01x14 - We'll Fix It in Editing

[bunniefuu]

The key club meeting will be moved

from 4:45 to 4:30 today.

And next up on our weekly spotlight,

reporter Seth Wozmer has an amazing story.

Seth.

Thank you, Phil.

I call my piece "Mr. POTATO CHIP HEAD."

Roll it.

Does this potato chip look familiar?

I--I'll give you a hint.

That's right.



He was our first president,

George Washington.

And so I've begun my quest

for more ex-presidents.

Careful what you snack on.

It may be Abe Lincoln.

[crunch]

Fantastic stuff, Seth.

Oh.

Does this remind you of anything, Phil?

Yes, actually-- lunch.

Mmm.

It--it was Eisenhower.

He's delicious.

And we're clear.

Good show, everybody. Whoo.

For those of you that thought

video production class
would be a cakewalk,

this just in-- it isn't.

Tomorrow we get together
and do it all again.

Uh, speaking of which,

Tia, your cue cards are upside down.

No, they're not.

[sighs] So, uh...

For next week's spotlight,

has anybody got an idea
they want to pitch me?

Oh, yes, I--I do, Mr. Weatherwax.

All right, Diffy,

I want blood. I want guts.

I want...

[Weatherwax belches]

I want an antacid.

Pickford, California, 1953.

Sarah Beakman, ketchup factory worker--

nobody, really.

Until one fateful day,

a meteorite rockets through the sky
and nearly crushes her.

My spotlight will focus
on this historic day

and the brave woman who nearly died.

Mr. Weatherwax, this story
needs to be told.

I don't know about you, Mr. Weatherwax,

but I love it.

I love it, too.

Make it good, make it on time,
and make it...

[belches]

Under budget.

[door closes]

♪ Meet a boy named Phil ♪

♪ And his family ♪

♪ He's on vacation
From the 22nd century ♪

♪ Got a rented time machine,
And they're on their way ♪

♪ To a time way, way, way
Back in the day ♪

-♪ So now it's Phil ♪
-♪ Phil ♪

♪ Phil of the future ♪

♪ Keeping it together
Just as best as he can ♪

♪ Phil ♪

-♪ Phil ♪
-♪ Phil of the future ♪

♪ He's a 22nd century man ♪

♪ 22nd century man ♪

♪ On a holiday through history ♪

♪ But the final destination
Was a mystery ♪

♪ 'Cause something
On the time machine had blown ♪

♪ And so they ended up
Right here in our time zone ♪

-♪ So now he's Phil ♪
-♪ Phil ♪

♪ Phil of the future ♪

♪ Never knew in history
Just where he would land ♪

-♪ Phil ♪
-♪ Phil ♪

♪ Phil of the future ♪

♪ He's a 22nd century man ♪

♪ Phil ♪

♪ Phil of the future ♪

♪ He's a 22nd century man ♪

Hey, I just wanted to thank you guys
for offering to help with my project.

[beep]

I know if we stay focused and organized,

it'll be great.

No problem. It'll be fun.

Well, I'm giving you the lead part.

So, being the director's
best friend pays off.

[all] Ooh!

Dude, when did you add the shelf?

It came in on Monday,
installed on Tuesday,

stained on Wednesday,
sealed this morning.

When you do something, you go all out.

Phil's a perfectionist.

No, I'm not.

Well, if everyone would raise a glass,

here's to my first production.

I'm sure it'll be great.

Whoa. Hey, there.

Use a coaster, will you, bud?

Uhh.

Sorry.

[squeaks]

Fast-walking is so gentle
on my joints.

I feel like I'm on
an aerobic pleasure cruise.

[wrestler] Uhh! Uhh!

[announcer] Game over. Domo arigato.

I love gym class.

Head scratch.

That Pim Diffy is so fast,

I didn't even see her pass us.

[stopwatch ticking]

[ticking stops]

Boy, am I pooped.

Poopity-poop.

It's unofficial, but I think Pim

just shattered the school record.

I'm telling you, she's got the stuff.

Well, that was quite a workout,

so I'm going to go hose off.

People in this century are so clueless.

Pim, I heard about
what happened in P.E. Today,

and I'm not happy about it.

You're not?

You fast-walked the half mile

in under 6 minutes?

Where have you been hiding,

you little fast-walking machine, you?

Not in the bushes.

Ha! Pim, H.G. Wells has produced...

A long line of world-class fast-walkers.

Pim...

You have the potential to put our school

back on the map,

so I took the liberty of signing you up

for the Pickford Invitational.

-I hope it's OK.
-Well, I--

look at the time.
I've got to walk to a meeting.

I've got to walk to a meeting.

[laughs]

You may have to go walk...

But I don't.

Pim Diffy doesn't walk for nobody.

Grammatically, I believe it's...

"Pim Diffy doesn't walk for anybody."

See you at the invitational.

[knocks]

Sorry, Goldilocks.

The 3 bears moved down the street.

Pim, I just came to drop off
some high-protein muffins.

You'll build lean muscle mass quicker.

And why would I want to do that?

Goofy goose,

they're to help you
with your fast-walking race.

Well, I've got some bad news
for you, Berwick.

Not doing it.

But thanks for the muffins.

[horn honks, engine revs]

[brakes screech]

Oh, dear.

You Pim Diffy?

Yeah, that's me.

Who wants to know?

Frank Rizzo, that's who.

I heard that you broke 6 minutes today.

What are you doing?

You see, I like to take photos
of my competition...

Before I beat them.

Welcome to Rizzo's road k*ll. Ha ha.

If you're so fast,
then why are you riding on that thing?

You see, I'm saving myself.

These million-dollar legs,

they don't even touch
asphalt until race day.

See you, loser.

[tires squeal]

My word, I believe he was talking smack.

Good thing you're not racing.

Are you kidding me?

That chump is going down.

If I want to beat him,

I'm going to have to get inside his head,

get some dirt on him,

find out what makes him tick.

Berwick, you can help.

Yippee! I'd love to help!

I'd love to help!

I'd love to help!

Whee!

[boing boing boing]

All right, so let me set the scene.

The year is 1953.

Hey, hey, guys, guys,

can I have the stage, please?

Thanks.

Sarah Beakman-- that's you, Keely--

is taking a walk in Pickford Park.

Oh, I thought it might help

if I wore some cool glasses.

I have these...

-No.
-Or these.

Definitely not.

See, actually, Sarah Beakman,
she wore these.

But these aren't cute.

No, but they're authentic.

All right, Sarah, you see the meteorite

hit the ground over there.

Uh, Seth, you're on slate.

Got it, Mr. director.

Uh, Tia, you know how to work
the smoke machine?

Yeah, um, which button is it?

I think it's right about--

-[coughs]
-Oh, found it.

Excellent. Great. Thanks.

All right, everybody, let's get set.

Places, please.

Scene apple, take one.

Where'd you learn that from?

Oh, my uncle was on the gong show.

It's this really great story about--

Great. No time.

And...action.

Now, Sarah, you hear a loud noise

coming from over there.

Cue smoke.

There we go.

Oh, my goodness! A smoking rock.

I'd better call local scientist
Virgil Toushi.

And cut. It's Virgil Tucci.

Got it.

Ok.

Get some more smoke here?

And Seth?

Yeah. I'm on it.

Scene Apple, take 2.

And...action.

Oh, my goodness! A smoking rock.

I'd better...

-Line?
-Cut.

Scene Apple, take 12.

A smoking rock!

[snaps fingers] I'd better call...
That science guy.

Cut.

[coughs]

Uhh!

Take 37.

Oh, my gosh! A smoking rock.

I'd better call local scientist
Virgil Tucci.

Cut.

-Boo-yaa!
-Yes!

You nailed it, Keely.

Actually, no.

You said, "oh, my gosh,"

and the line is, "oh, my goodness."

So what? Close enough.

Close enough isn't good enough, OK?

You know what? Everybody
take a 5-minute break.

All right? I'll reload the camera.

Keely...

You may want to look
over some of your lines.

Boy, that Phil is really
cracking the whip.

[sighs] It's OK.

You know Phil. He's...

Just trying to do a good job.

Heel, toe. Heel, toe.

Heel, toe. Heel, toe.

Heel, toe. And sip.

Bad news, Pimsy.

I'm in a fast-walking
chat room and asked around,

but nobody has any dirt on Frank Rizzo.

Tickle spots, funny nicknames?

How about a nose-picking habit?

I'm telling you, he's squeaky clean--

he goes to bed at 7:00.

He eats all of his vegetables.

I mean, Frank doesn't even like girls.

According to speedyg412,

it looks like old Frank is totally afraid
of girl germs.

Afraid of girl germs?

Excellent!

-Aah!
-[crash]

Well, Dr. Virgil Tucci...

The meteorite came from that direction,

the Northwest sky, and landed here.

Cut.

Now what?

You're using the wrong hand.

So?

So, when you use that hand,

it disappears behind his head,

and it ruins the entire shot.

I can move my head.

No, Seth, don't move your head.

Jeez, Phil,

I knew you were a perfectionist.

I didn't know you were so bossy.

I am not bossy,

and I'd appreciate if you didn't
say that about me.

Trust me,

you are bossy,

yelling, "cut," all the time.

Cut, cut, and cut!

Just do it the way I tell you.

Is that so hard to understand?

I feel like taking a break.

[hisses]

-Keely!
-Oh! Oop!

You can't sit on the meteorite!

What are you thinking?

You want to know what I'm thinking?

I think I'm going to go home.

Fine.

Fine.

I think it went pretty well today.

Uhh! Are you kidding me?

It was a disaster.

I only got half the shots I wanted.

We have a huge job ahead of us to somehow

piece it together in editing.

Well, Keely didn't mean
to break the meteorite.

I know.

Well, I think you
kind of made her feel bad.

I made her feel bad?

She was the one who
kept changing her lines.

And what about the shot where she kept
pointing with the wrong hand?

I can't use that shot, Seth.
She was k*lling me.

I can't use any of those shots.

Yeah, I got it.

I think everyone's got it.

I think the neighbors got it.

So, boss man...

I think I'm gonna head out.

Wait.
Where are you going?

I--I thought you were gonna help me
with my editing.

I still have music
and voice-overs to do.

Oh, that's OK.

I'm sure you can do it
better than I can.

Yeah.

Ok.

No biggie.

I can do this by myself.

Yeah. I don't need anybody.

Why am I talking to myself?

Now I sound like Pim.

[gasps] Stop that.

Phil, you all right?

This is hopeless.

Son, I know life
can look hopeless sometimes,

a bleak void that we just
can't find our way out of.

Dad...

I'm not talking about life.

Oh!

I'm talking about this project.

All my friends bailed on me,

and there's nobody to help.

Then just use your replicator.

Really? Are you sure?

Yeah. We're in the privacy
of our own home.

Cool.

Thanks, Dad.

[electronic buzzing]

And...replicate.

Replicate.

Hey, Phil.

Hey, Phil. Nice to see ya.

You, too, Phil.

Thanks, Phil.

Phil, looking good. That's a nice
color on you.

All right, replicants, enough chitchat.

Guys, guys, we got a video to produce.

All right, now, Phil number 2,

I want you to do some background music.

Background music for a meteorite.

Ok, how's this?

[sings Beethoven's Fifth]

Uh, good.

Maybe a bit overdramatic.

Overdramatic? [scoffs]

Ok, whatever.

Now, Phil number one, I need you to start
downloading footage.

[Keely] I better call
local scientist Virgil Tucci.

That's the meteorite?

Yeah. Why?

Good job. Not.

Well, it was good
before Keely sat on it.

[happy synthesizer music plays]

Hey, yeah. That sounds good.

You like that?

Yeah. Why?

It should be more fifties Sci-Fi.

Fifties Sci-Fi?

[scoffs] Ha!

Look, just do it the way I tell you.

Is that so hard to understand?

You see how hard he is to work with?

Wait, you just--

I--

you just said what I said to Keely today.

You owe me an apology.

Sorry, bro.

It's OK. I know how hard
we are to work with.

Yeah.

[all] Totally.

[plays happy synthesizer music]

Oh, yeah.

These legs haven't seen
action for 4 whole days.

They're like powder kegs ready to blow.

Ok, Berwick, you know the plan?

Backwards and forwards.

Here. Don't blow it.

Ok.

Come on, Frank!

Yeah! Come on, Frank! Come on!

Well, Pim, as it turns out,

I have another gear.

High gear.

Oh, that's great.

You'll get your victory kiss
that much sooner.

Victory kiss?

See that girl down there?

She's waiting for you.

Her? Why?

She's got a thing for fast-walkers.

She's waiting to give you

a big ol' smoocheroo at the finish line.

What's the matter, frank? You're not
afraid of girls, are you?

Aah!

Yeah!

Way to go, Pim!

Way to go, Pim! We did it!

Slap me some skin!

Right on, sister!

Pim Diffy, you dynamo, you!

What an exciting moment in Wells history!

And it's going to continue.

Say what?

Next week, you're set to race

in the beautiful city of Alta Looma!

Then Sheboygan! Then Petalooma!

We're gonna start you on intense
training, Pim.

6 A.M. tomorrow morning,

see you right here on the track.

Yeah!

Dream come true.

Hey, guys. What's going on?

Not much.

Yeah, not much.

What's up with her?

Same thing that's up with me.

Hey, Keely, can I talk to you for a sec?

Sorry. Late for class.

[guitar playing]

[Phil] It's been 70 years
since the pickford meteor

came crashing down on our little town.

No one really knew what an impact
it would have,

but that crazy space rocket
has affected all of us here

in one way or another.

Me, it's taught me a valuable lesson
about friendship.

See, the meteor is made from strong
material, just like friendships.

But if there's too much turbulence,

they can both break apart
into fiery tidbits of dust.

The difference is you can put
a friendship back together,

if it wants to be.

So I hope this report
can help mend my friendship.

Heck, I don't know if Sarah Beakman
even had any friends

or if she was just one of those
loner scientist types

who wears the same clothes
every day, never showers.

But if it weren't for her,

I never would've realized how much
my friends really rock.

And that's the morning announcements.

And we're clear.

Well done, Phil Diffy. Well done.

Phil, that was very touching.

Thank you.

But you promised me a meteorite story,

so D+.

Phil! Phil!

I think that's the nicest thing
I've ever seen.

But you didn't have to do all that.

Yeah, I did.

You helped me realize

that sometimes I get carried away.

I mean, it wasn't just you.

I kept messing up my lines, and then
I couldn't remember--

No.

No, you were right.

I am a perfectionist,

and that's not always a good thing.

So, you really like the video?

I mean, weatherwax gave me a d-plus.

I think if I just
got that one shot--

Phil.

It was perfect.

Yeah. Yeah, it was, wasn't it?

So...

[inaudible]

[knock on door]

Entrez.

Ok, Phil. I'm done in the bathroom.

Well, it's about time.

I was about ready to go down to
the gas station.

Hope you left some hot water.

This is
my worst nightmare!

You got any more pizza?