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Tobie: Welcome to "Just Roll With It"!

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Just roll with it!

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Welcome to "Just Roll With It"!

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The show that has two rules!

Rule number one, when you hear this sound...

(horn blast)

You get to vote on what happens to us in scenes!

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Rule number two, no matter what happens,

nobody mess with Big Paul!

(laughter)

Sorry, sorry.

‐Uh, who's Big Paul? ‐He's just a lovable oaf

who loves attending tapings of TV shows.

But, the legends warn that

if audiences don't laugh hard enough,

Big Paul has been known to fly into a terrible rage.

So, good luck for everyone sitting next to Big Paul!

(laughter, applause)

Well, whatever happens,

you guys will have to...

All: Just roll with it!

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Listen up, troops!

Here's today's plan of attack.

I am taking Blair to karate,

picking up the dry cleaning, and going to the bank. Byron,

you take care of the post office,

go to the hardware store,

drop Dad off at the American Legion,

and head to your big meeting. Then, we'll all

meet up at the expensive grocery store for lunch.

Remember, we're not buying anything.

We're only there for...

All: Free Sample Saturday!

Rachel! Here's your purse.

A little stylish headgear for Grandpa.

Dad, don't forget your keys. And Blair,

what do you say we turn that into a roadie?

Are you hustling us outta here?

Wait a second,

you have a scheme cooking.

Whatever it is, I want in!

Okay, here's the deal.

Ruth is coming over to work on our class project.

Wait, so your scheme is to...

‐do school work? I'm out. ‐Ah!

Blair, you don't understand.

Ruth is very smart but easily distracted.

If I can keep her on task, we may be able to earn

the elusive A‐plus‐plus‐plus.

(sigh) Also known as A‐cubed.

The A‐plus‐plus‐plus is just a myth.

A‐plus‐plus‐plus is not a myth!

I've seen it! Carly Rosenthal

got one in sixth grade!

Okay...

You seem to really care

about this thing, and I don't at all,

so I'm gonna go have a Saturday.

Come on, Mom. Let's roll.

Uh, Grandpa, Dad,

chop chop! The open road beckons!

So, you all should go answer...

her... call.

Rachel: Millie Bobby Brown!

What happened to my car?!

‐It's wrecked. ‐You gotta see it!

It's so awesome.

Don't look at me. Pops was the last one driving.

Dad, do you have an explanation?

Have you ever heard of the legend of the, uh, chupacabra?

You crashed it, didn't you?

Sure did.

Dad, this only happened

because you refuse to wear your glasses!

I don't need my glasses. I was an army sniper!

‐Come on, Byron! Let's get outta here. ‐No, no.

You're not going anywhere.

You're grounded.

‐What?! ‐Owen: What?

This isn't fair! You're ruining my day!

(sigh) It is nice to be on

the other side of this little song and dance.

Okay, I can still make this work.

Byron, Blair, get in the other car. I'm driving.

Uh, Rachel, can I have a word?

(clears throat) Uh...

First of all, big fan.

Second, I can't have Grandpa around.

He'll distract Ruth.

Our last group project was a disaster.

‐She s‐‐ ‐(horn blast)

(crowd cheering)

Announcer: All right, audience, time to vote!

You get to choose what Owen and Ruth

did for their last presentation.

I smell a flashback.

You got this? You got this?

We got this. We got this. We got this.

You're gonna be given cards to read from.

Announcer: And let's get back to the scene!

‐Director: Action! ‐All right. Owen and Ruth,

what will you be presenting today?

(clears throat) Uh, today,

for our report on the Gold Rush,

Ruth and I will be doing a puppet show presentation

(chuckle) using puppets.

‐(laughter) ‐(applause, cheering)

We will narrate a day in the life

of people that were involved in the Gold Rush.

(applause, cheering)

Don't mess up!

Oh, don't forget the props for your puppet show.

‐(indistinct murmuring) ‐Mr. Penworth: Now,

we take you way back

to the dirty and dusty days

of the Gold Rush! (neighs like horse)

(Southern accent): Hey, Betsy! How you doing today?

(Southern accent): I'm very good, John! How are you?

I'm doing good, especially that

our Gold Rush is doing very swell.

But I'm a little hungry, so I'm gonna

get my dinner, and I got yours, too.

Okay, thank you so much‐‐

Listen, you have to stop making takeout.

I have way too much on my plate, John!

You have no idea what I have to go through every day,

babysitting this alien.

Uh, I, you know‐‐

(laughter)

Here's a little‐known fact.

(chuckle) The pickax was invented

by Sir Pickax Foxwell II.

Pickaxes are good to pick your nose.

Oh, wow. Uh,

‐I have an itchy nose. Help me out. ‐Okay, okay.

‐Right there? Is that good? ‐I also heard‐‐

(laughter)

But wait, there's more!

This puppet show is also an opera!

‐(audience oohing) ‐Of course it is.

‐Maestro! ‐Owen: Uh, what?

‐It's an‐‐ oh! ‐(music playing)

(singing operatically)

♪ Oh I love the Gold ♪

♪ Rush! ♪

♪ We are miners ♪

♪ Looking for gold! ♪

♪ Have some pizza before it gets ♪

♪ Cold! ♪

♪ With our pickaxes ♪

♪ We are not lazy ♪

♪ We also look for ♪

♪ Alien babies ♪

(baby voice): That's me! That's me!

♪ Oh yes! ♪

Both: Thank you very much.

(applause)

(cheering)

Enough! Enough! Enough!

I'm giving you the lowest grade you've ever had.

A‐minus!

(gasps)

Owen, I really wish I could be a good parent right now,

but I didn't schedule time in the itinerary for that, okay?

Come on, troops!

We're moving out!

Hut hut hut!

(sighs) Okay, Owen.

Deep breaths.

Grandpa won't be any trouble at all.

You'll barely even know he's here.

(electricity crackling)

Well, broke another microwave.

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♪ Just roll with it! ♪

Where is Byron? It shouldn't take him

this long to pick up dry cleaning.

Oh, finally, get in. We're gonna be late.

Why are you getting in the back? I'm not a chauffeur.

I know you're not. If you were, you'd have mints,

bottles of water, and be much less mean to the passengers.

So, what do you think of my new do?

‐Why is Gator here? ‐His mom forgot him at the hair salon.

Long hair, don't care.

Hot Gator summer comin' through!

He needs a ride to the Farmers Market.

‐Fine. At least it's on our way. ‐No, it's not.

I wanna go to Old Man Cratchett's farm upstate.

Gator, don't support that man. He belongs in jail.

I like sweet corn! Old Man Cratchett's

got them sweet, sweet cobs!

All right, I can still make this work.

We'll go to Cratchett's farm, then I'll drop you off at‐‐

‐Trampoline club. ‐That was the big meeting you had to go to?!

Whatever. Then Blair's karate practice...

‐And soccer practice. ‐When did you sign up for soccer?

‐When I discovered I liked kicking stuff. ‐(sighs)

None of this was in the itinerary, but, you know,

if I take the shortcut across that condemned bridge,

I might be able to make this work.

Enough chit chat, Rachel! Floor it!

♪ Old Man Cratchett's got that corn ♪

♪ I want it in my mouth hole ♪

‐♪ They can't prove he did those crimes ♪ ‐Gator!

♪ ♪

Let's turn to page 25 in our textboo‐‐

(bagpipes blaring)

(chuckling) Look what I found! Rachel's old bagpipes!

Wow!

Yeah, I signed her up for lessons as a goof,

but guess what? She did it!

For four years!

Oh, you kids wanna try?

Oh cool! That's the one Scottish instrument I haven't played.

No. We are busy right now,

doing the science project, like I told you.

Science. (scoffs)

I'll tell you what those fat cats at the school board

don't want you to know.

Did I ever mention I was stationed at...

Area 51?

Did you see any UFOs?

I'm sorry. That's confidential.

But, uh, let's just say...

yes, I did.

Owen's grandpa, tell me about the aliens,

please, please, please!

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Rachel!

You gotta try one of these!

No. They're not even cooked.

Doesn't matter. They're that good.

‐Where's Blair? Karate ended 10 minutes ago. ‐(door opens)

Hey, can you pop the trunk?

Wait, I think you girls have the wrong car.

I told Wanda you'd give her a ride to soccer practice.

Hey, lady, where are the snacks?

My blood sugar's low.

We got plenty of sweet corn from Cratchett's farm.

Ugh, that man belongs in jail.

But, he does have the goods. Cob me, baby.

Here you go, Wanda.

That's not Wanda. That's Wanda.

‐Can you pop the trunk? ‐Then who's that?

I assumed she was your friend.

Why would I have a little kid friend all of a sudden?

Hey, stranger child, what are you doing in here?

I followed the dog.

Hang on! There's a dog in here?

‐(barking) ‐Ah! Protect the corn!

Aw! Rachel, can we keep him?

I think the dog's peeing.

Ew! Get that mongrel outta here!

‐Out, out, out, out, out! ‐(barking)

‐(car honking) ‐Oh, there's my ride.

Thanks for the corn.

Can you please pop the trunk?

‐I got it. ‐No trunk popping‐‐

(horn blast)

(applause, cheering)

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Announcer: Okay, audience.

You get to choose what the car rolls through.

Anything can happen in the Mom‐mobile.

(singing): What do you think is gonna happen?

I think we're gonna get messy.

We'll continue the scene on Wanda's line,

"Can you please pop the trunk?"

Off to the car we go!

Announcer: Now, back to the scene!

Director: Action!

‐Hey, can you pop the trunk? ‐I got it.

‐(click) ‐Uh‐oh. I accidentally released the parking brake,

locked the windows in the down position,

and somehow opened the sunroof!

And it looks like we're headed for that crazy car wash!

(applause, cheering)

Okay, seat belts on, everybody! And goggles!

‐Gator: Oh boy. ‐Rachel: Oh, Mom never

leaves the driveway without

‐six pairs of goggles in the minivan. ‐(laughing)

Robot Voice: You are now entering the car wash.

Step one, rainbow soap.

‐(spraying) ‐(screaming)

(laughter)

(screaming)

‐Byron: Ah! ‐(audience oohing)

Byron: Why is the roof open?!

Can we at least shut the sunroof?

Voice: Step two, power wash!

(beeping, spraying)

(screaming)

(laughing)

(screaming)

That's cold! That is so cold! Ah!

It's freezing!

My hair!

(laughter)

Well, at least I don't have to shower tonight!

Voice: Final step, foaming wax!

Well, I guess we can cross car wash off the list of errands.

‐Oh! ‐(screaming)

Gator: My hair! Again!

(screaming continues)

(Byron crying)

I don't like car washes anymore!

Voice: Car wash complete! Have a nice day!

(laughter)

(applause, cheering)

‐(knocking) ‐What do you want?!

Friendly neighborhood officer?

Ma'am, it's illegal to wash

children at the same time you wash your car in this state.

I'm gonna have to write you a ticket.

Don't worry, Rachel. I got this.

Excuse me, Officer Dreamboat?

I couldn't help but notice you writing my friend a ticket,

and I just have to ask...

(flapping)

Do you we have a ticket now?

Yes. Now, you have two.

Nice job, Gator.

One for illegal washing, and another...

for stealing an officer's heart.

Just kidding. That's my number.

Your ticket's still real though.

And you can't pay it through the mail.

You have to go to court.

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Owen: Okay, Ruth,

so in order to build a solar power generator‐‐

‐(metal clanging) ‐(chuckle) first, we‐‐

‐(clanging) ‐need to attach‐‐

‐(clanging) ‐the panels to‐‐

What are you doing?

Well, I‐I‐I'm taking the marbles from this bowl,

and putting them in this metal bucket.

Do you have to do it one at a time?

Well, I‐I wanna count them, too, see? 'Cause,

well...

Oh, you made me lose track!

Now, I gotta start all over again!

That's it! Grandpa, we're trying to get work done,

and you are being a nuisance!

Whoa, Owen. He's just‐‐

No! It's okay. I'm just in the way, I guess.

Finally. Now, let's dive in.

You seem upset. Do you wanna talk about it?

Nah. My generation,

we don't express our feelings.

But, okay.

Think of this as a safe space, Grandpa,

and just speak your truth.

(chuckling) The truth is we should really‐‐

Well, as in most cases, it all started with my father.

♪ ♪

(applause, cheering)

‐That was awesome. ‐That was so much fun!

♪ ♪

Repeat after me.

‐I am beautiful... ‐(ding)

‐and strong. ‐(ding)

I am beautiful and strong.

(ding)

I am beautiful and strong.

(ding)

I am bored and annoyed.

(ding)

Now, how do you feel, Mortimer?

Actually, I'm feeling mad at Rachel.

Interesting. And why are you mad at Rachel?

She's treating me like a dang kid.

Took away my driving privileges,

took away my friends,

and most of all 'cause she took away my dignity.

Rachel didn't take anything from you.

You did this to yourself.

Ruth: Owen,

sounds like you have something to say.

(ding)

As a matter of fact, I do.

My generation's all about over‐sharing.

Grandpa,

it's not Rachel's fault you wrecked the car.

It's your fault because you refuse to wear your glasses.

And you're complaining about

Rachel taking stuff from you,

when you've taken everything from me.

You took my bedroom, my study buddy,

and now you're gonna take away my A‐plus‐plus‐plus.

I‐I‐I didn't know you felt this way, buddy.

Chills. I am sensing a breakthrough!

Here, each of you

take hold of a healing crystal.

Place it upon your third eye.

My‐my third what?

(chuckle) Y‐your forehead.

‐Oh, forehead. Sure. ‐Okay,

now set your vibrations to honesty.

(ding)

The reason you didn't know I felt this way

is because you never ask.

(sighs) Since you got here,

everything's been about you.

About me? I feel like nothing's about me.

I'm just an old guy nobody wants around.

Is that why you don't like wearing your glasses?

Because they make you feel old?

Yeah.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin your afternoon.

Honestly, the only bright side to being grounded

is that I get to spend the day with you.

Huh?

You wanna hang out with me?

I had no idea you felt that way.

Of course.

After all, you're my only grandson.

Grandpa,

I wanna spend time with you, too,

but after we're done with our project.

Deal.

I am loving the progress we are making.

I just have one last exercise

to purify your auras.

(horn blast)

(applause, cheering)

Announcer: Last vote, audience!

You get to choose what is

Ruth's new therapy!

This is my first time, so I have no idea what to expect.

‐Suzi: Are you in it? You are? ‐I'm in on it, yes.

‐She's in on it. ‐I'm in on it. It's gonna be...

funny.

So, we will start on Ruth's new line.

Announcer: And let's get back to the scene!

(applause, cheering)

(laughter)

Director: Action.

I just have one last exercise to purify your auras.

It's a bit New Age‐y, but my mom swears by it,

and she spent most of her life in therapy.

It's called Baby Bird Therapy.

(cheering)

(applause)

The thing that scares me is this egg came out of me.

Now, recite the baby bird poem.

(laughing): The baby bird poem.

‐(music playing) ‐Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet!

I cannot wait for us to meet.

And because it's almost spring,

and that's when baby bird gets its wings.

All right, baby bird. Break free!

(smashing)

Grandpa: You can do it!

‐Ruth: Go... ‐You can do it, buddy!

Look at you.

(cheering)

(applause)

There's one last thing to complete our bonding experience.

Grandpa, teach your baby bird how to fly!

Grandpa: Oh yeah. That's the best thing about being a bird.

Okay, little buddy. You ready?

‐I think. ‐One, two, three.

Go ahead, fly.

♪ ♪

Owen: Tweet tweet!

Tweet tweet!

‐I don't think it's working! ‐Try a little faster.

‐Tweet tweet‐‐ Ah! ‐There you go.

‐(cheering, applause) ‐It's working! It's working!

I'm flying!

Tweet tweet!

Does anybody have an airsick bag?

'Cause I think we're gonna need it.

(laughter)

(applause, cheering)

All right.

It could just be the bird costumes,

but your auras look a lot brighter.

I'd say this exercise was a success.

Now, how about a heart‐to‐heart hug?

‐(ding) ‐Om!

How about a beak‐to‐beak hug?

Om!

(applause)

Wow.

Homework's gotten really weird these days.

Yeah.

Thirty‐two stops.

How can one family have 32 stops?

I‐I‐I got three tickets,

I hopped some curbs, and I'm pretty sure

there's a mailbox lodged in the car's undercarriage,

but I did it. I did it!

Are you feeling okay, by the way?

I've never felt better.

As a matter of fact,

‐bring it in! ‐Uh, I don't...

That does feel nice, Dad. (spits)

Good to have you home, kiddo.

Hey, Mrs. Blair, you forgot to drop me off.

Also, still waiting for you to pop that trunk.

Honey, honey, you're hugging a little tight there.

♪ ♪

Woo!

The jury just acquitted Old Man Cratchett!

‐Hot dog! ‐This town makes me sick.

Got some exciting news!

We already heard about Old Man Cratchett.

Not that. I got an A‐plus‐plus‐plus!

I told you it was real.

Wow... Still don't care.

Grandpa: Well, I do. I'm proud of you,

kiddo. Tell you what.

What do you say I take you guys out for some ice cream?

‐Yay! ‐Yay, I did nothing!

That is if I'm un‐grounded.

I don't know...

Well, how about...

now?

Both: Please?

You're wearing your glasses!

‐Of course! ‐They look good on you, too.

‐Grandpa: Yeah? ‐Yeah, fine.

All right. I'll go get the car.

Wow, wow, wow.

I've never seen my dad like this.

I don't know what you and Ruth did to him,

but it worked.

Might have her come over to help work out my issues.

There's a lot.

You know, I never thought I'd say this,

but Grandpa isn't so bad.

He actually might make this place better.

‐(crash) ‐(screaming)

(chuckles)

Well, I...

guess it wasn't my eyes.

‐That's our show! ‐(applause)

You guys have been a great audience!

(cheering)

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