[upbeat music]
[doorbell ringing]
- Gosh!
Who's at the door this early?
- Hi.
- Aah!
- Sharon Dee, BCD TV.
Can we get a comment from JT?
- Okay, you're just
saying letters.
- Rumor has it
action mega hunk JT Steele,
star of the "Mission:
Not Do-able" movies,
is hiding here
researching his next role.
- Did someone say JT Steele?
- Yes, I did.
Sharon Dee, BCD TV.
Is he here?
- Is who here?
- JT Steele.
- JT Steele's here?
- JT Steele's not here.
- JT Steele's here?
- Who's at the door?
- Sharon Dee, BCD TV.
She's asking about JT.
- Hey, who's at the door?
- I think you got
a bad tip.
The closest thing we have
to a movie star is...
him.
- Perhaps you've seen
the commercials
for Tom's Get Sporty?
- Nope.
- Oh, well, they go a little
something like this:
"Hi.
I'm Tom.
"We're having a sale this week
on tube socks.
Tell your friends."
- Okay, what was that
all about?
- That was pretty weird.
- Hey, thanks for working in
the plug for the store, "Tom."
- Oh, no problem...
Tom.
- Two Dads?
Okay, this just went from weird
to...ah...!
- Well, things are about to go
from "ah!" to "whoa!"
- That's right...
because I'm...
JT Steele.
kids: Whoa!
- Told ya.
[upbeat music]
- ♪ Na na na na na na ♪
- ♪ One, two ♪
♪ One, two, three four ♪
[upbeat music]
- Kids, I would like
to formally introduce you
to my old pal
Fan's Choice Award-winner...
JT Steele!
- This is so cool!
How do you guys
know each other?
- Ah, Real Tom used
to babysit me.
- Easiest gig ever.
One glass of warm milk,
and this little fella
was out like a light.
- It's true.
The moo-juice
sends me straight to Z-Town.
[gasping]
- Ow!
- Oh, no!
- Are you okay?
- I'm good.
- Wait a minute.
- How do we know
this is actually JT Steele?
And how do we know
that you're Dad?
- Don't!
Oh!
Dicky,
that's real face!
- That's what they all say.
- Dicky, that is your father!
- Yeah, but who are you?
[yelling]
- Nicky, that's Mom.
- Let's settle this
once and for all.
JT, prove it's really you.
Say your catch phrase.
- [sighs]
Kids, let's leave JT alone.
- Yeah, don't worry.
Don't worry.
I got this.
[clears throat]
I got this!
- [laughing]
- Both: Whoa!
It's JT Steele!
- I cannot wait
to tell everybody!
- Yeah.
- Ah...Sorry, kids.
As much as I know
you're dying to brag
to all of your friends that
a Fan's Choice Award-winning
megastar like myself
is staying at your home,
you can't tell anyone
I'm here.
all: Aw...
- Really?
- Wait, wait.
If people are hounding JT,
then he can't properly prepare
for the most challenging and
heroic role he's ever played...
a suburban dad.
- Are you sure
we can't tell anybody?
- Would you guys like
having a movie star
staying at your house?
all: Yeah!
- Then you can't tell anyone!
- All right.
Have fun with JT.
- Wait.
You're leaving?
- Yeah, well, in order for JT to
immerse himself into the role,
your mom and I agreed
to clear out.
- It's gonna be really hard
to leave you kids,
but we're making
this sacrifice for JT.
- If you need us, we'll be
at his luxury condo in Vail.
- Love you, bye!
- This is awesome!
- JT Steele
is staying at our house.
- You guys look like
you're all ready for bed,
so...
sweet dreams!
- Um...
no, we just woke up.
- Don't you sass me,
young lady.
Did that feel real?
- Ah, could use some work.
- Mm-hmm.
- But really, we have
to go to school, JT.
- No, no, no.
No more JT.
From now on...
call me "Father."
Nah, too formal.
Um...Papa.
[doorbell ringing]
- Who's that?
- America.
This is your first mission
not do-able.
Get rid of them!
- But if it's not do-able.
How are we gonna do it?
That's what make it
exciting!
At first you don't think
it's do-able,
and then you do it!
Now, do it!
While I do this!
[loud thud]
- Wow!
Papa is so cool!
[doorbell ringing]
- Where is he?
- Where is who?
- JT.
I was on my way to school
and I got a BCD blast.
I want to see JT Steele.
- Well, he's not here.
[metal cracking]
- See?
Just Squishy.
- Anyway...
we told the reporter
the truth.
He's not here.
- Yeah.
- Do you really think
our dad knows JT Steele,
and that he actually
babysat him as a kid?
- And that JT came here
to research a role
about playing
a suburban dad?
- Uh, they didn't say
any of that on the report.
- Look.
I'm your best friend, Mae.
Would I lie to you?
- I'd like to think not.
- Okay, well,
see you at school.
- We completed
our first mission!
- Hiya!
Hyah!
I just completed
my first mission too.
Lunch!
- Oh, what'd you make us?
- Don't sass me!
- Ooh!
That was better.
- And, you know,
it felt better.
Ah, what time
does your driver get here?
- Oh, we take the bus.
- Ew!
All right, then I guess I can
give you guys some bus money.
Will 100 bucks each
cover it?
- Actually,
it's the school bus,
so we don't have to pay.
- On the way there...
It's the way back
when they get you.
- Mm-hmm. I get it.
- Wow!
Fake Dad made it rain.
[upbeat music]
- Oh, man.
I'm starving.
I didn't eat
my lunch today.
- I couldn't eat
my lunch today.
JT packed me an onion...
and half a jar of mustard.
- Well, I got soup.
- Well, we have to eat
before we go home.
There's no telling
what JT is gonna feed us.
- Already
took care of it.
- Okay, I got
a large ghost pepper pizza
and a chicken parm
for a Mr. Harper.
- I'm Mr. Harper.
- Watch out for the
spicy ghost pepper.
It's a wicked scorcher.
- Keep the change.
- Thanks,
Mr. Harper.
- Dicky, where'd you get
all that money?
- Oh...um...
Definitely not
from JT Steele, ha.
He's not at our house
researching a movie role.
- Yeah, you told us.
- Well, we just want you
to be sure he's still not there.
- We get it.
- A movie star didn't
make our lunches.
- We believe you.
What would a movie star
be doing at your house?
- Not pretending to be our dad,
that's for sure.
It worked.
- Sure did.
- Totally.
- Yeah, nobody knows
he's at our house.
- This is terrible.
- Sure is.
- Totally.
- I mean, what's the point
of having JT Steele at our house
if nobody knows JT Steele
is at our house?
- Then we gotta find
a way to tell people
JT Steele
is at our house
without telling people
JT Steele is at our house.
Follow my lead.
So, can you guys believe
that story on BCD
about JT Steele
at our house?
- I mean, seriously.
JT Steele at our house!
JT Steele at...
our...house.
- Are you trying to tell us
that JT Steele is at your house?
- We did not say that.
So he's not at your house?
- We did not say that.
- Okay, I gotta ask.
Is he at your house?
Is he not at your house?
- If he...
were at our house,
he may or may not have told us
that we could not tell anybody.
Wink.
- Oh, I get it.
'Cause if he...
were at your house,
then you wouldn't
be having us all over
for a barbecue tomorrow
to meet him.
Wink.
- You're right.
We would not.
So we won't be seeing you
at 2:00 tomorrow.
Wink.
Oh, wink.
- Okay,
now I gotta ask.
Are seeing them at 2:00?
Are we not seeing them
at 2:00?
- Oh, we're seeing them
at 2:00.
At the barbecue JT
doesn't know we're having.
Yet.
[upbeat music]
both: Oh!
- Whoa!
Look at all this luxury!
Hot tub!
Push-button espresso!
[gasps]
Massage chair!
- Honey, look!
It's JT's Fan's Choice Award
for "Mission:
Not Do-able 3"!
- Ah...
- Anne,
take my picture!
- I'm...busy.
- Fine, I'm leaving you out
of my acceptance speech.
- Don't care.
- Uh, sometimes...
all you need in life is a br--
- [yells]
Tom!
[upbeat music]
- No, officer.
I don't know where they are.
I haven't seen them in hours.
Oh!
Never mind,
they just got home.
Where were you?
I have been worried sick
about you kids.
- Really?
Oh, we're so sorry.
- Yes!
You totally believed me!
I nailed it!
This isn't even
a real phone.
It's just my hand.
I drew numbers on it.
- You know, if you really want
to nail being a suburban dad--
- If you're gonna say, "sign
for a package in my underwear,"
I already did it.
And nailed it!
Pff!
Thank you.
- Actually, I was thinking
more along the lines
of a good-old
neighborhood barbecue.
- It's what all dads do.
Rocking the apron...
- Grilling up some meat
in the yard.
- It's the only real way
to complete your dad-ucation.
all: Barbecue!
Barbecue!
- I love it.
It's already got
a chant and everything.
As long as it's just us.
- Sure.
Of course, if you want to do it
the way a real dad would,
you should--
You know what?
Forget it.
It's too real.
- No, no.
I-I want real.
- Okay.
You'd let us invite
three friends over.
There, I said it.
- Well, if that's what
a real dad would do,
then consider it done!
- Oh, yeah!
- [bell ringing]
- Speaking of done.
- Yeah, a little too done.
- Maybe having a barbecue
is not a good idea.
- No, no, no.
It's okay.
- Yeah, everybody burns dinner
now and then.
- Uhm...
this wasn't your dinner.
- What?
- It was your laundry.
Uh...
It's the typical dad mess-up.
Am I right?
Tell me I'm right.
all: Uh...
- No, seriously.
I'm here to learn.
Give me the truth.
- Fine. You sent us to school
with $400 and soup in a bag.
- You thought we were missing
and you called the police
on your hand.
- And we haven't seen the dog
since he was on your head.
- I'm not following you,
so just give me the headline
of this review.
- Okay.
"JT Steele...
you don't got this."
- How can you say that?
- You said you wanted
the truth.
- No actor wants the truth.
I was acting!
- It's all right.
You'll be fine for the barbecue.
- Yeah.
- Barbecue?
I can't pull off
a barbecue.
Only dads or actors
who can play dads can barbecue.
And since I'm no good
at either,
I quit.
- Being a dad or acting?
- Both.
I'm quitting...
"dacting."
Now...
if you'll excuse me.
[sobbing]
- But the barbecue
is still on, right?
- [sobbing]
- Maybe we should call for help.
- Yeah.
- It's ringing.
- Stop.
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
- This is not good.
- No, Mom.
Everything's great here.
We didn't break anything.
- [moaning]
- Yeah, nothing broken
here either.
- [sobbing]
- Love you, Mom.
Talk to you tomorrow.
Okay, I think she bought it.
- What are we gonna do?
- Mae, Molly, and Natlee
are coming over tomorrow
for a barbecue.
- Maybe he just needs
to sleep it off.
I'm sure he'll be fine
in the morning.
- Well,
that didn't work.
- [crying]
- Did you sleep
with your shoes on?
- No.
[coughs]
I couldn't sleep at all.
I was up all night contemplating
everything I'm bad at:
Laundry-ing,
dacting
- Not actual words.
- [groans]
Word thinking.
- Look,
you're over thinking this.
You can totally host
a barbecue.
Just do what your dad did
when you were a kid.
I bet you're a chip
off the old block.
- Wait, wait.
Did you just say "chip"?
"Block"?
And "off"?
- I sure did.
- I haven't used those words
since my dad went down the block
for chips and took off.
He never came back.
I just waited there
with a bowl full of dip.
With nothing
to scoop it with...
but my finger.
That's it!
I had no chips!
- Okay.
- No chips.
No chips.
[snoring]
- Man, he really
wanted chips.
- Yeah,
he went out hard.
What was in there?
- It's warm milk.
- What are we
gonna do now?
- We can't host a barbecue
for our friends,
if he's sound asleep.
- Or can he?
Hmm...
all: Hmm...
[upbeat music]
[doorbell ringing]
- Where's JT?
- Or where is not JT?
Wink.
- Actually...
JT is not here.
all: Aw...
- Wink.
- Ladies, meet Fan's
Choice Award-winner...
JT Steele!
- Hey, ladies.
What's up?
[all screaming]
- Hold on!
Give the man some space.
- JT's a space man.
- It looks like JT,
but his lips weren't moving.
- And I'm pretty sure
he's snoring.
- Nope, he's just practicing
his breathing exercises
for an upcoming movie
where he plays a Navy SEAL.
- Arr, arr, arr, arr,
arr, arr, arr.
- Who is also
an actual seal.
- That doesn't sound
like a real movie.
- Something's
a little weird.
- Nope.
Nothing weird.
Okay, well, we'll see you
at school
where you can tell everyone that
you met JT Steele at our house.
- But...
we came for a barbecue.
- I skipped breakfast
for this.
- That's right.
Barbecue.
JT's gonna grill us up
some burgers.
This should be fun
to watch.
No, no, no, no,
no, no, no.
Let's take the long way.
That way we'll give JT
plenty of time to prepare.
Don't look back.
- How are we gonna pull off
this barbecue?
- I'm gonna need my big spatula
and a lot of duct tape.
[upbeat music]
- That was the longest
long way ever.
- I don't understand why we had
to go around the block.
- Oh, hey, JT's already
manning the grill.
- Hey, girls.
Welcome to the barbecue.
- Uh, no, no,
no, no, no.
Not so close.
Give him some space.
- Just watching the master
at work.
- Don't worry, guys.
I grill this.
- Thanks, JT.
- The meat is raw.
- Is that grill even hot?
- What are we supposed
to eat?
- There's not even
any chips.
Just dip.
- Well, at least you got
to meet JT Steele.
And he got to...
"meat" you.
All right, see you guys
at school,
where you can tell everyone
that we know him.
- There's JT.
- It's Sharon Dee.
- From BCD!
all: TV?
- Oh!
Oh!
- Let's get him
out of here.
- Quick!
Come one, guys!
- Come on, come on. Oh!
[loud thud]
all: Oh...
- [grunting]
- This is bad.
- Really bad.
- Could be worse.
- Yeah,
at least that reporter
doesn't know
he quit show business.
all: Dicky!
- Sorry.
[whispering]
That wasn't meant for you.
- He's quitting
show business?
Is it true that you quit
show business?
- [grunts]
- Sounds like a yes to me.
You heard it here first.
- Oh, no.
This is all our fault.
JT Steele's career is about
to be ruined because of us.
- What are we supposed
to do?
- We gotta make him
a hero again.
- How?
- With chips.
- Uhm, excuse me.
He's not quitting the business.
He's just researching the role
of a down-on-his-luck dad
who rescues
a pathetic barbecue.
Perhaps you'd like
to see a scene.
- Roll camera.
- Look how pathetic
this barbecue is.
All of the children
are so sad.
- Why are they sad?
They've got
a big bowl of dip.
- Shouldn't they be happy?
- They would be happy,
but they have...
no chips.
all: No chips.
No chips.
- No chips.
No way!
I got this!
Real quick,
where am I?
- Boulder.
- That's right.
Chip-a-doodle-doo!
Hyah!
- Wow! That really
snapped him out of it.
- Okay, it'll take him
about a half-hour
to find chips
and bring them back.
So all--
- Chipee-ki-yay!
Daddy's back!
- How did you get
back here so quick?
- Because I'm a dad.
And that's what dads do.
Also, there was
a minivan next door
with a bunch of free chips
in the back.
- I think he stole
Ms. Hoolihan's groceries.
- Who wants chips
with their dip?
- Ooh, I do.
all: I do, I do.
- Another stellar performance
from JT Steele.
- Ah, I couldn't
have pulled it off
without my four little
dacting coaches.
- Still not a word.
- [laughs]
Well, my job here is done.
I'm gonna go back
to Hollywood now.
[whistling]
I don't know why,
but I had this idea
about me being
in a seal movie.
[helicopter blades whirring]
See ya, kids!
- Bye!
- Yeah, this is
my helicopter!
- Woah! Cool helicopter.
- I own it!
- Is that JT?
- Yep!
He's a terrible dad!
But he sure knows
how to leave a barbecue!
[upbeat music]
♪ Na na na na na na
na na na na na ♪
♪ Na na na na na na
na na na na na na ♪
[whistling]
♪ ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah! ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah! ♪