[energetic music]
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[school bell rings]
- [chuckles]
- [slurps] Ah...
Oh--ohh! Oh! Skateboarders.
You misfits decide on a team sport yet?
It's mandatory. - Okay, Coach.
- Basketball, baseball, field hockey.
I'm not super into any of these.
- Hah! En garde--hah!
Water fencing!
- Oh!
- If only there was a sport we all liked.
all: Hmm...
- You guys, I got it. Skateboarding.
- Yeah, it takes just as much athletic ability as any sport.
- Could a basketball player do this?
Whoa! Normally, I nail that trick.
- Come on, let's go tell Coach Crawford
that we're starting the school's
very first skateboarding team.
Hey, Coach!
- My coffee. And you got it on my whistle.
[twirr]
- We chose a team sport-- skateboarding.
- [gags] Pfffft!
Skateboarding's not a sport.
It's a nuisance! Always zipping by,
making a ruckus with your "dude this,"
"dude that."
Disrespecting the rules.
Where's the sportsmanship in that?
- We're not like that.
- Oh, I think you are.
Besides, the rule book says
you need at least six people, proper equipment,
and matching uniforms.
all: Hmm...
- Challenge accepted.
- Pfffft! [laughs, mutters]
In that case, you need it all by tomorrow morning.
- The rule book says that? - Yep. Right there.
Good luck--if you fail, there's always dodgeball.
[chuckling]
- We can't get all that by tomorrow.
- And it sounds like he made all those rules up just now.
- But if we do everything he said,
he can't say no to us.
Come on, how great would it be to start our own team?
- So rad! - It would be sweet.
- Nothing's gonna get in our way.
[twirr]
- Oh! - Ohh!
- Looks like the dodgeball team's filling up nicely.
- How are we gonna find two more teammates by tomorrow?
- I know how to find one of them.
Sid, I have awesome news.
- The lunch lady found the Band-Aid
she lost in the mashed potatoes?
[dramatic chords]
[all gagging, groaning]
Pfft, pfft, pfft.
No. How would you like to be
on our school's first skateboarding team?
- But I can't skateboard, remember?
- Show me what you got.
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- Aah! - Aah!
[thud] [cat screeches]
Really? I remember you being great...ish.
Anyway, I'm a good teacher.
I'll get you shredding in no time.
- Then I better take my lunch to go,
'cause it sounds like I have some skateboarding lessons.
- I found it!
[dramatic chords]
What do I win?
- Am I shredding yet?
- Almost.
Why don't we try it on the board now?
Now balance one foot on the board
while pushing off with the other.
Yes! See? You're a natural!
Wanna try a little faster now?
- I'm comfortable with this speed.
- Good enough. Welcome to the team.
- Wait! I have one condition.
Can I also be the team mascot?
I'm thinking I should be...
a hotdog. - A hotdog!
- Wow! Great minds think alike.
- Whoa... - Now,
we only need one more skater.
We could hold tryouts. - Brilliant!
- Whoo-hoo!
- Uh... [thud] ow!
I'll catch up with ya.
Hmm...catsup or mustard?
Both!
- Try out for the skateboarding team
and get a free taco!
Huh? Whoa...
Single file line, please.
- Yeah! - Tacos!
- You guys should start a taco making team,
'cause these are amazing.
- Thanks. My abuela made them.
Now, who wants to try out for the skateboarding team?
Huh?
- Hey, guys, am I too late?
- Yes. We're all out of tacos, Laird.
- Oh, okay. Can I still try out?
- You actually wanna be on the team?
- Yeah! I'm an awesome skater.
- Whoa! - Oh!
- Wow. - Yeah!
- You look great! You're in.
Guys, we did it!
We got our uniforms, our gear,
and our sixth teammate.
- But there's just one part I can't nail down.
- What's that? - Stopping!
Aaah! [thud] Ohh!
[muttering]
- [slurping] Ahh...
Huh?
- Coach Crawford,
introducing the Chavez Academy's
new skateboarding team!
[rock music]
- And your new, delicious mascot!
Ah-ah-ah-ah--
- Oh! Always while I'm having my coffee!
[all whooping, yelling]
- Yeah! - Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
[rock music]
- We did everything you said. We have players, equipment,
and uniforms. - Oh, you sure did.
But, uh, I forgot to mention one more thing.
The rule book states you have to win
a qualifying match to officially be a team.
- What?! - Oh, man!
- I'll arrange for a match after school today.
Here's the address. If you win, you have a team.
If not, pick another sport and leave me alone already!
[chomping sounds]
- This is crazy! We're not prepared!
- We haven't had a single practice!
- Come on, guys. We've made it this far.
We can win this thing!
We just gotta do what we do best--
skate our hearts out!
- She's right! - Yeah!
- I already figured out how to go faster
with my hotdog blaster.
Ohh!
- That's what I call fast food!
Am I right? Ha ha ha ha ha!
[snorts] all: Eh...
- School's over in three,
two, one...
- Sid, where is everyone? - Bad news!
Sameer and Nikki were put on dishwashing duty
for vandalizing the principal's portrait.
- Ha ha ha ha ha! - That's so dumb!
- They swear they didn't do it, but now they can't leave
until all the plates in the cafeteria are clean.
- Oh, no! What about Casey and Laird?
- They got detention for putting gum under the desks
in Ms. Galiano's class.
But they're innocent too!
- This can't be happening! The match starts toon.
You go help Sameer and Nikki in the cafeteria.
I'll bust Laird and Casey outta detention.
- On it!
[lens shutter clicks] - Hmm...
[click] Ronnie Anne,
no photo bombing!
Oh, my eyes were closed anyway.
- You gotta let Casey and Laird outta detention.
Look at them! They're innocent!
- We were framed. - Yeah!
- Sorry, kids, can't help ya. [click]
Oh, again?
- What if they scrape the gum off all the desks?
- Mm. I don't know. - I can throw in
some selfie tips.
- Huh... Deal!
- Ha ha ha!
[energetic music]
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- Let's start with the basics.
First, the duck face.
[squawk]
[both grunting]
- Ugghh!
- Now let's try a fun filter.
- Filters?
Oh, I look cute as a puppy!
[boys continue grunting]
- Lastly, a selfie stick gives you the perfect angle.
Here. I made this one out of school supplies.
- Ooh, I look fabulous!
Work it, Galiano!
Everyone's dismissed.
- That was a bizarre detour,
but we can still make it to the match if we hurry.
- Yeah! - Yeah!
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- Whoo!
[woof]
[click-click-click-click]
- We need more hotdogs!
- Aren't we supposed to be somewhere?
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- Yeah! [overlapping chatter]
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- Made it with two minutes to spare!
- Where's the other team?
- Aaah!
Oh! [thud, clattering]
My hair! - Wait a minute.
This is a hair salon!
- Oh! Now it makes sense.
- Hold on a second. Let me check the address.
[gasps] Coach Crawford tricked us!
[school bell rings]
- [inhales] Ah... - Hey, Coach C!
- Pffft! - You gave us a bogus address!
- I bet you were the one
who vandalized the principal's portrait!
- [chortling]
- And put the gum under the desks!
- And flunked my math test!
No, you're right.
That was me.
- I bet that's not even a rule book.
I knew it!
It's a crossword puzzle book!
- And all the answers are wrong.
- Uh... - I see what this
was all about--you weren't gonna give us a team
no matter what we did!
- Uh... you're right.
- Unbelievable! - You need help.
- [twirr] Hang on, I'm not done.
I didn't wanna give you a team because
I thought skater kids were a bunch of noisy slackers.
But what you guys did today proved me wrong.
You got heart. You got grit.
And you got a hotdog, my favorite food!
You can have your team!
- Well, we're not leaving until we have our team!
- Uh, I think he just said we got it.
- He did?
Yes!
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- That's some nice skating, kids.
Some nice coffee, too.
- Aaah!
- Ow...ooh!
Somebody please teach this kid how to stop!
- Yes, please!
[bright band music]
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