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Babysitting aliens can be pretty intense.

Gwar-Gwar!

Whether you're helping a GwarGwarian

prepare for her combat final...

...washing Larqwan dust out of your favorite windbreaker...

...or singing an aquatic lullaby

to a fish-boy who can't fall asleep...

It's a gig that pretty much

keeps you busy 24-7.

But it's all good.

'Cause I'm Gabby Duran, and I'm the...

...best babysitter in the galaxy.

♪ Oh, yeah

♪ I do normal like a fish rides a bicycle ♪

♪ Fit in like summer and an icicle ♪

♪ Don't fight it, just be an original ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh

♪ I roller skate outside the lines ♪

♪ When I try to stay in, it's no surprise ♪

♪ It's a fail, it's okay, I'm one of a kind ♪

♪ One of a, one of a kind

♪ So anytime I feel some type of way ♪

♪ Don't understand the human race ♪

♪ So what, so what, so what

♪ I do my thing, I do my thing ♪

♪ You do your thing, You do your thing ♪

♪ When we don't fit in♪

♪ We stand out in the crowd and we shout it loud ♪

♪ I do my thing, I do my thing ♪

♪ I'm the one and only, I'm the one and only ♪

♪ Don't try to fit in, Don't try to fit in ♪

♪ Mm-hmm, I do my thing

Hey, Gabby.

Jeez, Wes. You can't be sneaking up on me like that.

So, I notice your hair's in a funny bun today,

which means one of two things.

You didn't get enough sleep,

or you're trying a new disheveled look.

Fish Lou kept me up all night.

Then I had to swing by Fritz's before school.

One of his androids went rogue,

chugged a bottle of motor oil,

and just started punching everything.

That's awesome.

And honestly, kind of terrifying.

Hey, you still coming over today?

No can do, hombre.

I got a Zagellian to slime drain,

then I gotta feed the Vibrabird,

before heading to a new babysitting gig.

Uh, Gabby, that's not your locker.

It's the one next to it.

Oh. My bad.

Next to it the other way.

Pssssh, yeah, I knew that.

I was just goofin' on ya.

You're so goofed right now.

Hey, Gabby.

Have you ever thought about, like,

taking a break?

From what? School?

Wait. Can I do that?

No. From babysitting aliens.

It's a lot. And no offense, but,

you seem kinda tired.

Wes, have you ever felt the total rush

and insane sense of purpose

that comes with being the only human in the entire galaxy

chosen to babysit aliens?

Come on. You know the answer to that question, Gabby.

Why would you do me like that?

Exactly! Not to mention, it's the most fun

and exhilarating thing ever.

So, yeah, I may seem kinda tired,

but that doesn't mean I'm gonna pull the E-brake on the fun train.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've gotta go to class.

Gabby, that's a--

Trust me, a break is the last thing I need.

Janitor's closet.

Goof. Just a goof.

You should see the goof on your face right now.

-Thirty-four seconds.

Best time to date, Henrietta.

Hey, little Duran.

Where's the big one?

She said she'd help me with some stupid homework

the Orb gave me.

Gabby's helping you with homework?

What subject? Social not studies?

Ha ha. Epic roast, Liv.

Ew. Why is that bear so small?

Uh, she's a gerbil, and her name is Henrietta.

She's perfect.

I'm putting her through this timed obstacle course

for a project in my science class.

But it's homework stuff,

so you probably wouldn't understand.

How dare you?

And for the record, your tiny bear looks slow.

My Blurble could do that thing way faster.

Um, what on Earth is a Blurble?

This magnificent creature right here is a Blurble.

My Blurble. His name is Jeremy, and he's like a son to me.

-Do something cool!

It looks like a creepy stress ball.

Oh, it's a creepy stress ball.

Of perfection! And like I said,

it'd beat that scuzzy trash bear of yours in a race any day.

You can barge into my room.

You can eat all of my family's cheese--

-How'd you know? -You reek of sharp cheddar.

But you can never insult my gerbil.

I challenge you to a race.

My beautiful, flawless gerbil

against your fuzzy blood clot.

Jeremy's gonna dunk your gerbil in a soap bucket

and mop the floor with it.

And after that, we're gonna eat a bunch more of your cheese.

It's gonna be a great time.

Oh, no. It's gonna be a bad time.

'Cause Henrietta and I,

we bad. We real bad.

You're goin' down.

So, this is the basement,

which I've turned into my own personal workshop.

I'm an inventor,

which means I make all sorts of inventions.

-Oh, watch your step.

That's my Stomper Sucker vacuum robot.

It keeps the place clean.

Wow. Looks like it's doing a great job.

Oh. Check it out. I made this cool portal blaster

that zaps things into other dimensions.

Okay, that is dope.

Some people,

my parents,

say my inventions are too dangerous.

But I say they're wicked cool.

Yeah, that-- That's very cool.

Check it out. I make, like, three or four versions

of all my inventions before they are perfect.

Mm.

Uh, are you all right?

You look sleepier than a Sazmorian snoozographer

before her morning cup of Yargs Bile.

Oh, you would so get that joke

if you were from my home planet.

No, no. I'm fine.

Just, just keep talking about whatever you're...

talking about.

What'd I miss?

Apparently, a lot.

You're exhausted,

to the point of making intolerable mistakes.

Clearly, I've overworked you

with all of these babysitting assignments.

Oh, come on, Swift. I--

I don't want to hear it.

You literally fell asleep on the job.

I thought that was just a human figure of speech.

Okay, fine. What's my punishment?

Are you gonna walk me through all the times

you thought tennis balls were fruit?

Gabby, this is not a joke.

You need a break.

For your own good.

I hereby suspend you from babysitting aliens.

What?

Wes, Wes, Wes, Wessy Boy!

Julius, two horchatas,

and put it on that guy's tab.

So, I take it you did not get

that much-needed rest Swift ordered?

Rest?

-Rest is for the weak.

Resting is what got me in this babysitting ban in the first place.

I've been up, man.

My eyes are open.

Maybe for the first time ever.

I'm... happy for you?

First, I stayed up all night

calling all my babysitting clients

to see if they needed some sort of off-the-record sitter.

But then all of them said that they shouldn't be talking to me,

because Swift said I needed to take a break.

-Can you believe that? -Yes!

I can and do believe it.

But then I got to thinking,

I shouldn't be calling my babysitting clients.

They are not the issue.

Swift is the issue, man.

So that's why I spent the rest of my night

devising my "Break the Take a Break Ban Plan."

That's... got a nice ring to it.

Right?

Now, it involves both of us

doing some pretty out of character stuff,

so, I'm gonna need you to listen.

First, we hide in Swift's bushes

and wait for him to walk to his car in the morning.

Then, pop, pop, pop!

We pop a bunch of balloons in his face until he faints.

Gabby!

Then we take him to the abandoned water plant

behind the movie theater.

We tie him up, and we do what Swift hates most.

We tickle him.

Which is why I spent the last part of my night making these.

Tickle gloves!

We tickle him till he's forced to let me babysit aliens again.

So, what do you say, Wessy Boy?

You ready to sleep in a bush, or what?

Look, you know I'm always down for crazy alien hijinks,

but you need a break.

What's with you guys wanting me to take a break so bad?

I'm Gabby D.

Babysitting aliens is my thang!

Look, I'm trying to tell you

what my gymnastics coach told me my entire childhood.

"You have zero balance."

There are other things in life besides babysitting aliens.

Okay, fine. Even if I did take a break,

what would I even do?

First, get some sleep.

-And then, I don't know, maybe find a hobby?

What'd you do in Miami before you learned about aliens?

I, uh, I did all sorts of cool things.

Like, um, I ate.

I ate once.

You ate once?

Fine!

I'll take a "break."

I'll get some "balance."

I'll do some of the things I did in "Miami."

I won't like it, but I'll try!

She's fine.

Everything is fine.

I think.

Henrietta, the time has come.

Tonight, we put Jeremy's snobby alien ego to bed

in a race for the ages.

A race to determine which species is superior.

-Human-- -Or alien!

No pressure, Jeremy, but

you could live a million lifetimes,

and this would be the most important moment of all them.

You are the poster child of rodent greatness.

You're racing for every gerbil

who's ever doubted themselves.

Every alien sitting on their home planet,

wondering which pet is the true king of the cosmos.

-Blurble? -Or gerbil?

Let's train!

Not fast enough! Again!

Racing burns a whole lot of Blurble energy,

so you need to carbo-load.

♪ When it's time to face the fire ♪

♪ We're walking on the wire

Now get munching!

Form is everything, Henrietta.

Engage your core!

-♪ 'Cause heroes never die -See that?

That's what you need to do. Be fast.

And also furious.

-♪ Heroes never die -Rrrrrrr!

They don't stand a chance.

What'd you do when you were in Miami?

I did a ton of things.

I did all the things.

Like... cooking!

Oh, yeah.

Chef Gabby's in the house!

Whippin' up dat Pabellon criollo.

Uh-huh... almost.

Aah!

Ugh.

This is nowhere near as fun as babysitting aliens.

Porch golf is pretty fun, but...

I'm still not getting what I need.

Let's see what I've got in my old Miami stuff.

Hey, my old mix CDs.

Gabby, did you make this and just leave it on the counter,

because I'm sorry, I could not help myself.

-Mm.

Aw! You pulling out your old mix CDs?

Yeah, I totally forgot about these.

You used to be obsessed with making playlists.

When everyone else was streaming music,

you'd just say...

Gabby D's all about that '90s life!

"Get Hyped"?

I used to listen to this before basketball games.

Oh, I remember this one.

This one had some hot tracks in here.

Ooh, mama likey.

Yeah. Come on.

Yeah, I'm just gonna go.

Three... two... one.

Oh, man.

Sending chicken nuggys to an alternate dimension?

Subbing in for Gabby is the best!

You're on with Wes-con 5.

Hey, Wes. You wanna get schooled on making the perfect playlist?

If you think chicken nuggets are fun,

wait till we get to pizza.

What's that in the background? Are you babysitting without me?

Are you having fun? Are you blasting frozen foods

into another dimension?

Yes! I mean, no.

-I shouldn't be talking to you.

Nah. I shouldn't go over there.

I'm supposed to stay right here.

Definitely not going.

Oh, who am I kidding? I'm going.

Prepare to lose.

Only thing I lose at is losing.

That doesn't make any sense.

All right, you two.

I want a good, clean race.

No cheating.

-No-- -Yeah, right.

I don't need to cheat.

Henrietta is what we in racing circles call

"a thoroughbred."

They should call her "raisin bread,"

because she's terrible and nobody likes her.

Well, Jeremy's about to eat Henrietta's dust.

Good! Blurbles love to eat dust.

It makes them even faster.

-Aah!

♪ I'm gonna hold you tight

♪ I don't care how long it takes ♪

♪ I can still hear your voice

♪ Whispering I love you

♪ Oh baby tonight

Jeremy's so slow,

he tried to cross the street and he got a parking ticket.

Henrietta's so slow, I'm going to die

and already at my funeral before she finishes the race.

Your pets are gone.

-Henrietta? -Jeremy?

They ran away!

"Good job building the obstacle course, Orb."

Said no one.

Wes thinks he can have all the alien fun without me?

No way.

One interdimensional deep dish, coming right up.

You ready?

Three...

Two...

-One! -Gabby Duran's in the house!

Aah!

Oh, cruddle-sticks.

Oh, cruddle-sticks is right!

Oh, Gabby, Gabby, Gabby, Gabby, Gabby.

I explicitly told you to take a break!

How was I supposed to not come over here

knowing they're blasting chicken nuggets into another dimension?

Ooh, yeah. That does sound like fun.

This is Rooney's first version of the portal blaster.

It needs two people peddling to generate enough power to bring them back.

So right now, we need to hop on, and ride.

This isn't going to be easy.

Would you say that Wesley is a good friend?

Faster, Gabby!

-Faster! -I'm trying, Swift!

Well, try harder.

-I can't. I just can't.

I haven't slept in two days. I'm exhausted.

Now is not the time to dilly-dally around!

I need you to "get hyped,"

as the kids say nowadays.

You're right. That's exactly what I have to do.

Wh-- Wh-- Gabby, where are you going?

To get hyped!

Henrietta!

If you can hear me,

blow that tiny whistle I made for you!

It's no use, Olivia. We just gotta face the facts.

Jeremy ran so fast he's in another country by now,

and Henrietta probably fell in a storm drain and drowned.

That's her! My sweet Henrietta!

They're in love?

And getting married?

Without my blessing?

Ta-da! -Ew. Gross.

What is that?

It's a Blurble wedding ritual.

Blurbles give a literal piece of their hearts to their soulmates

when getting married.

It's beautiful.

I guess we were so busy being competitive,

we didn't see true love forming right beneath our noses.

Yeah.

Maybe it isn't about trying to see whose pet is better,

but more about seeing how we can all be better...

together?

And she's eating the heart.

I am moved and upset all at once.

Baller.

Hey, Swifty!

All right. It's time to get hyped.

It's go time.

Huh! What are you listening to?

D-describe it to me.

Share the hype!

Oh, you're doing it! You're really doing it, Gabby!

Wesley. Rooney. Are you all right?

There were so many spiders.

They came for us at night.

I've seen things. Horrible things.

-Aah! -Uh, um...

Yes, well... That's all over now.

You're both safe and sound.

All thanks to Gabby.

You did it, Gabby. You really...

Aw!

Hey, Swift.

Oh, Gabby.

Oh, what a pleasant surprise.

I definitely wasn't staring into the middle distance

wondering why you haven't reached out to me in two days.

Sorry about that, bud.

You know, I decided to listen to you and take a little break.

-I needed it. -Well,

come to think of it, you do look decidedly well-rested.

Thanks. You know, as fun and awesome as babysitting aliens is,

it's not everything.

I realize I have to balance it out

with other non-alien things I like doing.

Ooh. Speaking of which...

-I made you this.

Oh!

Aah. Boop!

It's an apology playlist.

Hope you like it. Because with my track record,

you'll be listening to it a lot.

Thank you, Gabby.

This is... Uh, I mean, it's very kind.

-May I? -Yeah.

Oh. Oh, yeah.

Oh, yes!

Yes, this is a spicy track!

Ha! Picante!

Swifty likey. Swifty likey very muchy.

Ooh, wow! The, the beat is...

Yeah. I mean it's, it's, it's sensational.

Uh, I can't help but groove to the beat!

Okay, you do know people can see you, right?

Let them watch. This is track is en fuego!

You know, I'm, I'm just gonna leave now.

You might want to close those blinds.

♪ Slick Boy Swift is in the building ♪

♪ Ow, ow

♪ Ow, ow, huh, huh ♪

Next time on "Gabby Duran and the Unsittables"...

Are you guys a thing?

Nothing's going to change.

I'm a cat.

-Oh, no.