It is time for the Eighth Annual
Sophie Nairobi Cooper "Explosion of Riddles"
Birthday Scavenger Hunt!
♪ Da, da, da, da, da, da, da ♪
Did you just double-blindfold me
- to walk me from my room to here? - Correct.
I already told you what I wanted for my birthday this year.
Wrong. You're not getting your ears pierced
- until you're 11. - If I can't get my ears pierced,
- I'd love a non-babyish birthday... - Mm-hmm.
...like maybe an intimate luncheon with friends,
like Sir Bridger and Lady Agnes' Boxing Day party.
I've been trying to get through this "Sir Bridger" series
for, like, months now, 'cause there's 40 seasons,
and every season is three episodes,
and every episode's four hours long.
And the only way to see it is to donate $300 to PBS.
Well, I promise you will get the old British lady birthday party
of your dreams after you solve... this clue.
"It's your birthday and the fun won't stop.
To get the next clue, you must... pop!"
Oooh!
Diversion, or a clue?
Uh, not part of the hunt.
- Mom?! - Happy birthday, baby!
Best scavenger hunt ever!
Not part of the hunt.
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She's here.
She's here! She's here! She's here!
Is that... Oh, my God. It's happening.
We're meeting Will's ex-wife.
- Oh, my God. - Impressive.
It's Big Ol' Sophie!
Do I call her "Mrs. Cooper" or "Mom"?
Hey, guys, this is my... this... Sophie's mom, Mia.
Hello. It's so wonderful to meet all of you.
I've heard so much about you from Sophie.
You must be Douglas. What a wonderful face.
And Miggy... so wise beneath that hat.
Poppy, I feel very close to you.
- Oh. - And, Angie, wow,
I pictured you taller, but, you know,
I feel so connected to all of you,
and I hope that you'll feel connected to me, too.
This world can be such a hard place,
which is why it's so important
that we seek out love and hold onto it when we find it.
Don't you think?
Oh. Wow.
Never leave us.
You know, this has been fun, but you should probably get
- into Sophie's classroom before she... - Oh, you know what?
- I have gifts for all of you. - Okay.
After I won a case restricting slash-and-burn agriculture
in Ghana, I was thanked with these sculptures.
I started thinking of these little guys as my companions.
I now give my old friends to my new friends.
- I feel like I'm crying. - Get a hold of yourself.
You know, I should go check out Sophie's classroom.
- I just said that. - It'll be so nice to see one
that I didn't have to build by hand.
It's a good classroom.
You'll enjoy it. Sophie will love having you in there.
Okay, so your ex-wife is, like, a really good person.
- Yeah, she's incredible. - She's better than Ariana Grande.
- Solid seven. - I know. She's unbelievable.
- And she's driving me crazy. - Oof.
Co-parenting.
Two people trying to walk the same dog with one leash.
And I'm sorry for calling your daughter a dog in that metaphor,
- but you get it. - I forgive you.
You know what you need? Girls' night at Angie's.
- Right, Poppy? - Oh, yeah.
When I was in the thick of it with Ron,
Angie threw a girls' night that saved my life.
- Aww. - You know, I'm always curious to know
what goes on during these "girls' nights."
What do you do, like, eat yogurt and tickle each other?
- Mm-hmm, yeah, that's exactly what we do. - Yeah. That's right.
Come on, man.
So, your mom's in town?
- How are you holding up? - Great.
- I love when she's here. - Okay.
Well, if you need any advice about how to handle
the two-parent struggle, let me know.
I get so full from back-to-back Thanksgivings
that I've been driven to drawstring pants.
It's not like I want my parents to get back together or anything.
I don't even have any memories of them being together.
For real? Not even one?
Actually, I remember once when we went to a pizza place
and we some took photos in one of those old-timey photo booths.
It was so fun.
Did you know that photos could be on paper?
- What? - It's insane.
Dropping off.
Emma and Amy are in your front yard
throwing rocks at each other.
Have a nice time.
Wait a second. Is this what I think it is?
Yep, I'm giving away my stuff.
Yeah. Sophie's mom did a real number on him.
She's doing so much for the world.
And what am I doing?
Actually, I did make a sequel to my music video
and it came out pretty dope.
"Mystery Señorita: Sexy Christmas."
I held a boom for nine hours.
Listen. I have a policy that's served me well...
never give away anything unless you're getting something back.
The only reason I clothe and feed Emma and Amy
is so they'll put me in a home with a decent pool.
The man didn't get where he is by giving bad advice.
- Word. - Nobody likes a kiss ass.
Not in the head, Amy!
I still can't shake this feeling, G.
- I have more stuff than I need. - Yeah. You're just one guy.
And that's a buttload of orange soda.
You're right. The soda goes in the box!
Dude, that felt good. Try it.
Okay, pencil case.
Our time together has come to an end.
Mm.
- Giving feels good! - Yeah.
It's like putting on socks that just came out of the dryer.
Hella toasty. Let's go even harder.
Let's give away stuff we really care about.
I'm gonna give Mr. Roar to Sophie for her birthday.
Whoa. Okay. I see your Mr. Roar,
and I raise you my most prized possession.
My Nike Air Max 90 Corks.
I love these so much, I got adult baptized in them.
But they're going in!
- We're really good people! - We really are!
Let's go donate them now before we change our minds.
I'm gonna go put on some less dope shoes.
Excellent idea. Charity.
- Well, that's done. - Yep.
The joy of giving lasted five seconds!
What have we done?!
Hey, Mom said I could open a present a day early.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
- No way. - What's wrong? Is the knife too big?
I'm sorry, it's just,
I've seen a 2-year-old
- use a bigger one than that. - Oh, uh, Sophie, I just remembered.
I think there's a bonus birthday clue in the kitchen.
Why don't you go try to find it, okay?
I'll fall for that, but only because I love you.
Hey, look, I'm glad
that you and Sophie are getting all this time together,
but I have rules for a reason.
What is the reason?
Without rules, social order falls into chaos.
You used to be, like, a lot more fun.
I mean, what happened to the guy
who took me on a road trip to Oklahoma
so that I could "taste tornado rain"?
Not many people can say they've had...
danger on their tongue.
What is that?
You know you're having birthday cake tomorrow.
- Mom said I could. - Okay. Well. FYI...
Sophie has crazy reactions when she has too much sugar.
I won't even tell you what happened at Halloween 2015,
but let's just say we are not invited back to that corn maze.
There's a shortcut if you just run straight through the corn.
I think we should let her have it.
If a child in one of the most developed nations in the world
has a little extra ice cream, it's probably okay.
- Right, Sophie-Bear? - Right. Mmmm.
Good call on putting an extra layer
of gummy worms on the bottom.
So sour! So wormy!
I need a girls' night.
Get in here, bitch.
Welcome to girls' night!
- This is girls' night? - It is now.
You can take the tape off when...
Angie, you don't have to explain
Edward 40-Hands to me.
I went to college in South Florida.
Poppy, I'm a little shocked that this is your scene.
Hey, this is how D'Amato likes it.
- So, Mia's driving you crazy, huh? - Oof.
Oh, yeah, why did you two split up, anyway?
Was it your affinity for Dave Matthews?
Ooh, I bet you're really annoying on vacation, huh?
No. No, it's just, we've changed, you know?
When Mia and I first got together,
we were always on the go, and then when we had Sophie,
I wanted to put down roots and Mia did not.
She hung around for a couple years,
but I-I could see the life-force in her draining.
Like a fly on the second day.
Okay, is that true? I guess I don't know that much about flies.
- Girls' night. - Mia was miserable.
We would fight nonstop, and then we split.
And now every time I see her face, all I want to do is yell,
"Give me back my 20s!"
Okay, here's the deal.
You have to take all the emotion
out of your interactions with Mia.
The two of you are now running a business...
Sophie, Incorporated.
But how am I supposed to take emotion out of a relationship
where I have so much history?
I mean, I saw Sophie come out of her body.
And we're gonna circle back to that.
Look, from now on,
you are going to only deal with Mia
on Sophie-related business.
And when you do, you are going to be cool, professional.
Like Customer Service.
"Yes, ma'am. Just a moment.
Please hold while I dial that extension.
Para español, número dos."
And then all that crazy stuff that you want to say to Mia,
say to me instead. C'mon, let's try it.
You want me to yell at you like you're Mia.
Yes! It worked wonders for Poppy
when she was going through ex hell with Ron. Right, Pops?
She does a shockingly good Ron impression.
Sometimes I call her just to hear him apologize.
Okay, um, sure.
- Lead me in. - I'm Mia.
I'm a really good person!
I'm like if Gwyneth Paltrow had a baby with Gwyneth Paltrow!
Hummus!
Um, you need to respect my parenting choices.
- I lead a tight ship for a reason. - More. More.
I love-hate you so hard.
And I have a fantasy of you tripping
in front of a large group of people
and all of them pointing and laughing at you.
Oh, you go deep fast.
- Oh, my gosh! - I know that look.
You two dummies did something good, didn't you?
You gotta help us get our stuff back, man.
You're, like, the closest thing we have to Liam Neeson.
Okay, I'm not gonna come to your rescue,
but what I am gonna do is teach you a life lesson here,
since, emotionally, you're both 7 years old.
- Great burn. - Bro!
Ask for your things back.
Don't take no for an answer. Remember...
you did something nice, but it was a stupid accident.
Isn't asking for something back against the rules?
You make the rules, you understand?
Oh, so you're Sophie's friend that's not us.
You look like a book person.
Here you go, Sophie-Bear.
- Ooooh, Clotted Creamos! - My fave!
Mom let me go all out in a UK import store.
Whoa, candy before the first course?
All aboard the two-parent struggle bus.
A-woo woo!
Listen, if you need my help, just...
I'm fine! Everything's fine!
- You already put the candy out? - Oh, I'm so sorry.
I just... I don't really believe in courses.
I think food should be served
when you have it.
Thank you for your feedback, ma'am.
- What? - I'll be in touch.
Please hold.
Oh, hand me one of those.
- Hey. - I need to talk to Mia.
- Weren't you just... - The you-version,
- not the real one. - Oh, yeah!
Okay, go ahead.
"Hi, I'm Mia, and I definitely voted for Jill Stein."
Mia, the last time you were in town,
you told Sophie that her bedtime depended on "circadian rhythms"
before you bolted to Cuba to represent artist protestors.
But do you know who really deserves the protest?
It's you, Mia. It's you.
Damn, Will.
Oh, I am not done. Another thing...
So, um... about Mr. Roar... hoo boy...
Why does my mouth taste like pennies?
Aw, geez... so...
Spit it out, Graham.
I need him back!
I'm so sorry.
I'll give you something else.
Can I interest you in a thousand hugs?
No need. Here.
Not the manners I was hoping for at this luncheon,
but it's fine.
- I feel gutted. - Eh, you'll get over it.
All right, Miggy, you're up.
What did you do with those sneakers?
What charity saw you coming from a mile away?
Sisters of Mercy.
Ah, the nuns. Every last one of them just out for a buck.
- Okay, off you go. - Okay.
Hey, have you seen Angie?
Mia just said she wanted to get Sophie "off shoes,"
and I need to dump it, fast.
Yeah... Okay, can I ask you?
Is Angie's advice about Mia working?
No, not really.
But maybe I'm just bad at role-playing.
- I mean, it's been said before. - Nope.
It's because Angie doesn't know
what the hell she's talking about.
- What? - Look, I love that woman,
but I make it a point to never take advice from someone
who buys their underwear at CVS.
I mean, I just go along with it because it makes her feel good.
In fact, that famous girls' night,
- after talking to "Ron" for so long... - Mm-hmm.
...I left her house and booty-called the real thing!
- Poppy! - Excuse me, grown-ups?
We need to sing "Happy Birthday" to Sophie ASAP.
She's a woman on the brink.
- Louder! Faster! - ♪ Happy birthday ♪
- More British! - ♪ Dear Sophie ♪
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
- Whoo! - What the what?!
- Earrings?! - Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
I'm here. You don't need to freak out.
Angie, your advice doesn't work, and Poppy agrees with me.
That "amazing girls' night" you had?
After she left your place,
she went and she boinked Ron.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
an atrocity has been committed at Claire's.
Wow. Really, dude?
Okay, "boinked" makes it sound less romantic than it was.
Why is there a non-biological hole in my daughter's ear?
It's a rite of passage in many cultures...
...including where I'm from... Central New Jersey.
I can't take it anymore! You pump Sophie full of sugar.
You pierce her ears without asking my permission.
You can't just show up here and undermine everything I do.
Maybe globally, what I do is not that important.
But in this house, it is.
And this is my house! You're in my house!
And so is your dumb box of mail!
Your subscription to ELLE magazine
is no longer of use to me!
And who gets that many yoga mat catalogs?
You don't even live here!
You try unsubscribing to L.L.Bean from Ghana!
Whoa, shockingly good form. You all right?
Yeah. I'm just stressed.
I'm really sorry I outed you.
It's all right. Just put flowers on my grave.
The last time Angie was mad at me,
she told me her Uncle Joey D'Amato
was "connected."
- Well, that's terrifying. - Yeah.
Hey, what are you lil' girls doing?
You... You having a sleepover and giving each other advice
because apparently mine doesn't work?
Look, Ange, it's not your fault, all right?
Will and I, we still have to deal with our exes,
but you don't.
So that means I can't give advice?
- You nailed it. - You know what?
- I am just as... - Yay!
- It's my birthday! - Sophie?
- What is she doing? - Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
- Sophie? Sophie-Bear, come back to me. - I'm eight!
- You're scaring Mommy. - Oof, the Creamos got her.
- What's going on? - Sophie is reacting to sugar
in a way that I do not understand, and I don't know what to do.
- It's okay, everybody. - It's my birthday!
I know it is, honey! I know.
Mia, I need a glass of water. Rory, get me a dry English muffin.
- Got it. - Sophie, we're gonna count to 10
in Japanese, okay?
Ichi, ni, san, shi,
go, roku,
shichi, hachi, kyuu, juu.
Very good. We're gonna get off the table now. That's not safe.
All right, everybody. We're all better.
You guys finish your cake, and then we'll play
"Pin the Ruff on the Beefeater."
- Thank you, Will. - Of course.
No, seriously, thank you. I had no idea what to do.
I mean, the first thing that came to mind was,
"Do I change her diaper?"
It's just every time I see her,
I feel like she's become this whole new person
that I have to get to know, like, all over again.
Yeah, I sometimes feel that between lunch and dinner.
You know, I hate
that I make you feel like what you do isn't important.
I get to swoop in and be this fun mom.
Meanwhile, you're with her every day,
making rules and... and washing her hair.
Thank you. I don't say that enough.
Well, you did send that e-mail
that said "You da best!" last week.
But thanks, I appreciate it.
Attention, parents, I'd like to make an announcement...
I thought I could handle that amount of sugar, but I cannot.
Things were said, and I apologize.
- You're forgiven. - It's my fault.
Look, I love having two parents,
but sometimes it's hard on me,
and I wish we had more memories of the three of us.
Because we are family, even if we don't live together.
Oh, honey, of course we are.
I love you.
Hey, um, does someone need to drive her home?
Louisa. Why are you so quiet?
I'm more of a listener.
- Who dis? - It's Douglas.
What happened with the nuns?
My buddy Dwayne bought my kicks.
He saw my Insta story
about what a good person I am for donating them.
Okay, real men don't have "buddies."
Okay, now go be a man and get your shoes back.
I tried, but I ended up giving him the pair I was wearing
and a baggie of Goldfish I had in my pocket.
That's it. I'm coming down there.
I'll text you the address.
No, no, no. No. No texting.
Form the words in your head, drop them to the mouth,
and shout 'em out into the world
like a normal friggin' human being.
Can you repeat that? It was a lot.
Ange? You up for a girls' night?
I got gas station caffeine pills.
Are you still mad at me?
No, I'm not mad-mad. It's just...
why didn't you tell me about Ron?
You're a very scary woman.
Plus, I didn't want you to think I was still a mess
after all those nights I spent on your couch.
You're the strongest person I know.
Thanks. It's just...
even though I never had a husband,
I like to be the person you come to with that stuff.
And you always will be, whether I listen to you or not.
That's why we have girls' night.
- Mm, I love you. - I love you.
Okay, so... how was it with Ron?
Girl, I've been waiting three years to tell you.
It was as good as it could be in a parked car
outside of his girlfriend's house.
- I'm gonna get the beer funnel. - Please.
I've only waited in line once...
December 1, 1974.
Bills-Colts tickets.
It was so cold, my sister Donna lost a toe.
May she rest in peace.
- Okay, so which one is Dwayne? - Hold up.
I don't think you know what you're getting into with Dwayne.
The guy's an evil genius.
You know, like Elon Musk or Kickeeboy.
Who's Kickeeboy?
- Oh, that guy eating a snow cone. - Ah.
I think I can handle it.
Hey, I hear you got my friend's tennis shoes,
so why don't you just give them back?
Oh, are you one of those old parent people
Miggy hangs out with now?
I'm Dr. Douglas Fogerty, and this conversation
has already gone on longer than I care for,
so why don't you just give me the shoes.
Nah. These are Nike Air Max 90 Corks, man!
The most coveted pair of shoes
in all of Pennsyl-Dwaynia.
Keeping 'em.
A man only needs four pairs of shoes...
dress loafers, deck shoes,
sturdy topsiders, and golf spikes.
Tell you what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna give you
what you paid for the shoes,
and I'm gonna kick in an extra Andrew.
Honestly, man, it's not even about the Corks.
It's about Miggy. These kicks remind me
of the old days with that dude... skateboarding,
him helping me write flirty texts to Gina,
him helping me write breakup texts to Gina.
Doesn't seem like it went great with Gina.
Miggy and I had the best times.
Waiting in line for Yeezys,
before Kanye made them hella problematic.
Going to the dog park,
then getting kicked out for not having a dog.
Before he got busy with dad world, Miggy was there for me.
In line, in life.
But now, he's giving all that solid gold friendship to you
and I got squat.
You're so lucky, man.
Peekaboo!
Yeah, he's a good egg.
So, those slippers Gucci?
Yo, no one's ever stood up for me before.
So, how'd it... Damn!
You got Dwayne'd.
Yo! See you soon, Miggy!
Ma looks like Dwayne got everything from you.
And I know you just hate that,
giving without getting anything back.
It was a fair trade.
Glass.
That was a shard of glass.
- Oh, no. - Yeah.
All right, so let's rehearse. I'm pitching double peace signs,
devil horns, and then, if there's time, upside down?
Those are gonna be awesome.
I'm gonna go grab us some mozzarella sticks.
If it's okay with both my parents, of course.
Well, it's still your birthday,
and you're not in a coma yet,
so I say go for it.
Hey, should we do one
just the two of us? You know, for Sophie.
She doesn't have a ton of photos of us together.
I mean, everyone has a camera in their pocket, but sure.
I'll pay $3 to sit in a closet.
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