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[hip-hop music playing]

I know I can get emotional about my music.

But I love this new track as if it were my own baby boy.

You spend way too much time in here by yourself.

I just came over to remind you

that the submission deadline for the Vancouver song competition

is tomorrow at 3:00 pm,

and that your baby boy

is my expensive Bluetooth speaker.

Don't worry about a thing, cuzzo.

I meant...

Don't worry about the Maple Leaf Song Slam.

The track I was just playing is going to win.

When I finish it.

Great!

The winner gets to be featured

on Slotify's Rising Stars playlist.

Everyone listens to that playlist,

and they'll know about Beatzlanta Records.

I just sent you the file to check out.

While I give it the final Y.D.P.,

Young Dylan Polish.

I'm thinking I'll do something new and unique

to really make the song bounce.

Don't bother. I'm sending our song to Dr. GRE,

that big time producer that we met at the Hip Hop Con

who offered to put a professional polish

on our tracks.

Come on! Trust me!

Music is my thing.

Like how your things are science, fashion, and tutoring,

my things are music, being awesome,

and being awesome!

You said "being awesome" twice.

That's because, for me, only twice will suffice.

Oh, rhyming is also my thing.

Besides, Dr. GRE isn't even our style.

He'd ruin our song.

Is that just your ego talking?

It's always my ego talking.

I'm doing what's best for our label.

[gasps dramatically]

Me and my ego are very upset.

You'll get over it when we win.

And I'm taking this too.

[gasps] My baby boy! No!

She doesn't trust me!

[music]

? 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 ?

? Cousin Becca, she a stepper Charlie Rollin' with the kid ?

? Yeah, uh, you gon' love Young Dylan ?

? Yeah, uh, who won't love Young Dylan ?

? Yeah, uh, who gon' love Young Dylan ?

? Yeah, uh, you gon' love Young Dylan ?

? Yeah, uh, who gon' love Young Dylan ?

? Yeah, uh, you gon' love Young Dylan ?

[music]

Every time I step in this house,

there's some new silliness going on.

-Hey, Mom. -Hey, baby.

What's with the zombie house cleaner over there?

Oh, Charlie?

He gets mesmerized

when his favorite astronaut livestreams

from the International Space Station.

I like to say he's spacing out.

Apparently nobody finds that funny but me.

Help yourself.

Who made it?

If it was Jasmine, I brought my own food.

If it was Charlie,

I brought an empty container for leftovers.

Charlie made lunch.

Though I did make the brownies.

Did you now?

Are those supposed to be sugar cookies?

Maybe. Myles.

[Myles] Yes, dear?

You like my accidental brownies, right?

[Myles] Mm-hmm.

I was just about to try one.

[Charlie] Everybody, stop what you're doing!

My favorite astronaut, Stu Spaceman,

just said he enjoys everything about space

except for the food.

Do you know what this means?

That you won't be finishing your chores?

That by combining my two greatest passions,

cooking and space, I, Charlie Wilson,

will save the galaxy!

From bland foods.

I'll need each of you as my test subjects.

So save your appetites!

He literally just saved your appetite.

Hey, fashionistas.

Today, we will be revealing an outfit I made for Bethany.

She'll be wearing it to emcee our school's pep rally

so you'd know she has to be photo ready.

I'm so excited for you to see it.

Not as excited as I am to wear it.

Three, two, one.

Zero.

As in zero chance I'm wearing that.

[slow clap]

What are you clapping for?

[Dylan] Myself.

You gave my thing to the producer,

so I gave your thing to Booder.

You've got to be kidding me.

Mm. Feels bad, doesn't it?

Well, I've proven my point now.

And now you have an outfit

that can get you into any birthday party.

This proves nothing!

Dr. GRE is a professional, while Booder is just...

well, Booder.

I'm making our song better while you made my outfit worse.

Is it worse or is that just your ego talking?

You know what?

Please, thank Booder for the changes.

Unlike some people, I'm not too proud to admit

that I can't handle help from others.

Uh...

@dripsbydebs47 asked if they should still be watching.

I'll reply with "No" and, um, "Turn it off."

Man, this outfit is ugly.

Well, you did it, so...

What do you mean, I did it?

This is petty. This is really petty.

-This is all your fault! -[Dylan] This is...

If you would just not mess with my stuff for five seconds...

If you didn't send our song to the producer...

She has to wear this outfit!

What did I do?

I'm doing this for our label.

I don't know why you're getting mad at me.

He's not even our style!

[Charlie] All right, astronauts.

These are my own creations of gourmet space food.

Space food is much like Earth food,

except it requires complete rehydration.

[suspenseful music]

Okay. Where's Dad?

Oh. He's coming, honey.

He just got really deep into his character.

[triumphant music]

[music crescendos]

[music alters to pleasant]

[Myles] [imitates radio feedback]

Houston, we have landed.

All right, what's the gravity of the situation?

Gravity.

Nobody?

[sighs]

All my jokes are wasted on you guys.

[Charlie] I spent all day working on this.

And we're all very excited, Charlie.

Your food is always great.

You are a culinary genius.

I am a bit of a genius, aren't I?

And once I conquer space, it only proves

I can conquer culinary school as well.

And hopefully pay for it, too.

All right, here we go.

[Charlie] What's wrong?

[all murmuring uncomfortably]

It smells awful.

I failed.

I failed Stu Spaceman. I failed outer space.

Maybe I can't conquer culinary school after all.

I close this visor to hide my shame.

[vomiting]

[knocking on door]

I got it, I got it.

You know, I think I'll open the door with my elbows.

Unless that's too new and different for you.

Dylan, it's not that I don't want you to try new things.

It's that you're just not good at them.

I got it.

Hi, Rebecca. I'm here for my tutoring.

One moment, please.

Yo, let's back up.

I finally figured it out.

You sent someone else our song because you underestimate me.

Well...

Just last week, you said I wouldn't be good

at riding a bike blindfolded.

And you crashed into a tree.

Not before I pedaled a little.

Nobody's good at everything, Dylan,

and it's okay to ask for help.

Sorry, Herschel.

Are you ready for our math tutoring session?

Yes. I've got a big exam on Monday.

Will you both be tutoring me today?

[laughs hysterically]

Dylan, math? Yeah, right.

What Rebecca meant to say

was I will, in fact, be helping her tutor you.

Please, have a seat.

What are you doing? Math is so not your thing.

But being awesome is, and being awesome covers a lot of things.

What do you know about being awesome?

You're being really annoying right now.

Do you know who I am?

I'm like the definition of awesome. Come on now.

Oh, gosh, Dylan. I...

Rebecca, don't make me draw a mustache on you.

Okay.

Math, Herschel, is a lot like riding a bike blindfolded.

To those of us who are good at it,

it's easy and simple.

And, boy, is it a lot of fun.

Take the following equation, for example,

eight minus a parentheses equals...

a smiley face!

Oh. This is...

Awesome! Who knew math could be so easy?

Since you seem to be so great at this,

would you like to be my official math tutor?

Count me in.

You hear that? He thinks I'm great at math.

You can start by helping me go over my entire exam review.

So, what if I invite my entire class, too?

We could all really use the help.

-I don't know. -His schedule is wide open.

Great. I'll sign up for your 2:00 to 3:00.

Then 3:00 to 4:00.

Zack will do your 4:00 to 5:00.

Jess, 5:00 to 6:00.

Me again, 8:00 am tomorrow morning.

Lilly, 9:00 to 10:00. Then...

You think that's enough? We can do two more.

Cassandra and Lucas, after 12:00.

What have I done?

Are you okay?

[music]

So, I take it we're not fixing my hideous pep rally outfit?

Oh, no. It's a total redo.

I'm hoping to bury that thing in the backyard.

Dr. GRE just sent his polished version of the track over,

and I want to play it back on the loudest speakers possible

for Dylan to hear.

Where is Dylan, by the way? I'm usually avoiding him by now.

He's got another full day of tutoring,

all to prove that he was right and I was wrong.

Well, guess what, Dylan?

[low-fi hip-hop music playing]

Yeah, you hear that, Dylan?

Listen to the sound of defeat!

Yeah, it's good, right?

[mild awkward chuckling]

Yeah, it's good, huh?

Your face is like that because it's a new dance move.

This song is bad, Rebecca.

I know!

Dylan was right. The producer ruined our song,

and the Maple Leaf Song Slam submission deadline

is in an hour.

Okay, I can fix this.

I'll just polish Dylan's track and say he was the producer.

He never has to know.

I'll just add bass and a synthesizer.

[dog barking, squeaking, engine revving sound effects]

What did you do?

I accidentally added the entire sound effects folder.

[sound effects stop]

Ah, that's better.

No. No, it's not!

I accidentally deleted the entire song!

Your TV's busted. It's too dark.

Mom, the TV is off.

Oh. Wow.

Does anyone want some cookware

before I sell it all at my yard sale?

If I can't make space food,

I might as well quit cooking altogether.

Come here, son. Come here.

Look, you can't quit your job, all right?

I mean, I didn't quit being an architect

because I can't design a yurt.

They look fun.

But where are the beams?

And I didn't quit singing in the church choir

just because I allegedly sang off-key.

Again, allegedly.

I made up my mind.

Do any of you want to buy these salad tongs?

They also make for a really cool hand extender.

No more getting up for popcorn.

No more getting up for water.

And all for the low price of my hopes and dreams.

Here you go, Charlie.

Feel better.

Ah, boy! Just what I needed.

Huh.

Mom's brownies are usually rock hard and...

inedible.

But rehydration made them perfect!

This is just what I needed!

Mom!

Your brownies are the key to my space food!

Really?

I mean, of course. That makes sense.

[Myles] Mmm.

Mm, baby, these are delicious.

I never thought I'd say anything good about Yasmin's cooking,

but I'm gonna be taking some of these home.

All right, astronauts.

Suit up! My co-chef and I will be creating

more samples for you to try.

Let's go save the galaxy, Charlie.

You don't want it?

Oh, yeah.

Oh.

See? That's why the joke is so funny.

Because seven ate nine.

Wait. That's the answer to my math question, right?

I sure hope so.

[Rebecca] Hey, Dylan.

Uh, how are things?

Oh, so Gucci.

I've just been teaching math all day.

Back to back. Non-stop.

You know, my ideal weekend.

Can you come back later?

I booked Dylan for the next 30 minutes.

Thirty minutes? Like, right up until 3:00 pm?

The submission deadline for the Vancouver song competition?

I guess so.

Dylan, I need you to fix our song before it's too late.

What?

You were right about the producer, okay?

He sent back his polished version of the song,

and it was so not good.

So I tried fixing it myself,

and I just made it so, so much worse.

Then I somehow deleted the entire track,

and now I am so, so freaking out.

It was my ego that got in the way.

I should have trusted you about the producer

like I should have trusted you to make our song great.

You've never needed help doing that.

Herschel, do you mind stepping out for a minute?

No, bro. I gotta use it anyway.

Help!

Things are not Gucci, Rebecca.

Herschel's big math exam is tomorrow,

and I have no idea what I'm doing.

-What? -I've been making up new numbers

when I don't know what real numbers to use.

You've been making up new numbers?

Thorteen, fifty-splix, spaleven.

Okay, we can do this.

We just have to trust in each other's strengths

and work quickly.

I'll do my thing.

Tutor and help Herschel and his classmates study

for their exam while you do your thing.

Make competition-winning music, totally from scratch,

in under 30 minutes.

Yo. Yo.

We got this. We're Beatzlanta Records.

We the best music.

That's DJ Khaled's thing,

but I love the enthusiasm.

[Rebecca] Teamwork makes the dream work.

Woo!

Uh, I kinda used the rest of your toilet paper.

I hope that's okay.

Awesome!

Okay. Awesome!

-Woo! Come on, Herschel. -Woo!

This is an interesting family.

Okay, I just got off the phone

with the last of Herschel's classmates.

There's only 10 more seconds left of the deadline.

Are we gonna make it?

Uh, I don't know. Maybe. I think so.

Yes!

No! Definitely no!

[alarm clock ringing]

This is all my fault in the first place.

Hey, cuzzo.

We're a team.

We rise together and we fall together.

We'll enter the Vancouver Song Slam next year?

Wait. Somebody get me a globe.

There's one right there.

I'll get me a globe.

Dylan taught me this trick.

If the competition is in Vancouver

and every 15 degrees of longitude is an hour,

then you still have three hours left.

You taught him that?

I like to keep tabs on Beyonc� while she's on a world tour.

I wanna know what time it is for the queen

when she finally calls me.

Well, it looks like there's still enough time for you

to give our track the Young Dylan Polish.

You trust me to put a new spin on it

even though new isn't my thing?

You're awesome, remember?

And awesome covers a lot of things.

Except science and passion and riding bikes blindfolded.

Okay, okay.

I'm gonna get back to making my music.

Watch this. That's a genius at work.

[upbeat hip hop music]

So that's when NASA called and told me they got our recipes

and sent some samples directly to Stu Spaceman.

Wow. Did Stu like it?

He loved them. At least I think so.

I got excited and spaced out for the rest of the call.

Speaking of which, where is everyone?

The space food is getting cold.

Ladies and gentlemen,

introducing the winners

of the Maple Leaf Song Slam, Beatzlanta Records.

[cheers and applause]

Our song won the competition.

Awesome.

Yeah, it won by a long shot.

But don't worry, we'll remember all of you

when we're rich and famous.

Uncle Miles, can we do one more entrance

with the smoke machine?

I call posing on the stairs.

I'll call pressing the smoke button.

They called and I took the machine back.

Well, everyone, the space food is ready.

-Let's eat. -Hey, hey, everyone.

Spacewalk, spacewalk.

What the heck is going on?

Break my neck doing the spacewalk.

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