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Come on, elevator.

Come on, little guy. You can do it. Why
are you stopping? We have to get to the

Aquamonkey concert.

I can't believe we're leaving two hours
early to get good seats.

Usually I have wine waiter do that for
me.

But stepmother already has them booked.

I don't mind waiting.

Aquamonkey are hip visionaries ushering
in a new era of cool.

You totally stole that from my article.

It was better than what I had to say.

Which was?

Aquamonkey are chimperific.

It's still on the second floor.

What are they doing? Moving pianos?

So it takes another 30 seconds. What's
the worst that can happen?

Bad news, Rebecca.

Head office felt your article on the
Drama Society was too dramatic.

They need a new one ASAP.

But we're going to see Aquamonkey.
You're not going anywhere near water or

monkeys until this is done.

Typey typey.

Thank you.

Thank you.

article in two hours.

What am I supposed to write about?

Let me help you brainstorm.

I got it.

You're gonna write about sheets.

We were hoping for a storm and all we
got was the light sprinkle.

You could write about the sweet, kind
girl who let her friends go to the

Aquamonkey concert while she stayed in.

We're all here for you, Rebecca. We're
not just fellow journalists. We are

friends. And none of us are leaving here
until you are through this.

Thanks, Michael. That's sweet.

Leave no journal behind.

Actually, I was hoping you'd say go on
without me.

Relax, R. You're overthinking it. You
always say that. You're overthinking it,

R. Relax, R. I can't believe how serious
you are, R.

In fact, that's my first impression of
you. You telling me what's wrong with...

That's it.

I have my article.

She's going with the cheese.

No, first impressions.

I'm going to write about what people
think when they first meet.

Ah, yes. I remember the first time you
walked into the bus.

Don't go there.

Oh, let's all go there.

Salutations, fellow wordsmiths.

Attention, everyone.

Michael Theodore Davies is in the house.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I'm not nerdy. Let him finish. I was
looking where Splashback was going with

Thank you, Michael.

Why not let everyone else decide for
themselves?

Fine. I'd like to stay and talk, people,
but you bore me.

Excuse me? Are you my editor?

Yeah. Who the heck are you?

Rebecca Harper.

In So Many Nerds?

Reporting for duty, Miss Jeffries. I
have a wealth of experience in nerd

and special skills in retainer
maintenance.

So, rest assured, I'll do your magazine
proud.

You got nerd, kid.

I hate nerd.

Well, nerdy.

Nerdy.

Nerd talk is making me itchy.

Can we talk about someone who made a
great first impression?

Don't tell me.

You.

Amanda did make quite a first
impression.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

Shit. I know you mean well, but you just
won't do me justice.

Oh, I won't when you hear my flashbacks.

Allow me.

Give Aqua Monkey a few months and
they'll be top of the charts.

They're hip visionaries ushering a new
era of cool. Hip visionaries ushering

in... Speaking of hip visionaries, when
is that Amanda Pierce girl going to

arrive? I know.

I've been waiting for a mentor forever.

Amanda Pierce is a new everything
-that's -cool -and -will -be -cool

-and -ever girl.

Teach me a great one. I'm not worthy.

I'm so not worthy.

There are no words.

Oh, my chicken salad, chum.

I don't know how they put salad into a
chicken, but I'm so glad they do.

Wilder! Like chicken salad with salmon
so I can talk?

I must be dreaming.

No, you're not dreaming. You're in my
flashback, and you should be awestruck

right now.

When did you get here?

That's not the way it happened.

Walter, behave.

I'm sorry.

If you love me back in your flashback, I
swear I'll remember you.

Wait, you don't remember me?

You took the gas right out of my mouth.
How could you forget? No one forgets

Amanda Pierce.

Think, Walter, think.

I'm trying, but all I'm getting is
darkness.

What about those floating red dots you
see when you close your eyes?

See them? I get names for them.

Have you ever gotten one to stop
floating in the same place?

No, never. Not even Ned.

Hello? Crisis here?

So wait, what is the first memory you
have of me?

I guess it would have to be the Buzz
roller skating party. You know, the one

where I wiped out and you rolled over my
head? That was two months after we

started. And that was me rolling over
your head.

So it must have been sometime after
that.

You have to remember the time I beat you
at that 80s video game. Remember?

Don't bother. I couldn't even score one
touchdown.

Every time I got sacked.

Every single time.

I got one of those touchdown thingies.

How did you do that?

I don't know.

I must be good at everything.

Come on, you have to remember that.

Kinda, sorta.

All I remember is...

You pixelated my face?

It's not my fault. My memories are in
low resolution.

This is horrible.

Forget first impressions.

I made no impression on you.

You can't always trust first
impressions. Take my first impression of

The carrier pigeon leaves Point A at 3 p
.m., flies at 30 miles per hour.

You can do this, Michael.

The carrier pigeon is home.

Gee, I strong cup of cheese is what I
need. And a mad genius if there's one of

those lying around here.

Red zippy.

Prince Harry's breakfast.

Orange pico.

Fifteen, eighteen, twenty -one.

I think I just found my math genius.

Now that's a good cup of tea.

So you had Wilder help you with your
math homework?

No. He made me do his math homework.

Do is putting it nicely. I refer you to
my file of shame.

Too wide bow tie?

Worst picture day ever.

A cease and desist letter from a
celebrity so powerful, I'm not permitted

speak his name.

And this.

Big, fat, D.

Turns out, Wilder, there was no math
quiz at all.

Prince Harry's breakfast.

Orange Pico.

15, 18, 21.

I think I just found my matchiness.

It's not my fault you confused my
connect the dots game with math.

You screamed out Eureka!

That's what I scream out when I figure
out a puzzle. So my first impression of

Wilder was that he was the genius.

Turns out he was the complete opposite.

Too funny, too funny.

Opposite of genius.

Wait, what is the opposite of genius?

Oh.

Hey!

Hello, Daddy. What time is it?

You could just look at your watch.

Thank you.

FYI, this watch is from Italy and I
don't speak Italian.

How am I supposed to know what all those
X's and I's mean?

Those X's and I's are Roman numerals.

Not Italian.

Whatever they are.

You have until the V and the two I's to
finish that article or we won't be going

to that concert.

You.

You wouldn't happen to have a neck
brace, would you?

You say that your first impression of me
was that I was a nerd. Pretty much.

Truth is, I said nerdy to cushion it a
little.

Well, Baba says that teasing is
sometimes a way of showing you actually

someone. Tell Baba a nice theory, but
denied.

Pure teasing.

Oh, yeah?

What about that mixed CD you gave me
with all those slow songs?

It was just a CD. And track number
eight, Blink and You'll Miss It, not so

No, there was something about the way
you handed me that CD.

Hit it, Mikey.

Hey, dollface.

You're one of the new scribes at the
buzz, right?

Introduce yourself like a gentleman, and
I might answer that question.

No Jackson.

Music beat.

Rebecca Harper. School issues.

What does the guy have to do to get a
smoothie around here?

Ask.

That's what I thought.

Give me the usual, Wilde, and another
for the little lady.

That's all very kind of you, Mr.
Jackson.

But you should know I leave boys like
you lying brokenhearted on the floor

old discarded peanut shells.

Yeah? Well, you should know.

I'm one tough nut to crack.

Is that a fact?

Is the world round?

Technically, it's a sphere.

You're good, kid.

What was that for? I don't know.

That's what they do in old Black Knight
movies.

Let's just say it's a token of my
affection.

Thank you, Mr. Jackson.

Stop that.

I can't believe it. Even your flashbacks
are boring. Black and white? Come on,

R. Say what you want, but you know I'm
right.

The fact that you gave me this CD means
that you had a crush on me.

Hey, this is a great CD.

You have it, too?

Yeah. Noah gave it to me when we first
started here.

Wait. When exactly did he give it to
you?

On our third day of work. I was wearing
a magenta dress, flat shoes, and my hair

was styled by Sergio.

And you, Bowser, were wearing grass
-stained shorts and your green ovary

Now that is how you remember things.

You gave me this CD at the end of our
first week, which means you gave it to

after you gave it to Amanda.

Okay, we're not in black and white now,
so no slapping.

Wait, is it meat bread meat or bread
meat bread?

Why can't I figure this out?

Oh, Michael's right.

I am the opposite of genius.

Michael doesn't know what he's talking
about.

And it's bread, meat, bread.

Wait. Let me write that down so I don't
forget.

Bread, meat... Wilder, focus!

You're not leaving this room. No! You're
not having another sandwich until you

remember me.

But Amanda... But nothing.

You know how you remember me? The
figurigy fashion pitch. The one that

everyone else's head out of the water.

Oh, yeah. Now I remember.

That was incredible.

Never seen anything quite like it.

This image will be trapped in the dome
forever.

Figarucci is the hottest designer to hit
the runway since ever.

His sleek, elegant style is second only
to mine.

If anyone else deserves to be written
about by me, it's the enfant terrible

Figarucci.

That was my presentation, Wilder, not
Noah's.

Really?

Man, all this trying to remember stuff
is making me hungry.

No, no sandwich for you.

But Amanda, how am I supposed to
remember you on an empty stomach?

Here, you can have these back.

Music for a rainy day, music for a rainy
day without an umbrella, and music for

blow -drawing your hair after a rainy
day without an umbrella.

I don't want them anymore.

But what if it rains?

R. Don't R me.

I'm mad at you. It's a folding
situation.

All right, Rebecca.

Do you know how long it took me to make
these?

Actually, not that long, thanks to the
wonders of modern computer technology,

but it's a thought that counts.

Here's a thought. I don't care.

Let me burn you a new CD.

I'll call it music for you to listen to
while you storm off on people.

Sandwich corner.

Losing strength.

Is that a crumb?

No, just an ant.

So, Walder, what's up?

So, Michael, nothing?

Walder, I didn't mean to say what I said
earlier. I was venting and I blurted.

And what a hurtful blurt it was.

Come on, Walder, you have to see people
worse than they are sometimes.

No, never.

Never? Not even when you're mad at them?
No.

So when I walked through that door just
now, you weren't thinking nasty

thoughts? No.

Even after I hurt your feelings, you
didn't have a single mean thought?

No, not one.

It's not that hard to believe. Come on.

Tell me what your impression of me is
right now.

Let's just say I see people better than
they are. And taste you.

A little extra mustard and a few pickles
and you'd be good to go.

You.

Come on, Rebecca.

I used your full name.

Give me a chance to explain.

What's to explain? You obviously prefer
someone a little less nerdy.

Believe it or not, you kind of make the
nerdy thing work.

Give me two minutes.

You better make it believable and make
it quick. We have a concert to get to.

Okay. Here's what really happened.

What a nerd. What a cute nerd.

Welcome to my world of music.

Your new friend, Noah.

Here goes nothing.

I love it here. I have my own desk and
electric stapler and I even have my own

business card. Yippee!

Oh, gotta go. I'll talk to you tonight.

Love you too, Bubba.

To Bubba?

Hey, Noah.

What's up?

Oh, nothing.

Just admiring your business cards.

Don't you just love them?

Rebecca Harper, journalist.

I love the classy font and glossy sheen.

You thought I had a boyfriend named
Bubba?

You could probably bench press me
several hundred times.

I was talking to Bubba. I know that now.

So you gave the CD to Amanda instead.

And I burnt you a new one later, after I
discovered you were talking to your

grandmother. Don't underestimate Baba.

Who also could probably bench press you
several hundred times?

Rebecca, let's go. If you don't get this
done, I'm going to have to be the bad

guy. And I hate, hate being the bad guy.

Not bad, like bad as in cool.

Do kids still say bad when they mean
cool?

No, the word is sick.

Sick. Gotcha.

What's that?

Music to listen to while under a tight
deadline.

Now go.

Gotta get a move on or else we'll miss
the start of the concert.

Hey, Walter.

Hey, Bealty.

In your face, Banana Jack!

Who's in time now?

I just wanted to say I'm sorry.

Paul Jacobs.

But can you blame me for what I said?

You're all droopy -eyed and sad, but you
can't even remember Amanda's first few

days at the bus.

Come here.

Dude, I totally remember her.

What? I remember everything about her.

I remember the way she sat at her desk.

I remember the way she picked up her
phone for the first time with her head

slightly tilted as she called Daddy's
assistant.

I remember her fingers being all bruised
from having to type instead of dictate.

Do you know what I remember most?

Nice move, Banana Jack, but you are
going down!

Curse you and your pies!

Catchy. How long have you been saying
that?

I've never said it before until now.

But I've got a feeling I'll be saying it
a lot more from now on.

Wait. You pretended not to remember her
this whole time?

Exactly.

Look, now I'm totally confused. Why
would you do something like that?

You. Listen here, Wilder. Don't even
think that this is over. I'm... gonna

you remember me if it's the last thing i
do every time you go to the blurb or

the skate park or the movies i'm gonna
be there right by your side trying to

make you remember me but amanda you
can't spend every single moment of the

with me oh yes i can and you better get
used to it eureka

genius pure genius

first impression

Thick. Yes.

Nice job, Rebecca. It's concise to the
point. Very professional.

Last one to Aquamonkey's is a dirty
rotten piece of cheese.

Who knew DJ was an Aquamonkey fan?

Leave no journalist behind, remember?

Go on without me.

I'm going to wait for Noah.

Ready to head out?

I want to talk to you.

And I want to listen to you.

Maybe I am a little klutzy, and maybe I
like to make sure my pencils are sharp

and my chair back is straight and my
computer keyboard is free of crumbs

I start my shift.

But if doing all that makes someone a
nerd, then gosh darn it, I'm a...

nerd.

What do you say we hit that concert?

Yes. I'd like that very much.