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- CHEERLEADERS: Score! Score!

Score, Bulldogs score!

S and c s-c-o-r-e!

- Welcome back, Bulldog Nation!

Ace McFumbles here and what a game it has been!

But with 10 seconds to go,

our Silverado Bulldogs trail the Warthogs by 6.

A less-seasoned reporter would be freaking out,

but not this guy.

Excuse me a sec.

Ahhhhhhhh!

And we're back!

- Okay, y'all, let's turn this game around!

- SPECTATORS: [cheering]

- Sha-booyah!

Come on, girls, pull that bark!

Woof! Woof! Woof!

Woof...Woof...

Why am I the only one "woofing"?

- Because we're gonna lose, Bella.

And when we do, this crowd is going to turn ugly.

- Just like last November.

When the dust settled, they found eight pompoms,

but only three cheerleaders.

I say we run! - Pepper, chill!

We're gonna win.

Coach knows, the Warthogs know, this is the perfect time

for a play-action pass.

- This is the perfect time for a play-action pass.

- Which is why the Warthogs' team coach

is not going to call for a play-action pass--

which is exactly why Coach

is going to call for a play-action pass.

- Which is exactly why I am calling for a play-action pass.

- [whistle shrills] - You got it, Troy?

- Got it, Coach. - Get out there!

- SPECTATORS: [cheering]

- Yeah, we're not doin' that.

- Remember what Coach said last time you ignored him?

- Nope, wasn't listening.

Check it. We do my play. I run for a touchdown.

And then we get to do our victory dance!

- ALL: ♪ Uh-huh We're awesome ♪

♪ Uh-huh We're handsome ♪

- And break!

- ♪

- Set! Hut!

- ♪

- What is he doing? - What is he doing?

- That's not the play! - That's not the play!

- [whistle shrills] - SPECTATORS: [groaning]

- Sausage and biscuits! - Sausage and biscuits!

- Oh! - Oh!

- Oh, and the Bulldogs lose!

This is Ace McFumbles freaking out!

Ahhhhhhhh!

- [moustache rips skin] - Ahhhhhhhh!

Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!

- What was Troy thinking?

All he had to do was fake the run, spin, and fire it deep.

- [heavy thud] - [mascot groaning]

- SPECTATORS: [gasping]

- My bad!

Losses make me emotional.

- Hey, girl with the freakishly strong arm,

you wanna try out for quarterback?

- Who me? QB?

- Who? Her? Q what?

- ♪

- ♪ Dream like, team like

♪ Livin' like one of the boys ♪

- ♪

- Set! Hut!

Can you believe it?

A chance to be quarterback of the Bulldogs.

That's my dream!

- I know. Plus, you get to hit boys--

legally.

As a girl with nine brothers,

that's my dream.

- All those years of praying to the football spirit

have finally paid off.

- [heavenly music]

- Thank you, five-time Super Bowl champs, Dallas Cowboys,

forever and always, amen.

- Um, Bella, I'm not sure all your prayers have been answered.

Look... - [radio show music]

- Ace McFumbles here with breaking news!

A girl is trying out for the football team.

- [radio show music]

- I know what I think. - ♪ Cuckoo! Cuckoo!

- But let's hear from the fans.

- Bella as quarterback. Thoughts?

- Well, she threw the ball once.

With the wind. There's no way she can do that again.

[slams locker]

- A girl quarterback?

- I love Bella, but she's too nice.

- What she means is no girl can play football.

They're too wimpy. [laughing]

- [gasps] - Ow!

- Bella, quarterback. Thoughts?

- No girl's tough enough to play football,

especially Bella.

- Oh, come on.

No one with half a brain would agree with that.

- Well...

- Do you think they're right?

- Not really, but I'm worried.

You could get hurt.

Or worse.

Football uniforms are super unflattering

and you'll get helmet-hair and grass stains.

And be all sweaty like a boy.

And no one will want to date you.

You'll never get married

and our kids will never be BFFs and I just--

- Pepper, breathe... - Right.

Sometimes I forget to do that.

- Come on, Pepper, she's our friend.

And even if the whole world thinks this is crazy,

we've gotta support her.

- You're right. You've gotta go for it.

I'm just gonna miss having you on the cheer squad.

- The cheer squad.

We've got our biggest competition of the year

on Thursday.

You can't leave us for football! Are you nuts?

- Wow, what happened to little Miss Support Your Best Friend?

- I'll support her next week.

Someone's got to catch me in the basket toss

and it's sure not gonna be Pepper.

- It's true. I would drop her.

- Sophie, I'll be there.

I'm not gonna bail on my cheer sisters

when they need me the most.

- Cheer promise?

- Hand to heart, hope to die, stick a pompom in my eye.

Now can a girl get a tri-five?

- ALL: [laughing]

- Sophie, not to alarm you,

but your brothers are outside

flying your underwear like a kite.

- i¡Hay! Le voy a dar un tremendo cachetazo.

- I may have to spray her with the hose again.

- Mom, do you think it's crazy--

me trying out for football?

- Oh, honey, I don't know.

Football was like a secret language

you and your Dad shared.

I can still see the two of you snuggled up

every Sunday on the couch screaming at the quarterback to,

"throw a home run!"

"Punt a home run."

Wait, I got it, it's, uh, "punt a touchdown!"

- Well, at least that last try was all football words.

- You really wanna do this, don't you?

- I have to, Mom.

I always thought being a cheerleader

was as close as I could get to the field.

But now I've actually got a chance to play.

Can you imagine the look on Dad's face?

- I don't have to.

It'd look like yours does right now.

But this isn't gonna be easy.

Plenty of people aren't gonna like it--

especially the boys on the team.

- Maybe.

But once they see what I can do,

they'll be totally cool with this.

- I am not cool with this.

- It's just wrong.

- She's a girl.

- It's messed up.

- Chill, bro-chachos. No one can replace "The Troy."

[laughing] Especially a girl, all right?

They can't play football.

That's...that's science.

Look, she can try out all she wants,

but there's no way she's making the team.

- But what if she does?

There will be a girl in the locker room.

I can barely change in front of you guys.

- And we're not talking any girl.

I've known Bella since first grade

and she's never farted.

- That can't be healthy.

- Guys, focus!

We've got football to play and you need to get mean.

Sawyer, break out the angry milk.

- Um, what's angry milk?

- Best sports drink you can squeeze from an udder.

It comes from the meanest cow I ever met--

Crazy Nellie.

I pass her every morning on the way to school.

She's real sweet,

till you try to take her moo juice.

- [Nellie bellowing]

- Yee-haw!

- [Nellie bellowing]

- [yelping]

Oh...Oh...Oh!

Ah! Take a swig.

That's pure, organic, grass-fed power.

- Okay.

Oh, I feel the power!

[straining]

Oh, I'm exhausted.

- Stay strong, Newt.

We can't show this girl any sign of weakness.

- Hey, everybody! - TROY: [high-pitched squeal]

- I'm not decent!

Okay.

- [laughing]

Guys, I know this is weird.

But all I'm asking for is a chance to prove I can play.

I'm not just some girly-girl who--

Ew, I'm sorry, but this place is riper

than a summertime dumpster.

[spritzing deodorizer]

- BOYS: [coughing, sputtering]

- What are you doing?

- Don't inhale, boys. It'll give you girly lung.

- It actually is a very pleasing bouquet.

Is that a hint of lilac?

Hey, who said that?

- All right, listen up, Bella.

Football is a man's game, for a man's stake.

- ALL: Hoo-rah! - It's not for girls.

- Look, Troy, I can understand if you're a little threatened

by the idea of competing with a girl.

So just treat me like one of the boys.

- [whistle shrills]

- Why are you guys treatin' her like one of the boys?

Get out so she can change! Go!

[tweeting whistle]

- Okay, but after this. One of the boys!

Today's the big day, guys. Any advice?

- Just be yourself and don't get hurt.

- Don't worry, this is gonna be just like

playing in the back yard with my Dad.

- [loud thud] - [whistle shrills]

- BELLA: [wincing] - PEPPER & SOPHIE: [gasping]

- I was wrong.

- Bella, are you okay?

- I'm all right.

- You tackle my friend again, I will take you out!

- Come on, Sophie, it was a legal hit.

- Besides, Mom says you're not allowed to

beat us up at school any more.

- [whistle shrills]

- Sophie, I'm okay. It was just one hit.

- [heavy thud] - [whistle shrills]

- [heavy thud] - [whistle shrills]

- [heavy thud] - [whistle shrills]

- Hike!

- ♪

- [whistle shrills] - SPECTATORS: [applauding]

- BELLA: Set! Hike!

- [whistle shrills]

[whistle shrills]

[whistle shrills]

- [heavy thudding]

- [whistle shrills]

- Take five.

- TROY: Don't feel bad, Bella.

- No shame in walkin' away. - That's true.

I walked away like five times my first week,

but my dad kept driving me back.

- [sighing]

Well, I'm not walking away.

- [clump of grass thuds]

- I'm just getting started.

- [shoulder pads collide] - Ow!

Coach?

[high-pitched voice] Did you see that?

- BELLA: Set! Hike!

- [heavy thud] - [whistle shrills]

- ♪ I'm lightning up my feet

♪ And that's what they don't see, mmm-mmm ♪

♪ That's what they don't see, mmm-mmm ♪

♪ I'm dancing on my own Dancing on my own ♪

♪ I make the moves up as I go Moves up as I go ♪

♪ And that's what they don't know, mmm-mmm ♪

♪ That's what they don't know, mmm-mmm ♪

♪ But I keep cruising

♪ Can't stop, won't stop grooving ♪

♪ It's like I got this music in my mind ♪

♪ Saying, "It's gonna be alright" ♪

- Yes!

- [whistle shrills]

- Set! Hike!

- ♪ And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate ♪

♪ Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake ♪

- ♪ I shake it off, I shake it off ♪

- Oof!

- ♪ I shake it off, I shake it off ♪

♪ I shake it off, I shake it off ♪

- Sha-booyah!

- Decision time, folks.

Will Coach go with the experience

of Troy "The Wonder Boy" Dixon?

- SPECTATORS: [cheering]

- Or the rocket arm

of Bella "Nickname To Be Determined" Dawson?

What will he do?

- Okay, guys. - ACE: What will he do?

- He will tell ya to shut off that mic,

or he will come up and take it from you.

- And the Coach threatens award-winning commentator.

Story at 5:00.

- [microphone feedback screeching]

- [laughing]

Bella, now you have the arm, you know the game,

but you're still untested.

Going with you would be a big risk.

- Here it comes, boys. He's lettin' her down easy.

- But this is Texas. We go big or we go home!

Gentlemen, say hello to your new quarterback.

- BELLA: [screaming]

Yip! Yippee! Yip! Yippee!

I did it! I did it!

[screaming]

- Mark your calendars, boys.

Today, football died in Texas.

- My life is over.

- I did it! I'm quarterback! Best day ever!

- I'm not quarterback any more. Do you realize what this means?

- [velcro ripping]

- I'm not "The Troy."

I'm just "A Troy."

I can't live like that.

- We've gotta find a way to get her off the team.

- Well, how do we do that? - I don't know.

- Well, we'd better think of something.

This isn't just about me.

It's about you poor guys having to play without me.

- Hi, guys.

- Hi, Bella.

I mean, we don't like you.

- Well, I hope you like free pizza.

It's on me. Enjoy.

- Okay, nice try, but we don't want your--

Dudes!

- [muffled] I don't know.

- Troy, I know you're not happy about this.

But we're teammates now.

Maybe if we get to know each other better,

you know, shared our hopes and fears,

we might actually get to be friends.

- I knew this pizza wasn't free.

- Well, now hold on there, Sawyer.

Bella might be right.

- OTHERS: Really?

- Sure, I mean, we all have hopes and fears.

Maybe if you go first, I'll find the...

the courage to share mine.

- Oh, well...

Okay, don't laugh.

- No.

- When I was six, we went to the state fair.

- [sheep bleating]

- Ooh, a petting zoo.

- [carnival music]

- Oops.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Oh, that could have been bad.

- [Diablo bellowing]

- BELLA: [screaming]

I know it's silly.

But bulls still totally terrify me.

- Bulls.

Interesting.

- SOPHIE: Hmph!

- She said, hmph!

- Oh, hey, what are--

Oh, my gosh, I missed your practice.

- BOTH: Hmph!

- I need to talk to them.

But I love what we're doing.

Keep sharing while I'm gone. [laughing]

- Oh, you know it. [laughing]

I just figured out a way to make Bella quit.

Sawyer, can you put fake horns on Crazy Nellie?

- Does a goose squat sideways in a muddy swamp?

That means, yes.

Yes, I can.

- Okay, listen...

- Guys, I am so sorry.

- Don't worry, it's not like tonight's

the biggest cheer competition of the year.

- Which it is.

See, she's being sarcastic 'cause we're mad at you.

- And you have every right to be mad.

I lost track of time, football ran late,

and I made the team and then the guys--

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Did you just say you made the team?

- You're looking at the Bulldogs' new quarterback!

- ALL: [screaming]

- First female quarterback!

You are historic like...like that guy who walked on the moon.

- Except you're a girl, and this is Texas,

which makes it way harder.

- And now that I'm QB, I can be totally focused for tonight.

It's our last cheer competition together

and we are going to kick some booty!

- You mean it?

- Hey, I made you guys a cheer promise.

And I intend to keep it.

Now come here, you two.

- ALL: [laughing]

- I feel so much better.

- I hate it when we fight. - Me, too.

It gives me gas.

We should go. - Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay!

- See you at the competition.

Love you!

Oh, hey, teammates. How's the sharing?

- Fantastic.

It made us realize you are just what this team needs.

- I am? - Yep.

All you have to do is go through the official initiation.

- I'm getting initiated?

Could this day get any better?

Bring it on, y'all!

- ALL: [cheering]

- Okay, okay, okay, okay.

It's not official yet.

Meet us in the locker room in an hour.

- Uh, tiny problem.

I have a huge cheer competition tonight.

- Uh, but this is our most sacred tradition.

- Every Bulldog does it.

- Yeah, but we can do it-- - You know what?

Forget it, guys.

I guess she doesn't wanna be one of the boys.

- Wait!

How long will it take?

- Not long at all.

- Nope, over like that. [snaps fingers]

- Okay, I'm in.

I'll see you in an hour.

So excited!

- BOYS: Yay!

- Oh, she is so going down.

- ♪

- Bella Dawson, this is your Bulldog initiation.

- ALL: [thumping floor]

- If you fail, by sacred Bulldog law, you must...

- ALL: [thumping floor]

- ...quit the team. Forever.

- SAWYER & NEWT: Ever. Ever. Ever.

- Bring it on.

Whatever it is, I can handle it.

- SAWYER & NEWT: [laughing]

- Very well.

Then remove your blindfold and...

- ALL: [thumping floor]

- ...slap that bull.

- Bull?

- [Crazy Nellie snorting]

- ALL: Slap that bull! Slap that bull!

- [Crazy Nellie bellowing] - [screaming]

- ♪