Well, I'm concerned about a student of yours.
MS. CURRAN: Oh. Who would this student be?
PETE: Well, I don't really feel comfortable talking about it out here in this hallway. Could we step into this room here?
MS. CURRAN: Well, I believe the chess club is having a meeting in there right now.
(About five or six nerdy looking students walk out of the room talking.)
STUDENT: Oh, Ms. Curran, are you waiting on this room?
MS. CURRAN: Well as a matter of fact I am.
STUDENT: Well we are finished. Cole and John are the only two in there now. They said they need some extra practice for the meet this weekend.
MS. CURRAN: Thank you, Ronald.
(Pete and Ms. Curran walk into the room.)
MS. CURRAN: Okay, sir, should we carry on?
PETE: Yes. We shall. Well, madam, I am a college scout.
MS. CURRAN: You don't look like a scout.
PETE: My condolences, but I found that kind of offensive. Either way, I am a scout for the University of Miami. I would like to know of Zack Parker's grades.
(Pete begins to listen in on Cole's conversation with John while Ms. Curran rambles.)
COLE: So have you applied to any colleges?
JOHN: We're sophomores, Cole. Don't you think that's a little early?
COLE: You can never be too early for anything. I have already received letters from Harvard. All I have to do is keep the grades I already have going and I'm a shoo-in in three years.
PETE (thinking to self): Wow. Absolutely marvelous. He reminds me of a younger version of myself.
MS. CURRAN: Sir, have you been listening to me?
PETE: Ah. My condolences, again, madam. I started watching their chess game. The boy there with the red shirt has completely left himself unprotected from the other young man's bishop.
COLE (looking up at Pete): He's right. You left yourself wide open, John. (Moves his bishop) Checkmate.
MS. CURRAN: Sir, I should report you to the cops. You cannot just wander into a school and begin messing with the students. And you definitely cannot be asking for their records. These students are minors.
PETE: Yes, madam, you are completely right. I'll go ahead and leave.
MS. CURRAN: Please. I'll show you the door.
PETE: No, madam, I'm fine. I can show myself. (Walks into the closed door.) Ow! Oh. I found it. (Opens the door and walks out) Thank you for your time, madam.
PETE (to himself): Phew. That was a close one. (Takes notes) Cole equals Future Harvard Student. Perfect. Now I must find Kara.
(Kara is skating through the school halls with Shawn.)
TEACHER: Hey! Get out of here on that skateboard, Mr. Smith! I will write you up!
KARA (yells back): I'm sorry, Mr. Lewis! I was just leaving!
(Kara and Shawn skate around a corner when Kara runs right into Pete, knocking him over.)
KARA: I'm so sorry, sir.
PETE (getting up, gathering his pad and pen): It's okay, young man. (Looks at Kara's face) Say, aren't you Kara Smith?
KARA: Yes, I am.
PETE (looks down at skateboard): I see you're holding a skateboard. You like to skate?
KARA: I do. Sir, who are you?
PETE: Oh, I'm from the X-Games convention. I heard about you and thought I'd check you out. I'm afraid today isn't a good day for me though. Tell you what, I'll send you something in the mail later this week.
KARA (overjoyed): Oh that sounds great! Here's my address-
PETE: Don't worry about that. I have it already.
KARA: But, how?
PETE: I have my ways. (Walks off, writing "Skater" on his pad.)
KARA: Do you find that weird, maybe even creepy?
SHAWN: Definitely.
SCENE: Hours later. Back at Pete's.
PETE: Perfect. Now I can find the perfect bait for each of these young men. My plan is finally going into effect.
SCENE: Two days later. Each of the young men receives a different letter in the mail, but all tell them to come to the same location.
JOSH (reading his letter to Jaguar): "Come to the International Video Game Convention! Each visitor gets the new Halo 6 game." This game hasn't even come out in stores!
JAGUAR: I got the same letter! But what about the spies?
JOSH: Spies?
JAGUAR: Well at the end, the