"Dad's crack." Can't go wrong with that.
I do like that.
Hey, T, if you want to give up,
you could join us.
Your tone-deaf voice might be just the color
we're looking for in our harmonies.
That's very flattering, but your song isn't even about Wagstaff.
Oh, I'm sorry, I guess her highness
doesn't go pee pee and poo poo at Wagstaff.
This is what school's really about, honey!
Nagstaff, Ragstaff, Flagstaff. Flagstaff, that's it.
Damn, why isn't this stupid school in Flagstaff?
I'm hearing some crud, some crapola and some ai-yi-yi.
It's a privilege just to be in the room with so much dumb.
And a little inspiring.
Hi, Gene. You're in the contest, too?
My song has a really big note. A high "D."
I've never hit it before, but I'm gonna hit it.
I'm also trying to hit a high "D" in math,
but I'm not gonna hit it.
So what's going on with your song, Rudy?
Well, my doctor advises me against singing,
so I've been working on a little sing/talk number,
like that song "Love Shack."
It's on my dad's "Getting Pumped Up for Date Night" mix.
You should see him dance around the condo.
Hello, songwriters.
I'm going to be going around the room
checking on your progress, so bring it on.
- Or should I say sing it on? - No.
My song name-checks every kid in school
in locker order, 'cause who's not gonna clap
for their own dumb name?
Willa Prentiss, Hogarth Haber
Lily someone, she's my neighbor.
My song is just the word "whoa" over and over.
'Cause I like when songs do that.
- I hate it.
Locking my locker, playing some soccer
- Walking the halls, doing it all - Windmill!
Wagstaff, Wagstaff, you're our school
I wanna be inside of you.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
It's called "The Wagstaff School!"
- I'm gonna hit it. - School.
I'm gonna hit it. Schoo...
I don't know what you're trying to hit, but stop.
Okay, it looks like the sun's just about to hit the awning.
-Here I go. -Yay, it's working. What a great system.
Yay. So how long do you think I gotta stay here?
Well, till the sun moves. Like, a half hour.
Oh, okay. I'll just, uh, reschedule some stuff.
Oh, no, Teddy, you have somewhere to be?
No, just a job. It's-it's fine.
I'm happy to do this for you.
I mean, there is such a thing as tape, but, uh...
- Well, then, don't stay, Teddy. - No, no, no.
Though this cardboard is starting to get hot, you know.
- Forget it, Teddy. Forget it, please. - Oh, my God,
it's really heating up, it's really heating up.
Let go, Teddy. Drop the cardboard.
- No, I can do it. - Put it down.
It's just a few more minutes
until the Sun moves around the Earth.
Right? Ow, ow! It hurts so bad!
- Okay, let it go, Teddy. - I'm burning up!
Drop it.
Why are you doing it? Let it go.
- Oh, my face.
So I'll pick up some tape, then, right?
Sign says school's open, fools
'Cause kids rule at the Waaaggstaff.
And the poo poo and the pee pee.
Okay, wearing my mentor hat here.
Your songs are crap.
I'm realizing that children aren't good songwriters and,
- oh, my God, one of these is gonna win. - Ours.
I can't have another incident with one of my proposals.
"Bring a Stranger to School Day" was a disaster.
I'm gonna get so fired.
I miss my stranger.
She had chicken in her pockets.
Oh, Tina, I didn't hear your song.
Or maybe I blotted it out.
Yeah, I haven't really gotten very far with mine.
I think I'm gonna withdraw.
Great call. See ya.
I really wanted to make a great song.
I just wish I could have found the right words to do it.
- Found the what? - The right words.
Uh, Tina, why-why don't you show me what you have?
We'll riff. Maybe I can help you get unblocked.
Uh, okay.