Hatching Pete

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( Rhythmic Stomping,

Clapping )

Cock-A-Doodle-Doo!

- ( Sneezes )

- ( Marching Band Playing )

Oh, Gosh.

The Feathers.

( Sneezing )

Worst Chicken

We Ever Had.

That's Rooster.

It's A Rooster.

( Sneezing )

Cock-A-Doodle--

Aw, Forget It.

- ( Whistle Blows )

- ( Crowd Cheering )

Hey, Ms. Banfield,

Sorry I'm Late.

I've Been Looking

For Camie Poole,

Have You Seen Her

Go Inside?

I'm Sorry, Are You

At Brewster High?E

You're Kidding,

Right?

I'm In Your

Biology Class.

I'm Pete-- I'm--

I'm Pete Ivey.

What's Up, Pete?

Hi, Ms. Banfield.

Oh, So You Know

This Young Man, Cleatus?

He Was Inquiring

Of Your Sister.Abouts

Pete Was?

He's Trying To Find Camie

So He Can

Ask Her Out Finally.

- How'd You Know That?

- Dude, I'm Your Best Friend.

I Pay Attention

To Your Neurotic Ramblings.

Oh, Here We Are.

Pete Ivey, Check.

- Thank You.

- Okay.

( Sneezes )

Oh! Is That Brain?

( Gags)

- ( Marching Band Stops )

- ( Students Cheering )

Tommy Thompson.

Testing One, Two, Three.

- Rooster Basketball...

- ( Marching Band Playing )

Hey, Poole, You Better

Get Your Tailfeathers

Out On The Court.

( Chuckles )

"Tailfeathers."

That's A Funny One, Skylar.

( Cheering, Shouting )

Camie! Hey! Hey--

Cheerleaders:

Ready, Okay!

Throw 'Em In The Muck!

Cluck, Cluck, Cluck!

- Hey, Jamie, What Up?

- Beat It, Poole.

You're Gross.

- ( Gasps )

- Cheerleaders:
...Cluck,

Cluck, Cock-A-Doodle...

Seriously, Leave Or I'll

Have The Wrestling Hurt You Again!

Okay. All Right.

So I Will See You Later.

( Cheering, Yelling )

- Hey, Sis, How's It--

- Move It, Poole!

Oh! Ouch!

( Sneezes )

Camie! Hey!

Hey, Pete,

What Are You Doing Here?

Oh, Me?

Oh, I'm--

Well, I'm Here,

'Cause Um--

Well, I Had Something

That I Wanted To Tell You.

Well, It's, Kind Of More

Of A-- A Question.

Okay, Shoot.

I'm Kind Of In A Hurry.

Yeah. Y-Yeah. Um--

Well, I Was--

I Was Wondering

If-- If You--

If You Would Go--

( Mocking )

If-- You-- Would--

Who Is This Guy?

Does He Even Go

To This School?

That's Just Pete.

He's My Brother's Best Friend.

Don't Care.

( Cooing )

Gonna Score 20 Points Today

For You, Sweet Thing.

( Giggles )

- Bye-Bye, Pete.

- ( Grunts )

See Ya!

( Groans )

Isn't Dill Awesome?

Yeah.

Yeah, Dill Is The--

The Aweseome-Ist.

All Right, Well,

I'll See You At The Game.

See You At The Game.

Loser.

Had Enough Yet?

Let's Get Out Of Here.

( Sighs )

( Sneezes )

Cheerleaders:

...Cock-A-Doodle-Do It!

( Marching Band Playing )

- What Up, Coach?

- Jam, Take The Gum Out.

Let's Go.

Get In Here.

Jam, Tie Your Shoes.

Let's Get It In Here!

Come On!

- Hey, Pete, How'd It Go

With My Sister?

- I Dry Heaved.

Ball, Please.

Thank You.

Okay, We Have A Simple

Goal For Tonight, Okay?

We're Gonna Score

More Than Seven Points.

Oh, And Camie Seems

To Really Enjoy Kissing Dill.

Uh, Yeah, Pete.

I Could Have Told You That.

Dude's Always

Over At My House.

I Think He's Stealing

My Mini Cologne Samples.

Why Didn't You Tell Me

Your Sister Was Dating

The Captain Of

The Basketball Team?

Pete, Chill, Dude.

Listen,

I'll Level With You.

Okay, I Didn't

Tell You About Dill

Because-- Because

I Wanted You To Grow, Man,

Experience New Things.

I Mean, Just

Building The Courage

To Choke Out A Few Words

To My Sister Took Guts,

Major Guts, Man.

I'm Really Proud Of You.

Really?

Thanks, Poole.

- I Appreciate That--

- ( Cackling ) Nah, Dude.

I'm Just Messing With You, Dude.

It Just Slipped My Mind.

( Clears Throat )

( Sneezes )

Hey, Son.

Hi, Dad.

What's Wrong, Son?

Look A Little Down.

Yeah. Just Got

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