Original subtitles

All right, let's see.

Foreign language?

Check.

Geology?

Check.

All that's left is... BAM!

Gym class!

Once I pass this, I'll finally be able to graduate.

Besides, any bozo can pass gym.

Then why didn't you pass the first time?

I don't know.

High school was a long time ago.

All right, you little loafers, listen up!

Coach McCrackle will no longer be teaching here.

What?

Oh, my gosh, that's...

He requested that I read this letter of resignation to you all.

Dear class, things are finally looking up for me.

I have won the lottery.

Now that I'm a rich man, I will never have to spend another second in that disgusting

gym with your pimply, greasy faces ever again.

It, uh, goes on like this for a while.

But anyway, we found a new substitute for the remainder of the school year.

A substitute?

This will be easier than I thought.

Hello, high school degree.

So please welcome former student and five-time volleyball champion,

Coach Francis Jablonski.

Body check!

Jablonski, no!

Shut me up!

Jablonski!

Jablonski!

Jablonski!

Jablonski!

Well, Jablonski, I'll lead you to it.

Listen up, you clowns.

Now that I'm running this show, things are going to be different around here.

Everybody, 20 laps!

Let's go!

Except my little bro, Aiden, who has already achieved peak physical fitness.

Huh, look at this.

I didn't know the school had a 10-year program.

Listen, Jablonski, high school was a long time ago.

We've both matured a lot since then.

Let's Bury the hatchet.

Huh, as if!

You want to fail my class like you failed at life?

No, sir.

To get moving!

58, 59, 60... Let's go!

More jumps, less Jacks!

Oh, butterfingers, this ain't nap time!

Come on, let's hustle!

Only three miles left!

That's right, put your bags into it!

I want the Jablonski mobile spotless before lunchtime.

What does this have to do with gym class?

Everything!

Now, keep scrubbing!

Let me get this straight.

You want me to fire Jablonski?

Yes, Principal Dean.

I can't fire him, but I can talk to him on your behalf about the car thing.

What?

No!

Don't mention me!

He'll only make things worse if he knows I told you.

It'll be totally anonymous, don't worry about it.

Your secret is safe with me.

Alright, before we begin, I have an announcement to make.

Principal Dean just told me that someone here has a problem with my teaching.

Totally anonymous.

Oh.

Well, guess what?

That someone just earned you all extra laps.

Aww.

Aw, man!

I can't believe someone snitched.

Let's go!

Get to it!

Hold it, Rigby.

I got a special assignment for you.

Aiden!

You get to wash my dishes.

You can't do this!

You're just a substitute!

I can do whatever I want!

I know you ratted me out, Rigby.

Good luck passing my class now.

Might want to put some elbow grease into it.

Some of that food is really caked on there!

Maybe put some elbow grease into it.

Oh.

Dude, what's the matter?

Can't keep up with the high school kids?

Worse.

It's Jablonski.

He's the new substitute for my gym class.

Whoa, he's a sub now?

I thought he'd be in jail or something.

Ah, it's not fair!

I've done everything to get my diploma.

I fell down a cave hole, went all the way to China,

just so some meathead can fail me at gym class.

It's all for nothing!

No, it's not.

You just have to beat him at his own game.

But I'm terrible at volleyball!

What was that other thing he was into?

Food?

Run?

Yeah!

These times are pathetic!

A-plot's work, Aiden!

Man, I'm starving.

Do they still do Taco Tuesday at the cafeteria?

You could do Taco Tuesday.

Or you could go on a... Food Run!

Food Run?

I haven't played that since high school.

The glory days.

What's Food Run?

Don't you know anything, Milton?

Food Run is a game where two teams order takeout from the same place.

They race to the restaurant and the first team back with the food wins.

I've never lost in my life.

Jablonski!

I challenge you to Food Run.

If I win, you have to give me a pass in Phys Ed.

Hm!

Hm!

No!

All right.

But if I win, you fail.

And you gotta wash me and Aiden's dirty jock straps for the rest of the semester.

Eee!

Y-you're on!

Tomorrow night, at midnight, we'll run to the cheesers on the bad side of town.

You're gonna lose, Rigby!

Once a loser, always a loser!

What are you gonna do, Rigby?

I'm gonna need some help.

I knew he wouldn't show.

Probably past that little chicken's bedtime.

Hm.

He's probably all nestled in his chicken Coop.

Oh!

Chicken.

I can't get them off.

Evening, jabloozers.

Well, well, well.

Two dweebs for the price of one.

Where'd you get that ride, twerp?

Bought it for my little bro, who's way cooler than your little bro.

Let's just get this over with.

All right.

The first team to pick up their food and make it back to the front steps wins!

Gentlemen!

Get ready to place your orders!

On your Mark, get set, go!

Ugh!

It's busy!

Speed dial.

Cheesers.

Yep.

Mm-hmm.

Extra cheese.

Got it.

All right.

See you soon.

We got a food run!

Okay, let's go!

No!

Forget it!

I'm just ordering at the drive-thru.

Hey, it's not so bad here.

Get off my property!

Ah, no!

Keep your eyes on the road, Grandma!

Oh!

Jablonski!

Jablonski's almost there!

Ah!

He's pulling a drive-thru move!

That's so much quicker!

Ah!

Pick up for Team Rigby!

Uh, it's almost ready.

Sorry, it's my first day.

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Oh, come on!

Ah!

Ah!

Just give me my food!

It's my... It's my first day.

Ah!

Ah!

I'll help us.

Finally!

Let's go!

What's the map say?

Go up here!

There's a shortcut!

Look out!

Ah!

Ah!

Shoo!

Go away!

I'm set!

Get off my property!

Ah!

Oh, yeah!

We're gonna win!

Jablonski!

Jablonski!

Jablonski!

Jablonski!

Don't.

beat Jablonski, dude!

Beat him so you can finally get out of here!

My school!

Team Rigby wins!

You did it, dude!

It's not fair!

I used to be the king of this school.

Now I'm just a lame-o substitute teacher who can't even win at food run!

Come on, man.

High school was a long time ago.

You gotta get past the glory days and move on with your life.

Focus on the now!

You're right.

I gotta say, I got mad respect for that response.

And for you.

So much respect that I'm gonna embroider your face onto my letterman's jacket!

Ooh.

No, that's cool.

Uh, you can just pass me in gym class.

You got it, bro!

Yeah!

Yeah!

We are back, we are back, we are back...

of the first sentence.

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