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Hey, how ís it going, Frank?

Not so good. I canít seem to get this photon channelerworking.

Well, youíd better figure it out.

- The colonel wants to show the system to the top brass next month.

- I know, I know.

[ Men Shouting ] -[LoudBang]

- What was that ?

- Whatís that sound out there ?

- [ Alarm Blaring ]

It is a break-in!

Erase the access code!

X-Y- --

[ Gasps ] [ Both Groan ] [Alarm Continues Blaring, Stops]

All clear.

Neatly done, Fernlick.

- It is, uh, Fenwick, sir.

- Oh.

- Are they dead ?

- No, sir. Merely unconscious.





Good, good.

You know how I hate violence.





Mmm. Nice shine.





-Uh, what next, sir ?

-Well, obviously, we establish our base.





- And where will that be ?

- The last place on Earth theyíd look.





A place called...

rd Street School.





Last day ofschool sale,

boys and girls.





Getyour celebratory

contraband right here.





Shaving cream, T.P., goofy string,

maps ofthe teachersí houses.





Iíll take one ofthem maps,

Hustler Kid.





Hey, Diggers, letís party.





Canít now. Gotta finish filling up

our holes before the end ofthe day.





Wonít be able to dig íem up nextyear

ifwe donít fill íem now.





[ Spitting ]

Hey ! Big kids bury me !





Oops.





I, King Bob, in my last official

act before entering middle school,





hereby anoint this boy here

King Freddie the Second.





Mayyou boss around

all ofthe kids with fairness.





The king has graduated !

Long live the king !





- [ Cheering ]

- ØØ [ ëëHail to the Chiefí ]





Elbow up !

Eyes forward !





You call that kazoo playing ?





- Ah, ceremony.

- Iím, like, moved, AshleyA.





Saywhatyou want about their

personal lives, Ashley Q





The royals have such style.





Keep íem cominí !

Letís go !





Ms. Finster, the kids are practically

mad with last-day-of-school fever !





Ofcourse they are, Randall.

Theyíre animals living by pure instinct.





Iíve got a list

ofinfractions a mile long:





The Diggers

hit a water main,





- the kindergarteners

are feasting on paste,

- Never mind, Randall.





Hustler Kid is, uh--

Did you say ëënever mindíí ?





Thatís right, Randall. What Iíve

got here is bigger, much bigger.





All this year Iíve been holding

back on the ice cream, hiding it

from all those little savages.





Just look at it, Randall.

Iím counting maybe cases ofit.





What areyou going to do

with all those ice creams ?





Sell íem back to the district,

ofcourse.





Think ofall the chalk

and erasers we can get.





But, Ms. Finster,

Iíve got dirt on everybody.





Well, everybody except

Detweiler and his pals.





Come to think ofit,

I havenít seen those guys anywhere.





Ah, forget about íem, Randall.





Thereís nothing T.J. Detweiler and his

hooligan friends can do to stop me now.





Well, that should do it.

Thereís enough here for everyone.





Good. Then itís party time.





Kids ofthe playground !





I giveyou ice cream !





Pull !





[ Cheering ]





- Ice cream !

- Choco-pops !

- Fudge bars !





Fudgsicle !





My ice cream !





Stop it !

Stop it, I say !





You little monsters

are in trouble now !





-Just waitíll Principal Prickly

finds out about this !

-Attention, students !





- This is Principal Prickly talking.

- Ooh, that was fast.





Some ofyou may have noticed

ice cream on the playground.





I willnotstandforthis. This

ice creamshouldbe eatenimmediately.





Huh ?





[ Cheering ]





In addition, I wantyou all to ignore

Ms. Finster, no matterwhat she says...





about ice cream

or anything else.





- [ Cheering Continues ]

- [ Muttering ] This canít be happening.





Furthermore, I want to inform you

all that I have a fat, saggy butt...





which I like to scratch

every hour on the hour.





Also, I want to apologize

to all ofyou...





for being such a mean principal,

taking away hall passes,

giving guys recess detention,





refusing toacceptsicKnotes

just ícauseitdoesnítlooK

liKeaguyísmomíssignature,





maKingKidsstandat the wall

forten wholeminutes, withnobreaK!





Man, I feel ashamed ofmyselffor all

the terrible, rotten things Iíve done.





And nextyear,

I promise to--





Why, Principal Prickly, sir,

what a surprise.





Why doyou do this to me, Detweiler ?

Doyou enjoy tormenting me ?





- Doyou hate me ?

- On the contrary, sir, I have

the utmost respect foryou.





Donít be smart with me, boy. All year

long youíve been pushing me, testing me.





- I donít know whatyou mean, sir.

- Oh, really ?





How about the timeyou convinced

the F.B.I. I was a Chinese agent

and got me arrested ?





You were giving us a speech on

personal hygiene. You had to be stopped.





How about the time

you forged my signature

and ordered a motorboat for the school ?





It was for the kindergarteners.

Owning a boatís always been

kind ofa dream oftheirs.





Iíve had enough ofyour pranks.

This time Iím really gonna

throw the book atyou.





With all due respect, sir, youíd better

get throwing, ícauseyouíre out oftime.





- Huh ?

- Itís the last day ofschool, sir.





Iíve only got more seconds

offourth grade left. Look.





In some ways, people,

this day is a bummer for me.





But in otherways

itís the ultimate high,





because every milestone thatyou kids

pass is another step towards--





- Uh, Miss Grotke ?

- Yes, Spinelli ?





I donít mean

to interrupt, but--





Oh, yes !

Be my guest.





[ Kids In Unison ]

Six, five, four, three, two, one--





-[BellRings]

- [ Cheering ]





- Whoo !

- Whoo-hoo !





[ Laughing ]

Yeah !





[ Together]

Scandalous !





Callingoutaroundthe world

Areyouready forabrand-newbeat





-Summeríshere

- You eat paste ! You eat paste !





Andthe timeis right

fordanciníin thestreet





-[Stops]

- Hey ! No running in the halls !





Yeah, whatís the big deal ?

Itísjust the end ofthe school year.





[ Together]

The end ofthe school year ?

- Whoo-hoo !





Itdoesnítmatter

whatyou wear





- Whoo-hoo ! [ Laughing ]

-Justas long asyouare there





Girls, what shall we do with

the rest ofthis corn chowder ?





[ Sniffs ] Aw, leave it in the kettle.

Itíll keep till September.





- [ All Laughing ]

- Theyíllbe dancing

Dancing in thestreet





- Theyíre danciníin thestreet

-Dancing in thestreet





Seeyou nextyear,

Principal Prickly.





Youíd better do some

growing up this summer, young man.





[ Sighs ]

I hate myjob.





Thereíllbelaughiní

singiní





Andrecordsplayiní





Danciníin thestreet





Look at those hooligans.





Actually, I think itís a wonderful

expression offreedom andjoy.





Iíll tell you a wonderful expression

offreedom andjoy.





Twelve weeks ofnothing but me at the

West Side GolfCourse, and no Detweiler.





I second that emotion, sir.





Man, Teej,

that prankwas sweet.





Yeah, you shouldíve seen

Finsterís face-- I thought

she was gonna blow a gasket.





Those limesicles were tasty.





A tasty beginning

to a tasty summer.





Twelve weeks ofnothing but

riding bikes, hanging out at the lake...





and T.P.-ing

the West Side GolfCourse.





Summervacation--

the ultimate recess.





Yeah, I canít wait

to get to baseball camp.





Baseball camp ?

What areyou talking about ?





Actually, Teej,

Iím gonna be out oftown too.





Big-time Wrestling Federation

has this training camp,





and I gotta learn some new moves

ifIím ever gonna turn pro.





- But, Spinelli--

- Itís military camp for me.





My dad says I need to

learn to be a leader.





I shall be attending

the Mt. Van Buren Space Camp.





- Donít wanna let those

science geeks get ahead ofme.

- Youíre all going to camp ?





- Not me.

- Thank goodness.





The Young Voices Training Program

doesnít like the word ëëcamp.íí





They provide opportunities for aspiring

singers to train theirvoices...





in a rigorous

yet supportive setting.





But summerís gonna be ruined.





What am I gonna do ? Play baseball

by myself? Watch reruns ? Read ?





Sorry, man, but we gotta

think about our futures.





Yeah, we canít waste the whole summer

Just fooling around like kids.





- But we are kids !

- Actually, as ofthe completion

offourth grade,





we are technically considered

pre-young adults.





And nextyear

we wonít even be ëëpre.íí





But--

[ Sighs ]





All right, letís make the most

ofthe time weíve got left.

When doyou all leave ?





- First thing in the morning.

- Oh, man.





[Chattering]





Well, thereís my bus.





- Better get going.

- Yeah, same here.





Bye, Teej.

Try to have some fun, okay ?





Donít worry, buddy.

Youíll have a great time without us.





I donít know, Vince.

All my plans were made for six.





Donít tell meyou Ashleys

are going to baseball camp.





Eeew !

As if!





Cheerleading camp

is right across the lake. Duh !





I hope itís a big lake.





[Horn HonKs]





Ah, space camp.





Wonder iftheyíll

let us make craters.





Hey, Hustler Kid,

I didnít knowyou wrestled.





I donít.

Iím pre-management.





Besides, my research tells me

that kids who wrestle trade

the most for contraband snacks.





Which reminds me--

Wanna buy a Winger-Dinger ?





All right, all the kindergarten

performers on the bus first.





-[AllShouting]

- Me ViKing !





Me Viking !

Me Viking ! Me Viking !





Bon voyage...





[ Adult Baritone ]

ØT.J. Ø





[Applause]





Big kid sing good.





- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.





Well, Teej,

thereís my transport.





Why donítyou come with ?

Military campís gonna be a blast !





Griswald, you maggot,

getyour fanny over here now !





Thanks, Gus, but I think Iíll

stick it out at home this summer.





Okay, butyou donít know

whatyouíre missing.





- Hiya, Captain Brad !

- I donít likeyou, Griswald.

I am notyour friend !





- Do I make myselfclear ?

- Yes, sir ! Not looking

for friendship, sir !





Good luck, Gus.

Youíre gonna need it.





Man, this summerís

gonna whomp.





Oneis

theloneliestnumber





Thatyouílleverdo





Two canbe

asbadas one





Itís theloneliestnumber

since thenumberone





[ Bird Squawking ]





Nois

thesaddestexperience





YouílleverKnow





Yes, itís

thesaddestexperience





YouílleverKnow





íCause one

is theloneliestnumber





Thatyouílleverdo





Oneis

theloneliestnumber





Whoa-ohh

worse than two





And so, the summer season

officially begins...





with kids all over the country

rushing offto camp.





In other news, the national

No Recess movement...





has hit a serious

stumbling block...





with the disappearance

ofits leader,





former Secretary of Education

Phillium Benedict.





Benedict, fired by the president two years ago for his extremist views, has recently been--


No recess ?

What a bunch of hogwash.





[ Yawns ]

Morning, Mom. Morning, Dad.





Are you just getting up now ?

Geez, you're sleeping away your whole vacation.





Why donítyou go play

with your friends ?





What friends ? The ones

who abandoned me and went to camp ?





Now, T.J., I know there are

other boys around this summer.





Mrs. Ween says Randall is available.

Doyou want me to make a play date ?





- A play date ?

- Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad.





Bye, T-Jerk.





Now, Becky, be nice

toyour little brother.





Heís feeling S-A-D right now.





- I can spell, Mom.

- Well, unlike some kids,

I gotta get to work.





Mr. Walsh says ifI can

master the Vatman





Iíll be assistant manager

by the end ofthe summer,

and you know what that means--





Iíll get to drive

the Floppy Burger truck.





Boy, sheís sure aiming for the stars.



At least sheís not sitting around the house, moping all summer.



Going to a play date with Randall.





Man, I canít believe

I sunk this low.





This is the worst summer ever.





[ Loud Zap ]





- What the heck ?

- [ Loud Zap ]





- That's weird.

- Hey, you!





Get away from that fence !





Hey, Dad, what do they use the school for during the summer ?



They lock it up.

Itís empty. Why ?



Today, when I was riding by, I saw this scary guy and--



Iím sure he wasjust

cleaning up.



I think something weirdís going on

in there-- something really weird.





[ Sighs ]

Mrs. La Salle was right.





We shouldíve sent him to some kind of camp.





:   a.m. Ugly bald guy

still guarding school.





[Horn HonKs]





Staging area one.





- Give me a hand with this.

- Got it.





:  -and-a-halfa.m.

Grownups wrong. Schoolís not empty.





[LoudZap]





:   and three quarters.

Green glow in window again.





I'm going in for a closer look.





[ Loud Zap ]





Allright, go ahead and elevateit.





[ Gasps ]





Mom ! Mom !





- [ Groans ]

- T.J. ! Are you all right ?


Those guys at the school, they're doing some kind of evil experiment !


That bonk on the head must've rattled your little brain.




- But, Mom--

- You're feverish. You wait right here. I'll go get the baby thermometer and the petroleum jelly.


Uh, Dad, Dad ! Dad !

- What is it, boy ?


Those evil bad guys have a laser beam and they're lifting this safe--


T.J., did you run into the sliding glass door again ?


No, but-- Yeah, but--

Gaaah !


Come back ! Your mom's gonna want to take your temperature !





Okay, kid, we got it all in the report.





Weíll take care of

those mad scientists.





[ Chuckles ] Yeah, no oneís gonna

levitate any safe on mywatch.





Ooh, look, Artie,

somebodyís levitating my doughnut...





with a laser beam !





-[Laughing Continues]

- Gohome, Kid!Gohome!





Laugh at me, will ya ?





- Iím gonna be a taxpayer someday !

-[Man] Haveagoodround.





Principal Prickly !





Wait !





Yeah, you guys

did it right.





Psychology, law, waste management--

good, solid careers.





Me, Iím stuckwith a bunch

ofpain-in-the-neck kids all year.





- Pete, areyou gonna putt

or grouse all day ?

- Okay, okay, here goes.





-[TJ.]PrincipalPricKly!

- Ohh !





You gotta come quick !

Itís an emergency !





Well, well, well, ifit isnít

Mr. Ice Cream For Everyone.





- This is that kid

I was telling you about.

- The ëësaggy buttíí kid ?





- Hey, hey, whatever happened to

doctor-patient confidentiality ?

- Sorry.





Something weirdís

going on in the school.

I saw these mad scientists and--





Yeah, yeah, very funny.

Iím not falling for another one

ofyour so-calledjokes.





- How dumb doyou think I am ?

- Itís not ajoke, sir.





They have this laser beam, and--





Aw, please, Principal Prickly, you gotta

believe me ! The schoolís in danger !





Give me a break,

Detweiler.





Come on.

Go with the kid, Pete.





- This isnít the kind ofissue

you should be avoiding.

- [ All Laughing ]





All right, Detweiler,

letís get this overwith.





Looks fine to me.

Now can I go back to my golfgame ?





Just wait till you get inside.

Youíll see.





Oh, the things I do

foryou kids.





Sometimes I thinkyou were

put on this Earthjust to--





- Aaah !

- Aaah !





Aaah !





[ Panting ]

   :   a.m.





Principal Prickly

dematerialized...





in a horrifying field

ofelectricity.





The cops wonít listen.

Mom and Dad wonít listen.





I gotta get the guys together.

Itís the onlyway.





Like, I am so through

with him, Melissa.





He asked me ifI spoke French,

then winked at me.





Becky, you gotta help me !

I need a ride up to Chesterville !





Areyou kidding ? Iím not doing anything

foryou, you little dork.





ëëOh, how I dream ofthe mustache fuzz

onJimmyís sweaty lips...





glistening as he cooks in the light

ofa dozen hamburger heat lamps.íí





- Hey, thatís my diary ! Give me that !

- Ah-ah-ah. Iíve got copies.





Eitheryou give me a ride,

or this baby hits the Internet.





Getyourmotorrunniní





Headouton thehighway





ThanKs fordrivingme, BecKy.





Youíre thesweetestbigsister

aKidcouldasK for.





Andyouare theannoyingpetmonKey

I wish Inevergot!





Hey, I trytoKeep things

interesting.





Nextreststop, pullin.

Igotta taKe care ofbusiness.





Get that front leg up,

Biggles.





You call that a pitch,

Hornsby ?





Come on, La Salle !

Throw it, donít aim it !





I know, I know !





Man, I can pitchjust fine

when Iím with my friends.





Psst! Psst!





- T.J., what areyou doing here ?

- You gotta come back to town.

Itís an emergency.





What ? I canítjust leave.





Something weird

is going on at school.





- Principal Prickly got dematerialized.

- Dematerialized ?





- T.J., youíre crazy.

- Am I ?





Mt. Van Buren ? Thatís miles away.

Iím not taking you there.





ëëDear Diary,

I dreamed ofJimmy again.





He was rocking me so gently,





-just like he rocks the grease off

a basket ofhot and steamy onion rings.íí

- [ Moans ]





- Whoa ! Let me look at that.

-Jerks.





Hey, you kids ! Get away from

that fake Martian landscape !





- Miss Director ! Miss Director !

- What is it now, Gretchen ?





Iíve been studying the moon with the

  -inch telescope at the observatory,





and Iíve detected some peculiar

eccentricities in its orbit.





Gretchen, maybeyou should try out one

ofthese neat antigravity harnesses.





The other kids love íem,





and look, you can even do back flips,

Just like real astronauts.





But--





[ Sighs ]

Why do I bother ?





Becauseyouíre driven

by a passionate desire for knowledge ?





T.J. ? Vince ?

What areyou guys doing here ?





Youíre not gonna

believe this, but--





- Dematerialized ?

-Just like out ofStar TreK.





Fascinating.





Ø Mi, mi, mi, mi, mi Ø





- Ø Mi, mi, mi, mi, mi Ø

- Ø Mi, mi, mi, mi, mi Ø





Ø Mi, mi, mi, mi-- Ø

[ Whispering ]





Me ?





Look out, marshals !

Here comes the flying press !





[ Grunts ]





Youareapathetic excuse

forasoldier, Griswald!





You will never be a leader !

Now, stand at attention until I return !





And do not move a muscle !

Doyou hear me ? Not a muscle !





- Thanks a lot, sis.

- You owe me gas money.





- Okay, Teej, whatís this

big secret plot ofyours ?

- Follow me.





Look at that.





Letís get moviní out.





- Who are those guys ?

- Perhaps theyíre government agents.





- Or gangsters.

- Or aliens.





Aliens ?

They donít look like aliens.





Well, maybe theyíre in disguise.





Yeah, ifyou were an alien,

you wouldnítjust walk around

in your lizard skin all day.





Hmm. Good point.





Whoever they are, we need

to take a closer look.





- Weíll get the rest later.

- Right. Iíll close it up.





Hurry.





Man, this thing weighs a ton.





Thatís ícause itís full

ofmoon rocks and alien eggs.





Hey, itísjust

a bunch ofpaper.





Weather maps ? Test scores ?

Some stuffwritten in Swedish ?





- Actually, thatís Norwegian.

- Whatever. Itís all

Just dumb school stuff.





You got me out ofbaseball camp to watch

some guys restock the supply room ?





No ! Somethingís going on

in the school ! I swear !





Teej, I think you cooked

this whole thing upjust ícause

you wanted us back from camp.





- What ?

- Hey, we understand.





It must be pretty boring around here

all summer byyourself.





Your mind simply created an adventure

because it needed some excitement.





No, it really happened.

I saw Prickly disappear.





Well, if Prickly disappeared,





then whoís that ?





- Come on, guys. Letís get back to camp.

- Yeah.





Seeya in a few weeks, Teej.





No, wait !

You guys gotta believe me !





- Iím not making it up ! I-- I--

-[MetalClanKing]





- Aye-yi-yi, yi-yi.

- [ All Gasp ]





Whoa !

Whatís happening ?





[ Sputtering ]





Okay, that right there ?

That was messed up.





[TJ. ]

MiKey ?





Mikey, you okay ?





W-Where am I ?





Youíre in T.J.ís backyard, man.





Howíd you guys

get me here ?





Hey, this is kinda comfy.





Yeah, yeah. Get out ofthere,

you big lummox.





Okay, Teej, you were right. Something

weird is going on in the school.





- And Prickly must be in on it.

- I saywe go to the police.





I alreadywent to the police.

I went to everyone. Nobodyíll listen.





- What we need is proof.

- Proof? How are we gonna get proof?





- I got a plan. A stakeout.

- A stakeout ?





We can stay up in my tree house

and watch the school every night

until something happens.





- Like one ofthem TV cop shows.

- Sure.





The next time those laser guys make

a move, weíll catch íem red-handed.





We can take pictures

with my night-vision digital cam.





Then we call in the feds

and, bang, we got íem.





Onlyoneproblem--

Whataboutcamp ?





Oh, yeah. Ifmy dad finds out

Iíve gone AWOL, heíll throw me

in the brig till September.





Not to worry. Iíll get Becky to drive

you back to camp in the morning.





Then at night weíll pickyou up again.

Campers by day, spies by night.





But what ifthe camp counselors

notice weíre not there ?





Leave that to me.





- Call foryou, sir.

- Give me that.





- Captain Brad here.

- Bradley. This is Colonel OíMalley.





- Colonel OíMalley ?

- Your commanding officer !





Oh ! Yes, sir !

Sorry, sir !





Ihearyouívegotasoldiertherenamed

Griswald. Goodman. One ofthebest.





- H-He is ?

- You heard me ! Heís officer material.





Iíve had my eyes on him

foryears.





Now, pay attention, Bradley. Iíve got

Griswald on special assignment tonight.





- When he gets back to camp,

act like nothingís happened.

- Yes, sir !





And youíd better start making his bed

and spit-shining his shoes as well.





Thatís all for now.

Carry on.





Okay, Spinelli, youíre next.





Ø Someoneís wrestling

My Lord Ø





Ø Kumbayah Ø





Ø Heads are smashing

My Lord Ø





-[Phone Rings]

- Ø Kumbayah Ø





Speak to me.





- Ø Bones are cracking, My Lord Ø

- Yeah ? Yeah ?





- Iíll cover foryou, Spinelli,

but itís gonna costyou.

- Ø Kumbayah ØØ





Oh, like, that is such the wrong

color forVince. Put the blue one on.





AshleyA, you totally

know how to accessorize.





[ Boys Snoring ]





[ Whispering, Muttering ]





Infrared night vision,

  -to-  zoom.





I gotta hand it toyou, Gretch. You can

see the whole school with this thing.





You can make lots ofhandy devices out

ofthe spare parts in a familyís garage.





I once fashioned

a particle accelerator...





out ofa broken hair dryer

and a four-slice toaster oven.





ëëTonight, the magical moment

arrived.





We met behind the drive-thru menu

and kissed passionately...





as the sound ofthe deep fat fryer

faded into the night.íí





Man, I wish I had

an older sister.





Laugh ifyou will.

I think itís beautiful.





Sorry Iím late, guys, but I had to

wait till my mom and dad fell asleep...





before I could sneak out

with... the goodies.





Roast beefand mashed potatoes !

My favorite !





Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.





- I also managed to swipe this.

- Rocky Road ! My other favorite !





Hey, give me

some ofthat.





Excuse me, but arenít we supposed

to eat dinner before dessert ?





Good one, Gretch.





You were right, Teej.

This is the life.





Hanging out with friends,

eating ice cream, spying on bad guys.





Itís the ultimate

kid experience.





Too bad these days are numbered.





Yeah, this is probably

the last summer...





weíll get to do stufflike this.





Kinda whomps, huh ?





Hey, remember that summer

after second grade...





when we went down to the pond

every day to catch minnows ?





Or how about that summerwe all

carved our initials in that tree

in the Wilsonsí backyard ?





And Spinelli

spelled hers wrong.





Hey, I was seven.

And Sís are tricky.





[GusSobbing]





Whatís your problem ? This is

the first summeryouíve lived here.





I know, and Iíll never

have any ofthose memories.





[ Whimpering ]





Know what Iíll never forget ?





That song

T.J.ís sister taught us...





the first summer

after kindergarten.





Oh, yeah.

Backwhen she was nice.





- Howíd it go again ?

- [ Inhales Deeply]





[ Adult Baritone ]

ØJohnJacob Ø





ØJingleheimer Schmidt Ø





Ø His name is my name too Ø





[ All ]

ØWhenever I go out Ø





ØThe people always shout Ø





ØThere goesJohnJacob

Jingleheimer Schmidt Ø





[ Tempo Quickens ]

Ø Na-Na-Na-Na, Na-Na-Na Ø





ØJohnJacob

Jingleheimer Schmidt Ø





Ø His name

is my name too Ø





ØWhenever I go out

the people always shout Ø





ØThere goesJohnJacob

Jingleheimer Schmidt Ø





Ø Na-Na-Na-Na

Na-Na-Na Ø





[ Whispering ]

ØJohnJacobJingleheimer Schmidt Ø





Ø His name

is my name too Ø





ØWhenever I go out Ø





Thepeoplealwaysshout





TheregoesJohnJacob

JingleheimerSchmidt





[Fades]

Na-Na-Na-Na, Na-Na-Na





[ Loud Zapping ]





Well, here we are, sir. But itís

Just an old principalís office.





Why is it so important ?





Because, my academically

challenged young friend,





it used to be mine.





  :   a.m.





Gang back at camp.

Iím goiní in alone.





[Man]

Man, oh, man.





Iíveheardofsimple assignments,

but this one taKes the caKe.





Yuck.





Hey.





  :   a.m. I found

what appear to be...





Principal Pricklyís golfpants ?





Factis, youíregettiní

realgoodat thisstuff.





Yeah, youíre a regular

Robert De Niro.





Hey, Iím a man

ofmany talents.





- Principal Prickly ?

- But wasnít Mrs. Prickly suspicious ?





You kiddiní ? It was like

taking candy from a baby.





[Laughing Continues]





Double-knit polyester.

These are Pricklyís all right.





But whywould the bald guywanna pretend

to be Principal Prickly ?





And whereís the real

Principal Prickly anyway ?





Wait a minute.

Thereís something in here.





ëëHelp me ?íí





It sounds like a desperate cry

for help.





- Then Principal Prickly

must still be in the school.

- Being held captive !





You know what that means,

donítyou, guys ?





We gotta go in there

and save him.





- Bikes ?

- Check.

- Walkie-talkie ?





- Check.

- Rope with pointy thing ?

- Check.





Good. Then letís go.





I still say this is nuts.





Breaking out ofthe school

I understand, but breaking in ?





Oh, boy !

Ms. Finsterís gonna love this.





[Whistling]





[Groans]





[ Grunting ]





-[DoorbellRings]

- Dang.





Ten more minutes, and the pizza

wouldíve been free.





[ Sighs ]

Itís : at night, Randall.





- What doyou want ?

- Itís about T.J. Detweiler.





Randall, Iím offduty until Labor Day.

Heís someone elseís problem now.





But heís got all his friends

together, and theyíre planning

to break into the school !





A break-in, eh ?





Not if Muriel P. Finster

has anything to say about it.





- Told you, Ms. Finster.

- [ Chuckles ]





I wonder ifI can get íem

tried as adults. Come on.





Hold the rope, boy.





-[Rope CreaKing]

- Uh-oh.





-[Snap]

- Aaaah !





-[Thud]

-[Groans]





[ Muffled ] Ms. Finster,

could you please get offofme ?





[Gretchen]

My, this issomewhatcreepy.





Yeah. Iíve never been

in a empty school at night before.





Heck, Iíll bet no kid has.





I wonderwhere the aliens went.





They probably go back

to the mother ship at night.





Quick. In here.





[Footsteps Passing]





Hey, this is

our old room.





I hope somebodyís

feeding the gerbil.





-[Man TalKing, Echoing]

- Shh ! I hear something !





I want this system worKingnow.

Doyouhearme ? Now!





Weíre doingourbest, sir. Weívejust

run intoa fewtechnicaldifficulties.





Itís coming from up there.





- LiKe what ?

- I thinK whatDr. Lazenby

is trying tosay--





Oh, IKnow whatheís trying

tosay. Heís trying to--





- What areyou doing ?

- Finding out whatís what.





[Men Continue TalKing]





Bingo.





[ Grunting ]





Iím stuck.

[ Continues Grunting ]





Curse these

bodacious hips ofmine.





Randall, run back to my place

and get the butter.





- Doyouhaveanyidea who

youíre talKing to, Laramie ?

- Itís Lazenby--





Thatphoton channeler

isapiece ofequipment,

liKea carburetorinyour car!





Youíresupposedtobe

abrilliant thinKer.





DoyouKnow whatbrilliant thinKers

aresupposedto do ?





Theyíre supposed to think !





Whoa, what is

all this stuff ?





Well, against the farwall is what

looks to be a plutonium turbine.





Closerahead, youíllobserve

aglobalelectrode.





Toyourrightis

thelaserdevice wesawearlier,





andofcourse, thatglowingorb--

an electronpulsegenerator.





- The nerve center ofthe system.

- Shh ! The bad guys are talking.





- But, Dr. Benedict, please--

- No, let me make this

clear toyou, Lazenby.





We have a thing called

a window ofopportunity.





Ifwe miss the window ofopportunity,

then the project fails.





And ifthe project fails,





then I get very,

very... angry !





Th-Theymayhave

apoint, sir.





It seems the logistical problems

are a bit more complicated

than Dr. Steinheimer thought.





Yes, it would be a lot easier

ifwe could move the laser

to a more appropriate location.





This operation will be

executed as planned from right here !





Have I made myselfclear ?





- But, sir--

- No buts !





It started at rd Street.

It is going to end at rd Street.





Dr. Benedict,

weíre ready for the test.





Coming.





[Scientist]

Levelsaregood.





- Ready ?

- Iíve been ready for decades.





-Just do it.

- Yes, sir.





Initiate photon channeling.





Photon channeling initiated.





Set magnification

coordinates . .





Coordinates set.





Engage tractor beam now.





[ Continues Grunting ]





[LoudZapping]





What are those kids

up to in there ?





[ All Gasp ]





A little more.

A little more.





- Heís shooting at the moon.

- I told you theywerenít aliens.





[ Beam Sputtering ]





-[Turbine WindingDown]

- Dr. Rosenthal,

why did the beam suddenly--





Oh, whatís the technical

word for it ? Stop ?





W-Well, uh, as I believe

you were told before--





ëëTold beforeíí ?

[ Chuckles ]





Doyou think I care what I was told

before ? Iíll do better next time.





ëëNext time.íí

Isnít that cute.





Rosenthal,

let me askyou something.





Sayyou were a teacher--





or even better, say,

the principal ofa school--





and you had to deal with a naughty child

who didnít know his place,





who kept telling you over and over

that heíd do better ëënext time.íí





But he never did.

What would you do ?





Oh, no. N-Not detention.

Not detention !





- Take him away !

- No, please ! I can fix it !





Donít do this to me-e-e !





All right, whoís

second-in-command ?





- Uh, I am, sir.

- Well, good. Nowyouíre in charge.





And ifI wereyou, Iíd make sure

I had this machine working at

full power by tomorrow morning.





- Do I make myselfclear ?

- Y-Yes, sir.





Oh, dear,

I got spittle on my lapel.





Mmm.





-[Vince] Wegottagetoutofhere.

- Uh-oh.





- What is it ?

- I got that feeling.





- Hold it in, big guy. Hold it in !

- I canít !





[ Loud Burp, Echoing ]





What was that ?





Someone had better

say ëëexcuse me.íí





[ All ]

Whoa !





Fenwick, who let children

into the school ?





U-Uh, n-not me, sir.





- Well, get them !

- Run !





- [ Men Shouting ]

- There they are !





- [ All Gasp ]

- Huh ?





Get offour planet,

alien scum !





[ Groans ]





Over there !





- Get íem ! Get íem !

- Come back here !





Huh ? Whoa !





[ Grunts ]





- Hyah !

- Ninjas !





- Hyah !

- Get íem !





Ninjas ! Whyíd they

have to be ninjas ?





[ All Shouting ]





This way ! Hurry !





- Go ! Go ! Letís go ! Hurry up !

- Go ! Go ! Hurry up !





- Nowyou !

- But, Teej--

- Go !





- Haaah !

- [ Gasps ]





Saveyourselves !





- T.J. ! T.J. !

- It wonít budge !





[ Shouting Continues ]





[ Grunts ]





What theJ.P. Morgan

is going on around here ?





Let me go.

Let me go !





Iím warning you !

Iím a black belt in origami !





Well, well, well,

ifitainít thelittlesnoop.





- What ? I ainít no snoop.

- [ Tape Rewinding ]





[ T.J. On Tape ] : a.m.

Ugly bald guy still guarding school.





Heh-heh. Oops.





Letís go, snoop.

Youíre in big trouble now.





Ow ! Ow ! Watch thejacket !

Itís cotton !





[MuffledShouting]





Principal Prickly !

Youíre alive !





- Oww ! Would you be careful !

- Boy, am I glad to seeyou.





You wonít believe what these

guys are doing. Theyíve got

this big laser gun and--





- Whoa, who tookyour pants ?

- Never mind, Detweiler.Just untie me.





- These knots are tight.

- Ofcourse.





Iíve been pulling at them

for the last day and a half.

Theyíve chaffed mywrist.





- Donít worry, sir.

My palsíll get us out ofhere.

- What makes you so sure ?





You donít know my friends.

Theyíll get help. Youíll see.





Soyouíre saying youjust escaped

from a troop ofninja warriors ?





- Thatís right !

- And they got a giant laser gun

in the school auditorium ?





- Precisely !

- Which is aimed at the moon ?





Thank heavens you understand !





[ Grunts ]

Iíve almost got it.





Careful, Detweiler.

Thatís my putting hand.





[DoorLocK UnlocKing]





Hello, Pete.

Remember me ?





Well, well, ifit isnít

Phillium Benedict.





- I shouldíve known

youíd be the one behind this.

- You know this guy ?





Ah, Pete and I

are old pals.





Although the last time

we saw each other, Pete

was the one ruining my life.





By the way, Pete, you like this suit ?

Itís Italian. Raw silk. Nice, huh ?





You always were more concerned

about appearances than people, Phil.





Oh, Pete, come on.

Thereís no need to be rude.





Not after I instructed my men

to take such special care ofyou.





Special care ?

Thatís whatyou call gagging me,

tying me up and taking away my pants ?





Had to. Otherwise, you might run offand

betray me, likeyou did the last time.





But, hey,

look at the bright side.





At leastyouíve got company now.





Let the boy go.

He canít do anything toyou.





[ Sighs ]

Same old noble Pete.





- Always standing up

for the rights ofchildren.

- You ?





But, unfortunately,

I canít let anybody go right now.





You see, this experimental, um,

night school that Iím running

is kind ofa secret.





Iím trying to show that my...

[ Chuckles ] adult students

can be trained...





to be capable and productive

members ofsociety.





Well, ifyouírejust

running a night school,





then whatís that giant laser gun

doing in the auditorium ?





What a rude and badly dressed

little boyyou are.





You should teach your pupils a little

respect for their superiors, Pete.





But that would mean thatyouíd

have to know how to teach them

anything at all, wouldnít it ?





Geez, how doyou

know thatjerk ?





We went through

teacher training together.





- You mean--

- Thatís right, Detweiler.





That man is a rogue teacher.





[PricKly]

It wasbacK in thespringofí .





A differentage.

We wereallyoung, idealistic

andreadyto change the world.





[ Chattering ]





[RocK]





Oh ! Ha ha ha.

Peace, Peter.





Hey, Muriel, had a groovy time

at the Dead concert last night.





You gonna be at the teach-in Saturday ?

Weíre gonna paint myVolkswagen.





- Wouldnít miss it for the world.

- Groovy.





Yes, weall thought

we wereprettycool.





- Butoneguy was the coolestofusall.

-[VehicleApproaching]





Phillium Benedict

was mybestfriend.





He wassmart,

he washandsome.





Hehadjustbeennamedprincipal

of rdStreetSchool.





[ All Giggling ]





So, Phillium, howís it feel

being theyoungest principal

in the history ofthe state ?





Copacetic, baby.





I mean, you know what they say:

Young is in, man, and old is out.





Way out.





Doyou like the American flag

helmet, Pete ? It does go

with the leatherjacket, right ?





You are one groovy educator, Phil.





Cool. Follow me, my man.





I wanna showyou

my new principalís pad.





Whoa !





Psychedelic principalia.





Pull up a bag, bro.

I wanna rap.





- Lay it on me, man.

- You see, Pete, I been thinkiní.





Weíre a new generation

ofteachers, right ?





Itís time we shook things up

a little.





I hearyou, brother.

In fact, dig this.





I was meditating to that new

Ravi Shankar album last night...





when I got

this righteous notion--





What ifwe hold all our classes outside,

on the playground ?





Imagine-- school, recess.

No boundaries.





Hey, baby, thatís a hip idea,

but I got a better thought here.





As my first official act

as principal,





Iíve decided...

to get rid ofrecess.





What ? No recess ?





But, Phil, for a kid,

recess is like a major play-in.





Itís the one time ofday

they have any freedom.





[ Sighs ]

Look, Pete,





the í s are over.





All that peace and love

and freedom stuff, it was great

for pickiní up chicks,





but itís not gonna

help my career.





To do that, I gotta

make test scores go up,





and to make test scores go up, I gotta

keep kids in class where they belong.





Thatís why, starting tomorrow,

I am tuning out recess...





once and for all.





[PricKly]

Needless tosay,





Phillium ísplan

didnítgo overall that well.





[ Shouting ]





- [ Protester] What do we want ?

- [ Crowd ] Recess !





- When do we want it ?

- Now !





- What do we want ? When do we want it ?

- Recess ! Now !





Be cool, people, be cool.

Youíre bumming my mellowness.





Weíll be cool when you give our kids

their recess back.





Hey, baby,

Iíll do what I want.





Iím principal ofthe school, and thereís

nothing anyone can do about it. Dig ?





[ Shouting Continues ]





[Man]

Itísnotright!





- People, people, please calm down.

- [ Shouting Stops ]





Mr. Prickly here has informed me

ofthis ëëno recessíí proposal.





Let me assureyou that

as long as Iím superintendent,





this radical plan will never

be carried out in this district.





- [ Cheering ]

- Hey, man, youjust donít get it !





Ofcourse I do, Benedict.





- Thatís why Iím replacing you.

- What ?





- Prickly, from now on,

you will be principal.

- Who, me ?





Oh, I see whatís going down here.





You tricked me, went around my back

to the man to get myjob !





- No, Phil, itís not like that at all.

- Yeah, right !





Come on, Muriel baby,

letís blow this scene.





No, Phil, itís over. I could never

be with a man who doesnít love recess.





Soyouíre against me too.





Well, fine. I donít need you.

I donít need anyone !





- Aaah !

- Phil ! You okay, man ?





Donít touch me !





You took my chick.





You took myjob.





Well, enjoy it whileyou can,

Petey boy,





ícauseyouíre gonna pay.





Somehow, someway,





youíre gonna pay.





IneversawPhillium again.





He quit teaching,

went into politics,





eventually became

secretary ofeducation--





until the president fired him for

trying to get rid ofrecess again.





Only this time

it was nationwide.





So that guyís some weirdo ex-teacher

who wants to get rid ofrecess ?





- Mm-hmm.

- Okay.





Now itís personal.





Letís see-- weather maps,

some stuffin Norwegian,





a FarmerísAlmanac.





Must be something in here thatíll

explain what that Dr. Benedict is doing.





Iíll tell you one thing

heís not doing--





having lunch tomorrow at :

with his little girlfriend.





Spinelli, thatís the manís

personal date book.





Well, itís mine now,





and I guess Miss Luna Pergum is gonna

be at the restaurant all by herself.





- Who did you say ?

- The girl whose name

is in here-- Luna Pergum.





Must be some Italian chick.





Lunaeperigeum.

Ofcourse !





- What areyou talking about ?

- Donítyou understand ?





Lunaeperigeum is no lady.

Itís an event. Look.





Once a month, the moon reaches the point

where itís closest to the Earth--





lunar perigee, which in this case

happens to be : tomorrow afternoon.





Maybe thatís when that doctor

guy is gonna shoot his laser

at the moon and blow it up.





Close guess,

but I have another theory.





When I was up at space camp,

I observed some abnormalities

in the moonís position.





I couldnít figure out what was

causing it, but now it all makes sense.





Dr. Benedictís device is not a

laser beam at all. Itís a tractor beam !





You mean heís gonna plow the moonís

surface ? Whateverwill he plant ?





Not a tractor, you goombah.

A tractor beam.





Like from

a science fiction movie.





Precisely.





Theoretically,

ifa powerful tractor beam...





were shot at the moon

exactly at lunar perigee,





it could move the moon

into another orbit.





Move the moon ? But why

would anybodywant to do that ?





Who knows, Vince ?

Who knows ?





[Banging On Metal]





Here we are, sir.





I canít believeyou have been

creeping around in these vents.

Theyíre school property.





Dang ! The lineís dead.





Hey, what did you do

with the walkie-talkie

you confiscated from me last week ?





Top drawer, on the right.

Just lookwhat Philís done to my office.





I had it all nice and clean

for the summer.





Packs ofgum, yo-yos,

my old baseball--





Hey, Iíve been looking

for this.





Here it is--

mywalkie-talkie.





Now all I gotta do is

contact the guys and--





- Oh, no.

- What is it, Detweiler ?





I told íem

that guywas a nut.





[ T.J. ] Hello !

Hello ! Is anybody there ?





Itís T.J. !

T.J., buddy, youíre okay ?





- Yeah, Iím fine,

and so is Principal Prickly.

- Principal Prickly ?





I donít have time to explain,

but I thinkweíve figured out

what Benedict is up to.





Heís trying to get rid

ofsummervacation !





No !





Guys, donít freak out on me !

I got a plan ! All we do is--





Heh-heh. Why, Mr. Bald Guy,

what a surprise.





T.J. ! T.J. !





- Itís dead !

- They mustíve got him !





What are we gonna do ?





Thereís only

one thing we can do:





we gotta get help.





[ Becky] Bow-wow ! Welcome to Floppy

Burger. May I takeyour order, please ?





- Becky, this is Vince.

- [ Becky] What areyou doing here ?





Itís notjust Vince, itís me,

Gretchen, everybody. We got a problem !





I got a problem too-- six dweeby

ten-year-olds who wonít leave me

alone, even when Iím at work.





I am a professional ! So whatever

your little problem is, forget it !





- But itís about T.J .

- Heís in trouble,

and he needs your help.





[ Becky ]

Well, isnít that nice ?





After stealing my diary, threatening

to put it on the Internet...





and making me drive across the

state three times, he needs my help ?





Give me one good reason

why I should help him.





íCause heís your little brother,

and he needs you.





Please pull forward to

the second drive-thru window.





A confiscated

walkie-talkie.





Why doyou do these things ? Doyou

enjoy tormenting me ? Doyou hate me ?





I donít hateyou, Phil.

I just thinkyouíre insane.





[ Chuckles ]

Insane.





Well, there you go again, Pete.





Insulting me, hurting my feelings,

Just like years ago.





Only this time, Petey,

Iím ready.





You see, all thoseyears, no matter

how big I got, no matter how successful,





I always thought aboutyou.





How you embarrassed me !

How you humiliated me !





How you destroyed my relationship

with Muriel Finster,





the only woman I ever loved !





- That part still grosses me out, sir.

- Shh.





This time, Pete,

Iím gonna humiliateyou.





Iím gonna prove to the world that you were wrong and I was right.





- About what ?

- About recess !





About freedom !

About test scores !





Iíve found a way

to prove my theory.





Iím gonna get rid of the biggest recess ofthem all.





I am gonna get rid

ofsummervacation.





- You fiend !

- ëëFiend.íí Try to help people,

thatís the thanks you get.





- Itíll neverwork, Phil.

- Well, actually, Pete,

thatís whereyouíre wrong.





You see, all I have to do is modify

the moonís orbit ever so slightly,





and tide levels on the Eastern Seaboard

rise eight feet.





Move the moon over here, and the currents that warm California suddenly become ice-cold.





Summer, as we know it, will become a thing ofthe past.





And without summer,





- [ Both Gasp ]

- no summervacation.





- Youíll never get away

with this, Benedict.

- Oh, yeah ?





Well, whoís gonna stop me ?





Wow, I canít believe

my little brother...





actually stumbled on

a real, live evil conspiracy.





- Thatís ourTheodore.

- You should see the crates of soda they left back there.



And boxes of mustard and ketchup too.



Mmm, tomato-ey.





Hey, thatís stuffs the property of

Floppy Burger International.





Quit your gabbiní and step on it.

We need reinforcements.





[Cheering, Shouting]





[Cheering, Shouting]





[Finster] I'm telling you, a troop of ninja warriors...





is using rdStreetSchoolas

asecretjujitsu trainingground.





- Ninja warriors. Elementary school.

- [ Snickering ]





Jujitsu training ground ?





Hey, lady, arenítyou forgetting

the magic laser beam ?





- I'm serious !

- So are we.





Hey, I got an idea-- Why donítyou

go home, get some rest...





and weíll make a personal call

toJackie Chan.





Yeah, heís the perfect man

for ajob like this.





Iím telling ya, something is

going on in that school !





Help ! Help !

Somebody get us outta here !





- Calm down, Detweiler.

- Calm down ?





Weíre locked in a giant birdcage

while a madmanís trying to

destroy summervacation,





and you want me

to calm down ?





- I understand, but I--

- How can you understand ?

Youírejust a grownup.





What do you know about summer vacation ?





Iíll letyou in on

a little secret, Detweiler.





Every adultyouíve ever known

was a kid some time in his life.





You think we don't remember summer vacation ?





Riding bikes by the creek ?

Catching polliwogs in a jar ?

Camping out under the stars ?





Well, you're wrong.





Some days I sit in my office, looking out at you kids on the playground,





and I think, ëëThey donít know

how good theyíve got it.





In a few years, theyíre all going to be grownups, like me,





and all those good times will

Just be memories for them too.íí





So go ahead, put a whoopee cushion in my

chair, cover my carpet with fake vomit,





make fun of

my big, saggy butt.





But donítyou ever say I donít care

about summervacation,





ícause those memories are the last

part ofchildhood Iíve got left.





Principal Prickly,

I had no idea.





Yeah, well, nowyou do.





- So letís stop messing around.

- How did you get those keys ?





Swiped íem off Philliumís desk

when he wasnít looking.





Now come on.

Weíve got a summervacation to save.





[ All Chattering ]





People ! People !

Just quiet down for a moment !





Oh, man, nobodyís listening.





Theyíll listen to me, once I introduce

them to my good friend Madam Fist.





Come on, Spinelli.

Thatís your answer for everything.





I donít seeyou coming up

with any great ideas, sports boy.





Listen to the two ofyou.

Youíre not helping at all.





[ All Arguing ]





[Gus]

Quiet!





What we need is a leader.





A kid with

the right training.





A kid who knows strategy

and field tactics.





A kid who commands respect.





Yeah, but where we gonna

find a kid like that ?





Leave that to me.





- [ Chattering Continues ]

-[Gretchen Whistles]





Please !

We have to get organized.





Ah, whatís the use ?





Ifwhatyou say is true,





all the fun ofbeing a kid

is, like, totally ruined anyway.





- Itís like the whole worldís

been turned right side up.

- [ All Agreeing ]





Not necessarily. All we have to do is

work together and come up with a plan.





- Detweilerís the one who always

comes up with the plans.

- Letís face it-- weíre doomed.





- [ All Agreeing ]

-[Spinelli] Thatís what you thinK!





Kids ofthe playground, meet

your new commanding officer.





Griswald ? He couldnít

lead a glee club.





You find that funny,

Bradley ?





Well, Iím not here to makejokes !

Iím here to make history !





So ifyou wanna laugh,

take it somewhere else.





But ifyou wanna save the world, then

suck in your gut and stand at attention.





Now whoís with me ?





[Kazoos Playing

ëëRiverKwaiMarchíí]





[ Screams ]

Soda bomb ! Soda bomb !





[Gus] Vince, youandtheAshleys

willbein charge ofunit ëA. íí





Iíll take unit ëëB.íí

Spinelli, you get the special forces.





- Special forces ?

- The kindergartners.





- I oweyou for this, Griswald.

- Now thereís one last thing

I need to say.





- [ Talking Ceases ]

- This mission is bigger than

any one ofus kids.





Bigger than T.J .

Even bigger than Principal Prickly.





This, my friends,

is about the future.





- Geez, he sounds like T.J .

- Shh. Heís on a roll.





Years from now when kids who arenít

even born yet look back on this moment,





theyíll say,

ëëThey did it.





Those kids saved

rd Street School.





They saved summervacation.íí





So, boys and girls,





weíre goiní in.





- Twenty-two minutes to perigee, sir.

- Very good, Fenwick.





[Men Chattering Indistinctly]





- Hello, boys.

- Hey !





[Men Groaning]





[Punches Landing]





- Where now ?

- The auditorium.





Check.





[ Inhales ]

Nessun dorma





[ All ]

Huh ?





Nessun dorma





[Man]

Is thataKid ?





- Ø Ma il mio mistero e chiuso in me Ø

- Hey, kid, get out ofhere !





Aah. Anderson, get rid

ofthat kid, will ya ?





Ilnomemio

nessunsapra





-[AndersonScreaming]

-No, no





- Smithson, Underhill.

- Sir.





Sulla tuaboca





-[MenScreaming]

-Lo diro





- Ø Quando la luce ØØ

- Hanklin, Morrissey,

Goodman, get over here !





- Yes, sir.

- Right away, sir. On the double.





Weíll take care ofhim.

Donít worry about it.





You sure this is

gonna work, Detweiler ?





Come on, Principal Prickly.

Donítyou everwatch old spy movies ?





This trick is pure gold.





Uh, Dr. Benedict wanted to speak to

us about a very important matter.





Hey, you two

arenít guards.





Run !





Ø Iím called little buttercup Ø





Anderson, Morrissey, Underhill ?

Where is everybody ?





Aah, ifyou want something

done right, you gotta do ityourself.





- Ø Poor little buttercup Ø

- [ Screams ]





- Ø Sweet little buttercup, I ØØ

- [ All Shouting ]





Boy, these space-age

power shovels sure do a greatjob.





Quick, in here.





This way !

Theyíre inside.





We lost íem.

Now what ?





Ammo.





[ Both ]

Tender.





Commence phase two.





Ready ?





- Hey, guards !

- Huh ?





[ Grunting ]

You little brats !





Now !





- Intruders !

- [ Shouting ]





[ All Screaming ]





Scandalous !





[ Shouting Indistinctly]





- Now !

- Huh ?





Bombard, men !





- Get íem.

- [ All Shouting ]





[ Screaming ]





ëëLunch room, front office--íí

Here it is, ëëauditorium.íí





[ Loud Hum Resonating ]





Uh, Fenwick,

why is the power off ?





Uh, perhaps

we blew a fuse, sir ?





Well, go fix it !





We must restore the power.

Quickly, here.





Hey, whathappened?

Letus out!





Planís working, Gus.





Good. Now we gotta stop that

laser beam before itís too late.





Thatís whatyou thinK, Kid.

Youbratsare done for.





[TJ. ]

Hey, baldy!





Sayyour prayers.

Itís chowder time.





[ Screaming ]





- Bullís-eye !

- T.J. !





I knewyou guys would

come back for us.





- Ooh, thatís gotta hurt.

- Six minutes to perigee !





Quick. To the auditorium.

And no running in the halls !





Emergency power system

is in place.





Switch on the global electrode.

Power up the photon channeler.





Activate the tractor beam, quickly !

Weíve only got four minutes left.





[PricKly]

Youívegotnominutes left, Phil.





This is my school

and I want it back.





Sorry, Pete. Youírejust gonna

have to wait until I finish

making the world a better place.





- Now letís get this show on the road.

- Donít do it, Dr. Benedict !





[ Chuckles ] Donít do it ?

You think after all this planning,





all this work, you can get me to

stopjust by saying, ëëDonít do itíí ?





- What ifwe add ëëpleaseíí ?

- [ Sighs ] You kids

Just donít get it, doyou ?





Well, let me explain this

in a wayyour little uneducated

brains will understand.





The American public think

test scores are too low.





But ifa person, say me,

could make test scores go up,





why, everybodyíd feel better.





They might even elect that person...

President ofthe United States.





Now, doyou have any idea which

countries have the highest test scores ?





- Um,Japan ?

- Germany ?

- Tierra Del Fuego ?





Canada, Iceland, Norway !





And why ? Because itís snowing

up there all the time.





Kids donít waste their summers playing

ball. Theyíre inside studying.





And that is why Iím getting

rid ofsummervacation once and for all.





You got it all wrong, old man.

Your plan will neverwork.





Sure, maybeyour crazy

laser beam can move the moon.





Maybe it can even make it

snow all summer.





Maybe you can get rid of long afternoons playing baseball,





or sunny days down by the lake orwarm

nights camping out under the stars.





But that wonít stop us.

Weíll ride our bikes through the snow.





Weíll play kick ball in the slush,

weíll camp out in igloos.





You may take away summer, butyouíll

never take away summervacation.





Well, I can try.

Do it... now !





Yes, sir.

Begin photon channeling.





Photon channeling begun.





Setmagnification

coordinates. .





- Coordinates set.

- Engage tractor beam.





- No !

- [LoudBang]





Hey, teacher,

leave them kids alone !





- Ms. Finster.

- Muriel, itís you.





Youíre still a vision

ofloveliness.





Yeah ?Andyouírestilla two-bit,

recess-hatingprettyboy.





That hurt, Muriel. But Iíll forgiveyou

ifyouíll just come back to me.





Ha ! Iíd rather eat

playground dirt.





That can be arranged,

my dear.





Not before I takeyou down.





Take me down ? Yeah, right.

You and what army ?





Me and this army.





The teachers !





[ Shouting ]





[ Karate Shouts ]





Get them !





No, no, no, no

no, no, no, no





No, no, no, no

no, no, no, no





No, no, no, no

no, no, no, no





-No, no, no, no, Nobody can do the

-Shimmy





-LiKe Ido, Nobody can do the

-ShaKe





-LiKe Ido, Nobody can do the

-Boogaloo





-LiKe Ido, Nobody can do the

-Shimmy





[Continues]





[ Screaming ]





Fire !





-Letme tellyou, Nobody

-Nobody





-Nobody

-Nobody





-Nobody

-Nobody





- [ Gasps ]

- Drink soda, ninjas !





Halt !





Flying press !





- Nice flying press, Spinelli.

- Thanks. Iíve been working on it.





No, no, no, no

no, no, no, no





You !





[Ms. Finster]

Stop right there, KojaK.





Itís go time.





-Nobody can do the

-ShaKe





-LiKe Ido, Nobody can do the

-Boogaloo





- Thanks, Ms. Finster.

-Just doing myjob, Detweiler.





Hurry !

Thereís still time.





Faster, you idiot !

Faster !





Holditright there, Phillium.

Thesemesterís overforyou, pal.





Not so fast, Pete. You might fall asleep

and miss the festivities.





- Hey, Phillium,

thereís a spot on your tie.

- Where ?





[NinjaScreams]





- Itísjammed.

- Youíre too late, Pete.





This time I win.





Vince !





The photon channeler.

And forget what they told you.





Aim it. Donít throw it.





- Look out ! Sheís gonna bloke !

- [ All Screaming ]





All my plans,





my hopes and dreams...





ruined.





Ruined !





Getyour hands offthe suit,

you classless feeb !





I am the former

secretary ofeducation.





Yeah, yeah. And Iím the former

princess of Morocco. Get in the car.





B-B-But itís all his fault.

I was only following orders.





Iíll turn stateís evidence.





Geez, what a squealer.





Come on, Grotke. Iíll takeyou on.

My boxing againstyour martial arts.





East meets West.

Weíll see who wins.





I donít know, Muriel. Iím only supposed

to use it for self-defense.





What an exciting summer.

T.J. saved the world...





and Becky made assistant

fry chefat Floppy Burger.





Come on, Ellie. The reporters wanna

talk to us about how we raised a hero.





Listen, Becky, I heard about howyou

saved my life and everything, and...





- well, here, I think this is yours.

- My diary ?





I canít believe it. You realize

this means you donít have

any leverage over me anymore ?





Hey, what can I say ?

Maybe Iím just growing up.





Gee, youíre an all-right

little brother after all.





But, Teej, what about the

extra copies you got stashed

away up in the tree house ?





Oh, I wasjust bluffing

about those.





So, Teej, we got two weeks of summer vacation left.

What do you say we do íem up right ?





But don't you guys have to get back to camp, work on your futures and all ?





Well, weíve been thinkiní.





And weíve decided thereís plenty

oftime for preparing for our futures.





But only a little time left

forjust being kids.





So, what doyou saywe head down

to the pond and skip some rocks ?





You guys gotyourselves a deal.





Oh, boy ! My first summer vacation memories.





Uh, guys.





- Iíll catch up with you.

I forgot something inside.

- Okay, but hurry.





- Principal Prickly ?

- Huh ?





Oh, itís you, Detweiler.





I wasjust, um, cleaning up this mess

Phillium left.





Guyalways wasapacK rat.





Look at this. A Norwegian

weather map from .





Listen, sir, I never really got a chance to thank you for all the stuff you did.


You know, quitting your golf game, telling Benedict to let me go, helping me save the world and junk.





Oh, actually, Detweiler,

Iím the one who should be thanking you.





- Huh ?

- You did me a big favor by dragging me into this mess.





See, I didnít get into teaching for

the promotions or the pension plans...





or so I could get

to the golfcourse by : .





I-- I... did it ícause I wanted to

helpyou kids. And Iíd forgotten that.





- Till today.

- [KnocKing On Window]





- Come on, Teej.

- The pond awaits.





- Iíll be there in a second.

- Hey, itís a gorgeous summer day

and your pals are waiting.





Go have some fun

whileyou can... Teej.





You got it... Pete.





[RocK íníRoll]





But donít forget !

Come September, youíre mine.





I havenít forgotten

that ëësaggy buttíí comment.





Hey, September is

a long way off.





Let thesunshine





Let thesunshinein





Thesunshinein





-Let thesunshine

- Whoa, letitshine





-Let thesunshinein

- Come on





- Thesunshinein

-Everybodyjustsingalong





-Let thesunshine

-Let thesunshinein





-Let thesunshinein

- Open upyourheart

andletinshinein





- Thesunshinein

- Whenyouírealone





Let thesunshine





[TJ. ]

One, two, three, four.





Ø Dropyour silver

in my tambourine Ø





Ø Help a poor man

build a pretty dream Ø





Ø Give me pennies

Iíll take anything Ø





Ø Now listen while I playØ

[ Echoing ]





Ø My green tambourine Ø





Watch thejinglejangle

start toshine





Reflections ofthemusic

thatismine





Whenyou tossa coin

youíllhearitsing





Ø Now listen while I playØ

[ Echoing ]





Ø My green tambourine Ø





Dropa dime

before I walKaway





Anysongyou want

Iíllgladlyplay





Ø Money feeds

my music machine Ø





Ø Now listen while I playØ

[ Echoing ]





Ø My green tambourine Ø





ListenandIíllplay

[Echoing]





Mygreen tambourine





ListenandIíllplay

[Echoing]





Oh, yeah

Mygreen tambourine





Iíllplay

mygreen tambourine





Ifyoulisten

I willplay





Mygreen tambourine





[Woman Vocalizing]





Callingoutaroundthe world





Areyouready

forabrand-newbeat





Thesummerísnear

andthe timeis right





Fordancing in thestreet





-Dancing in Chicago

-Dancing in thestreet





-Down in NewOrleans

-Dancing in thestreet





-In New YorK City

-Dancing in thestreet





All weneedismusic

Sweetmusic





Thereíllbemusiceverywhere





Thereíllbeswinging

andswaying





Andrecordsplaying





Dancing in thestreet





Oh, itdoesnítmatter

whatyou wear





Justas long

asyouare there





So, come on

Everyboygrabagirl





Everywherearoundthe world





Thereíllbe dancing





Weíre dancing in thestreet





Isaid

weíllbe dancing





- Whoo!

-Dancing in thestreet





Weíre dancing in thestreet





This isaninvitation

across thenation





A chance forKids tomeet





- Theyíllbelaughingandsinging

-Laughing, singing





Andmusicswinging

Weíre dancing in thestreet





-Philadelphia, P.A.

-Dancing in thestreet





-BaltimoreandD. C. now

-Dancing in thestreet





- Canítforget the MotorCity

-Beep-beep, beep-beep Whoo!





All weneedismusic

Oh, music





Thereíllbemusiceverywhere





Thereíllbeswinging

andswaying





Andrecordsplaying





Dancing in thestreet





Oh, itdoesnítmatter

whatyou wear





Justas long

asyouare there





Come on

everyboygrabagirl





Everywherearoundthe world





Thereíllbe dancing





Allaroundthe world





Everyboyandgirl





Dancing in thestreet





-Fromyourneighborhood

down to Hollywood

-Dancing in thestreet





-Dancing in thestreet

-Dancing in thestreet





Weíre dancing in thestreet





Weíre dancing in thestreet





Weíre dancing in thestreet