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[upbeat music]

Man, I'm sick of Medieval Week.

My legs are crazy itchy.

No wonder someone invented underwear.

Talk to me after you spend an hour lacing up your shirt.

Ow! I can't! My dress is too tight!

Good morrow, good sirs and madams!

'Sup, Mr. E?

Uh, no, no. It's good morrow, Mr. E.

[irked] Good morrow, Mr. E.

-Much better! -[under breath] To you.

[spirited Italian opera aria plays]

Ooh, my lad,

would you be so kind as to pull up your socks?

But my legs are mad hot.

Now, now, we must adhere to the customs.

And what do they say? Knights are forged in the fire.

My feet are on fire.

[laughs]

Thank you, young squire.

Man, I could kill Charlie for swiping the good socks.

Where is he anyway?

I haven't seen him since we got here.

Yeah, that dude has been running off a lot lately.

I'd think he had a girlfriend if he had any game.

[trumpet fanfare]

[Mr. Elliot] Time for class.

I mean, time for studium generale.

I hate Medieval Week.

I can't take this! Can't take you either.

[locker door thuds] [finger snaps]

Hold on, I like this.

[locker door thuds and fingers snap rhythmically]

What the?

Hello?

Whoa! [eerie music]

Whoa! [eerie music continues]

[sighs heavily] Okay.

[Dylan yells]

-Charlie!

? 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 ?

[gentle music]

Dylan! What are you doing here?

What am I doing here? What are you doing here?

Actually, I can see what you're doing here.

You're chilling with your dang poulaines up.

I can explain.

Then start explaining.

-You remember Superhero Week? -Do I!

That cape had all the ladies hollering at your boy.

Well, my cape had me tripping into a locker.

Oh, that's how you got that lump on your head.

What lump?

Anyway, after I tripped into the locker,

it popped open,

and I found this place behind it.

I've been coming here ever since:

lunches, free periods, between classes.

So while we're all suffering out there,

talking like a bunch of medieval fancy pants,

you've been watching movies and busting back snacks?

[excited] Heck yeah! This place is awesome!

-Wait, wait, wait. -Wait what?

There's a reason I didn't tell anybody about this.

Because you don't want to lose it.

I get it. Say less, I won't tell anyone.

This place is special to me, Dylan.

It's my happy place.

I won't tell anyone, I promise.

No, pinky promise you won't tell anyone,

and you'll keep it on the DL.

All right, man. I pinky promise.

-All right. -Yeah.

I'm definitely keeping this place on the DL.

[upbeat music]

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Okay, everybody, grab your book,

lick your page turners, and open.

[loud beep]

What was that?

The smoke detector.

[loud beep]

But there's no smoke.

It probably just needs batteries.

[loud beep] Okay.

We can't read like this.

-Uh-uh. -No, no.

We gotta find it. Come on.

I'll go upstairs.

I'll check the kitchen.

[alarm beeps]

[groans] It just keeps going.

[alarm beeps]

[upbeat music]

I hate this veil.

If someone could take me to a place

where Medieval Week doesn't exist,

I'd kiss them.

On the lips.

Come with me.

-Wow. This place is awesome. -Sure is.

And in here, Medieval Week doesn't exist.

You just gotta keep it on the DL.

Now, about that kiss.

[trumpet fanfare]

[Bethany] We gotta go.

But my lips are right here. Bethany!

[upbeat music]

This is every smoke detector from every single room.

Yep, and I took out all the batteries, too.

[alarm beeps]

How is there still beeping?

What you doin', Mama?

I got a remedy for this. [alarm beeps]

-Perfect cure. -[Myles] Where's she going?

[Yasmine] I don't know.

Don't worry about it. I'm gonna handle it.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna take care of it, baby boy.

[alarm continues to beep]

What is she doing?

I don't know.

She has a bat.

What's she need a bat for?

-Oh! -Oh, Mom!

-Oh, she-- -Oh, my-my soul.

She's gonna have to replace those, right?

Are they covered under the home warranty?

No. Whew.

Well... [heavy sigh]

-That oughta do it. -Okay.

All right.

[alarm beeps] [Viola groans]

-No! -[Myles growls]

-No. -Where?

[alarm beeps]

[upbeat music]

Draw!

Fastest bow in the kingdom.

Oh, my bad, Chuck. I didn't know you were in here.

I was just stopping in to get some Yak-umm-Snacks.

I'll come back later.

No, it's cool. You could stay.

That was the deal, right?

You promised not to tell anyone about the room,

and you can use it whenever you want.

Yep. Promised not to tell a soul.

And I didn't. Keeping it on the DL.

Oh, hey. How did this get in here?

-Uh

[trumpet fanfare]

Time to go back to the Dark Ages.

All right, see you there.

Catch you later, Dylan.

Uh... Rebecca, Bethany.

Funny seeing y'all here.

Might I ask what you're doing here?

-Yeah, so... So basically... -Yeah

[flatly] You told her, didn't you?

[whiny] Okay, but did you really expect me to keep it a secret

from my bestie?

Uh, yes, because I asked you to.

Charlie asked you.

-That's different. -How?

-I mean...well, it's... -Exactly!

So, can I see the secret room or not?

Fine, come on.

And this is the tire salesman.

I don't know why he's here, but Dylan says he's chill.

Guys, this place is great.

What a perfect spot to study in peace.

No. No studying.

This place is for fun only.

I don't want it to stink like studying in here.

Okay. You can use this room.

But you can't tell Charlie. You gotta keep it on the DL.

No one else can know about this.

[Mr. Elliott yells]

Good morrow, good sirs and madams.

If we stand still, he can't see us.

Mr. Elliot? How'd you get in here?

Well, the door was open.

I simply stumbled upon it

as I was leaving the privy chamber

after my midday tinkle.

Rebecca, you didn't close the door to a secret room?

You didn't keep your secret room a secret?

[gasps] Are those Yak-um-Snacks?

I haven't seen these in years.

-May I? -Allow me.

I've got a couple conditions first.

I am at your service.

[upbeat music]

[spirited Italian opera aria plays]

[snoring]

Mr. Elliot?

[half-asleep, confused] I did not eat the cookies, Mother.

What? What are you doing here?

Oh, you said I could use the room as long

as I didn't tell Charlie and I keep it on the...

I want to get this right, low down.

[laughs]

It's keep it on the down low.

And Charlie has a free period right now,

which means he's coming in a minute.

So you need to go.

And what is with you and that song?

Song?

Sir, this is an opera, a classic.

Annoying. Let's go.

[whimpers]

[door creaking] Oh no! Charlie's coming.

He can't know I told anyone. You gotta hide!

Where? This place is a shoebox.

What are you doing?

[Mr. Elliot whimpers]

Books?

Oh, good. It's just you.

Wait. Were you about to study here?

-No... -Doesn't matter.

This way, this way.

Mr. Elliot, what are you--

-Zip it! -Hey, Dylan.

[mocking] "Hey, Dylan."

Turn around and go back before Charlie comes.

[door creaking]

Too late.

A ball? A basketball hoop?

Chuckles! What's up, man?

I'm glad you're here.

Look what I brought for the room.

I was thinking we could put it up over here.

Oh, oh, oh, most def, man. Love it.

Oh, why don't we go out and get some fresh air

and come back to hang it up?

Why not do it now?

I think I saw a lighter behind the cutout.

You know what, Chuck?

Let's leave the hard work for later.

It looks like you need to take a load off and rest.

Yeah, but Dylan I think-

Nah, man. You can't neglect rest.

We're growing boys. We need it.

I guess I am kind of tired.

-[whispers] Go, go, go! -[Charlie yawns]

My bean bag feels off.

It feels like someone else's butt has been in it.

Someone else's big butt.

Uh, that's weird. No one else is in here but us.

-Dylan? -Hmm?

I just wanted to say thank you for not telling anyone

about the room.

I thought for sure you would run and tell Bethany,

trying to impress her or something.

Me? Try to impress Bethany?

-Nah. -Good,

because if Bethany found out,

she would just run and tell Rebecca

because they're besties.

Then if Rebecca knew,

she would probably leave the door open or something.

And then Mr. E will find out and come in here,

take off his stinkin' old shoes, kick his stinkin' old feet up,

and play that stinkin' old

classical music he's always humming.

How's that song go again?

-No idea. -Yeah, you do.

You always make fun of how he hums it.

Like... [hums] You know how it goes, do it.

-Nah, man. -Come on.

[hums song]

Yeah, that's it. Why are you doing it so quiet?

It's not like he can hear you.

[hums sound louder] [laughing]

That is quite enough!

-Mr. Elliot! -Correct!

And I will not stand here idly while you mock a classic!

How'd you even find this place?

The door was open.

Who left the door open?

That would be me.

Rebecca? How'd you find out?

Because I told her.

And who told you?

-I did. -Of course you did.

Look, no one else has to find out.

[upbeat music]

-This is so good. -Yeah.

[alarm beeps] Oh.

You know what? I can't read like this.

I can't live like this.

[alarm beeps]

Mom, where you going?

As far away from that doggone smoke detector as I can get.

You can't leave us.

-Yeah. -Watch me.

-Mom! -Good luck.

Mom, wait, wait, wait. Hold on.

Hold on. I got an idea.

Okay? Guys, stay right here.

[loud explosion] Myles!

[Myles groaning in pain]

You all right?

[Myles, pained] Fine, one second.

[alarm continues to beep] I don't know what he's doing.

[Myles] Got it! There we go.

-[Yasmine] Sweetie? -[Myles] Yeah?

-[Yasmine] What have you... What did you do?

I turned off all the power in the house.

You hear that?

[gasps]

No more beeps.

No mo' beeps.

No mo' beeps.

-Here you go. Here you go. -[all laugh]

Good, good, good.

All right. Let's get back to it.

[alarm beeps] Ah!

[spirited Italian opera aria plays]

What's going on?

Principal Matthews found the lockers ajar,

and he found a secret room,

and he ordered me to seal it off.

[spirited Italian opera aria plays]

R.I.P. secret room. R.I.P.

[janitor hums]

-Charlie, I... -This is exactly why

I didn't want anyone else to know.

Look, I get that, and I'm sorry, but it's just a room.

But it was my room.

Dylan, we share a bedroom.

Trust me, I know.

Rebecca has her own room. You have the studio.

When I need to get away from everyone else,

where do I go?

That room was all I had,

the only place I could call my own.

And I decided to share with you because I trusted you.

Now I have nothing.

Charlie, I didn't know.

Now you do.

[music]

-Marco! -[Viola] Polo!

[alarm beeps] [Myles] Marco!

-Polo! -[Yasmine] Marco!

[Viola] Pollo!

It's polo, Mom.

This is pollo and it's good.

[upbeat music]

Charlie, there you are! Come with me.

Dylan, what are you doing?

Just come with me.

Ta-da!

You found another secret room?

You know how they build these schools, man.

Every floor and hallway are the same.

I figured if there was a secret room in one hallway,

then there had to be one in another.

I know it's empty,

but we'll deck this one out just like the last place.

Thanks, D.

This place is gonna be awesome for us.

This place is gonna be awesome for you.

It's all yours, Charlie,

and I promise not to tell anyone this time.

I'm gonna keep it on the DL.

[trumpet fanfare]

I hate Medieval Week.

[upbeat music]

[upbeat music]

Man, this basketball hoop is gonna look fire.

And I brought all my favorite things to put in here.

And I got plenty of snacks for you.

Man, my secret room is gonna be awesome.

Facts.

-What the... -[Charlie] Not again.

[Dylan] What are you guys doing here?

Shh, we're reading. Quiet, please.

I thought you said nobody knew about this secret room.

Nobody did until now.

Wait, you two know each other?

Yeah, me and Miss Viola go way back.

When she called and said she needed a place to read,

a quiet place, I said, "Come on down here."

Which brings up the question: what are you two doing here?

We... I...

I guess the hardest part about having a secret room

is keeping it a secret.

[upbeat music]

[rousing music]

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