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[music] [Charlie] Oh, oh!

The answer is Lyndon B. Johnson!

[clears throat]

[Gameshow host] The answer is Lyndon B. Johnson.

-What! -Whoa...

I, I, I quit. I quit, okay?

This game is rigged!

Man, it's always the people with zero points

who says it's rigged.

Excuse me, Grandma has zero points too!

I ain't playin'!

I'm checkin' out contestant number two.

Y'all see a weddin' band?

[Gameshow host] Which is bigger, the sun or the moon?

-Moon! -The sun!

You might wanna sit this one out, Rebecca.

I'm the space genius here.

[Gameshow host] The correct answer is...the sun.

-Ooh... -Ooh!

And you might wanna join Dad on the losing bench.

Oh! That's all right, son,

'cause we swaggy over here on the losing bench.

Uncle Myles, people don't say "swaggy" anymore.

[Myles mutters]

I need everyone's attention!

-Okay, what's next? -Okay, so...

Come on!

Hey, hey, hey!

What are you-- what are you doing?

-Baby, baby, baby-- -[all protesting]

I just need five minutes!

Sooo...a popular community magazine

is gonna capture us in their project titled

"An All-American Family"!

Aaah!

Hello?

I submitted us and they chose our family and two others.

So a photographer's gonna show up on Saturday

and take our first family photo!

We're gonna be featured in a magazine.

[All] Oh!

[excited chatter]

* From the Chi down in ATL Family living well *

* Uncle Myles ain't understand my style *

* Had to show and tell

* Auntie Yaz said I'm good at math, I should never fail *

* And Cousin Becca, she a steppa *

* Charlie rollin' with the kid

* Yeah, ah (WHO?) You gonna love Young Dylan *

* Yeah, ah (WHO?) Who gonna love Young Dylan? *

* Yeah, ah (WHO?) Who gonna love Young Dylan? *

* Yeah, ah (WHO?) You gonna love Young Dylan *

* Yeah, ah (WHO?) Who gonna love Young Dylan? *

* Yeah, ah (WHO?) You gonna love Young Dylan *

[music]

Didn't you just love those paintings?

And that is why street art

is strategically planned and designed

for the world to see!

Now, who can give me an example of street art?

Oh!

The Biggie Smalls mural in Brooklyn.

Ah, Brooklyn, it has it all--

culture, history...

that bridge...

Uh, how many times have you been to Brooklyn, Mr. Elliot?

Never been.

Mr. Elliot, can anyone have a mural of themselves?

Or is it just for famous folks?

I've seen a few unrecognized people,

and I always look them up.

Now, as a special treat for today's lecture,

I took the liberty of painting

my version of street art.

-Ooh! -Whoa!

Yo, that's it!

All I need to do is have my own mural

and people will look me up and discover all this greatness.

Oh, don't forget!

Next week, we're painting sea glass,

so bring extra bandages.

Hey, Mr. Elliot!

That bow tie is dope.

I'm sure you mean well, Dylan,

but my mom bought it and she has horrible taste.

What do you need, Dylan?

Uh, do you know any street artists?

As a matter of fact, I do!

I mentor a group called Color Schemers.

I came up with the name.

Anywho, if you want to learn how to paint people,

you should meet them.

Uh, nah.

I want them to paint a mural of me.

[gasps] You can ask.

The Color Schemers are using this classroom tomorrow.

Wait, for real?

Love your passion for art, Dylan!

And I love my passion for getting what I want.

What's that?

Oh, nothing. See ya!

[music]

Yo! Guess what, y'all?

Yo' boy is about to blow up!

-Oh, hold on. -What's that?

It's a tally of all the times you said

you're about to blow up.

I'm at 68 so far this month. You?

Hm! I only have 67. Must've missed one.

Whatever! But this time it's the truth.

[Charlie & Rebecca] And you said that...

57 times.

Oh, y'all got jokes.

But I'm gonna convince this art group named Color Schemers

to paint a mural of me on the busiest part of Atlanta.

Never heard of them. Why would they wanna paint you?

Because I'm an insanely talented rapper

who adds flavor to the city,

and they get to say they were there before anyone else.

Just imagine seeing this face

on the side of a downtown building...

Don't see it.

When are you gonna talk to Color Schemers?

Oh, I'm gonna meet them here tomorrow afternoon.

But that's when we were supposed to be taking

our family picture for that magazine!

Oh! I forgot about that.

No big deal. I'll just ask them.

They'll say yes. And I'll be home in time.

I hope you didn't also forget I told you not to wear yellow

because I am.

It's the one color that makes my melanin pop.

[music]

See? Check it out!

Check it out, take it all in.

Take, take it all in. Take, take it all in.

That's right. Pure 4-karat gold.

[laughs]

How do you like my drippity-drip for tomorrow's pic?

It looks like it hurts.

[chuckles weakly] It don't.

I thought Dylan asked you to stay out of his closet.

Come on, now!

Retro throwbacks are comin' back in!

You know, you don't want some old tacky dad in the picture,

do you?

[Both] No. We don't.

[Myles] Yeah, okay.

Oh! Mm! Mm, mm, mm!

My stylist canceled on me last minute,

so I let her assistant do my hair.

Does it look that bad?

[chuckles]

Baby, just pin it down, yeah.

-Pin it. -Okay.

Oh my...

Ugh!

What am I gonna do?

Uh, uh, we, we can use duct tape!

Ugh!

Baby, slow down.

I can't move fast in this suit, now.

[Myles' chain jingles]

What's in the bag, Grandma?

It's a family heirloom.

Kids, meet your ancestors.

-So cool. -Wow...

Are you in that picture, Grandma?

Boy, this picture was taken in the 1800s.

I am not that old!

[Rebecca] Is that real gold?

Yes, it is.

Now, this is a family tradition.

Someone is to hold this in any family picture.

I'll let y'all decide. [chuckles]

I have got to go and get my dress for tomorrow.

And maybe a hat for Yasmine.

Well, I'll be holding the heirloom

for our family picture.

Excuse you!

I was the one who did a school assignment

on our family history.

You did an assignment on jelly donuts.

Oh yeah!

And it was totally delicious researching it.

[music]

[music]

What's that?

A portrait of our ancestors.

I'm hiding it from Rebecca.

Are you washing any of this stuff soon?

Uh, does it stink?

A little sour, but not suffocating.

Then I'll wash it in a couple of weeks.

[sighs]

Yeah...

Ugh.

[music]

[snoring]

[snores]

[snores]

[snores]

[snores]

[snores]

[snores]

[snores]

[sighs]

Give it back or else!

It's my jelly donut, not yours!

Hm...

[music]

What?

H-h-how did you-- When did you--

Oh, good morning, Sis. How did you sleep last night?

I slept like a baby.

Wait, I put the portrait on my tallest shelf

so you couldn't reach it.

Rumor says that I'm taller now, so I did reach it.

Give it back now, Charlie!

Hmm...

What y'all think?

That's what I thought too.

Nope! We're good.

Seriously? Let it go!

You're not getting away this time, Rebecca!

Well, I'm not going to let go!

[grunting]

[Rebecca] Give it here, you loud snoring beast!

[indignant gasp]

No, come on, Becs! Let my man have this.

Mind your business, Dylan!

You always take his side!

Because he's gonna cover for me, right?

You got it!

Wait, are you gonna get back in time to change?

You don't see all this drip?

I'm already dressed for the picture.

I can just walk in and look stunning.

[music]

Yo, what's up, Color Schemers!

Your boy Young Dylan is in the building.

Oh, hey!

Mr. Elliot said you'll be dropping by.

I'm Sticks. This is Tones.

Nice to meet you both!

Okay, I see all the talent in here.

It's giving a modern-day Picasso vibe.

Appreciate it!

So Dylan, what are you into?

Oil? Pop art? Abstract?

Nah! Mr. Elliot didn't tell y'all about me?

Check it.

* Uh, uh

* Color Schemers got the game on lock *

* They creatin' masterpieces now, everybody shocked *

* Acrylic, oil, they can do it all *

* They can do it anywhere with just a canvas and a wall *

* We all artists and I just rap *

* They the best around town, and that's a fact *

* Inspirational art with the perfect hues *

* And my name is Y-Dizzle Can I be your muse? *

[cheers and applause]

Dylan, that was fire, man!

It definitely snapped. [snaps]

Appreciate it, appreciate it!

So, what do y'all say?

About what?

Like I said in my rhymes.

I want you guys to paint me.

I'm thinking three-story building,

downtown, on the side of that new building--

[Sticks & Tones] Aah!

I thought you were here to learn, man.

I'm sorry, there's no way we can paint you anytime soon, Dylan.

Well, maybe not today.

But we can start first thing in the morning.

It could be done by sunset.

You see that huge painting right here?

This is our priority.

We've been working on it for weeks now,

and it's still not finished.

Why is it so important?

Because it's for the mayor, and he's paying us.

[phone chime]

Oh shoot, our food is here.

Look, we can't just leave the work sitting here.

Don't worry about it!

I'll keep a eye on it and make sure no one comes in

and messes with it.

Uh, I don't know.

-We can't-- -Hey, it's cool!

Mr. Elliot spoke me up.

Remember?

It's true, Sticks.

Okay! All right!

Tell you what.

You hold things down for us, and when we get back,

we can talk to you about doing a mural for you.

Bet!

Okay.

[phone ringing]

Yo, what's up, Charlie?

[clattering]

The photographer's on his way!?

Huh...

Okay, I just need to close this deal and I'll be home.

[Charlie] They agreed to paint you?

Yes and no, but more no than yes.

Yeah, I know.

[gasps] No, no, no!

Charlie, I've gotta go!

I just got paint on the kicks I'm wearing

for the family photo!

Oh, no, no, no, no!

It's okay.

Calm down, Dylan.

It's just a drop of paint.

Relax.

I just need to find a rag.

Oh, there we go.

All right.

Come on, man.

Get this dirty paint off...

[sighs]

[gasps]

[gasps]

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

[pants]

No!

Momma Yaz is gonna bury me!

Uh oh!

Oh!

Momma Yaz isn't gonna bury me

because the Color Schemers are gonna do it first!

Ugh!

[music]

[phone ringing]

Oh-ho-ugh!

Hey, Momma Yaz.

Uh, yeah, I, I'm, I'm here.

I'm just getting ready-- in the garage.

Okay!

See you in a couple hours.

I mean, a minute.

Okay.

Oh, man...

You know, Dylan, we were talking,

and we think we might able to work something--

What did you do!?

[gasping]

It's not as bad as it looks!

Okay, it's probably worse than it looks.

[music]

What's wrong with you?

Besides the fact that we've been doing this for two hours?

Nothing.

Just go use the restroom.

I'll hold on to this for us.

-No, I'm just...cold. -Hm.

[sighs]

I just love the sound of running water, don't you?

[running water on phone] You don't play fair.

-What, what's that? -What's what?

Ew, there's something in your nose!

It looks like it's growing!

-Ugh! -Hand me a tissue!

You mean...those tissues?

Hmm...[inhales sharply]

Nope!

Not until you release my ancestors from bondage.

Come on. [doorbell rings]

It should be open!

Hey!

Uh, is this the, the Wilson residence?

Yeah. Are you the photographer?

Yup. Name is Noah.

Uh, is everyone ready?

I, uh, I got another family to capture across town

and I, uh, wanna make a stop on the way there, so, heh.

As soon as my annoying little brother

removes his crusty nubs from this picture!

We will be ready.

Noah, can you kindly tell my sister

she's the one that needs lotion? I can see the ash from here.

-[indignant gasp] -Uh-huh!

I can't believe you bought the cheap wig, Myles!

Well, honey, you didn't like your real hair,

so I came up with a solution.

It is giving...bird's nest meets Halloween, though.

-[Yasmine] Oh, you got jokes!? -[Myles] Baby...

Who wears a leather vest, Myles?

Where ya from? The Village?

And your shirt looks like it hurts.

Take off Charlie's shirt!

Oh, really!?

-[Yasmine] Yeah! -[Myles] Really?

-[Yasmine] Yeah! -[Myles] Oh, okay.

-[sighs] -[Charlie grunts]

I'm gonna be late for my next appointment, uh...

[Both] Yup!

[grunts] Give it back!

No, you give it back!

-Your shoes are untied. -They're slippers.

We leave you alone for five minutes

and this is what happens!

Dylan, you destroyed our work!

You've gotta go.

I can't believe we were gonna consider your mural idea.

-Wait, you were? -Yeah!

-But forget it! -[whispers] Forget it!

Wait! Please, okay, real talk.

I accidentally bumped into it and I tried to fix it.

-I'm sorry. -It's too late!

We'll never do a mural of you.

At least, not one you'd like!

-[Sticks] Wait! -What are you doing?

What if I just gently erased my work

with this water sprayer!?

[Sticks] No, no, no, no, no!

[shrieks]

Stop!

[shouting] [sprayer whirring]

Aaggh!

I can't stop this thing!

How do you work this!?

[Tones] Not the painting!

No!

[Dylan] Aaaaaahhh!

[music]

[Noah] What? No!

Is she really going back to him

after what he did to her?

Looks like it.

How could she do something so silly?

This is why I'm single with trust issues.

[Rebecca] Hm.

The queen has arrived!

Huh, Grandma! You look amazing!

[laughs] I ain't left no crumbs, huh?

I got that from social media.

Why are you two undressed?

They're fighting over a picture.

And you would be who?

I'm the photographer. Name's Noah.

Oh...

Hi, Noah.

Why are you two fightin' over the heirloom?

Each person wants to hold the picture for the picture.

Well, I'm sure there's gonna be more than one picture.

Yes, but only one is being published in the magazine.

Okay, Noah.

You mind if I talk to my grandbabies alone?

Yeah, of course, sure thing.

Do you mind if I, uh, help myself to your refrigerator?

It's not mine. Have at it.

All right.

I need you two to stop this foolishness

and go get dressed.

[grunts]

Mission accomplished.

She's probably already here.

Whatever. Let's just go.

This is ridiculous.

What in the Space Jam is going on here?

Long story.

Is the photographer here yet?

Yeah, he's raidin' your fridge.

Mm-hmm, and I can breathe just fine, thank you.

Where's Dylan?

Uh, he's in the garage.

He'll be out...shortly?

Rebecca, are you still in your PJ's?

I'm going for a-- [grunts]

--comfy cute vibe.

Mm-hmm.

[mouth full] Oh!

Oh, great, well, everyone's here.

That's really good.

Okay, Wilsons, um, I have five minutes left

and then I gotta leave, so can you all stand over here?

-Yeah. -Oh.

We can't do this without Dylan. Can someone grab him?

Uh, baby, we can just photo edit him in, okay?

Let's, let's do this.

What happened to you?

I'm sorry I'm late! I had to go to school--

[Noah] I have three minutes!

Hurry! Get in the picture, Dylan!

Wait, Noah, should we just reschedule?

I mean, look at us. We look a mess.

Speak for yourself, girl.

I look fabulous.

[Noah] You know, this is actually pretty typical.

So okay, on three--

One, two--

Guys, beautiful! Stunning.

[music]

So what are you gonna do about your mural?

Mural? That was so last week.

I don't care about no mural!

So this isn't your post?

"Young rap god from Chicago now living in the ATL

looking for a sick street artist to help his glow-up?"

That could be anyone, Rebecca!

I got snacks!

Hot off the press!

[all exclaiming]

How did it come out?

I haven't looked yet.

I wanted us to see it all together at once.

Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme!

[chuckles]

Yes!

-Here you go! -Thank you.

Okay, one, two, three--open.

Ooh...

Mm.

I love it.

[in unison] You do?

Yes!

It's the perfect representation of our family.

Messy, indecisive...

colorful and full of personality.

And stunning!

[music]

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[Nickelodeon theme]