Back in the '90s, there was nothing Principal Glascott
loved more than the morning meeting.
It's where he got to bring everyone up to speed
on what was happening at his beloved William Penn.
Okay, so, we need three more chaperones for the Spring dance.
Uh, this weekend we'll be cleaning out the kitchen,
so any food that you leave behind
will become an app for my book club.
Not my celery sticks!
Also, tomorrow morning, I will be going
under the knife and may die.
Wait, what?
Oh, it's nothing to worry about.
It's just some very invasive,
life-threatening... procedure.
Oh, my God, why didn't you tell us sooner?!
John, what's going on?
You can tell us. We can handle it.
I'm having hallux valgus surgery.
John, should we get a prayer chain going?
- It sounds serious. - Calm down, people.
The man has a bunion.
Mee Maw Mellor had a bunion.
It's, uh, a little extra bone on your big toe.
Well, mine's actually at the base of my baby toe,
medically referred to as a "bunionette."
Anyways, I'll be out for the next few days
and will need someone to fill in as acting principal
while I'm gone staring death in the face.
Or just your gross toe.
The person that I will be passing the torch to is...
...CB.
- Really? - Really?
- Really?! - Oh, my God!
Oh, my God. I-I don't even... I don't even know what to say.
What an honor. Wow.
I promise to represent this school
to the best of my ability, John.
Relax, Miss America. It's a couple days.
♪ One of these days, you're gonna get outta here ♪
♪ Live your life and finally be free ♪
♪ Go where you wanna go, do what you wanna do ♪
♪ Someday, you will say "Those were the days" ♪
It was April 15th, 1990-something,
and Coach Mellor and Julie's relationship
was chugging along comfortably.
Ah! There's the light of my
very healthy and active life.
Are you ready for Stouffer's French Bread Pizza
and "Nash Bridges" tonight?
Actually, I was thinking that we could go see "Rent"
at the Forrest Theater, you know, have a night out?
Great, but not on the night of the season finale.
We didn't watch 23 episodes of "Nash Bridges"
to miss the big finale.
I'm sure they'll just solve the 24th crime,
but maybe we could go see "Rent" tomorrow night.
Tomorrow night is, uh, tuna casserole and Boggle.
- The night after that? - Fajitas on the grill
and washing the mesh pinnies from gym class.
That's certainly much better.
That's my girl! Back on track!
Rick, I don't mean to pry.
Don't you, though?
But that woman is clearly looking to get out
and have a little fun, and all you want to do
is sit at home eating and sniffing kids' gym clothes.
Never at the same time.
You two are clearly in a rut.
You're damn right we are!
Wait, do you think that's a good thing?
The rut is the dream!
I mean, it just means that the relationship
is smooth sailing, and there are no kinks to iron out.
Do you ever do date nights?
For us, every night is a date night.
You just heard three of them.
Did you hear three date nights?
At this point, I don't know if I can identify a date night.
I mean, is that when you go out and listen to music
that isn't about what direction the wheels on the bus go?
I'm just trying to help you.
Julie wants to shake things up.
If you can't do that, she may look for someone who can.
Julie shakes things up plenty!
In fact, lately, she's been out studying for her nursing exam
with her gal pal, Leslie!
Hey, Rick.
Leslie's here, and I wanted you guys to meet.
Hi! You must be Leslie's very ripped and smoldering husband.
I'm Rick Mellor. Nice to meet you.
No, Rick.
This is Leslie.
But you're a boy!
No, he is all man.
Yeah, people get it confused all the time.
Don't feel bad.
Well, that sure shook things up.
As Mellor was beginning to worry
about Julie's new study partner,
CB was starting the day off
with a fun spin on the morning announcements.
Good morning, William Penn!
I don't know if you've heard,
but there's a new sheriff in town.
It's me, Charlie Brown,
your temporary interim principal!
Please mosey on over for some counseling,
discipline, or just a nice high-five.
My door will always be open,
and if it's shut, just give me a nice, little...
...or a "ding-dong"!
To be clear, you're gonna have to say "ding-dong"
because we don't actually have a doorbell.
Now, giddy on up to your classes, everybody!
Yep, CB was feeling great about his new gig.
That is, until he ran into "The Pinkies,"
a trio of popular girls who ruled the school.
They sometimes wore pink, but always did this.
- Hi! - Hi, Mr. Brown!
I mean, Principal Brown.
I heard Glascott's foot died and you're in charge now.
Not entirely accurate, but sure!
So, I'm having my birthday bash this Saturday,
- and I was wondering... - Oh, I am incredibly flattered,
but it's also my Nana's b-day, and we are touring
the Yankee Candle Factory, so...
but I'll take a party bag.
Yeah, no.
Anyway, my dad owns Kinko's, so I'm kind of known
for having these rad party invitations...
full-color cardstock, photo-gloss finish.
None of that matte garbage.
Yeah, we hate that garbage.
- Such garbage. - Stop it!
Anyway, this year I want to go all-out
and surprise my guests
by putting their invitations inside their lockers.
Oh, wow! That is delightful!
You're such a good friend.
So, can you do me a teeny, tiny favor
and get me the combinations to these 37 lockers?
Opening other students' lockers to put party invites in?
Sounds awesome!
- Happy to oblige! - You're the best.
I'll send Marni later to pick them up.
Bye-e-e!
Bye!
Hey.
Did I just hear you agree to give Gina
37 locker combinations?
Yeah, for her birthday invites.
She's trying to make her guests feel special.
It's the exact opposite.
She is trying to make a very clear point
of how exclusive her party is
so everyone who doesn't get invited feels like crap.
Why would she do that?
That's what she feeds off of. She's a monster.
- Gina?! - She's a classic mean girl.
The Pinkies are at the top of the William Penn social pyramid.
They decide who's cool and who's not.
And they manipulate anyone in their sights
and use them however they see fit.
So they're like super villains?
I'm just saying you're principal right now,
and this party can make for a pretty rough couple of days.
Do you think that I don't have what it takes?
I'm just saying you could really use my help on this one.
I see what's going on here.
Looks like someone is jealous that Glascott didn't pick you.
CB, this is not a power grab for an unpaid temporary job.
Look, I was a teenage girl once, and I've had my fair share
of dust-ups with their kind. I know how to tangle.
Thank you, but I am good, all right?
And as your supervisor, may I just say
to get your caboose over to that fifth period right now?
Toot-toot!
Without my train sound-effect whistle, it just doesn't pop.
So, Julie tells me you're a tremendous athlete, Rick.
I, uh, played a little high-school basketball.
Probably shirts and skins.
I imagine you played on the skins team.
I'm imagining it right now.
I played high-school basketball,
but then I went on to play college ball.
- You got me beat there. - College ball is a different beast.
I mean, I had a couple of scholarship offers,
but then one morning I just woke up and I decided
to grab a backpack and travel the world,
wherever the wind takes me. And I'm speaking literally.
I was on a one-man sailboat.
That's Leslie. Mr. Spontaneity.
Well, this has been great!
Uh, but, uh, Julie and I have our regular
weekly Taco Tuesday lunch, so...
Actually, Rick, with the nursing test coming up,
I want to get in as much studying as I can.
So Leslie and I are going to have a "studying lunch"
on myology at the café down the street.
- Myology. - Nice meeting you, Rick.
Nice to meet you, man Leslie.
And I'm sorry, but I think I'm gonna have to skip
"Nash Bridges" tonight.
Leslie's coming over so we can study anatomy.
Anatomy.
For the first time ever, I envy Julie.
Wilma, you're right!
Julie and I are in a rut!
No! You're in the rut!
Julie's climbed out and is about to free solo Mount Leslie!
The writing was on the wall for Mellor.
As for Principal CB,
he was trying to get some signatures for Glascott.
Come on, man. That's all of my food.
Sorry, it's a "get well" card for John.
I'm trying to get the whole faculty to sign it.
I never know what to write in these things.
There's too much pressure.
Okay.
Mean girls.
I don't know what Lainey's talking about.
Those three are thick as thieves.
No!
Oh, Gina, Marni, come on.
Oh, that's not good.
All right, time to be Principal CB here
and get to work.
Are you about to talk to Gina and her crew?
- That is correct. - No. They're in my Spanish class.
I call them "Las rosaditas del diablo."
"The devil's pinkies"?
Oh, my God, you, too? Come on.
- CB! - I've got this!
CB!
Hi, Jessica.
Everything okay?
I just got this from Gina's people.
That'd be Marni.
"You're not invited." What?
Right? I thought I was a "Pinky for Life."
- That's our motto. - Well, did something happen?
I don't know.
Maybe I looked at Todd weird.
Maybe my sweater was too much like hers.
Maybe she's just jealous because my hair
looks better in a French braid.
Well, you know my motto... "If you feel bad,
tell the person who made you feel bad
and find out why they made you feel bad
so that you don't feel bad."
That's super clunky.
I'll just find other friends...
or eat lunch alone for the rest of my life.
That is not a pink devil girl.
That is just someone in need.
And lucky for her she's got a principal who won't give up.
Not giving up is a big mistake.
You sound just like Lainey.
Why, is she right, too?
I'm already formulating a plan
that's not only gonna help Jessica,
but it's gonna get all three friends back together.
Well, we're gonna miss you around here.
Good luck!
CB was determined to solve the drama between The Pinkies,
and I had thought up a solution of my own.
Hey. Coop came by and told me what happened with Jessica
getting de-invited from Gina's party.
Yeah, she's really upset.
I know how I can help.
I'll start a rumor there's a Germantown party
the night of Gina's party that Jessica's going to,
which will make everyone go,
"What's the big Germantown party?"
And Gina will be nervous that kids
are gonna not go to her party.
So, to make sure the pretend Germantown party
doesn't overwhelm her party, she'll invite anyone,
including the dis-invited Jessica.
Okay, you're acting like a child,
whereas I'm the person in charge.
So, while I appreciate your input... actually, not at all.
Who said that?
This stuff is clearly out of your pay grade, okay?
Hi, Mr. Brown.
- You wanted to see me? - Jessica, yes, I did.
- Please take a seat. - Am I in trouble?
No, the opposite of trouble.
Don't worry.
- What are they doing here?! - What's she doing here?
Yeah, what's she doing here?
What are all of them doing here?
Chill. CB the Principal has got this.
I am about to turn back time.
You're gonna sing like Cher?
No, something better.
Please, take a seat.
A journey through the long history
of your beautiful friendship,
as told by the William Penn yearbook.
Here we go.
- Oh, my God. - This isn't happening.
Aww, look at you guys.
Second grade. Thick as thieves.
Speaking of thick, you really did hold on to that baby fat.
Yeah. I remember you called me "Miss Piggy."
Well, you do snort when you laugh.
I don't think this is making them any closer.
Let me start my second-party rumor.
No! You are a teacher.
We do not start rumors, okay?
I am principal, authorized by John Glascott,
who may or may not have survived his bunion surgery.
So do not undermine me, please.
And... first day of high school!
Oh, my God, you never gave me that shirt back!
I did you a favor.
As if you've ever been able to pull off olive.
- Klepto! - Bitch!
- Christmas pageant! - Abort!
They feel your desperation, and it repulses them!
You know what? You are both officially off my party list!
But, "Pinkies for Life."
Why don't you put that away?
CB's plan hadn't worked out like he'd hoped.
Meanwhile, Julie and Leslie
were hoping to have a productive study session.
Hey-oh!
Rick, what are you doing here?
Brought you some brain food for your study sesh.
Unexpected.
Some might even say spontaneous.
We've got, uh, manchego, chorizo, pan y mantequilla.
That all sounds delicious.
Well, I thought we'd get a head start on the food
we'll be eating in...
Barcelona!
Which is the first stop on our spontaneous
trip around the world.
Oh, Barcelona is beautiful.
If you go, you must see the Basilica de la Sagrada Família.
- Must we? - And do me a favor.
Go to the Café de l'Opera, tell Roberto I sent you,
and ask him to make you his special paella de Leslie.
Nah, we're not gonna have any time for that.
Pack a bag, baby!
This is, uh, all very sudden and... and exciting!
I know. I don't even have a passport.
But I can't travel or go anywhere until after I take
my nurse practitioner certification test.
All right, well, we'll put a spontaneous pin
in our spontaneous trip!
- Thank you. - And when you ace this test,
I am personally gonna have a name plate made that says
"School Nurse Practitioner Julie."
We can even bring it to Barcelona.
Rick, I'm taking this test
so I can get a job back at the hospital
and continue to learn and advance my career.
But your career is at William Penn, with me.
I like working at the school,
but for me, it was always temporary.
Julie's an exceptional nurse.
In fact, when she passes her certification,
I'm gonna do my best to get her a position
at Abington Memorial with me.
- With you? - Yes, that's where Leslie works.
And he said he's gonna put in a good word
with his department head.
That's very helpful of you, Leslie.
I appreciate you extending the courtesy to my girlfriend.
Ah, you're truly a good guy.
Leslie's truly an [bleep].
I'm gonna take him down and show Julie I'm the dominant male.
Seems like so far, he's dominated you everywhere.
Which is why the next battle will be in my arena!
You're gonna play him in badminton?
No, one-on-one basketball, or as they say in Barcelona,
uno-a-uno en baloncesto.
While Mellor was getting pumped to go head-to-head with Leslie,
CB was feeling deflated
due to some tough feedback from his boss.
So, I heard all about your Pinkies disaster.
John, I have got everything under control, all right?
It's just three upset friends.
Oh, this is way bigger than upset friends.
The whole party is off.
I got Marni's mom up my ass 'cause she can't get a refund
for her daughter's dumb sequin party dress.
Like somehow it's my fault she lost the receipt from Wet Seal.
- I'm... I'm sorry. - Oh, that's not all.
Gina's dad permanently revoked our school's discount
on all banner printings from Kinko's.
So I guess the football players will be taking the field
running through nothing!
It's hard to cheer for that
'cause you can see them the whole time.
And Jessica and Marni
both dropped out of the school musical
and took all the other girls with them
to show solidarity against Gina!
Now it's just "Guys"? No "Dolls"?
Sorry to interrupt, but I thought you should know
I was just able to subdue
a colossal food fight in the cafeteria.
- What happened? - All I really know is
what with The Pinkies disbanding,
the students feel no need to abide by the rules of society.
Don't worry. I'll clean it up.
Just be careful out there!
Oh, my God, it's even worse than I thought!
I can fix this, all right?
We haven't even tried puppets yet with the girls.
And as you know, that is the ultimate
conflict resolution tool.
You do not have the authority to go into my puppet drawer!
Oh, God, and to think this could all have been solved
with a rumor about a competing party!
That is what I've been saying!
You have?
I see.
Lainey Lewis, you are now
the new Interim Principal of William Penn.
- Huh? - Well, well done.
Guess you've got everything you ever wanted.
- What? - Yeah, you've been gunning for my job
- since Day One. - This is Day One.
You've angled and you've played,
and you know what?
You are just like those Pinkie girls.
You are a Pinkie teacher.
So, bye-e.
As CB was giving me the cold shoulder,
Mellor was warming up for his one-on-one game with Leslie.
All right, Rick. It's game time.
Leslie hasn't arrived yet, but when he does,
I am prepared to give him
the worst basketball-related beat-down
since the Jocks defeated the Rocks
in MTV's "Rock Jock B-Ball Jam '93."
Why do you even know that?
That event was the perfect confluence
of my love for basketball and my disdain for Urkel
and his abject refusal to admit that he did "do that."
Hey, Rick. Ready to hoop it up.
Where are the rest of the guys?
The rest of the eight guys flaked.
I don't know why I keep inviting those eight guys.
They always flake.
They're the flakiest eight guys I know.
- Right, Wilma? - Don't involve me in your weirdness.
Well, since it's just you and I,
what do you say we go one-on-one?
Uh, yeah, sure.
Just give me a minute to stretch.
All right!
My plan is going off like clockwork.
Julie will arrive in the middle of the game
and see me dominating Leslie,
and that image will be seared into her brain.
Leslie, a sniveling loser,
curled up in the fetal position on the gym floor
while I stand over him
like a mythical basketball Minotaur,
half man, half bull!
All champion!
- All right, I'm ready. - Ah, time to play.
Now, so we know who's on whose team, let's go shirts and skins.
Rick, you're shirts.
I guess that makes you skins, Leslie.
Pop that top, big boy!
It's pretty clear what the teams are, Wilma.
Let's do this!
Word spread of Coach's heated one-on-one game.
And soon enough, there was a full house watching,
as Mellor dominated Leslie.
Time!
Julie, what a nice surprise.
You asked me to come here.
Are you playing one-on-one against Leslie?
Yeah, just for fun.
I mean, I'm the 15 and he's the 6,
so I'm winning by a lot.
Why don't you sit down and enjoy the game?
- Sure. - Time back in!
Since I've been running away with this,
I'll go a little easier on you, starting about now.
Mellor!
Tom's choking!
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Come here. Come on. Come on.
I gotcha. I gotcha.
Oh, my God, Leslie!
You saved his life!
Leslie!
No, no.
Let's not forget the score.
It's 18-6.
Did you see what Leslie did?
- Can you believe it? - Yeah, he stole my thunder.
Tom Scott was choking.
Yeah, well, he's partially to blame, too.
Rick, are you jealous of Leslie?
Of course I'm jealous.
He's got a paella named after him, for God's sake!
I'm just some boring routine guy
who makes you stay at home and wash gym clothes.
You deserve that job and to spend all your time with him.
- Rick. - Don't.
And it's true. We are stuck in a rut.
Maybe going to work with Leslie
is the best way to get out of it.
After calling me out as a mean girl, CB was going
to get back at me by pulling a mean girl move of his own.
Oh, I'm sorry. This party is invite-only.
What party? This is the teachers' lounge.
With balloons and a cheese plate.
- No. - Yeah, so clearly a party.
The cheese choice is yellow or white.
With either Ritz crackers or broken Ritz crackers.
And again, if you don't have a party invite,
you're gonna have to skedaddle
'cause this is an exclusive private event.
Okay, I see what you're doing.
Gosh, the tables have certainly been turned on me.
Oh, my God!
A party for me and my new perfectly symmetrical feet?!
Oh, uh...
So, Lainey, how'd everything go?
Pretty good. Pinkie problem solved.
CB reluctantly helped me start a Germantown party rumor
that worked so well
there somehow actually is a Germantown party now.
A bunch of kids over there are disappointed
they're not invited, but, hey, not our problem.
Not our problem at all.
So, I'm glad you two got to work together.
Well, I guess it was dumb to think that
old photos of The Pinkies would remind them
how much they care about each other.
Yeah, Gina Rivera has no feelings whatsoever.
But it doesn't matter whose idea it was. It got it done.
Well, it was Lainey, so here's your new heir apparent.
I have no interest in this job.
But I did.
I always thought I would follow in your footsteps, John,
going from teacher to counselor to principal.
- You still can. - But I sucked at it.
So what if you have to go to Lainey
to help you with a student issue
or to Coop to help you plan this awesome party
or Johnny Atkins to get the beanies and/or weenies
off the cafeteria wall?
For the record, it was both.
Good leaders don't do everything themselves.
They get the best out of everyone they lead.
It's true, CB.
And just so you know, I was on your side the whole time.
There's no one that can inspire
this entire school the way you do.
Thanks, guys.
Now let's get that "welcome back" party started!
Coop, what all do you have planned?
Uh, we... Um, uh...
Whoa...
CB was taking everything Glascott and I said to heart.
Meanwhile, Julie was hoping to have
a heart-to-heart of her own with Mellor.
Are you rocky-roading at 8:00 a.m.?
With rainbow sprinkles.
Not even the new confetti colors
can brighten the darkness I feel inside.
Look, Leslie is just a friend.
That's all he's ever been. And the job?
Even though I always planned on leaving this school
for bigger career opportunities, I never planned on leaving you.
With this new job,
you're gonna be leaving at the crack of dawn,
you'll come home late, exhausted.
I just feel like we're not gonna have as much time together.
But maybe there's a way that we could add to the time
that we see each other outside of school.
Like, on the weekends?
I was thinking during the week,
if, uh, maybe we moved in together?
Wow!
Not... Not immediately or anything, but... but someday.
Because no matter how much life changes,
I always want you there with me.
And I, too, also, with change, want that.
For the changes... wait.
I understand.
- I love you. - Oh, I love you.
Life can throw a lot of changes our way.
And sometimes those changes
can make us feel insecure,
and we second-guess ourselves.
That's why, as long as you stay true to who you are,
those insecurities will fade away.
And if you keep an open mind, you'll find your friendships
will flourish more than ever.
And who knows?
You might even discover a new one in the process.
Or learn a lesson and make an improvement
in one that you already have
and cherish with all your heart.
Good morning, William Penn!
I hope everyone had a great weekend,
even though we had all that rain...
...wind...
...and thunder!
That sounds nothing like it.
- It's all I have, John. - Workshop it.
Anyway, we have a great week coming up.
Wednesday night's the varsity basketball game.
Hopefully there won't be any broken bones.
Because we don't want anyone carted off in an ambulance.
In England?
You guys need to stop!
Okay, uh, let's put on the brakes.
CB, please give it a rest.
Hey, I think we're a hit.
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