01x00 - The Party (Pilot Episode)

[bunniefuu]

Hi, I'm Ginger Fowley.

Every single thing that happens to me

gets recorded in my journal, and I've

been doing that ever since. I like

learned how to write. These

are my two best friends. Dodie keeps me

updated on all the latest school gossip,

and Macy keeps me updated on all the

latest school health risks. That's my

little brother, Carl. He's a total freak.

Mom. He's in my room. Kids stay

away from each other, stop playing with

each other. My mom, you know, she keeps

telling me that these are like, the best

years of my life. And I'm thinking,

who is she kidding?

Good morning, student body. As some of

you may have already heard, Lucky Junior

High will close early this Wednesday so

the state inspection team can look into

claims linking our high clause not only

entirely with the recent bout of Vertigo

sweeping the school.

Close to the girl.

Don't you have a stupid bench?

And I was saying after our customary

sloppy Jane burritos will perform our

song and then collapse from midnight

screening of the little seal girl. And do

you think my lineup is too routine?

Well, you did change the order of the

song in the video. That's kind of

different.

Macy Ginger. What do you smell? Fish

sticks. Fish stick, Robert. No, it's

the scent of a total and extreme

popularity. Actually it's

teen venom. Don't even

think about wearing it until you're like

23. Oh,

hi, Courtney Ginger. Well, that hot lunch

line really does a frizz job on your

hair, doesn't it?

Tell me this is just some twisted social

experiment. Let's just see what she's

made of Miranda. Besides, they won't bite

you. I wouldn't put it past the little

one.

I can't believe it. Am I

dreaming? If you are, so am I.

What's going on? Look, Darren Courtney

Griffling invited me to her party

tonight. Whoa. That's major. My

brother's going to be there. Oh, great.

Boys will be there.

Oh, you're in, you're in. Oh, the

duty. What about your slumber party?

Get it? This is our future. We're talking

about it. I heard about this woman girl

who got invited to one of Courtney's

parties and didn't go. She was

mysteriously transferred to another

school at night, her locker

untouched. Seems like I'm going to throw

up. Me too. Hold

your lunch. I got everything under

control. Macy, you get the makeup. I'll

work on an outfit. Ginger, be at my house

at 7:00. I've got some great little

sealed girl lip gloss.

Dear Macy, you can't keep buying makeup

at the toy store. Courtney Griffin's

parties. That's major. It's so

weird. One day I'm a normal geeky kid

like you. No offense.

Understood. Just 10 more months to

removal unless there's another gum

infection. Anyway, the Courtney

grippling phenomenon changed everything.

Now I'm sort of in this crowd without

Dodie and Macy with me, and I don't know

how to act. What if I do something

totally uncool? No problem, Ask my

brother what to do. Oh, I owe you big

time, Darren. You want my little

brother?I

heard that.

Hospital pudding.

f*ck her skin and everything.

How can you eat that stuff? It was made

for sick people. I got a college.

Come in, Pudsey. Courtney Griffin's

having a party tonight. Can I go? Aren't

you going to Dodie's for a sleepover?

Mom, this is a party. I'm talking about

Robert Joseph. How many times do I have

to cancel that? Mom, there's going to be

boys there. It's fine, Ginger. You'll

just have to take Carl.

Seriously, I have to work tonight and

there's not a babysitter from here to

Jersey that'll watch your brother without

a security deposit.

It's simple, Ginger. You could stay home

with Carl. We can take him to the party.

I'm sure it'll be fine with your new

friend. I can't

go. You have to go. Ginger Fatty.

We have been best friends since

kindergarten. I loved my sister. It's

more. Anyway, I

must advise you that you could witness

first hand the kinds of things that,

well, kids like us have only dreamed

about. I wonder what they do at boy girl

parties. We'll find out,

because Ginger is going to that party.

Macy. Lip gloss. Knock, knock. Hey,

Darren. Hey. I scored the party info for

my brother. Well, don't

eat dips. What?

It's uncool. Don't eat dip.

That's no information. Oh, what else did

he say? You're so annoying. Get out of my

room. I can't work with that.

Sorry Dodie, but no, this Ian

Richton will be in attendance.

I hope he knows about the dip, Ginger.

He's your destiny. I'm

going. Let's escape

from the desert. Come on. The forward

trader for camels. I just have to find

someone to watch Carl. Sorry,

Ginger. My mom says Carl can't stay

here without you. Ever.

Here's the deal. I go to the party, you

stay outside, it'll cost you. Name

it. Your toenail clippings

for three weeks? That is so gross.

Deal deal. But no

eating them in front of me this time.

Oh, they had to drop you at birth?

What are you doing? You decapitated a

plaster duck?

Hi Courtney. Hello Ginger.

Everyone read Ginger in a mildly

convincing manner that makes it seem like

your close friends. Hi,

Ginger, how are you? Really, Really.

Care for some dish?

No thanks.

All right, who's the leak?

Patience, it's early.

Hey.

Pony girls are hot. We live on a yacht

and go cha cha cha Shetland pony solo

dryer. That's

all we'll see.

Take it away, frisky pony.

Carl, you should see me now in

a situation where you're cold red, cold

red. Pudsey, we need you to be a pony

girl.

You just washed in. There you are, Ian.

Ian Richton also belonged to me.

Draw the blind, dim the light, hand out,

mint. It's time for spin the

bottle.

Normally I would take the first spin,

but I want our little newcomer Ginger

Fowley to go first.

Ian, nice shirt.

My little brother has one just like it.

My uncle Barry gave it to him.

Did you see that dog? These teens are

spazoids. Don't

talk, Paul.

Kiss kiss

kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss

kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss

kiss kiss kiss kiss Kiss kiss kiss kiss

Kiss Kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss

kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss.

This

was any other night, you'd be so dead.

Does this mean our deals off?

My parties.

It was a real custody, right

between the lips and the cheek.

A leak? How was your party?

Oh wait, it's still going on. We're

getting kind of wild too.

Call me

tomorrow.

You want my little brother?I heard

that.