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Nothing makes a killer skate picture better than a guy copying major errors.

The more altitude, the better, and everybody's looking for an edge.

Which is why, when I saw this gymnastic contraption for sale online, it started

me thinking.

All right, Kojo, you ready to yank? Yep.

You a brave man, Luth Goof.

Oh, but I'll get the drop seats.

All right, look, if anything happens, just donate my hair to science, okay?

All right, Luth, roll forward. Let us do the rest.

Ready? Okay.

What is it, bro?

What does this have to do with skateboarding? I want you to know what

like to get major air. Oh, nice.

Yeah, it's a little snug, though. Can you guys loosen up? I can take my own

undies. Oh -ho.

Rad skater coming through.

Ozzie, watch out.

What are you doing, you sock sucker?

Practicing my nose wheelie, man.

Don't hate the skater, hate the game.

Such a male slot. You're not a skater.

It's a poser. Poser, huh?

Would a poser be sporting this awesome henna tat that his stepmom painted on?

Yeah.

Who is that?

That's my bro, Genghis.

Yo, he's like super odd. He goes to Fairlane Military Academy, the sleepaway

school. Wait, she went there.

We tried.

I'm not ready. I still leak a little at night.

Allow me to introduce my big brother, Brigadier General Hootie Kephart.

You a general?

Hoo -wah!

Why aren't you answering your cell phone, scrub?

You're over here playing patty cake, and Mom needs you home ASAP!

Later,

fellas.

I'm sick of that little butt thingy. Oh, you mean one of these?

All right, that's it.

All right, Luke.

Kojo and I are going to go get lunch.

You cool off.

I mean it.

You guys just can't leave me here? Hang tight.

I'll have a club sandwich.

No, ma 'am.

Wait, don't tell me, dude, you won't believe what happened yet. No, maybe.

forget that I'm a genius. Are you crazy? Someone should be listening to us.

Wait, don't...

It's only Thursday, and by tomorrow we'll have everything just fine.

Check this out, baby.

Come on, shout it, come on now.

mind people coming around and trying it out but ozzy come on man he's not even a

real skater just wrong it's a nasty one oh nice

look i just don't like him hanging around here okay can't you do

something did you catch what you just said right there you got to do something

about it like it's my responsibility but i like it down at ramps people kind of

Look to me for leaders.

So if something goes wrong, old Meek will take care of it.

Like a busted ramp.

A busted relationship.

Even a busted tooth.

I'm pretty much known as the mayor down at Ramps. And it's a title I gladly

accept. Not funny!

I'm gonna get you back!

Double! Butt break!

A little white glue in her shampoo bottle.

We're in the middle of an all -out bathroom war.

I don't remember who started it, but I know who's going to finish it.

You know what? I want Ozzy banished. It'll do no good, bro.

You tell Ozzy Kephart to go away, he'll just stay around here even more.

Such a sick man.

Bro, I got it. I think I have a solution to our little Ozzy problem.

I'll take my butter now.

We'll see how this plays out.

Ozzy, I bet you're curious why we called you down here.

Curious and thrilled.

Well, Luther and I have a job for you.

But it would require you giving up skateboarding.

But I'm a skater. It's my life. No doubt. Luther and I both think you're a

skater. Right, Luther?

The best.

I'm glad you concur.

Because my 360s are far tastier than yours. You can't even three... So tasty.

Listen, the fact of the matter is that any kid can pick up a skateboard and

themselves a skateboarder. But you, Oz, you're different.

Luther and I think that you have the special skills to be a first -rate

skateboard photographer.

Oz,

what are you doing?

Processing new information.

Pinwheeling.

Pinwheeling.

Should I slap him?

Lightly.

A skate photographer. I love it.

You do?

Oh, yeah, I do. Gentlemen, my skating days are over. I will be taking my

rightful place on the sidelines because I found my true calling.

Skate photographer.

Give me something pouty, big boy. Make me love you.

Click, click.

You see, you don't tell Isaac Kephart he can't skate. You just get him

interested in something else.

I take my butter slow.

If you're such a big -time singer, how come you never sing anywhere?

Oh, girl, I got gigs going all the time.

Don't you like having Cojo's pipes all to yourself?

No. Actually, I'd like to see one of your gigs.

A gig?

My female lady want to see a little old gig?

Then she's going to see a little old gig.

Somehow this ain't good.

Oh,

hey, Oz. Great job today.

Oh, why, thank you. You see, the secret to great photography is the film.

What are you doing, private dork?

Well, hoots me goots.

Turns out I'm actually a pretty good skate photographer.

Photography? You only doing that because you can't skate?

Get home!

Double time!

Double time! Double time! Double time!

Here we go. Hey, yes, sir. No one even knew Oz had an older brother.

Dude's kind of a novel jockey, but how do you tell someone that their brother's

a novel jockey?

Ozzy, your brother's a real nozzle jockey.

Far from it, my friend. My brother's a great man.

Ah, good job with those pictures. I'll post them on my site when I get home.

Ozzy!

the Aussie picture today.

Great. Minnie Munch stole all of my clothing.

That's real original, isn't it? What do you think?

I don't want to toot my own horn, but I think Mayor Zeke did a nice job

restoring order between Luther and Ozzie.

Oh, that's bad.

Really bad. Ozzy photoshopped his head onto Luther's 360.

Luther's gonna be freaking out.

Okay, I gotta get down to Rams.

She took all my clothes.

Everything.

Get down here!

Get down here, you photo fudger! Tough beans, poser!

I'm a poser? You're the poser!

Hey, hey, calm down. Oh, no, he's toast.

You're toast, buddy. Hey, hey, you are in your mama's clothes.

Ginger stole all mine.

Here,

have another grape.

Just

let

me out. Not until you chill out.

You're squishing my... Gizzy Gazzle. I think your Gizzy's going to need a new

gazelle. Tojo Corkett. Chill out. Who, me?

He's the one who Jimmy Jacked my picture.

Yeah, Audrey, why did you do that, man? I have my reasons.

Neener, neener.

Oh, you get down here, you coward.

Come up here and make me. Get down here. You do not want any of this.

Hey,

do something, please.

Dealt with a lot of nonsense at ramps over the years, but this was getting out

of hand.

Luth and Oz had been feuding ever since kindergarten when Luth glued Oz's butt

to a toilet seat, and the fighting only got worse from there.

Gnarly times call for gnarly decisions.

You guys need to blow off some steam, but we're going to do it in the safe

confines of the boxing ring.

Lancey's Gym.

Mixed martial arts.

Three rounds.

Weenus versus Weenus in Milpitas.

Wait, what time?

11 .30?

Well,

I have tap at noon.

Yep, that could work. 11 .30.

Kick. Luther's. Fanny.

Underline. Got it. Yeah? I'm gonna be on you like cream on corn.

Oh, I love corn. You wish you loved corn.

My bro had every right to be mad at us. Now, I was worried he was gonna

pulverize him.

It's a blessing and a curse.

But you know what, Z?

I've been thinking I'm going to call off the match.

Really? Yeah, I mean, you know, what Ozzy did to me was wrong.

But fighting is never the answer.

You know what, champ?

It's a real nice moment right now.

Excellent work.

Perhaps you would like to learn the Sacrador Arranca, a .k .a.

the Spider Pinch.

It's my secret weapon.

I can teach it to you, but you must take an oath of secrecy.

If you'd have my word.

I'm cutting off the flow of blood to your extremities.

There's nothing you can do.

Excuse me! Excuse me! I'm teaching my brother the spider pinch. It's

So beat it. I just came to tell Ozzy that even though Luther's bummed about

riving his photo, if he takes it off the website, Luther's not going to fight

him. Here be I'm off the hook. No way, Sally. He's fighting. No way, Sally. I'm

fighting.

Luther works out in the ring all the time, Ozzy. He's going to cream you.

Maybe it's for the best.

He would have cleaned your clock.

You just found another way to disappoint me.

Oz,

you want to tell me what's going on with you and your brother?

No, I don't want to talk about it.

Okay, I just thought maybe... He's perfect.

Everything he does is perfect.

He almost climbed Mount Shasta.

He can hold his breath through the Shipley Tunnel.

He's not even afraid to sleep in the backyard. I mean, how cool can you get?

much cooler than that.

Even the nationally ranked clogger.

Okay, so that's why you photoshopped your head onto Luther's picture.

Impressive. It's why I do everything, senor. I mean, once, just...

One time, I wish my brother would stop and say, Oswald, good show, man.

Good show.

Ozzy desperately wants to impress his brother.

I think I have a way to make it happen.

But first, I'm going to let Ginger know who's boss.

Okay, bathroom's all yours.

I'm your pit sniffer.

Hello, gorgeous.

Looks like you're ready for another gorgeous day.

Welcome to the big leagues, gorgeous.

Didn't have to get me flowers and a teddy bear.

Told me to.

You're crazy, girl.

All you got to do is let Ozzie tap you a couple times, then go down.

Wait, what?

You want me to lose the fight on purpose?

Bro, all Ozzie's ever wanted is to win his brother's approval. He has to win.

Okay, but I'm not going to let everyone see me get my butt whooped by that

weenie.

Well, at least you'll have the satisfaction of knowing you're a good

You know what? I am a good person.

Zeke, he doesn't really ask me for a lot of stuff, and he's usually right about

things.

Come on, he's not gonna make me look bad.

Oh, and by the way, would you mind crying when you call?

Oh, no.

We're closer.

You gotta go down.

I get hit hard with the case of the maybe.

Maybe I should have let Ozzie and his brother work out their own problems.

Maybe I shouldn't have landed on Hoot.

What's

wrong with

this thing?

Probably needs a new coil.

You knew it was busted. Why didn't you fix it? Maybe... Because I was too busy

getting my butt kicked by that dork much. Whoa, people are touchy.

All right, look, I'm sorry about that, okay?

I was trying to do the right thing, and I dragged you into it.

Just came by to say sorry you had to catch the business end of a Kephart

beatdown.

Yeah,

you really kicked my butt.

We got a walkathon to train for.

You got it, bro.

Now they're like two weird peas in a weird pot.

I guess your plan worked after all.

All right, just for that.

I'll fix the coil and I'll make you a quesadilla. Ooh, extra celery, cheese,

onions, mayonnaise, mustard, turkey, ham, brussels sprouts. What do you want?

Blueberries. Blueberries. I'll have strawberries.

Excuse me.

No cut seats.

Yeah? And what are you going to do about it?

I'll tell you when you wake up.

Spider pinch!

Don't bite it.

You're not doing it.

Thanks for treating us.

One soy blue.