Tobie: Welcome to Just Roll With It!
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Kaylin and Ramon: Just Roll With It!
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Tobie: Yay! Woo!
Welcome to Just Roll With It!
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When you hear this sound...
‐(farts) ‐Tobie: Ha, ha, ha!
That's not the normal sound. I messed with the sound effects!
(audience laughing)
That's really immature, Tobie.
‐Yeah, very disappointed in you. ‐Yeah.
‐I just like‐‐ ‐Nah‐‐ When you hear this sound:
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You get to vote on what happens to us in scenes!
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And whatever you choose, we'll have to...
All: Just Roll With It!
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Okay, we're taking off.
Last chance to back out, Dad.
If you'd rather we get a babysitter, now's the time to tell us.
Me, back out? (laughs): Heck.
I back out of nothing.
Even when it's in my best interest
and everybody else's to do so.
Please take this seriously, Dad.
I'd prefer to not get any panicked phone calls
from you or the police.
We'd never call the police, Mom.
Grandpa and I are all about taking justice into our own hands.
‐There you go! ‐Rachel: No, no, that's not‐‐
Call the police if there's an emergency.
I just... I want to have a stress‐free weekend.
The whole point of us going to a spa retreat
is that we'll finally be able to relax.
‐This week has been beyond stressful, and it‐‐ ‐Tobie: That's called‐‐
‐(foghorn blares) ‐Oh!
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‐Announcer: Time for the first vote. ‐(bell chiming)
What made this week so stressful?
Our cast is leaving the stage so we can prepare your choice.
Our stressful week?
I wasn't ready for that one.
This could literally be anything.
Announcer: Votes are in. Let's get back to the scene.
Director: At your markers!
Action!
Aw, man. Having Wild Wally the Animal Handler
come on the radio show seemed like such a good idea.
(all screaming)
(bell dings)
(audience continues screaming)
But now, all his snakes got loose.
You found me, Wild Wally! Oh!
Rachel: Of course this happens on the day that the radio health inspector is coming.
He's gonna be here in two minutes!
Come on, we gotta get these critters safely back into their homes, ASAP!
‐(Rachel groans) ‐Oh, my goodness.
Why do we have to do it? He's right here!
He's the animal handler!
‐Byron: Oh, no, no! ‐Rachel: Okay.
(screaming)
‐Rachel: I don't like it. (shrieks) ‐(audience screams)
(shrieks)
Byron: Here you go.
‐(audience screaming) ‐(Rachel screams)
How you doing? My name's Byron. Look at that. Oh.
Hey, hey. There you go, boo‐boo.
‐Hey. Ooh. ‐Have these snakes eaten already?
Hey, there you go. There you go.
I got one, I got one!
Byron: Good job, baby! Good job.
‐I got one! ‐Byron: Good job, baby. Baby, gimme five.
‐Aah! Oh! Okay. ‐Byron: Gimme five! Oh! Gimme five, gimme five.
‐Oh! ‐Oh, oh! Oh, there's black mamba!
‐Byron: Hey, come here. Come here. ‐Rachel: Oh!
Byron, this is very, very stressful.
‐We need a vacation. ‐Oh, two of 'em. Two of 'em.
Rachel: Oh, baby, I love you, I love you.
‐Byron: Oh, where you going? ‐(screaming)
Byron: I got you, baby. I got you, I got you, I got you.
‐(cheering) ‐Byron: That's it. We're done.
‐We're done. We're done. We're done. ‐That was it, we're done.
That's all behind us, hon.
Everything's gonna be fine.
As long as I never see another snake.
Everything's not gonna be fine.
You're leaving us with Grandpa.
I caught him taking batteries out of the smoke detector
for his video game controller!
Please, take me with you.
I'm quiet and compact, you'll hardly know I'm there.
Why don't you go put our stuff in the car,
so Owen and I can have a quick father‐son chat?
Okay.
Son...
I'm going to leave now.
That's your talk?
I didn't have one. I just wanted Rachel to carry the bags to car.
Just quit stressing and enjoy the night. See everyone tomorrow!
‐Deuces! ‐Later!
Sweet! No Mom or Byron.
This night is gonna be epic!
Sorry, Blairski. Your parents put me in charge,
so tonight, we're going by the book.
Thank you, Grandpa.
You don't know what a relief it is to hear you say that.
(mockingly): "You don't know what a relief it is to hear you say that."
‐Why don't you go make yourself a sandwich, Mayo Boy? ‐(chuckles)
‐Ha‐ha. Very funny. ‐(Grandpa chuckling)
Mayo Boy. That's rich. (chuckles)
(laughing): 'Cause he's a boy, and...
I don't get it.
It's very stupid and not worth explaining, but thank you again for saying‐‐
Bum‐Around Bobbi got Owen good today!
Owen and his anime club friends were having lunch outside,
and Bum‐Around Bobbi offered them some tapioca pudding.
So, Owen takes a huge bite,
but it turns out it was actually mayo!
I laughed and laughed...
and laughed!
And now I call him Mayo Boy.
So, tell me, Owen, uh...
how did you respond to this prank?
I spit out the mayo and went back to eating my lunch.
My own grandson, humiliated,
and he just takes it.
Seriously, Grandpa, I cannot stress this enough‐‐
I do not care!
Do we have an address for this Bobbi?
Oh, please, no. We were so close to not going on an adventure!
Yep. It's in the school directory.
(mutters): Great.
All right, kids. Come on.
It's time we taught this Bobbi a little lesson.
‐Yay! Revenge! ‐No revenge!
But first we gotta go snatch my army buddy,
Joey Coconuts, from the old folks' home.
When it comes to teaching bullies lessons, he's teacher of the year.
You got it? Got it? Good.
I'll get my jacket.
Blair, I don't like this.
What do you think they're gonna do?
Who knows? But Grandpa's great at revenge pranks.
Uh, oh, nope. I don't want anything to do with this.
I'm just gonna stay here and curl up with a good book,
and a mug of room temperature chamomile tea.
Suit yourself.
I'm sure that you'll be fine
with whatever Grandpa and I do in your name,
even without you there to monitor our actions.
Ugh. Can we at least stop for dinner?
There's no time. Hang tight, Coconuts!
We're on our way!
Revenge!
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Now, listen up, kids.
If there's one thing I know about people,
it's that they don't trust children.
‐So‐‐ ‐I don't think that's true.
I'll find a nurse, and sweet talk her into handing over Coconuts.
Now, Blair, if it doesn't work, you know what to do.
‐Blair: Yes, sir. ‐Yo! Listen up, you gabbagools!
I got the remote, and I control the rec room.
And I say we watch the show where the Brits bake the cakes.
That's my man, Joey.
Hey! How are you doin'?
Eh, you must be the nurse.
You look, uh, hygienic.
I, uh...
I am an associate of Joey Coconut's.
We don't have a patient here by that name.
His, uh, real name is Joseph Coconutowitz.
Ah, yes! Mr. Coconutowitz.
He's forbidden from leaving the premises after regular visiting hours
because of his repeated escape attempts.
Surely you wouldn't deprive him of a visit from his...
uh, precious, long‐lost, orphaned granddaughter,
who drove all the way here from Hawaii.
(in English accent): Evenin', ma'am.
Can I please see my grandpapa?
We don't know how much longer he has, we don't.
Well, I do, because I'm his nurse,
and he is in perfect health,
and will definitely be alive tomorrow,
during regular visiting hours.
Now if you'll excuse me, I don't have time for this.
Our evening entertainment just canceled.
Never trust a puppeteer.
‐Duh! ‐Everybody knows that!
Oh, no! Guess we have to go home now and go to sleep.
Maybe even stop for food. You know, basic childcare stuff.
Wait. I have an idea.
They're in desperate need of a performer.
Why don't you go and distract them while we snag Coconuts?
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‐(audience cheering) ‐Ha!
‐Announcer: Okay, audience. ‐(bell rings)
What will Owen do to create a distraction?
‐(groans) ‐(Rachel shrieks)
The kids just got pulled to change their wardrobe,
so that‐‐ I don't know what that means.
‐Announcer: Back to the scene. ‐Director: That's a roll, please!
Director: Action!
Quiet, everyone. The entertainment is starting.
We have a magician joining us tonight!
‐(bell dinging) ‐(cheering)
All right. Good to see you all!
And, uh, what is your magician name?
Mr. Magic Pants.
‐(drum rolling) ‐Nurse: Oh!
(strumming guitar)
‐Okay, we have a band! ‐Blair: All right!
Welcome, everyone! For my first trick,
‐I will be pulling a rabbit out of a hat. ‐Wow!
(cheering)
Pull.
Whoa. Whoa, whoa! This is not a rabbit! This is not a rabbit!
This is not‐‐ Oh, oh! Oh!
You hold it, you hold it, you hold it.
Okay, okay. Hi. Hi, buddy. Hi.
I hope he didn't eat the rabbit.
‐My next trick is the Confetti Surprise! ‐Blair: Oh!
(cheering)
Abracadabra!
‐(sparking) ‐(all exclaiming)
Owen: Whoa!
(shrieking)
(band plays chord)
(cheering)
I think your hat blew a fuse.
Yeah, that was supposed to be confetti.
‐(pops) ‐Whoa! Okay, wow.
‐Looks like the confetti's still workin'. ‐Owen: Wow. Yeah.
Yeah. All right. For my final trick,
I'll be making a cake.
Owen: I'm gonna pour these ingredients into the hat.
‐Thank you, my assistant. ‐Yes, yes, of course.
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Yummy! Milk is good for your bones.
All right. Abracadabra!
Cake 'em, bake 'em.
Pow!
(drum rolling)
Uh... Oh. Oh, oh, oh.
‐Blair: Oh! ‐(audience cheering)
♪ Ta‐da! ♪
(cheering)
Oh... Aah!
Aah, aah!
(audience groaning)
‐(audience cheering) ‐(band plays chord)
The card said to put the hat on fast,
and that seemed to be a dirty trick.
But you guys have been a great audience!
‐(pops) ‐Great audience!
‐(audience cheering) ‐(band plays upbeat music)
‐Thank you! Thank you! ‐Blair: Thank you, guys!
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This is it. That's Bum‐Around's apartment, 6B.
We really don't have to do this.
The kid's right. We don't have to do this.
‐Thank you. ‐We need to do this.
‐No! ‐Yeah, wait, but we gotta get a better vantage point...
like from up on that roof.
No, not the roof. We can't go up on the roof.
The kid's right. We don't have to go up on the roof.
‐Thank you! ‐We need to go up on the roof.
Attaboy, Coconuts!
Good thing I brought this here grappling hook.
Grappling hook? Where did you get that?
I always keep one handy,
in case of emergency grappling situations.
A: This does not seem safe.
‐B‐‐ ‐Stand back, squirt.
(hook whirls, clangs)
(laughing)
Both: Just like the old days!
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(rhythmic footsteps)
How are you guys doing?
‐Great. ‐Scared for my life.
Good stuff. Stay the course.
Um, what are you guys doing?
We're from the...
gas company.
The gas company sent two kids and two old men
to shoot a grappling hook onto a roof
and scale the side of our building?
On a Saturday night?
Yes.
Uh, uh, don't mind us.
We saw all we needed to see,
gas‐wise, um, so we'll head back down now.
Ashpet, ashpet.
Does the name Bum‐Around Bobbi ring a bell, little girl?
Yeah. We're next‐door neighbors. Bobbi went to the movies.
Wait. What's this have to do with gas?
Should I be, like, calling the cops or something?
Oh, no, no, no. There's nothing to be scared of.
No, we're gonna just wait out front, uh,
and we, uh, have to ask Bobbi a gas question.
Weirdos.
Back up, troops.
I think after a long night at the movies,
Bum‐Around Bobbi deserves a welcome home committee.
That sounds super sketch.
I want to let you know I'm recording you with my phone.
‐No pictures! ‐No, don't take me.
Understandable. That's a smart instinct.
(audience cheering)
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That's the kid! Hide!
‐Bum‐Around Bobbi: Thanks for the ride, Mrs. Jensen.
(car door closes)
You ready to do your thing, Coconuts?
Bada‐bing, bada‐boom. You better believe it.
Please. You don't have to do this. Just let me talk to her.
You had your chance, Mayo Boy.
Now, Coconuts. Now!
Hey, you! Oh! Bum‐Around Bobbi, you!
What of it?
I hear you've been giving my friend Owen a hard time.
‐Who are you? ‐Never mind, all right? Silencio!
I'm doing the talkin', now.
I think I need to teach you a lesson.
Ooh, this is gonna be good!
When Owen's grandpa and I was in the army,
people liked to mess with each other,
play little pranks and what‐not.
Unluckily for me, I was the recipient of a lot of them pranks.
Like the time they changed the rank on my uniform to "Fart Commander."
After having people laughing at me day after day,
you know what I did at night after lights out?
I cried. Yeah.
I felt real crummy, Bobbi.
There's a big difference between laughing with someone,
and laughing at them.
When you play a prank on somebody who isn't laughing,
well, that's just called being a bully.
That... was it?
I never thought about it like that.
I don't want to be a bully. I was just goofing around.
TBH, I think it was just my way of dealing with the fact that I'm unhappy with my own life.
I'm sorry, dude. I guess I've been a stone‐cold butt nugget.
Uh, yeah, no, no worries. It's cool.
I appreciate you letting me know.
It won't happen again.
Vabbene. Because if it does,
my face will haunt your nightmares.
I promise you this.
Now go. Get some sleep.
(chuckles)
Did I tell you this guy was good,
or did I tell you this guy was good?
Wait.
Did I seriously just spend my entire night
running around the city, busting geezers out of old people jail,
and scaling the side of a building to watch someone get...
talked to?
You know, I had convinced myself
that Bobbi's antics didn't bother me.
But I think they kind of did.
I guess I just figured it was easier to ignore them.
I can't believe I'm saying this, but...
I'm happy we came here.
Thanks for having my back, guys.
Guys. Guys, wait up!
Yeah.
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‐We're home! ‐Hey, here they are!
Hey, honey.
How come you're walkin' like you got, uh,
boom‐boom in your gotchies?
Two minutes into the massage, I tensed up and sprained my body.
It turns out relaxing really stresses me out.
‐Is this why you're home early? ‐Not quite.
Rachel cussing out the masseuse
and getting us banned from the resort might have had a little something to do with it.
Grandpa: Hey, pal, whoa, whoa, before you go any further,
somebody told me to give this to you, and I...
I think you should read it out loud.
‐Yeah, it's for you. ‐(laughs)
I used to be a mailman.
"Uh, the reason we're home early
"is because I was in so much pain after my treatment,
"I needed to get the heck out of there, ASAP.
"Anyone who would willingly subject themselves
"to that stuff is a crazy person.
It was truly a nightmare."
(foghorn blares)
(audience cheering)
‐And there it is. ‐We got a...
‐A double nightmare! ‐(Byron chuckles)
‐(bell dings) ‐Announcer: Now you get to decide.
What part of Byron's body should we torment?
I hope it's a really pleasant massage.
They wouldn't have snakes at a spa, right?
‐Announcer: Now back to the scene. ‐Director: We're rolling!
Hello and welcome.
‐Thank you. Hey. ‐Hey. How you doing?
‐Good. Are you ready for your treatment? ‐Uh, yeah. Yeah.
‐Rachel: Yes. ‐Sweetie, are you here to support?
Oh, yeah. Oh, I'm definitely ready to support.
‐(chuckles nervously) ‐Yeah, I got your back.
‐Because he's gonna be in a lot of pain. ‐Really?
You are gonna get your armpits waxed.
‐(bell dinging) ‐(audience cheering)
It doesn't sound relaxing.
Oh, my goodness. (chuckles)
‐Here we go. ‐Okay. (laughs)
I'm not scared, but can Rachel hold my hand?
Rachel, is he a crybaby?
‐Definitely. Yeah. ‐Okay. (laughs)
I'm gonna need you to lift your arm up.
‐Let's do this. ‐Waxer: Oh, that looks really nice.
Byron: This is as relaxing as going to the dentist. Ha‐ha!
‐Aah! ‐Rachel: Oh, oh, oh!
‐Oh, yes. ‐Ooh.
Whoo!
‐Okay, okay. ‐Rachel: That's the stuff.
That's the worst of it?
Nope. (laughs) Nope.
Hold on. Okay, okay, okay.
‐Rachel: You got this. You got this, you got this. ‐(sputtering)
Oh, sweetie, welcome to my world.
Uh, relax.
So is it okay to do this to you?
Yes, yes, I'm ready to do this.
‐You ready? ‐Ha‐da‐da‐da‐da!
‐Rachel: You got it. ‐(screams)
(cheering)
Byron: Is it gone? Don't do it again!
‐Wow! ‐Oh, my goodness!
Rachel: Wow!
Aah‐da‐da‐da! Aah‐ha!
‐Here's the good news, sir. ‐What's up?
‐We're gonna do your other armpit. ‐Oh. (chuckles)
‐Yes! ‐Byron: I thought we were gonna be finished.
Oh, that's not‐‐ I wasn't ready for that. Aah.
Aah. Does anybody wanna take my place over there?
That guy has an amazing beard!
I see your beard! Oh!
Okay, okay, okay.
I'm relaxing. (screams)
Yes!
I don't know. Maybe it's down‐‐
I don't know where‐‐ It's right there.
(laughs)
(audience cheering)
Ah‐ha‐ha‐ho!
Blair: Is this why you're home early?
No. We left because my armpits got cold.
So, did you guys have fun?
‐No‐‐ ‐Oh, good. That's a relief.
I did. Grandpa taught me that if I ever have a problem with someone,
I shouldn't stuff it down into my emotional black hole.
It's important to let people know when you're upset with them.
And what else did I tell you?
(sighs) Never trust a woman who doesn't eat ribs with her hands.
You see, hon?
Blair didn't have fun, and Owen learned a lesson.
I told you nothing weird would happen if we left Grandpa in charge.
Joey Coconut: Yo!
The old folks' home might send some goons around,
asking if you've seen old Coconuts.
Just remember, you ain't seen nothin'.
Capiche?
And that's our show!
You guys have been a great audience!
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