All language subtitles for Stuck.In.The.Middle.S02E16.1080p.DSNP.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264.DUAL-C76_Legendas03.ENG

Okay, who broke what?

No, we're just
helping with the laundry.

- Like we do.
- Because we love to.

Oh, man, whatever they broke
is gonna cost at least a grand.

Everything's fine.

But if you wanted
to say thanks,

you could let us go
to the big concert on
the pier next Thursday.

Rocking On Water.

All the biggest bands
in Boston, one night only.

This is the most exciting thing
to happen in Marshport

since the Shoe Outlet opened
on Route Two.

Thursday, as in
school night Thursday?

- No.
- No?!

But it's going to be
the most amazing night ev...

Ooh, paisley knee sock.
Give me some love.

I'm sorry, but I don't
like the idea

of you girls on the pier
at night; it's not safe.

There's plenty of dangers
you should be more worried
about at home.

Even the playhouse
Daphne sleeps in has
been pulled off the market.

BOTH: What?

Yeah, I printed out the recall
notice for you last week.

That roof can collapse
at any time.

Everybody step off.
That playhouse is mine.

Not anymore.
This roof could fall in.

- Says who?
- Harley.
She saw a recall.

Thanks... Harley.

(nervous chuckle)

I feel like you don't
really mean thanks.

But where's Daphne
supposed to sleep?
In the middle of the hall?

I sleepwalk.
She'll have a fat lip,
and I'll have a broken ankle.

Good point. She'll sleep
in the bed that pulls out
from under Rachel's.

The bed below the real bed?

I've said it before.
I don't do trundles.

You've been sleeping
in a dog bed.
This is a step up.

At least the trundle's
meant for humans.

Thanks, Georgie.

- Is your heart racing?
- Oh, yeah.

One small problem
with the trundle bed.

TOM: A shoe caddy?

I needed sandal space,
so I gave away the mattress.

You literally always
say we should donate
what we don't need.

That is literally
so generous.

I guess you girls
will have to figure out

who's sleeping
in the shoe caddy.

Thanks, Rachel.

Are the hairs standing
up on the back of your--

BOTH: Yes.

Great. Now a furious Daphne's
moving into our room.

And Mom and Dad think
a concert would be dangerous?

See you tonight...

roomies.

(door slams)

♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey ♪

♪ Sometimes it feels like
things are outta control ♪

♪ Like you're living in
a circus ♪

♪ Tryin' to figure out
your way in the world ♪

♪ Where you're at
is kinda perfect ♪

♪ So turn it up,
turn it up ♪

♪ Do your thing,
don't stop ♪

♪ Let the games begin,
let's jump right in ♪

♪ I wanna get
stuck with you ♪

♪ In the middle
of the party ♪

♪ We're just
getting started ♪

♪ I wanna get
stuck with you ♪

♪ In the eye of the tornado,
rowin' in the same boat ♪

♪ I wanna get
stuck with you ♪

♪ Get stuck in
the middle with you ♪

♪ I wanna get
stuck with you ♪

♪ You and ya brotha,
sista and your motha ♪

♪ Mean streets
is where I'm from ♪

♪ I'mma ridin'
till I'm done ♪

♪ Comin' at you
from L.A. ♪

Guys.

Clear the set.

I'm trying to film something

to post on my new
E-town McMoney channel.

Hey, Lewie and I are doing
important work, too.

We're looking for garbage
so gross, it'll make you hurl.

Like our TV hero,
Dumpster Jack.

You can't just wear
the Jack suit.

You need to earn
the Jack suit.

Hey, can you film us
holding this rotten turkey leg

to put on
Dumpster Jack's channel?

We posted there
last week,

and 832 people
liked it.

832?!

The most I've gotten
is like five,

and I come from
a family of nine.

You're obviously not eating
the right garbage.

But you are.

You guys should launch
your own channel.

I'll be the director,
you'll be the stars.

We'll call it
Trash Twins.

Our own channel?

And somebody to document
our rise to garbage glory?

- When do we start?
- Now.

Let's hit the bins.

Actually, let me
change first.

E-town McMoney's
saggy pants

are actually
Dad's dress jeans.

Daphne's moving in tonight,

so stash anything you love
in a safe spot.

Like if you were expecting
a tornado or an angry bear.

Hopefully, she won't
sniff this out.

I'm leaving all the cheap stuff
on the dresser as a decoy.

HARLEY: Forget makeup;
Daphne's going to want revenge.

We should probably
sleep in shifts

- so someone can keep
an eye on her.
- Oh, totally.

Last time she was mad at me,

I fell asleep
and woke up with no eyebrows.

Yeah, that wasn't
so terrible.

They needed maintenance.

Hey, sisters.

Hit the deck!

I get it.

You thought I'd be mad.
I'm not.

Okay, what's in
the suitcase?

Spiders, rats?
Just get it over with.

Hit the deck!

Me and Deathnee realized

it would be fun to be part of
the big girls' room.

Now, can someone please
help me get

the dog bed I sleep in?

I like to have
head on pillow by 8:00.

She hasn't moved
for hours.

She's gotta be
dead or asleep.

Either way, she won't
be shaving our eyebrows.

Should we shave hers?
Strike first?

We don't need to.

Turns out the Daphne monster
was mostly in our minds,

which is good,
because I have

the perfect plan
on how to sneak out

for the concert
next week.
Here it is.

We wait till
everyone goes to sleep,

and then we put on
all black.

It's not only stylish;
it's good for sneaking.

Ooh, nice and crispy,
like I like.

Hey, that's mine.

Not anymore.

You can't just--

I can just
anything I want...

unless you want me
to tell Mom and Dad
a few things.

Things? What things?

There's a lot of
interesting stuff

that goes on in
your room at night

when you're supposed
to be sleeping.

Harley's using
outside tools inside.

Rachel's making church clothes
into party clothes.

And Georgie's
racking up charges

playing fantasy softball
with her pals in England.

You want more bacon?
I'll make you more bacon.

Mm-mm.

You obviously don't know
the code of room sharing,

but what happens in
the sisters' room

stays in
the sisters' room.

DAPHNE:
Yeah, that's over.

Now we all live by
another code.

The "do what Daphne wants
or else" code.

Not the best name, but I'm
not looking to impress you.

Daphne, I'm sorry
your playhouse got taken away,

but we didn't do it
on purpose.

Why do you have to go
all gangster on us?

I'm the last man
in the room,

and the youngest.

I don't want
the sticky drawers,

the broken hangers,
the trundle bed.

I'm used to a certain
standard of living.

Your house was two feet
away from the toilet.

I'm going upstairs to see
which of your beds

Deathnee and I
like best.

And now,
I'm starting with yours.

Mom and Dad seem like
such nice people.

How did they produce that?

Guys, she's trying
to rattle us.

We just need to let her
settle in,

then she'll back off
and leave us alone. Hmm?

♪ Someone's in
the kitchen with Dinah ♪

♪ Someone's in the kitchen,
I know, I know ♪

♪ Someone's in
the kitchen with Dinah ♪

♪ Strummin' on
the old banjo ♪

♪ Someone's in
the kitchen with Dinah ♪

♪ Someone's in the kitchen,
I know, I know ♪

♪ Someone's in
the kitchen with Dinah ♪

(lip syncing)
♪ Strummin' on the old banjo ♪

♪ Fie, fi, fiddly I oh ♪

♪ Fie, fi,
fiddly I oh ♪

♪ Fie, fi, fiddly I oh ♪

- RACHEL:
We're done here.
- What?

See, here's the basic
blueprint for Daphne's
playhouse.

If I simply make
a hinge from here to here,

ta-da, faulty
roof problem fixed.

Ta-da! Daphne goes
back to her playhouse.

Ta-da! I stop having
to be a part of things

where we say "ta-da!"

I'm really sorry, girls,
but it's too late.

Your dad already
got rid of the house.

- It's gone.
- Seriously?

It takes him until April
to get rid of the old
Christmas tree,

but he does this
in a day?

Ta-da!

Sorry, but it's
probably for the best.

It's time Daphne grew up
and stopped sleeping in there.

This is just another
Diaz happy accident.

Once again, life steps in

to make us much better
parents than we are.

Life is our co-parent.

I don't need a third parent
or a fourth roommate.

Sorry, life, Daphne's going
back to that playhouse.

And now, the Trash Twins
bring you

found finger food
of the week.

You know pig in a blanket.

Get ready for
pickle in a jacket.

This is your basic dill
wrapped in strawberry
fruit leather,

but use whatever flavor
you have handy.

Have fun with it.
How is it, Beast?

Fantastic!

Well, that's our show,
folks.

Till next time,
Trash Twins are out.

Guys, our channel
is blowing up.

I know. We're total
rock stars at school.

A third grader asked me
to sign her banana peel.

And then she asked
me to eat it.

- Let's go ride bikes.
- Yeah.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

We're hot.

If we wanna keep
this momentum going,

we've gotta create
fresh content.

But Arnie Kaplan's brother
built a bike jump

so awesome, three kids
already broke their arms.

People are waiting to see
what the Trash Twins do next.

Do you want a broken arm,
or 1,000 more followers?

I checked every
toy store everywhere.

Unless you're up for
a road trip to Saskatchewan,

Daphne's dollhouse
is sold out.

Found it!
Right here in town.

It's at Cush's Toy Store.

Cush's?
How far is Saskatchewan?

Why? What's the problem?

Our family may have
a bit of a reputation

with Mr. Cush when it comes
to returning toys.

BEAST: Hey, it came out of
the box that way.

DAPHNE: It didn't say you
couldn't put this in the oven.

LEWIE:
Manufacturing error.

Mr. Cush will never
sell it to us

once he sees
we're a Diaz.

Lucky for us,
there's one Diaz
he doesn't know.

One who is
such a people pleaser,

she's never returned
anything in her life.

I'd like to say
that's not me,

but I'm too much
of a people pleaser to disagree.

Oh, yeah, really dip
that chocolate doughnut
into the clam chowder.

I want to feel the whole
choca-clam doughnut mush.

Dude, we've been
at this for hours!

Even the best garbage
doesn't taste good
after a while.

Yeah, and those peanut butter
oysters are starting

to swim their way
back up.

Can't do this anymore.
We quit.

No, no, no.
You can't quit.

Um, hang on.
New plan.

What if you don't
actually eat?

What if we use
camera tricks

to fool the audience
into thinking you're eating?

Isn't that cheating?

No, it's movie magic.

Do you think they actually
built an amusement park

with cloned dinosaurs?
No.

Do you think they can
by the time we turn 18?

We had a trip planned.

Watch and learn.

This is how you're gonna
fool the general public.

Awesome.

Nice. Good job.
Good job.

Okay, just go up
and ask for the playhouse.

Don't mention
any of our names.

Especially Diaz.
Don't even say
the letter "D."

I got this.
I'm good.

I'm not, but the people pleaser
me doesn't want you to know.

Then the people pleaser
needs to please me
and stop talking.

Hi. I'm... nobody.

Do you have
the Teeny Tots Country Cottage?

Oh, that's a hot item.

We've only got
one left.

Oh, it's my lucky Diaz.

I mean day.

Sorry. I'm so excited,
I can Harley stand it.

I mean hardly.

Just give me the playhouse,
and I'll Beast outta your hair.

Be out of your hair.

Okay, you got me,
Mr. Cush.

I'm Georgie Diaz
from the Diaz family.

I'm Duncan Gloverman
from the temp agency.

Mr. Cush went to lunch.

In that case,
can I get the house?

Quickly. I don't want to
bother Mr. Cush

while he's Ethan.
I mean eating.

Here it is.

You look at this and see
a little plastic house.

I look at this and see...

A miracle!
Adios, Daphne.

Here we come!

Your brand-new, really hard
to get up the stairs

playhouse!

I just need
to hang up the curtains,

but it's exactly
the same as your old one.

Minus the roof that can
flatten you like a pancake.

I don't like it.

Just to be clear, I am not
going back to return this.

Hey, Daphne, you're missing out
on a pretty great tea party.

All the headless dolls
keep asking where you are.

(door opens)

RACHEL:
This is so fun.

I'd live here
if I could.

You should. It would give us
more space in the room.

Is it the dolls?
I know they're creepy,

but in our defense,
those are yours.

They are;
the house isn't.

It's exactly the same.

No, it's not.

Where's the dent from
the pumpkin Lewie
threw at Beast?

Or the chip
where Ethan lost a tooth?

Or the hole from the time
Georgie tried to roller skate?

That's what our family
does to stuff.

We wreck it.

Those are Diaz defects.
This one's perfect.

Not to me.

Hang on.

The defects
are what she likes?

Why?

I guess the holes,
the dents, the dings,

those are her memories.

I had no idea Daphne
had such sentimental feelings.

Or feelings.

There goes
my evil robot theory.

I did a terrible thing.

Because of me, Dad got rid
of Daphne's playhouse.

I had no idea she was
so attached to it.

Here, eat this.

I already said
I did a terrible thing.

You don't need
to poison me.

No, it's fine.

Thanks to a little
food coloring,

I've recreated
the perfect moldy green.

Luckily, we have a lot
of examples in our fridge.

Cool, huh?

Hello?!

BFTF,
feeling sad here.

Where's the love?

I don't know
where the love is,

but the playhouse
is sitting in the dumpster

- in an alley behind
the Sheltons' house.
- What?!

Yeah, I saw it when
I was scouting locations.

You think Dad's gonna go
all the way to the dump

when he can unload it
a block away?

Yes!

Okay, let me talk you
through the "garbage food"
you're gonna eat.

Today's menu features
a moldy bologna sandwich,

but don't worry.

The green
is just kale juice.

Still gross, but you'll
be able to keep it down.

Boy, fooling the general public
is a lot easier than it seems.

Yeah, that general public
is pretty dumb.

MAN: Where are
my Trash Twins at?

That sounds like...

BOTH: Dumpster Jack!!

Hey, little Jacks.

A bunch of fans
turned me on
to your channel.

I was in the area
and figured we could
do dunch.

That's dumpster lunch
for the insiders.

(forced chuckle)

Would you believe
that we already

filled up on
"dreakfast"?

Yeah, that's not a word.

Don't the Sheltons
raise chickens?

I really hope so.

The alternative is
too scary to consider.

Sorry, but I'm gonna
say no to getting in that thing.

I don't have whole outfits
I can just throw away

like you guys.

You can stand there clean,

or get in here,
get Daphne's playhouse back,

and maybe go to
the Rocking On Water
concert tomorrow night.

Fine. But if you tell
anyone this story,

change my name.

Dumpster Jack
and the Trash Twins.

Gonna be epic.

Now, who's ready to make
a dumpster cry uncle?

(weakly)
We are.

Who needs a dumpster?

We got some spontaneous
garbage right here.

Look. Really authentic
fridge mold.

Mmm... eww!

Look at that green.

(making retching sounds)

Hey, guest gets
first bite.

Appreciate the hospitality,

but I drove by a dumpster
on my way here

that I could smell
from Ducksberg.
Let's shoot there.

Last piece!

It's gonna be a while before
I can eat chicken again.

Or anything.

Hey!

There's my
roller skate dent.

It does bring
back memories.

Oh, man.

Someone beat us
to our dumpster.

- That's our sisters.
- Nice.

The family that
dives together thrives together.

Dumpster's all yours, boys.

We gotta get
this thing home.

Taking your meal to go.
Very smart.

If you're trying to lead me into
the woods and leave me there,

you should know,
I'm like a bloodhound.

I'll find my way back
and end your world.

Which is one of the reasons
we don't want you
in our room anymore.

It's your old house.

I reinforced it, so it's safe.

See?
It has a flip-top roof.

We know you love it.

In case you get teary.

Thanks.

"Thanks"?
That's it?

I'm covered in
cock-a-doodle doo-doo.

You three are the reason
I lost my house.

Now it's back.

What do you expect,
a parade?

Okay, not the warm, fuzzy
moment I expected,

but we have our room back.

I can still smell you.
Move along.

We're going to have
to eat real trash.

This wasn't the plan, Ethan.

Guys.

It's hard-boiled.

I can't say
how long ago,

but that's what
makes great TV.
Start rolling.

Beast is typically
more of the egg man
in this operation.

Yeah, I've been meaning
to let you in on that fun.

Go for it.

If I hadn't seen
all your videos,

I'd think that you guys
didn't want to eat that egg.

Nooooo!

Look at you.

This family just gets
better and better.

Stand back.
I'm a-divin'.

Did you use a camera trick
to eat that?

Because you really look
like you're about to barf.

Oh, I am,

but I got you guys
into this mess.

I couldn't watch you look bad
in front of Dumpster Jack.

He's your hero.

He's not our only hero.

Aww.
Getting teary.

Then again, that may be
the kickback from the egg.

Bonus!
Old Chinese food.

And this place was closed
for health violations.

Who's in?

Tell Mom and Dad
I love them.

Ethan, no.

The truth is,
Dumpster Jack,

our taste for garbage
died many days ago.

We're frauds.

We don't deserve
to wear these overalls.

Go easy on yourselves,
little dudes.

This skill takes
years to master.

When I was your age,
I could barely
eat food off the floor.

I can eat off the floor
in my sleep!

In fact, I have.

You keep at it,
and in no time,

you'll be able
to do this.

Yeah.

I can see why
this place was shut down.

Looks like someone's
sneaking out

to go to
the Rocking On Water concert.

Just because you sleep
in a dog bed

doesn't mean
you're a guard dog.

SUZY: Tom, you coming up?

It's Mom and Dad.
Back in the room.

- I locked it.
- What?!

I didn't want Daphne to get in
while we were gone.

- Where's the key?
- In my purse,
on the bed.

What are we
going to do?

I got an idea.

Daphne, what are you
still doing up?

Just enjoying my house.
Pride of ownership.

Don't stay up
too late, beautiful.

Sweet dreams.

Thank you.
Good night.

(door closes)

Coast is clear.

Thanks, Daphne.
Bless your little metal heart.

Hey, you're the one
who got me

this flip-top house.

Besides,
you know the code.

What happens in
the sisters' room

stays in
the sisters' room.

Even if your sister
lives in the hallway.

Daphne may march to
her own drummer,

or sometimes just
hit you with the drum sticks,

but at the end of the day,

she's definitely
part of the sister team.