Here's the deal.
We spy on everyone we know, borrow their life stories,
use our imaginations to make them sound actually interesting,
I draw up the art, bada bing, bada boom,
five more graphic novels!
I mean, it's so complicated,
It might just work.
Dee Dee, stick to Nichols.
On it!
I know, Mother, but speed dating just isn't what it used to be.
[mumbling]
My love handles? Do not make this about my diet, Mother!
Oh.
Francis, you handle Godfrey.
Location? Radcliff.
Hobbies? Cats.
Six things I can't live without?
Well, I have seven cats, so I'm going to skip this one.
Wouldn't be fair to Jermaine to purr.
[meowing]
Teddy, you've got Uncle Pedro.
Hey, Uncle Pedro.
Do you have any fun stories from middle school?
And Chad, you have the most dangerous job of all.
Chad?
[laughing]
Ugh. What is he up to now?
Come on, Chad. You can do it.
Oh!
Hmm?
Huh?
[screaming]
[laughing]
Nate!
I think it's an improvement.
[screaming]
Hey, Ellen, reading your diary in here!
Hey, you shouldn't worry so much about your nose!
It's your personality that's the problem.
Nate!
[gasping]
[screaming]
[laughing]
That's my date! No one go near that door!
Huh.
You must be Logan.
Ellen was right.
You have the perfect amount of skin.
[laughing]
Wait! Logan!
Eh.
I guess he wasn't that into you.
This pile of papers represents
a year's worth of homework I've gotten out of doing.
My neighbor's dog ate my homework!
It's from the veterinarian.
A samurai sliced it into a million tiny pieces.
It's from the samurai.
There was an explosion at the plant.
Half the city was wiped out.
Don't believe me?
Ask the mayor.
Alright.
If you think I've accomplished nothing today, just you wait.
I still haven't told you the best thing
about Locker Makeover Day.
Rigging your locker for the unsuspecting victim.
Oh, hi, Randy.
Huh? Don't say hi to me, freak.
[screaming]
Okay. Bye, Randy.
I'm gonna get you, Nate!
Part of being awesome is keeping the fans happy.
And what do my fans like most?
Pranks.
What Mr. Galvin doesn't know,
is that I slipped a burrito in his pocket
and hid Chad in the cabinet dressed as a rat.
Chad'll do anything for a burrito,
so when he smells it on Galvin...
[laughing]
Let's watch.
One of the lab rats must've gotten into my growth serum!
Hey!
Get away from me!
[screaming]
These are my teacher, Mrs Godfrey's, fake teeth.
I mean, each one is a special memory of how I pranked her.
[laughing]
[screaming]
Ha!
[sneezing]
Woo hoo!
Ah ah choo!
Holy cow! What a catch!
That's it! From now on, I'm gummin' all my food.
Today is the day!
We are announcing the winner of the Valentine's Day Art contest.
Whoever it is will win a pizza party fit for a king.
Ooh! A pizza party!
Well, that sounds just grand.
Ooh. Here comes my set.
That does sound grand. Like a very grand gesture, indeed.
Nate, you didn't enter the contest.
The rules of your world do not concern me.
Uh, Mr. Rosa.
Are you selecting the winner?
Oh. No. Too hard.
You know me, I'm a lover.
No hurt feelings with Mr. Rosa.
I asked coach John to decide.
Confiscated, confiscated, confiscated!
This is a good haul.
I better get this to my office.
I gotta act quick.
Pss. Amateur hour.
[whistling]
Make way for a professional.
Gah.
Why does the law require a gym teacher
to carry so many keys?
[squealing]
Hmm.
Nate Wright, winner, winner, chicken dinner!
Pfft.
[laughing]
Hmm.
[laughing]
They're touching my eyeballs!
Whoa!
Hey, you guys wanna try something really tough?
You should do atomic sit ups.
Lie back, close your eyes, then try to do a sit up.
You'll see. It's stupid hard.
[laughing]
Ooh.
Got ‘em!
My friend, Teddy's, problem is that he's got a horrible timing.
Okay, Chip, on a count of three, say, cheese. One...
Cheese.
[squealing]
[sighing]
Poor kid.
[gasping
Ah, water, water, water.
I love water.
[sighing]
Refreshing.
Phew!
And my buddy, Francis,
too much parental intervention.
Ugh.
And don't get me started on my girl, Dee Dee.
Hey, Nate. Wait up!
Hmm?
[screaming]
Eh? Eh huh?
[screaming]
[gasping]
I'm in!
Time to fix some photos.
Okay, here we go.
Password?
Mr. Rosa? No. Yearbook? No.
What's the password?
Come on, Nate!
Your friends are depending on you!
[laughing]
You'll never guess the password.
Loser.
Alright! Gina's head of yearbook.
Nate Wright is a loser.
[gasping]
And now,
the magic happens.
Oh yes.
[screaming]
I look ripped!
Just look at that winning smile.
This will make a great head shot!
Huh.
I don't remember owning a monster truck.
Ugh.
Who's responsible for this?
The legendary Nate Wright?
Nate!
- Oh you little so and so! - You won't get away with this!
- I'll catch you! - Loser!
Stepeth up and then receive
the promise of the pimple.
I tried to cut my own hair and this is what happened!
Now, I'll never get a girlfriend!
Nope. That's for the pimple to decide.
Oh.
Uh,
hey, trendsetter. Hot haircut.
Want to cut my hair later?
Nate, my leg is busted and championship game is next week.
Ah, yes. The great pimple has heard you.
By the power of the pimple,
I shall become the ultimate soccer player.
Hi ya!
Heads up!
All good.
Mmm.
Nate, here's the bottom line.
I got a tip on some monkey powered windmills and where?
[mumbling]
[screeching]
I'm broke.
I just need one big score to get me back on my feet.
Let me touch your pimple.
And I promise you you'll never have
to go to detention for the rest of your life!