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The tots look exquisite today.

And this apple is less brown
than usual.

Um, excuse us?

Or just keep
doing what you're doing.

Oh, sorry.
I was just stretching.

Keeping my body
loose for the weekend.

Because... I'm finally taking

Spencer Blankenship's
Modern Dance Seminar.

- Huh. Yep. Yeah, you are.
- Who's Spencer Blankenship?

He's, like, the top modern dance
instructor of this century.

And some of the last century.

One of his former students went
on to become a backup dancer

for Gloria Estefan
and the Miami Sound Machine,

which my mom said is
a really big deal.

But aren't you worried
the rhythm's gonna getcha?

I don't know.
"Seminar" kinda sounds

like school, but on the weekend.

Yeah. Yuck. Hey.

My cousin Leslie got
his minibike running again.

Why don't you blow this
dancey thing off

and let's just do that.

Zeke, no. This seminar's

gonna launch my dancing career.

This is my destiny.
Hey, I found out that people

are allowed to come and watch,
if anyone's interested.

- Oh, hell yeah.
- Zeke? You in?

Of course I'll come
and support my boy.

Great. But maybe get some rest
before you come support me.

Your energy is, like, down here,

and I need it to be,
like, up here.

Hey, Jimmy Jr.,

ask your dance teacher
if this is anything.

I mean, it's something.

Great. Thanks, Frank.
I'll take care of her for you.

Okay, then. Bye, Frank.
That was my buddy Frank.

I-I gathered.

I'm borrowing his little
fishing boat tomorrow.

The Wonder Dogs are
playing a really good team,

the Bingham Bay Barracudas.

And the Wonder Dogs' only
good pitcher is

still out with an injury,

so it'll probably be
a bloodbath.

Uh, why are you
so excited about that?

Because I'm gonna take
the boat out behind the stadium

and see if I can
fish out some home runs.

Aw, fun. Ball fishin'.

So the Barracudas are
supposed to be really good, huh?

Yeah, the Barracudas
are stacked.

A lot of their players could go
on to the majors.

The majors is
the highest league

- of baseball, Bob.
- I knew that, Teddy. Thank you.

And if I get
those balls signed,

they might be worth
a lot of money someday.

- My ears are burning.
- Hi, kids.

I want something that'll be
worth a lot of money someday.

Come with me.
I'm borrowing a boat tomorrow

and Sunday to fish
some home runs out of the bay.

I'm in. I mean,
I sorta stopped listening

after you said money,
but I'm in.

Sounds good to me.
My tan needs work.

I am a Pasty Patsy.

- I wanna go.
I wanna go on a boat.
- Great. Come.

So, everyone's going
out on a boat,

- and I stay here
by myself and work?
- I think so?

- We'd just get in the way.
- You do.

Sometimes we just block you

from wherever
you're trying to walk.

- It's called "Block Dad."
- Yeah, I don't like that.

You know, I've always
wanted to get a home run ball,

ever since I was little.
Whenever I went to a game,

it was all I could
think about.

I've gotten close, but no luck.

This could be my chance.

Aw, my pappy and his dreams.

Okay, so you go one day
and I'll go the other.

I call first.

We can arm wrestle for it.

Wait, that's not fair to me.

- Pick the pepper?
- Yep.

They used to choose popes
this way.

Uh, that one.

- Damn. Pepper.
- Yes.

I mean, you'll have fun here
tomorrow, Lin.

Okay, but I'm definitely
going Sunday.

And I want an ice cream
in a mini helmet.

- But you'll be in the water.
- I still want it.

Well, count me
out for this weekend.

Jimmy Jr. signed up
for this two-day intensive

dance seminar, so I'm gonna
go watch and support him.

He says this could make him
a famous backup dancer.

And who knows? Maybe I'll
become a famous backup...

singer, and we'll be
a famous backup couple.

♪ Backup, backup singing ♪

♪ Backup, backup dancing ♪

♪ Backup singing,
backup dancing ♪

♪ Oh, yeah. ♪

- Damn.
- Don't forget us

when you're at the top.
The top of the back.

Hey, Zeke.
Isn't this exciting?

Yeah. So exciting.

This could be the beginning
of big things for Jimmy Jr.,

and whoever gets to go
on tour with him.

Uh-huh. Yeah.

Where my modern dance fans at?

Oh, uh, right here?

We're here to watch a friend.

Or something more,
for some of us.

- Flips Whitefudge.
- What's a Flips Whitefudge?

- I'm a Flips Whitefudge.
- Are you a dancer, too?

Oh, I don't know.

- Dang.
- Are you taking the seminar?

Nah. Nah, nah,
nah, nah, nah, nah.

I wish. This is for under 18.

I would've loved to be
taught by Spencer Blankenship,

but I'm 18... and a half.

- Really?
- In dance years.

- I'm under 30, bro.
- Hello, students.
I'm Spencer Blankenship,

but you already knew that.

- Yeah, we did.
- Some other things

you probably know:
my star pupil,

Declan Duggan,
was a backup dancer

for Gloria Estefan
and the Miami Sound Machine.

GE and the MSM?

What you may not know,
is not all of you will make it.

In fact, most of you will fail.

A little rough.

Uh, I think he's
being inspiring,

With scary words?

So, we will work, we will sweat,

we will mop up the sweat
after each day

because we have
been asked to do that.

And at the end of the weekend,
I will give every one of you

a full critique and tell you
if you have a shot in

this business, or if
you have no chance in hell.

Now let's start off
with something fun and easy.

Scoop arm into hip sway.
Two, three, four...

Scoop and sway.

That's a half scoop.
I'm not on a diet.

Give me a full scoop. Oh...

- that scoop is floppy.
- Uh, it is?

Yeah, you're doing this,
which is...

: floppy.

Uh, I'm-- I was just
trying to put a little

of my own flair on it.

Students, you know the phrase

"dance to the beat
of your own drum"?

Well, it's dumb,
and it's dangerous.

People who dance to the beat
of their own drum don't

get to be Gloria Estefan
and the Miami Sound Machine's

backup dancers.

They end up dead.
To me, to the industry,

and to everyone who
ever believed in them.

And some of them end up dead!

We're gonna have so
much fun this weekend.

I didn't say stop, keep dancing.

Still floppy. Still floppy.

- Oh, boy.
- Um, well,

Jimmy Jr. must be
glad he's getting

so much feedback so early.

- Is that sweat
or tears or, um...?
- I think it's both.

-♪ ♪
- Okay, not bad.

Not good, but not bad.

Better than Floppy Scoops
over here.

Jimmy Jr.'s got a nickname.

Floppy Scoops.
That's fun, right?

Yeah, probably not
damaging to his delicate

little psyche at all.
I'm gonna look somewhere else.

Oh, a candy wrapper.

I'll check that out
for a little bit.

Okay, guys,
have fun fishin' balls

out of the sea,
my little Moby Dicks.

- We will.
- Captain Ahabs.

- Captain Wha-habs?
- The balls would be

Moby Dicks, Li... Never mind.

Don't be vulgar, Bob.

Wish me luck
on my tanning journey.

And wish me luck
on my journey to get rich

selling memorabilia to
sports dorks.

Good luck. And hey, wish me luck
not burning down the restaurant.

Ha. Just kidding,
I'll put it out.

Looks like a few other
people had the same idea.

But we're
the only ones with a motor.

I mean, technically,
you're right.

Hey, buddy!
This is a no-wake zone!

- Yeah!
- This should be a good spot.

- Are we gonna drop anchor?
- Dad,

you just gotta hold it, I think.

That's not what-- Forget it.

No anchoring for us, Bob.

We gotta be ready to move
wherever the balls land.

Yeah. We gotta
be ready to pounce.

Excuse me, I gotta get
this hot son some hot sun.

It is really sunny.
I should have brought a hat.

- Did anyone bring sunscreen?
- Nope.
- No.

Mom slathered us up at home.
Against my wishes.

I brought this to help us
know when a ball is coming.

Or we could listen
to soft jazz.

ANNOUNCER 1:
And it's a beautiful day

here at Wonder Wharf
Baseball Park.

ANNOUNCER 2: It sure is,
and we've got a packed house

here to watch
the Bingham Bay Barracudas

barbecue the Wonder Dogs, but

Ira Sabatino,
the Wonder Dog ace pitcher,

is coming off
the injured list today.

- So maybe they'll lose by less.
- Exactly, Phil.

Ira Sabatino is back?

Eh, might not be as many homers
as we were hoping.

Well, maybe the Wonder Dogs
guy will throw bad,

so there are home runs?

Dad, you can be an announcer.

- Listen to you.
- Mm.

So anyway, I'm alone here today.

But that's okay.
I like it when it's slow

and I'm the only one here.

I make up little games
and stuff to pass the time.

I can pretend
I'm a famous person

who got a normal person job

to bring me back
down to earth if I want.

Ha-ha. Anyway, Ginger,
call me when you get this.

Bye, hon.

Oh, hi. I'm just
a normal, common person.

Or am I?

-♪ ♪
- Okay, I am not going to

learn your names,
but don't feel bad.

You're all my precious
students that I call "you."

So if I'm looking at you
and I say "you," that's you.

Yes, you.
Now I'm looking at you.

Do it better.
You, tighten it up.

Are you a dancer or a pile
of noodles?

Um, a dancer?

And have you told your arms
and legs they're not noodles?

- What? Um, you're...
- Tell them.

You're not noodles.

Okay, now I'm gonna tell them.
You're not noodles!

Ooh, I would not wanna be
that guy.

Floppy Scoops, noodle arms...

belongs outside
of a car dealership.

Huh? Huh?

Sorry, I can't high-five that.
That's my boy.

Oh, dang. Sorry.
He's really good.

Also, uh, people like noodles.

And Jimmy Jr. is

just getting constructive criticism

that's gonna take him to
the next level.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Yo, I'm gonna
hit the vending machines.

Anybody want a snickety snack?

No, Flips Whitefudge!
Sorry. Sorry.

♪ Scoop it, scoop it,
keep on scoopin' it ♪

♪ Scoop it, scoop it, keep on
scoopin' it ♪

♪ Scoop it, scoop it,
keep on scoopin' it ♪

♪ Scoop it, scoop it, keep on
scoopin' it ♪

♪ Scoop it, scoop it,
keep on scoopin' it ♪

♪ Scoop it, scoop it, keep on
scoopin' it ♪

♪ Scoop it, scoop it,
keep on scoopin' it ♪

♪ Ooh... Hyah! ♪

♪ Scoop it, scoop it,
keep on scoopin' it ♪

♪ Scoop, scoop, scoop. ♪

I'm a genius.

Outside of the Wonder Dogs

bunting in
the only run of the game,

this has
been a real pitchers' duel.

Ugh, why
did the Wonder Dogs' best

pitcher have to come back today?

It's fun to be so mad when
our team does well.

ANNOUNCER 1: Oh. Schulthise
got a piece of that one.

It's gonna touch the sky.

- Get ready, Teddy!
- This is it!
- Ah!

ANNOUNCER 2:
And the second baseman

gets under it to end the game.

That one was high,
but did not go far.

- Like me in high school.
- ANNOUNCER 1: Burt, don't.

- What? No!
- The game's over?

There's only nine innings?

Stupid baseball!

But I mean,
it's nice out here, right?

- Is it?
- I'm beau-ti-ful.

Doesn't that make us all happy?

Okay, everybody, bring it in.

We're done for today.

You should all be proud
of yourselves,

if your name is you.

No, not you. You.

To the rest of you, you need
to show me that you want this.

'Cause right now,
I'm not seeing it.

Right now,
I see you all just having

boring, non-dancing jobs.

Like you.
Name a boring, non-dancing job.

Uh... a-astronaut?

Yes. So,
unless you can tighten it up,

you should
maybe just be an astronaut.

Yeah, I hate astronauts.

Now, remember,
I will be critiquing you all

at the end of tomorrow.

You want a good critique.

So go home, rest,
turn off your devices,

you're allowed
to cry for ten minutes,

drink the exact amount

of water that you cried,
and then focus on dance.

Oh, God,
I can't take this anymore.

Oh, I don't think we
have to turn off our devices.

Take a look.
This is my cousin Leslie

when he was our age.

Okay, that's nice.

He loved to modern dance
more than anything.

So he took this seminar
a few years ago,

- and Spencer Blankenship
broke him.
- What?

Spencer broke my cousin Leslie.
It's what he does.

Why didn't you
say anything before?

I wanted to tell Jimmy Jr.
about this,

but I didn't wanna be negative.

We can't let him come tomorrow.

We can't let him get
critiqued by that man.

It'll crush his
precious spirit, damn it.

Yeah, I hear you, but
what if he goes home tonight

and cries just the right
amount, and tomorrow is the big

turnaround,
where Jimmy Jr. proves he has

what it takes, and his
backup dreams come true?

And I get to fly
on a backup private jet.

- Tina, come on.
- Okay, yeah, you're right.

We should talk to him.

J-Ju, can we, uh,
chitchat for a sec?

Guys, can it wait?

I just wanna go home,
turn off my devices,

get my cry water ready
and prepare for tomorrow.

It's real important, J-Ju.

I don't feel like talking, Zeke.

It's been a long day and I
just wanna focus, focus, focus.

Okay, but, Jimmy Jr...

- No buts, Tina.
- Yes buts.

- I'm going home, guys.
- We can walk with you.

- My mom's picking me up!
- We'll call you later then.

- I'm turning off all my devices.
- Dang it, J-Ju! Dang it!

Maybe brunch tomorrow then?

Yo, yo, yo. I'll go to
b-runch with you guys.

All right.
Goin' out on the water.

Sunday fun day for Linda.

Aw, poor Bob.
No home run balls and a sunburn.

- Sounds like a country album.
- Not poor Bob.

I actually loved
not catching any balls

and having a bright red face.

- I-It's great.
- Well, maybe Louise, Gene and I

will have better luck.

I mean, it can't be any worse.

I'm gonna work on my back today.

By tonight,
I'll look like a perfect

baked potato ready
to be covered in bacon!

"Irregular penis face"? Mother.

- Bravo. I love you more now.
- Thank you.

- Wait, has it always said that?
- No. No, it hasn't.

Tina, are you sure you
don't wanna come with us?

It's gotta be more fun than
your father makes it sound.

No, I have to go to day two
of Jimmy Jr.'s modern dance

seminar so
Zeke and I can talk him

out of going
to his modern dance seminar.

What? Why do you
wanna talk him out of it?

The instructor is
a little... awful.

Zeke thinks the guy's gonna

make Jimmy Jr. want
to stop dancing forever.

- Oh, no.
- Yeah.

Maybe this guy is right, though,

and Jimmy Jr.
doesn't have what it takes.

I mean,
this teacher seems legit.

And Gloria Estefan
can't be wrong, can she?

- No, she cannot.
- But maybe we shouldn't
let this guy

crush Jimmy Jr.'s dream
in front of a bunch

of strangers in tight pants?

Morning, everybody.
You guys ready for

a lovely day on the water
where we don't get mad at anyone

if the home run situation
is disappointing?

If today's
Wonderdog pitcher is as good

as yesterday's, I'm gonna
find out where he lives

and hire someone to give
him an irregular penis face.

Fair enough.

Ugh, where is Zeke?

We were
supposed to get here early

so we could both
talk to-- Jimmy Jr.,

you're here. Now.
Before Zeke.

Yeah, sorry I didn't
answer any of your calls, Tina,

or read any of your many,
many texts last night.

I was getting in the zone,
and I'm currently

in the zone,
as you can probably tell.

Oh, totally. Yeah, wow...

So what did you
want to talk to me about?

Uh...

Oh, look, there's Zeke.
Zeke will tell you the thing.

J-Ju... you remember
my cousin Leslie?

Yeah. Hey, Leslie.
Cool minibike.

I thought it would be...

- mini-er.
- Thanks.

Zeke told me what was going on

with you and the seminar,

and I was all like,
"Dude, what?"

I should be focusing.

Can I maybe talk to you
guys after the seminar?

No, you need to hear this.

I don't like to brag,
but I was a good dancer.

- Damn good. Sorry I cussed.
- It's true.

He had a natural joy that
flowed through every movement.

I took this seminar. I wanted
to get to the next level,

but Spencer Blankenship,
he beat that joy out of me.

And that critique thing
he does at the end?

That was the nail in
my modern dancing coffin.

I hung up my dance pants
after that day.

Except for laundry day, I wear
them then. But I don't dance.

So what do you say, J-Ju?
Let's get outta here.

- Huh? Come on. Let's get.
- No, Zeke. I see what this is.

Two friends who care about you?
And their cousin Leslie?

You guys don't think I
can cut the mustard as a dancer.

- No, that's not, um...
- You cut all the mustard.

Except, you know,
when it's defined

by conventional standards.

Spencer may have been
tough on me yesterday,

but that just means
I have to work extra hard

to prove myself to him.

And then he'll give me
a good critique, and then

I'm back on
my backup dancer path.

So you guys can either
support me or dis-port me.

- So, goodbye.
- Crap!

What do we do? What do we do?

How about this:
Leslie, we ride in there,

grab Jimmy Jr., throw him
across the back of this thing,

take him to someplace safe
and warm and give him some soup.

- He loves soup.
- That could work. Leslie?

I can't do that thing
where you ride up stairs.

Also, I have to go. I'm using
this to help someone move.

It's okay,
they have a tiny house.

No action in the first inning.

Hope it's not
gonna be another slow day.

My back is getting some action.
"Backtion."

ANNOUNCER 1:
And a fastball thrown right over
the plate is hit deep.

- It's gone.
- Oh. Oh!

Yes! Ball, ball,
ball, ball, ball!

Teddy, go! Beat them! Use motor!

- Go fast!
- Go, Teddy, go, Teddy, go!

- Right, right, right.
- Aah! What's happening?!

Ha-ha-ha! Yes! Yes! Yes!

- I got it!
- Yay, Louise!

Eat it! All of you, eat it!

Sorry, just got excited there. Sorry.

The Barracudas are
finally gettin' something going.

Like me after my doctor
started me

- on fiber supplements.
- ANNOUNCER 1: Too much.

Damn it.

- Well, good afternoon
to you, too.
- Oh, hey, Mort.

Busy day, huh?
Can I get on the wait-list?

Heh. Very funny.

Thank you. One burger
of the day, please.

Comin' right up.

ANNOUNCER 2: Another
towering shot into the ocean.

Oh, come on!

You know, there are
other stations.

Or, wanna listen to
my pre-funeral playlist?

Does that thing have an aux in?

No, thank you, Mort.
I'm fine. I'm calm.

There's probably not
gonna be any more.

- ANNOUNCER 1: Another bomb.
- Aah!

- ANNOUNCER 2: The Barracudas
are breaking loose.
- No!

Oh, boy.

Jimmy Jr.'s looking a little
more dead inside than usual.

You can literally see
the joy draining out of him.

- How do we get him out of here?
- Should I pull the fire alarm?

Should we just tackle Spencer
and go from there?

Or tie his shoelaces together?
Damn, he's wearin' slip-ons.

Damn it, Spencer.

Four home run balls!
Four home run balls!

So many home runs.
That guy has one.

That guy's got one.

That guy's just fishing,
like an idiot.

Oh, wait.
He got a ball, too.

Also, pretty good steering
of the boat.

Only hit one kayak
that anyone noticed.

ANNOUNCER 1:
Another home run ball
sails into the ocean.

The Wonder Dogs' pitching
has completely fallen apart

here at the bottom of the order.

It's like Christmas over here,
but with soggy baseballs.

Hey, rowboat, you want this one?

Ow.

Oh. Sorry!

ANNOUNCER 1:
The Wonder Dogs have already

given up nine home runs,

and we're not even
out of the fifth.

I think maybe this
just isn't the sport for you.

So, in conclusion,

you're bad at this,
but the good news is

your kicks are okay.

So maybe you could do karate,
or just kick stuff?

Next up we have... you.

Oh, my God, it's happening.
It's happening.

Oh, no! No!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Wait, you're doing
the tackling thing?

I wasn't ready!
I wasn't ready!

No! Stop! Uh, hi.

Um, sorry I shouted
and ran over here.

But now since everyone is

staring at me,
uh, Mr. Blankenship,

please don't critique Jimmy Jr.

Tina, what are you doing?

Yeah, what are you talking
about, whoever you are?

Everyone here paid
to hear my critique.

It is invaluable.
So you're stealing.

- You're stealing from them.
- Jimmy Jr., please.

Don't let this guy
crush your soul.

- Yeah, what she said.
- Guys, stop.

Just because Leslie took
this seminar and didn't

make it as a backup dancer
doesn't mean I can't.

- Who's Leslie?
- Oh, I don't know...

the best student you ever broke!

Okay, this has gone on
long enough.

Yeah, guys.
Stay or leave,

but I'm getting my critique.

By the way,
I didn't mean you're next,

- I meant you're next.
- Oh.

I feel like maybe name tags
would have been helpful.

Ah. Best baseball game ever.

All of baseball should be
from a boat.

- Hey, is that... No. Bob?
- Hey, everyone!

What are you doing out here?

- Where did you get that boat?
- It's a kayak! I rented it!

I'm here to get some home runs.

What? What a--
What about the restaurant?

- I closed it! Yes!
- Really?

It's not fair, Linda.
You came on a better day.

You're looking
a little wobbly, Bob.

It's-- It's just the waves,
Teddy. I'm fine.

No, it looks like
you're wiggling your butt.

I'm not wiggling my butt.
The ocean is wiggling.

Then why are the other
kayaks perfectly still?

Yeah, Dad.
Just stop wiggling.

- I am! I'm trying to!
- Surprise, surprise!

- Another home run for
the Barracudas.
- Ha-ha! Yes!

Come to papa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa-- Aah!

Bob!

- Dad overboard.
- Cold! Cold! Cold!

Damn it, that was mine.

- How do you get back in?!
- Hang on, buddy, we'll save you!

- Oh, here comes another one.
- Be right there, Bob.

Got it! Yes!

This is not
what I was imagining.

- It's not?
- Mom, throw him a ball.

He can pretend he caught it.

No, you-you don't have
to do that.

Oh! Another one.

- Bob!
- Yes!

This one's mine!

Whoa. Fine.

Take it.

I got it!

- It's sad how much
he needs this.
- Is he gonna drown?

- Maybe.
But he'll drown so happy.
- Okay, let's go get him.

All right, you, it's your turn,
so here's what I wrote.

You already know this,
because it's your nickname.

Floppy scoops.
Noodle arms. Um...

Here's some other
stuff I wrote, uh...

"confusing hips,
unrelated feet, mad at rhythm."

He's dying.
I'm watching him die.

Jimmy Jr.
Don't listen to him!

Oh, great. Just great.
This again.

I think the interrupting
seminar is next weekend.

No! I don't need it.

And, Jimmy Jr.,
you don't need this.

Maybe he's right, maybe
you are a little unconventional.

He had me convinced that
you were never gonna make it

as a backup dancer.
But you know what?

That's because maybe you're not
meant to be a backup dancer!

Maybe you're meant
to be a front-up dancer.

Maybe Floppy Scoops are
gonna be the next big move.

When you do it,
you're doing your own thing,

and that's inspiring.

And it inspires me
to do my own thing.

I've watched you dance a lot.
More than you know.

And it's special.
Maybe this guy doesn't see it

because he's not even
looking for it.

But other people will. I do.

I mean, I didn't for a second,

but I do now again.

So just don't let one person
stop you from being floppy.

- Damn, Tina.
- That was powerful.

- No, it wasn't.
- Yes, it was.

Oops.

Dance, noodle boy, dance.

What-- What's happening?

Don't do that.
Stop it. Stop it right now.

- No.
- Yes!

Hey, no clapping.
No, no, no, no, no. No, stop.

- Everybody, stop.
- Yeah!

What are you doing? S--

No, no, no. Hey, hey, hey, hey,
now. Wait a minute.

This is my thing.

You stop that music.
Stop that music.

Hey, Tina, that was amazing.

Check out my boy,
doing what he does.

Look at those noodles go.

♪ Floppy scoops, noodle arms ♪

♪ I'm in a trance,
you front-up dancer ♪

♪ Floppy scoops, noodle arms ♪

♪ You are the answer,
you front-up dancer ♪

♪ Don't let anybody out there
tell you ♪

♪ What you're doing is sloppy ♪

♪ I like arms just like
I like my carbs ♪

Noodles.

♪ I like my scoops
extra floppy ♪

♪ Floppy scoops, noodle arms. ♪

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