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[Principal Matthews]: Good morning,

Young Scholar's Academy.

Before I read the morning announcements,

I'd just like to thank whoever brought me this apple.

It was me. I put the apple on his desk.

[Principal Matthews]: The city's annual Juneteenth parade

will be celebrated a bit earlier this year.

And as always,

Germantown will have a big presence.

And our very own Rebecca Wilson will be in charge of our float!

Go Owls!

Hootie, hoo! Hootie, hoo!

Wait, this apple is rotten!

Is that a worm crawling out?

Ugh! It's a slug!

I switched your apple with one of my own.

Classic Dylan.

Man, I'm so excited for the Juneteenth parade!

Good food, games, entertainment, and there's always a float

dedicated to all the famous Black astronauts.

One day, I'll be on that float, too.

Did you say entertainment?

Yeah.

Last year, Fletcher Middle School

had DJ Kevie Kev on their float.

I need to help Rebecca with her float,

so its dope enough for me to perform on!

I've been so focused on my mixtape that

my fans are suffering from not seeing me doin' my thing.

Last time you did your... Thing, You fell off the stage!

Oh, man! You don't gotta tell the whole world!

You gotta think about the future.

Not the past.

Just ask Rebecca. I'm sure she'll say yes.

She's usually pretty agreeable.

Whatever it is, no.

Hmm... Guess I was way off.

♪ There once was a kid from the city of Chi ♪

♪ Mom know I grew up not a regular guy ♪

♪ Everybody follow me, I'ma take you on a trip ♪

♪ Buckle up, let's go I'ma get you all a hit ♪

♪ I'm a star Came from a block of Chi Town ♪

♪ Livin' large I try to balance school ♪

♪ and these bars I came far ♪

♪ Ain't no better feeling

♪ I told 'em you gonna love Young Dylan ♪

♪ Young Dylan Young Dylan

♪ Young Dylan Young Dylan ♪

♪ Tell 'em you gonna love Young Dylan ♪

So, I heard Principal Matthews shout you out this morning.

Congrats on being in charge of the school's float.

That's major!

Thanks?

So, that means you get to design and build it?

I'm really happy for you, Rebecca. Really!

Hm, so, that's it?

You're not, like, plotting anything?

No! This brother don't plot.

-No, you think I am? -Good.

'cause I'm actually really excited to show

the world my creation.

And I don't want anyone "helping" by trying

to make this Juneteenth about them.

Because you want it all about you?

Well, yeah. Duh.

I feel you.

But since we're on the subject of "helping",

you know what would make your float and you

really stand out?

If you had a performer.

Is that so?

And so it is.

And let me guess. By performer, you mean you?

Hmm, I think I'd have to move a few things around

on my calendar, but

for my dear cousin, I could make it happen.

I mean, it's Juneteenth after all.

Absolutely! Not.

Come on! My song is so hot.

It'll make your float even better,

and it'll make the other floats look...

Deflated, yup!

Okay, okay, okay.

But maybe I can just help you with the designs.

You know, at home, I was kinda called

a creative genius.

Dylan, I'm sorry, but I work better solo.

All that work, solo?

I can't let my favorite cuz-o go out like that.

I'll help you... then perform on your float.

No.

And I'm telling Charlie you called me

-your favorite cousin. -No, please! Don't, Rebecca!

The last time he thought he wasn't my favorite cousin,

he dressed like me for three weeks.

You can't do this, please!

I am not twinning with him again! I won't!

And apparently, Dylan told Rebecca

that she's his favorite cuz-o!

Charlie, I'm sure he's just plotting.

I can only hope you're right.

Everybody's sick?

Betty, I warned y'all about eating that imitation crab meat.

It's imitating real food!

All right. Well, feel better.

Is everything okay, Grandma?

No, it's not.

My prayer group got sick

from eatin' at that new seafood diner on Fourth,

Fishing for Compliments?

Oh, I don't like that place.

I ordered the baked tilapia once and it winked at me.

This is so frustrating!

Uh-oh. What's the matter, mom?

You found out Deacon Charles is taken?

He is?! Oh, I am over this day.

What's wrong, mama? Why are you so upset?

Man, I'm upset because my prayer group was supposed to

help me bake 200 peach pies for the

Juneteenth parade bake sale, and everybody's sick.

Mama, the parade isn't until mid-June.

Wrong. They moved it up.

It's happening next week.

Goodness, I can't imagine baking that many pies

under such a tight deadline.

I can't imagine you baking any pies.

But...

I do know two people with a very nice kitchen.

And that's my cue to leave.

-Myles? -Hm?

Aren't you off these next few days?

I am.

Good... Ouch!

Oh, what's wrong mama?

My arthritis is kicking in.

Stirring may not be good for me.

Wrong hand, mama. But don't worry.

We would be more than happy to help you make the pies.

We would?

This is great news!

Myles, you'll take the lead on the baking.

And... Just follow the recipe.

What about me?

You just keep doing what you're doing, girl!

Viola, I can help whip some ingredients together.

I want to sell pies to people, not hurt them.

[music]

What's all this?

A mood board for my float.

You mean the school's float?

Yeah, whatever.

Check this out! My theme is The Power Five.

I'm highlighting five influential Black women.

Michelle Obama, Stacey Abrams, Maya Angelou, Katherine Johnson,

and obviously, me.

-You? -Yeah!

I'ma be the President of the United States someday.

Or on the Supreme Court.

Not sure yet, but either way I'll be powerful.

Yeah, that's a great goal.

But as of now, you're a middle school student

who still likes to be tucked in at night.

-Can I help you with something? -Yes, you can.

I think you should team up with Dylan.

He has a lot of cool ideas.

Did he send you to come ask me?

What? No!

I haven't talked to Dylan in days, maybe weeks.

Okay, bye.

Did she say yes?

No, she's not budging.

All right, thanks bro.

Yo, what up Rebecca?

So, I was thinking.

You should just hang a banner of me.

I am told I have a face only a mother can love.

Wait, I just realized that's not good.

Don't do that.

Sorry, Dylan. But my answer is still no.

The Juneteenth parade is not a publicity stunt

for Young Dylan.

But it is for Rebecca Wilson?

Hey, if that's the angle the press decides to go on,

who am I to stand in the way of history?

This is not over.

Pretty sure it is, though.

Bye!

Rebecca!

[music]

Please spray over there, too.

That slug looked pregnant. It might have laid eggs.

[knocking on door]

Principal Matthews? Principal Matthews!

-Can we talk? -Sure, come on in.

What's on your mind?

I wanted to talk about the Juneteenth parade.

It's a very important holiday to me.

And I'd like to help Rebecca build the school's float.

But your cousin Rebecca was already selected

to build it this year.

I have a feeling she's going to make us all proud!

Oh, you missed a spot!

I just think the load shouldn't always fall on one person.

You see, I look to the day when young girls won't

be judged by their labor skills,

but by the content of their character.

As a young Black man, I believe it's my duty

to step in and assist.

The time is always right, to do what's right.

Power to the people.

You just said a whole lotta nothing.

But you made some good points.

I don't see a problem with you and Rebecca working together.

In fact, it may look good having two students

work in unison to create an award-winning float.

That's exactly what I'm saying!

Then it's settled.

Pleasure doing business with you.

Are you kidding me?!

[music]

[music]

Why don't you just stand over there

while I handle this?

No! Because you're doing it all wrong.

You need to lower the skirt so it can look like it's floating.

That's why it's called a float.

Fine, then you do it!

Fine! I will!

All right, let's see.

Yeah! That's how you do it.

Oops.

I can not believe you talked Principal Matthews

into letting you help me.

This isn't going to work.

Finally, we agree.

The Power Five stuff is cool and all,

but it's definitely a snooze fest.

That is not what I meant.

And my theme is going to be a show stopper.

The press is going to eat this up.

Yeah, and then spit it out.

If you would just follow my instructions

and stop undoing my work,

we would have been finished by now!

I'm sorry about the plywood. I had no idea that would happen.

Let's just finish this tomorrow.

Great, yeah. I'm totally tired.

I can't wait to get in bed.

See you later.

[music]

All right. We got this, and then you do that faster.

Please remind me,

why are we baking 200 peach pies without my mama?

Because she'll see I am helpful, too.

She's gonna eat these pies, and her words!

What does her recipe say to do next?

I have no idea, okay?

My mama's handwriting looks like chicken scratch.

Is that an R, or a K?

[Yasmine]: It looks like a B.

It looks like it's a...

I'm not even gonna ask.

That's 'cause you don't have to. I bet the tasty aroma

is filling up your nostrils all the way upstairs.

Actually, I thought I smelled something burning.

-The crust! -The crust!

Ooh, ooh! Oh!

I wasn't even in charge of crust.

-Myles... -I wasn't even

in charge of crust!

Okay, Mr. "I'm the best cook in the whole family."

We need your help.

I would love to!

But my volunteer days are over, I'm out here gettin' money.

All right, all right, I tell you what.

How about you help us in exchange for you

living here? You know, us puttin' a roof over your head,

and us putting food in your belly?

I think you legally have to do those things.

What if you tripled my allowance?

What if I drop you off at the fire station?

Okay, what if we doubled your allowance?

Baby, no, no! We're not doubling nothing!

You got another plan? Look at us.

I can't impress your mama with this.

All right. Tell you what, lil boy!

Please, we need your help!

In the words of Rosa Parks, Nah... Respectfully.

[music]

Man, this is for the culture. Who can say no to all this?

Yeah.

Young, Young, Young, it's Young Dylan!

Young, Young...

Uh-oh.

Who's there? Who's there?

Relax, Chuckles, it's just me!

Oh. That was a close one.

I was about to start swinging with my eyes closed.

Did I wake anyone else up?

No, I'm the only one up.

Just baked 200 peach pies, so I'm wired.

What are you... Ooh...

When Rebecca sees you re-did her float,

you gon' get it.

What, you don't like it?

I didn't say that.

Man, she'll be fine with me sneaking back out here,

once she sees how fly this all looks.

I don't know, she seemed pretty passionate

about the Power Five.

Chuckles, let's keep it real. This is way better.

When I perform my Power Four bars,

the crowd will go nuts, and my fans will be relieved

to see that I'm still that guy.

Yeah, that all sounds good. But just in case you're wrong,

after Rebecca buries you, can I convert your studio

into a planetarium?

Get out.

Get off. Get off my float.

Right now.

[music]

Well, I'll be!

They made all these pies without me?

Have mercy!

They stuck they foot in this pie!

Hey, hey mama!

What are you doing here?

I thought you weren't coming 'til later.

Well, that was the plan,

but when I couldn't find my recipe book,

I realized I left it over here. I was gonna come earlier,

But I see you guys made good use of it.

Yeah, we did.

It was a piece of cake. Or shall I say, piece of pie?

Yep yep.

We stayed up all night long, baking our lives away.

Well, you did an outstanding job.

I just want to thank you for taking the initiative

to get it done.

Hey, come on, now! You know your son.

I just wanted to get the ball rolling, you know?

Actually, it was my idea to get a jumpstart on the pies,

we wanted to take the burden off your arthritic hands, Viola.

Oh! Yeah.

That's sweet of you, Yasmine.

Hey, Grandma! Did you taste one of the pies yet?

Charlie, why don't you go upstairs and...

I did!

And I have to admit, it tastes better than when I did it.

That's because I added...

'Cause you probably got some homework to do!

Let my grandbaby talk.

Hey, Charlie. Now, you added what, baby?

A hint of O.J., and a dash of maple syrup to the mix.

To help bring out the peach.

Wait, so you made all these pies?

Yes, ma'am.

Wait, was that supposed to be confidential?

Not anymore.

I can't believe you two used Charlie to

make all these pies!

Okay, mama. In our defense,

you know, we tried and failed.

This recipe book is the devil.

It's so hard to follow!

I thought it was simple to follow.

You know, since Charlie did all the work,

he's gonna be the face of the pie booth.

Here. Here's some money

for having misguided,

"let me just take advantage of my baby boy" parents.

It's not your fault, baby.

[Rebecca]: I can't believe you would go behind my back!

[Dylan]: And I can't believe you think your idea is going

to help your career! Oh, wait... You don't have one.

[both shouting angrily]

[Viola]: Oh.

I got this.

Why do you always have to do this?!

[both shouting angrily]

Hold on.

Why are you out here arguing like an old, bitter,

divorced couple?

Grandma, Dylan snuck behind my back and destroyed

-my float for the parade. -You did what?

I didn't destroy it, I gave it an upgrade.

Rebecca thinks her idea is gonna attract the media.

And you think performing on the float is gonna

-make your song go viral! -Okay, enough!

Come on over here and sit down, you two.

Hey! I said sit down!

Sounds to me like you both are doing this

for all the wrong reasons.

Do you even know what Juneteenth is all about?

No.

When the Civil War ended, all slaves were supposed

to be free, but some states didn't follow the rules.

So on June nineteenth, General Gordon Granger

went to Texas and issued an official decree

that all slaves were to be freed.

We call that day Juneteenth, 'cause it is a time

to celebrate as a unified community,

and honor the day that slaves were truly set free.

I think the two of you need to re-think your agendas.

'Cause Juneteenth isn't about you as individuals;

it's about us as a community,

finally getting this important day acknowledged as a holiday.

You're disappointing me.

-I'm sorry. -My bad.

Grandma is right, we did lose sight

of what the true meaning of Juneteenth is all about.

Yeah, and it definitely has nothing to do with hip-hop.

Or me as the fifth powerful Black woman.

It's just so hard to believe that we went from being

kings and queens, to slaves.

Now we constantly have to fight.

You're a genius, Dylan!

Wait, I am?

Hold up, you didn't know that?

Wait, Rebecca, what did I say?

We should change our theme to African royalty,

because you're right, that's where we came from.

Hear me out, we can drape the bottom

with a silk purple fabric,

and build a beautiful gold crown and throne...

Oh, and we could put framed photos of past

Black queens and kings in the front.

And you can perform right in the middle.

What? No, I thought...

I'm not talking about the song you just created

a couple days ago. You should write something new.

Something that actually goes with our new theme.

Hmm...

Black Royalty. That's gonna be the title.

But I'll only write it, if you perform it with me.

Let's get started after school.

Sounds like a plan!

[both]: This is sick!

We did it, cuz!

We did, didn't we?

And who cares about the press? We're honoring our history.

And making our ancestors proud.

That's all that matters.

Now let's get started on this song, Black Royalty.

We might have a banger on our hands.

Speaking of royalty.

We're gonna make a lot of money off of this song...

Sorry.

It's hard to turn it off sometimes.

That was the best parade ever!

Your float and song were litty.

You can just say lit, mom.

Man, my favorite part was when we handed the crowns

to all the little kids.

And they all wanted to take pictures with us

in our African garb!

Yes, that was so sweet!

Well, I've got everything set up to take a selfie.

Bet!

Well, we got the best drop ever.

-So let's do this! -Yeah!

Everybody say "Black Royalty" on three!

One, two, three!

[all]: Black Royalty!

[music]