Shake It Up! s03e17 Episode Script

I'm so excited, the posting of the aptitude test scores, is my favorite day of the entire school year.
Yeah, mine's ditch day.
Yeah, that's your teachers' favorite day, too.
So, what's the biggie about the aptitude test anyway? Well, it's one thing to think that you're smarter than everyone else.
It's another to have it posted all over the halls so everyone knows it.
Well, speaking for the bottom half of the list You're welcome.
You'd be nothing without us.
All right.
Well, let's just see how we did.
Hmm.
- What? - Hey.
No.
No, no.
No.
Oh, no! No Wow! I did the best in the whole grade! I did the worst! I did the worst.
Wait a minute.
There's got to be some kind of logical explanation for this.
Like I was abducted by aliens and they stole my brain and gave it to you.
Or, or I know! The list must be upside down.
Rocky, you scored an 11.
It's going to look the same both ways.
Everybody, everybody, get out on the floor.
It can get a little crazy when the kick hits the 4.
Make a scene, make a scene, nobody can ignore.
Don't knock it.
'Til you rock it.
We can't take it no more.
Bring the lights up, bust the doors down.
All together now.
Shake It Up, Shake It Up.
Shake It Up.
Oh, uh, excuse me? Mr.
Polk? Yeah, there's obviously been some mistake with the test score results.
So, let me re-take the test, or better yet Call The White House, I want a presidential pardon! Rocky, relax.
Obviously, something went wrong, and I'm looking into it.
In the meantime, given those test scores, I'm gonna have to put the two of you in new classes.
Oh! Am I having class outside? Because I tested through the roof! No.
But here are some words I never thought I would say "I'll see you in my Honors History class, Ms.
Jones".
And Rocky, you'll have to take some basic classes.
Basic classes? Me? Basic classes? Ha.
Hey, aliens, you've got my brain, why don't you just take the rest of me! Rocky, this could be a good thing.
I mean, give your brain a little break.
My brain doesn't need a break! Okay? It's already broken.
Besides, I don't even know how you tested so high.
You couldn't even pass a smog test! Tell the truth.
Who'd you sit next to? Well, according to the results, it obviously wasn't you.
Anyways, I find this all highly insulting, because I would never cheat.
Okay, so what'd you do, just randomly fill in the answer bubbles in the shape of a smiley face? No! In the shape of a Christmas Tree.
Hi.
Uh, I'm CeCe, nice to meet you.
I'm James, and yeah, I know who you are.
Remember first grade, I helped you with the scissors? And second grade, when I helped you with the scissors? And third grade, when you were banned from using the scissors? You're in the wrong room.
This is Honors History.
Oh! Well, luckily, there were no scissor, questions on that aptitude test that I scored higher on than who? Oh, that's right, you and everyone else.
Ooh, this is gonna be an exciting class! Today we leave behind the plague-infested Dark Ages, and move on to the lighter fare of the French Revolution.
Where I get to say "Let them eat cake!" Ooh! Relax, Ms.
Jones.
You're not actually gonna eat cake.
So how exactly did you ace that test? Fill in the answers in the shape of a smiley face? Why does everyone think that? Believe me, smarty-pants, I can handle this class! Uh, what's this? Tonight's homework assignment.
But this is more homework than I've had from my other classes all year.
I'm guessing.
Uh, Rocky This is basic math with Coach Lesseur.
What's with the glasses? Are you doing an undercover investigation on why seven "ate" nine? Wow, even the jokes are basic here.
No, I'm actually just taking this class for now.
That's so awesome.
I thought I was the only one having a rough time in math, but this just goes to show, it can happen to anybody.
Except for Rocky Blue.
I'm only here temporarily while they investigate my test scores.
Hey class, what time is it? Pop quiz time! Are you ready for a pop quiz? Probably not.
Ooh, bad break.
A quiz on your first day.
This quiz is worth 100 points.
You get 10 points for every correct answer.
Um, excuse me, but there's only nine questions on this quiz, Coach.
You get 10 points for filling in your name.
Five for first.
Five for last.
All right, I'm finished.
What now? Is there any kind of extra credit I can do? Blue, you're new here.
Uh, I don't believe in extra credit.
And you know why? Because extra credit for you means extra work for me.
If you're done, it's free time.
You can sit quietly and watch TV on your phone.
What? Free time? Are you serious? Of course, you are.
Now what do I do? I know! I'll start memorizing my Spanish vocabulary.
Although Maybe CeCe's right.
You know, it wouldn't kill me to let my brain chill out for five minutes.
Ooh, a new episode of Jersey Hills.
"Allison has a hot tub meltdown".
Sounds like a juicy one! Allison, you bad girl Diego is not your boyfriend! Flynn, I need a piece of gum.
I was testing out the new garlic lover's pizza, and my breath smells like hot garbage.
Hot garbage would be an improvement.
- There's some in my backpack.
- Yeah.
Um, mushy banana, sling shot, baby blanket, pencil Baby blanket? Oh, well, guess I didn't have any gum after all.
Got to go, bye! Dude, you carry around a baby blanket? Look, you never know when it's going to get cold.
Or if an impromptu picnic might break out! Admit it, you're an 11-year-old who's still attached to his blankie.
I can give it up whenever I want! Good.
Just not yet! I have the sudden Urge to picnic! Aw! Does the baby want his bottle? Okay.
All right.
Fine! I guess it is time to give up blankie.
I'm going to rip the Band-Aid off fast and do it cold turkey! So, take this, and don't give it back to me, no matter what I say.
Got it.
Wait.
I just want to say a quick goodbye.
Oh, come on! Um, Mr.
Polk, before class starts, I need to talk to you about something? Yeah, just give me a minute, Ms.
Jones.
I'm video-chatting with my poodle, Poopsie.
He's at the vet with an eye infection.
It's okay, Poopsie.
Just keep that one good eye on daddy.
Um, but this is about my aptitude test Ms.
Jones, the only pupil I am concerned with right now is Poopsie's! Daddy is here, Poopsie.
Hey, everyone.
Look! CeCe somehow found her way back to the classroom.
What'd you do, leave a trail of lip gloss and press-on nails? No, I just used my "Find the Biggest Jerk in School" app, and it led me right here to you.
Look, I don't know how you got into this class, but we both know you're not even as smart as Mr.
Polk's butt-ugly dog.
So why don't you just get out now? You know If you're actually smart enough to open the door.
Here's a hint, sweetheart.
You push.
All right.
I'm sorry, Ms.
Jones.
Uh, what was so important that you had to tell me? Well, I just want to tell you That I look forward to being in your class for the rest of this semester.
Also, um, I hate to be a little tattletale, but James thinks that your poor, sick doggie is butt-ugly.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have said that.
How stupid of me, sweetheart.
Continuing on the French Revolution, who can tell me why the French felt empowered to overthrow the King and why their rationale for doing so was correct? Uh, yes, James? I was actually just raising my hand for CeCe.
She's shy, but she said she really wanted to take this one.
By all means, Ms.
Jones.
Um, actually, I don't know how to answer this question.
Yes, that's what happens when you have no idea what the answer is.
No, it's because I'm not so sure they were right to overthrow the King.
Ah! It's an interesting hypothesis, CeCe.
Go on.
So, my problem with what they did was they didn't really have a plan in place.
You see, it was kind of like something that happened at Shake It Up, Chicago.
We had this new choreographer, and nobody really liked him.
His name was Antoine, which is ironic, because, you know, Marie Antoine-ette.
Anyway Nobody really liked Antoine, because his moves were, like, totally out of touch with what everyone else was into, and, like, he was, like, really bossy.
Thank you, I finally understand the intricacies of the French Revolution.
Anyways, we dancers revolted and said "we don't want to work with Antoine anymore".
And then there was no one to choreograph.
We thought we could do it ourselves But then we all had our own ideas, and it was all one big mess.
- Can we hear a real answer, please? - I believe we are, James.
- Yeah, but - Ah! So, it was kind of like the French crisis of the constitution.
When the Legislative Assembly fell apart, nobody was really running France.
It was, like, totes cray-cray.
But, then the people of France got it together, beheaded their King and started all over.
At Shake It Up, Chicago, we just asked Antoine to be nicer to us, and skipped the whole beheading part.
CeCe, I have been teaching this class as you would say, "forevs".
And, while not entirely accurate, that may be the most interesting and unique take on the topic I have ever heard.
Well done, Ms.
Jones.
Hmm Deuce Martinez, please step out of the classroom now.
This is the Principal.
I know I sound young, but it's really me.
Deuce, I'm sorry, but it was an emergency.
- An emergency? Is it my mom? - No.
- My Aunt Lupe? - No.
My Cousin Christina? Serafina? Maria? Carl? No! I need my blankie, man! Look, I promised not to give it to you, and I'm sticking to that.
All right.
Right.
You're a good friend.
Look, here's the truth, I didn't want to tell you Because I didn't want to embarrass him.
I need the blankie because there's this kid in my class Tommy And, uh, Tommy's sick, real sick.
He needs a butt transplant.
And they can't find a butt donor.
And his mom can't afford a blankie, because she needs to save up for the new butt.
So don't do this for me.
Do it for poor, sick, butt-less Tommy.
No.
You're a monster! And I despise you! And Tommy would, too, if he were actually a real person! All right, class.
Pop quiz time! All right, Coach, you know that if you give us a pop quiz every day, it kind of takes away the whole "pop" element.
Hmm.
Mm hmm.
Hmm! Yes, Rocky? You have a question? Uh, no, I'm just done already.
Well, well, well, what do we have here? It's the "basics".
You guys think you're so smart.
Yeah.
Well, we're smart, too.
And there's only one way to settle this feud.
An Academic Decathlon? No.
A dance off! Hey! Come on guys, we've got this! Ha! Wow! Boring Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Yeah! Ha! Ha! Ha! Yeah! Oh! Hey! Hey! Hey! Ha! Ha! Ha! Right.
So, how do we know who won? Does somebody need a dance ref? You bet you do.
Am I the only dance ref who showed up in this dream? You bet I am.
I think that Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky! Who's getting her grade now? You are.
Who got all the answers right, but forgot to show her work? Still you.
Enjoy your "C".
I got a "C"? I've never gotten a "C" before.
I need to get out of here.
This class is making me average.
- I see you're all packed and ready to go.
- What are you talking about? I just assumed, what with all those bags under your eyes.
For your information, I was up most of the night studying for the test.
Well, then I suggest you take a nap right now, because the only way you're going to pass this test is in your dreams.
Okay, folks.
No pressure.
But this test counts for one quarter of your grade.
Okay, CeCe, you can do this.
Just focus.
Oh, no.
What was I thinking with this nail polish? It really needs a top coat.
Stop it, CeCe! Concentrate! Question one.
"Who was Robespierre and what was his major contribution to the French Revolution?" Oh no, I'm never going to be able to Wait, I actually know this one! I know this one! Congratulations, Ms.
Jones.
Hopefully, you won't feel the need to announce your status on the next nine.
Mr.
Polk, I'm so sorry to interrupt, but I cannot take another day in basic math.
Deuce just asked me if we were gonna have Pumpkin or Cherry, when we found out that we were gonna study pi.
When am I getting back into my regular classes? Good news, Ms.
Blue.
Turns out there was a computer error.
You did not score an 11 on the test.
You scored a one hundred and eleven.
I'm not sure how But you did! So, uh, you're saying my high score broke the score scanner? Well, cross that off my bucket list.
You will return to all your honors classes first thing in the morning.
Oh, man, I have so much homework to catch up on.
I have so much homework to catch up on! I'm going to have to stay up all night! Thank you, Mr.
Polk! Whoa, whoa! Class, before you leave, I have graded your exams And posted the scores.
- I get a 92! - So did I! Wow.
I'm really sorry, CeCe.
I guess I was totally wrong about you.
Actually, you weren't totally wrong.
I only scored well on the aptitude test, because I filled in the bubbles to look like a Christmas Tree.
And the only reason why I stayed in this class, was because you were being a total jerk.
And I wanted to prove you wrong.
I'm not really smart at all.
CeCe, if you got the same score as I did, then you are really smart.
I know, because I'm really smart.
Yeah, I guess I am.
Wow, Rocky was right.
Studying does make a difference.
I've got to stop underestimating myself.
You know, maybe I never did well because I never really pushed myself.
Hey, we're locked in.
Push yourself now, CeCe.
Push.
I knew that.
- Hey, Flynn.
- Hey, buddy.
Pal Bestie You're not getting the blanket.
I want the blankie and I want it now! I'm telling you, I don't I don't even have it.
Liar! I know it's in your bag! It's not in there.
Dude, you're not gonna win this! You're freakishly strong for such a little guy.
Oh, I could say the same about you.
Hey, uh, what do you know, it's really not in here.
I told you! Oh, well, I guess I did go a little overboard.
I feel really silly holding onto something that's so immature.
Well, you should.
It makes you look ridiculous.
Hey, uh, what's this? That? I don't I don't know.
I've never seen that before.
Really? Because it came out of your bag.
No, I'm pretty sure it didn't.
Well then, you wouldn't mind if I threw it away.
No! Not Senior Drago.
And before you say anything, he's not a blanket.
He's a protective stuffed dragon, who makes sure the boogieman doesn't eat me while I'm asleep.
Don't you Judge me.