Hup! Hup! Hup!
Congrats, kiddo, you passed.
All right, so just one of you left
to take the Physical Fitness Exam.
And thus the nightmare begins.
Whoa, whoa...
Oof!
So, the bad news is you failed the test.
The good news is I'll let you try again tomorrow.
The other bad news is that's your last shot.
If you blow it, you don't pass the fourth grade.
But look on the bright side,
I could be your gym teacher for the rest of your life.
...for the rest of your life.
...the rest of your life.
...28, 29.
Okay, everybody.
You're gonna wanna clear out.
Kindergarten gymnastics is starting
and believe me, it is sheer chaos.
I'm mortified.
How did all of you pass the exam and not me?
All I can say is thank goodness
for those SS Fun Time samba classes.
And Boris is aerodynamic because of his hollow bones.
There must be some way to help you pass, Lucy.
What about your sister, Lynn? Isn't she "sporty"?
Too sporty, I'm afraid.
She'd make me do torturous things, like sit-ups.
No, I need something fast and easy.
And that means doing what The Morticians Club does best.
Magic!
Complaining.
Both answers are valid, but I meant magic.
Ooh, I'm lovin' your new spellbook, Persephone.
Nothing like real dragon leather.
A birthday gift from my parents.
It came in the Sassy Sorceress kit.
Ooh!
It looks like the first ingredient
for the athletic potion is the hair of a cat,
for nimbleness.
A weightlifter's yell, for strength.
Curse these hollow bones.
A whoopee cushion, for greater lung capacity.
Now it says dip a pair of running shoes in the potion
and then put them on.
Ow.
After those shoes.
And they're off to the laces.
This next plan should be foolproof.
If I make you older, you won't be in fourth grade.
Hence, you won't have to take the test.
Wah.
Whoops, wrong direction.
Whoops, too far.
I have to pee before you change me back.
Can't hold it like I used to.
Just one drink of this "memory-begone" potion
and Coach will forget that you need to take the test.
Mmm...
Um, Persephone, didn't you read this label?
"May cause dizziness or lizardness."
Next year I'm asking for cash for my birthday.
Hear me out, what if we don't turn Coach back?
No test for me, he suns himself on a rock all day.
Win-win.
Sigh. Worth a shot.
There he goes!
Careful, Dante.
You knocked down this old photograph of "Speedy Edie."
Hmm. This says that Edie won these trophies
as a student here back in the 1920s.
She went on to become a famous multi-sport athlete.
Gasp. I know how to fix my problem.
Everyone, to the cemetery. Away.
We should probably change Coach P back first.
And soon.
Oh, dear Edie, thou art so speedy.
I beg thee, come, for I am needy.
That's gotta be my fastest sprint
from the afterlife yet.
Which one of you guys was clocking me?
'Kay. No one. Great.
So, Bangs, what's up?
I need you to take over my body
and pass my school fitness exam for me.
I'd be eternally grateful.
What're we talkin'?
A hundred-mile course, 300 pushups,
climb the side of a high-rise building?
Swing a bat, kick a ball, and jump through tires.
Wow, what has physical fitness come to in this town?
Well, I'm always up to stretch my haunted hammies.
Edie's in, literally.
Okay, test time.
Sorry. I don't know why I keep doing that.
Thanks for helping me pass, Edie.
You were amazing.
That's why they call me Speedy.
That and 'cause I talk fast. And eat fast. And drive fast.
And do everything fast.
Matter of fact, I hold the state record
for fastest time in long distance running.
Is that fast, or is that fast?
Not fast enough.
- Someone beat your record. - What?
Well, how can that be, magic hand box of knowledge?
Well, we're just gonna have to fix that.
Otherwise, those wise guys in the afterlife
will never let me forget it. Bangs!
You have to let me possess you again so I can beat the record.
Sorry, but I've had enough exercise and possession
to last all my lives, past and present.
Oh, I get it.
Thanks to Edie, you pass the fourth grade.
And what do I get in return?
A big...
It's fine. I'll spend an eternity haunted by shame.
And when I float by, they'll laugh.
They'll say, "There she goes, 'At a Modest Pace Edie.'"
- Fine. I'll do it. - Attagirl, Bangs!
Now, if we're gonna break the record,
I gotta get you in tip-top, tippity-top condition.
This isn't a two-bit kiddie fitness test.
Long distance running requires intense training starting now.
Whoa.
Next!
Whew!
Huh?
Sigh.
This will help you achieve maximum speed
by strengthening your tushy.
I ain't askin' no questions.
When a glowin' ghost lady says get on the tractor,
you get on the tractor.
Is that all you got, Bangs?
Now that's what I'm talkin' about!
I'd say it's time to go break that record.
Let's do it!
Alarmed yell.
They've been running since dawn.
Lucy must be dead tired by now.
Look, she approaches.
We missed beating the record by four seconds.
Well, Bangs, we'll just have to hit the training even harder.
Come on! Let's see some hustle! We got a lot of work to do.
I can't do this anymore. Your training is torture.
But you said you'd help!
And I haven't broken the record yet.
Sorry.
I hate to do this to you
but I am as desperate as I am speedy.
If you don't help me, I'll tell your coach
you didn't take the fitness exam yourself.
And that means fourth grade forever.
Great. Blackmailed by a ghost.
I guess this is what I get for cheating in the first place.
Hey. Where you goin', Bangs?
To make this right.
Let me get this straight.
You wanna redo the test because last time you cheated
by having the ghost of a 1920s athlete possess your body?
Eh, I've heard weirder.
Okay, knock yourself out, Loud.
Here goes nothing.
Congratulations, Lucy.
- You passed all on your own. - Thanks.
I guess all that training with Edie helped.
You're welcome, Bangs.
So, no hard feelings
about me not helping you break the record?
No way. I ended up finding somebody
who was more than happy to help me.
With my speed and his hollow bones,
we'll be unbeatable.
Boris is going to be a champion!
♪ May sound bad but ain't the case ♪
♪ In the Loud House Loud House ♪
♪ Duck and dodge and push and shove ♪
♪ That's the way we show our love ♪
♪ In the Loud House Loud House ♪
♪ Laundry piles stacked up high ♪
♪ Hand-me-downs that make me cry ♪
♪ Stand in line to take a pee Never any privacy ♪
♪ Chaos with 11 kids ♪
♪ That's the way it always is In the Loud House ♪