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So, what club are we all joining?

I said I'd walk here. I didn't say I'd join anything.

Come on, Zig.

You've seen a new adventure.

Come on, how about film club?

Watch some old movies.

I don't want to steal these movies. They're just pirates and idiots.

Okay, okay. How about show choir?

Hmm?

Okay, maybe not.

Look, even if anyone wanted us in their clubs, there's nothing here for people

like us. People like us?

Unique outsiders.

Ooh, I like it. And if unique outsiders could do anything here, what would it

be? What am I, Burning Man?

Just a crazy event in the desert. All these artists go there and create art

just explore.

You know, it would be really cool to turn the school into like a weird artsy

funhouse for a night.

Yeah, you know, we should pitch that to student council.

And the whole rubber room could help.

These delinquents? Yeah.

Then we can prove to everyone that we don't deserve the terrible reputation

this room gives us.

Tiny, you'll help us run an arts night, right?

Tiny.

What the hell?

Good morning, everyone.

Before we begin, Mr. Simpson has asked to do a search of your lockers.

You know the drill.

What were you saying again about our reputations?

Be the hero of your own story. Join Comic Book Society today.

And never get any action.

Dude, I'm trying to attract club members.

Yeah, I know, but, like, why?

To meet people, to have a sparkling intellectual conversation with like

individuals. You mean girls.

Not just girls.

Chewie, it's spring. If you want to get girls, let's just borrow one of my dad's

convertibles. Let's go joyriding.

I'm not looking for bimbos who are attracted to shiny objects, thanks.

It's a single -girl stand -up.

Miles. Audio alert.

You think so?

Yeah, that's the girl who has taste.

That's the girl who's not afraid to take risks. That's the girl who... Is my

sister.

Frankie. What?

Why is your annoying little sister signing up for my club?

Joyrider's bimbos doesn't look so bad now, does it, Chewie? I'll meet my

soulmate in comic book society. You'll see.

And no, she won't just be a comic book character.

Insane, weird thing.

So think they'd let us do a little art tonight?

I'll call the six locker.

Better hope it's clean. But why wouldn't it be clean?

He hangs out with Tiny.

A lot.

Oh? What does that mean?

Tiny and his buddies kind of run their neighborhood in a trade, if you know

I mean. Game?

Why are you so worried about him?

Oh, I get it. You two are finally shacking up because of Blondie. What?

I'm not into him.

I just don't want to see him throw his life away.

All right, back to class, everyone.

Grace, see, we have to do this arts night, and we have to get Zig involved.

Why? To keep him busy.

I wonder if next time his locker isn't clean.

It is gorgeous out.

Time to spend some more time outdoors.

Yeah, I feel like allergies.

I was thinking we could go for some bike rides, some dips in the lake.

Hey, what are you selling?

What do you think of doing a triathlon with me?

I already signed up for salsa dancing.

But wouldn't it be way more fun to get super fit with your super fun friend?

Think of all the girl time.

Hey, boo.

Ready to try the forbidden dance tonight?

I thought it wasn't the forbidden dance.

Wait until you see me do it.

Okay, I get it. It's a couple's thing. Well, you can come too.

And dance with whom? I'm utterly single, remember?

Well, maybe you'll meet a cute Latin boy.

Or Drew Torres.

President, better to show you that my hips don't lie, baby.

Nope, never mind. I will just join the triathlon club by myself.

Maybe going alone is exactly the shot in the arm I need.

He and his friends, they looked out for me. They gave me money for food.

Exchange for what?

Odd jobs or whatever.

But I'm done with that now, okay? I live with you.

You have pizza rolls, right?

Push it, ladies.

Visualize that hill and get to the top of it. You'll be destroying triathlons

no time.

And back down to zero.

Good warm -up, everybody.

You're going to take a minute to cool down before we tackle the big climbs,

okay?

That was a warm -up.

There, see?

Like I'm going to die.

Thank you.

You're a beginner. You should probably start slow.

I think I'll be fine.

We guess.

Just broke up with a guy.

Now you're here to get fit.

Two guys, actually.

And my friends seem to have zero interest in spending time with me.

Women.

So, should I quit?

No, any excuse exercise is a good excuse exercise.

But if you really want to forget about those losers, you should come hang out

with me and my friends later.

Oh, yeah? What are you doing? Top secret.

But if you come, I promise it'll be worth it.

Get! Go!

Come on, everybody!

The Degrassi Panorama.

See Degrassi from a fresh new perspective.

We take different school spaces and give them each to an artist or group to

create a project, experience, or installation.

Yes, and then we'll invite the students, parents, and community to come explore.

Sounds like fun.

Sounds like a lot of work.

Who'd run it? We would, along with our other classmates from the remedial room.

The rubber room kid?

Aren't they the reason our lockets keep getting searched?

I'm sorry, did you tie your shoes this morning?

Excuse me? Well, I just mean, being a dumb jock, that Velcro might be more

speed.

It doesn't feel good to be judged by false reputation, does it?

He's got a point. Yeah, he does.

But still, they are inexperienced.

Don't worry, I'll supervise.

We can do it?

Uh, yeah. Event approved. And, uh, meeting adjourned.

Yes!

Now we just have to prove them wrong.

Why, hello there. Would you sexy, interesting ladies enjoy a book about

sexy, interesting lady?

Just like you?

Just like them.

What, you don't think they enjoy it?

Absolutely.

But Orchid's a teen prostitute, so unless that's what you're calling

What, did you just go on Wikipedia so you could come here and pretend you know

what you're talking about? No.

I actually like comics.

I've known you since you were five, and I've never seen you read a single comic

book. There's lots you don't know about me.

What I do know is it feels a lot like the time you begged me and Miles to come

to Wonderland.

And what, we went on the Mind Buster and you barfed so we had to stay off the

rides the whole day and babysit you?

I didn't even get to ride the behemoth.

Don't worry.

I'm not going to barf on your precious comic books.

Wow.

I mean, you could draw. Oh, I'm full of surprises.

You think anyone's actually going to come and pitch ideas?

Yeah. You guys are running, like, the coolest event ever.

I've already got some ideas brewing in the old brain box.

I've got to take this one.

Yeah, hello?

One second.

Polite, handsome, into school, and the arts.

It's a whole new thing. I know. I think living here is really changing his life

around.

All the way around to crash -worthy? No, definitely not.

We should color this. Where are the markers?

Oh, I think they grabbed them.

Oh, my God, Jack.

What is this?

Backyard acts during the week. Is this what you do for fun?

Oh, fun?

You want to see fun?

Want to throw?

Um, okay.

No, I don't suppose you brought a picture of your ex to the bullseye.

Well, you will just have to imagine he's up there.

Okay. Legs bent.

And hands. Yep, good.

Go ahead.

Well done.

This is incredible.

Take boys out of the picture.

The world opens up.

The ladies' night. The ladies' night.

Okay, so we'll hear all the pictures, and then we'll ask a couple of

Got it?

Where's your buddy?

Oh, here he is.

One sec.

What's up?

Uh, did your mom mention anything about, um, going to my bag or anything, did

she? No, she didn't. I had your weed.

Because I flushed it.

You what?

You said you weren't dealing. It wasn't mine.

The what thing was in my house.

Look, we have to get started, okay?

Are you kidding me?

No, I have to go fix this enormous mess that you made.

I should just erase it, right? It's kind of hilarious.

You don't think you should see it?

Too late.

What is this and why is my name on it?

Looks like Frankie and Keisha were playing MASH last class.

MASH?

Mansion, apartment, shack, house.

You write up the options for career, car, and husband, and then you pick a

number to determine your fate.

Frankie got international, super spy, living in a mansion, driving a Maybach,

married to you.

Doesn't sound so bad.

Except you may be the shack of the guys.

Drew, Dallas, Blake, all hotties.

And you're the dad.

Okay. First up, Tristan Milligan.

My panorama room will be about...

Anticipation.

Based on the idea that fun is in the journey, not the destination.

I'll set up a piano under a spotlight.

People from all different groups can come together and dance in silence. I

it... Silent Dance Party.

That's an appropriate name.

Are you making fun of it?

No.

No, no, I like it.

We'll let you know.

The last one.

Ready to narrow it down to a short list?

Can I actually do that on my own?

I'm sure you can handle that.

Okay, okay.

Good luck.

Grace, I need your help with Zig.

God, you stuck your nose in it again, didn't you? He's doing drugs again. Or

was. I flushed them.

Wow. Was that ever a bad idea? I just wanted him to stop.

If he's really working with Tiny, with those guys, he can't. Why?

For starters, he owes them money.

He gets the weed up front.

If he sells, he takes a small cut and gives the rest to Tiny.

Tiny takes a cut and gives the rest to the guy above him, and so on.

So it's like a pyramid scheme.

Not everything's about money.

Let me show you.

Zig used to live here, on Tiny's block.

He could either join these guys or get hassled by them. Okay, so by joining,

he's safe in his neighborhood?

Not even.

Gangs are small now. Ten to twelve guys, maybe?

Territory is small, too.

There's another click here.

These are bloods.

MS -13 is here.

Et cetera.

Et cetera.

School is here. So he needs the gang to get to school safely. But he doesn't

live there anymore.

He still sees some of those guys every day. And now, thanks to you, he owes

a bunch of money.

Where are you going?

This is the opposite of staying out of it.

So, are you walking home with me, or do triathletes run exclusively?

Just kidding, Claire.

I think I overdid it at Triathlon Club.

How do you mean? It took me ten minutes to sit down. I don't think I'm getting

back up.

Let me help you. I can't lift my arm either.

Why? Were you running on your hands?

I went to an axe throwing league with Jack from Triathlon Club.

Wait, Jack is an Imogen's friend, Jack? It was so cool. Out in the woods, we had

beer and tossed axes.

It was just a bunch of ladies and no one mentioned guys even once.

Yeah, because aren't all those girls gay?

Are they? I don't know. So what?

So maybe you'll find yourself with some new suitors. Because it's crazy to think

they'd want to hang out with me just because I'm fun to be around.

Let me help you.

No, no, no.

I will be fine on my own.

Okay.

Yeah, you look fine.

You know what? You're pretty scary for a little girl.

What do you want?

Let's say go.

He's not in here, sir. Look.

I mean, just don't make me do stuff for you.

It's $300.

That should cover the stuff, right?

Who'd you rob?

My birthday cards for the past few years.

He sent you to do this? No, but he's out, okay?

All right.

Just promise me one thing.

Anything.

Never sneak up on me again.

All right, where is she?

You're gonna fight my sister?

I don't know, man. She might be able to take you.

Hardy har har.

No. But I am going to give her a piece of my mind.

All right. Well, either way, I'm going to go pop some popcorn to watch this.

Hey. Hey, Frankie.

Yeah, I got a bone to pick with you. You know...

Are you okay?

You did that on purpose.

I made you the world's worst swimmer on purpose?

You got into that bikini to distract me. I don't need an elaborate plan to make

you look dumb.

Yet you've been doing it all week.

At the club meetings, using me in your little game as a loser.

Who says you were the loser?

Wait, so you left that on the board?

Because I wanted you to see it.

Miles can never know about this.

Know about what?

Like someone's in a hurry.

I may have pushed just a little bit too hard on the bike yesterday.

Okay, so I was, um... Right, yeah.

Yeah, you were right.

Yeah, you'll get used to it. Don't worry.

Um, I may have pushed a little hard at something else yesterday, too.

My reinvention.

My boy -hating.

I don't know.

This isn't easy for me to say, but I'm not gay.

I know.

You do. Claire, you have sex with guys.

So we can still be friends.

Duh.

Now get limbered up. We're going on a long run. Oh, about that?

Stretch really well and run slowly.

Wow.

Thanks. It's really nice to have some support.

You're a cool girl, Claire.

Even if you are a hetero.

What about Becky's Puppy Palace?

A dozen tiny puppies in a little castle.

How about, yeah, and I get to supervise all night. Okay.

I have to go.

Where?

Don't worry about it. With Tiny, you don't have to.

You don't understand.

Yes, I do. The guy paid him for the drugs. You don't owe him anything.

You what?

You let him know that you know?

No wonder he sounds like this. What's he making you do?

I won't know until I get there.

That collection, maybe.

Like, hurting someone?

Zig, is there gonna be guns? I don't know, okay? Just... Listen, I have to

No, Zig! You can't!

I have to.

Please stay.

For me.

Okay.