Freddy is seen entering Mr. Finn's classroom. Mr. Finn's classroom is flooded with overlapping chatter.
Tomika: (through the chatter) And you press this button...
Freddy: What's so exciting?
Zack: Just the greatest drummer in Austin.
Freddy: I don't know if I'm the greatest.
Zack: Not you. Lawrence built a drum machine.
Lawrence pushes a button, which played the sound of drums beating.
Mr. Finn: As a old-school rocker, I'm opposed to haircuts, the man, and a machine making music. But that box rocks!
Freddy: Okay, we already have a drum machine, Lawrence, and his mom drives you to soccer.
Lawrence: I didn't build this thing to replace you, buddy.
Freddy: Good.
Lawrence: The "Freddy 5000" has nothing to do with you.
Lawrence pushes a button, which played the sound of drums beating.
Tomika: Wow. It's like Freddy, but 5,000 times better.
Freddy: Okay, at least, it doesn't have my hair.
Lawrence: Actually, it does.
Lawrence takes out a small wig that looks like Freddy's hair and puts it on top of the drum machine.
Summer: No machine could come close to Fre-- (distracted) Oh, it is so adorable! I wanna hug it.
As Summer got close to the machine, Lawrence swipes it back.
Lawrence: And while humans get tired, nothing can stop the "Freddy 5000".
Freddy picks up the drum machine.
Freddy: Really?
The drum machine clatters and is broken in pieces. Dewey and the students all gasp.
Lawrence: I see you found its flaw.
Mr. Finn: Like so many other drummers, it went out smashed on the floor. So, now we can go back to rockin' old-school.
Tomika: Actually, not yet. I have to hit the little rockers' room.
Tomika walks out of the room for a short time, and runs back in.
Tomika: Principal Mullins is coming down the hall!
Mr. Finn: Why didn't the alarm go off? Stall her!
Tomika runs out of the room. The students scramble.
Mr. Finn: Okay, everybody, we're at DefCon Mullins! Lawrence, did you disconnect the security system to plug in your drum machine? That is so irrespon--
Zack: Somebody's cell phone's plugged in.
Mr. Finn gets his cell phone from Zack.
Mr. Finn: Oh, it's mine. In my defense, I got mad before I knew I was the problem. DefCon Mullins!
***
Hallway. Principal Mullins walks up to Tomika.
Tomika: Principal Mullins! Hi! Um, I need to talk to you.
(cymbal clangs offscreen) Dewey lets out a painful scream.
Tomika: But not here. Too many people around.
She pushes Principal Mullins.
Principal Mullins: But there's...there's no one...uh...
***
Mr. Finn: What? Are you sharpening these, Freddy?
The cymbal clangs on the ground.
Mr. Finn: This is another great argument for the drum machine.
The drum machine clatters on the ground.
Mr. Finn: Stupid drum machine! Mmmmm!
