[remote clicks] [upbeat music plays]
♪ I don't care what you say! ♪
♪ I'm gonna do what I want all day! ♪
♪ I'm the king of the world! ♪
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[Music]
Jeff: I live on Salem Lane in Aberdale, Arizona.
My name is Jeff Randell. I'm in the 4th grade.
I have my own set of tastes, and I like my things a certain way.
Shower for eight minutes, brush teeth for two minutes.
I stay on routine, on schedule. I'm not like everyone else.
I'm particular. I'm special.
Look, after today, things are gonna be different.
We can still hang out.
You just won't be able to understand everything I say now.
Even though we won't be taking the same classes
together, we're still in the same grade, and it doesn't
- mean we can't be friends. - Clarence: Uh-huh.
[Squish!]
Jeff: Nothing's gonna change between us, except my
life will be better. Everyone has their own path.
- It's just mine has a higher trajectory. - Clarence: Nuh-unh.
Me and Sumo are on a trajectory, too.
[Gulp!]
[Door opens, closes]
Okay, everyone. Let's quiet down.
Okay, quiet, please. Okay, I'm sure you're all
waiting to see the results of your placement test.
Now, just remember, it doesn't matter if you're
in the advanced group ... uh, quill group ...
- or the, um, other, uh, group ... - Crayon. Right, crayon.
So, everyone has their own path, their own learning style.
Some people have different, you know, special world ... Ugh.
Okay, look ... If you have a crayon on your page, you're with
Ms. Shoop, and if you have a quill, you're with me.
Jeff: Mm-hmm.
[Giggles]
Mmm.
[Grunting]
Ohh.
Clarence: Aw, cool! We get to be crayon brothers!
[Grunts]
Jeff: [inhales deeply]
[sighs] Yep. Still got it.
All right. So, we're not starting our
new groups until tomorrow, so today ...
Jeff: Ms. Baker, may I speak with you, please?
- Uh, right now? - Jeff: Yes, please. Right now.
It's ... It's just that ... I mean, it's funny, really, and
I didn't want to embarrass you in front of everyone,
but you seem to have put me in the wrong group.
See, this is a crayon card, not a quill card.
It's okay, Mrs. Baker. We all make mistakes sometimes.
Uh, no, Jeff. [giggles] This is not a mistake.
You tested into the crayon group.
Jeff: No, no, no, no, no. That can't be right.
You probably got my test mixed up with someone else's.
- This is a mix-up, right? - No, Jeff.
This is your name. This ... This is your test right here.
- Jeff: I-I don't understand. - Oh, I thought you'd be happy.
Don't you want to be with your friends?
[giggle and laughter]
- Sumo: Stop! Stop! - Clarence: Oh, gross! [Giggles]
Jeff: No! I want my life to be better than theirs!
Jeff, I want you to think about what you just said.
[School bell rings]
According to Aristotle, active intellect can take any
information and turn it into knowledge, whereas passive
infil... intellect takes it all for face value?
- That's right, Breehn. - Not according to St. Thomas Aquinas.
[Laughter]
Oh, Chelsea.
[Laughter continues]
Jeff: Ugh.
"'I can't believe I was lucky enough to find all these
delicious trees,' explained Tonya the tapir.
Then Tonya ate all the leaves and berries she could.
Yum, yum, yum. Tapirs love leaves."
[Grunts]
- Clarence: Ohhh. - Sumo: Wow!
Clarence: Sumo, tapirs love leaves. [scoffs]
[clicking] [velcro rips, coins jingle]
[slurps]
[hinges creak]
- Uh, Jeff, what is this? - Open it.
Uh, looks like $2, a pack of gum, and, oh, a moist towelette.
Jeff: It's all yours. I'm willing to negotiate a deal here.
I'll retake the test as long as you make sure to re-evaluate. [Ting!]
Mm-hmm. Everyone has their price, Jeff,
but mine's a little higher than this.
- Jeff: Well, what is it? - Oh, I don't know.
Find me a date with someone who's not a total creep?
Jeff: Deal!
[Breathing heavily]
Wait! Jeff, I was just kidding!
- Jeff: Oh. - I'm sorry, Jeff.
My hands are tied. This is a district initiative.
Jeff: Well, I'm sorry, but I'm not leaving until you put me in your class.
Aaaaaaaah!
- Oh, come on, Jeff. - Jeff: Aaaaah!
[Crying]
What?! Am I not allowed to cry?!
[Both cry]
You got nothin'!
- Sumo: Come on, baby! - Clarence: All right.
Basically, we're learning about history and science.
We're gonna stage a battle between the Vikings and the astronauts.
It's a struggle as old as time.
You just got to pick which team you're on.
[Slurps]
- Jeff: This class is a travesty. - Clarence: Yeah, it's pretty great.
Sumo: Hey, Jeff, you should join the astronauts!
- They got eraser bombs! Ha! - Jeff: Ugh!
[Coughing and gagging]
[Dramatic music]
Ugh! Ugh!
[Breathing heavily]
Aah!
There's got to be a way to make this work!
If I could just show her ... just show her I can do it!
I could just ... I could go in, and then they'd know.
They'd know I'm better ... better than those crayon kids.
[Toilet flushes]
Uh... who were you talking to?
[clears throat]
- No one? - Oh.
Okay. Bye.
Ohh!
Clarence: Oh, there you are, Jeff.
Look, I know you're worried about fitting in with other
crayons, but don't be. You were born to scribble.
Now we're doing homemade yogurt.
Which do you want ... green or brown?
Well, Aristotle was an advocate of organized education.
Agreed, but the problem is that school is inefficient.
We should be focused on a self-directed learning model.
And the only thing keeping us
from that is our compliance with the system as it stands.
[Creaking] Both: Huh?
Jeff: [breathing heavily]
Hmm?
[All murmuring]
Ohh!
Jeff: Scooch over.
- Uh... - Jeff?
Jeff: Who, me? Yes, Ms. Baker?
- Jeff, you know you're not in this class. - Jeff: Hmm. What? No.
[Sighs] Jeff, please leave my classroom.
Jeff: Well [gulps] I-I think I'm okay.
I'm good. Uh, I'm here.
Let's talk about it.
- Jeff, you need to leave! - Jeff: Do I, or do I need to stay?
I mean, come on ... we all know I need to. I'm part of this class.
I'm a guy in this class, you know?
- Uh... we want Jeff! - Huh?
We want Jeff! We want Jeff!
[Sighs]
Aah!
Jeff: Aaaaaah!
No, please! No! I belong in there!
N-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!
[Dial tone]
Ugh.
[Warble! Warble!]
Ooh!
[Warble! Warble!]
[Creak! Creak!] [Pop!]
Huh!
[Crackle! Crackle! Crackle!]
- Ya-a-a-a-a-a-h! - Clarence: Hey, Jeff, what are you doing?
You're supposed to be handing out stickers to all the customers.
You missed like three people, ding-dong.
- A sticker and a smile, remember? - Jeff: Ugh!
What?! I-I don't work here!
Clarence: But you've always worked here.
You don't have any other options. [Echoing]
- Sti-i-i-cke-e-e-rs! - Jeff: Aah! No!
I do have options! You hear me?
- I d-o-o-o-o-o! - Oh. Well, then, by the power
vested in me, I now pronounce you Jeff [gasps] and Ms. Shoop.
Jeff: Aah!
[Snarls]
Jeff: Aaaaaaah!
[Boom!]
[Laughter in distance]
Clarence: Oh, hey, Jeff! Good! You're finally awake!
Huh! Ugh!
Guess what you missed. So, the Vikings split off into
two groups ... the wolf Vikings and the dinosaur Vikings.
Um, and the astronauts ... now they're
the clown astronauts and some kind of lizards, I think.
And there's this one kid who just keeps throwing books,
so you're probably gonna want to look out for that.
[children shouting, glass breaking]
[insects chirping]
[dramatic music plays]
[Music swells]
Jeff: My name is Jeff Randell.
I am a crayon, but not just an ordinary one.
I am special.
My test results have shown that I am perfect ... perfectly average.
You know what that means?
I may not be a quill, but I wish them the best,
because they are flawed and I am not.
Huh?
[Indistinct conversations]
Clarence: Hey, look ... it's Jeff!
- Jeff: What's going on? - Oh, hi, Jeff.
Oh, our little experiment failed.
No more crayons, no more quills.
A class-action lawsuit claims our test was
gender-biased, so we're back to square one.
- You can take your old seat. - Jeff: Wow! Well, all right!
[Conversations continue]
Um, excuse me. This is my seat.
[Deep voice] You best keep on movin'.
Aaa... [Dial tone]
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