Rodrick Heffley leaned against the bleachers' railing, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. Below, there was you, running across the football field, oblivious to what was about to happen. Then, without warning, Rodrick's voice echoed through the school's speakers.

"You're just too good to be true..." from above, Rodrick walked through the bleachers, gesturing wildly. He walked down a flight of steps, pointing directly at you, who now crossed his arms, fighting a smile. "...Can't take my eyes off you..."

"...I love you, baby!..." he slid down the metal fence, nimbly descending and approaching the field, his body moving in a relaxed rhythm. "...and it's quite alright, I need you, baby..."

Meanwhile, the school security guards began to chase Rodrick for using the PA system without permission. Rodrick, always irreverent, keep singing, avoiding the employees, maintaining his good humor.