- Class, it's everyone's
favorite time of year.
- Heirloom tomato season?
- No.
- Taco season?
- That's not a thing.
- I think what Mr. Williams
is referring to
is the upcoming election
for class president.
- So when you mean
"everyone's favorite time
of year,"
you mean just Ricky's?
- That's correct, Dawn.
But this year
we're going to jazz it up a bit
with online polling
that will tell us
minute to minute
who the most popular
candidate is.
- Ooh, I hope
there will be graphs.
Perhaps a bar graph,
a histogram,
or, dare I say it,
a scatterplot.
- You know very well
there will be a scatterplot,
Ricky.
You helped design the app.
- I'd also like to help design
the future of this school,
which is why I'd like
to announce my candidacy
for class president.
It would be an honor
to serve you all.
- I wish you'd serve me
some pizza right now,
because I'd like to announce
that I am hungry.
- Does anyone else
want to run for president?
So far in all my classes,
no one is running but Ricky.
- Dawn, you should run.
You're popular,
you're a leader
on the soccer field,
and most importantly,
I'd be best friends
with the president.
- Aw, thanks, Mae,
but I don't know.
I think Ricky would be
a good president,
and it's really not my thing.
- Thank you, Dawn.
I would make a good president.
And she's right, Mae.
It's really not her thing.
- Well, what do you mean,
it's not my thing?
- Hey, you're the one who said,
"It's not my thing."
And I agree.
It's not your thing.
- Well, you don't get to say
it's not my thing.
Only I get to say
what my thing is.
- Look, it's not a bad thing
you know it's not your thing.
That's a good thing.
- Well, here's the thing.
Mind your own thing.
- Uh-oh.
- Looks like
we might have a thing.
- I want to run
for president.
- Hey, that's my thing.
- We'll see about that.
- Ooh, the scatterplot thickens.
[upbeat music]
- ♪ Na na na na na na
na na na na na ♪
- ♪ Hey! ♪
- ♪ Na na na na na na
na na na na na ♪
[whistling]
♪ ♪
- ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪
♪ ♪
- ♪ Na na na na na na ♪
♪ Na na na na na na ♪
- ♪ Hey! ♪
♪ One, two ♪
- ♪ Na na na na na na ♪
- ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪
- ♪ Hey ♪
♪
- President Dawn.
Yeah, that's got
a nice ring to it.
I wonder what
my campaign slogan should be.
- How about, "Vote for Dawn.
"I don't really want
to be president.
I just want to annoy Ricky?"
Oh, and by the way,
it's not working.
- Uh, what's going on?
- Ricky and Dawn are both
running for class president.
Yeah, things are getting
a little saucy.
- Saucy?
Sauce.
Pizzas have sauce.
Refrigerators have pizza.
We have a refrigerator.
Pizza!
- Hey, look,
I'm proud of both of you,
but campaign nicely,
because one of you
is going to win,
and one of you is going to lose.
But no matter what happens,
I'm gonna be the mother
of the winner.
Yay!
Oh, and the loser.
Aw.
- [clears throat]
Hello there, family.
Have you ever wanted
to take a selfie
and realized your arm
was too short?
all: No!
- Me too!
And the only option was
looking like an idiot
with one of these
ridiculous selfie poles.
Well, say good-bye
to your problems
and say hello
to Tom's Get Stealthy Pole.
- Oh!
Tom!
- Behold, the perfect
stealthy selfie.
- You look horrible.
- You're right.
Oh, it's the lighting.
You know where
the lighting's perfect?
In the living room
over by the good china.
- Tom, no.
No, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no.
- Well, I'm off to prepare
for tomorrow's debate.
I'll be upstairs practicing
against the only worthy
opponent I have:
myself in the mirror.
- How are you gonna prepare,
Dawn?
- Oh, I'm just gonna wing it.
- Wing it?
Wings.
Chicken wings.
Phones order wings.
I have a phone.
- Wing it?
What does that even mean?
- It means I'm gonna do
what I do on the soccer field:
keep my eye on the ball,
see how things develop,
and let the game come to me.
- [gasps]
That's adorable.
Okay, Dawn, you wing it.
- Is this Wing My Bell?
Yeah, I'd like to order
one "Wing, Wing, Wing, Hello?"
Bucket.
- This debate is gonna be
like shooting fish in a barrel.
- Oh, do you have
fish in a barrel?
- They're not gonna have--
- Oh, you do?
Fried or grilled?
♪ ♪
- Oh, the length's fine.
Let's just take a little
off the top, Steve.
[gasps]
My hair's back.
It's a dream come true.
Come to Papa.
Oh, Tom.
Do you play the drums?
Because this picture
is banging!
This baby is going straight
to FaceShack.com.
- Photo uploaded.
- [snoring]
- Vote for Ricky.
- Uh, hey, Dad,
have you seen Ricky?
Oh, sorry, Grandpa,
thought you were Dad.
- Hilarious.
But if you'd done your research
instead of winging it,
you'd know that
a sweater/jacket combo
conveys a sense of authority,
confidence, and approachability.
- Well, I'm confident
this is about to approach you.
- Ow!
Ew, ew, ew!
- And that's called winging it.
What's all that?
- My research also showed
the school store
is a great
campaigning location.
- Well, yeah, I'm gonna
put my posters up there too.
Just got to make some.
- Ooh, sorry, Dawn.
I've got an exclusive deal
with Nicky.
- When Ricky
becomes president,
he's promised to get me
a cushy mat to stand on.
That'll feel real good
on a working man's feet.
[chiming]
- Oh, weird.
The polling app
shows I'm winning.
Told you this is my thing.
Have a button.
- Yeah, well, your buttons
aren't as cool as mine.
Just got to make some.
- Settle down, everyone.
I know
it's a little warm in here,
so let's get
this debate under way.
The first question will be...
Mae.
- My question is for Dawn.
I think you're awesome,
and I'm gonna vote for you.
- Do you have a question, Mae?
- I'm gonna vote for you?
- Next up?
Jennifer.
- Uh, it's pronounced "Dicky."
My question is
about the bathroom.
- I'm way ahead of you.
I've already done
a cost-benefit analysis
of getting softer toilet paper,
so vote for me,
and you'll be getting this
instead of this.
[applause]
- Actually, I meant
the bathroom at home.
Is your toothbrush the green one
or the yellow one?
Because I've been using both.
- Okay, thank you, Jennifer.
Dawn, would you
like to address
the toilet tissue issue?
- Um, this is the first issue
I've heard
with the toilet tissue.
- Surprise, surprise.
- But as your president,
I promise to get
to the bottom of it.
[laughing]
Get it? Bottom?
Okay.
- Glad you think
this is all a joke, Dawn,
but these good people are
voting for a class president,
not a class clown.
[applause]
- Wow, he's authoritative,
approachable, and confident.
He has got
this working man's vote.
- Next question.
- I have a question.
Ricky, why are you
sweating so much?
- I'm not sweating.
Next question.
- Um, yes, you are sweating.
Are you nervous?
- [scoffs]
No.
Any other questions?
Jennifer, didn't you have one?
- Still pronounced "Dicky."
- Are you hiding something?
- No, I'm approachable
and confident.
- And sweaty.
Perhaps you should use
that soft toilet paper
to wipe your brow.
- I don't need you telling me
what to wipe with.
Ah!
- Oh, the sweat stings,
doesn't it?
How about you tell the people
what you're hiding?
- I'm not hiding anything!
It's the sweater!
- The sweater, huh?
I may not be as smooth
as this guy,
but I do know,
students of Edgewood,
you want a president
you can trust,
not a secret-keeping sweater.
[cheers and applause]
Yeah, whoo-hoo!
Vote for Dawn!
Thank you, thank you.
Looks like this is my thing.
Sometimes you lose,
and sometimes you wing.
Wing, wing, wing.
- Hello?
- Wing, wing, wing, wing,
wing, wing, wing, wing.
♪ ♪
- Uh, Tom?
Did you, um, I don't know,
happen to post
a photo of us on FaceShack?
- Oh, yes, I did.
- Hmm.
- And it's gone viral.
[knocking]
It's almost at 5,000 knocks
on the FaceShack door.
[knocking]
Ah, people love
a pretty face.
- I look horrible, Tom.
I am drooling.
You can see up my nose.
My tongue is hanging
out of my mouth.
I look like an English bulldog.
- Hmm, yes, but I look like
a majestic golden retriever.
- Oh.
- She's beating me.
[chiming]
She can't beat me.
Stupid app.
Why did I create you?
I'm the presidential one!
Me!
Look at her over there.
All those girls
hanging on her every word.
- It's disgusting.
- You're right.
Those girls should be
hanging on my every word.
Ladies, how we doing today?
- Man, girls sure do love him.
- Yes, yes, they do,
and soon, their love for him
will turn into votes for me.
- So you want
to grab a smoothie?
- Yes, yes, I do.
♪ ♪
- And to anyone who asks
if I can handle the presidency,
I say, "No sweat."
[laughter]
- My fellow students,
your attention please.
I know you've all had
a good laugh at my expense,
but here's something
you won't be laughing at:
my new running mate,
Dicky Harper!
[electronic music]
- Unce, unce, unce, unce, unce,
unce, unce, unce, unce, unce!
- That is so unfair.
You can't do that.
- Actually, I already cleared it
with Mr. Williams,
and he said, "No problem."
- I'm surprised you'd want
to be vice president.
Is that really your thing?
- Chicks are my thing,
and they like a man with power.
Unce with me, ladies.
Unce, unce, unce, unce,
unce, unce, unce, unce, unce!
- Uh, Dawn,
have you seen the polls?
Ricky and Dicky
are gaining on you.
- What?
[chiming]
- You know, Dawn,
I finally figured out
what your thing is.
Losing.
To me.
♪ ♪
- It's gotten even worse.
Ricky and Dicky
are totally beating me now.
- Actually, they're
calling themselves "Dricky."
- Dricky?
More like Ridicky.
No, I need to figure out some
way to regain the advantage.
He has a gimmick,
I need a gimmick.
- Oh, hey.
- And there he is.
Excuse us, Mae.
Nicky, listen.
Now that Ricky and Dicky
are running mates,
what do you say
we team up?
If kids love Dricky,
they'll flip for Dawnky.
Huh?
Dawn, Nicky, Dawnky?
Don't worry,
we'll work on the name.
- I don't know, Dawn.
- Oh, come on.
You're the boss
of the school store.
You've got your finger on
the pulse of the student body.
- Well, I do know
what color notebooks
are gonna sell out first.
- Yeah.
You know,
you're a powerful guy.
Kids trust you.
That's your thing.
- It is my thing.
- You know, imagine your face
all over these walls.
- I would look good
on a wall.
- And after the election,
we can get your mat.
What do you say, Nicky?
Are you in?
- I'm in.
- Yes, you'll make
a great vice president.
- No, I'm gonna run
for president.
- What?
- Well, if I have all the power,
why do I need you?
I mean,
I could get my own mat.
I could get two mats.
I could get a guy named Matt
and stand on him!
- But--but you can't
run for president.
- Oh, I'm running, baby.
- Wait, now you're running
for president?
- Well, it doesn't matter
who's president.
You'll all be working for me,
the vice president.
- Dicky, vice president
is below president.
- What?
Since when?
That's it.
I'm running for president.
- No!
- Looks like
it's every Quad for himself.
- Or herself.
- Or me-self.
- ♪ Oh, oh ♪
- Vote for Dawn,
and we'll have a ball!
- Remember, a vote for Dicky
is a vote for me.
- Hey, campaign somewhere else.
This is my spot.
- There is no spots.
- Oh, there are spots,
and you're both in mine.
- Are you kidding me?
- What are you talking about?
- That is ridiculous.
- This whole thing is my spot.
[laughter]
- What's going on?
- Yeah, everyone
is laughing at us.
- This may be why.
- These three Harpers sleep
and sleep and sleep.
They're so tired,
they spend up to
eight hours a night sleeping.
You could even say
they hibernate.
You know what else hibernates?
Bears.
That's right.
Nicky, Dicky, and Dawn
are bears.
Do you really want
your president to be a bear?
I didn't think so.
Vote for Ricky,
the only human in the race.
Paid for
by Ricky Harper's allowance.
- Bears?
- I'm not a bear.
- Yeah, me neither.
- Hey, what up, bears?
I'm guessing you saw
my new campaign video.
Oh, and look.
Now I'm winning.
all: Not for long.
- Ricky was the last of
The Quads to be potty trained.
Do you really want him
to be president?
- [crying]
- He's an accident
waiting to happen.
Vote Nicky Harper
for president.
- This is Dawn Harper...
biting the head off
an innocent marshmallow bunny.
Imagine what she'd do
to a real bunny.
- Nicky, Ricky, and Dicky
seemed focused, but on what?
- Get them!
- Destroy!
- I'm a machine!
- World destruction,
because they're robots.
Stop the evil robots.
♪ ♪
- Ah!
- [laughs]
- How could you
do this to me, Anne?
- Do what? I just posted a photo
where I look really good.
- Yeah, while I was next to you
in the middle of a big sneeze.
[knocking]
People are knocking
like crazy, Anne.
- Oh, yikes.
You do look terrible.
Oh, well.
- Oh, that is it.
- What are you doing?
- Getting revenge.
Make a horrible face.
- No, no, you make
a horrible face.
- No, you make a horrible face.
- No way.
- Hey, kids.
How's the campaign going?
- Good.
- Wonderful.
- Great.
- Awesome.
- Good, because sometimes
petty differences
can bring out the worst
in people.
all: Not us!
- Great, can you guys help me
bring dinner to the table?
- Will Dicky keep that whole
dish of potatoes for himself?
- He will,
because he's selfish
and thinks he's the only person
who should be allowed
to eat a potato.
- He says potato,
I say p-greedy!
Vote for Dawn!
- Dad, can you serve me
some potatoes?
I'm trying to win a campaign.
- Sorry, pal.
Bigger fish to fry.
I'm trying to take a horrible
picture of your mother.
- I'm hungry too.
- Fine.
- This isn't
our best parenting moment.
- [sighs]
No, it's not.
- You mean the fact
that you just
dumped potatoes on the ground
or the fact
that he is eating them?
Vote for Dawn.
♪ ♪
- Okay, final call.
Get your votes in.
If you vote for me,
I will come to your house
and teach your whole family
how to double Dutch.
- I'll come to your house
and make a Dutch chocolate cake.
- I'll teach you
to speak Dutch.
- I'll give you a new nickname,
and that nickname will be Dutch.
- Oh, the scatterplot thickens.
- What, Dicky won?
- I won?
Sweet!
I hereby
cancel school forever.
[cheering]
- No, Dicky.
It was a four-way tie.
You'll all have to share
being president.
all: What?
[bell rings]
- Share?
This is worse
than losing to you.
- Does that mean
I still have to make
all those Dutch chocolate cakes?
- Well, I voted for you,
so yeah, I'm gonna want mine.
- You know what?
I admit I did some things
in this campaign
that I'm not proud of,
but I only got carried away
because I really wanted
to be president,
so I could serve our school.
You guys only wanted to win
because you wanted to beat me,
so the three of you
can share it.
I'm out.
I'm sure you'll do a great job
running the class fundraisers
and attending
the student council meetings
every day after school
and doing the monthly budget.
I'm sure you'll do fine
with all the math.
So congratulations,
Mr. and Mr. and Miss President.
- Wow.
He is mad at you guys.
- ♪ Oh, oh, hey,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
- Um, Ricky, we thought
about what you said,
and we feel really bad
for ruining your thing.
- You were right.
We were all doing it
for the wrong reasons.
- So we decided to give up
the presidency.
- You did?
- Yeah, and Mr. Williams agreed
to make you the only president.
- Congratulations.
- Uh-huh,
you guys just didn't want
to do all the work,
did you?
- Yep.
- Nailed it.
- Math.
- Well, thank you guys.
I really appreciate it.
That was very mature of you.
- I feel good about this.
- He's gonna make
a great president.
- And he seems humble.
[horn blows]
- Ha!
Fooled you!
Being class president
is easy.
I made up all those jobs,
so you'd drop out.
I did it!
I'm class president!
Whoo!
[horn blows]
- Wow, dude,
you are good.
- Yeah, I'm not even mad.
I'm just impressed.
- You were right, Ricky.
This really is your thing.
May I take your picture,
Mr. President?
- Sure.
- Spider!
- Ah!
How does it look?
- Perfect.
This is going straight
on FaceShack.
- Let me see that.
- Nope!
[horn blows]
- Come here!
- Whoo-hoo-hoo!
- Dawn!
[horn blowing]
♪ Na na na na na na
na na na na na ♪
♪ Na na na na na na
na na na na na na ♪
[whistling]
♪ ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah! ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah! ♪