♪ ♪
Hey, girls, what's up
Well, we decided to talk in rhyme.
So now we do it all the time.
As for rhymes, we have a ton.
So please don't ask when we'll be done.
Oh, I think I could go on a fun run in the sun.
Hun.
Okay, now it's done.
Dad, I know that Olive slept over
the last two nights already, but...
can she stay another?
We've been having so much fun, Mr. R.
I don't know, girls. It's Sunday.
Tomorrow's school. That's a big ask.
Please? I wouldn't ask it unless I was asking
the best dad in the whole wide world.
"In the whole wide world," huh?
Syd, I see what you're doing.
Of course you do. You're the smartest dad there is.
Really?
Okay, well, let me call Olive's mom
and see if she's okay with it.
(quietly): Yes!
(tapping, ringing)
Max? Is Olive okay?!
Is it her allergies? Did her pinkeye come back?
Um, I have eye drops. If I take the alley,
I can be there in three minutes.
No, no. Olive is fine.
I just called because the girls wanna extend their sleepover
another night. What do you think?
Well, I mean, normally I'd be against it on a school night,
but I guess it's okay, given the situation at home.
What situation?
Well?
Congratulations. You got another night!
(both squeal)
Now we have time to do makeovers on each other!
And this time, I promise not to sneeze
and get lipstick up your nose.
Uh, Syd, can I talk to you for a minute?
Uh, of course. Right behind you.
What's up?
Why didn't you tell me Olive's parents are getting divorced?
What?
Olive's parents are getting divorced?
(theme music playing)
♪ Like father, like daughter, we don't always agree ♪
♪ But looking at you is like looking at me ♪
♪ The more things change, the more they stay the same ♪
♪ Like father, like daughter, from different times ♪
♪ Taking all the best from your decade and mine ♪
♪ The more things change ♪
♪ The more they stay the same ♪
♪ Do do, do do do do, do do ♪
♪ The more they stay the same ♪
♪ ♪
I can't believe Olive's parents are getting divorced.
‐Are you sure? ‐Yeah, her mom just told me.
So Olive didn't tell you?
No. She didn't say anything.
Oh my gosh. Poor Olive.
She must be devastated.
I bet. When my parents got divorced,
I felt like the world was ending.
Must've been awful.
It's just so weird. I mean,
Olive's been here all weekend,
and she's acting like nothing's going on.
Well, maybe that's why she wanted to sleep over
the last few nights. She probably doesn't wanna face it.
Wow. I wonder why she didn't tell me.
Everybody handles these things differently, Syd.
I'm sure Olive has her reasons.
Yeah, but now I know.
What do I do?
Should I say something? Should I not say something?
Am I supposed to just go back upstairs
and pretend like everything's normal?
I know it's tough, but...
Olive will tell you when she's ready.
You're probably right, Dad.
It's not gonna be easy, but I just gotta
play it cool and wait for her to open up.
Hey! Sorry I took so long.
No worries. All good.
Okay! Makeover time.
Uh, Syd, listen.
Before we start, there's something I should tell you.
Oh, Olive!
You can tell me anything!
I'm here for you, no matter what!
I got blush on your bench.
Say what?
Oh. Gee, you sure did.
Why all the emotion?
I just hate to think that
you've been carrying this secret for
who knows how long?
It happened five minutes ago.
Yeah, but those five minutes must've been a nightmare.
You found out my parents are getting divorced, didn't you?
Yeah.
I'm so sorry, Olive.
I can't imagine how you're feeling right now.
Actually, I'm fine.
‐You are? ‐Yeah.
They're the ones getting divorced,
not me.
But it's still gonna be hard on you.
Not really.
Now, can we just get back to makeovers?
Sure. Of course.
You know, there is something else I wanted to say.
Yes! Let it out!
I also got eyeshadow on your rug.
♪ ♪
Okay, Max. While your dad is watching you,
I want you in bed by 9,
eating healthy, and showering every day.
Mom, you're just asking me to lie to you,
but okay.
(knocking)
‐Dad! ‐There's my Maximus.
(laughs)
Douglas.
Judith.
Okay. If you need me,
I left the number where I'm at on the fridge.
But only call me if it's absolutely necessary.
Why?
Both: Because it's your girls' weekend.
No. It's my...
Both: "Do Not Disturb" girls' weekend.
That's right. So from this point forward,
do not disturb me.
‐(phone ringing) ‐Okay, after this phone call,
‐do not disturb me. ‐(ringing)
You ready for the best boys' weekend ever?
Oh yeah! I was thinking
we should eat hot dogs for every meal.
Done.
And we should try to get tickets for the Daredevil Games.
Oh.
That ticket is impossible to get.
No one could pull that off.
You're right.
Except me. (laughs)
Dad, you're the best!
You're not gonna believe it.
My girlfriend got the flu!
My Do Not Disturb weekend got disturbed
before it even started!
I'm sorry to hear that.
But, don't worry about me.
I'll just find a motel for the weekend.
Doug, you don't have to stay at a motel.
There are plenty of hotels in town.
Why can't he just stay here?
‐What? ‐Doug, let me handle this.
What?
Why not? He used to live here.
Honey, I don't think that's the best idea.
Yeah, son. Your mom's right.
Come on, Mom.
I never get to see him.
Please?
‐Fine. ‐Yes!
Boys' weekend is back on!
I really appreciate this, Judy.
And to thank you, I've got
a little ukulele song I can play.
Oh, you know where they love ukulele music?
That hotel across town.
♪ ♪
Hi! Are you interested in joining
the coolest club in school?
Wait? Is this DJ Club?
No. This is Emergency Preparedness Club.
I'm Olive, the president.
We may not light up a party,
but we can light up your outdoor staircase.
Do I get one of those whistles?
And this stylish vest.
Trust me. This club will prepare you to handle everything.
A tsunami, a tornado,
unexpected playground injuries.
What about a zombie attack?
That's ridiculous, but yes.
Then I'm in!
Sounds like you're prepared for everything.
Well, I wouldn't say everything.
There are some disasters you don't see coming.
You know, like an earthquake.
Sure, you can throw some granola bars in a backpack,
but are you really prepared when it suddenly
splits your house in two?
Or when the very ground you're standing on
disappears under your feet?
Or when everything you know and love is swept away?!
Yeah, definitely gonna join DJ Club.
Olive, are you okay?
Yeah.
I just finally realized this club is useless.
If I can't prepare for everything,
why should I prepare for anything?
I quit.
But Olive, you love this club.
Are you sure this isn't about the divorce?
Nope. It's about wearing this ridiculous vest.
Hi, Olive. I'm here for the next shift.
Anything to report?
Yeah. Congratulations, Derek. You're president now.
‐Seriously? ‐Olive!
Corn dogs for lunch and now this?
Everything's coming up Derek!
♪ ♪
Oh, uh, did you wanna watch TV? I'll get out of your hair.
Actually, I wanna read my book.
Hey, I read that!
Have you got to the part where...
Doug shuts his trap and leaves Judy alone?
Huh.
I can't believe you still have this old thing.
You remember the day we bought it?
We went to every single lamp store in town and found nothing.
Until we walked past the pet store.
And there it was in the window.
Our lamp,
‐warming a discounted iguana. ‐(laughs)
I still can't believe you charmed the owner
into selling it to us with a ukulele song.
Hey, nobody can resist a ukulele.
See these pants?
Got 'em half off.
I guess we had some fun times, huh?
‐We did. ‐Till I messed things up.
Sorry, Judy.
Thanks, Doug.
(lamp fizzling)
You know, I still remember the trick
to make it stop flickering.
Alright. Let's see what you got, hotshot.
(blows)
(stops fizzling)
(both laugh)
Well done, sir!
Thank you, m'lady.
Hey, guys! What's going on?
‐Maximus. ‐Hey,
you wanna hear your dad's lamp song?
‐Really? ‐Go for it!
Oh ho!
(clears throat)
♪ $100, no ♪
♪ $1,000, no ♪
♪ $1,000,000, no because the lamp is not for sale ♪
♪ I'd offer you my car, I'd offer you my house ♪
♪ But you'd just yell "get out" ♪
♪ Because the lamp is not for sale ♪
♪ Just name a number, please ♪
♪ I'm begging on my knees ♪
♪ It's dark and I can't see because the lamp ♪
♪ Is not for sale! ♪
(strumming)
‐(clapping) ‐(laughing)
Again, well done, sir!
Again, thank you, m'lady.
You know, I just remembered I need something in the kitchen.
(dialing)
(ringing)
‐Hello? ‐Alisha! You're not gonna believe this.
‐It's a miracle! ‐You finished all your homework?
No! It's my parents.
They're getting along so well.
They're laughing and singing and sitting on the same couch.
I think they could get back together!
Really? Are you sure?
Yeah. They just need a little push in the right direction.
I know. I should make them a romantic dinner!
(laughs) Man,
I'm glad I saved this Burger Hole coupon.
Little tip. Nothing romantic comes in a greasy bag.
Why don't I come over and help you cook?
Really? You'd do that? Thanks.
Wow. Not only am I gonna get my parents back together,
I also get to keep my Burger Hole coupon.
Well, we better get cracking on our homework
‐because I've got a ton of math. ‐Really?
We're not gonna talk about what happened at school today?
That you quit Emergency Preparedness?
What's to talk about?
Problem one. A train leaves Chicago
at 1:00 PM, heading for New York‐‐
But, EPC is your thing.
I mean, your yearbook picture was you wrapping
a drinking fountain in caution tape.
Anyway, back to the train‐‐
Olive, stop changing the subject.
You're obviously upset about your parents.
Please. Talk to me.
Syd, I love that you're so concerned,
but all I wanna do is
forget about the divorce and just hang with my bestie.
Can you just let me do that? Please?
Yes. Of course I can.
Good, now let me concentrate,
or this train's never gonna leave Chicago.
♪ ♪
Alright, I think you're all set.
Just remember, serve the appetizer first.
Uh...
It's the little plate, Max.
Now I've gotta get home. Good luck!
Thanks for everything, Alisha.
Dinner's ready!
What's all this?
I just wanted to make you two a special dinner.
To say thank you for,
uh...
for, uh...
Being such great parents?
Sure. That'll do.
So please, sit and enjoy.
Courtesy of Bistro Maxwell.
Well, isn't this nice?
Yeah. A little too nice.
Tonight, we'll be starting with some delicious artichoke...
"hearts." With a "kiss" of olive oil.
I'll be back in a... "couple" of minutes.
Well, aren't you gonna join us?
I would, but I really need to focus on the kitchen.
You two just focus on the food.
And each other.
Okay, he's up to something.
Do you think he's trying to get us back together?
Nah.
(smooth jazz playing)
Okay, he wants to get us back together.
‐Aw, Max. ‐What do we do now?
We let him down gently.
So, folks,
how's everything tasting this evening?
Max...
(shuts off music)
We love everything that you've done here tonight.
But, honey, just because your dad and I are getting along,
doesn't mean we're getting back together.
It's true.
I'm sorry, son.
But I saw you.
You were laughing and having fun.
Can't you just be married again?
‐Sweetheart... ‐I hate when you do that!
You say "sweetheart" instead of no
because you think it sounds nicer.
But it's actually worse! Just say what you mean.
We're never gonna be a family again.
♪ ♪
Pizza's here! Get it while it's hot.
Hey, Iggy.
Notice anything different?
Uh, the pizza's actually hot?
No. Don't I look like a guy who just got promotioned?
Now you do!
You're looking at the new senior executive delivery dude.
Yup. Iggy's got a bigger piece of the pie.
Oh, you got a raise, too?
Nope. Just now when I order pizza,
they cut my slices bigger.
Wait, isn't that the same amount of...
Congratulations, Iggy!
Thanks. Don't worry.
I'm still the same old Iggy.
Because if I wasn't,
who else would I be?
Whoa...
Oh hey, just in time. Pizza's here,
and I got it just the way you like it.
Spicy chicken meatballs and green peppers.
Yeah, whatever.
What's wrong?
I tried to talk to Olive about the divorce, and...
she refused.
I'm really worried about her, Dad.
She quit Emergency Preparedness Club.
Syd, it's okay. Olive's going through a lot right now.
She might do some things that don't make sense,
but that's just how she's dealing with it.
But it's just really hard to sit back
and watch her hold all this in.
I know it is.
Everything in her life is up in the air right now.
The one stable thing she has is you.
The best thing you can do for Olive is just be there for her.
Okay, Dad. You're right.
How about this? Before Olive goes home,
let's just have a nice family pizza night together.
Okay, I heard "Olive" and I heard "pizza."
As long as you're not talking about olive pizza, I'm in.
Hey, fam! Hey, O! ‐Hey, Grandma J!
‐Grandma, welcome back! ‐Hey, Mom.
How was your Do Not Disturb Girls' Weekend?
Undisturbed, thank you.
Ooh! Pizza! Don't mind if I do.
So, tell us more about your trip, Grandma!
The spa was a‐ma‐zing!
I spent most of the weekend
up to my neck in mud.
I think you brought some home behind your ear.
I was trying for a robe, but this is all I could sneak out.
(giggles)
Alright, so before I start my slice, I need to know
‐who's getting the crust? ‐Both: I call it!
It's a tie! You know what that means.
Both: Crust, paper, scissor, shoot!
Scissors cuts crust. I win!
You know, as much fun as I had this weekend,
I really missed sitting around with you goofballs.
We missed you, too, Grandma.
Something wrong, Olive?
Yes.
I'm never gonna have this again.
What do you mean?
This.
A family.
Everything's falling apart.
I mean,
who am I gonna live with?
Where am I gonna spend holidays?
What happens if I wanna curl my hair
at my dad's place,
but my curling iron's at my mom's?
How can I live my life if I don't even know
where to leave my curling iron?
It's gonna be okay, Olive.
We'll help you figure it out.
That's easy for you to say.
You have a great family that's together.
I don't.
Which is why I'm never going home again.
Ever.
♪ ♪
(knocking)
Go away!
(sighs)
Max, we're so sorry if we gave you the wrong idea.
Yeah, son. Sometimes,
we forget how tough this divorce is on you.
It's fine.
So, we're not a family anymore.
I'll get over it.
Max, no matter what happens,
I'll always be your dad.
And I'll always be your mom.
Your dad and I may not be together,
but we're both still your family.
And we'll both always love you.
Well, obviously.
I'm very lovable.
‐Well, you know something great did come out of this weekend. ‐Yeah.
Your dad and I realized that
even though we aren't married anymore,
we can still be friends.
Well, it was really nice
to be around you guys when you were laughing
and having fun together.
So, if that's what you mean by friends,
I'll take it.
♪ ♪
Olive, are you okay?
Is there anything we can do for you?
No.
I'm sorry I ruined dinner.
Oh, Olive, you didn't ruin anything.
You know, Olive, I was about your age
when my parents got divorced.
‐Really? ‐Yeah.
And I wanted my family to be
what it used to be, too, but it never was.
It turned into something different.
My mom and I became our own little family.
A great little family.
And when my mom passed away,
I also thought my family would never be the same.
And it wasn't,
but we moved in with the world's coolest grandma.
Guilty.
And the three of us became our own great family.
That's true. You did.
And besides, no matter what happens,
your friends will help you through this.
You've got the bestest bestie right next to you.
Guilty.
And I learned, Olive, that your mom and dad love you
and will always be there for you,
even if they're not together.
Wow.
This is a lot to take in.
Yeah. You probably need some space.
That means you, too, old dude.
Do you want me to give you some space, too?
No.
I want zero space from you.
♪ ♪
It's been almost an hour. How do you think the girls are doing?
I don't know. Unlike you,
I don't pretend I'm dusting with my ear to the door.
Oh hey, look who's here. If you girls are still hungry,
we've got a half a pizza in the fridge,
unless you wanna eat it cold for breakfast.
Actually,
I won't be here for breakfast.
I'm ready to go home.
‐Really? I'm proud of you, Olive. ‐So am I.
Thanks. You guys are right.
My family may be changing,
but we'll still be a family. Just different.
So you wanna call your mom now?
Yeah. And while I wait,
how about we finish that pizza?
I call crust!
Fine, if you must.
What's this? No fuss?
Ooh! More rhymes!
I didn't wreck it, I trust?
Well now, it's a bust.
JK. Eat my dust!
♪ ♪
This chicken piccata is amazing.
Yeah, Max. It's delicious.
So who cooked it?
First of all, way to not believe in me, Mom!
And second, it was Alisha.
Who's this Alisha?
Just some girl. No big deal.
Got it. You have a crush on her.
Dad! I never said that!
Yeah, Doug. He never said that.
And by the way, it's a giant crush.
‐Guys, can we not talk about this? ‐Sorry.
You know, I can teach you to play the ukulele.
It's how I won over your mom.
You won me over in spite of the ukulele.
So when do I get to meet this Alisha?
Or do I have to wait until you two are walking down the aisle?
(both giggle)
Okay, you've had your fun.
Can we just stop talking about this now?
‐Okay, sorry. ‐Doug: Sorry.
You're right.
You really think Alisha would like it
‐if I learned to play the ukulele? ‐Judy: Hey.
If it got us a broken lamp, it can do anything.
♪ ♪
♪ Do do, do do do do, do do ♪
Man: Oh yeah.