Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Rodrick Rules

Seventh-grader.

Sounds a lot better

than sixth-grader.

This is a Greg thing.

I don't see why I had to come.

Because, Rodrick,

this is a family event,

and like it or not, you're

part of the Heffley family.

Yeah. That and we already

paid for your ticket.

I'd like to give a warm

welcome to Westmore seventh-graders!

A new year of school starting.

Hi!

Rowley!

Greg!

Alakazam!

Alaka-zoo-wee Mama!

What are you doing?

It's a magic wand.

Do you want

to see a trick?

Only if the trick is to

make the thing disappear.

Just

put it in your pocket!

You don't want to give away

your best tricks in public.

So, how was your summer?

That sounds

pretty rough.

The only good thing

that happened

was I got rid of

the Cheese Touch.

Who'd you give it to?

The new kid.

Jeremy Pindle.

Cheese Touch!

Hey, guys!

Anyone for pizza?

Hey! Thanks, Fregley.

You know,

I can't believe people leave

perfectly good food just lying around.

I'll save that

for later.

Let's skate.

I'd like to give a

shout out to Taylor Pringle!

Uh-oh, dork alert!

Happy birthday, Taylor!

Five years young.

I hope your

party's a blast.

Rowley,

stop pulling me down!

Ho, ho, ho

It's magic

You know

Who is that?

Her name is Holly Hills.

She just moved here.

What grade is she in?

Seventh.

She's an all-star

soccer player,

has done

professional modeling,

and was her sixth grade

class president.

She moved here from Oregon because

her father got a big promotion.

They drive a hybrid SUV,

live on the north side of town

in a cul-de-sac near the park.

What? I googled her!

She's a picture of loveliness, is she not?

She's almost as

pretty as my mom.

She's going to be

very popular.

Sit here!

Sit here!

Please, everyone, sit

down. We have our seats.

It's magic, you know

Never believe it's not so

Excuse me.

What?

I said, excuse me.

You're blocking the exit.

Oh, sorry.

That's okay.

I'm Chirag Gupta.

And I'm single.

Wow. My name is...

We know exactly

who you are.

Holly Hills of

432 Embury Lane.

No, we don't know who you are.

We have no idea

who you are.

Okay! Well, I think I'm

going to go skating now.

Please congratulate your

father on his promotion from me!

"We know exactly who you are"?

You trying to scare her?

Does it really matter?

A girl like that is out of

your league anyway, Gregory.

She's new. She isn't out

of anyone's league yet.

She doesn't know

the social pecking order.

If there was ever a time

for me to make a move,

it's now.

Hey, Greg!

Can you break a leg or

something so we can leave?

Oh!

That'll never happen.

Not a chance.

There's no way that girl

will ever talk to you.

Yeah, well,

I just talked to her

and we'll probably

skate later.

Really? Okay.

Well, you see

that clock?

They play a slow song at the top

of every hour for couples skate.

If you're so confident,

ask her to skate.

Maybe I will.

What you waiting

for, wimp?

You the man!

Look, if we can

get out to Holly

and be standing right next

to her when the clock changes,

then I can ask her to skate

and she'll have to say yes.

I don't know

about that.

Oh, honey, hi!

Remember when we were

young like this,

and we used to dance and go to

parties, and things like that?

Whoo!

I'm going in.

Cover me!

Girl you are to me

all that a woman should be

And I dedicate my life...

All rockers and

hardcore skaters off the rink,

unless you're

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