Regular Show (2009–2017): Season 7, Episode 21 - Gymblonski - full transcript
Rigby has only one more class to get his diploma, P.E but when he finds out the teacher is an old bully he will have figure out how to pass.
[♪♪♪]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
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.
Why didn't you pass
the first time?
I don't know.
High school was a long time ago.
[BELL RINGS]
All right, you little loafers,
listen up!
Coach McCrackle will no longer
be teaching here.
[ALL MURMURING]
He requested that I read
this letter of resignation
to you all.
[CLEARS THROAT]
"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.
[FOOTSTEPS THUDDING]
[♪♪♪]
[GASPS]
Body check!
Jablonski, no--
Aah!
Set me up!
Ow! Jablonski!
[ENGINE REVVING]
Jablonski!
[LAUGHS]
Jablonski.
Well, Jablonski,
I'll leave ya to it.
Listen up,
you clowns.
Now that
I'm running this show,
things are gonna
be different.
[WHISTLE TWEETS]
Everybody, 20 laps!
Let's go!
Except my little bro, Aiden,
who has already achieved
peak physical fitness.
[CHUCKLES]
Look at this.
I didn't know the school
had a 10-year program.
Listen, high school
was a long time ago.
We've both matured a lot
since then.
Let's bury
the hatchet.
Ha! As if!
You want to fail my class
like you failed at life?
No, sir.
Then get moving!
[ALL PANTING]
JABLONSKI:
Fifty-eight, 59, 60...
Let's go!
More jumps,
less jacks.
[GRUNTING]
Aah!
[WHISTLE TWEETS]
Get back on the rope,
butterfingers!
This ain't nap time.
[ALL PANTING]
Come on, let's hustle.
Only three miles left.
That's right.
Put your backs into it.
I want the Jablonski mobile
spotless before lunchtime.
What does this have to do
with gym class?
Everything! Now keep scrubbing.
[GROANS]
DEAN:
Let me get this straight.
You want me
to fire Jablonski?
Yes, Principal Dean.
[SIGHS]
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 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.
[BELL RINGS]
All right,
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.
[GULPS]
Well, guess what?
That someone just earned
you all extra laps.
[ALL GROANING]
Aw, man. I can't believe
someone snitched.
[WHISTLE TWEETS]
Let's go! Get to it!
[WHISTLES]
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.
[BOTH LAUGH]
[MOCKINGLY]
Ugh! Might want to put
some elbow grease into it.
[CRICKETS CHIRPING]
[GROANS]
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.
Gah! It's not fair. I've done
everything to get my diploma.
I fell down a cave hole,
went to China,
so some meathead
can fail me at gym class.
It's all for nothing!
No, it's not.
You have to beat him
at his own game.
But I'm terrible
at volleyball.
What was that other thing
he was into?
Food...Run?
[GASPS]
Yeah.
[♪♪♪]
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTING]
These times
are pathetic.
[SIGHS]
[SCREAMING]
[SNAPS]
A-plus 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.
W-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.
Hmm! Hmm!
[ALL GASP]
Rigby, no!
All right, but if I win,
you fail,
and you got to wash me
and Aiden's dirty jockstraps
for the rest
of the semester.
[GASPS]
Y-you're on!
Tomorrow night
at midnight.
We'll run to the Cheezers
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.
[LAUGHS]
He's probably all nestled
in his chicken coop.
[BOTH LAUGH]
Chicken.
Chicken.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
[ENGINE REVS]
[♪♪♪]
Evening, Jab-losers.
Well, well, well.
Two dweebs
for the price of one.
Where'd you get that ride,
twerp?
Borrowed it
from my little bro,
who's way cooler
than your little bro.
Let's just get this
over with.
[ENGINES REVVING]
All right, the first team
to pick up their food
and make it back
to the front steps wins!
[♪♪♪]
[GIGGLES]
Gentlemen!
Get ready to place your orders!
On your mark...
Get set... Go!
[PHONES DIALING]
[BUSY SIGNAL BEEPING]
Ugh, it's busy?
[CHUCKLES]
Speed dial.
[PHONE RINGING]
Cheezers.
Yep...Uh-huh.
Extra cheese.
Got it.
All right.
See you soon.
We got a Food Run!
Okay, let's go!
[TIRES SQUEALING]
[♪♪♪]
No! Forget it!
I'm just ordering
at the drive-through.
[TIRES SCREECH]
Hey, it's not so bad here.
Get off
my property!
[BOTH SCREAM]
[TIRES SCREECH]
Aah! No!
[JABLONSKI AND AIDEN
LAUGHING]
Keep your eyes on the road,
grandma!
[GRUNTS]
Ow! Jablonski!
[ENGINE REVS, TIRES SQUEAL]
[♪♪♪]
[BEEPING]
Jablonski's almost there.
Ugh! He's pulling
the drive-through move.
That's so much quicker.
[TIRES SQUEAL]
[PANTING]
Pick up for team Rigby!
Uh, it's almost ready.
[ENGINE REVS]
Sorry.
It's my first day.
[GRUNTS]
Aw, come on!
[PANTING]
U-um...
Just give me my food!
It's my--
It's my first day.
[PANTING, GRUNTS]
Hold this.
[TIRES SQUEAL]
Finally.
Let's go.
[TIRES SQUEAL]
RIGBY: What's the map say?
Go up here.
There's a shortcut.
[TIRES SQUEAL]
Look out!
[ALL GROANING]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
[SCREAMING]
Aah!
[BOTH SCREAM]
Sauce me, bro.
[GRUNTS]
Ah!
[CATS MEOWING]
Shoo! Go away!
[GRUNTS]
I said,
"Get off my property!"
[BOTH SCREAM]
[♪♪♪]
Oh, yeah.
We're gonna win.
BOTH [CHANTING]:
Jablonski! Jablonski!
Jablonski!
[TIRES SCREECH]
[SCREAMING]
[GROANS]
[GROANS]
[♪♪♪]
Go beat Jablonski, dude.
[PANTING]
[IN SLOW MOTION]
Beat him, Rigby!
Beat him so you can finally
get out of my school!
[BOTH PANTING]
No!
[RIGBY GRUNTS]
Team Rigby wins!
[ALL CHEERING]
Yeah!
[CHEERING CONTINUES]
You did it,
dude!
[CRYING]
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!
[SOBS]
Come on, man.
High school
was a long time ago.
You got to get past the glory
days and move on with your life.
Focus on the now.
[SNIFFLES]
You're right.
I got to 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!
Oh, no,
that's cool.
Uh, you can just pass me
in gym class.
You got it, bro.
ALL:
Yeah!
[♪♪♪]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
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.
Why didn't you pass
the first time?
I don't know.
High school was a long time ago.
[BELL RINGS]
All right, you little loafers,
listen up!
Coach McCrackle will no longer
be teaching here.
[ALL MURMURING]
He requested that I read
this letter of resignation
to you all.
[CLEARS THROAT]
"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.
[FOOTSTEPS THUDDING]
[♪♪♪]
[GASPS]
Body check!
Jablonski, no--
Aah!
Set me up!
Ow! Jablonski!
[ENGINE REVVING]
Jablonski!
[LAUGHS]
Jablonski.
Well, Jablonski,
I'll leave ya to it.
Listen up,
you clowns.
Now that
I'm running this show,
things are gonna
be different.
[WHISTLE TWEETS]
Everybody, 20 laps!
Let's go!
Except my little bro, Aiden,
who has already achieved
peak physical fitness.
[CHUCKLES]
Look at this.
I didn't know the school
had a 10-year program.
Listen, high school
was a long time ago.
We've both matured a lot
since then.
Let's bury
the hatchet.
Ha! As if!
You want to fail my class
like you failed at life?
No, sir.
Then get moving!
[ALL PANTING]
JABLONSKI:
Fifty-eight, 59, 60...
Let's go!
More jumps,
less jacks.
[GRUNTING]
Aah!
[WHISTLE TWEETS]
Get back on the rope,
butterfingers!
This ain't nap time.
[ALL PANTING]
Come on, let's hustle.
Only three miles left.
That's right.
Put your backs into it.
I want the Jablonski mobile
spotless before lunchtime.
What does this have to do
with gym class?
Everything! Now keep scrubbing.
[GROANS]
DEAN:
Let me get this straight.
You want me
to fire Jablonski?
Yes, Principal Dean.
[SIGHS]
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 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.
[BELL RINGS]
All right,
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.
[GULPS]
Well, guess what?
That someone just earned
you all extra laps.
[ALL GROANING]
Aw, man. I can't believe
someone snitched.
[WHISTLE TWEETS]
Let's go! Get to it!
[WHISTLES]
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.
[BOTH LAUGH]
[MOCKINGLY]
Ugh! Might want to put
some elbow grease into it.
[CRICKETS CHIRPING]
[GROANS]
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.
Gah! It's not fair. I've done
everything to get my diploma.
I fell down a cave hole,
went to China,
so some meathead
can fail me at gym class.
It's all for nothing!
No, it's not.
You have to beat him
at his own game.
But I'm terrible
at volleyball.
What was that other thing
he was into?
Food...Run?
[GASPS]
Yeah.
[♪♪♪]
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTING]
These times
are pathetic.
[SIGHS]
[SCREAMING]
[SNAPS]
A-plus 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.
W-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.
Hmm! Hmm!
[ALL GASP]
Rigby, no!
All right, but if I win,
you fail,
and you got to wash me
and Aiden's dirty jockstraps
for the rest
of the semester.
[GASPS]
Y-you're on!
Tomorrow night
at midnight.
We'll run to the Cheezers
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.
[LAUGHS]
He's probably all nestled
in his chicken coop.
[BOTH LAUGH]
Chicken.
Chicken.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
[ENGINE REVS]
[♪♪♪]
Evening, Jab-losers.
Well, well, well.
Two dweebs
for the price of one.
Where'd you get that ride,
twerp?
Borrowed it
from my little bro,
who's way cooler
than your little bro.
Let's just get this
over with.
[ENGINES REVVING]
All right, the first team
to pick up their food
and make it back
to the front steps wins!
[♪♪♪]
[GIGGLES]
Gentlemen!
Get ready to place your orders!
On your mark...
Get set... Go!
[PHONES DIALING]
[BUSY SIGNAL BEEPING]
Ugh, it's busy?
[CHUCKLES]
Speed dial.
[PHONE RINGING]
Cheezers.
Yep...Uh-huh.
Extra cheese.
Got it.
All right.
See you soon.
We got a Food Run!
Okay, let's go!
[TIRES SQUEALING]
[♪♪♪]
No! Forget it!
I'm just ordering
at the drive-through.
[TIRES SCREECH]
Hey, it's not so bad here.
Get off
my property!
[BOTH SCREAM]
[TIRES SCREECH]
Aah! No!
[JABLONSKI AND AIDEN
LAUGHING]
Keep your eyes on the road,
grandma!
[GRUNTS]
Ow! Jablonski!
[ENGINE REVS, TIRES SQUEAL]
[♪♪♪]
[BEEPING]
Jablonski's almost there.
Ugh! He's pulling
the drive-through move.
That's so much quicker.
[TIRES SQUEAL]
[PANTING]
Pick up for team Rigby!
Uh, it's almost ready.
[ENGINE REVS]
Sorry.
It's my first day.
[GRUNTS]
Aw, come on!
[PANTING]
U-um...
Just give me my food!
It's my--
It's my first day.
[PANTING, GRUNTS]
Hold this.
[TIRES SQUEAL]
Finally.
Let's go.
[TIRES SQUEAL]
RIGBY: What's the map say?
Go up here.
There's a shortcut.
[TIRES SQUEAL]
Look out!
[ALL GROANING]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
[SCREAMING]
Aah!
[BOTH SCREAM]
Sauce me, bro.
[GRUNTS]
Ah!
[CATS MEOWING]
Shoo! Go away!
[GRUNTS]
I said,
"Get off my property!"
[BOTH SCREAM]
[♪♪♪]
Oh, yeah.
We're gonna win.
BOTH [CHANTING]:
Jablonski! Jablonski!
Jablonski!
[TIRES SCREECH]
[SCREAMING]
[GROANS]
[GROANS]
[♪♪♪]
Go beat Jablonski, dude.
[PANTING]
[IN SLOW MOTION]
Beat him, Rigby!
Beat him so you can finally
get out of my school!
[BOTH PANTING]
No!
[RIGBY GRUNTS]
Team Rigby wins!
[ALL CHEERING]
Yeah!
[CHEERING CONTINUES]
You did it,
dude!
[CRYING]
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!
[SOBS]
Come on, man.
High school
was a long time ago.
You got to get past the glory
days and move on with your life.
Focus on the now.
[SNIFFLES]
You're right.
I got to 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!
Oh, no,
that's cool.
Uh, you can just pass me
in gym class.
You got it, bro.
ALL:
Yeah!
[♪♪♪]