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Tobie: Welcome to "Just Roll With It"!

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‐Just roll with it! ‐♪ Just roll with it! ♪

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Welcome to "Just Roll With It"!

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When you hear this sound...

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You, the audience, get to vote on what happens to us in scenes.

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‐And whatever‐‐ ‐(electricity surging)

Kaylin.

Kaylin!

Oh, man. Another Kaylin broke.

Suzi: Just, uh, bear with us.

(electricity whirring)

...happens, we'll have to...

All: "Just Roll With It"!

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Sorry I laughed when you fell off your bike

and got hurt, Owen.

(sighs) That's okay.

So, if you don't make it,

can I have your TV?

I'm pretty sure I'm gonna pull through.

I'm totally rooting for you. But just in case...

I drafted up a legally binding last will and testament.

If you could sign here and here,

and initial there, there, and there.

Ugh. This heat wave is horrible.

Owen, your time's up. Hand over the frozen veggies.

‐It's my turn. ‐Hey, lady. Get in line.

I called dibs on the peas.

Whoa. I still need them. I have to ice my injury.

(foghorn blares)

‐(laughs) ‐(audience cheering)

That scared me so bad!

‐Host: Okay, audience. Let's vote. ‐(bell dinging)

What did Owen injure?

‐I was not expecting that at all. ‐Guys...

You sir, have a completely new injury.

Whoa, no, no!

Host: Let's get back to the scene.

Director: Action!

‐(bell dinging) ‐(audience cheering)

I still need them. I have to ice both of my arms!

Remind me, how exactly did you fall off your bike, again?

I didn't fall off my bike.

I fell getting on my bike.

(audience laughing)

It was really funny. (laughs)

In a concerned sister sort of way.

But, um, Owen,

with your Big Lil Prancers dance competition coming up,

how are you gonna perform?

Uh, am I performing?

(audience laughing and cheering)

(upbeat music playing)

(audience cheering)

All (chanting): Owen! Owen! Owen! Owen!

Looks like you also broke your rhythm.

‐Wow. ‐(audience laughing)

Okay, let's get you back in bed so you can rest.

Look, while I want to be sympathetic to your injury,

once the temperature rises above 100 degrees, I become a bad mom.

‐So gimme. ‐No! Mine.

Blair, I swear I will fight you, and I am so much bigger.

Thank you. Aah.

This heat has me a little woozy.

Anyway, I'll catch you later, Byron.

‐Oh, my show's on! ‐(door closes)

Wayne Wilson (on TV): You are watching "Wake Up, Sheeple"

with Wayne Wilson. Today we are ripping back the veil

that the authorities have drawn over your eyes.

Extra‐terrestrials from outer space live in the middle of the Earth

and they are plotting against us.

You watch this garbage?

Yeah. It slaps.

This guy is a lunatic.

The court said he wasn't. That's why he had to go to real jail.

Can you please change it to the home improvement channel?

It's bathroom renovation week!

Sorry, Owen.

No signy, no clicky.

♪♪

Well, that weather guy was right.

It's so hot, you can fry an egg in the street.

But don't eat these. These are full of dead bugs,

and like, itty‐bitty pieces of loose gravel.

Byron, please stop talking.

I can't be hot and annoyed at the same time.

When is the repair guy gonna come and fix the air conditioning?

He isn't. We're on a blacklist,

because apparently, Blair's been calling them, and when they show up,

she slams the door in their face and yells, "Psych."

I wish I'd never taught her that.

Psych! All right, what's all this stuff?

I am compiling some intel

on the new neighbors next door.

So far, all I can find is that they just moved here from Australia.

Other than that, they have no social media presence.

You know, like psychopaths.

Why are you being all creepy stalker with them?

It's the only house in the neighborhood with a pool.

The old neighbors wouldn't let us swim

after you spilled lasagna in it.

That only happened twice, and the second time wasn't even my fault.

But with these new neighbors moving in,

we have an opportunity to start fresh!

Byron, wouldn't you love to have access to a pool right now?

It would beat walking around

with all these peas down my pants.

Exactly. That's why I am trying to find out

as much as I can about them.

So I can pretend to have the same interests,

and we can trick them into becoming our best friends.

Yes, and before you know it,

we're up to our guts in that sweet, sweet pool water.

Ooh, but we can't tell the kids our plan.

We don't want them to think it's okay to be friends with people

just to get something out of them.

Right.

But to be clear, that is what we're doing.

Oh, 100 percent!

I love the way your mind works!

Both: Splish, splash, baby!

♪♪

Wayne Wilson (over TV): Now, let me tell you about these alien fellas.

They can see in infrared,

they have to shed their skin every 24 hours,

and they come from the star Sirius B

in the Canis Majoris constellation.

Didn't Wayne Wilson just say

they came from the center of the Earth?

They originated from Sirius B, but they came to Earth

when their planet got wiped out

in an inter‐dimensional war. Keep up.

Wayne Wilson (over TV): Now, one of the ways you can spot these

shape‐shifting dimensional abominations

is that they will often emit

a bright flash of emerald green light

when they take a new form.

This is ridiculous.

(both gasp)

It came from the new neighbors' house.

You don't think that they're‐‐ W‐Wait, wait, wait.

Now you've got me talking crazy.

Aliens don't exist!

Besides, the TV show said they emit emerald green flashes.

And that was clearly more of a mint green.

Wayne Wilson (over TV): Some have claimed that the alien flash

‐is more of a mint green. ‐(yells)

Owen, I think the neighbors are aliens

and they've just taken human forms.

Uh, Blair, I'm sure there's a perfectly

rational explanation for this.

These shows prey upon weak‐minded people!

And I'm not gonna take the bait!

‐Oh, my goodness! ‐Oh, let me see! Let me see!

‐(clears throat) Aah. ‐(Blair grunts)

See? nothing weird or alien‐like going on over there.

Just a nice, wholesome family

enjoying each other's company, and...

taking off their faces! They just pulled their faces off!

‐(screams) ‐(thuds)

(yells)

Aliens are real?

Aliens are real!

Wayne Wilson (over TV): Aliens are real.

‐(both yelling) ‐(audience cheering)

♪♪

Owen (over phone): Okay, Blair. I'm your eyes in the sky.

The aliens are out back, so the coast is clear.

These face‐peeling freaks

picked the wrong planet to act a fool on.

Owen (over phone): Focus! Without evidence,

everyone's just gonna think we're crazy.

So search their trash and see if you can find, like,

I don't know, some alien stuff.

And then get back here as fast as you can.

Jackpot! Loose trash.

Jackpot! Loose trash.

‐Blair! ‐Byron!

Owen (over phone): Blair, watch out! Dad sees you!

Blair, w‐what are you doing here?

Um, just seeing what other people's trash looks like.

‐What are you doing here? ‐Same.

Same thing. Same‐sies. Obvi! (chuckles)

I'm not doing this for any particular reason.

‐Me, neither. ‐It's not weird!

Of course not. Neither is my thing.

‐I know. ‐So it's settled.

We both are here for no good reason, and it's not weird at all.

(both laughing)

I'm just gonna put some of this trash in this bag that I brought.

And I'm just going to start shoving it in my pocket.

And this continues to not be weird.

(Australian accent): Oi! Can I help you?

Oh, no! I mean...

Hi, new neighbor!

Owen (over phone): Blair, be careful!

The neighbor sees you!

♪♪

Byron, how'd it go?

‐Blair, what happened? ‐(door closes)

Well, the new neighbor caught me at their trash can

being perfectly normal.

And I invited them over for dinner.

‐Owen and Rachel: What? ‐Yeah. He just said, "Come on over!"

They're gonna be here any second.

Byron, could I have a word with you?

Why did you invite them over?

That's what future best friends do.

They come over. I thought you'd be happy about this.

This first impression has to be perfect,

and we don't know enough about them yet to pretend to be exactly like them!

I don't know anything about Australian culture.

What if I say something they find offensive?

‐Like what? ‐I don't know.

What if I make fun of kangaroos or something?

Then don't make fun of kangaroos.

I can't help it, Byron. They're so silly.

It's an animal with pockets.

Look, we still have a couple of seconds to go through that big bag of trash

to find clues about what they're like.

We gotta keep looking for proof.

I've seen all the proof I need.

If these spacemen think they're gonna take this planet

without us putting up a fight,

they must be all messed up on moonbeams.

So, you don't wanna help me look through the trash.

Eh. I'll look through the trash.

Just gonna rummage through the garbage, here.

‐Ah, cool. Us, too. ‐Rachel: Oh.

‐This isn't weird. ‐Owen: Oh.

Oh, no, no, no, no. Not at all.

(foghorn blares)

(audience cheering)

Come on, come on! (yelling)

Host: What will they find in the trash?

You can choose three things.

First, choose one animal from our list.

Next, pick one gross item.

Finally, select one strange item.

What are we pulling out of that bag?

Host: Now, let's get back to the scene.

Director: Action!

Okay, let's see what we have here.

Okay. (grunts)

It smells in here.

That is a deep trash bag.

Okay. I got something. I got something.

‐It's moving! Okay! ‐Byron: Oh! Lookie!

‐(audience exclaiming) ‐Rachel: All right!

‐Mwah! ‐What is that thing?

Uh, I'm guessing, like, a pygmy wombat or something?

‐A, a, a rat‐‐ Aah! ‐Um, does it have a pocket? Does it have a pocket?

It ain't got a pocket. It's not, it's not a...

kangaroo. I don't know what it is.

It looks like a tiny hippo.

‐(audience laughing) ‐Byron: Oh!

They're Australian, so this must be like an Australian trash animal.

Yeah. Yeah, it's a, it's a raccoon‐a‐rang.

‐Byron: Ooh. Yeah, yeah. ‐(audience laughing)

Blair: Give me something good. Give me something good.

Oh, it's not good. It's...

‐(audience exclaiming) ‐Oh!

‐Well, at least it's still warm. ‐(Rachel laughs)

Well, it's very clear that aliens are not plumbers.

‐We can see that. ‐(audience laughing)

Just throw that back in there. Yeah.

Give it to that trash animal. He could use it.

‐(Byron laughs) ‐Rachel: All right, come on, baby.

‐Give us something good. Give us‐‐ ‐Aah.

‐Oh, gosh. ‐Byron( laughing): What?

Okay, it's got a strap.

It's some type of a‐‐ Oh, oh, oh!

Oh, it's like, like a costume mask.

‐They must be into ventriloquism. ‐(bell dings)

Rachel: Owen, come here. Be my puppet.

‐Come here, come here. ‐Byron: Yeah, yeah. Come here.

‐(audience laughing) ‐Byron: He's super cute right now.

‐Rachel: He's very cute. ‐Byron: You are so cute right now.

‐Rachel: Oh! Oh! ‐Byron: Oh, my goodness.

(audience cheering)

Rachel: I'm gonna try this. This is the controls.

‐Okay. ‐Byron: Let me see. I'll, I'll be like‐‐

‐You be my audience. I'll gauge the interest. ‐Yeah, I'll be over here.

Okay. Hi.

Hi. I'm a cat.

I have a bad cat‐titude.

Byron: (chuckling) That's good. That's good.

You might wonder why I look so weird,

and it's 'cause I don't know how to ride my bike.

(all laughing)

‐(audience cheering) ‐Byron: That's funny.

Okay, all right. But seriously. But seriously.

I'm a cat with two broken paws.

Did you ever see anything so pathetic?

Oh, please.

‐Help me! ‐(audience laughing)

(in deep voice): You know what cats love to eat is wet hair.

Oh! I got just the thing for you.

You got a cat snack in there?

‐Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah! ‐Byron: Oh ho ho!

‐Oh! (laughs) Oh! ‐(audience exclaiming)

Okay. Aah...

Well, that's been my time.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I gotta go lick myself.

Catch you later!

(audience laughing)

‐(doorbell rings) ‐All: It's them!

‐Put it in the trash bag. In the trash bag. ‐In here. Thank you. Sorry.

Okay. We need to get the evidence ourselves.

Agreed. We gotta get pics of their feet.

Wayne Wilson said that aliens have hideous, clawed feet.

That's perfect!

Blair: And if things go sideways,

we can always throw water on them, 'cause that makes them melt.

We can do this.

Let's save this stinkin' planet!

Let's get access to that stinkin' pool.

(exhales)

Hi! Oh, my gosh.

Our new favorite family!

Hello, neighbors!

G'day, mates. Welcome to the up‐over.

Uh, what's the up‐over?

It's the opposite of the down‐under.

All: Aah!

He's being funny in an American way.

Hi. We are so excited to have new neighbors,

who can't wait to share everything their home has to offer.

Thanks for having us over. I'm E. T.

(coughing)

I'm sorry. You're what, now?

E.T.

It's short for Emmalynn Trixiebelle.

It's a common Australian name.

Please make yourself at home, E. T.

Not so fast. Shoes off.

‐Excuse me? ‐Let me see your feets, E. T.

‐We're a shoes‐off household, so... ‐Since when?

Since I ran a report about all the germs that are on shoes.

You step in a little dog doo‐doo? Blah, blah, blah.

Everyone's got canine pink eye. Ha.

Well, why are you all wearing shoes?

Uh...

We're still getting used to the new rule. Ha ha!

All right, then.

You, you know, the report said socks are really dirty, too.

Maybe you should also remove those.

Lose the socks, E. T.

Sorry about our kids. They're awful.

Uh, please. Sit down, relax. What can we get you to drink?

Water, seltzer, lemonade?

Oh, doesn't lemonade always remind you of summer days spent

hanging out by the pool? (chuckles)

Is there anything better than a good, old‐fashioned pool day?

Gosh. I know I sure could use one right about now.

Oh, I know what you mean. Crikey, it's been hot lately.

Mm. Hot in here, you say?

A peculiar thing, coming from someone who grew up in a known desert climate.

Sorry, again, about my daughter.

Um, we're looking into this school in Maine

that you stay at year‐round.

(grunting)

Dad and Rachel are interfering with our master plan.

I know. We need to take them out.

Wh‐wh‐what? No, we love them.

We'll love again. We're young.

Blair, we just need to expose these aliens.

(liquid pouring)

What if we pull their faces off?

Yeah. They won't be laughing

when we pull their stinking faces off!

Oh, looks like you have something on your face, there.

‐Do I? Where? ‐Ah, here. Allow me.

Ow! That really smarts, mate!

Just trying to find the seam.

It's not budging!

Stop it, stop it! What's all this, then?

Sorry, again, about our kids.

They are normally so sweet, and kind, and‐‐

Welcome to Earth, space dorks!

‐(splashing) ‐(all exclaiming)

Rachel: So...

we hear you have a pool.

♪♪

(audience cheering)

♪♪

End of the line, pod‐people.

We know you're aliens. Just admit it.

Why on Earth would you think that?

We saw your green lights.

Yeah. That's where you goofed up, chief.

We had smart light‐bulbs installed.

I've been controlling them from my phone. Check it out.

Arctic tundra.

Both: Ooh!

Savanna sunset.

Both: Aah!

Or my favorite‐‐ minty green northern lights.

Oh, what about your skin? We saw you pulling your faces off.

‐(laughing) ‐Ah, you silly burgers.

We've started doing family face mask nights.

We put them on to clear out our pores.

I know I've been saying "sorry" a lot,

but this time, I am really sorry.

We genuinely wanted to bond with our new neighbors,

because you seemed so cool‐‐

You two are the worst of all!

You only wanted to be friends with us

so you could use our water pool.

I don't know where you got that idea.

Right there! From the corky board.

Ah...

Can we start over? Hi. I'm Rachel.

Welcome to America.

Come on, family. Let's get out of here.

And likely move immediately.

Well, we did it again.

I guess if we want to cool off‐‐

‐(foghorn blares) ‐Oh!

‐(audience cheering) ‐Whoa!

‐That really scared me! ‐That‐‐ That is‐‐ I know!

‐(bell dinging) ‐Host: It's the last vote .

What can they do to cool off?

I think we're gonna find a creative way to cool off. (laughs)

Everyone else, you're taking orders from Owen.

‐Okay. ‐Director: Okay?

Host: Now, back to the scene.

Guess if we want to cool off, there's only one way to do it.

With this Slip and Slushie Slide!

‐(audience cheering) ‐Yeah!

I just ordered it! (laughs)

‐Owen: Yes! ‐(audience cheering)

‐(Byron laughing) ‐Owen: Wow.

So, once you make it past the slushie slide,

you get a nice slushie, yourself.

All right? So, um,

Rachel, you go first.

‐All right. ‐All right!

Aah! (chuckles)

Audience (chanting): Rachel! Rachel! Rachel!

Owen: All right. Oh!

‐Ha ha! Woo! ‐(audience cheering)

‐Owen: Yeah! ‐Byron: Byron's wife gets a 10!

Audience (chanting): Rachel! Rachel! Rachel! Rachel! Rachel!

(chanting continues)

‐Is the slushie good? ‐Rachel: Yeah.

I thought it was gonna be spiders or something,

but it's, like, cherry.

Owen: Byron, you're up!

‐(all cheering ‐Owen: Get up some good speed!

‐Aah! ‐Audience (chanting): Byron! Byron! Byron!

Owen: Yeah!

Oh, that's fine!

Aah! Aah!

Audience (chanting): Byron! Byron!

Owen: Yeah! Pass him that slushie!

Byron: Thank you, honey!

Owen: All right. Blair!

Oh!

Byron: Ha ha ha!

Ah, you know...

I'm just gonna get you outta there!

‐Blair: Oh! ‐(all yelling)

Owen: Yeah!

‐Woo! ‐(Owen laughing)

Yeah!

Audience (chanting): Blair! Blair! Blair!

(chanting continues)

Owen: Well, you know,

this was fun and all,

but I don't feel good about what we've done today.

I'm gonna go over and apologize to the Allens.

Aah!

You do you.

♪♪

Excuse me. (panting)

I just wanted to apologize about the whole...

"thinking you're aliens" thing.

I let my mind get the best of me.

And while I totally understand if you're still mad, I hope...

(in high‐pitched alien voice): Owen Bellamy Blatt of Earth,

we were sent here from Sirius B to warn you

of The Great Doom approaching.

But you guys are, like, such jerks,

we decided we're just going to go home.

Aliens... out.

(spaceship whirring)

(energy surges)

Man, this heat wave is really getting to me.

Whew.

And that's our show!

You guys have been a great audience!

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