B.A.D.D.

Fight! Go!

(bright music)

Bro, get up!

Wait, what's happening?

Exactly.

Wow.

Did you see all that?

Cool.

Anyways.

Adam, I bet it will take three tries

to get that locker to stay shut.

No deal, Jordan.

It came out really good.

Took a while,

but I finally got the wings attached.

Well, I mean, his dad's an engineer,

so what do you expect?

Wrong again.

He's an architect.

Same difference.

Yes!

The first bell!

Let's get to class.

This locker's a disgrace.

You'll stay after school

and clean this pigsty.

I can't.

I'm getting a haircut.

Good.

Maybe it'll motivate you to move quickly.

Now hop to it. Get it.

I'm still missing a few permission slips

for the Spirit Day Gym Challenge,

so please get them in ASAP.

I've seen the prizes

and they're off the track.

The chain.

The train.

The chain!

The chain already. Geez.

Mr. Foster, are we keeping you awake?

No, ma'am.

Yes ma'am.

Some sad news.

Bilbo Philpot and his family

are moving out of state.

So today is his last day.

So there are these planes

that fly in the air.

There are many different sizes of planes.

Big planes.

There are small planes.

They all fly in the air.

Some use propellers.

They come in different sizes and colors.

Hey.

Thanks for offering to clean out the locker.

I'm not offering, you idiot.

You know Jordan's taking bets

that the boys team will win by at least 10 points.

Heck yeah, we will.

But 10 points?

I don't know.

Why not?

Because of what Lena said.

Kids these days.

Hey, Mr. Bobby.

- Hey. - Hey, Kevin.

Hey, listen up.

A customer gave me four VIP tickets

to tomorrow's big event.

If you all want 'em, you can have 'em.

Heck yeah we want 'em.

Well wait, why don't you wanna go?

I do, but my niece is getting married.

That sounds rad,

but my mom's money's kind of funny.

What if I get hungry?

Wait, what gives?

Are they in the nosebleed section?

He said VIP.

So we get food and we get great seats.

That's right.

Then I'm in. It's on.

All right, here's what I'll do.

I'll reach out to your parents this evening.

If they say it's all right,

I'll leave 'em at Foster's house in the morning.

Deal?

Deal.

All right.

I can see it now.

It's getting late. Where are you?

Oh, I'm headed home now.

All right, now like I said,

I'll give your parents a call this evening.

Go ahead and get out of here.

- See ya, Mr. Bobby. - This is gonna be lit.

- Bye, Mr. B. - Yeah, it is.

Four free VIP tickets to the big event.

About time, sleepyhead.

It's spring break.

Not for you, it isn't.

Chores today.

Your to-do list is on the table.

Did Mr. Bobby call you?

He did.

Did he talk about... He did.

And?

And I told him it wouldn't be a problem

if you get your chores done.

You have six hours to get them done.

What?

Hey, what's going on down here?

This. This list.

Everyone has a list, Foster.

Except for me.

I'd rather go to work.

Oh, convenient that.

Dad, you're leaving me?

Good luck, man.

Where's Marie's list?

Here it is.

What?

Chores are evenly distributed.

Marie, she gets her work done.

Plus also her hand is injured.

Where?

Make him stop.

He's hurting me.

This? This old cut?

That's from last week

when you asked her to take out the garbage.

- Mom, she's capping! - Watch it.

Look what you did.

Now I'm bleeding.

Where's the cotton balls?

They're in the linen closet, sweetie.

Isn't it strange

how every time you ask Marie to do anything,

she always has an excuse?

She's useless.

No name calling.

And if you wanna see your friends today,

get moving.

Mr. Bobby just dropped these off.

Ooh, where are we going?

We're not going anywhere.

These are for me and my friends.

Ma?

Your brother's right.

You need to stay home with me

and mend your injured hand.

Oh, and just pull those bins out.

You should be good to go.

And take a shower. You're ripe.

Will Shin Phoenix be there?

Live and in person,

according to these tickets.

Oh man, that dude is bad,

but in a good way.

I've got a story for you

about a kid who's bad in a bad way.

Oh, this ought to be good.

Let's hear it.

Here's what happened.

This kid transfers to my school two months ago

and he's trouble from day one.

Trouble with a capital T.

He's so bad that we nicknamed him Badd with two D's.

Every time my homeroom teacher Ms Duckwally,

turns and writes on the board,

he quacks like a duck.

He ties Ellie Kepler's shoestrings together.

When Ellie goes to sharpen her pencil, slam,

she falls flat on her face, bites her tongue,

there's blood all over like major crime scene red.

Next he puts a nail in Christie Green's chair

and ouchie boo-boo.

She jumps so high,

she touches the sky.

Okay, the ceiling.

But she comes crashing down, passes out cold.

When Jose Esposito goes to sit down,

Badd pulls the chair from right underneath him

causing him to crack his tailbone.

So our classroom votes

to have an end of school year dance.