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[upbeat music]
Monday arms, Monday arms, these are my Monday arms.
Hey, what are they doing?
Oh, I almost forgot about that.
We’re voting for class superlatives today.
What’s a superlative? - Mm.
It’s when you’re the best or the most of something.
Like best smile, or most likely to become president.
It’s a huge deal.
I’ve won most musical every year since kindergarten.
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Oh. That’s cool.
How do you win one?
Uh, you have to have something
superlative about you.
The only thing I’d vote you for is...
most forgettable.
Later, Hexagon!
[snickering]
Don’t worry about him, Hazel.
Yeah, the superlatives are fun.
They’re a reflection of what people think of you.
You’ll get a great one.
Uh, but how do you know what people think of you?
We just have to wait until the list comes out.
Yeah, I’m not waiting around for that list.
What’s the matter, squirt?
Worried you’ll get a bad superlative?
You do chew pretty loudly--
wah, wah, wah, wah.
Is that a superlative?
Aah, worse!
I’m still pretty new to the school.
Do enough people know me well enough to give me one at all?
I wish everyone in the school knew me.
Ooh! Like a famous person?
Yeah.
I wish to be famous.
both: 15 minutes of fame coming right up!
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Duh, uh, uh.
Not on my watch.
Father Time, we got this!
No, I got this.
This wish involves 15 minutes of fame.
That’s a time.
Therefore, it is under my jurisdiction.
Oh, there was a whole lawsuit a few years ago.
The Poof-preme Court had to get involved.
I didn’t know the 15 minutes thing was so literal.
Okay, well, whoever’s job it is then,
I wish I was famous at my school.
And I’m running a special.
1,500 minutes of fame for the price of 15.
Ooh.
That’s like--carry the 4, divide by 60--
25 hours!
I’m sure to get a good superlative
with all that extra time.
I’ll take it!
[gasps]
Oh!
There.
You’ll be famous until all the sand
floats through this hourglass.
Have a good time!
[bell chimes loudly] - Whoa!
[snoring]
[smooth electronic music]
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[in slow motion] What?
all: Aah!
Hazel! Hazel!
Oh. Hey, Jas.
[gasps] I can’t believe you know my name!
I’m the president of your fan club.
[scoffs] Jas, you’re my best friend.
Oh, yeah. That too.
Will you sign my shirt?
Sure. You got a pen?
[all clamoring]
Eeny, meeny miney-- this one.
She chose my pen!
Hazel, just the star I wanted to see.
The school board wants to make you our new mascot.
We have a mascot?
Was some kind of squirrel?
I don’t know.
[upbeat music]
[applause]
Hazel, I’m so happy to have you on today.
I love your shirt.
Ah, gratitude.
This shirt was actually my brother’s.
Well, leave it to Hazel to make a hand-me-down
look high fashion!
[applause]
I think I know who’s gonna win most fashionable.
A-ha, you think so?
[chuckles] To be honest, I didn’t even think
I was gonna get any superlative.
[gasps] The whole school is buzzing about you!
- Best autograph! - [whispers] Best fingernails.
Hazel Wells!
I could smell the shenanigan all the way from my office!
Why am I not surprised to find you in the middle of it?
Um, because you think all shenanigans
smell like my shenanigans?
And they usually do.
Why wasn’t Krentz affected by the wish?
Oh, she was.
But with fame comes haters, and Krentz is a grade-A hater.
all: [booing]
All right, all right.
Enough crowding around.
Get out of here! Shoo!
[suspenseful music]
[growls]
What do you think? You’re some sort of celebrity?
[stammers] Kind of?
Well, I don’t think these students
can handle the distraction
of going to school with a celebrity.
- Oh, we can handle it. - It’s all I think about.
I know her birthday and her shoe size.
If your fame prevents these students from going to class
when the lunch bell rings at 1:00 p.m.,
I’ll have no choice but to transfer you
to the Hollywood School for Child Actors and Junior Agents.
That’s not fair.
I don’t wanna transfer schools.
And I especially don’t wanna go to Hollywood.
They don’t even have seasons.
They have season finales.
Today will be yours if you don’t get your act together.
I’m off to start filling out your transfer paperwork.
Oh, I wanna see her! Let me see her!
But wait!
[all clamoring]
Ah! I wish Father Time was here!
[bell tolls]
Ooh. Did someone ask for the time?
I need you to end my 1,500 minutes of fame early.
My principal is threatening to send me to Hollywood.
Eww.
Uh, your fame won’t be over until all of the sand runs out.
Eh, from the looks of it, you have 22 hours left.
But I need to be unfamous in the next hour!
If it were up to me, I’d let you slide.
But time will tell--on me--
and I’ll get in trouble with my boss.
Ugh!
What am I gonna do now?
[lively music]
Ha-ha! Uh-oh.
Hi. I’m Nick.
Whoo-hoo! Nick of Time.
How you doing?
Oh, you look cute. - Say what now?
Nick of time.
That’s my name, and that’s my game.
I’m a fixer, baby.
Just when you think all is lost,
I show up to save the day.
Ugh!
I should have known you’d butt in, Nick.
What if we change the rest of her minutes
to New York minutes?
Wait, what are New York minutes?
A New York minute can move faster than a regular minute.
And thanks to my amazing problem-solving skills,
your 1,500 regular minutes of fame
are now 1,500 New York minutes!
If you act New York-y enough,
you can run out the rest of the sand in your hourglass
by the end of lunch.
But I don’t know anything about New York.
How am I gonna act New York-y?
Ooh! Ooh, we can help!
We went to New York during our 10,000-year vacation.
We can coach you through it.
[in New York accent] Hot dogs! Puffer jacket!
Taxi! Taxi!
Okay, not for nothing.
Here goes something.
Nice.
Let me get a chopped cheese pizza bagel--
with the works.
[bright jazzy music]
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Oh, hey, I’m walking here!
Met Gala! Algonquin!
Sully Sullenberger!
Wow!
The Hazel almost bumped into me.
- So New York! - Mover and shaker!
I am a child and recognize all these references.
Extra! Extra!
Hazel has places to go, people to see.
Oh, no.
At this rate, I’m not gonna make it.
Oh, sure, you will, squirt.
You just gotta do the most New York thing of all--
Put on a Broadway show!
♪ Pack your bags, we’re leaving town ♪
♪ Headed to the city where it all goes down ♪
♪ New York, New York-ity York ♪
♪ we’ll walk fast, talk fast with our hands ♪
♪ Dance in the street and join a band ♪
♪ Getting jazzed in New York-ity York ♪
Oh, subway cars, and, uh, tall buildings?
I wish I knew more New York-y things.
both: On it! - [laughs]
- ♪ Bodega rat ♪ - ♪ And pizza cat ♪
- ♪ Baseball fan ♪ - ♪ And Wall Street man ♪
- ♪ Sewer vent ♪ - ♪ And mystery scent! ♪
Good one.
all: ♪ We’re feeling fresh at Central Park ♪
♪ Shining bright as Times Square ♪
♪ If I can make it here, I can make it everywhere ♪
♪ New York! ♪
♪ New York-ity York! ♪
[applause]
[bell rings]
Yeah!
Uh, I think I have English now.
Oh, no, I’m late for class.
Where’s my lunch?
Extra! Extra!
Wait, what am I doing?
I’m not a reporter. I’m ten.
Looks like someone’s 15 minutes of fame are all up.
I’ve got my nose on you and your shenanigans.
And this nose, much like New York, never sleeps!
Get to class!
[bright jazzy music]
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The superlatives?
Wow, I really lost the thread yesterday.
I completely forgot about those.
[tense music]
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"Most Ahead of Her Time?"
I’ll take it.
[bright jazzy music]
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