[rock music]
- Nothing says
"First day of the new quarter"
like a freshly-laminated
schedule.
- Who needs laminating
when you got a hand?
This period, I have... mystery.
- You mean "History."
- No.
I have no idea what this says.
- Well, the three of us
have art class.
Finally, a reason
to wear this beret.
- Plus, art's an easy A.
But then, for me,
aren't they all?
- Wow, new quarter,
same old Ricky,
already bragging
about his grades.
- If it's true,
it's not bragging.
It's just talking.
- Well, it sounds to me
like trash talking.
- No, this is trash talking:
I'm gonna get a better grade
than you in art class
and then,
I'm gonna brag about it.
- Hey, are you guys coming to
the Student Events Club after
school?
We really need some ideas
for the spring festival.
- Definitely.
- I'll bring chips.
- I can bring some dip.
- Why am I just now
hearing about this club?
Where do I sign up?
- Dicky, that club's all about
organizing events
and coming up with ideas.
- Uh, yeah,
with chips and girls.
[bell rings]
[rock music]
- You know, Ricky, I am
pretty good at art.
I wouldn't be so sure
you're going to be better at it
than me.
- Please, I've been coloring
inside the lines
since I was three.
Pretty sure I got this.
- Pablo Picasso once said that
"Art is a lie...
that tells the truth."
- What does that even mean?
- Exactly!
I believe we all
have an artist
who lives inside of us,
screaming to get out.
[screams]
So today, I want you
to create a piece
that expresses you.
Your-- your hopes,
your dreams,
your truth.
- Oh, can I paint
a self-portrait?
- Any subject.
- Ooh, uh, can I make
something out of food?
- Any medium.
- [gasps] Sweet!
Or salty.
Haven't decided yet.
- Um, what about a paper?
- Yes, you can use paper.
- Uh, no.
Can I write a paper?
- Oh. [laughs]
This assignment isn't about
writing papers, right?
It's about
expressing our creativity.
- So, what are the guidelines?
- There are no guidelines.
- Then can I write a paper?
- There is one guideline.
No papers.
- So, what should I make?
- Anything you like.
Just express yourself!
- Well, I'd like to express
how much I'd like
some guidelines.
How else will I know
how to get an A?
- Oh, we don't have grades
in here.
[both gasp]
All right, class.
On your marks...
get set...
create!
- [breathing heavily]
- I hear something.
Oh.
I think it's the little artist
inside of you crying.
[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! ♪
[rock music]
- Mae, would you like
to read back
the minutes from last meeting?
- Yes.
You asked if anyone had ideas
for the spring festival,
we all said "Nope,"
then Natlee's "chair squeaked."
Then we quickly adjourned.
- Hey, is this
"Student Events Club?"
- What are you doing here?
- I just thought this club
could use some dude input.
Ladies.
- You know what?
I don't have time to fight this.
Okay, we have three days
until the spring festival,
and we need to raise money
for our class trip,
so let's think of some ideas.
- How about a dance-a-thon?
- We did that last year.
- Walk-a-thon?
- Eighth grade is doing that.
- Skip-a-thon?
- That's not a thing.
- Then I got noth-on.
- Come on, guys.
We need to think.
- Forget thinking.
Just say the first thing
that pops into your head.
I'll start.
Me in a kissing booth.
Boom.
Why don't we grab a smoothie
and hammer out the details?
- Dicky, we're trying to work.
- So am I.
- Look, this club is for people
who are serious
about helping the school.
- Yeah,
if you're not gonna help,
you can just go sit in the back.
- No, I'm gonna help.
I'm sorry.
[chair squeaks]
It was the chair.
- See?
- Meeting adjourned!
[mouthing words]
[rock music]
♪ ♪
- Hey.
- Ooh, uh, Mom?
Can I get your opinion on these?
- Oh, sure.
Aww.
[chuckles]
Mmm.
Delicious.
- What are you doing?
- What?
You wanted my opinion!
- This is my art project,
not an all-you-can-eat
panda buffet.
- Sorry.
- [sighs]
- So are you gonna
fix that little guy--
- Just finish it.
- Thank you.
[rock music]
- Ready... set...
create!
Create!
Ah!
- Whoa.
If you're going for mayonnaise
in a snow storm,
then you got it.
- I got nothing!
I'm trying,
but without guidelines,
I don't know where to start.
- It's easy. Just do this.
You've got a sky here...
um... a little cottage there...
some grass...
a little tree-- oh!
And how about a puppy?
- I don't see
any of those things,
but it's amazing!
- Yeah, it's pretty good.
- I can't believe
I'm saying this,
but tell me
your thought process.
- Okay, well, step one,
I grab a brush.
Step two,
I put some paint on it.
Step three, I painted.
Step four,
you asked me how I did it.
Step five, I told you.
Step six,
I go eat a burrito.
- Wait, I can't even get
to step three.
This is due tomorrow,
and I have nothing.
- Just hand in mine.
- I can't take credit
for something I didn't do.
- Oh. I respect that.
I don't get it,
but I respect it.
- Okay. Step one,
pick up the brush.
[deep breath]
Step two, put some paint on it.
Step three...
- Step three looks hard.
- [gasps]
- Hey, you know
what my painting has
that yours doesn't?
Paint.
Step four, laugh my way
up the stairs.
[laughs]
- We'll see who has
the last step four.
Ricky...
[rock music]
♪ ♪
- Your truth has moved me.
I mean, the honesty,
the bravery,
in this hand turkey...
I--
I'm sorry, I can't!
- Uh, Ms. Gressle?
Where's my project?
Uh, it was the panda rice balls.
- I'm sorry.
I didn't get them.
- What? I left them
on your desk this morning.
- That's strange.
but since it was food,
it might have been
taken away by rats.
- Rats!
- Or the janitor.
- Mr. Katz!
- I'll give you
another day to redo it.
- Redo it!
- Ah, Dawn.
Your painting is simply...
mm, mm, mm!
- Did you hear that, Ricky?
My painting is...
"Mm, mm, mm!"
- Oh, and look at this one.
[gasps]
- Oh, that's mine.
How does it sound,
Ms. Gressle?
- Ahhhhh!
- Hear that?
Mine's, "Ahhhhh!"
- Um, excuse me,
Ms. Gressle, "Mm--mm--mm!"
Is better than, "Ahhhhh!"
Right?
- Dawn, I could never say
that one piece
is better than another,
but in this case,
one is better.
In fact, I'm going to hang
one of these paintings
up in the hall right now.
Dawn?
- Yes, Ms. Gressle?
- You're tall, come help me
hang Ricky's painting
up in the hall.
- I don't think--
- You know what my painting has
that yours doesn't?
You hanging it!
- Ricky!
[rock music]
♪ ♪
- Behold!
[applause]
- I believe it was Ms. Gressle
who once said
it was Picasso
who once said,
"Art is a lie...
that tells the truth."
[applause]
- Speaking of "art" and "lies,"
this doesn't add up.
I'm not buying it.
- It's not for sale.
- We'll see about that.
- This painting is so cool.
- I didn't know
Ricky could paint.
- He's so talented!
- I like a talented guy.
- Oh, really?
Well,
what would you ladies say
if I told you I painted that?
[laughter]
- Yeah, right, Dicky.
- What, you think
I couldn't paint that?
- No, I know
you couldn't paint that.
- Yeah, you're
"kissing booth" guy.
- You never take
anything seriously.
- I take things seriously.
- Oh, thanks
for the painting, bro.
- Yeah. I need it back.
- What?
- Dude.
The girls love my painting.
You gotta tell them
that I painted it.
- No, I can't do that.
Then Ms. Gressle
will know I lied.
Besides, you said
I could have it.
- But that's before I found out
people don't take me seriously.
- I'm sorry, but the painting's
got my name on it.
- So you got
my picture hanging, and now
you're gonna
leave me hanging?
- I'm not
the bad guy here, right?
I mean,
he told me to take it.
- Give Dicky's painting back.
- Now he's in my head!
- And you should
give Dicky money.
- What?
- Money for Dicky.
- Dicky.
- Whoa.
Did you hear that too?
[rock music]
- I'm sorry, I just can't
tell people
the painting's yours.
- Fine, then I'll paint
another painting just like it.
- No, then everyone
will know I lied.
Besides,
you only want it back
so you can impress some "girls."
- This isn't just about girls.
This is about
letting people know
that I do
take some things seriously
and if those people
just happen to be girls,
then so be it.
- I can't give you
the painting back,
but I also
can't leave you hanging.
So, maybe there is
something I can do
to help you be taken seriously.
- I'm listening.
- Okay.
You made me look
like a good artist,
so I'm gonna make you
look like a good idea man.
What we're gonna do is--
- Okay--
Oh--[forced chuckle]
- Um--
How 'bout that
televised sporting event
that you and I both watched?
- Yes. Sports.
- What do you say
we go upstairs
and keep discussing
this sporting event?
- Yes. Sports. Upstairs.
- Man, that was a big field.
- And grassy.
- [sighs] Something's up
with Ricky and Dicky.
I'm gonna figure out
what it is.
- I don't have time for that.
I'm redoing my art project.
Making something
both rats and Mr. Katz
won't want to mess with.
Octo-pie.
- Just doesn't make any sense.
- It makes perfect sense.
It's a pie shaped
like an octopus.
- No.
First Ricky can't paint,
and somehow he creates
the most amazing painting
in the history
of school paintings
and now he's talking
about sports with Dicky.
Those two know nothing
about sports.
I'm gonna get
to the bottom of this.
- Hey, where'd all
my suction cups go?
[sighs]
- I think they're over there.
[rock music]
Okay, so I came up with a name
for our spring festival.
"Spring Fun For All."
What do you guys think?
Aww,
I wasn't expecting applause.
Thank you. Okay.
So I also think we should get
the orchestra
and drama club to perform.
- Or...
- Dicky?
- You want to make
some serious money
at this fundraiser?
We're gonna set up
carnival booths
with games and prizes.
- W--wait.
What's going on here?
- Mae, you make great bracelets.
So how do you feel about
making bracelets as prizes?
- That actually makes sense.
- Molly, Natlee, you guys
are always
taking pictures of stuff.
How do you feel about
running a photo booth?
- That's a great idea.
- Wait, what's going on here?
- Sorry, Dawn.
I mean, your ideas are good,
but Dicky's are better.
- But you guys still like
my "Spring Fun For All"
name, right?
- We like it.
- Yeah.
- Or, we could call it
the "Spring Cha-Ching."
- Sorry, but Dicky's on fire.
- Okay, Spring Cha-Ching
is now a thing.
Meeting adjourned.
Seriously.
- Okay, I'm confused.
That guy with those good ideas
was Dicky, right?
- I want to say yes,
but I can't be sure.
- But Dicky doesn't even
own a suit,
but Ricky does.
And Dicky doesn't have
any ideas,
but Ricky does.
This whole thing just keeps
getting weirder and weirder.
- I agree.
Yesterday,
Dicky tried to take credit
for Ricky's painting.
- But what if Dicky
did paint that?
Pretty tricky, Ricky.
Pretty, pretty tricky.
[rock music]
- What you doing, Nicky?
- Putting the finishing touches
on my art project
for the third time.
This one's
a brown rice teddy bear
using an omelet for a blanket.
I call it...
"Go to Beddy, Teddy."
- How adorable!
- Mm, it is adorable.
But I wish I didn't have to
spend my Saturday redoing it.
- Well does Ms. Gressle
not like your projects?
- They keep on disappearing
before she even gets
to see them.
- Really?
That's so weird.
Well, I'm sure
when she sees this one,
she is gonna love it.
Not only is it creative, but
it looks good enough to eat.
- Good enough to eat, huh?
[gasps]
Of course.
Someone's been eating them.
Who would stoop
so low as to take
a child's art project
and eat it?
- Hmm?
[rock music]
♪ ♪
together:
Say "Spring Cha-Ching!"
all: Spring Cha-Ching!
- Oh, hey Nicky,
did you ever find out what was
happening to your art projects?
- I'm about to.
I put purple food coloring
in my latest one,
so when someone eats it,
I can identify
the purple-trator.
- You're a weird little dude.
- Look at us.
We pulled it off.
The idea man and the artist.
- I gotta say,
everything turned out perfectly.
- Oh, look.
It's the artist
and his brilliant painting.
- Dawn just had an idea
that I thought was mwah!
- Ricky, you're going to paint
in front of everybody.
- And then, we're going
to auction off the painting.
- Yeah, now we can all
watch you paint.
Unless there's a reason
that you can't paint
that you would like
to tell Ms. Gressle.
- [nervous laughter]
Uh, no.
I-- I'm good.
- Oh, good.
Oh, you gather everyone around,
and I'll be right back.
- What am I gonna do?
- Hold on.
The idea man has another idea.
- I'm the idea man!
- Good, then what do you got?
- I gotta paint
in front of everybody!
- You can't paint!
- I know!
- Then that's not
a very good idea!
- [sighs]
- Attention,
Spring Cha-Chingers!
Or shall I call you
"Fun-For-Allers"?
Fine.
Spring Cha-Ching it is.
Gather round to watch
Ricky Harper
paint yet another masterpiece
right before our very eyes.
[applause]
- Okay, listen.
You got this.
Remember the steps.
One, pick up the paintbrush.
- [deep breath]
- Two--
What was two again?
- They were your steps.
- All I know is,
it ends with this.
- You're no help at all.
Sure, I can put
the brush in the paint,
and smear it on the canvass,
but I have no idea what I'm--
hey, I'm doing it,
I'm painting!
- Wait, he's actually painting.
- Ricky's painting!
- Whose idea was this?
- Probably Dicky's.
He's an idea man.
- Well, what would you say
if I told you
I was the idea man.
- Can't you just be happy
being tall?
- Almost finished.
Just a little swirl here...
and another one here.
- I know you like 'em warm, so
I'm pit-firing it up.
- And...
voila!
[all groan]
- Is it that bad?
- No. No, it's good.
Shall we start the bidding
at a nickel?
- I have a confession.
I can't paint.
- [snorts]
Well, duh.
- Dicky's the one who did
the painting
in the hallway, not me.
[all gasp]
- Wow, Dicky.
We really underestimated you.
- Thanks,
but to be fair,
Ricky's the one who came up with
all those great ideas
for the Spring Cha-Ching.
- So, just to clarify,
both of my brothers lied,
and I was right
and that's not bragging.
It's just talking.
- Ricky!
You're a liar?
I mean, you should have
just painted
a pair of pants on fire.
[gasps]
- Awkward.
- Looks like somebody's
getting an earful.
[mouthing words]
- Looks like someone's
got a mouthful.
Of purple!
Ms. Gressle!
Your mouth is purple!
You ate Beddy Teddy.
- Nicky! I-- I--
I would never betray the trust
of another artist.
I create art.
I don't eat it.
That's a smudge of purple paint.
- Were you painting
with your tongue?
- All right, fine.
I was eating your
magnificent art...work.
I just-- I was trying
to cut down on carbs,
and it's so hard.
And I--
I apologize, Nicky.
- Listen, I'm glad
you appreciate my work,
but I had to remake it twice.
- Each time more delicious
than the last.
I'm sorry, Nicky.
I'll give you an A.
- Ah.
- How come he gets a grade?
- You want a grade?
- I'm good.
- Hey, guys.
Sorry I outed you both
in front of the whole school.
- Well, we did lie,
so we kind of deserved it.
- This couldn't have
turned out worse.
- No, but I have an idea
that could make it better.
Everybody smile!
- This was a great idea,
Dicky.
- What? It was my idea.
- Huh?
- No, taking the photo
was your idea.
The photo booth was my idea.
- That I gave you!
- Not it's not!
[overlapping shouting]
- Don't wear that, you don't
have the right to wear--
[rock music]
♪ ♪
[whistling]
♪ ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah! ♪
- ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah! ♪