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[music]

[Dylan] Hey! Watch the kicks!

Not a scuff in sight.

I may have fractured my tibia, but it was worth it.

What's going on?

This weekend, the school is having its very first

video game tournament. We just signed up!

Yeah!

Aw, man!

I have an art project I have to do this weekend!

The one you were assigned months ago,

but waited until the last minute to do?

I didn't wait 'til the last minute!

Okay, I did.

But Mom and Dad agreed to help me,

so I'll be fine.

Man, I haven't seen students heated like this

since they started "Meatloaf Mondays".

I can't believe they're doing all that

for a dumb video game.

Excuse me!

One of Us is the most popular game out!

Oh, okay, so it's a popular dumb video game.

It is the world's best game of space based strategy!

Teams of players try to sniff out who the pretender is,

before he terminates the other crew members.

- So, you're a space detective? - Sorta.

But you also gotta blow up the meteors to keep the ship safe!

Pew! Pew!

And the winner gets their picture hung up

in the Young Scholars' Academy's Locker of Legends.

Booder, you gotta put some respect on its name.

It's the Young Scholars' Academy Locker of Legends!

Oh, man. I've always wanted my picture in here.

Me too, right next to Meaty McGee.

He became a Locker Legend

after he ate 50 meatballs once during lunch.

Well, I'mma be an Academy Legend.

No, I'm gonna win that tournament

and getting my face in that locker!

You?

Yo, get your girl, bro.

You don't even know how to play.

How hard can blasting lasers be?

Pee! Pee!

Yo, really?

It's "Pew! Pew!"

Your lasers need work.

[music]

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

♪ Mom knew I was cool and not a regular guy ♪

♪ Everybody follow me I'm gonna take you on a trip ♪

♪ Buckle up Let's go ♪

♪ I'mma give you all a hit

♪ I'm a star came up from a block of Chi Town ♪

♪ Livin' large

♪ I'm tryin' to balance school and these bars ♪

- ♪ Came far - ♪ Ain't no better feelin'

♪ I told 'em you gon' love Young Dylan ♪

♪ Young Dylan Young Dylan ♪

♪ Young Dylan Young Dylan ♪

♪ Young Dylan Young Dylan ♪

♪ Tell 'em you gon' love Young Dylan ♪

[music]

Charlie, don't you have an art project you need to finish?

Chill. I'm just taking a little break.

But you haven't even started yet.

Okay, I'm starting with a little break.

Pew, pew! Take that, space dust!

Whoa, move! Get back.

Whoa, I've never seen someone laser meteors so fast.

You destroyed all of them before Rebecca even blasted one!

Hey! I'm still learning!

Learning what?

How to eat my meteor dust?

Ahh! What was that?

It looks like Charlie called a meeting.

Yeah.

Bethany's game avatar is missing.

Man, why am I always the first to go?

If you want, my avatar can hold hands

with your avatar, so this won't happen again.

So, what-- what happens now?

Well, whenever a person goes missing,

we have a meeting to try and figure out

which one of us is responsible.

AKA, the pretender!

Easy.

The pretender is Rebecca!

What?! Me? Why?!

Because I said so!

Dylan, you have to use logic. You can't just guess.

Logic?

Stand back and watch me work.

Well, it's not Bethany, because she's missing.

Great detective work, Captain Obvious.

Let me finish!

It's also not Charlie, because, well...

He's Charlie.

She's right.

The pretender is...

Booder!

But you didn't even question Dylan!

Oh please, he'd never take out Bethany.

: It's true, Booder. I'll never hurt my boo.

Stop.

Folks, we have a winner.

Yes! Who's eating space dust now?!

You're a great detective. But your meteor game is trash.

That is facts. Good one, Charlie.

Why are you laughing? Your detective skills are trash.

You're great with meteors,

but that's only part of the game.

Well, the tournament tomorrow is for teams,

so you may want to think about joining forces.

Us? Working together?

Oh, you're serious.

Well, you may want to consider it,

because most people already have their partners.

Right, teammate?

[Dylan] What?!

We teamed up way before you decided to join.

Wow, it's late. I better get going.

[Dylan] Maybe I can walk you home, you know,

- Keep you safe, you know... - Stay!

[Booder] See you tomorrow.

At least you gave it your all.

I don't wanna hear you, man. All right? Dang!

Maybe we should think about partnering up.

I mean, I still don't have one.

Yeah, and I was supposed to be teaming up with

Fast Fingers Frank,

but he ditched me for someone else.

Yeah, I heard about that. Ouch!

But...

With your detective skills and my meteor blasting skills,

we could be unstoppable!

Looks like Team Becca and Team Dylan are about to

W - I - N - E - R - S!

W - I - N - E - R - S!

[Charlie] Whiners?

I like your enthusiasm.

We can work on the spelling later.

Okay.

[music]

Weather's perfect.

Merci, sun, merci!

Good day, Madame.

Thank you.

And Ma-dad.

- Sir. - [pants ripping]

Good thing they're only painting our fronts.

Thanks again for helping with my art project.

It's worth 50% of my final grade!

[Yasmine] Wow.

Well, with this face in your portrait,

you're bound to get an A.

Maybe.

You do look just like me.

Yeah...

I need to fix you, first.

Fix me? What's wrong with me?

[Charlie] You're missing this.

Okay, now hold that there.

- Yeah? - Now, hold that...

- Okay. - Hold it like it's a baby.

Like, cradle it?

[Charlie] Nah, that's good.

Looking good.

Now Mom!

You need perfect posture.

- No slouching! - I don't slouch.

Okay, I don't always slouch.

More.

More. More.

Little bit more.

Magnifique!

Ah, ah!

My subjects mustn't move!

Amateurs.

How, how long are we supposed to hold these poses for?

Beats me.

One, maybe two days.

Days?!

[music]

Here are the devices you'll be using.

Remember, you're on meteors.

I'll handle the detective work.

I got you.

I know you're my best friend, but me and Booder

are totally winning this!

Man, my girl is so cute when she talks trash.

Just stop.

Tally ho!

Let the gaming begin!

Go, go, go, yes!

[Bethany] Look, we got this, we got this.

[shouting]

Pew, pew!

Two, four, six, eight, I'm out here tryna dominate!

Shh!

Keep it down! We don't want to show our hand.

All right, I got you. Pew, pew!

Ooh!

It looks as if someone has called a meeting

to determine who's the pretender!

I'll just come out and say it's not me.

- I'm busy blasting meteors. - Me, too.

Is that so?

Yup, just lots of "pew pewing" over here.

Interesting,

because Dylan and I were "pew pewing",

and we didn't see you.

Well, I'm...

Lying?

Mr. Elliot, the pretender is Booder!

Aw, sorry... That is...

Correct!

Aw, man!

How'd you know it was me?

You have a tell!

Aw, nuts!

After three rounds,

Rebecca's dominant detective skills

have put her and Dylan in first place!

Yes!

Heard that? I put our team in first place!

No. We did.

It's a team effort, Rebecca.

Meh. 60-40, really.

As we enter our quarter final, it's still anyone's game.

After a short potty break.

What's wrong?

Call a chiropractor.

My back hurts from carrying this team!

Locker of Legends, here I come!

No! You mean here we come!

Get back here!

I don't think that's what she meant.

[music]

- You really enjoying this? - Yes.

This posing is doing more for my back

than a year's worth of yoga.

My spine feels amazing!

Quit moving!

Okay, I'm sorry son, but my arms feel like limp noodles!

You can't rush art!

Voila! It's done.

Oh, thank goodness.

No peeking!

Wait, wait, wait, wait. Hold on.

So you mean to tell me we posed for all this time,

and we can't even see the finished product?

I don't want it to lose its...

Je ne sais quoi before my teacher sees it.

No peeking.

Yeah.

Where does he get this stuff from?

Beats me.

Come on! We stood out here for hours.

Okay? Felt like days!

You're tryin' to tell me you don't wanna...

Peek just a little bit?

- Maybe a little. - Little bit, right?

- No! - No, we shouldn't.

No, no, but...

I'm gorgeous!

Are you kidding me?

I look like a monster!

You don't look that bad.

I don't look that bad?!

Baby, I look like the Hunchback meets the Joker!

I gotta talk to him. Excuse me.

About what?

You're criticize his work?

- No, I'm just gonna... - No!

He told you not to look at it anyway.

Maybe he's not done yet.

Man, he said, "Voila!"

You can't say anything to him,

it's just gonna be hurtful.

For him or for me?

Myles.

Fine, fine. Okay, cool.

I'm not gonna say anything.

He did tell you to quit moving.

[music]

What are you doing?

Taking a selfie in front of the Locker of Legends,

because soon my face will be in this space

when I win first place.

You mean when we win first place!

Yeah, whatever.

Investigation 101?

Hmm, maybe your book can help me answer this mystery.

Why is my partner such a self-centered ego maniac,

who wants to hog all of the spotlight?

Answer me, spotlight hogger!

Please, it's not my fault you can't carry your own weight.

What?! I'm carrying my weight in meteors.

Or you must have forgotten there's no I in team.

But there is an M and an E, and that spells "me".

My detective senses are tingling.

They're sensing some hateration.

Me? A hater?

Please, I taught you everything you know

- about video games. - You're just made because

the student has surpassed the master!

Wait.

Sorry, but you think you're better than me?

No. I know I am.

Well, here's something you don't know... I quit!

And I'm gonna win the tournament on my own!

You must have meteors for brains.

Because I'm leaving you,

and becoming a Locker Legend on my own!

- Nuh-uh! - Uh-huh!

- Nuh-uh! - Uh-huh!

Hey!

Dylan, you forgot something.

- What? - That I'm smarter than you.

Hey!

[shouting]

I don't wanna be on your team either!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

You two really wanna split up half way through the tournament?

- Yes! - Yes!

Besides, the game is called One of Us,

not Both of Us,and I've had it with her taking all the credit.

- You mean carrying you?! - You're not good.

[Rebecca] You get on my nerves!

- [shouting] - Okay, okay, okay!

You two will be at a disadvantage

because you won't have a teammate,

but I'll allow you to split up.

However, you have to divide your points evenly.

Which is going to knock both of you out of first place.

Yes!

Sorry girl, but I want to win.

[Rebecca] No problem.

I'll be back in first place soon enough.

And my picture will be in the Locker of Legends!

Not if my face is there first!

We'll see about that. May the best player win.

And that's me.

Really?

- [Dylan] You move. - No, you move!

No, you move!

- She broke it! - He broke it!

That was my mother's.

She's an avid gamer.

Now she's going to raise my rent for sure!

Thanks a lot!

Hey, buddy.

How's it going?

Just wanted to see if you needed a hand.

- No, I'm good. - Okay.

So, question.

Are you, are you happy

with the way that painting turned out?

I think so.

Well, I sure would love to see it.

- You looked, didn't you. - [Myles] Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

- Yup, sure did. Mm-hm. - How could you?!

How could I?

How could you?!

Charlie, I look like a fool!

You have a problem with my painting?

No, no, son. No problem.

I just wanna know why does your mom look like Halle Barry,

and I look like someone folks would say,

"Who's the weird guy with Halle Berry?"

You clearly don't understand art.

- Clearly. - Not that it matters,

but the assignment was to paint a Picasso...

Part of the painting was supposed to represent

his early period,

and the other represents his cubist period.

Right. Yeah, right.

You expect me to believe that?

Yeah, I do!

And the reason I had you holding the vase,

'cause it represents you as a husband and a father.

Oh.

Okay, well... Go on.

And your arms are so big

because they have to be, since you lift our family up.

And the reason I had you next to Mom

is because you always have her back.

Without you, the other half of this canvas would be empty.

You--you good?

Come here!

I love you, Charlie.

Yep, I promise to always support this family.

Too tight!

Loosen up!

This is just these big ol' loving arms.

[music]

If you two can't get along,

then neither of you are welcome to play in the final round!

-But... - I have spoken!

Now I'll never be a Locker Legend.

You just love to take everything from me, don't you?

Me? Take from you?!

Video games were my thing!

Don't you have enough stuff you're great at?

A girl can never be great at too many things.

You're smart, you're funny, you're...

Wait, why am I giving you compliments?

I don't know, but hey, I'm not complaining.

Well, I was the gamer. But you had to take that, too.

Because everything always comes easy

for Ms. Perfect Rebecca.

The piano, math, and now One of Us.

Things may look like they come easy to me, but they don't.

I work really hard.

Like, who else studies for a video game?

But that doesn't mean you could take all the credit.

We were winning as a team, Rebecca!

Yeah.

I guess I let all the attention go to my head.

But why?

[Rebecca] Look, ever since you moved in,

you were instantly popular at school.

For me, that's never come easy.

So I thought if I became a Locker Legend,

it would be proof that I can be popular, too.

I mean, I am pretty swaggy.

But between me and you, it's not easy.

- It's not? - No!

I saran wrapped my shoes to keep them scuff-free!

Swag might seem easy, but it's tough to maintain.

I guess I misjudged you. I'm sorry.

I guess I did, too. I'm sorry, too.

- We cool? - Cooler than cool.

Aww!

What are you doing out here?

And what exactly did you see?

Why, 'cause you have some type of reputation to uphold?

No.

I was just curious on how much we had to catch him up on.

But I actually think wrappin' up

and showin' other friendly acts of affection

are incredibly healthy.

And you are right!

I actually came out to ban you both from the tournament!

But after seeing you two be so honest and kind,

well, I had a change of heart.

Here are your devices.

Seriously, don't break these.

Mr. Elliot...

You think we could actually stay a team?

Really?

Really.

Yay!

Well, at least we have a guaranteed chance

at winning again.

Facts.

- After you, Cousin. - [Rebecca] Thanks.

[music]

And the winners of our first annual

One of UsExtravaganza are...

Booder and Bethany!

Wow. We lost to them?

But how?

Well, thanks to Rebecca's savvy detective work,

I learned my tell.

After that, all he had to do was adjust his tell

and pick up on everyone else's.

The rest is history.

Boo! Y'all still trash!

Boo!

Not boo. Boo-der. And that'd be me.

Well, I had fun. And I'm glad we stayed a team.

Yeah, me, too.

Too bad we're not gonna be the Locker of Legends, though.

Maybe we still can.

You think we can both eat 51 meatballs?

Mm-hm!

Meaty McGee ain't got nothing on us!

[Dylan] Yeah!

- Rebecca! - I'm sorry, bro!

[music]

Guys, I got an A on my assignment!

That is great, Charlie! I am so proud of you.

- What are you doing? - He's training.

Something about Meaty McGee?

Okay. Come on, Dylan.

So, what am I at, Auntie Yaz?

Three.

Only 48 more to go.