[music playing]
[gasping]
[screaming]
My tough new look must be working.
Everyone seems really scared of me.
Yeah, they are.
Plus I've been spreading rumors about you all morning.
It's the final step in your tough guy makeover:
Reputation.
What kind of rumors?
I heard he made a grown man cry.
I heard a pigeon pooped on him
and he got so angry that he pooped on him back.
[gasping]
What? It's a little bit true.
Now go out there and don't let anyone mess
with you anymore!
Well done, Carl!
You're a good person with a very shiny hair.
Yes, I am. [chuckles]
Hey, tuba boy! We've got a bunch of new stuff
to try today.
Let's see how your tuba likes packing peanuts.
[laughing]
Hmm.
Dude, what's wrong with your face?
Nothing. My face is just like this.
What's uh, wrong with your hair?
Ooh. [laughing]
What do you mean?
Oh, just that it looks grosser than the feathers of the pigeon
I pooped on after I pooped on it.
Hey, man. Not cool!
[yelping]
Whoops, sorry! I mean, ha, I totally meant to do that!
That's it! Bike rack! After school!
[sighing] Tuesdays, am I right?
Carl, I went too far!
Ricky and Julius want to meet me at the bike rack!
Nothing good happens at the bike rack.
Huh, sounds like they want to fight you.
What do I do?
Maybe I can talk to them and then hug it out.
No! That's the weakness in you talking!
You gotta take a stand, Alexis.
But it's two against one, I'm gonna get creamed.
Don't worry. I'm coming with you,
and I'll bring my boys.
Boys?
[bell ringing]
[gasping]
[Alexis groaning]
[chuckles]
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
[gasping] It's a comb.
Ah, that's not so bad.
[squawking]
You messed with the wrong tuba boy!
[growling]
Sorry, just give me one second.
[vomiting]
I'll give you one last chance to apologize.
[groaning] I apolog--
No way! You guys apologize! Then we won't kick your butt!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Let's do this!
[screaming]
What is going on here?!
Hey, Principal Valenzuela. So, funny story
My office, now!
Okay, start talking. Who started this and why?
They did!
[Sighs] Fine.
Then you're all going to be suspended!
- What? - Aw, man.
Does that mean I can't go to band practice?
[crying]
Wait! It was my fault.
Don't suspend Alexis, suspend me.
I wanted him to fight.
I thought if he stood up for himself
he wouldn't get picked on anymore.
It's not all Carl's fault, he was just trying to help me.
And he's right, I do need to stand up for myself.
I just have to do it in my own way.
I really don't like it when you guys put weird things
in my tuba. It's hard to clean
and it always sounds bad afterwards.
But I like the funny sounds.
[principal clearing throat]
- We won't do it again. - We're sorry.
Great! So now can we hug it out?
What's a hug?
[clearing throat, growling]
[sighing] Sure.
I like hugs.
Me too.
Since you used your words to resolve this,
no suspension this time. Bravo, boys.
One last thing, Mr. Flores. Are the rumors true?
Did you really revenge poop on a pigeon?
All the teachers are dying to know.
Maybe, maybe not.
Sorry, ladies, I can't confirm or deny the rumors.
Wow, talking worked better than fighting.
I wonder why El Falcón doesn't do it more.
Maybe he just doesn't have a friend to teach him how.
If you ever want to enroll
in the Alexis Flores' School of Talking and Hugs
[groaning]
Okay, fine, do it. But make it quick.
The hug might be short-lived, but the happiness stays forever.
[sighing]
Yeah, I guess this is kinda nice.
Yeah, it kind of is.
No one will ever mess with you again, Tuby.
Laird?
Tuesday afternoons, am I right?