You're just in time for our math lesson.
Cool, I'll get out my notebook.
Oh, no need for that. Okay, everyone, suit up!
Here, Lincoln. You tend goal.
Whoa!
Um, I don't really know how to play.
[whistles] Okay, kids,
if Sadie hits a 160-gram puck with 4,200 pounds of force,
how much time does Lincoln have
to raise his glove to block the goal?
Two microseconds!
[grunts]
Yeah, they were by far the best churros I've ever had.
I'm super jealous.
That sounds like the sickest day ever!
I'm sorry, I wasn't listening.
I'm obsessed with your shoes! So cool!
Whoa, what's that?
Oh, that must be some confetti left over
from the surprise dance party on the Glart train last night.
[in unison] Ooh...!
Sea cucumbers vomit their stomachs and intestines
as a means of tangling up predators.
[grunting]
Hey, don't scratch that desk, Loud!
It's on loan from the kindergarten.
Sorry, it's just a little small.
Instead of complaining, you should be thanking me.
You get to sit by Hank,
our beloved class pet.
[screams]
[grunting] Why won't you open...?!
Here, Hector, let me do it.
You left your "Gas-Away" medication at home.
Hmm? What's this?
Hector, give those to Carl later.
Oh.
Carol, you forgot to change your chonies this morning!
Abuelo!
You're welcome!
Now, lunch seating is a key part of social success.
Where to sit today?
Neigh!
[gasps] Oh, I brought my ponies, too!
Maybe we should sit with them?
[laughs] Honey, no.
Those are kindergartners. We should aim a little higher,
like those cool fourth-graders by the water fountain.
[camera shutter clicking]
Do you know them?
Nope, but that never stops me.
Just watch and learn.
No! Shut up!
Psst, Ronnie Anne! I've got the juiciest news!
Yoo-hoo? Chisme coming in hot!
If this note is so important,
maybe the whole class should hear it.
"Mrs. Galiano has a crush on Mr. Suarez."
[gasps] I do not!
Ronnie Anne, I will see you after class.
[growling]
Let's check back in with Stella, who's learning how to whip up
that famous cafeteria one-bean chili.
- I'm here with Chef Pat! - [grunts]
And together we're cooking up some trouble.
Is that a shoe?
[grunts]
Well, that's the news for today.
From all of us here at Action News,
have a hoppy day, kangaroos!
[laughing]
Just channel your aggression.
[grunting]
Come on, you can do it.
What makes you angry? Tap into your tough side.
[growling]
Ooh, a butterfly! [giggles]
Sid, wait! [gasps]
[grunting and shouting]
Sid, look out!
- Aww! - Yah!
[screaming]
[loud crash, grunting]
[gasps]
This is Britta, dude.
Hey there, Britta.
Nice to meat ya!
Eww!
[laughing]
I'm on the hunt for an unsuspecting soul
to whoopee cushion.
Luan, no!
[chuckling nervously] I mean... whoopee cushion?
That's a little... wack.
Hmm... you're right.
Food fight it is!
[grunts]
That's it, Luan!
Food fight!
[gasps]
[laughing]
We cannot sit by while our hangout is taken over
by garlic-knot-loving teenagers.
We need to reclaim Gus's, our beloved home away from home,
because they may take our waffle irons,
but they will not take our freedom!
Could you get your foot off my sandwich?
Oops!
Sorry.
[beep]
Time for breakfast.
- [gasping] - Time for breakfast!
Time for breakfast! Time for breakfast!
Time for breakfast!
Time for breakfast! Time for breakfast!
Time for breakfast!
Time for breakfast! Time for breakfast!
[repeating faster and faster] Time for breakfast!
[shutting down] Time for breakfast...
DareBot, dinosaur DNA Wi-Fi particle transfer,
if you please.
DareBot 2.0 activated.
[beeping]
Oh! It's working! It's working!
[growls]
Students, say hello to the real Dolly the--
[roaring]
Oh, I've got a real bad feeling down deep in my bones.
Me too. Middle school gym class is no grade school gym class.
Please be yoga. Please be yoga.
[whistling] Okay, kids, who's ready to dodge some balls?
My every nightmare's about to come true.
Nobody panic! Initiate scorpion formation!
Huh?
[grunting]
Coach Crawford, introducing the Chavez Academy's
new skateboarding team!
Yeah!
And your new delicious mascot!
Ah, ah, ah!
Oh! Always while I'm having my coffee.
Woo-hoo!
- Yeah! - Yeah!
[panting]
[whistles] No speeding!
Come on, Lynn!
This is the worst day of my life!
And I have to make it all the way to Bolhofner's room!
The Hoff? Oh, boy. Stinks to be you!
All right, I shouldn't be doing this, but climb on.
This is a one-time-only escort.
Ah!
[siren blaring]
[grunts]
- [groaning] - Good luck in there, bro.
The Hoff keeps his room scorching hot.
Oh, and watch out for his breath.
Sardines, with a hint of red onions and farts.
[siren blaring]