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Ah, "The Breakfast Club"...

Truly the ultimate teen
movie of the '80s.

Every high-school clique
was represented...

The geeks, the jocks,

the loners, the Molly Ringwalds.

It showed us that if we'd sit
and talk in a circle of trust,

we could all be friends.

Of course, that didn't apply to me.

I was a freshman.

High school meant I had a clean slate.

The movie inspired me
to reinvent myself.

I am the coolest freshman alive.

I wasn't.

But, damn it, Judd
Nelson sure taught me how to be.

What the hell is this?

Why aren't you moving?

Stop it!

Start moving your body!

And lucky for me, I
had a big older bro and sis

who would help me out.

Why do you have so many outfits on?

Yeah, you look like a hobo
who lives in a Dumpster

behind a Burlington Coat Factory.

It's my new look.

I'm locking in who I'm
gonna be for the next four years.

Did you cut the fingers off
of my lace Madonna gloves?

Now they're fingerless
tough-guy gloves...

with some lace.

Okay, here's how this year's gonna work.

During school hours,
you will not walk, talk,

or breathe anywhere near us.

Well, what if I need you guys?

You definitely will,
but we won't be there.

Thing is, I'm a senior now,

so my focus will be
on being super popular

and making terrible mistakes

that will greatly affect my future.

And as one of the school's top jocks,

I'll be knocking the books
out of your hands.

You're not the school's top anything!

This is madness!

Is it?

This year, I'm joining
the varsity wrestling,

basketball, and cross-country.

Cross-country?

Since when can you run far or fast?

Oh, I run. I run plenty.

Yeah, your weird Barry run.

Are you crazy? I don't run like that.

I run like this.

Yeah, it's probably best

that both of you stay
away from me this year.

Schmoopaloos, exciting news!

We need to have a little talk.

Stop running. Eyes on me.

Remember how I told you all summer

I was taking a painting class

to help give my life a sense of purpose?

- No. - Huh?
- Who paints what?

You people don't listen to a word I say.

And I would be deeply hurt
if it wasn't all a total lie.

I was taking a course for this.

It's my teaching certificate.

- For what?
- For substitute teaching!

- For where?
- High school!

- For which high school?
- Yours!

This isn't happening!

That's right. You're gonna be
seeing a whole lot more of Mama.

Oh, balls!

Mwah, mwah, mwah!

I feel anger in my body!

See, that's it. That's the Barry run.

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It was September 3, 1980-something,

the night before school started,

and our worst nightmare
had become reality.

Question... What does
this sweater say to you?

School?

That's exactly what I was going for.

Look at you. A real teacher.

While this might have begun as a way

for me to inappropriately
track my children's every move,

it's given me a
renewed sense of purpose.

I'm thrilled.

You're always marching down
there to make trouble anyhow.

Might as well get some money for it.

Also, you're supporting the most
important woman in your life.

Sure! Why not?

Hey! What do you think?

How does Professor Goldberg look?

Mom, you're not a professor.

Well, then why do
have a PhD in nose boops?

Boop, boop, boop! Ha!

See you in the halls, delicious pupils.

Excuse us, Father.

We hate to interrupt your evening,

but we would like to
borrow a brief moment

of your valuable personal time.

What the hell's going on?

You morons always come in screaming
when you want something.

It's true. This energy
is very unnerving.

Shouting at you has produced
poor results in the past,

and at this moment,
our lives are at stake.

Which is why we came to you
as calm, mature, young adults

to talk this out rationally.

Even Barry? Seems unlikely.

Agreed.

Since you're asking so politely,
I'll wait before I say no.

We need to discuss Mom's new position

at William Penn Academy.

As you know, children need healthy walls

between their academic and home lives.

And, if I may add,

Mom is a monster that must be stopped!

- No, Barry!
- You promised!

Sorry! Sorry.

Well, the answer's no.

Have a good school year.

So, may I?

- Go to town.
- Do your thing.

W-What's going on here?

You make Mom quit or I will
knock everything over you love,

starting with these thin books!

What are you doing?
You're scaring the dog!

I... am throwing... candies in anger!

Ooh. Went too hot too fast. Here.

I need... like five hours...
to recharge my anger.

Hello, and welcome,
William Penn Academy.

Thrilled to be back
for what's shaping up to be

the most exciting school year with...

Oh, crap! She's already here!

Just get to class!

My God, lady.

It's the first minute
of the school year.

- Minute.
- Oh, Earl.

I'm not here to
beat you into submission.

I'm here to teach.

I'm sorry. Teach?

Yes. I got certified over the summer.

I'm on your list of subs.

I am unaware of any such list.

Here it is. See?

There's my name right there.

I put it there myself. Right at the top.

- See it?
- Uh-huh.

- See it?
- Yeah.

- See?
- I see.

- See?
- I see it.

- See?
- I see it, damn it!

Yay!

So, where do you need me, boss?

Thing is, it is the first day of school

and all of my teachers
are here and healthy.

So, I will give you a
call as soon as... never.

I get the sense you don't
want me here, Earl.

Oh, good!

Thanks for reading all
the obvious social cues.

You're not seeing the big picture, boss.

You're gonna need me one day,
and you know where I'll be?

Please don't say here.

Here. Waiting.

Like a panther.

A panther who teaches.

Please don't wait
like a teaching panther.

Oh, I'll wait but good

'cause you never know
when one of your teachers

might get sick or have a nasty accident.

- Please don't hurt anybody.
- See you soon.

As my mom was anxious to get teaching,

I was about to teach my best friends

a lesson in cool.

Welcome back, gentlemen.

Whoa. What's with all the jackets?

Yeah, man. Denim on flannel on tweed?

That looks swampy.

So swampy.

But that's the price of being a badass.

Wait. What's with your jacket?

Clean slate, bro.

This year, I'm reinventing myself

as a badass greaser like Fonzie.

Already got the hair.

Fonzie doesn't have a bowl cut.

And why are you in so much purple?

I'm reinventing myself to be
a sexy badass like Prince.

We can't all reinvent
ourselves as badasses.

This is not good.

No one knows us here!
We can be anything we want!

Hey, look. It's the jacket gang.

It's true! They're all wearing jackets!

It's what defines them.

Later, jacket jerks.

- Oh, no.
- We've been mislabeled.

Take 'em off! Take 'em off!

It's too late. We can't be seen
together till next semester.

Enjoy the holidays!

Erica! I need your help.

No, no, no! We had an agreement!

Dude, you're super sweaty.

I committed to this look
before I checked the weather.

Please. I need help.

I'm a senior.

I don't have time for
any drama, especially yours.

Speaking of drama,
what about Geoff Schwartz?

Who cares about that tool?

I mean, sure, he loved me his whole life

and I foolishly blew him off.

But now Geoff's
with Evy, which is great,

'cause I can focus on my year of awesome

and really get out there.

Crap. Here they come.

Close the door. Close the metal door.

I... Slam it in my face. I can take it.

Please tell me they're gone.

Make a hole, people!

Peak physical champions coming through.

Check this out, fellas.

Boom!

Whoa. What are you doing, man?

That's not how you welcome
somebody to our school.

But we're jocks.

We're student athletes, bro.
Leaders on and off the field.

Have a good year, little man.

Wait up! I love nerds! Just...

I'll punch someone else.
Just tell me who to punch.

Even though we were still
trying to find our place

at school, our mom
was feeling right at home.

Oh, the teachers' lounge!

Oh! So beautiful.

I'm home.

Well, well, well. The rumors are true.

Hello, Andre.

Oh.

I've been waiting for this
moment a long, long time.

Thank you so much. I've worked
really hard to get here.

Not to support you. To destroy you!

- What?! - Well, maybe not destroy,
but to be cold and distant.

Doesn't really come naturally to me.

I'm really a people person.
Everybody says so.

But after all the times you
made the teachers' lives hell,

did you really think that we
were gonna accept you as one of us?

It wasn't personal.

I was just doing my job as Mama Bear.

Well, the bear's got no claws now.

That's right! We got the claws!

Rawr.

Let me do the talking, Bruce.

I'm afraid only real teachers

are welcome in the teachers' lounge.

And you're not one of us.

So, where am I supposed to eat lunch?

The cafeteria. That's
where all the subs eat.

All the subs and that new music teacher

who wants all the students
to think that he's one of them.

Yeah, I had a band once, too, Cody.

Point is, get out!

That day, my mom wasn't
the only one searching

for a place to eat her lunch.

Stupid Geoff and Evy,

ruining the cool table with
their love and unsanitary food play.

Now I've got nowhere to sit.

I'm the one who needs
to find the right table,

'cause where I sit will define
me for the next four years.

It's just like "The Breakfast Club."

Look at the cliques...

The cheerleaders, the burners,
the band geeks,

the... Mom?!

Hey, kids! Over here!

Come sit with your mother!

- Oh! Balls, balls, balls.
- Son of a...

Um, your mom's here.

We know. We see her.

Yoo-hoo! Can you see me?

She's waving very clearly at us.

I'm your mama! I pushed you
out of my swimsuit area!

Barry didn't want the jocks to see him
screaming uncontrollably at his mother.

I've got grapes.

So he sent me over to talk
some sense into her.

Let's just go before this gets worse.

Well, park your cute, little tushies.

I'm having a terrible first day.

I can't sit with my mom at lunch.

I'm already the sweaty jacket kid.

It would ruin any shred
of cool I have left.

Forgive me, Mrs. G.,
but Barry wants you to know,

"Get out, you monster!

Get out through that window right now!"

If you don't sit at this table,

then I have failed as
a mother and an educator.

You are not an educator!

You are just a crazy lady
in a worm sweater!

Okay, you are walking on very
dangerous ground right now.

This worm is the only child I have left.

No one wants your sweater,
and no one wants you!

Goldbergs, please!

What on Earth is going on over here?

I'll tell you what's going on, Earl.

You have some very mean,

disrespectful children at this school.

Well, they're your children.

Tell them what happens to a student

when they sass-mouth a teacher.

They get Saturday detention.

Why don't you tell her
what happens to a teacher

who abuses her power?

Teachers get fired.

Oh, my God. Earl, write a detention.

It's not that hard!

Whoa! Whoa! Everyone,
go back to your lunches!

Not okay. Not okay.

What's not okay is you
haven't told the blond lady

to hit the bricks!

Yeah, man! Do your job!

Barry was hoping you'd
step in and wanted to add, uh,

"Grow some plums!"

Okay, listen.

You kids cannot talk to me that way,

'cause now you really do
have Saturday detention.

- What?!
- No!

How am I in trouble?

I'm just Barry's messenger.

Well, then deliver this one...

I expect to see him Saturday, too.

So much for my year of awesome!

Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah.

I officially give up,

and not just because
my mom invaded my school,

but because I suck at love
and I'm gonna die alone!

Forever alone!

Don't mind her. She's a basket case.

Also, you're fired
from the job you never had.

Is it because I screamed out
a bad word in the cafeteria?

Sort of a grab bag of things.

Ah.

It was 7:00 a.m. Saturday morning,

and my dream of living
"The Breakfast Club"

had become way too real.

Well, well.

Here we are.

It is now 7:06.

You have exactly 8 hours and 54 minutes

to ponder the error of your ways.

My office is right across that hall.

Any monkey business is ill-advised.

Questions?

I got a question.

Does Barry Manilow know
that you raid his wardrobe?

Well, aren't you nice?

I happen to be quite the Fanilow.

No, it's from a movie.

It's what the cool kid does...

And he's gone.

Eight hours? This is a nightmare.

No, it's not.

It's just like "The Breakfast Club."

Think about it. We're just
like the characters.

Lainey's the popular princess.
Barry's the jock.

And Erica's Ally Sheedy,
the crazy, unstable basket case.

Hey! I'm just a little
depressed and unshowered

'cause I'm having a
few boy issues, and...

Shut up!

And I, of course, am Bender,
the troubled bad boy.

You're the nerd, nerd.
Everyone knows it.

I am not the nerd.
You're the nerd, dude.

Who are you, and why are you here?

I'm Johnny Atkins, and I'm always here.

So needlessly destructive.

That's such an Anthony Michael
Hall thing to say.

- Totally.
- Classic nerdery.

I am not the nerd.

I guess there will just be two bad boys.

Can't have two bad boys.

Okay. Babe, let's bail.

How? The only way out
is past Ball's office.

Or is it?

Again, this is just like the movie.

No one cares about the stupid movie!

Now help me into the ceiling
like in the movie!

While Barry was
running away from detention,

my mom was retreating
to what she knew best.

What's all this?

Oh, you know me. Busy, busy, busy.

If I don't get dinner on the
table, nobody else will.

It's 8:00 in the morning.

She's in a tizzy. Help her.

Bevy, you do this when you're upset.

Or happy.

But right now, upset.

I'm not upset.

This house is a mess

because I let that silly, little
teaching job get in the way,

but now I know this is where I belong.

But that teaching job
meant so much to you.

Well, this family
means so much more to me.

- Also, nobody from the school
wants me there. - That's not true.

Principal Ball literally said,
"I don't want you here."

Well, that could mean anything.

And the kids say I ruined their lives.

They ruined ours, too.
It's the circle of life.

And the teachers hate my guts.

- Well, there's history there.
- And I got fired.

Well, they clearly don't want you there,

so that makes sense.

You're not good at this.

I just realized I'm not a teacher.

I'm a mom.

I'm gonna go cheese-up some cod.

Seeing my mom abandon her dream,

my dad did the unimaginable.

He got involved.

We need to talk.

Oh, good.

First week wouldn't seem complete

without uncomfortable quality time

with every Goldberg.

You need to let Beverly
be a teacher again.

The thing is, she never was a teacher,

and she won't be as long
as I'm in charge.

I think you're looking
at this the wrong way.

If Beverly works for you,

she no longer comes here as a mother.

She's an employee.

Who's the boss of all the employees?

I am.

That means she'd no longer
be your worst nightmare.

She'd be the worst nightmare
of anyone you want her to be.

That's a scary amount of power.

I think you unleash the power.

You give me the word,
and Beverly will be here.

Get on the horn and make it happen.

I am taking my Saturdays back!

The harpsichord in our living room

has been silent for too long!

Hot dog!

I'll call my wife.

She's gonna be thrilled.

You stupid, stupid man!

How could you do this to me?

You were so sad!

I actually did something good for once!

Seriously?

Who marches down to the school

and makes unreasonable demands?

You do! All the time!

And who cares?

Earl said he wants you back.

Doesn't matter.

Even if Ball wants me there,
my own kids don't.

Well, who's gonna sit here all day

and watch these damn kids?

You wanted to get involved?
Get involved.

Aw, man.

I did not think this through.

I'm hungry, and my thighs are so crampy.

Why didn't I just go out the window?

While Barry was losing
his way in the intricate maze

of air ducts, we were
losing our minds from boredom.

I really need to shower.

All right, morons. Listen up.

Dad? Why are you here?

I've been put in charge.

Sweet. You're not a teacher,
so we can bail.

Oh! I'm worse than a
teacher. I'm your dad.

And that means I can take away
everything you know and love.

Well, you're not my dad,
so I'm out of here, man.

That's fine. I don't
even know who that is.

The rest of you are gonna
be writing an essay

of at least 1,000 words.

An essay that will bond us together

like in "The Breakfast Club"?

No. You're gonna write
nice things about your mom.

Make her feel like you
want her around all the time.

That's the opposite of what we want.

Do it, morons!

The next time I come in here,
I'm crackin' skulls!

Aah!

Freedom!

Oh.

Our breakfast club was passing us by,

and I was getting desperate.

Guys, this is crazy.

The day's almost over
and we've yet to bond

or reveal our deepest secrets.

This isn't a John Hughes movie, dude.

No! I refuse to accept that.

Bonding will happen,
and it starts right now!

Come on. This seems super hokey,

but we'll accept each other
through our awkward movement.

Not gonna work.

Dear God. Pass.

What's wrong? Scared?

I fear nothing!

Watch me destroy you with
dance! I'll show you!

And just like that, we forgot about...

...who we were trying
to be or thought we were.

We were just us.

And after spending all day
trying to force everybody to get closer...

a little goofy dancing

like in an '80s teen movie

allowed it just to happen naturally.

And when it was over, I
finally found myself sitting...

in a "Breakfast Club"-style trust circle.

I know we're in school and all,

but thanks for not ignoring me today.

I wish we could be like this

when we're back to school
Monday, but I-I get it.

No one wants to hang out with a nerd.

But I thought you were the bad boy.

No. I'm the same as
I was in middle school.

Six layers of boiling-hot
clothes won't change that.

Yeah, I'm not a jock.

Sure, I have the
awesome skills and talent,

but I just can't be
that sweet and caring.

It's not in me.

I tried to convince myself I
don't care about Geoff and Evy,

but every day, I'll be
reminded that I blew it.

And you were right.

I really am a basket case.

And I'm just a mom.

God, what are you doing here?!

I thought we were all
sharing our feelings.

This is our trust circle!
You're ruining it!

Oh, you're right. I don't belong here.

I don't belong anywhere.

Wow. We're sitting here

struggling over who
we are in high school...

and you're going through the same thing.

I know. It's silly.

No, it's not.

You always say you're "just a mom,"

but you're more than that.

- You think so?
- Dad was right.

You always support
our dreams no matter what.

So I guess now it's our turn.

Really? You want me here?

- Oh, absolutely not.
- I will run from you.

But for once, it's not about us.

That is so sweet.

- What's this?
- It's the essay you made us write.

Looks kind of long.

Just, uh, tell me the highlights.

It says..."We love our mom.

Everything she is and everything
she wants to be.

But the truth is, up until today...

that's all we thought she was...

Just a mom.

But she's so much more than that.

We all are.

Even though we all look at each
other in the simplest terms...

with the most convenient definitions,

we're more than that.

We're not just a geek...

or a jock...

or a basket case."

Hey, guys.

Erica! There she is!

Where you been all week?

Laying low. But I'm back.

"Or a mom."

Teachers only.

The blond lady stays.

Beverly, some jerk parked in my space.

This will not stand.

"In the end, we're a family."

I got to go move my car.

"And that means we're in it together.

Sincerely yours, The Breakfast Club."

What's "The Breakfast Club"?

My dad asked a good question.

No one knew.

But what we did know
was the Goldbergs...

were hardly as cool as
Judd Nelson and Molly Ringwald.

But as I began my freshman year,

it sure as hell felt that way.

What are you doing?

Nothing. Go away.

Okay, well, since you're frozen,

I'm gonna take my gnub-gnubs.

- Gnub, gnub, gnub, gnub, gnub, gnub!
- No! No!

No gnub-gnubs in public!

Oh, you get back here!

You get back here!

_

Oh, hi.

Um, I go to his school now. Uh...

_

_

Go put a pair of
socks on! Go get dressed!

It's a quarter after 7:00. Please.

- A quarter after 7:00?
- Yes.

_

Whoa. What's with the bolo tie?

I've come to terms that
I'm the lovable nerd,

like Duckie from "Pretty in Pink."

And I've decided to embrace it.

Wait. Why are you
guys wearing hats, too?

'Cause I want the cool kids
to think I'm a rugged adventurer,

like Indiana Jones.

And I'm hoping this Devo hat

lands me a spot in the New Wave crowd.

Gentlemen, high school's gonna rock.

Nice hats, hat boys.

You're all wearing hats like idiots!

That's your thing!

Later, hat heads.

High school's gonna suck.

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