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Ah, man, we ate all the bacon?

Have mine. I'm too nervous to eat.

Mrs. Dunagan is announcing

her pick for student teacher today,

and I really don't want her to pick me.

I'm sorry. Am I dreaming?

Did I just hear Nia say she doesn't

wanna get picked for something?

I'm sure she has a very good reason.

Please have a good reason.

Well, I really wanna go to the district poetry slam,

but student teacher can't go

because they decide who does get to go.

Well, listen, if she picks me,

I'm definitely sending you to that slam, bestie.

Tess, first of all...

it's not fair,

and second of all, it's not gonna be you.

It's not gonna be you either.

I know that!

Good morning, family!

Hey, what happened to all the bacon?

What happened to the rest of your pants?

Pants jokes?

So unexpected.

Well, but for real, little man,

what's up with your look?

Well, if you must know--

Oh, we must.

I'm interviewing for a spot on the school newspaper.

Alexandra's the editor, and she is tough.

So, you're done with directing?

I'm a storyteller, whether it's written word,

an image on a screen, or at bedtime.

Woo!

(impressed chatter)

I know, right?

I know, right? I know, right?

Yeah, in spite of the fact that we both have great taste

and have decorated this lovely home,

Raven has set up a meeting with an interior designer

for our new office space.

Not just any interior designer.

Miguel Harris!

I know, Rae, but why do

we need a designer at all? We can do it ourselves.

Because, Chels, Miguel Harris is the most

sought-after interior designer in Chicago!

I wanna make a good impression.

Well, Mom, you got this, all right? You and Aunt Chelsea

are both very accomplished, savvy businesswomen.

(high-pitched squeaking) Nia!

And if you switch out of those

closed-toe pumps for some strappy stilettos,

you can go straight from the office

to a night out on the town.

If you leave the women's magazines

in the bathroom, I'm gonna read 'em.

♪ Ohhhh ♪

-♪ Hey ♪ -♪ Yo ♪

♪ Let me tell you somethin' ♪

♪ Had my vision all worked out ♪

♪ But then life had other plans ♪

♪ Tell 'em, Rae ♪

♪ It's crazy when things turn upside down ♪

♪ But ya gotta get up and take that chance ♪

-♪ Maybe I'm just finding my way ♪ -♪ Learning how to fly ♪

-♪ Yeah, we're gonna be okay ♪ -♪ Ya know I got you, right? ♪

♪ It might be wild, but ya know that we make it work ♪

♪ We're just kids caught up in a crazy world ♪

-♪ C'mon! ♪ -♪ It's Raven's Home ♪

-♪ We get loud! ♪ -♪ It's Raven's Home ♪

♪ It's our crowd! ♪

♪ Might be tough, but together we make it look good ♪

♪ Down for each other like family should ♪

♪ It's Raven's Home ♪

♪ When it's tough ♪ ♪ It's Raven's Home ♪

♪ We got love ♪

♪ 'Cos no matter the weather, ya know we gon' shine ♪

♪ There for each other, ya know it's our time ♪

(Raven laughing)

Yep! That's us.

(laughing)

♪ ♪

Mm! (blowing)

As you all know, Principal Kwan has selected

8th Grade Poetry Week

to implement the brand new student teacher program!

-Yes, Tess? -But why, though?

Well, research has shown

that when asked to teach their peers,

students actually learn better.

So, without further ado...

Please don't be me, please don't be me, please don't be me.

I have chosen as your student teacher

someone with a unique perspective

who I think we all can learn from.

Booker Baxter-Carter!

-(clapping) -What did I do?

You're student teacher, big guy.

Keep clapping. We have a quiz later and I didn't study.

♪ ♪

Rae, he's been walking around taking notes

for like an hour!

(sigh) Chels, Miguel is an interior designer.

I am a fashion designer.

I understand his process, 'kay?

All right, well, I'm a life coach,

and I understand he's just trying to get his steps in.

-(notification ding) -Yes!

10,000. All right!

You're welcome, heart.

Are you ready to talk about this space, ladies?

-I am so ready! -(nervous chuckle)

All right, so, I think we should add

-some texture to these floors. -I like that, I like that, I do.

And then we should do a pop of color on this wall.

(excited chattering)

And this wall has to go.

Oh, okay...

You know what, I'll just email you an estimate.

(laughing) Yeah!

(whooshing)

(gasp) $132,000!

(gasp) That's crazy!

(whooshing)

(clears throat)

Let us think about it, and, uh, we'll call you!

W-wha, are you brushing me off?

Is this what rejection feels like?

Good thing my heart is strong. You know what?

I'm gonna go ahead and walk this off.

Okay, all right. Bye-bye.

All right. Wow, Rae!

-What made you change your mind? -I had a vision.

Miguel was gonna charge us a fortune.

-Way out of our budget. -But, we don't have a budget.

Exactly! But, don't worry about it.

-I got an idea. -Oh!

-We're gonna do it ourselves. -(gasp) Wow!

You mean like I've been saying all along?

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And that's why I'm honored to join

the Peanut Post staff.

Oh, Levi.

Levi, Levi, Levi.

You don't just join the Peanut Post.

You have to prove you deserve to be here.

I worked my way up from mailroom.

There's a mailroom?

Not since I digitized everything.

Nice try, sport.

What do I need to do to get on the paper?

A real scoop.

And I'm not just talking strawberry ice cream.

I'm talking rocky road.

Something our readers can really sink their teeth into!

How am I supposed to do that?

All good reporters have a nose for a story.

You just have to... (sniffing)

sniff it out. Just like I did

when I found out the lunch lady was giving us

two fewer chicken nuggets!

That scandal went all the way to the top.

Just doing my civic duty.

Now, it's your turn. Go out there,

and bring me back a story.

I won't let you down, chief!

(sip)

Ugh, Walter!

Why is my hot chocolate cold?

♪ ♪

-Okay, Chels, you ready? -(laughing, yelling)

So excited! On the count of three.

Okay, one...

(laughter)

Two... Oh! Almost, almost! Three!

Wait, wait! Wait, wait, wait.

Listen, okay, are you sure about this? Because once we start--

Okay, I know, I know. I understand that, right?

But if we open this wall,

we'll have an open space.

And you want an open space, don't you, Chels?

Well, yeah, but...

But nothing! Let's do this.

-It'll be therapeutic. -Yeah, yeah.

-Okay. (clears throat) -Let it out, let it out.

This is for the woman

who cut me off in traffic this morning!

-(smash) -(laughing, cheering)

-Uh-huh! -All right! All right!

We already put a hole through the wall. All right.

All right, this, this!

This is for that guy at the coffee shop

who always calls me ma'am!

(smashing)

(cheering)

-How does it feel? -Amazing! Feels so good!

Feel so good? All right, ready? (clears throat) This...

This is for all...

-the people in the building, -Yeah.

who don't take their clothes

-out of the dryer! -(smash)

Yeah!

Take it out of the dryer!

And this...

This is for that guy at the coffee shop

-who always calls me ma'am! -Wait a second, Chels!

You al-- you already said that. You already said that.

Yeah, well, he really ticks me off!

(hammer bouncing, crashing)

Both: Oopsie!

♪ ♪

Hey, hey! Mrs. Dunagan. Um,

-can I talk to you for a second? -Sure, Booker, what's up?

Okay, look, um,

everybody makes mistakes.

Sometimes, my mom calls for me when she means Nia.

So...

-if you meant to call Nia's name as student teacher-- -No, Booker.

I chose you because I saw your work with the Chi-Lective.

And poetry is a great way for you to use your rap skills.

I think you're more of a leader

than you give yourself credit for.

So, what I'm hearing is

-as a leader, I can give myself extra credit? -Oh.

(high-pitched): You're not hearing that from me! (laughing)

Uh...

What are you hearing? What's she hiding?

Nothing. She was just telling me

why she chose me for student teacher.

Uh... okay!

What about the sock puppet? That was weird.

Is there a scoop there?

Mrs. Dunagan is teaching the new puppetry class.

"Carver Peanuts Puppetry"?

Does that sound like a story?

Not one that I would read.

Booker! I need a scoop or I won't make the paper.

Take my number in case you hear anything.

Levi, I have your number.

We share a room.

♪ ♪

So, you guys are working on your poems, huh?

Yep! Mine's a love poem...

about mac and cheese.

Tess, you know these poems are for the district slam, right?

Yeah. I don't wanna go to districts.

After the Chi-Lective and the Peanuts winning Nationals,

I've had enough pressure for one year.

Can't a girl just chill for a minute?

(scoff) Well, my poem's about global warming.

That'll definitely get me into districts.

Well, I know it's something you care about,

so it's a good place to start.

A good place to start. Oh!

Look who's feeling himself as student teacher all of a sudden!

Well, I talked to Mrs. Dunagan and she thinks

I have a lot to offer to the class.

Oh! Okay! Well, save it for the class

because we're home now, and I didn't ask for your advice.

Um, it's not advice.

It's a critique.

Spell critique.

Look it up. I'm off the clock.

-(beep) -Alexandra, it's me. I've got it.

"Student teacher learns a lesson in sibling rivalry."

Well, I thought it was a scoop.

Fine, I'll keep digging.

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(creaking, pop)

♪ ♪

(smashing)

(creaking, bang)

(crash)

(squeaking)

-(smash) -(crowbar clattering)

♪ ♪

(snapping)

Great job, Ian. What do you think, Booker?

Well, Ian,

when I write a rap, I like to visualize it.

Like, if I say

"my rhymes are fire," I picture hot things,

like, uh, poke bowls,

jalapenos,

Rihanno's.

(laugh) I-it's like Rihanna,

but I made it rhyme. See... (laugh)

You see what I mean?

Very good, Booker.

Uh, you made a connection between your world

and the poet's work.

I'm so glad I made you student teacher.

You're a natural.

Nia, you're next.

(clears throat)

Wake up!

How hot does it have to be?

Are you a frog in a pot,

or are you awake just like me?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Nia, I'ma have to, uh,

have to stop you right there.

Is-is this really your best work?

Ooh!

-What do you mean? -You can do better.

What's wrong with it?

These are just words on a page,

and some of them just happen to rhyme.

Ooh hoo!

(trailing off)

Mrs. Dunagan,

I don't think Booker can be very objective.

Well, Nia, okay.

Booker, why don't you tell Nia and the class

what you think is missing.

Yeah, Book! What's your critique?

Well...

Nia, a-a real poem

comes from deep inside.

When your feelings about

something or-or someone

are so strong,

you can't just talk about them

or explain them.

You have to communicate them.

You need the emotion and the imagery of a poem.

And if it's honest, we won't just...

won't just hear your words. We will...

feel your feelings.

That's the power of poetry.

(chuckle) Teaching's kinda fun.

But, if you wanna stick to frogs in a pot,

it's on you. (chuckle)

Frogs in a pot.

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Wow. Good idea to paint the floor, Rae.

Now, no one has to know it's 'cause I spilled the paint.

-(laugh) Chels, it was a happy accident. -Yeah.

Look at us. Parenting,

businessing. (laugh)

We're like a, a true dynamic duo.

Yeah.

-Yeah, we're real superheroes. -(laugh)

Well, uh,

too bad we can't fly because...

we can't walk back over this wet paint.

Yeah. How long does it say for the paint to dry?

(groan) Six to eight hours.

Sixty-eight hours?

No. No, no,

six to eight hours.

628 hours, that is nuts!

What kind of paint is this?!

That's-- bet--

between six...

and eight hours.

Okay. Cool.

-Okay. -All right. That's easy.

All right. (grunt, sniff)

-Hey, Rae. -Hm?

-(pats floor) -Tell me a story.

♪ ♪

Okay, admittedly, frog in the pot

wasn't my best line, but he cut me off!

There's a build, Tess!

I actually thought Booker had some good points.

Whose side are you on?

Listen, I know you're used to giving Booker advice, but...

what's more important? Your pride or your poem?

What's more important? Your mac or your cheese?

Wow, y-- you really took it there, didn't you?

Hey, Booker!

(video game noise)

Booker!

No, no, no, no, no,

no! Levi!

Thanks a lot!

I just got creamed by the evil corn in "Fork-Knife"!

Oh good, so you're free.

So, my sources tell me

you and Nia had it out in class today.

No. We did not have it out.

I just gave her some feedback on her poem.

Book, I need the exclusive.

When's it going down, where's it going down?

Nothing is going down, Levi!

You're barking up the wrong tree.

Yeah, I'm like a dog, all right.

A dog with a bone. Arf!

When I smell a story, I dig it up,

gnaw on it (growl) until I get all the meat off of it!

(growling)

Did you miss lunch, Levi?

Hey, Book!

Look, what happened in class today...

I guess I was just a little thrown

that you were criticizing my work,

and maybe I wasn't open enough to hear your criticism.

Nia, "I guess I was just"

and "maybe I was"

sounds like maybe you're trying to say you're sorry.

Do you want this apology or not?

Look, Nia, it's okay.

You're not the only one who was feeling insecure today.

I didn't say I was feeling insecure.

I know, but you didn't say you were sorry either.

Can I finish?

Look, I didn't think I could do this.

When it comes to school, I'm not used to people looking to me.

I'm used to them looking past me...

to look at you.

Ugh.

I didn't even know that you felt that way.

Okay, you were amazing today.

And, yes, it may have bruised my ego a little bit,

but I am really, really proud of you.

Thanks, Nia.

That means a lot coming from you.

So, do you wanna take a peak at my new poem?

I made a few...

"climate changes."

(laugh)

Nah, nah, nah. No.

Nah, I-I'm good on that for real.

But, um...

Look, Nia, I love you,

but if you're serious about getting into that slam,

I still think you need to dig a little deeper.

Okay.

I'll dig a little deeper.

Ha, ha! And they all live happily ever after!

The end.

How much longer?

Seven hours and 45 minutes.

(groaning)

This is so boring!

It's like watching paint dry!

Oh. I get why they say that now.

(phone ringing)

Oh, it's Garrett's lawyer.

Hello?

Yeah? Oh, yeah, yeah, no, I got plenty of time.

Uh-huh. Oh.

Okay, I-I see.

Yeah, thanks for calling.

-Hm. -Chels? Is everything okay?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. No, this was just

Garrett's lawyer. He told me that the funds

from the Judge Giovanni case against Garrett had come through

and that I could pick up the check any time. Well,

any time after six to eight hours.

All right, Chels, th-that's good news.

So, how much? How much you getting?

Oh, I think 132...

thousand dollars.

$132,000? That's crazy!

Oh...

That was my vision.

Chels, listen, listen. You gon'-- (laugh)

-You gon' laugh when you hear this. Yeah, you are. -Oh yeah? What, what, what?

So, I thought Miguel was gonna charge us a fortune.

Turns out, you were gonna get a fortune!

(laughing)

Oh, Chels, why aren't you laughing?

-Hey, wait! No, the floor is wet! It's wet! -(yelling)

(sigh) No worries.

I'll post it, it'll be trending tomorrow.

What I'm more concerned about is this!

Ladies, what happened?

We did. (chuckle)

Both: Oopsie.

-What are you doing here, Miguel? -Yeah.

I just wasn't happy with the way we left things,

and so I respect your decision--

You know what, Miguel?

The job is yours.

If you want it. (chuckle)

-Oh, it's his-- -Listen, Rae, I'm exhausted. Okay?

I mean, we kinda painted ourselves into a corner here...

Ha, ha. I get why they say that now, too.

Are you free to start tomorrow at 7:00 AM?

-Ooh... (indistinct) -Ah... (indistinct)

Perfect! My team and I will start then.

No, I just said that we...

-Oh. Oh. -Oh.

-Oh, you don't want us here. -Okay.

-I see what you're doing. You. -All right, I see what you did there.

-Think I'll get my steps in. -Yeah.

♪ ♪

The vending machine is always out of chips?

-Stale. -(sigh) Um,

-Vice Principal Firestein turns 50 this week. -Old.

(sigh) Someone's digging holes in the soccer field?

Oh wait, I know what you're gonna say.

Boring.

Get it? "Boring" like boring holes?

That's a bit of a thinker.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't realize the classroom was being used.

This is the Peanut Post, Mrs. Dunagan.

My mistake.

(sip) Oh, hot! Hot, hot.

Hey, Alexandra,

is your hot chocolate cold by any chance?

It's always cold.

And the teacher's hot chocolate is always hot!

(sniffing)

Do you smell what I smell?

It's the cinnamon from my not hot chocolate.

No, it's a scoop!

"Teachers' lounge hoards hot water,

students slurp cold cocoa."

I love it! Have it on my desk by tomorrow morning.

Will do, chief!

-Oh, and Levi? -Yeah?

I'm proud of you, kid.

♪ ♪

The bowl is empty.

I'm full to my core.

Tomorrow for lunch, I think I'll make more.

Corkscrew, elbow, bow tie, fusilli.

The more that I eat,

the better I feel-y.

(snapping)

Booker, your thoughts?

Well, Tess, you have successfully explored

your relationship with mac and cheese,

but "feel-y"?

It's an easy trap to fall into, but I think you're pushing

the rhyme scheme a little too hard.

I'll take it.

Excellent feedback. Nia, would you like to go next?

Yeah.

(clears throat)

"My Brother is My Other," by Nia Baxter-Carter.

(inaudible)

While some walk the paths of their lives all alone,

I started my journey with another in tow.

Someone there when I'm high,

and there when I'm low.

Our souls are entwined and ever shall be.

Like vines tangled as one,

we grow separately.

But together,

we're strong.

Through the wind and the rain,

we can weather a storm.

We cling through the pain.

And when the sun shines again,

as it eventually does,

we're there for each other.

We toughen with love.

Brothers and sisters

may have the same mother,

but I am never alone.

My brother is my other.

Thank you.

(snapping)

♪ ♪

(inaudible)

(chuckling)

Our dreams and wishes

-are for our kids -Uh-huh.

to clean the dishes.

(murmuring)

Their chores they do,

-without a fuss. -Ooh ooh ooh!

We only ask once

because they listen to us.

Yeah, see... you still gotta dig deeper.

Oh! Well, "dig deeper," he says.

I know not to whom,

I simply reply...

boy, go to your room.

Oh snap!

♪ ♪