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Wes, what do you think, this one... or this one?

- That-- - And choose carefully.

I want my new profile pic to say I'm confident and strong,

but also sensitive and sweet,

but also serious and intellectual.

- And-- - This one.

The other one it is.

Why do you even ask?

"Can't wait to see everyone at my party on Friday.

Let's get our chip on."

Wait. Why didn't I know Chaz was having a party on Friday?

I don't know. Maybe...

you weren't invited?

- Hey, Chaz, what's up? - Oh, hey, Gabby. I was--

Cool. Why wasn't I invited to your party?

Oh, uh, my party.

Yeah, well, it's less of a party and more of a low-key hang situation.

Fantastic. I'm low-key.

I hang. I'll be there.

Well, the thing is, Gabby, you actually weren't invited

because sometimes you can be a little... extra.

Me?

Gabby Duran can be extra?

Yeah, exactly.

I just want to have a small get-together with a few friends,

and eat a lot of chips.

I really don't want it to turn into a whole big thing.

Sorry.

Wes, what's this feeling?

You got the fear, Gabby. The fear of missing out.

♪ 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♪

You know what? Who cares that Chaz didn't invite me to his party.

Joke's on him, 'cause my Friday night is already jam-packed.

Can't wait for Friday night misadventures con mi amigo, Wes.

Actually, I have plans to go to Chaz's party.

What?

I'm sorry, I didn't know you weren't invited.

Sky's out of town on this comet cruise with her other dad

and I can't stop thinking about how much I miss her.

- I need this party, Gabby.

It's the only thing that'll distract me.

Cool. So everyone's booked but me.

Oh, Gabby, you don't have any plans Friday night, do you?

That's a mean dig, man. A real mean dig.

So you'll be babysitting Demi.

- Now she's highly advanced.

But very immature and quite impulsive.

So you cannot, for one moment, allow yourself

- to get distracted.

Ugh, people are already posting about Chaz's stupid party.

Gaby, are you listening to me?

I go in and out.

Look, Swifty, don't worry.

I can totally handle Remi.

Demi!

Yeah, her too.

Hello! Demi?

Trespasser alert!

Prepare to die!

-Vaporizing intruder...

-in five, four, three, two-- - No, no, no, no.

I'm here to babysit Demi.

-Ha! Gotcha! - Huh?

You should have seen your face.

Who or what are you?

I'm Demi, an artificial intelligence

designed to maintain and operate this alien residence.

I'm the house.

Great. I'm babysitting a house.

Jeremy, after talking to Gabby

about her lack of Friday night plans,

I realized--

How sad and pathetic she is?

I realized we never have Friday night plans.

Speak for yourself.

Last Friday, I did lots of things.

You ate a sandwich and fell asleep.

Those are both things.

Jeremy, humans take Friday night plans very seriously.

Now, if we want to keep blending in,

we have to start getting out there.

Okay, fine. I'll go make some calls.

Oh, yes, mm-hmm.

Jimbuk, you lovable purple idiot! Talk to me.

I'll make some calls too. I have friends also!

Oh.

I can't believe Swift didn't tell me

I'd be watching a house.

As if my Friday wasn't boring enough.

Um, boring? No way.

I'm an extra-terrestrial smart house.

-I can do like literally anything.

Ask me for something.

I guess I could go for a snack?

Then step over to the food constructor.

Uhh... taquitos?

Hm, pretty cool.

Why does your phone keep going off?

- It's pretty distracting.

Oh, is it some kind of a secret babysitting mission?

No, nothing that cool. They're just notifications.

Stupid people keep posting stupid pictures at Chaz's stupid party.

Sounds stupid. Let's see it. Initiating projection.

Gabby, this party doesn't look--

Stupid. I know! It looks awesome.

Everyone but me is having an awesome Friday night

and I'm missing out on literally all of it.

What are you talking about? They're just eating chips.

We can do way more stuff than that.

You know what? You're right.

This house is so much better than anything

going on at Chaz's party.

Why don't we show them what they're missing out on?

So many likes already.

Man, I bet they all wish they were here.

Well, you're not going to wish that for long.

What? Why?

'Cause I invited them over.

You did what? How am I going to explain to a bunch of humans

- that this is an alien house?

It's okay. It's fine. I just won't let them--

Hey-o! Hm.

Hey, Gabby, we saw your posts and decided to bail on Chaz's party

to hang with you instead.

Nacho fountain, here I come!

I let them in.

Yes, I see that.

Righteous queso!

-This is not good. - I know.

I can't join the party if I'm stuck in the wall like this.

Wait, what?

There we go, much better.

Gabby, there you are.

This is not good.

- I know. I-- - I texted Sky a hilarious joke

like 20 minutes ago and haven't heard back.

That's way too long, right? Maybe she didn't get it.

Sometimes jokes are funnier when explained.

That's what my dad says.

Hi, I'm Demi, an alien smart house via hologram.

- What up? - Nice to meet you.

What's the longest you've ever taken to respond to a text?

Okay, we have to shut this thing down.

- I have got to post this.

Or... we keep it going and show everyone here

the time of their lives!

- Yes. - Once people hear how epic it is

hanging with Gabby D,

I'll never not be invited to another party again.

What do you think?

I hate it.

JK, I love it.

And don't worry, I'll keep things totally terrestrial.

Hm?

I'm just gonna text her the joke again.

She probably didn't see it.

Excuse me!

You all have to go...

...online and document this night with as many posts as possible!

Let's get feral! Whoo!

Yeah!

So I says to the guy,

does a Plutonian eat slughorns for breakfast?

Great joke, Blurt. Classic comedy!

Oh, it's good to laugh. And healthy, too.

You know, Blurt, we almost made plans

to hang out with Sky's Dad tonight.

- Oh. - But I am so glad

we ditched him at the last second

to hang out with you instead.

That sicko wanted us to do puzzles with him.

Can you believe that?

I can't and I won't.

And thanks again for buying us dinner.

The Luchachos Fiesta of Flavors

is honestly my favorite food group.

Hey, good food is nothing without good company.

What do you say we keep this party going?

I just got a new shipment of postage stamps at the shop.

Wait. Were they pre-licked or not?

Not.

Then what are we waiting for? Let's get to licking.

Yes! Let the Friday night friendfest rage on, my brothers!

Friday night friendfest.

Oh, please still let me come.

Why is everything covered in plastic?

Sorry about this, pals.

Oh, Blurt, what is going on?

Is this some sort of friendly prank between buds?

I do love a good prank, but this is not one.

Although I can find you a whoopee cushion, if you'd like.

Obviously yes, but why are in we laser shackles?

Here's the thing. I'm in terrible, terrible debt.

I got scammed by my brother, Glurt.

It turns out he's not my brother.

That was the scam.

Anyhoo, I need money and I need it now.

But what does that have to do with us?

Uncle-nephew Gor-Monite combos

are a rare delicacy on some planets.

People will pay a lot of money to gobble you up.

Gross, no offense.

Looks like I already got some interested buyers.

I knew we shouldn't have trusted a Blorg with a beard.

Blurt, please,

you have to let us go

or people will notice we're missing.

Please, we both know you haven't had Friday night plans

in, like, ever.

No one will miss you.

It hurts 'cause it's true.

Okay, mi gente, there you have it.

The greatest party of all time is only just getting started.

Bet you wish you were here. Gabby out.

Okay, Demi, time to turn it up a notch.

Crazy food combos courtesy of the food constructor!

French Fry Pizza!

An immersive aquarium experience.

Whoa, that was immersive.

And finally, a hologram celebrity.

DJ Candy Bean, baby!

A hologram DJ Candy Bean?

Is this real life?

Hey, Gabs, great party.

Oh, what's going on with me?

- I didn't say any-- - Not too much.

I mean, I've texted Sky 71 times

and she still hasn't texted me back, but I'm cool.

Cool, cool, cool. Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool.

Okay, spoiler alert, I am not cool.

She's breaking up with me, Gabby.

My stupid phone knows it. Stop judging me, phone!

Okay buddy, why don't you take a breather

and go enjoy a donut burger from the food constructor.

What up, fam? Come on in.

Looks like the coolest place to be on a Friday night

is with Gabby D.

I never want this party to end.

Hey babe, the party has to end.

As I suspected, you two proved to be

quite the hot commodity for our blob-eating aliens out there.

How do you sleep at night, you Blorg-scum?

I fold my whole body into a medium-sized cardboard box.

It's oddly comforting to be so compact.

Anyhoo, I got a lot of good bids, but I turned them all down.

Because you've reconsidered and decided to release us?

Oh no, that's way off.

Actually, I turned them all down because I got a bid

that was higher than all the rest.

I see now that my phrasing was very misleading. My "B."

- So you're still going to sell us as alien food

without any reservation?

Correctamundo! I like you guys, but I need the money. So sue me.

See you in court!

Welp, I'm going to skedaddle.

I'm letting the guy who bought you

have the run of the place.

By the way, he sounds like a real sicko.

So long, gents.

Oh, oh, Blurt! Don't do this!

I'm keeping your whoopee cushion!

It can't be. I thought we ghosted you.

Greetings.

My systems are solar-powered

and all your totes amazing party demands have depleted my power cells.

You feel me?

What I'm feeling, Demi, is betrayed,

and hurt and honestly,

a little betrayed.

Yeah, you said that.

Okay, Chaz left his own party to come here

which means we have something very special on our hands

and we have to keep it going.

So please, just do whatever it takes.

I know what to do.

Yeah, yeah!

Oh, hey, Gabby.

I ended my party early since half the people

came here anyway.

Plus, I wanted to see what all the fuss is about.

You wouldn't happen to have any--

Chips!

Now, is that extra?

I mean, yeah, obviously.

Don't worry! It's just the music.

Gotta love that bumping bass.

Huh?

- Oh!

Hey, Gabby.

Demi, why is the house shaking?

Oh, that.

Let's just say I figured out our little power problem.

- Please expand. - It's super simple.

I blasted the house into space. You're welcome.

Gabby, I figured out why Sky hasn't texted me back!

She doesn't hate me. She's obviously in danger.

Uh-huh.

It's so clear to me. How can you text your hilarious boyfriend back

when you've been taken hostage?

The answer is you can't, Gabby.

- Uh-huh. - Now, in terms of who kidnapped her,

the possibilities are endless.

I mean, it could be space pirates or a very motivated

quasi-dimensional energy creature!

Wes, stop.

We have bigger problems than hypothetical energy creatures.

We're in space.

Why are we in space?

Great question. Demi, why are we in space?

I needed more solar power,

so I launched us to the sun to get more.

Like I said, super simple.

That's crazy. You said you'd keep things totally terrestrial.

Relax. I stabilized the gravity.

Nobody's gonna feel a thing.

I'm a smart house, Gabby, not a dumb house.

Well, I think they're all going to notice when they try to leave

and are sucked into outer space.

Oh, yeah. I didn't think about that.

You need to get us back to Earth ASAP.

Sure. I'll chart our return. No problemo.

LOL Gabby, we have problemo.

I began our descent, but my navigation systems aren't working.

Turns out all the cell phone activity in the house is interfering.

So funny story, we're free-falling.

Oh.

But the good news is we're falling towards Earth, as requested.

I can't believe it!

You're the one who paid a huge amount of money

to chow down on our blobby flesh?

Yes, it's me.

But first I must add best flavor...

for best taste.

Ah!

Principal, let me handle this.

I know just what to say to save us.

Eat him, not me! I eat literal garbage so I definitely taste gross!

Jeremy, you duplicitous trash boy.

How could you? Eat him! His youthful flesh is soft and supple.

Mine is leathery and old.

Perfect.

Ha, ha! I psyched you out, suckers.

You should see your facial expressions. So dumb.

- You're dumb! - What?

- Oh.

I would never consume you.

Just lonely after being ghosted and wanted comfort food.

So while searching interwebs for my sad pizza,

I discovered Blurt's site.

So you purchased us just to hang?

Everyone knows how important Friday night plans are.

Then why did you make us think you're going to eat us?

Because fun.

That is... baller.

Indeed, a truly baller move

and we're sorry we ghosted you, Mr. Sky's Dad.

But now that we're here, there's no one else

we'd rather have a Friday night friendfest with.

This is most fun night of my life.

Is being eaten still an option?

What do you mean the cell phone activity

is shorting out your navigation systems?

Thought you were supposed to be a super advanced alien A.I.

I'm Beta version. If you want to land safely back on Earth,

you need to power down every cellular device in the house.

Okay, got it. No phones.

Hey, party people!

We're just having some technical difficulties,

so I'm going to need everyone to turn off their phones. Hm?

No.

Yup, I saw that coming.

This is all my fault.

- No, it's not. - Totally.

None of this would have happened if I didn't care so much about

not being invited to one party.

Maybe I don't need to be invited to everything.

Maybe that's fine.

Maybe my self-worth shouldn't be dictated by--

Gabby, Gabby, Gabby. Love where you're going with this.

But house plummeting, fiery Earth crash?

T-minus five minutes until we hit the ground.

Okay. If these bozos won't turn off their phones willingly,

we'll take matters into our own hands.

What do you say, Wes? Ready to get a little extra?

T-minus three minutes.

T-minus two minutes.

T-minus 30 seconds until we crash.

And there's still one phone on.

Eek, am I right? 25, 24--

Chaz, you need to shut off your phone!

Sorry, Gabby. I'm knee deep in a pretty tasty

photo shoot right now.

Ah! Sharp chip.

So extra!

Sorry, I'll get you a new one.

My navigation systems are back up. Let's land this thing.

Okay, party's over! Time to go home.

We did it! But mostly I did it.

Great landing, ding-dong.

Gabby, if you don't give our phones back,

we're calling the cops.

Fair enough.

So I'm never getting invited to a party again, right?

Oh, no, definitely not.

So, same thing next Friday?

Yeah, I think I'm going to have a quiet night at home next week.

Thanks.

Sky just texted me.

She said she's been trying to text you

and you haven't responded.

My phone was on airplane mode.

- She did text me.

Wait. Oh, no. Oh, no.

This means she's about to see the insane thread of texts I sent her.

Green bean, burn your phone.

Next time on "Gabby Duran & The Unsittables"...

You and I need to get ourselves some grandparents.

I want mine so wrinkly.

Grandma Ruth is all about mind-numbing dangerous fun.

- Grandma! - Girls, watch out.

- My body just isn't what it used to be.

Ah!

But your grandmother has lost her warrior spirit.

You should give her Gwargwar ale.

Hey there, Grandma.

You live in my house now!

♪

Gorgeous.