Well, say hello to the new-and-improved,
storage-free room above the garage!
What do you think?
I think a spider just crawled up my leg.
I've gotta say honey, I'm impressed.
Considering your back hurt too
much last night to get up and get the remote.
But look at this!
Dibs!
Aaron, sweetie, get out of the garbage.
You just took a bath.
I got too clean.
And nobody's getting dibs but Dad.
Or... it could be Gabby's new bedroom.
You already have a bedroom, fool.
Not with a door to the outside, fool.
Never going to happen, fool.
Well, I think this space would work nicely
as a mother-in-law suite
with a hot tub and a wine fridge.
We'll talk.
We'll talk on the phone.
Because you'll be at your house
and I'll to be here in...
(imitating fanfare)
Charlie's man cave!
You mean Charlie and James' man cave.
I'll need this wall to display all my trophies.
What's wrong with that little
shoebox you've been using?
That box isn't going to hold
the humongous trophy I'm going to get
when my basketball coach gives me MVP.
I'll need shelving.
No, it's my man cave.
And what's going on that wall
will be my collection of state quarters.
Then a recliner with lumbar support,
my humidifier and a huge bowl
of sugar-free hard candy.
So it's an old man cave?
♪♪
♪ Hey ♪♪
♪ Hah, hah, hah, hah, ♪
♪ Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah ♪♪
I got it.
I know how to convince Dad to let me have the garage.
I'm going to-- Don't even bother.
It's mine.
And I'm playing my ace.
"Stephanie, baby,
"Mama's growing so old so fast.
Suppose I fall down and break a hip?"
She'll never buy it.
You're in great shape.
Aww...
And that is why you are my favorite grandchild.
Thank you, Grandma Maggie.
You bought that, she'll buy this.
Have you guys heard of this crazy
new thing called "oral reports"?
Yeah, everybody's had to do them.
Not me, and now
I've got to do one on Rosa Parks.
And, like Rosa, I won't stand for it.
Who's with me?
Get your fist out of the air,
Malcolm Extra Small.
What's wrong?
I can't say my report in front
of all those people.
I'm afraid.
That's new.
I'm eight years old.
A lot of things are going to be new about me.
Calm down, Aaron.
I'm gonna help you.
'Cause I'm gonna teach you that
it is the bird who can speak in
public that gets the worm.
I'm in.
'Cause I do like worms.
♪♪
And that's why, Señor Ramirez,
you should choose our company,
Ready The Confetti, to plan your daughter
Natalia's quinceañera.
We promise to make it a celebration she'll never...
Spanish word for "forget."
What do you think?
I think it's "muy bueno."
And by the way, the word for "forget" is "olvidarás."
Write it on your "mano," hmm?
That way you'll never "olvidarás."
I get it, Señor Showoff.
You're good at Spanish.
You know what I'm good at?
Party planning.
We've already got a bunch of parties booked,
but this Ramirez job is going to elevate
Ready The Confetti to the next level.
I love the way you're taking to this new career.
Because, you know, "food blogging"?
What are the air-quotes for?
Stretching the knuckles.
Surgeons gotta have nimble fingers.
That's okay, Charlie.
We all know trying to make
food blogging as a career is cray-cray.
I wasn't even doing it when we met,
but I had to say something on
our first date and I was stuck.
I almost said CIA.
Okay, but this party planning thing is real, right?
'Cause you're putting in a lot of effort.
Oh, Charlie, this is what I was born to do.
Party girl turned party planner.
Now my life makes sense.
I'm proud of you.
And you're going to nail this quinceañera.
(doorbell ringing)
Oh.
Now, if you'll get that,
I'll whip us up some huevos rancheros,
which is Spanish for--
I know what it is.
Trish, what are you doing here?
There was a small problem at the office.
Is the flasher back?
No, we got evicted.
The last four months we've been kind of squatting.
Why aren't you paying the rent?
We were doing so well.
That's why you were able to hire me.
No, I hired you out of desperation.
I thought that some fresh energy would save us.
So much for that.
Okay, I don't understand.
There's a fully booked calendar behind your desk.
Less a calendar, more a dream board.
We have an opening next week,
the Sweets and Swine Café.
Does that even sound real?
Okay, all right.
We need a strategy.
A game plan.
A prayer circle.
Gimme your hands, girl.
Don't panic.
We still have Señor Ramirez.
Do we, dream board?
He's real.
I swear.
I met him in group therapy.
Oye, Trish!
I have chilaquiles y chorizo on the stove.
Who is up for a breakfast fiesta?
We just got evicted from our office, Charlie!
Okay, then.
Fiesta por uno.
♪♪
Oh, look at this.
I'm going to get a suit of armor for my man cave.
Charlie, Ready The Confetti is in trouble.
Maybe we shouldn't be making
big, stupid purchases, now that
we've only got one steady income.
You do realize your income was more of an "outgo."
You should be wearing that armor
if you're gonna say stuff like that.
Does that mean I can get it?
Oh, come on, don't worry, honey,
the money's going to start rolling in.
You and Trish are going to book
this quinceañera and you'll get over this little hump.
Like you said, you were born to do this.
Thank you.
People, you're building a man cave.
Use it.
You're a tad surly.
Can somebody take me to Game Town?
I want to drown my sorrows in skeeball.
Why, what's wrong?
That's the trophy they gave you for MVP?
The coach decided to not do MVP.
We're all just... "P."
Everyone got the same little trophy, even Lester.
Lester?
The kid who shoves the ball down his shorts
and scoots across the floor?
Apparently, we're all "valuable."
This is not fair.
Hard work should be rewarded.
We have both been busting our butts.
And what do we get?
I lose my office and you get this cheap--
Hey, whoa, ahem.
You know what?
Why don't you take this perfectly valid trophy
and show it to your little brother?
Okay.
But the bottom half just fell off
while I was standing here.
♪♪
I saw the wonderful news, Yamara,
and I thought maybe
my company, Ready The Confetti,
could help plan your wedding.
Of course you remember me.
I sat in front of you in the third grade
I washed my hair with
"Gee, Your Hair Smells Terrific"
and you always said it smelled terrific.
Hello?
Trying to drum up some business for your new business?
Yep, just making things happen.
Oh, could you get me the names
of the richest women at your fancy nail salon?
And their kids.
And dogs.
Bougie people will throw a dog birthday in a minute.
Now, you know I don't like
getting involved in family affairs.
Okay, I just don't want to help you.
So where is my pocket grandchild?
Hey little man.
You ready to get your public speaking on?
Yeah, I think so.
Can't nobody hear that!
Why are you yelling at me?
I'm not yelling.
I'm projecting!
Why are you projecting at me so loud?
Because you've got to learn
to speak to the back row.
No one speaks to the kids in the back row.
Or looks them in the eye.
Look.
Punch this.
If you're gonna learn how to speak in public,
you need to redirect your anxiety.
So, punch...
and tell me about Rosa Parks.
Okay.
She wouldn't go to the back of the bus.
Louder!
Why wouldn't she go to the back of the bus?
I don't know, she sounds unreasonable!
What's up with little dude?
He's working through some things.
I'm working through some things!
Hi, yes, I'm calling for Sheila Myers.
She was my counselor at Camp Occonaluftee.
Oh no.
That's too bad.
Is someone already catering her wake?
Hello?
You know what'll cheer you up?
Put down that phone and take a brother to Game Town.
How 'bout we do this instead?
A bike-a-thon?
First rider in each age group gets a trophy.
I want you to feel like the winner you are.
It would be cool to have a trophy like that.
You know what else would be cool?
I'm not taking you to Game Town.
Okay, then let's do this thing.
♪♪
Oh, good.
I was afraid Señor Ramirez would get here before me.
That won't be a problem.
He's not coming.
What?
Why?
Apparently he hired someone else
from our therapy group.
We're going to have a lot to talk about this week.
I'm only here to hand over the party files.
And this dead ficus.
I'm done.
Trish, you cannot give up.
Stay in the fight.
We'll make things happen.
I'm sorry, I've moved on.
Let me get you a coffee.
You like lattes, right?
Yeah, but you don't have to get it.
If she wants to get paid, she does.
Tips are appreciated.
♪♪
Okay, we've got a bike-a-thon to get to.
Let's take it to the streets.
Wow.
What do you think?
I think you're gonna get some calls.
It's only trashy if it doesn't work.
Just trying to make things happen.
Honey, as colorful as you are,
do you think you'll get noticed in the crowd?
Oh, I won't be in the crowd.
I'll be in the race.
You're racing, too?
I sure am.
Turns out the winners get
interviewed on the local news.
I'm going to talk up
Ready The Confetti until they yank the mic away.
Are you sure you want to be on TV looking like that?
Or in public?
Yes, and you, too.
This isn't even about my trophy anymore, is it?
Your what now?
That's what I thought.
Just take the shirt.
I guess there's no arguing with crazy.
Yeah, I'm crazy!
Crazy totes cool!
Hey!
♪♪
Shoot!
What's wrong?
My stupid chain broke!
I don't think it's rideable.
Let me take a look.
Yep, that's broken.
There goes your free advertising for Ready The Confetti.
You know, James?
You've got your whole life to win trophies.
What the...? Sorry.
Just making things happen!
I can't stop watching this video
of Stephanie stealing James's bike.
Let me see it again, it's my new favorite thing.
Gabby, stop watching that.
I will.
I've just got to tweet it out real quick.
Hashtag, James got punked.
Stop looking at me like that.
I circled back to get him.
After I was disqualified.
I can't believe you punked James.
I didn't punk James.
You totally punked James.
I didn't punk James!
Why'd you punk me, Steph'?
There are 6,000 people asking the same question.
Wait, 7,000.
You've gone viral, man.
You're living the dream.
James, I am so sorry.
You're not gonna fix this with a hug!
I'm gonna fix it.
How, are you going to break the Internet?
I'm gonna fix it.
How you doing?
I'm not stopping until I hit the bottom.
Literally, not figuratively,
because that's already happened.
James, it was awful what I did.
I really wanted you to feel like a winner,
but I only made things worse.
Can you ever forgive me?
I don't know.
Ask me when we get to Game Town.
I guess I walked right into that one.
Actually, you stole my bike and rode into it.
♪♪
Hey, how'd the oral report go?
Do you want to tell him, or should I?
How about we do it like we did in class?
I start and you jump in my business and finish.
You went to his class?
Yes, and it's a good thing that I did,
because he was not hitting the points we discussed.
I was getting to them.
You were not projecting.
And so I scooted closer.
You shoved me.
I didn't shove you.
It was a hip check.
The teacher gave me a C.
And I'm going to argue that up to at least a B-minus.
If you can get it to a B-plus,
I'll forget this whole thing ever happened.
I'm going to go work on my science project.
Ooh, little man.
I've dated my share of scientists.
I've got a few ideas.
No!
Ooh, now that's projecting!
Yeah!
(cell phone ringing)
Ready The Confetti.
How can we get your party started?
(James) You can start by telling me why
we're not at Game Town yet.
James, I am so sorry, but I just
have to meet with this really important client
and she could only meet now.
It'll be quick, I promise.
Now stop calling me at work.
This isn't work,
this is a coffee shop.
And can I at least have a muffin to tide me over?
All right, fine.
Just one.
Now, shhh!
My client's here.
Hey!
Rhonda Butler.
It is so nice to see you again.
You know, we really should have
hung out more in high school.
Yeah, we would have, but you always blew me off.
Did I?
But it's fine, it's fine.
I'm rich now.
So here we are.
Fair enough.
So tell me what you need.
Well, my usual party planner got jammed up.
Some last minute Saudi prince thing.
Anyway, it's my fifth wedding anniversary.
The muffins here stink.
They only have bran!
Then get a Danish, boy!
So do you have a theme?
Yes: Rhonda's Rise to Riches.
Oh, and you can fit my husband in there somewhere.
I think he likes blue.
I don't know, you can google him.
Here is my deposit check.
Oh.
Wow.
Thank you.
Psst!
Hey!
Game Town!
Yeah, I think that child is
trying to get your attention.
James, I'm working.
So, do you have a date in mind?
Yes, the first of next month.
Hey, poor boy whose bike you
stole wants to go to Game Town.
Okay, if you're a little too distracted here,
how about we move this to your office?
Stephanie!
Stephanie?
There isn't any office.
And shut up and eat your muffin!
Wait.
You don't even have a muffin.
You look like you've never eaten anything.
I mean that in a good way.
Yeah, okay, I'm going to need my check back.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
Everything's fine.
I'm just having a mini-stroke.
Aww, man.
My business is so dead.
There there.
Steph'?
Yeah?
Game Town closes at 6:00.
♪♪
I know it's not the same as an MVP trophy.
It's bigger, shinier.
I can even eat cereal out of it.
Every breakfast can be a breakfast of champions.
But this one wasn't a reward for all your hard work.
Four straight hours of skeeball is work.
By the way, should I be concerned about this?
I'm glad we finally got to go to Game Town.
So are we cool now?
Us?
We're all good.
But you?
You've been a little unhinged.
Hey!
Well, you're not wrong.
I thought I had my life figured out.
I'm not a party planner.
I don't even have any clients.
I don't even have an office.
Where am I going to put my dead ficus?
This conversation is getting above my pay grade.
Do you want me to get Dad in here?
No.
It just feels like the harder I struggle,
the more I feel stuck.
Don't give up.
You'll figure out your life.
The heck with my life.
I can't get out of your Chinese finger trap.
♪♪
Well?
Wow.
This is like nothing you've been talking about.
That's because my man-cave is now a woman-cave.
I hope there's more.
Or this is a much bigger conversation.
It's for you!
It's the new offices of...
... Ready The Confetti!
This gives you a place to restart.
It was James's idea
and I didn't fight it too hard.
You said you needed a place to put your dead ficus.
Thank you, sweetie.
But what about your man-cave?
Ah, I'm stuck with a whole mess of fake wood paneling,
but it was worth it.
I was happy to give up my dibs.
But good luck telling Grandma Maggie.
She already forwarded her mail.
I can't believe you guys all
gave this up for me.
Well, like Dad said, "Sometimes, you have to...
something, something, something.
And we all learned a lesson.
I forget.
The point is, we know your hard work will pay off.
And until it does, we've got your back.
We're going to help you make things happen.
Aww, I can't believe you guys.
I'm gonna go call Trish.
I know we all believe in Stephanie,
but on the off chance she fails...
(all) Dibs!