- [muffled dance party music]
- [electrical zapping]
- So, now you know the truth.
I'm just like you.
- DAYTON: I don't believe it.
I mean, I believe it.
I just thought it was Robbie.
Is Robbie an android, too?
Are there more?
Is everyone an android, except me?
Am I an android, but just don't know it?
- Are you okay?
Did the water hit you?
It can fry your circuits, you know?
- I know. Yours, too.
- I have to go.
- Are we all androids being secretly controlled
by humans watching us from afar?
- Dayton Reyes! - Oh, right!
- Andrew LaPierre, who made you?
And how did you know about me?
- I can't tell you. - Why not?
- I can't tell you that, either.
Just trust me.
It's for the best.
- All right. - What?
- [dance party music continues]
- And whatever you do,
you can't let your mother know about me.
Please?
- WILL: [yawning]
- Will!
- What? We always snuggle at the movies.
- Dad! You're blocking the view.
- Fine.
- ♪
- Did you see that? - No, should I rewind?
- No. Outside. A boy running away.
Something's going on with Frankie, I can feel it.
I'm going in. - I'm going, too.
- I'm gonna catch up.
In case we have to make a quick exit,
I'll be the getaway driver.
The movie's almost over.
I wanna see if the arty girl from the broken home
slow dances with the all-state wrestler
who's more-than- just-a-jock.
- SIGOURNEY & JENNY: [groan]
- [chomping popcorn]
- Just making sure no water got on your clothes.
It can still soak through and get you wet.
- I think I'm fine--
thanks to Andrew LaPierre.
- What kind of a horrible person would--
What am I saying? It's gotta be Tammy.
- Perhaps you're correct, but your logic is faulty.
The water could only hit the person standing beneath it,
and Tammy had no way of knowing it'd be me.
She didn't know I'd win the contest.
- That's true, but--
- It's likely just a practical joke.
- COLE: Hey, are you okay?
- I am, but my costume is quite damaged.
- It still looks cute on you, though.
- DAYTON: Ahem! [clears throat]
- Are you sick? Are you choking?
Do you need the Heimlich maneuver?
- No, no, I'm good. [laughs]
- Where's Andrew? Did he come back here, too?
- Andrew... had to leave.
- He ran out on you?
What a guy.
- Andrew saved me.
- Frankie, come get your prize.
Everyone's waiting.
- That's right. Come on.
- Sepulveda peeps,
let me hear it for the winner of our emoji costume contest--
Frankie Gaines!
Clapping hands emoji!
- STUDENTS: [cheering, applauding]
- And here's your grand prize--
a gift certificate good for a day of fun
at Rancho de la Playa's favorite mini-golf course--
Putt Me Some Slack!
- STUDENTS: [cheering, applauding]
- Now, who's ready to dance some more?
Flamenco dancer emoji!
- Hang on a second.
If anyone has any information
about the perpetrator of this prank,
I urge you to come forward now.
- What's with you? - I know it was Tammy.
- Really? - Really.
- MS. HOUGH: No one knows a thing?
- Do you have any proof? - No.
- MS. HOUGH: Not one of you?
- I just know it. - No one knows anything?
[sighs] Fine.
I have other methods.
Get the scent, Felina Gomez.
Go ahead. Come on.
- STUDENTS: [mixed comments]
- [loud dance music playing]
♪
- Whoa-oh! No.
We're going back to the car.
- No, I have to stay and find
my more-than-just- a-jock soulmate.
- STUDENTS: [cheering, applauding]
- Okay, Sepulveda, that's gonna do for the Emoji Dance.
Hope you had a great time!
We'll see you guys next time! Later!
- STUDENTS: [cheering, applauding]
- So, did you have a good time, Frankie Gaines?
- I did, Cole Reyes. How about you?
- I had a really good time.
Hey, I was thinking...
maybe we could hang out together some time...
like Tuesday... after school?
- I think I would enjoy hanging out with you on Tuesday.
- So, can I walk you home?
- No, you cannot. - Oh.
- My family is waiting outside.
I should probably go to them now.
- Oh, okay.
Uh, I'll see you at school.
Goodnight. - Goodnight, Cole Reyes.
- ♪
- She's not who you think she is, you know?
- What's that supposed to mean?
- You'll see.
- ♪
- ♪ Feels like things are getting real, real ♪
♪ Never felt so alive, never felt so alive ♪
♪ Feels like things are getting real, real ♪
♪ Feels like things are getting real ♪♪
- Are you going to tell your mom?
- No, I am not.
- Don't you think she should know
there's another android at school?
- But Andrew specifically asked me not to tell her.
- So? Doesn't that make you suspicious?
- No. He saved me.
He has proven to be a noble android.
- Yeah, but this is huge.
You have to tell her.
- He asked me to trust him and I do.
Goodnight, Dayton Reyes.
- [frustrated sigh]
- [comical music]
- JENNY: [laughing]
- SIGOURNEY: Are you okay, Frankie?
Do you need help?
- FRANKIE: I'm...almost there.
- WILL: I got it. [closes door]
- So? How was it? - Fun.
- That's all?
- Give us the deets--
food, tunes, outfits, drama, drama, drama.
- I danced many dances.
- And?
- And I won the prize for best costume--
a gift certificate to mini-golf.
I haven't researched mini-golf yet.
Is it merely the game of golf,
but shrunken to a microscopic size?
- [laughing] Pretty close, Frankie.
- Come on, I wanna know everything that happened.
Can I watch her memory files when we get home?
- SIGOURNEY: No, Jenny.
Your sister's files are for scientific research,
not for your amusement.
- JENNY: [huffs]
- SIGOURNEY: [huffs]
- FRANKIE: [huffs]
- Oh, boy, a car full of pouters.
Emergency plan in full effect.
Who wants to stop for donuts on the way home?
- SIGOURNEY, JENNY, FRANKIE: Me!
- ANDREW: Hello?
Anybody home?
- ♪
- [infrared zapping]
- JAMES: When did you get home?
[drops paper bag]
What did you do?
- PEGSI: ♪ Sittin' in a cage ♪
♪ Ain't got nothin' to do ♪
♪ Yeah, I'm sittin' in a cage ♪
♪ 'Bout to blow my CPU ♪
♪ Been down here so long ♪
♪ I got the Warpa prison blues ♪♪
It's about time you schmo-hawks showed up.
I need care and maintenance.
My battery is low and I need charging, stat!
- [cat meows] - PEGSI: What...
what are you going to do with that cat?
- You don't wanna give us any info about that android.
We thought maybe you'd be more likely to talk,
if you had a little...friend.
- No, I'm not a cat person.
- [meows]
- Hey, knock it off, fish breath.
I'm not a cat toy, you know? - [meowing]
- PEGSI: Oh. Oh. Oh. Help.
- [meowing] - PEGSI: He-e-e-elp!
- How did this happen?
- I don't know. Honest. - Andrew, I programmed you.
I can tell when you're lying. - ANDREW: [sighs]
Okay, I got wet.
A bunch of guys were havin' a water fight,
and I got carried away.
- Why did you lie to me?
- I didn't want you to be mad at me.
- Well, I am mad, Andrew.
I didn't give you a state-of-the-art CPU
for your amusement.
You've gotta be more careful.
You're in the real world.
You don't live in a lab anymore.
- I know, Dad.
I'm sorry.
- Don't call me "Dad." You're a machine.
Call me James or Dr. Peters, PhD,
MSEE, AACG? - What's AACG?
- It stands for All Around Cool Guy.
I just made it up, myself. [chuckles]
Anyway, let's go with "Dr. Peters."
Now let me fix your arm.
You'll probably just mess it up.
- ♪
- JENNY: And then what happened?
- Then I danced with Cole again. - Then what?
- Then the DJ announced that I won the costume contest.
- Uh-huh. Then what?
- Then I went on stage to collect my prize.
- Uh-huh. Then what?
- Then someone tried to dump a bucket of water on me,
but Andrew dove onto the stage and pushed me out of the way.
The water hit him, then his arm started smoking,
and shorting out because he's an android, too.
- Uh-huh. Then wha--
Wait. There's another android?
You didn't tell mom?
- He made me promise I wouldn't.
- Why? - I don't know.
But you can't tell, either.
Promise me, Jenny Gaines.
- So, you're saying this will be our secret.
- Yes. - Yes! I love secrets!
[laughing]
What?
- Aren't you gonna ask me "Then what?"
- Oh, yeah. Then what?
- Then Ms. Hough brought Felina Gomez
out to search for the prank perpetrator.
- ♪
- Hey, my breakfast. - Don't touch. That's mine.
You're a machine, remember?
- So I've heard.
I still like the smell.
- Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! My tongue's burning up.
- Well, I'm headin' out. Have a good one.
- [garbled] Make sure you're home early.
- Sorry. What was that? - I said...
I said, make sure you're home early.
- Do we have something scheduled for today--
like a defrag or a battery replacement,
upgrade to the software system?
- I'm implementing a new protocol.
At the end of every day,
I wanna have a look at your memory files.
Think of it as a house rule.
- Is this because of what happened at the dance,
'cause that was just-- - This is not open for debate,
and I'm not going to explain myself.
I want to know what you're doing and who you're doing it with
for the foreseeable future, is that clear?
Good. Now make sure you come home right after school today.
- ♪
- Uh, good morning, Ms. Hough.
- Is it a good morning, Tammy?
[sighs] I'm sorry.
I'm just preoccupied.
I simply don't know what's going on
in this school anymore.
- Well, if there's anything we can do to help...
- Just keep your eyes and your ears and your noses open,
and report any funny business to me.
- [meowing]
- What's that, Felina Gomez?
They're clean? Of course, they are.
They are some of Sepulveda's best students.
Come along, we will crack this case.
As you were, ladies.
- [scoffs] Ridiculous.
Whoever heard of picking up a scent from water?
- Actually, the hydrogen molecules in water
are a perfect receptor for bonding with the human scent.
- Which is your case is... [sniffing]
laundry detergent, peanut butter,
with a hint of day-old nacho cheese.
- As long as you two keep your mouths shut,
I have nothing to worry about.
But now I have to find another way to prove
that Frankie's a robot.
- Can't you just let it go?
Frankie could be a troll, for all I care.
We need her brain for state's.
- How can you think about state's at a time like this?
There's something really weird going on around here.
Am I the only one who cares? - [cell phone rings]
- [all cell phones ringing, beeping, chiming]
- Greetings, Sepulvedites.
Sorry to interrupt your day,
but I have an important message.
I want everyone to know
I had nothing to do with the night of the rampage.
I love our school and would never harm anyone,
or anything in it.
I'm the victim of a rush-to-judgment.
And if Ms. Hough can do it to me,
who says she won't do it to you, too?
I call on you, my fellow students,
to join the Justice for Robbie Movement,
and now a song.
- ♪
♪ Principal accused me but I think she's confused me ♪
♪ What they did to the school, I wouldn't do it ♪
♪ That's totally uncool to go breakin' in the lockers ♪
♪ And I hate really to mock her ♪
♪ But she didn't have a reason to send me to prison ♪
♪ [unintelligible] ♪
♪ You know that it's the time for justice ♪
♪ Justice for Robbie ♪
♪ Justice ♪
♪ Justice for Robbie ♪♪
- Oh, stop looking at me like that.
[sighs]
- You know, it's great you can eat now.
But if you wanna fit in,
maybe don't be so excited about
eating Sepulveda's infamous mystery meat.
- Understood, Dayton Reyes.
- Hey, did you see Robbie's broadcast?
- I did. Do you still believe he's an android?
- I don't know what to believe.
But do you think he's really innocent?
- I was wrongly accused by Ms. Hough,
so the same thing could happen to Robbie.
Are you doing school work while eating?
I didn't know you had parallel processing power.
Impressive multitasking.
- No, I'm just trying to sort everything out.
First, there was the "Robots Rule" graffiti,
then the night of rampage,
then the water dump,
and then we find out about Andrew.
It all must be connected, but how?
- We need more data to answer that question.
- You're right.
And I know just who can give it to us.
Andrew must be the key.
Think about it.
We don't know anything about him.
If we figure out who is behind him,
I'll bet it will lead us to everything that's going on.
- A logical starting point would be Andrew's home address--
281 Baltic.
- How far away from school is that?
- [computer beeping]
- .7 miles one way.
- We could easily make it there and back
before next period, if we ran.
Well, if you ran while carrying me on your back.
What do you say?
- Is a reply necessary?
You presented inarguable facts.
- No, I just mean... Never mind. Let's go.
- ♪
- Whew, that was quite the workout.
Hey, holding onto you took a lot of upper body strength.
- This empty lot is an unusual place of residence.
- Are you sure this is the right address?
- Yes, 281 Baltic Street.
What does Andrew do when it rains?
These are definitely suboptimal conditions
for android care and maintenance.
- The address in his file must be a fake.
Whoever made Andrew must be hiding something.
- But who made Andrew?
- I don't know, but we're gonna find out.
- ♪
- According to popular myth,
Ponce de León was searching for the Fountain of Youth
when he explored Florida.
But there's nothing in the historical records
that supports this claim.
- I object to this, Dayton Reyes.
- Come on, Frankie, it's for your own good.
- But I told Andrew LaPierre that I would trust him.
- You did, but I didn't.
- I think he saw us.
- It's okay. He won't get away this time.
- Andrew, what do you think you're doing?
The window is not a door.
- [bell ringing]
- That's it. No more Miss Nice Dayton.
- Who is Miss Nice Dayton? A new teacher?
- No, it's me.
- So, your first name is "Nice" and your last name is "Dayton"?
What about "Reyes"? Do you have a hyphenated last name?
- No, I just meant-- Never mind.
I know what we're gonna do.
Meet me in electronics lab after seventh period, okay?
- Okay, Miss Nice Dayton-Reyes.
- DAYTON: [laughs]
- FRANKIE: Hello, Cole Reyes.
Or is it Cole Dayton-Reyes?
- Huh? Nope. Just Cole Reyes.
Looking forward to our da...
of hanging out tomorrow after school.
Are you stoked? - I am, indeed, stoked.
But I am unclear as to what "hanging out" comprises.
- We could go out to eat.
There's this new restaurant
that only serves breakfast for dinner.
- [computer beeping]
[laughing]
But if you eat breakfast in the morning,
then dinner is what you eat at night,
[laughing] - I guess that is pretty funny.
I hear their pancakes are really good.
- I love pancakes.
I also love Sepulveda's infamous mystery meat.
Although Dayton told me that I should not admit that.
- [laughs] It's okay.
I kinda like it, too.
- Should we do an activity before breakfast-for-dinner?
- Sure. Like what?
- How about mini-golf?
- Sounds great, but I'll warn ya,
I'm a pretty serious mini-golfer.
- I've never played any golf,
mini or full-sized before.
- Then I'll give you some pointers.
- I would appreciate that.
- Great. So it's a da...
a plan. [laughs]
Mini-golf then breakfast-for-dinner.
- Hang out plan, confirmed.
- ♪
- Well, I'm gonna be late for class.
- ♪
- [thuds locker]
- ♪
- So, you and Frankie have a hot date planned.
- It's not a date! - [conversations stop]
- We're just hanging out together after school.
[sighing]
- Cole, you don't know what you're getting into.
As your friend, I owe it to you to warn you.
- Look, Tammy, I'm tired of you hinting around
that something's up with Frankie.
If you have something to say,
why don't you come out and say it?
- All right. [sighing]
I will.
- [mixed conversations]
- [heavy sigh]
I'm almost a hundred percent sure...
that Frankie's not human.
- What is she? An alien?
- An alien? Come on, Cole, be serious.
- [mixed conversations continue]
- Frankie Gaines...
is a robot.
- [laughing]
Oh, you're too funny, Tammy.
You really had me going there for a minute.
[laughing]
A robot.
- Almost there.
Okay, hit it.
[gasps] There she is--
the GPS module.
- Wouldn't it be simpler to just follow Andrew LaPierre?
- He's on the lookout for us.
We'd never pull it off.
Besides, making our own tracking device is way cooler.
And we're done.
All we have to do now is plant it on Andrew.
- How will we do that, if he's avoiding us?
- Don't worry, I already have a plan.
- Hello, ladies.
- Hello, Carmen Hough.
- That's Ms. E. Carmen Hough to you.
- Is Carmen your middle name?
Do you have a hyphenated last name, too?
- Well, as a matter of fact, my full name
is Esmerelda Carmen Thelonious Hough the VII.
You can see why I shorted it.
What are you two up to?
- Oh, um, just, you know, science stuff.
How about you?
- Felina's little wet nose may have let me down,
but I am not giving up.
The janitor found this hanging above the stage.
I'm going to extract evidence from it.
Now off to the kitchen. - What for?
- Cornstarch and a little fingerprint powder.
I will find the guilty party.
Esmerelda Carmen Thelonious Hough the VII
always gets her man.
- ♪
- So, PEGSI, are you ready to talk now,
or do you wanna go again?
We've got a calico who really knows
how to knock a mouse around. - [cat meowing]
- Hey, robot, I'm talkin' to you.
Oh, no.
Look what you did.
That floating disco ball is the only
leverage we've got on Kingston.
We've gotta get him back.
Come on, let's go get somebody from IT.
Just leave him.
He's not goin' anywhere.
- ♪
- PEGSI: Chumps.
I guess they've never heard of playing e-possum.
- ♪
- Andrew LaPierre, there you are.
We have to talk. - Sorry, no can do.
I...I've gotta go.
- [heavy thud] - ANDREW: Oh!
- BYRON: I am so sorry.
I totally wasn't looking where I was going.
Let me help you up.
Oh!
I am such a klutz.
My dad used to tell me, "Byron, you're such a klutz."
- I have no time.
- Bravo, Byron. [laughs]
Nice job.
- Thank you, Byron Patrick.
- No problem.
- So, why'd you guys want me to run into Andrew, anyway?
- It's complicated,
and involves an empty lot, a piggyback ride,
a soldering iron, Felina Gomez--
- No problem. You can tell me later.
I've gotta go.
- DAYTON: Where are you off to?
- Oh, um, I'm putting all these posters around the school.
- DAYTON: [laughs]
This better work.
[gasps] Andrew's on the move.
Shall we? - We shall.
- DAYTON: This is it.
Look familiar?
- It does not.
- Well, here we go.
[knocking on door]
- FRANKIE: Oh, no.
This is not good. - What?
- [door opens]
- How did you--
- Andrew LaPierre,
is James Peters your father?
- ♪