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Tell me again why we're getting food for Jimbuk.

The guy has a trunk for a nose.

He can't exactly go out in public.

Now, read us the specials.

Shrimp burrito, lengua tacos,

chicharron quesadilla...

Shrimp mosquito, liquid tacos,

chocolate armadillos.

Jimbuk wants to know what seasoning's on the shrimp

because if there's any salt,

it'll make him bloat real bad.

We'll take the nachos, please.

- Oh! Excuse me. - Sorry.

I don't know. She's just staring at this guy.

She's really making a meal of it.

No, he's not cuter than you.

Gabby!

Jimbuk will still eat those! - Here you go.

It has begun.

Gabby Duran must be stopped.

♪ 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

So, you'll be babysitting a new client

named Celeste on Friday night.

She's a nine-month-old Tekazalion baby,

and apparently very cute.

- Big eyes, lots of tentacles... - Aw.

pustulous slime everywhere.

Sounds... precious.

Here's the address.

"Note to self, you're gonna be OK,

- Swiftmeister"? - Oh!

That wasn't for you.

Mind your own beeswax. Oh!

Before you go,

there's a new student starting today,

and I would like for you to show him around.

Oh, man, why me?

- You get to miss class. - You got yourself a deal.

- Patty, send him in, please.

It's you.

- I'm Gabby - Leo.

I don't know.

They're just kind of staring at each other,

They're really making a meal out of it.

So, that's the school.

I'm guessing it's probably a lot like your last one.

Uh, actually I moved here from Vegas,

so I'm used to slot machines in the halls

and Elvis impersonators in the classrooms.

Seriously?

- No.

This town is definitely different though.

Slower, I guess.

You mean boring? Look, I get it.

I moved here from Miami two years ago,

and I hated it so much.

My advice, give it some time.

This town has a lot more to offer than you think.

Star Night, huh? What's, uh, what's that all about?

There's a meteor shower Friday night,

so the school is having this event

where students can set up blankets on the football field,

eat food, and watch the stars.

Yeah, I don't know. People are saying

it's gonna be romantic, but...

I could see that.

I mean, if you're there with the right person.

Well, uh, thanks for showing me around.

Yeah, it was fun. I really liked...

And... he's gone.

Really, Howard?

Absolutely!

Wait, what are we talking about?

I know this is gonna sound crazy, but...

let's splurge for dessert.

- What would you like? - I'd like a kiss.

Is that a new special?

Wessy-bear.

We've been dating for a while now,

and I think it's time we kissed.

Each other?

Okay. Um...

Not now. At Star Night.

Thank goodness

because I know I have cilantro in my teeth,

- and you hate cilantro, so... - So, what do you think?

I think it's beautiful that you want to mark

this milestone under the stars.

Yes, but mostly, I want to know all your thoughts.

What's that now?

Because our lips have so many nerve endings,

a kiss will send my telepathy into overdrive,

giving me access to all your most intimate memories,

secrets, and fears and stuff.

So...

anything that's ever gone through my mind?

Exactly! We'll be closer than ever.

Isn't that so romantic?

To-totally!

Oh, man, I can't wait for you to get inside my head!

Because I have, like, zero dark memories,

secrets, fears, and stuff in there.

My thoughts are all cool.

Can't wait for our kiss.

Jeremy, what is it you have to tell me?

Because I'm very busy.

- No, you're not. - No, I'm not.

What's up?

Please allow my presentation to do the talking for me.

I want to go to human school.

That's it?

What do you mean? That took me six hours.

Jeremy, there is no way I'm letting you go to human school.

It's simply too dangerous!

Not for me. Smell my muscles.

Smell how big they are.

Oh, y-yes.

They smell huge,

but that's not the point.

All it would take is one blob-out

for your alien form to be exposed.

The human world is unpredictable.

And frankly,

I can't trust that you'll be able to control yourself

when faced with the unknown.

So I'm sorry,

but my answer is no.

- Look, I know sometimes I can be a bit of a--

Jerk. Meanie. Monster.

I've grown up a lot since we came here.

I need to challenge myself, and I can't do that

when I'm stuck in this house with you and stupid Orb day.

I would leave if I could,

and I would never come back.

Principal. Pleee...

eee...

Fine!

I'll consider it.

But, you will have to prove to me

that you can walk amongst the humans

without revealing your alien identity.

So get ready, Jeremy,

'cause I'll be preparing

a series of soul-crushing tests

that will push your every limit.

I have no limit, so good luck.

- Hm... - Hm...

But, like, tomorrow, right?

'Cause that presentation really took it outta me.

Obviously.

It's 7:00. Nothing can get done at this hour.

And then Leo said Star Night could be romantic

with the right person. And it was, like, a moment, you know?

And then Howard blew it for me.

Oh hey, Gabby. Care for a puff?

As soon as we kiss, Sky is gonna find out that my parents

didn't really stop me from going to summer camp.

I just didn't want to go

because I was afraid I would've been assigned a top bunk.

Man was not meant to sleep that high off the ground, Gabby.

And now I'll probably never see Leo again.

We have zero classes together,

- and this school's huge! - Gabby. Hey.

Um, look, I know we only just met,

and this is probably crazy, but...

Will you go to Star Night with me?

Uh-- Yes!

- That sounds great. - Really?

I mean, yeah, cool.

Then, I'll see you tonight.

School's huge.

Oh my gosh! Wes, did you see that?

Oh, wait, aren't you babysitting tonight?

Yes...

No, no, no, no, no, no!

What are you gonna do?

You know what? I deserve to hang out with the guy I like.

I'm canceling that babysitting assignment.

I'm going to Star Night with Leo and nothing's gonna stop me.

Gabby Duran,

you cannot go to Star Night with that boy.

What's going on, and who are you?

We are DUMB.

Defenders United Maintaining Balance.

An omniscient intergalactic body that maintains

the balance of the universe.

And we've been watching you.

Okay, we can all agree that's creepy, right?

And probably illegal?

Gabby Duran, you cannot go to Star Night with Leo.

If you do,

our calculations suggest

it could be the catalyst to a series of events

that would endanger alien existence on Earth,

thereby upsetting universal balance.

I-I don't understand.

The universe exists on a delicate plane.

One small shift, like exposing aliens on Earth

for example, and the equilibrium collapses.

And it is our job to keep that from happening

by using cosmological probability

to assess potential threats and intervene when necessary.

And you are a threat.

So let me get this straight.

You think that if I go to Star Night with Leo,

it could maybe, but not definitely,

end with a lot of bad stuff happening?

Well, problem solved.

I just won't let that happen,

Our equations show that due to your poor track record

balancing alien babysitting responsibilities

and your personal life,

it is far more likely that you will.

That is ridiculous.

You and your space math have no idea who I am

or what I'm capable of.

You left a client alone to go shopping,

and he shrunk his house.

You brought a touch-telepath to school

to track down a rumor and fried her brain.

You poisoned a restaurant with Invisalizards.

Fine. I-I did those things,

but it doesn't prove anything.

It proves a pattern.

You cannot be trusted to make the right choices.

And in this situation, the wrong choice with Leo

could well end in disaster.

What if I don't listen to you?

The decision is final.

You will not go to Star Night with that boy,

and you will tell no one about this conversation.

Wha...

What...

Man, it puffed into thin air again.

You're doing great, Wesley.

Just remember to breathe in through the nose

and out through the pores.

I still don't know what that means.

Deep down, you do.

But deeper down, you don't.

Okay.

Thank you again, Astra,

for helping me sweat out all my embarrassing thoughts

before my kiss with Sky.

There are just some things in there she shouldn't see.

Unless...

you think my real journey is just being honest with her?

- No. - Oh.

You have many sad man thoughts you should keep to yourself.

You may want to keep those vials.

Should your relationship crash and burn,

you might want your strange thoughts back.

I don't think it'll crash and burn.

Why? Do you know something I don't?

And we are done.

Really? Because there are still some things

floating around up there that I would like to forget.

That's because today we only purged

9% of your unwanted thoughts.

Well, how long will it take to get the rest?

Not long.

Just four more weeks of six-hour sessions.

What?

That is the opposite of not long!

That is long!

You're a liar, Astra!

A big, dumb liar!

I am so sorry. You did not deserve that.

Make it five weeks.

I mean, it's like who do they think they are?

Telling me I can't go to Star Night.

Forcing me to cancel on a boy

I've made a connection with that goes far beyond

our objectively good looks.

Also, they're so wrong.

I can definitely balance babysitting and dating.

You know, they might be

all-knowing overlords of the universe,

but in my opinion,

they're true to their name. Dumb!

That would slay if you weren't a baby.

But you're not just any baby.

You're an alien baby.

So, maybe you're wise beyond your years.

- Maybe you have a vast knowledge of the galaxy

and a comprehension of all existence that defies

- time and space--

Oop!

Or not.

Well, this is officially the most boring

babysitting gig ever.

And to think I could be stargazing with Leo right now.

Maybe I still can.

They said I couldn't go to Star Night,

but they didn't say anything about bringing Star Night to me.

I'm gonna prove to those dummies that Gabby D

- can have it all.

Seriously?

Well, Jeremy.

You claim to be ready to attend school.

So, let's put that to the test, shall we?

If you can handle yourself like a human

in these carefully crafted scenarios I've created

without risking exposure,

that'll prove to me that you're ready.

That you're mature enough to--

Bring it on, dung fart.

Orb, initiate simulation mode.

Hey! You're late for class! That's a write-up!

What's your name? What's your date of birth?

What's your student ID and favorite human activities?

Oh, mama mia! Say the wrong thing

to the whole monitor,

and you could stand out as odd, peculiar,

alien even.

You're asking a lot of questions about me,

but when was the last time someone asked about you?

How are you doing, hall monitor?

Your story matters, too.

Actually...

I've been having a really hard day.

Wow. He really brought that one home.

One for Jer-Bear.

But, we've only just begun.

No, I'm serious. That's when I realized the tiger

was just two full-grown men in body paint.

Man, Vegas sounds like a trip.

Hey, I'm really sorry I had to cancel on you earlier,

but this kind of worked out, right?

We've got our own Star Night here.

And I'd say this is even better

'cause it's... it's just us.

Just gotta check the old baby monitor.

All good. So,

what's your favorite thing about Havensburg so far?

Oh, man. That's a tough question,

but I think I gotta go with Luchachos.

No. That is the correct answer.

Luchachos is the best.

Their Cheesy Chacho Chalupa is

- cheesy perfection. - Cheesy perfection.

Uh, you know, actually, I think

Luchachos might be my second favorite thing about Havensburg.

Sorry, this thing's annoying.

What?

Hey, I'm gonna hit the bathroom before the meteor shower starts.

It's a number one, not that you need to know that.

I'll be right back. Two seconds.

Celeste! Where are you?

See, now would be a great time for you to fart

so I can find you!

Oh no, no, no.

Is everything okay?

Yup-yup! I just gotta go check out

a possible raccoon situation. But please, stay right here,

eyes firmly planted on the sky, and I'll BRB.

Oh look! I think the meteor shower started.

- Come on, Celeste. Take my hand.

Come on down. I got you.

Come here, Celeste! It's okay!

It's alright! Please, Celeste, - What is going on?

That's not a raccoon!

- No!

Hello, Gaby Duran.

What is happening?

You disobeyed our orders,

and now you must face the consequences.

You got this, Wes Man.

- I got corn dogs. Thank you.

Do I eat the stick or the stuff on the stick?

The stuff on the stick.

Sky, about the kiss...

Are you as excited as I am?

I can't wait to finally know everything about you.

Yeah! No, me, too. I just...

What if we postpone it just

four, maybe five weeks?

Wes, do you not want to kiss me?

No. I mean, I do! I just...

I am freaking out about you knowing all my thoughts.

I mean, what'll you think about me when you find out I don't know

the difference between clockwise and counterclockwise.

That I have peed in the sink in an emergency

and in a non-emergency.

That on multiple occasions, I've heard my dad scream,

"Help! My back!"

- And I pretended not to hear him-- - Wessy-bear.

I like you for you.

Nothing I find out will change that.

Really?

- Even the pee thing? - Especially the pee thing.

I don't know what that means, but...

- I'll take it.

Man. My life has never been better.

In this scenario, noted teacher Mr. Falkenbury

- has challenged you to a fight. - Hey!

I'm a teacher, you are a student,

- but we're gonna fight!

Meet me by the dumpsters.

- Uh-- - But simultaneously,

Howard's prized locker hoagie has just

- proposed marriage to you.

But you know its secret. That it's evil

and is marrying you just for the money!

- What do you do?

Okay, that is it.

I call baloney and cheese on this.

Whatever do you mean, Jeremy?

These scenarios are ridiculous.

Even I know these have nothing to do

with what really happens at school.

It's like you want me to fail!

Alright, fine.

You caught me.

- Orb, shut down simulation mode.

You're right, Jeremy.

Those last ones were not

realistic school scenarios.

Teachers would never fight students.

That would be wildly inappropriate.

And honestly,

I can't say you're really

Howard's hoagie's type.

You don't know that!

Well...

anyway, the truth is

I didn't want you to pass this test

because I'd prefer

you didn't go to school.

Aw. Because you don't want me

to spread my wings and leave the nest?

Oh, no, not at all.

School is simply

my last remaining Jeremy-free zone,

and I cherish that sanctuary.

But regardless,

you have passed.

The way you carried yourself in these simulations

prove to me that you are ready.

You can go to school.

- Baller. - And actually,

despite my attempts at sabotage,

I have never... been...

prouder of you.

What is this dumb water falling out of my eyes?!

You've earned this bona fide

school ID.

Man, my life has never been better.

Please tell me what's going on.

Why did Celeste just disappear?

Celeste and this babysitting assignment

were created by us to keep you away from Leo

and compromising the balance.

We tried to keep you from going to Star Night with the boy,

but you decided to shirk your responsibilities and go anyway.

Shirk is such a strong word.

Then, even after we directly forbade you

from seeing Leo and explained

the threat of your interaction with him,

you still brought him here to an alien residence.

Well, when you...

say it like that, it sounds bad.

Your actions tonight confirmed

you are a risk to the aliens on Earth,

and we must eliminate that risk.

- You're gonna kill me? - No.

We're rebooting you.

You will have no knowledge of aliens,

babysitting, or any of your friends.

That's even worse.

We do not do this lightly.

Goodbye, Gabby Duran.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait!

I really think this is gonna be good for us, mijas.

I agree.

Moving to a new town is a great time to reinvent yourself.

I think I'll become studious and exacting.

No palm trees, no beach.

There's zero chance I don't hate it here.

I'm sure you'll find something you'll love about Havensburg.

Okay, time to test.

Perfect. This'll teach 'em to be... thirsty?

Hey!

What are you doin' in here?!

Outrunning you, Neil!

Ow!

Yep, still hate it here.

Why can't you find a positive outlet for your energy?

This is the second time in a month that you've

been dragged home for something like this, Gabby.

When are you gonna get it together?

Do you care that I had to leave work early for this?

They're never gonna promote me to assistant manager--

Nope.

Find your calm, Dina.

"You're only as angry as the anger makes you feel."

What does that even mean?

I don't know.

I think I'm just supposed to keep repeating it.

Well, I feel what I'm feeling,

and what I'm feeling is

hate for this dumb town.

Gabby, if you would just give it a ch--

I tried giving it a chance!

For two years!

How much longer do I have to give it?

- I don't know, but just--

Everything okay down there?

-I heard raised voices, over.

Yes.

Everything's fine, Liv.

- Copy.

Let me know if that quote-unquote "Linda" comes by again.

Contrary to what she says, I don't believe she's my friend,

and I don't believe she's a 10-year-old girl, over.

You gerbils have it all figured out, Henrietta.

Eat when you're hungry, sleep when you're tired...

never leave your cage.

Switch with me.

Well, we're gonna have to figure something out,

because this is getting out of hand.

Your sister hasn't left her room in eight months

because you've been pranking her so hard.

I'm starting to think that if things don't turn around soon,

maybe you'd be better off back in Miami with your father.

I'm sorry, I have to go do some calming exercises. Excuse me.

And remember, we have family therapy tomorrow at 4:00.

You promised me you'd be there this time.

Just one more screw-up and I go back to Miami?

Challenge accepted.

Ick. Star Night.

Just when I thought Havensburg couldn't get any lamer.

Um, actually, Star Night is really cool.

At least those of us in respectable society seem to think so.

Can you just, like, tone it down a bit?

Your voice and opinions are giving me a literal migraine.

Also, who's the new kid?

- Hi, I'm-- - Gabby, this is Leo,

who I've been assigned to show around the school.

Leo, this is Gabby, school delinquent. Avoid her.

That's good advice, actually. In fact, avoid everyone.

They all suck.

Now, shouldn't you two be running along so you can

show Leo how to powder the principal's butt?

Principal! Gabby's being vulgar again!

Ugh.

Vulgarity, Gaberella? Eek. I don't love that.

Now, you just button it up, hm?

Otherwise, and-- ooh, don't hate me!

Did someone mention detention?

I did! The punishing poet. What can I say?

See you at Star Night, Princi-pal!

Not if I see you first, Susie-Doozy!

"Respectable society."

Actually, this might be

exactly what I need.

Hey, watch it.

Sugar khakis!

Wait up!

Uck.

As you all know, tonight is the big meteor shower.

Those who view life through an astrological lens,

think events like these often accompany big changes

in ways we don't expect.

Like how last year,

my horoscope said to take chances.

So I looked at that solar eclipse without eye protection.

Look...

instead of math today,

everybody's gonna do a free write

about one big moment that changed your life.

I know what I'll be thinking about...

how beautiful that eclipse was

before it unleashed the sun and burned my eye!

Turn 'em in or don't.

I don't care anymore.

Well, if there was one moment that changed my life forever,

it was when my parents gave me my first football.

I was pretty sad that day

because no one had joined my Mysteries of Havensburg club.

I can't believe I used to be into aliens

and werewolves and stuff.

So weak sauce!

Anyway, Pops knew exactly what would make me feel better.

And for the first time in my life,

football had me running a tight route.

Now, I'm livin' the life.

I'm captain of the team and best friends with Howard.

And I'm datin' the coolest girl in school.

She's so chill and awesome,

I almost can't stand being around her at all.

Yep. Thank goodness I found football.

I don't miss the Old Wes at all.

I certainly don't wake up in the middle of the night

drenched in sweat, convinced I've been living a lie.

Or have dream after dream where I'm drowning in a literal ocean of footballs

that smell like my father's aftershave.

Wes?!

What were you writing?

Uhhh...

"Havensburg football rules"!

Havensburg football does rule!

Come on.

What up, fam! Gabby D here, student ID D0625.

Just cranked the brightness on these field lights,

and now I'm about to do a little rewiring

so they can't be turned off.

Hope everyone has fun not seeing any meteors

tomorrow at Star Night. Peace!

There. That should be all the evidence I need.

Miami, here I come.

I can smell the ropa vieja now.

Huh. Kinda thought this would be a little more obvious.

Eh, it's probably the yellow one.

Yeah, it's always the yellow one.

What... was... that?

Hey, watch the jacket!

Gabby Duran?

My GFF, Susie, says I'm supposed to avoid delinquents like you.

Look, I don't know what's going on, but I just got

a bunch of what feel like memories or something

and they're all about how aliens are real

and somehow you're involved.

I can't explain it exactly,

but I just can tell something's not right

and you need to help me fix it.

Did Howard and the boys put you up to this?

Man, I'm gonna give 'em such a noogie.

Sorry to burst your bubble,

but I don't believe in that stuff anymore.

Honestly, for your own health and well-being,

you should just give up all this crazy talk

and start playing football.

You're a very strong tackler.

Wait, please.

I don't know what's happening,

but something inside is saying you're the one

that's supposed to help me through it.

Gabby, Gabby, Gabby.

Gabby, Gabby, Gabby.

Oh, Gabby, Gabby, Gabby.

I'm not the one you're lookin' for.

I'm just a regular red-blooded, football-playin'

American dream boy.

Now,

if you'll excuse me,

I have to go find some online tutorials

so I can get better at braiding Susie's hair.

Wait.

There was a guy who used to be principal here.

Swift or something?

Yeah, I remember him.

Pretty sure I know where he is if you're looking for him.

Welcome to Luchachos,

home of the Cheesy Chacho Chalupa.

May I take your order?

Oh, I guess I'll have some taquitos,

a horchata, and maybe a side of--

You're an alien and we need to talk!

My break is in 30 minutes. Meet me in the back.

Thank you so much for making time for this family therapy session.

Yes, thank you. Over.

So, tell me, Dr. Skysdaad,

how do you understand human emotion so well?

By studying the human race

as if it were a different species from my own.

Which of course it is not, for I am a human like you.

And we relate to each other on many levels,

like being parents and having hair.

So wise.

Where is your other daughter?

I don't know.

I told her how important this was to me.

She promised me she'd be here.

Where is she?

So what I saw was all true? You really are an alien?

Yes, yes I am.

Ooh, I was really hoping no one would find out about that.

But in the memories I had,

you were still principal of the school,

not working in a restaurant.

Ah, yes, school.

That seems like a lifetime ago.

You see, I came here with my nephew, Jeremy,

both of us fresh-faced from the planet Gor-Monia

eager to take in all that Earth had to offer.

But I quickly discovered I was unable to find

a suitable babysitter for Jeremy.

You see, he's a spirited child

and it takes a certain amount of nerve

to stomach him for long periods of time.

On top of that,

none of the other aliens in Havensburg

could find a suitable sitter, either.

So, a good Samaritan that I am,

I offered to fill the void.

After falling asleep for the 11th time at work...

and totally freaking out at my alien boss

during our monthly check-in...

You sparkly moron!

Do you know what I'm going through down here?

I was fired

from both my job as principal

and my position as Jeremy's caretaker.

But all is well.

I spend my morningsschlocking breakfast burritos

and the rest of my free time...

caring for Jeremy 2.0.

Well, you need to help me.

I'm seeing things, alien things,

and I need to figure out what's going on.

I - I just know that life's supposed to be better somehow,

not just for me, but for you, too.

A better life than this?

Surely you jest. I have Jeremy 2.0!

I'm going to need a better life,

but I'm afraid the only means I would have of helping you

would be in my old home,

and that is currently occupied by the most vile,

reprehensible alien imaginable.

Glor-bron!

Get here right now!

Yes, bestie?

I'm bored. Let's order a pizza and when the delivery guy gets here,

go up on the roof and throw lawn chairs at him.

Yeah, uh,

turns out none of the pizza places will deliver to us anymore.

How 'bout falafels instead?

No! No falafels! Don't ever say that to me again!

What is wrong with you? What is a falafel?

Right, right, of course.

I'll go back to my closet.

You're a gem and I'm gutter trash.

Please don't ever dislike me.

What are you lookin' at?

Okay, I've been told this is a very bad idea--

Please don't do this!

but I'm involved in something I really don't understand

and the things I need to understand it, are in your house.

Can I come in?

Of course. Step right on in.

Really?

Oh, okay.

Wow.

- Ah!

I'll never trust you or any human ever.

Yeah! Now why don't you--

No, Glor-Bron, no!

I'm talking right now! You're not talking right now!

Sorry, bestie. So sorry.

Gabby, we need to talk.

Can it wait? I've sort of got a lot going on right now.

No, it can't.

I've been thinking about it and I don't think we can go on like this any longer.

So, I talked it over with your dad,

and we think it would be best for everyone

if you went back to Miami to live with him.

You should start packing. You're leaving tomorrow morning.

No, you can't send me back to Miami! I'll be better, I promise!

Gabby, it's clear that you're never gonna thrive here.

Going back to Miami and living with your father

is gonna be better for you, I promise.

Trust me, this isn't something we're doing lightly.

This isn't something we're doing lightly.

We do not do this lightly.

But the decision is final.

But the decision is final.

The decision is final.

The decision is--

You cannot go to Star Night with that boy.

You'll be babysitting a new client named Celeste.

No!

Are you okay?

Just let me go to Star Night.

What? No way. You're not going anywhere.

No, please. Just let me do this one thing

and I'll never ask you for anything else ever again,

I promise.

Gabby, I know this is a lot to spring on you, but--

Mom, there's an emergency!

-I need you right away!

I'll be right back. Stay right there.

Yes, Liv. What you do-- hey!

Go! Get out of here!

Liv, what are you doing?

Look, I only know what comes through the walkie,

but something feels different about you.

Whatever's going on... I believe you.

- Really? - Yes.

Unless this is another prank.

If this is a prank, I'm gonna be so mad

at myself for being so gullible.

Thanks, Liv.

Swifty, I need you to meet me at the football field.

Olivia! Let me out of here, right now!

Only if you let me back in!

Hey, Susie, do you believe in UFOs?

I believe in UFBs, Undeniably Funny Boyfriends.

Boop.

Great joke, babe.

Everyone knows aliens aren't real.

Hey, everybody!

Aliens are real!

Are you sure about this?

Trust me, just remember what we talked about, okay?

I'm serious! Everybody, look at me right now!

No one listen to her!

She's probably just trying to ruin Star Night for everyone!

Security!

Okay, I think it's about time that you left.

Neil, come on! I thought we were friends!

Now, Swift! Now!

I said that one time in a moment of weakness.

I don't know what's happening,

but something inside is saying you're the one

that's supposed to help me through it.

- Wes, what are you-- - Hey!

Perfect spiral.

Uh, Gabby, I-I don't think I can do this.

I know this is scary, but you can do this.

You're not supposed to wear an apron

and talk to trash mannequins.

You're supposed to be a principal

and watch over your

very obnoxious alien nephew.

The point is, we can fix all of this,

but you need to believe in me.

Everybody, look over here.

I knew it.

You again.

I babysat aliens.

I had something in my life that made me special,

and you took that away.

We did what we had to in order to maintain universal balance.

You're simply too much of a risk

to be allowed contact with alien life,

as you've proven, once again, with this little display.

Well, what if your universal math was wrong, huh?

I mean, look around.

Everything is way worse now.

I mean, my sister's basically a gerbil!

What if by trying to control everything,

you actually threw everything out of balance?

If I'm wrong, reboot me again.

But I guarantee no matter what you do,

I'm gonna find my way back to the aliens in this town

because I'm Gabby D

and babysitting aliens is what I was meant to do.

Okay, ya gonna reboot me, or what?

I can't read your beautiful rose gold faces.

Perhaps our calculations about you and that boy were incorrect.

I suppose if we didn't give you a second chance,

you might call us dumb.

Aye!

You made a joke!

Dumb? Like your name?

- No.

Hey, I'm really glad your babysitting client canceled last minute,

because this is pretty perfect.

It really is.

It's Leo. Leave a message.

He didn't pick up,

but don't worry, he knows what to do.

It's time Gabby Duran learned the truth

about who she really is.

Gorgeous.