- [whistling]
Huh?
- [slurping]
- That orange juice was mine!
- Oh, really? That's so bizarre.
I didn't see your name on it. - What?
It's right there, hmph.
- Oh, oops, sorry.
Heads up!
- The balance of power between brother and sister
is a dance choreographed on the head of a pin.
All it takes is one misstep, and--
Yow! - [shrieks]
[screaming]
- War.
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!
[gasps]
[shrieks]
[crash, car alarm wailing]
- [laughs]
[doorbell rings]
- 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.
- Ah, ah, ah--ahh! - [cackles]
- Wait, Logan! [tires squealing]
- I guess he wasn't that into you.
- Nate! - [shouting]
You wanted a war? You got one.
- Bring it!
[growls]
- ♪ Going to the bathroom, huh ♪
♪ Going to the bathroom, yeah ♪
[toilet flushing]
[crash]
[dramatic music]
[snarls]
Exploding toilet? Come on.
Is that the best you can do?
- [laughs]
Oh?
♪ ♪
[grunting]
♪ ♪
- [laughs]
[airhorn blares]
[groans] Huh?
- [laughs]
Oh.
[airhorn blares] Ahh!
[both shrieking]
[both screaming]
- [groans]
[both screaming]
both: Stop!
- We've reached a point of mutual destruction.
- Agreed.
- If we go any further,
I'm afraid you might get hurt.
- Thank you for your very fake concern.
- You're welcome.
Truce?
[warm music]
♪ ♪
[sighs] I'm bored.
- Do you want to go mess with Dad?
- [laughs] Awesome.
Hey, Dad!
Whatcha doing?
[airhorns blaring] - Ahh!
- This is me.
Well, it's supposed to be me.
I'm another sad victim of Picture Day.
An institution rigged-- rigged, I tell you--
to make kids look their absolute worst.
- Hi, loser Nate.
- Hi, butt-brained Gina.
As I was saying,
every year, I dread getting my yearbook.
But not this year. This year's gonna be different.
You know why? Because I'm awesome.
And because I've got a plan--
- [humming]
- Step one, steal Mr. Rosa's keys.
- Mmm. [munches]
- I'm not just doing this for myself, mind you.
I'm doing this for friends like Chad.
There's something in his scrambled brain
that causes him to take ill-advised fashion risks.
[boogie music]
♪ ♪
- [munches]
- Today's Waffle Tuesday.
And, if my calculations are correct,
Mr. Rosa should be entering a waffle coma
in three... two...
- [snores]
- Mr. Rosa has the keys to the yearbook room.
Okay, time to go stealth mode.
[banging]
Oof!
Got them!
[bell rings]
My friend, Teddy's, problem is that he's got horrible timing.
- Okay, champ, on the count of three, say, "Cheese!"
One-- - Cheese!
- Ah! - Dah!
- [sighs] Poor kid.
Huh?
- Ah, water, water, water. I love water.
[slurps]
Ah, refreshing.
- Whew.
And my buddy, Francis? Too much parental intervention.
- Uh...
- Ugh, and don't get me started on my girl, Dee Dee.
- Hey, Nate! Wait up. - Huh?
[screams] - Eh? Eh?
[screams]
- [gasps] I'm in!
Time to fix some photos.
Okay, here we go.
Password, uh, Mr. Rosa?
No. Yearbook?
No. What's the password?
Come on, Nate.
Your friends are depending on you.
- [electronic laughter] - Huh?
- You'll never guess the password.
Loser!
- Oh, right. Gina's head of yearbook.
"Nate Wright is a loser."
[gasps] And now--
the magic happens.
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
- Are you sure you want to replace all 368 photos?
- Oh, yes.
- [screams]
[boom]
- I look ripped. - Yeah!
- Just look at that winning smile.
[angelic music]
- This will make a great headshot!
[harpsichord music]
- Huh. I don't remember owning a monster truck.
[electric guitar scream]
- Grr! Who's responsible for this?
"The Legendary Nate Wright"?
Nate!
Oh, you little so-and-so! - You won't get away with this.
You loser! - I'll catch you!
- They'll thank me later!
- Ah!