(upbeat music)
♪♪ ♪♪
Yeah! (grunts)
Tanya, get in on this!
Yo, I can't play right now. I'm working on my beats.
What? You're making new beats?
I wanna hear! ♪♪ ♪♪
‐Ooh. ‐Hell yeah.
I'm almost done with my new EP.
It goes up on my SoundCloud tomorrow.
Check this shit out.
KEVIN: Ooh, you better send me that link.
Ooh‐ooh‐ooh! (gasps)
‐Oh, God! ‐Whoa!
‐My beats!
‐That bird stole my beats! ‐Not your sick beats!
Kevin, slingshot! (grunts)
Rrr, whoo!
(dramatic music)
‐(shrieks) ‐Yeah!
‐Ha, yes!
‐No! ‐Oh, shit.
Did not think that through.
Ohh...this is exactly how my iPad got broken.
♪♪ ♪♪
TANYA: (groans)
All my beats, gone... like smoke in the wind.
Tanya, no, don't use sad imagery.
It's not like I thought my music
would get famous or anything.
I just didn't think it would
get destroyed by a falcon, you know?
You can't prepare for these things.
Tanya, I am so sorry.
I never should've tried to kill that falcon.
Wait...you were trying to kill it?
Oh, was that not the objective?
I mean, either way I feel bad, but not for that falcon.
No, it's not your fault, Kevin.
I can probably remake those beats anyway, right?
I just have to file a claim with my renter's insurance,
get a new laptop, rerecord all the instruments and vocals,
then arrange and mix everything all over again.
That'll take a few months tops, right?
I got this!
Well, um, what if you had help from other musicians?
‐Like who? ‐Well, I was in a band
in high school, and Kevin can snap really well.
‐(snapping) ‐We could be your band.
(intense rock chords)
My band, all right‐‐this is either a really good idea,
or it's gonna make everything much worse.
‐Mm. 50/50. ‐50/50?
All right, them's good odds. Let's do this!
♪♪ ♪♪
ERNESTO: So that's how renter's insurance works?
They just give you a free laptop?
Well, there's a deductible,
and something bad has to happen to your original laptop.
Like a giant bird attack.
Yep, giant birds, theft, zombie apocalypse‐‐
it covers all kinds of stuff.
ERNESTO: Huh, interesting.
Who wants a beer?
Ahh! All right, let's rock and roll!
TANYA: Two, three, four.
(funky music)
♪♪ ♪♪
Nice, guys. That was really decent.
That was perfect! Right, guys?
‐(laughs) I mean, come on. ‐Yeah, it was really good.
Ernesto, you could play a little bit slower on the intro.
‐Oh, uh, okay, yeah. ‐Other than that, amazing.
‐What about me? ‐Kevin, you were dope.
‐No complaints. ‐Noice!
Go again? Wait, question.
Should we smoke a little weed first?
‐Yeah! ‐Ha‐ha!
TANYA: Two, three, four.
♪♪ ♪♪
♪♪ Dum, dum, dum ♪♪
(off‐key) ♪♪ In the summertime ♪♪
‐Sorry, was that not working? ‐Not at all.
This is actually more of like an instrumental track.
‐(phone dings) ‐Shit!
‐You gotta be shitting me! ‐What happened?
My greatest internet music rival
is releasing a stupid album tomorrow!
‐Shit! ‐Look at this!
‐ERNESTO: Ban‐ya? ‐Banya.
That's my rival's name.
‐Like Tanya with a B? ‐Exactly.
This son of a gun copies me in every dang way.
He steals my beats. He replicates my visual style.
He's totally ripping me off!
Yeah, he even took your name.
The name is actually a coincidence.
But everything else is completely fucked up!
‐Fuck Banya! ‐Yeah, fuck you, Banya!
And now he's releasing his album before me?
Damn it! I'm losing my cool over this.
‐Where's my whiskey? ‐In the whiskey bag.
‐Ahh... ‐(bottle shatters)
It's time to get serious, boys.
Ernesto, no more singing.
Seems like a mistake, but all right.
TANYA: Two, three, four!
(funky music)
♪♪ ♪♪
♪♪ Suh, suh, summertime ♪♪
Ernesto!
Shoot, sorry, m‐my bad.
What the heck is this summertime business?
I don't know. it's just, like...
coming to me in the moment.
I‐I think I get lost in the music.
Do you think maybe we could just work it into the mix?
No, dude, it's an instrumental track.
And it's completely unrelated to summer.
‐Oh, no. ‐What?
This is my high school band all over again.
It was junior year.
Everything in band was going great.
But then one day, our drummer turned to me and was like‐‐
Ernesto, we've decided you're out of the band.
We decided instead of two guitars,
we'll have a tambourine instead.
And then this guy walked in holding a tambourine,
and he was like‐‐
Hey, I'm Joey Tambourine.
And I was like, hey, Joey Tambourine, fuck you.
‐In fact, fuck all of you. ‐(feedback whine)
I quit, and I swear to never be in a band again‐‐ever!
And then I left.
It was your idea to be in my band, dude.
(sighs) I know.
I guess I must've repressed that memory
due to the extreme anger I was feeling at the time,
but now...
(sighs) I'm sorry, Tanya.
I've learned so much from being in this band with you,
but I think it's time for me to go solo.
It's been 35 minutes.
It just feels like the moment is right.
I'm gonna start my own band outside on the patio.
‐I hope you guys understand. ‐I totally don't.
Yeah, you're being crazy right now.
Well, I hope you'll understand eventually.
Goodbye.
Until I need more beer.
Hey, that's my bass. You can't take it.
Okay. I need an instrument, though.
Take the kazoo.
Seriously, dude?
Mm‐mm?
All right, from the top. Two, three, four!
(somber music)
Okay, nice. Cool.
(blowing on kazoo)
You know what I like about you, Kevin?
‐Is it my charm? ‐Well, obviously your charm.
I knew it.
But also, you're a team player.
You don't try to be, like, the star.
That's because I know I'm a star.
‐I don't have to prove it. ‐Exactly.
Not like some people, Banya, Ernesto in many ways,
that fucking falcon!
I think Ernesto's just afraid of rejection.
What, so he preemptively rejects us first?
‐Exactly. ‐Ugh!
Well, there is some good news.
I think we're almost done with the album.
‐Really? ‐Yeah!
We've got, I'd say, four, five more hours tops.
Oh, okay.
Hey.
‐Hey, dude. ‐Oh, hey.
How's your new band?
Ugh, it's actually incredible.
Everything is going really well.
‐Really? ‐(laughs) Yeah.
I mean, I have no reason to say otherwise.
Actually, I'm here to recruit new members.
Kevin, could you play drums on my new track?
Mm, I guess so.
Kevin, you're already in my band!
I can be in two bands! Don't box in my creativity.
Fine, but we're recording the next Tanya track in 12 minutes.
And I need you back here.
My band doesn't really do schedules.
It's more of a chill, artistic experience.
Well, okay.
Whoo! All right, let's do this!
Ha‐ha, so exciting!
Two, three, four!
‐(playing kazoo) ‐(snapping)
Kevin, let's go. It's time.
Kevin, hey, could I borrow you again in,
I don't know, 15 minutes or so?
Yeah, no problem.
I can easily juggle both of my friends' expectations.
(strained laugh)
Cheers.
Two, three, four!
♪♪ ♪♪
‐Kevin. ‐(groans)
‐(playing kazoo) ‐(snapping)
‐Kev! ‐(groans)
Kev, dog.
Woof, woof.
‐(sighs) ‐K‐Town!
KEVIN: Be right there.
(sighs)
Kevarino bombino, fee fi fofino!
Wow.
‐Kevin. ‐(whimpers)
TANYA: Whoo, Kevin, let's go, hey!
‐ERNESTO: Kevin. ‐Uh, Kev.
Okay, no problem.
‐(groans) ‐Oh, Kev‐an.
‐Be right there. ‐Señor K‐Town.
‐(sighs) ‐K‐K‐K‐K‐Kevin.
BOTH: K‐K‐K‐K‐Kev.
Oh, Kevin.
Ah!
‐Kevin! ‐Kevin!
‐Dude, are you alive? ‐Kevin, talk to us.
Did the rhythm get you?
‐I‐I need... ‐What is it, old friend?
I need a sports drink.
Yellow flavor.
Sports drink, yellow flavor. I'm on it.
Oof, ah!
Looks like I'm on it!
Two, three, four!
(grunts)
Pow!
(dramatic music)
‐ERNESTO: We should get chips. ‐We have chips at home.
‐Let's get him this one. ‐No, he said yellow flavor.
Blue is better. It has better vitamins.
Dude, none of them have vitamins.
Except for the blue one. It's the special version.
It's from the arctic.
It's the exact same shit!
It's just sugar and food coloring.
Fine, looks like I'm getting kicked out of this band, too.
Huh, what band?
The band of getting sports drinks.
‐It's a metaphor. ‐Ernesto.
That metaphor barely makes sense.
And I was never gonna kick you out of the band.
‐You weren't? ‐No, dude!
We sounded badass!
You just kept singing about summertime for some reason.
That's my poetic nature.
It just gets the best of me sometimes.
Well, if you can be a little less poetic,
‐you can be in the band again. ‐Really?
I mean, unless your solo project is going well.
Check this out.
‐It's actually not bad. ‐(kazoo music)
(people shouting)
Sir, ma'am, you're gonna need to exit the store.
‐But our sports drinks. ‐Hold the phone.
(chill music)
Yeah!
‐Whoo! ‐Whoo!
All right, you can stay.
♪♪ ♪♪