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[drumroll]

[cheerful electronic music]

♪ ♪

[laughs]

[whimpering]

Uh! Wah!

♪ ♪

[exclaims] [frog ribbits]

[frog croaks]

[laughing]

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

♪ ♪

[car horn honks]

[toy meows]

Ta-da!

- Ah! - Ugh.

[chuckles] [whistles]

Whoa! Ah!

- [chuckles] - Aww.

♪ ♪

[xylophone music]

[laughter]

[dog barking]

[sighs] Here we go, Dil.

Fresh air.

Ooh! [sniffs]

And elevated pollen levels.

Your mommy and daddy are tired

from having so much fun with you,

so they're taking a nap, but don't worry.

Uncle Chas is going to take good care of you.

[doorbell rings]

They're here!

Be right back.

[cheerful electronic music]

- [gasps] - [whimpering]

[crying] - Hey, Dilly, it's OK.

Don't cry.

[continues crying]

Hello, Kira.

I'm "Verdi" excited

for our piano lesson.

I just hope I can "Handel" it, Chas.

[laughter]

It is so nice to find someone

who appreciates the art of the composer pun.

I mean, come in, come in.

Kimi, there's a surprise for you today.

Angelica and all the kids are in the yard

along with little Dil.

I love babies!

Afraid I got my days mixed up

when I told Stu and Didi I'd watch 'em.

You know, I didn't want to let them down,

and, uh, yet, I also didn't want to cancel our lesson, so.

Oh, no, I wouldn't want that either!

[chuckling] I mean, y--

uh, you're a good friend, Chas.

[crying]

He's not going to cry like that all day, is he?

Hi, Angelica.

Ooh, are you playing with the new baby?

Kimi!

What a unsuspected surprise.

And who can play with all that racket?

Bonjour, Dil.

[cooing]

That's French.

I learned it when we lived in Paris.

So that's French.

It maded Dil happy.

Betterer than a frog.

[sighs]

Mr. Finster, can I watch Dil

while my mommy has her piano lesson?

Angelica and I can be your special babysitting helpers.

Oh, why, thank you, Kimi.

That is very considerate.

And you girls let us know at any time if you need help.

Just like preschool.

You're always volunsteering me for jobs I don't want to do.

Sorry, Angelica, but what's more fun

than watching a sweet, tiny baby?

I like how your mommy smells like flowers.

Oh, that's only on piano lesson days.

I like your daddy's fancy bow tie.

That's his favoritest one.

He wears it whenever your mommy comes over.

Too bad it's my mommy's last lesson.

Wait! What if I get stuck with the--

- [crying] - Non, non, petit garçon.

Wow, it's like magic!

OK, Dil's happy.

Let's get back to our game.

Kimi, Angelica, you want to play?

- Yeah, right. - Sure.

[crying]

Bibliothèque!

Psst. Susie, a word?

This is bad, Susie Carmichael.

Really bad.

If Kimi's not around after this,

that means I'll be stuck watching that drooly Dil,

and you'll never get to play again without interruption.

There's not much we can do

unless Kimi's mama takes more piano lessons.

That's it!

But forget the piano.

We just got to get Chuckie's daddy and Kimi's mommy

to say they're in love.

Why would they say that?

Grown-ups always smell good and wear nice clothes

when they're in love.

It's practically a law.

Wow, Angelica.

I didn't know that.

Well, now you do.

So it's up to us to get 'em to say it to each other.

Then they'll have more playdates,

and Kimi will be here all the time,

and I'll be free!

And so will you!

But first, we're going to need...

So we're going to give these flowers to Kimi's mama?

No. Mr. Chuckie's daddy is going

to give them to her. - [crying]

Quel un fromage!

- [cooing] - It means, "what a cheese."

Is Dil made of cheese?

Maybe that's why he smells like that.

[piano playing]

Kira, I need to tell you something.

[stammering]

Your chord structure is improving!

[chuckles]

- Really? - Y-yeah.

It--it's not getting worse. [chuckles]

Hi, Mr. Chuckie's daddy and Kimi's mommy.

Everyone's fine, but I got to tell you

about the dream I had last night.

OK, Angelica,

we--we're kind of in the middle of, um--

I was on a great big boat,

and I was steering it all by myself--this way!

No, I mean the other way.

But then a huge wave took me over there.

And then I woke up. The end.

I wonder if she eats kumquats before bed.

They're supposed to give children

rather confusing dreams.

[gasps] Oh, Chas!

Those are-- - Larkspurs!

[sneezes] I'm aller...

[sneezes] Gic.

[blows nose]

Well, it's the thought that counts.

I thought you knew how this love stuff worked.

Now what are we going to do?

We just got to try something else.

But what?

Oh! When my daddy cleans

the garage, my mama makes him a big snack,

and he loves it.

Susie, get real.

Mr. Chuckie's daddy is nowhere near the garage.

Wait! We could give him a snack,

and he'll think it's from Kimi's mommy!

Gee, where'd you get that idea?

Bon voyage!

[cooing]

Wow, Kimi.

Whatever you're saying really works.

Thank you, Tommy.

Non, non, petit garçon.

[cooing]

- [sneezes] - You even sneeze melodiously.

Well, I do have perfect pitch.

[gasps] You brought me tissues.

[laughing] Of course.

Chas, I've been meaning to ask you,

could we go over the notes again for "Itsy Bitsy Spider"?

I think I missed one--

or six.

[piano playing sourly]

[giggling]

[laughing]

What an enthusiastic music lover.

I'll say.

But this is Kira's lesson time, Susie.

How about we all play when it's over?

[playing continues]

Oh, a--a snack?

Hm. Well, that's--

that's just, uh--

Like something Chuckie or Kimi would eat?

Which is why it's so thoughtful.

But let's, um-- let's partake after the lesson.

What?

Who doesn't like flowers and snacks?

Those two, I guess.

But how do we find someone that knows what they do like?

Non, non, bibliothèque.

Seven...

hey, hurry up.

It's dark in here.

OK, but you're taking Finster.

Well, my daddy loves his broom.

He plays with it after every time I eat.

And his big bunch of keys.

He takes them everywhere,

just like me with Reptar.

Oh, and he always looks happy

when he stacks up cans of tuna fish.

French food, bubble baths,

carpooling, of course,

sunglasses, raindrops, puppies, coffee.

- [fussing] - Merci beaucoup.

[giggles]

Bubbles, sunglasses, coffee.

Susie, let's go before I forget all this junk.

Hey, babies,

let's play a new game.

It's called, "Do what I say."

[piano playing]

[giggling]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[all chuckling]

Chas, did you leave your bubble machine on?

Bubbles are an eye hazard.

I would never--whoa.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[gasps]

No!

Now Chuckie's daddy and Kimi's mommy aren't going

to have any more playdates,

and I'll be stuck watching Dil forever!

Bubbles should have worked.

Angelica, you're back!

I think Dil missed you.

Right, Dil?

[crying]

both: I know this is...

- My last lesson, so--ah! - Your last lesson, so--

both: You first.

Jinx. [laughs]

I mean, I'll go.

Kira-- oh, gosh, how do I say this?

I really...

both: Like you.

I only kept coming to these lessons to see you.

I never even practice.

I could tell you never practiced!

And I didn't care as long as you kept coming!

Well, I cared a little.

I me--wh--no.

[mug clatters]

You have Neurosis!

I love that game.

Well, not to brag,

but I'm kind of the reigning champ!

No one can beat me when it comes to Neurosis.

[crying]

Toodle sweet, Dil.

Mairzy boo-boo.

How come Dil doesn't like it when we speak French?

[dog howling]

[cooing]

Spikey sounds just like Kimi,

only in doggy speak.

Let me try.

Monkeys are fun!

[cooing]

So next week, our regular lesson time,

you and Kimi come over,

and you and I play a round of Neurosis?

It's a date! I mean--

[chuckles] Not a date.

Uh... - You know what, Kira?

Maybe it is.

Did you hear that?

They're going to have more playdates,

and Kimi will be here all the time

to watch that drooly Dil, which means--

Angelica, guess what?

My mama said we're coming back!

We'll get to see each other and play together

and have fun with the younger ones

and watch baby Dil!

Isn't it wonderful?

Kimi'll be here all... the time!

But-- but that's what you wanted.

A bientôt, Angelica.

That means "See you soon."

[dramatically] What have I done?

[xylophone music]

[cheerful electronic music]

Finally! We get to be flamingos

in front of a whole audience!

No one flamingos like you, Susie.

Thanks. It's all in the feathers.

I can't tell you how much Susie loves dancing, Mr. Garth.

She practically lives in that costume.

My heart swells to hear you say that, Dr. Carmichael.

There's nothing quite so gratifying

as helping young people discover

a love of movement and tropical birds.

Bye, Susie! Have fun!

I'll wave from the audience.

Gather round, Little Scuffers flock.

Time for our final practice.

Oh, and, Nina, will you be setting your wrench down

while you are dancing? - [growls]

Silly question! Of course you'll keep it.

All right, let's begin.

And a-five, six, seven, eight.

Pull up your socks!

Ring the bell!

Spin all around!

Dribble the ball!

The floor is made of lava.

Hop, hop, hop!

[sighs]

We're doing "best seats in the house"?

Ready to help!

OK, we've identified

five key criteria--

stage view, aisle access, leg room,

least squeaks-- [radio beeps]

[over radio] I need a second opinion

on this tush-to-cushion ratio, over.

Which way did they go?

This way?

That way?

[gasps] Are those loose feathers?

Last-minute costume adjustment, troop.

You'll use these toddler-friendly

substitutes instead.

- [gasps] - Now keep practicing

while I make a stern call to our boa vendor.

Remember, when you hear chimes play

and see lights flash,

we'll line up next to the curtain

and start our show.

[line trilling]

Bruce, Mr. Garth here.

Your polyester feather boas are below industry standard.

Wow! It's just like my Wanda Wrench,

only twirly and wavy and flowy!

I'm glad you and Wanda are happy.

But why do we even have these?

Has anyone ever seen a flamingo with a ribbon wand?

I guess Mr. Garth has.

OK, we'll make it work.

Which way did they go?

This way?

That way?

Why'd you stop?

I--I miss my feathers.

I just don't feel like a flamingo without them.

Susie, of course you're a flamingo.

We all are.

We got beaks.

We got webby feet.

Yeah, but-- but we don't have feathers.

You know what? I'm starting to think

maybe we're nothing but a bunch of kids in pink costumes.

So what are you saying exactly?

Look, I tried.

But I just can't.

You guys go ahead.

I'll be the audience.

Uh, yeah, that's right.

Uh, Mr. Garth said to practice.

We can't do this without you, Susie.

You got this, Chuckie.

And I'll be right over here if you need me.

All right, Little Shufflers flock,

the show must go on!

Everybody ready?

A-five, sticks, seven, grapes!

[whispering along] Pull up your socks.

Ring the bell.

Spin the ball, and...

dribble on the floor.

Oof! - [toots]

[whispering] No, no, no.

Dribble the ball.

The floor is made of lava.

Hop, hop, hop.

OK, everyone up.

Which way did they go?

This way?

That way?

Nope. Not going to get involved.

I'll be right back.

Keep practicing.

Hey, Chuckie.

How's it going?

Great, um, but I was wondering, um,

do you have any advice for when we do the real show?

Well, uh...

uh, just keep waving those wands around like you're doing.

Well, we do seem to have the twirly part down.

But since you're asking, if I was leading the group,

I might think a bit more about being a flamingo!

[chuckles] Kind of hard not to

with this 'round my tummy.

No, I mean everyone has to dance the same.

It's a flock thing.

Hmm, yes.

I see it.

Uh, thanks, Susie.

Don't you love our new wands?

I wish I had these wands a long,

long time ago, like yesterday-- - Did you notice

that my hops have the perfect amount of bounce?

I did, Pierce.

And I feel your 'citement, Nina.

But the thing is,

we all have to dance the same as each other.

So let's try it again.

A-five, sticks, seven, grapes.

Did you know that flamingos

and ballerinas have lots in common?

They both have bendy legs and grateful necks

and sparkly eyes, and they twirl and twirl!

And I know the moves by heart.

Pull up your socks.

Ring the bell.

Maybe it will come together on stage.

Studious Maximus for Chas Burger.

Your perfect seat has been secured, over.

10-4, Studious, but, um,

I'm on another seat at the moment,

if you know what I mean.

You're where now?

[toilet flushing] - I'm in the bathroom!

[all gasp] Over.

Whoa! Overshare, over.

Excuse me, sir.

We have an official policy about saved seats.

Ah, yes, of course.

I "officially" call savesies.

And that policy is...

no savesies.

Well, rules are rules.

Ah! [all gasp]

Operation blown, Chas Burger.

Better get your buns in here fast.

Don't you dare put me on hold!

"Define flamingo"?

That's outrageous.

I'll see you in court!

Good day, sir!

So how are you two?

Feeling relaxed?

Got your heads on straight?

Uh, i-is this better?

I meant with the dance.

- We got this. - Oh, we're good.

OK, there's a whole lot of peoples out there

smiling and talking and sitting in chairs,

and pretty soon there's going to be chimes

and flashing lights, and the curtains will open,

and they're going to expect to see us dance,

so we got to dance!

I may not be a flamingo,

but I'll always be a friend.

Maybe I could take over from here.

Thank sevens!

It's yours.

Pierce, what was this?

I'm ringing the bell.

At my house, we have a door camera,

so you just have to look into it like this.

Forget about the doorbell.

It's not about that!

It's about moving like a flamingo.

Oh, so I should use my wing to ring the bell?

[sighs]

And Nina, flamingos do not keep spinning.

They would get dizzy.

They move their necks like this

and wade through the water like this.

Oh!

So I'm supposed to spin with my neck!

Whoa! Whoa!

I can't dance when I can't see my feet.

To be perfectly honest,

I'm not even comfortable with this beak.

But how else would you smooth your feathers?

I thought Mr. Garth took our feathers.

Yes, he did,

but you should still have them

in your mind!

Eh, all of you, you need to feel

like a flamingo on the inside!

Hmm.

Inside this costume, my knees are itchy.

I feel sweaty. Do birds sweat?

I'm out of words.

[chime ringing]

It's starting!

[indistinct chatter]

[playing chime]

Barry, they're sitting down.

You can stop now.

Just in time!

We did it, y'all!

Tush cushion, leg room, aisle access--

So, uh, what side of the stage will

the children be entering from?

Mm, stage right.

- Like lightning, people! - Ooh!

How did we not see that? - Move, move, move!

And center seat for the win.

[sighs]

To the stage, dancers.

Tempus fugit, festina lente!

Which means, loosely, "time to shine."

I'll be right down in front.

[dramatic music]

Go out there and be flamingos!

You made us better!

Thanks, Susie!

Sorry you can't dance.

But we understand.

Like you said, you may not be a flamingo,

but you're always a friend.

- Didi! - Oh!

Oh, oh, there they are. - Row F, seat 12!

- Over there. - Betty! Row C,

seats 8 and 9. - Hi.

Best seats for you. Go!

Aren't the best seats

the ones where we're all together?

all: No!

Ooh, nice tush-to-cushion ratio.

Families, friends, patrons of the arts,

and fellow Caribbean ornithophiles,

the Dance of the Flamingo!

[applause]

[percussive music playing]

- Whoa! - Hey, Chuckie!

Right here!

Eh.

[grunting]

[whispers] Where's Susie?

Let's give her a sec.

Flamingos! Flamingos! Flamingos!

Ribbons on the outside, feathers on the inside.

I am a flamingo!

And that's my flock out there!

Oh, oh! There she is!

[cheers]

- All right! - Uh!

She knows how to make an entrance!

Wow! - Ooh, yeah!

My little hatchlings!

[cheers]

Whoo! Go, Susie!

They're really good.

[playing chime]

Thanks, guys.

That's my girl!

Oh, my goodness.

Can you sit down in front?

[cheers and applause]

Go, flamingos!

Author! Author!

Bravo!

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