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I am in some serious pain right now, because for some reason, we've been

off our game.

B -b -b -b -body's b -b -b -busted, bro.

Yeah, and it's not like we're even trying any hairy moves. We're wiping out

the simple stuff.

Fortunately,

there's a book that we can turn to in times of personal crisis.

In Tony Hawk's autobiography, Volume 17, he warns about the perils of

overskating. It's possible for a skater to lose his edge if he doesn't take time

off every once in a while. That's why Luce and I decided to take a little time

off and try another activity to see if we can get out of the skater funk we're

in. Right, Luce?

Whoa, bro.

You're frozen.

Like a human popsicle.

Hmm.

Human popsicle?

My stomach's stuck.

The Luth and I spent all day trying to come up with the perfect hobby. I got

Let me go first.

Luth, you sort of have a history of really bad ideas.

But no, I don't. Does this idea in any way involve Commander Fuzzbuzz?

You have a problem with that soldier?

Drop and give me 20!

Anyway, I have the perfect hobby for us. It involves speed, agility, and general

awesomeness.

Foxhunting.

But since there are no more foxes in Pacific Terrace, we chased Kirby Jenner.

What? What's his idea?

Unfortunately, his dad wasn't so agreeable.

And so, the search for a new hobby continues.

Circumference? Holy moly! 89 inches!

Excellent. I think it's safe to say that I'm going to squash the pumpkin

competition. Yay!

I'm going for the clean sweep.

But Ginger, no one's ever won all the blue ribbons at the county fair. I mean,

you got close last year.

Until you lost the pie competition.

Oh, yes.

Deferring Torkelson.

Make no mistake. This year, I will crush.

Coin collecting?

Turkey calling.

That's dumb. What turkey has its own phone?

What? What? What? Tony Hawk, okay? He played the violin as a kid.

Music. That should be our hobby.

One problem, dude. We don't play instruments.

Whoa.

I do.

Quite well, I might add. Really? Something I like to call air guitar.

I didn't know you played the air bass.

Are you kidding?

I got an air bass last year for Christmas.

Oh, Mom, you shouldn't have.

Hey, bro, you want to play air top?

Sure, why not?

It's just a hobby. Do we really need a fourth member in the band? Oh, yeah,

absolutely. Okay, um, Eddie Falberti? Oh, yeah, that's me.

All right.

Dad for me.

Next.

Hello. Ozzy.

Chop into an old meth smoke machine.

Indeed. I also have a bubble machine and a sausage -making kit.

You're in.

Yes!

Hatchet -throwing competition?

Hi -ya!

of the pie competition.

She broke her hip.

Yes!

But Ginger, competing against the best makes winning all the more satisfying.

I think it's sad that Miss Torkelson can't participate in the fair.

Yeah, it's sad I can't rub it in her wrinkly face when I win.

Not terrible, but we got a long way to go.

Okay, now, Zeke, question for you. Hearing those drums okay?

Yeah, why?

Oh, nothing. You're just a little behind on the beat.

Yeah, Zeke's weak beat was throwing me off, too. Okay, I'll just say what we're

all thinking.

Zeke, you spank!

Wait, I spank?

Guys, come on, okay?

No one spanks.

All right, we're a team.

Okay, you just hang in there, little buddy.

Let's go again.

Man, it is a whole new kind of lame when you get chewed out for playing drums

that don't exist.

I'm starting to think this whole hobby thing isn't working.

What? I shuck corn when I'm annoyed.

Hey, guys. Sorry I'm late.

Okay.

Big announcement.

Now that everyone's here, I got us a gig.

YOLO County Fair this weekend.

Oh, yeah, baby!

Audacious! Wait, who'd hire an air band to perform?

Oh, no, actually, they're charging it, so we're gonna have to all chip in.

But, uh, I was thinking we need more rehearsal time, so tonight, how about we

pull an all -nighter? Yo, I'm down.

An all -nighter? Are you kidding?

No. No, no, wait, guys, we need a little reality check.

A little more drummy -drummy, a little less talky -talky.

Guys, what's going on here?

This air band thing, it was supposed to be a little hobby, and... Now it's just

full -on stupid.

Can I talk to you outside, please?

Yeah, sure.

Stupid? Don't you call it stupid. Dude, I'm playing real Trump sticks on fake

Trumps. It's totally stupid.

Don't you say that word again.

Stupid. Don't say it. Don't say it and all is forgiven.

Piss.

You did not just say PID. Yes, I did.

Okay. That's how you feel?

You're fired.

No, no, no. You can't fire me because I quit. Oh, really? Actually, I fired you

before you quit. Oh, are you sure you can air fire me?

You had to do it, bro.

He said PID.

Let us never speak of him again.

I can't believe Luth fired me. How does a guy get kicked out of an air band?

And why are they still rehearsing in my garage?

What's that about?

Whoo!

All right.

Let me officially introduce our new drummer, Kirby Cheddar.

I'm ready to rock and or roll.

Your choice.

Really? That's the best we can do?

Kirby Cheddar?

He's a capital weenie. He's a committed capital weenie.

Who is she?

Oh, this is Kimiko, a music enthusiast, if you will.

My groupie.

Must be hard hanging with the keyboard guy when the bass man is so clean and

sexy smelling.

Hey, back off, fucko!

Look, guys, come on.

Just remember why we're here, okay? About the music.

And you just mean dude.

just doing some laundry in my garage.

Since when do you do your own laundry?

Oh, you know, every day about now.

Continue.

out of the competition.

There's no way I can lose.

It is good, but you might consider adding a touch of nutmeg. According to

grandma's recipe, it gives a pie the little taste of sweet story pooch.

Now, pie's in the bag.

Next competition.

I need you to strap this on.

Time to practice my goat looking.

Don't milk him.

It's kind of weird in best friends fight. People say things they don't

I know that Luther feels horrible about firing me.

Sure enough, here's Mr. Waffles right on schedule.

Guess I'll have to be the bigger man and accept his apology.

Hey, bro.

I'm sorry.

I know.

I know. Yeah.

I tipped over a paint can in the garage and it got all over your laundry.

All of it.

What?

That's it?

How about an apology for being so bossy? What if anyone should be apologizing?

It should be you. Okay, you were the one phoning it in at rehearsal.

I was not phoning it in.

Okay, so I was kind of phoning it in, but I wasn't going to tell him that.

You're out of your mind. You're taking this air band thing way too serious.

What? I'm not taking it way too serious.

Okay, maybe I was taking it way too serious, but hey.

I wasn't going to tell him that.

You know what's your problem?

You're just stubborn.

You're super mega stubborn.

You're dubbing either Scrooge.

You know what?

I don't even care.

I'm glad that I'm not a part of your dumb air band.

You just wait till tomorrow.

Okay? Because we're going to be the best air band in air band history.

Let's rock this band.

Oh, butt stick.

How we gonna get there?

I don't know.

My mom can drive?

You're not wearing those glasses on stage, all right? We did not discuss

Hey, man.

Carby, what are you doing? We are not eating, all right? We go on in seconds.

But it's not in my tummy yet.

I don't care.

What is she doing here?

Kimiko's our new tambourine player, doy.

Is that a real tambourine? Yeah.

Well, you know you don't use a real tambourine in an airbag.

Pull it together, people.

I was the one freaking out, but hey, I had to prove to Zeke that my air band

could kick major butt.

We don't need to take this abuse.

Let's ramble, Kimiko.

Fine, we don't need you.

Kojo, look, don't play bass and keyboard, okay?

Look, bruh, you're not the boss of Kojo.

Kojo is the boss of Kojo.

I'll be at the kissing booth.

Fine!

Kirby! Look, you're playing drums, bass, keyboard, and tambourine. You got that?

Sorry, but I have to go.

You look like the monster under my bed.

Ladies and gentlemen, please give a big Yolo County welcome to Luther and the

Flock of Waffles.

Smells like a blue ribbon.

My pie.

With a touch of nutmeg. My grandma's recipe.

Poochie McGruder, this is mutiny.

Ginger, a county fair is for everyone in the county, not just you.

It's about a community coming together to eat oversized turkey legs and win

goldfish to die on the way home. It's the Yolo County way.

You know, you make a valid point. I guess I should be a little more

of others.

Oh, look, I see where I should go.

Stupid! Delicious pie.

A little too much mustard, but not bad, pooch. Thanks, Ginger.

Maybe next year you'd like to combine our recipes?

Yay!

Hey,

everybody.

As you can see, the band's not together anymore.

But I will still entertain.

Them boot camp?

What?

Sock camp?

I have to admit, I thought it would be fun to watch Luther crash and burn on

stage. But it wasn't. Not even a little. It didn't seem to matter who was right

and who was wrong anymore.

Not with half a county about ready to tear Luther to pieces.

Rock and roll!

Truth is, the air band hobby

totally paid off. You're skating better than ever.

Whoo!

Kirby! Cheddar!

You know the band's not together anymore, right?

You know, kind of works. Really? No.

Hold on to that.

There we go. Get it on quick.

Kind of looks like a penguin.

Well, at least it's an improvement.

Oh, that was...

Gooey delicious.

Our first kiss, Kimiko.

Not a big talker, are you?

That's okay, because the two of us, I think we share a special connection.

You're just so super sweet.