[upbeat rock music]
- Look at them up there.
Thinking they're better
than everyone else.
- 'Cause they are.
- Totally.
- Way better.
- Hey, the coolest kids
get the coolest hangout:
the staircase.
- They get to be up there
and look down on all of us.
- I want to be up there
and look down on us.
- First we have to get them
to acknowledge that we exist.
- Let me handle this.
- Okay, you know what to do,
right?
- Yes.
- Don't mess up!
- 'Sup.
[squealing quietly]
- Did you hear that?
They 'sup-ed us back!
- What should we do now?
Send them a thank you note?
- No,
that 'sup went great.
All we got to do
is just play it cool,
and we'll be getting an invite
to the stairs any day now...
As long as one of us doesn't
do anything embarrassing.
- Hey, guys, check out Dad's
old stuff I found in the attic!
I'm gonna wear it
at school tomorrow!
- [sighs]
Is he one of us?
- Yes.
Yes, he is.
[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! ♪
- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na,
na, na, na, na, na ♪
- [grunts]
This stupid zipper's
lost its zip.
Come on.
- Ricky, come down!
We're making ice cream sundaes!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Ice cream sundaes?
I'm in.
- Sorry, Mom.
It's a quad thing,
and there's only four bowls.
- Aw.
Fine.
Mmm.
Look who is dressed
for success! You look adorable,
honey.
- Thanks, Mom.
- Hey, hey, hey,
see if you can hook a mother up
with some moose tracks.
Great.
- Normally,
I'm a two-scoop guy,
but I think I'm gonna make
a "brief case" for three scoops.
What's going on?
- Have a seat.
- Where's the sundaes?
- There are no sundaes.
- Well, maybe after.
- There will be no sundaes.
- What if it goes well?
- Look, we don't
have any ice cream.
- What is going on here?
- Yeah, what is going on here?
- Look, you're our brother,
and we care about you.
That's why we're going
to tell you this
as delicately as possible.
- Lose the briefcase, dork.
- Dicky, that's not delicate.
- Oh, right.
The visor and suspenders too...
dork.
- But Mom said I look adorable,
so it's Mom-approved.
- You mean, this Mom?
- Oh, problem with zipper
on fanny pack!
Fanny pack!
[sighs]
Representative!
- I don't know what you guys
are so concerned about.
This stuff all serves a purpose.
The visor reduces glare
and protects my eyes.
The suspenders hold up my pants,
as well as my studious image,
and this baby...
takes organization
to a whole new level.
- You mean "dork-inzation."
The kids at school are ruthless.
Remember what happened
to Marshall?
- Who?
- Exactly.
- Whoa!
Marshall, are those ducks
on your socks?
Quack, quack!
[laughter]
From now on,
you're Duck Sock Boy.
Quack, quack!
- But I don't want
to be Duck Sock Boy!
- Don't worry, Marshall.
A nickname only sticks
if two people say it.
- Thanks, Mae.
- What's up,
Duck Sock Boy?
- Tough break,
Duck Sock Boy.
- Duck Sock Boy's real name
is Marshall?
- Yup.
And rumor has it the staircase
kids were so close
to inviting him onto the steps.
- He could have been somebody.
- Guys, I don't care about
nicknames or the staircase kids.
I'm interested in climbing
the ladder of success,
not the staircase
of popularity.
So I thank you for your concern,
but these are gonna take me
to the top.
- Well, you got
to hand it to him; he doesn't
care what other people think.
- But we do!
I'm telling you,
if we let our brother
show up to school like that,
we can kiss
the staircase good-bye.
- We can't let that happen.
- Which is why we're going
to wait until Ricky's asleep
and then steal all
of his goober gear.
- Guess who just complained
her way into a new fanny pack?
- We got to steal
Mom's goober gear too.
♪ ♪
- [snoring]
- Okay, he's snoring.
Let's move.
- Wait, he's not
in a deep sleep yet.
- How do we know when he's
in a deep sleep?
- He sleep rhymes.
- Sleep rhymes?
- I am handsome, smart,
and funny.
When I grow up,
I'll make lots of money.
- Wow.
Okay, you find the suspenders.
You find the visor.
I'll find the briefcase.
Let's move!
[suspenseful music]
- Ow!
♪ ♪
- Guys!
Okay, now we just
have to find the briefcase.
Where would he hide it?
- My briefcase
will make me the best.
That's why I hug it
while I rest.
- Let's roll!
♪ ♪
- Guys!
♪ ♪
Okay, on three I'm going
to change it out with a pillow.
- All right.
- One, two--
- Mom's three bean chili
was off the chart,
but now I really have to...
start eating better.
- Three!
♪ ♪
[alarm clock rings]
- Good morning,
Mr. Briefcase!
[gasps]
Nooo!
- Okay, he's up.
You hid all of his stuff, right?
- Oh, yes, in a place he'll
never look in a million years.
- Good.
Oh, and remember:
look innocent.
- Okay, where are they?
- We have no idea
what you are talking about.
- Muffin?
- Don't "muffin" me.
I know you hid
my stuff somewhere,
and I'm gonna get it out of you.
The truth is in your eyes.
- [gagging, coughing]
- Sorry,
I didn't brush my teeth yet.
Your eyes aren't
telling me anything.
Your eyes aren't telling me
anything either.
- No, but they are watering.
- I hope my eyes
aren't telling you
that I hid them in the freezer.
- Aha!
- Aw, that is bad.
- Please tell me you didn't hide
them in the freezer
just because you thought
that would make them "cooler."
- I won't,
but apparently my eyes
won't keep their mouth shut.
- The next time
you see this stuff
will be when I'm wearing
them at school.
- At least Mom will
never find her fanny pack.
- What was this doing
in my sock drawer?
- I've never seen her
wear socks.
♪ ♪
- Okay, good,
nobody's here yet.
Let's move.
- I'm telling you,
you're overreacting.
I don't need a wall
in front of me.
- Hey, guys.
Why y'all hall-walling?
- Because of this.
- We're gonna need
a bigger wall.
- Hey!
- Hey.
- Hi.
- I don't need a wall.
- Ricky, we're
doing this for you.
- Yeah,
if you don't look good,
we don't look good.
- Oh, so you're doing
this for you.
- How could you
even ask that?
Of course we're
doing it for us!
We are this close to being
on the staircase.
- Well, in that case, these are
definitely not coming off.
Ouch.
- Fine, that's it.
You leave us no choice.
Boys, it's go time.
- Oh, no,
no, no, no, no.
- Now do you see
what you look like?
- Oh, I'm sorry.
Am I supposed
to dress like this?
- Oh, no,
no, no, no, no!
- Everyone, look at me!
I'm wearing sunglasses inside,
'cause that makes sense!
- My suspend-dorks
keep my smarty pants up!
- I'm wearing half a hat
and it makes my face look green.
- I've got a beef case
for all my important meat.
- It's a briefcase
for meetings.
- Hey, check it out!
It's Suspender Girl, Visor Boy,
and Briefcase Man.
- Don't worry, guys.
A nickname only sticks
if two people say it.
- Suspender Girl, Visor Boy,
Briefcase Man!
[together in slow motion]
Nooo!
- Whoa,
you were right.
This could have ruined me.
Thanks, Suspender Girl,
Visor Boy, and Briefcase Man.
[laughter]
- ♪ Oh-oh-ooh
oh-ooh-oh-ohh ♪
♪ ♪
- Now they'll never
invite us onto the stairs.
- Hold on,
everybody.
I know it's been said twice
and everything,
but this is not
what we look like.
You see us every day.
You even 'sup-ed us
yesterday.
You know we don't dress
like this.
Tell them, Mae.
- They don't.
- So you're sticking up
for them now, huh?
Well, maybe we should call you
The Suspender Defender.
- Oh, no, that's once!
Uh...
[imitating PA system]
Mae Valentine,
please report to the office.
Got to go!
- Fine.
Ricky, you defend
the suspenders.
They're yours.
- Please, you expect us
to believe that?
Look at this guy.
The untucked shirt,
flat bill hat,
the drop-crotch pants.
- Usually we like
a lower drop.
- Yeah, but he still has his
headphones plugged into nothing.
I trust this guy.
Ricky, from now on, we're
gonna call you "the R-Man."
- Did you hear that?
I'm the R-Man!
- It's not official.
It hasn't been said twice.
- R-Man...
- That's twice!
- Hey, R-Man,
you got a sec?
Not you, Arman.
You.
- You've got to
straighten this out. They trust
you.
Tell them we're not really
Suspender Girl,
Visor Boy,
and Briefcase man.
- I should be mad at you...
but the R-Man
doesn't hold grudges,
so I'll see what I can do.
- The R-Man.
They shouldn't be
calling him the R-Man.
They should be calling me
the R-Man!
- Your name starts with a D.
- I think you're
missing the point.
- Let's just hope the R-Man
works his magic.
- Just watch me.
- Not you!
- Hey, guys, great news.
- They don't care about
our new, stupid nicknames?
- Oh, no, they definitely
care about those.
I meant great news for me.
They invited me
to hang out with them.
- On the staircase?
- Second step.
- Second step already?
That's unprecedented!
- But they know
you're related to us!
Why didn't our stink
get on you
the way your stink
was gonna get on us?
- You know what?
We talked about
the related thing,
and they're fine with it.
So I guess you guys
were worried about nothing.
You live; you learn.
R-Man out!
- Not you!
♪ ♪
- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na,
na, na, na, na, na ♪
[sewing machine whirring]
- Looks like the R-Man's
doing a little stress sewing.
- I knit for stress.
I sew for success.
I'm dropping the crotch
on my pants.
That's how we roll
up there on the stairs.
- Since when do you roll?
- Since I got in
with the popular kids.
- Since when do you care
about popularity?
- About the time
I started rolling.
- I thought all you cared about
was the "ladder of success"?
- That's when I was
on the ground like you.
You should see the view
from up there.
You never will,
but you should!
- Ricky, look what you're doing.
You're dropping the crotch on
your pants just to be popular.
This isn't you.
It's us!
- Yeah, we're the cool ones!
- Well, my trouser trench
begs to differ.
- Hey, kids.
Hey, nice hemming stitch, honey.
- Actually,
it's a zigzag stitch.
- Ooh!
Tell me more.
- I don't think
we have to worry.
He's gonna zigzag his way
right off those stairs.
- Zigzag stitch?
Nice call, R-Man.
- What is happening?
- Those are pretty low.
What do you think, Trey?
Are they fifth-step low?
- No...
they're sixth-step low!
[all gasp]
- Whoa,
this view is a knee-buckler.
Ooh!
Thank you!
It's good
to be on step six.
- Step six gets
chocolate cake?
- He's having our cake.
- And eating it too!
[bell rings]
- Well, at least we're not
wearing Ricky's
goober gear today.
Maybe people
won't even remember.
- Hey, what's up Visor Boy,
Suspender Girl,
and Briefcase Boy?
- It's Briefcase Man.
If you're gonna say it,
say it right.
- How are we gonna
get to class
with the least amount
of people seeing us?
- You could always go down...
the other hallway.
[all gasp]
- There has to be another way!
- Don't worry,
it can't be that bad.
- Well, will you go with us?
- Uh...
[imitating PA system]
Mae Valentine,
please report to
the principal's office.
What have I done this time?
- ♪ Oh-oh-ooh-oh ♪
♪ Oh-oh-ooh
oh-ooh-oh-ohh ♪
[water dripping,
lights clicking]
- Agh!
- Ah, ghost!
- It's a pigeon!
- Ghost pigeon!
boy:
Hello, Harpers.
children:
Harpers, Harpers, Harpers.
- Who is that?
- Show yourself!
Duck Sock Boy?
- Welcome
to The Hall of Shame.
children:
Shame, shame, shame.
- Wow, this place
has quite an echo...
- No, those are just the other
kids with unfortunate nicknames.
all:
Nicknames, nicknames, nicknames.
- Okay,
they get it, guys.
all:
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
- It's not that bad down here.
You three
are going to fit right in.
See you tomorrow
and every day
until we graduate.
- Guys,
we can't live like this.
We have to do something.
- Something,
something, something.
Hey, that is kind of fun!
- Seriously!
There's only one way
out of here.
- Back the way we came?
- Okay, two.
- What about that
staircase right there?
- Okay, fine, there are a lot
of ways to get out of here!
But only one way will make sure
that we never have to use
this hallway again.
- Okay,
how's the crotch on these?
all:
Lower!
- Okay.
[in a deep voice]
How's the crotch on these?
[laughs]
♪
- All right,
what's the plan again?
- Strut, stop, 'sup.
- Got it.
Strut, strut, strut.
- You don't need
to say "strut."
Now stop.
Stop saying "strut,"
not stop strutting!
Strut!
'Sup.
- [whispering]
We didn't get a 'sup.
- So what do you think
of our pants?
Pretty low, huh?
- Low?
[laughs]
- The R-Man's sweeping
the floor with his.
- Whoa.
That is low.
- The R-Man
set a school record.
- Okay, that is it!
This is ridiculous!
He's not the R-Man,
he's Ricky Harper!
And he's not cool;
he irons!
- That's cool.
- His belt!
- I hate a wrinkled belt.
- Okay,
how about this?
He's in the Calculator
of the Month club.
- I know.
He gave me October.
Thanks, R-Man.
- Okay,
how about this one?
Ricky sleep-rhymes.
- Sleep-what?
- Rhymes.
[all gasp]
- R-Man, is this true?
'Cause if it is,
then that is not cool!
- Yeah, according
to my calculations,
that equals...
seven...
which is lame.
- They're not
sleep rhymes...
they're...
sleep raps.
I dabble
in the art of hip-hop.
- Oh, really?
- Why don't you rap
for us right now?
- Oh, I would,
but...
I don't have a beat
or anything.
[hip-hop beat]
There's not really any room
out here for me to perform.
- Well, then why don't
you go to the top step,
where there's plenty of room?
- Oh, but I don't
have top-step access.
- Actually, with those
floor-sweepers, you do.
♪ ♪
- R-Man, R-Man, R-Man, R-Man!
Not you, Arman.
R-Man, R-Man!
all:
R-Man, R-Man, R-Man, R-Man!
- This is ridiculous!
I don't even have a mic!
♪ ♪
Of course.
♪ ♪
♪ Yo, yo, my name is R-Man
and I'm here to say ♪
♪ Brush your teeth not once,
but twice a day ♪
- Is he really rapping
about brushing his teeth?
- Wait.
I want to see
where this goes.
- ♪ And don't y'all forget
that you got to floss too ♪
♪ It helps get rid
of the food you eat ♪
♪ I mean, chew ♪
♪ Like a kangaroo ♪
♪ A cow goes moo ♪
- This is not going
to a good place.
all:
Boo!
♪ ♪
Off the stairs!
- Poor Ricky.
- I thought this would
make me feel better,
but now I feel worse.
We got to save him.
- Let's do this.
- Hey, you don't have
top-step access!
[hip-hop beat]
♪ ♪
- ♪ Listen up, y'all,
I mean the whole school ♪
♪ If you laugh at Ricky,
then you be the fool ♪
♪ This whole thing started
'cause we wanted on the stairs ♪
♪ When we really
should have thought, "You know
what, who cares?" ♪
- both: Word!
♪ ♪
- ♪ So what if we look stupid ♪
♪ 'Cause we wore
some silly clothes? ♪
♪ It's not the name
you're nicked ♪
♪ It's who you are down
to your toes ♪
- both: Word!
- ♪ Unique is what we are,
so don't be dumb, be proud ♪
♪ Don't hide yourself,
pride yourself ♪
♪ And yell it clear and loud ♪
Mo' nicknames,
mo' problems.
Boom!
[cheers and applause]
- Hey, guys,
thanks for sticking up for me.
Up top!
[all grunting]
- ♪ That fall down the stairs,
it wasn't no joke ♪
♪ I just hope my arm
didn't... broke ♪
all:
Word!
- At least
we're on the stairs.
- Get off the stairs.
- Oh, sorry.
♪
[whistling]
♪ ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah! ♪
- ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah! ♪