School of Rock

Welcome to Spanish Club.

Today's agenda, discussing the tango,

artist Frida Kahlo,

and a recap of last night's Latin American soccer scores.

Everybody tied.

- Lawrence, as a proud Latino, allow me to say

I don't care about any of that junk.

When do we eat?

After we take attendance.

Tomika, aqui.

Freddy, aqui. Clark?

- It's pronounced "Clar-r-rk,"

which I would expect the President

of the Spanish Club to know,

even though he only beat me by one vote.

A win's a win, Clar-r-rk.

Not even close.

You will never have the R r-r-rolling skills

of Clar-r-rk R-r-rodr-r-riguez.

- Your last name's O'Shannon.

Okay, next is Es--Es--

What's going on?

- He has a huge crush on Esme.

He can't even talk when he's around her.

- Getting nervous around a girl? Is that a thing?

Es-Es-Es-Es--

Esme's here!

Let's hit that snack table, amigos!

Nacho time.

Helping your friend time.

I don't understand why you don't

just talk to Esme already, Lawrence.

- But what if she doesn't like me?

- How could she not like you?

You're Spanish Club's Hombre of the Month!

- Either way, go for it.

I can't.

Whenever I try to talk to her,

I get so nervous, I start sweating.

How bad could it be?

Hombre up.

- Oh. Hi, Esme.

That's a really nice, uh, nose you're wearing.

Um, thanks?

I got it from my parents.

- Sure is a hot one today, huh?

I'm cold actually.

Weather guy said we're gonna hit a record low.

- Well, how about that? I love weather.

Well, bye!

See?

That wasn't so bad.

Really?

- Five, four, three, two, one.

- All right, let's do this. One, two--

- Hang on a sec, Mr. Finn.

Freddy, I think your drums sounded a little off yesterday.

You should test 'em out.

- What? My drums sound fine.

- Milk? Nice one, dude.

You got me.

- Okay, we're trying to see who can pull

the most epic band prank.

- Guys, we don't have time for pranks.

We really need to rehearse.

What the-- chocolate syrup?

This isn't funny!

Enough.

Battle of the Bands is two weeks away

and we need every bit of practice we can get.

Plus, I have to rent a new amp,

I have to grade your midterm papers,

which apparently means I have to read

your midterm papers, and I lost the keys to my van.

Mr. Finn, you've got--

- A lot to do, I know!

So let's just get some rehearsal in

before you have to go.

We have to go.

What?

- We have music class now, you know,

the real one the school makes us go to.

- Fine, go, but we're rehearsing after school today,

and every day until Battle of the Bands.

And Freddy, clean that milk off your tie.

Take some pride in your appearance, buddy.

- You've all gotten so good!

It's like you're getting together

and secretly playing music.

- What? That's crazy.

Run to Mr. Finn's room and burn everything.

Burn it to the ground.

- Take a breath, Sparky.

- I'm curious, how much do you kids know about music

from ancient times?

You mean like the '80s?

My mom makes me listen to Journey in the car.

- No. I mean the music prehistoric man played.

I am an avid collector of primeval instruments.

- This isn't an instrument. It's bones.

- But if you smack them together,

you've got some prehistoric percussion.

I think I just tasted caveman.

I'd really rather not bang on this.

- Oh, you don't bang on that.

That would be disgusting.

You blow into the eye hole.

Gotcha.

Which hole do I vomit in?

- Let's see what you can do.

- I think I just found my new band.

- What? both: Huh?

- I've always wanted to form a band that plays

this kind of music, and I think

my dream might finally be coming true.

- Well, if it's optional-- - Not optional.

We'll have our first practice after school today,

and if that goes well, we'll practice every day.

- But we have to practice with Mr. Finn

after school every day.

- Don't worry. I'll get us out of this.

I'll just turn on the Freddy charm.

Uh, Ms. Ipson?

Hmm?

I gave it all I had.

What are you doing?

- Come here, you're gonna love this.

It's show time.

- Are you finally gonna tell Esme you like her?

- What? No, I've got a way better plan.

Why risk talking to her and getting rejected

when I can do it the easy way?

all: Whoa!

- Wow. What's the hard way?

- Now all Esme has to do is walk over

and tell me how much she likes me.

- But she doesn't know the birds were from you.

I'm not sure you've thought this through.

- Tomika, please, I fit 50 wild birds

into a cramped locker.

I'm pretty sure I thought it through.

Good thing I didn't go with the wild raccoons.

Ahh! Tomika, save yourself!

Go on without me!

- Way ahead of you, bird boy!

Ahh!

- What are we gonna do about music class?

I can't handle that weird ancient windbag.

- Don't talk about Ms. Ipson that way.

- I was talking about this ancient windbag.

- Ahh, that sounds like Esme's laugh.

Um--

- What? It's cute when she does it.

- We can't miss Mr. Finn's practice.

You saw how worked up he got this morning.

- I say we tell him the truth. He'll understand.

Besides, I've been working on my skulling.

I'm getting good.

The key is jamming your thumb in the nose hole.

- The other key is hand sanitizer.

- We can't go running to Mr. Finn

to fix this problem for us.

He's already got too much on his plate.

- So we'll just handle this ourselves.

Why can't we be the adults?

- Yeah, we're responsible.

We make good decisions.

I'm growing a mustache.

- Are you growing it on someone else's face?

- The point is, we can do this.

- Yes. - So agreed, we can do it.

All we need is a plan.

- What if we go to Ms. Ipson's practice,

but we play terribly? Like, crazy bad.

She'll realize we're not her dream band

and call off the whole thing.

That's perfect.

In the meantime, we just need to make up excuses

to tell Mr. Finn why we can't rehearse today.

Hey, guys.

What you talking about?

- Nothing! I mean, something of course.

You can't talk about nothing,