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[music]

All right, everyone.

It's time to face the music.

[laughs]

Your assignment this week was

to score a scene from a sports movie.

I still don't know why it had to be a sports movie.

Because those are the films that move us to our core.

I especially love boxing films.

That's why I made my short movie, The South Paw.

[barking]

We watched that movie.

Remember? It moved me--

to walk out.

All right, everyone. Have a lovely afternoon.

Remember to turn in your assignments.

They are a huge part of your grade.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

Dylan, not so fast.

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

Where is your assignment?

A boxer ate it?

Boxer?

As in a dog or a person?

Which would you believe more?

Neither. But I do believe

I'll have to give you an F for a grade.

Come on, Mr. Elliot.

I'm sorry, Dylan. You're leaving me no choice.

I really tried to do it.

You know I take music class and my grades very seriously.

But something just as important came up.

Is that so? And what might that be?

I was training someone.

-Boxing training. -Do tell.

Yeah. A student came to me because he was down on his luck.

And no one believed in him.

Just like my protagonist

in my short film, Roy Bones Jr.

Yeah.

Exactly.

I've been trying to get his skills up

so he can join the school's boxing team.

That is a noble gesture indeed, Dylan.

Very well. We may be able to make an arrangement.

But I need to see your fighter first.

If he's as good as you claim,

I will give you that extension.

[giggles]

Of course he's good.

You haven't heard? I'm great at everything I do.

Oh, I've not only heard.

I've seen your doing your homework skills

and it is not pretty.

Let's hope that your fighter is better than that.

Otherwise, you'll both be KO'd!

[laughs]

I'm so good at that.

[sighing]

? From the Chi down in ATL?

? Family living well?

? Uncles 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 stepper?

? Charlie rolling with the kid?

? Yeah, ah [Who?]?

? You gon' love Young Dylan?

? Yeah, ah [Who?]?

? Who gon' love Young Dylan??

? Yeah, ah [Who?]?

? Who gon' love Young Dylan??

? Yeah, ah [Who?]?

? You gon' love Young Dylan?

? Yeah, ah [Who?]?

? Who gon' love Young Dylan??

? Yeah, ah [Who?]?

? You gon' love Young Dylan?

Okay, this is just a yurt.

Where are the beams?

Myles Wilson.

Someone took five apples off our new trees.

You count the apples on the tree?

Yes.

And it's a good thing I do.

I bet it was Mr. Anderson.

He's always looking at our apple trees.

[imitating Mr. Anderson] I wish I had an apple tree like that.

Let's go over there.

Somebody's stealing our apples?

Is it Mr. Anderson?

Probably.

You don't have any proof it was him.

Do you have proof that it wasn'thim?

We do not.

Okay, well, we're gonna need cameras

to catch him red-handed.

Red as an apple.

I see what you did there and I like it.

And we need proof so we can stick it to him.

Who are you?

Let's cover every angle with our cameras.

Oh, we should have booby traps to cover him in paint

when he goes for the apples.

Okay, wait a minute.

Cameras, booby traps,

don't you have some schoolwork to do?

Straight-A students do their work ahead of time.

What if we dig a pit

with snakes waiting for him when he falls in?

Terrifying. I love it.

We should write all this down.

Who did I marry?

And what has she given birth to?

[music]

Charlie, how's your boxing skills?

Not great.

But my unboxing videos are taking off.

According to @charliesmom33,

I can open a box...

like a boss.

Look, I told Mr. Elliot I didn't do my assignment

because I was training someone

to join the school's boxing team.

So how about you let me train you

and turn you into a great,

or at least good-ish boxer?

Sorry, cuz.

These hands were made to cook,

not throw hooks.

If I don't find someone,

I'm gonna get a bad grade in music class.

[dramatic gasp]

A bad grade in music?

You?

That's like Steph Curry getting a bad grade in basketball.

I already asked everyone in school and got shot down.

I need a young, scrappy underdog to mold into a boxer.

Oh, that's just like a Mr. Elliott's movie.

Where the Chihuahua had to prove he had what it took

to get in the ring with with Manny Paw-cquiao.

Stop making me relive that movie.

Dylan, please tell me

that you did your music assignment and handed it in.

Uh, yes and no.

-But more no than yes. -Dylan!

I've been working on more beats for our artist, By Storm.

He's in the middle of that rap battle

with Da Word Doc.

They fight harder than you and Dad

over the last slice of cobbler.

Woah, Uncle Myles only won last time

because he threw whipped cream in my eyes.

Dylan!

I have a plan that will still buy me time

to get a good grade on the assignment.

I really hope so.

I should have just started that alpaca farm

instead of this label.

Man, I'm so desperate.

I'll take anyone to train.

They don't have to have any coordination

or any athletic ability.

That sounds a lot like Booder.

Oh wow! I forgot about Booder.

I guess he's my only hope.

Man, the fate of my grades

rests on a guy who chips when he yawns.

[music]

Booder, I was hoping to see you.

Really? You have that five dollars you owe me?

No, but I have something better.

Free training so you can join the school's boxing team.

Pass. I'm a man of science.

Oh, but I will take that five dollars you owe me.

Hold on.

You're always reading those sci-fi novels.

How about instead of reading about heroes,

you become one?

Me? Really?

Seriously, it's time you have your own adventures.

Just imagine a crowd of people

chanting your name as you step into the ring.

It's cameras everywhere.

They love your face.

And they are chanting, Booder, Booder,

Booder, Booder, Booder, Booder.

I've always wanted to hear a crowd of people chant my name.

-So who's gonna train me? -Me.

Is that five dollars still on the table?

It was never on the table.

But come on, just trust me.

Back when I was in Chicago,

I used to train with a bunch of dudes

who were all city champs.

They taught me everything I know.

-Really? -Yeah.

I could have been a champ too,

but I decided to save this pretty face for rapping.

[sighing]

[music]

Did you guys see this?

Somehow Mr. Anderson set off all the booby traps,

but didn't get caught.

And he stole more apples.

Is he on the cameras?

If it is, Mr. Anderson.

No, the footage is fuzzy

and Mr. Anderson's face is too blurry.

He looks like Bigfoot.

Oh yeah, the sprinklers went off last night.

Must have got the cameras wet.

We have to catch Mr. Anderson before all our apples are gone.

Or catch whoeverit is.

Why are you defending him?

Did he get to you?

Are you a spy?

Why would I spy for him?

That's justwhat a spy would say.

Baby, really?

We should go old school.

Dad should disguise himself as a bush

and pounce when Mr. Anderson shows up.

-Yes. -Hey, wait. No, no, wait.

Why would I be a bush,

and hang out in the cold all night?

To prove that you're not in cahoots

with Mr. Anderson.

Okay, okay, fine. Yeah, yeah.

Whatever it takes to end this conspiracy theory.

[Yasmine] Don't even think about it, Myles.

Dang cameras.

[music]

Come on, Booder. You got it.

[Booder breathing heavily]

Well, the bad news is you got slower.

What's the good news?

You didn't forget my water bottle this time.

That's enough stamina training.

Let's move on to agility training.

If you can move out of the way of a punch,

then you won't get hurt.

I like the idea of not getting hurt.

Great. Stand over there.

Okay,

Okay. What now?

Now, I throw these tennis balls at you.

You're going to what?

You're supposed to move out of the way.

I thought I did.

Oh, no.

Come on, Booder. You have to move.

If you don't want to get hit,

you got to get out of the way, Booder.

Move, move.

Move, Booder, move.

Move.

Maybe we should move on to footwork.

Wait.

Are you gonna drop something on my feet?

Not anymore.

Clean this up.

I need you to try and catch this car.

If I do, can I take it home to play with it?

Sure.

Come on, Booder. It ain't going to be that easy.

Come on. Get it, Booder.

Get it, Booder. Come on.

Work. Work.

Work. Come on, Booder.

Uh-oh.

I did it.

Don't worry. I'll bring it back.

I'm taking you home.

You're looking real, real good, Booder.

Thanks.

He's looking real, real bad, Dylan.

[Dylan] I know.

Now Mr. Elliott's gonna give me a bad grade,

and I'm gonna lose my studio.

Things are really bad, Chuck.

Tell me about it.

You gave Booder my remote-controlled car.

[music]

[music]

Come on, you see something.

Come on!

What are you...

[bell dings]

Booder, you're supposed to try and hit Charlie.

That's the point of boxing.

Come on, man. Get in there.

[bell dings]

Come on, Booder.

Come on.

Whoa!

That's one way of a knockdown.

I guess you're sort of getting better.

Better than yesterday? That's good,

'cause I was thinking about quitting.

At least I'd be undefeated.

Quit?

No, you can't quit.

You're too good to quit.

Really? You think so?

Would I steer you the wrong way?

Let me answer that for you. No, I would not.

Well, you would know.

You have all that experience from your Chicago days.

Exactly.

You got what it takes to make the boxing team,

and everyone will see that you're a top-notch boxer.

Wow.

You don't know how much that means.

I feel confident.

Almost too confident.

Is this how you feel all the time?

I can confidently say, yes.

[Booder] Oh.

That's my mom. Gotta go.

I'll show him out.

His mom's a fan of my unboxing videos,

so I should say hi.

[door closes]

[Myles] Hey!

[Dylan screams]

It's me.

Uncle Myles, you scared me.

Yeah.

Why do you look like Groot's little brother?

I'm trying this thing out.

Eh, just go with it.

So what's going on over here with Booder?

I'm trying to help him make the school's boxing team,

but he's not that good,

and I don't know how to make him better.

Right, right, yeah.

I know Booder does not seem like the boxing type.

I know, right?

But how impressive would it be

if I could actually get him there?

Right, yeah, but why are youtraining him?

Uh, um...

-Words. -See...

They form sentences.

I, uh...

Whatever! Hold that thought.

I gotta go to the bathroom,

and this is gonna take me forever to get out of.

[music]

[Rebecca] Dylan,

your big plan to keep yourself from getting banned

from the studio is training Booder to box?

What? She asked if I knew.

Becs, it's a solid plan.

Booder's actually improving.

Once Mr. Elliott sees he has some skills,

I'll get the extension,

hand my assignment in, and get the A.

You seriously think this'll work?

It's the Young Dylan original.

What's the worst that could happen?

Henry Higgins,

I challenge you for the title of Best Boxer in the School.

Does that answer your question?

Booder.

What are you doing?

You told me I'm a great boxer,

and I wanna prove it to everyone.

I don't think I said the word great.

Thanks to you, I'm confident and great.

That's right, Henry.

I'm coming for you,

and there's nothing you can do--

Booder, this is a bad idea.

Let's train you up some more

for Mr. Elliott.

You mean for the boxing club?

Yeah! That, too.

You know, Dylan,

I've never been the best at anything.

Unless you count my knowledge of seagulls.

Dylan!

I had no idea Booder was your boxing student.

Yup. I'm challenging Henry to a match to prove

I'm the best boxer in the school.

Amazing.

Well, I certainly look forward to seeing that.

Well, try not to blink,

or you might miss my knockout punch.

Left hook.

Booder, that's an uppercut.

Oh.

Booder. Booder. Booder.

[music]

[music]

Booder, I don't think you should do this.

What?

I've never been this excited about anything

that wasn't Shakespeare or seagulls.

I really think I can take this guy,

and it's because of you.

Is that supposed to be my head?

[crowd cheering]

Nice knowing you, Booder.

[bell dings]

[crowd cheering]

[music]

[Crowd] Ooh.

The tennis ball training really worked.

[music]

[Crowd] Ooh.

[Booder groans]

Booder! I need to tell you something.

Not now. After the fight.

[music]

[crowd laughing]

[Crowd] Ooh.

[Booder groaning]

Listen, Booder.

I tricked you into thinking you were a good boxer

so I could get an extension in music class

so I wouldn't fail.

I'm so sorry, Booder.

You what?

Mr. Elliot is a boxing fan,

so I said I was busy training

a boxer as an excuse.

I needed you to prove it.

Wait, so I'm not a great boxer?

No! You're the complete opposite of a great boxer.

I thought we were friends.

You're one of my best friends, Booder.

That's why I can't let you do this.

Henry would knock you so far back in time,

you'll meet Shakespeare.

Yeah, but if I don't box him,

Mr. Elliot won't give you an extension.

That's my problem, not yours.

So what do we do?

You know your boy always has a plan.

[bell dings]

Run! Come on!

[crowd booing]

Hey!

I was just on my way to the match.

Sorry, Mr. Elliot, the fight's off.

Oh, Booder,

I was afraid you'd be backing out.

I guess it was all hype.

I'm so disappointed.

No, it's not Booder. It's me.

I need to come clean.

When I found out you loved boxing,

I lied about training someone,

hoping I'd get an extension.

[dramatic gasp]

Gasp!

I was too busy making beats for my artist

who's in the rap battle with the rapper Da Word Doc.

So I didn't have time.

-That's the truth. -A rap battle?

Well, that's pretty much a boxing match with words.

Actually, yeah. Check it out.

[hip hop beats]

[shouting] So you made the beats for this song?

-Yeah. -Impressive.

So does that mean

you'll still give me that extension?

Maybe.

But what you turn in

needs to be as fire as what I just heard.

Did I sound cool saying that?

You did.

Like you would know.

Excellent. Now, let me hear some more

of this intriguing word-sparring music.

Well, that wasn't as cool. But hey, I can train you.

[hip hop beats]

[hip hop beats]

[music]

[music]

Ha! Caught you now, Mr. Anderson.

Yeah.

Now let's see who the thief really is.

Yep. Yep.

Oh, help. Help me.

-What's going on? -Got you now.

-[Myles] I got you now. -Oh, my goodness.

[Myles] Got you...Wait a minute.

[Viola] Oh, my goodness. What is going on?

-Mom. -[Viola] What?

Grandma?

Oh, hey, baby.

What are you doing?

What do you mean what am I doing?

What are y'all doing dressed like the bushes?

We needed to find out who's been stealing our apples.

Oh, ain't nobody stealing no apples.

I'm baking pies for my church bake sale.

They're crisper when you pick 'em at night.

Crisper at night?

Mom, you could have just asked.

Ask? I don't need to ask. I brought you into this world.

Everything you own is mine. You are mine.

You can have her.

That is mine. Right over there.

This is our baby right here. Excuse me, honey.

This is mine.

I'm taking that with me when I go.

The table's mine. Them curtains hanging in there.

I know I loaned this right here to you.

I'm taking it with me.

Everything you got is mine.

Thank you. I don't have to ask.

[Yasmine] [sighs] It was your mama.

And you thought it was me.

See? And you thought it was me.

Y'all owe me an apology.

Right now. Apologize.

Sorry, Dad.

Sorry. Sorry, Myles.

I thought it was you.

I apologize, Dad.

I apologize, Myles.

I can't believe I thought you were a thief.

[music]

[music]

[Nickelodeon theme]

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