♪ ♪
(indistinct chatter)
The tots look exquisite today.
And this apple is less brown than usual.
Um, excuse us?
Or just keep doing what you're doing.
(grunts) Oh, sorry. I was just stretching.
Keeping my body loose for the weekend.
Because... I'm finally taking
Spencer Blankenship's Modern Dance Seminar.
-Huh. Yep. Yeah, you are. -Who's Spencer Blankenship?
He's, like, the top modern dance instructor of this century.
And some of the last century.
One of his former students went on to become a backup dancer
for Gloria Estefan and the Miami Sound Machine,
which my mom said is a really big deal.
But aren't you worried the rhythm's gonna getcha?
I don't know. "Seminar" kinda sounds
like school, but on the weekend.
Yeah. Yuck. Hey.
My cousin Leslie got his minibike running again.
Why don't you blow this dancey thing off
and let's just do that.
Zeke, no. This seminar's
gonna launch my dancing career.
This is my destiny. Hey, I found out that people
are allowed to come and watch, if anyone's interested.
-Oh, hell yeah. -Zeke? You in?
(groans) Of course I'll come and support my boy.
Great. But maybe get some rest before you come support me.
Your energy is, like, down here,
and I need it to be, like, up here.
Hey, Jimmy Jr.,
ask your dance teacher if this is anything.
(grunting rhythmically)
I mean, it's something.
Great. Thanks, Frank. I'll take care of her for you.
Okay, then. Bye, Frank. That was my buddy Frank.
I-I gathered.
I'm borrowing his little fishing boat tomorrow.
The Wonder Dogs are playing a really good team,
the Bingham Bay Barracudas.
And the Wonder Dogs' only good pitcher is
still out with an injury,
so it'll probably be a bloodbath.
Uh, why are you so excited about that?
Because I'm gonna take the boat out behind the stadium
and see if I can fish out some home runs.
Aw, fun. Ball fishin'.
So the Barracudas are supposed to be really good, huh?
Yeah, the Barracudas are stacked.
A lot of their players could go on to the majors.
The majors is the highest league
-of baseball, Bob. -I knew that, Teddy. Thank you.
And if I get those balls signed,
they might be worth a lot of money someday.
-My ears are burning. -Hi, kids.
I want something that'll be worth a lot of money someday.
Come with me. I'm borrowing a boat tomorrow
and Sunday to fish some home runs out of the bay.
I'm in. I mean, I sorta stopped listening
after you said money, but I'm in.
Sounds good to me. My tan needs work.
I am a Pasty Patsy.
-I wanna go. I wanna go on a boat. -Great. Come.
So, everyone's going out on a boat,
-and I stay here by myself and work? -I think so?
-We'd just get in the way. -You do.
Sometimes we just block you
from wherever you're trying to walk.
-It's called "Block Dad." -Yeah, I don't like that.
You know, I've always wanted to get a home run ball,
ever since I was little. Whenever I went to a game,
it was all I could think about.
I've gotten close, but no luck.
This could be my chance.
Aw, my pappy and his dreams.
Okay, so you go one day and I'll go the other.
BOTH: I call first.
(exhales) We can arm wrestle for it.
Wait, that's not fair to me.
-Pick the pepper? -Yep.
(vocalizing)
They used to choose popes this way.
Uh, that one.
-Damn. Pepper. -Yes.
I mean, you'll have fun here tomorrow, Lin.
Okay, but I'm definitely going Sunday.
And I want an ice cream in a mini helmet.
-But you'll be in the water. -I still want it.
Well, count me out for this weekend.
Jimmy Jr. signed up for this two-day intensive
dance seminar, so I'm gonna go watch and support him.
He says this could make him a famous backup dancer.
And who knows? Maybe I'll become a famous backup...
singer, and we'll be a famous backup couple.
♪ Backup, backup singing ♪
♪ Backup, backup dancing ♪
♪ Backup singing, backup dancing ♪
♪ Oh, yeah. ♪
-Damn. -Don't forget us
when you're at the top. The top of the back.
Hey, Zeke. Isn't this exciting?
Yeah. So exciting.
This could be the beginning of big things for Jimmy Jr.,
and whoever gets to go on tour with him.
Uh-huh. Yeah. (chuckles)
Where my modern dance fans at?
Oh, uh, right here?
We're here to watch a friend.
Or something more, for some of us.
-Flips Whitefudge. -What's a Flips Whitefudge?
-I'm a Flips Whitefudge. -Are you a dancer, too?
Oh, I don't know. (grunting rhythmically)
-Dang. -Are you taking the seminar?
Nah. Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.
I wish. This is for under 18.
I would've loved to be taught by Spencer Blankenship,
but I'm 18... and a half.
-Really? -In dance years.
-I'm under 30, bro. -Hello, students. I'm Spencer Blankenship,
but you already knew that.
-Yeah, we did. -Some other things
you probably know: my star pupil,
Declan Duggan, was a backup dancer
for Gloria Estefan and the Miami Sound Machine.
FLIPS: GE and the MSM?
What you may not know, is not all of you will make it.
In fact, most of you will fail.
A little rough.
Uh, I think he's being inspiring,
With scary words?
So, we will work, we will sweat,
we will mop up the sweat after each day
because we have been asked to do that.
And at the end of the weekend, I will give every one of you
a full critique and tell you if you have a shot in
this business, or if you have no chance in hell.
Now let's start off with something fun and easy.
Scoop arm into hip sway. Two, three, four...
(grunting rhythmically)
Scoop and sway.
That's a half scoop. I'm not on a diet.
Give me a full scoop. Oh...
-that scoop is floppy. -Uh, it is?
Yeah, you're doing this, which is...
(trilling): floppy.
Uh, I'm-- I was just trying to put a little
of my own flair on it.
Students, you know the phrase
"dance to the beat of your own drum"?
Well, it's dumb, and it's dangerous.
People who dance to the beat of their own drum don't
get to be Gloria Estefan and the Miami Sound Machine's
backup dancers.
They end up dead. To me, to the industry,
and to everyone who ever believed in them.
And some of them end up dead!
We're gonna have so much fun this weekend.
I didn't say stop, keep dancing.
Still floppy. Still floppy.
-Oh, boy. -Um, well,
Jimmy Jr. must be glad he's getting
so much feedback so early.
-Is that sweat or tears or, um...? -I think it's both.
-♪ ♪ -Okay, not bad.
Not good, but not bad.
Better than Floppy Scoops over here.
Jimmy Jr.'s got a nickname.
Floppy Scoops. That's fun, right?
Yeah, probably not damaging to his delicate
little psyche at all. I'm gonna look somewhere else.
Oh, a candy wrapper.
I'll check that out for a little bit.
Okay, guys, have fun fishin' balls
out of the sea, my little Moby Dicks.
-We will. -Captain Ahabs.
-Captain Wha-habs? -The balls would be
-Moby Dicks, Li... Never mind. -(bell jingles)
Don't be vulgar, Bob.
Wish me luck on my tanning journey.
And wish me luck on my journey to get rich
selling memorabilia to sports dorks.
Good luck. And hey, wish me luck not burning down the restaurant.
Ha. Just kidding, I'll put it out.
TEDDY: Looks like a few other people had the same idea.
But we're the only ones with a motor.
I mean, technically, you're right.
Hey, buddy! This is a no-wake zone!
-Yeah! -This should be a good spot.
-Are we gonna drop anchor? -Dad,
you just gotta hold it, I think.
That's not what-- Forget it.
No anchoring for us, Bob.
We gotta be ready to move wherever the balls land.
Yeah. We gotta be ready to pounce.
Excuse me, I gotta get this hot son some hot sun.
It is really sunny. I should have brought a hat.
-Did anyone bring sunscreen? -Nope. -No.
Mom slathered us up at home. Against my wishes.
I brought this to help us know when a ball is coming.
GENE: Or we could listen to soft jazz.
ANNOUNCER 1: And it's a beautiful day
here at Wonder Wharf Baseball Park.
ANNOUNCER 2: It sure is, and we've got a packed house
here to watch the Bingham Bay Barracudas
barbecue the Wonder Dogs, but
Ira Sabatino, the Wonder Dog ace pitcher,
is coming off the injured list today.
-So maybe they'll lose by less. -Exactly, Phil.
Ira Sabatino is back?
Eh, might not be as many homers as we were hoping.
Well, maybe the Wonder Dogs guy will throw bad,
so there are home runs?
Dad, you can be an announcer.
-Listen to you. -Mm.
So anyway, I'm alone here today.
But that's okay. I like it when it's slow
and I'm the only one here.
I make up little games and stuff to pass the time.
I can pretend I'm a famous person
who got a normal person job
to bring me back down to earth if I want.
Ha-ha. Anyway, Ginger, call me when you get this.
-Bye, hon. -(bell jingles)
Oh, hi. I'm just a normal, common person.
Or am I?
-♪ ♪ -Okay, I am not going to
learn your names, but don't feel bad.
You're all my precious students that I call "you."
So if I'm looking at you and I say "you," that's you.
Yes, you. Now I'm looking at you.
Do it better. You, tighten it up.
Are you a dancer or a pile of noodles?
Um, a dancer?
And have you told your arms and legs they're not noodles?
-What? Um, you're... -Tell them.
You're not noodles.
Okay, now I'm gonna tell them. You're not noodles!
Ooh, I would not wanna be that guy.
Floppy Scoops, noodle arms...
belongs outside of a car dealership.
Huh? Huh?
Sorry, I can't high-five that. That's my boy.
Oh, dang. Sorry. He's really good.
Also, uh, people like noodles.
And Jimmy Jr. is
just getting constructive criticism
that's gonna take him to the next level.
Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
Yo, I'm gonna hit the vending machines.
Anybody want a snickety snack?
No, Flips Whitefudge! Sorry. Sorry.
♪ Scoop it, scoop it, keep on scoopin' it ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Scoop it, scoop it, keep on scoopin' it ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Ooh... Hyah! ♪
♪ Scoop it, scoop it, keep on scoopin' it ♪
♪ Scoop, scoop, scoop. ♪
LINDA: I'm a genius.
-(crowd cheering) -Outside of the Wonder Dogs
bunting in the only run of the game,
this has been a real pitchers' duel.
BOB: Ugh, why did the Wonder Dogs' best
pitcher have to come back today?
It's fun to be so mad when our team does well.
ANNOUNCER 1: Oh. Schulthise got a piece of that one.
It's gonna touch the sky.
-Get ready, Teddy! -This is it! -Ah!
ANNOUNCER 2: And the second baseman
gets under it to end the game.
That one was high, but did not go far.
-Like me in high school. -ANNOUNCER 1: Burt, don't.
-What? No! -The game's over?
There's only nine innings?
BOB: Stupid baseball!
But I mean, it's nice out here, right?
-Is it? -I'm beau-ti-ful.
Doesn't that make us all happy?
Okay, everybody, bring it in.
We're done for today.
You should all be proud of yourselves,
if your name is you.
No, not you. You.
To the rest of you, you need to show me that you want this.
'Cause right now, I'm not seeing it.
Right now, I see you all just having
boring, non-dancing jobs.
Like you. Name a boring, non-dancing job.
Uh... a-astronaut?
Yes. So, unless you can tighten it up,
you should maybe just be an astronaut.
Yeah, I hate astronauts.
Now, remember, I will be critiquing you all
at the end of tomorrow.
You want a good critique.
So go home, rest, turn off your devices,
you're allowed to cry for ten minutes,
drink the exact amount
of water that you cried, and then focus on dance.
Oh, God, I can't take this anymore.
Oh, I don't think we have to turn off our devices.
Take a look. This is my cousin Leslie
when he was our age.
Okay, that's nice.
He loved to modern dance more than anything.
So he took this seminar a few years ago,
-and Spencer Blankenship broke him. -What?
Spencer broke my cousin Leslie. It's what he does.
Why didn't you say anything before?
I wanted to tell Jimmy Jr. about this,
but I didn't wanna be negative.
We can't let him come tomorrow.
We can't let him get critiqued by that man.
It'll crush his precious spirit, damn it.
Yeah, I hear you, but what if he goes home tonight
and cries just the right amount, and tomorrow is the big
turnaround, where Jimmy Jr. proves he has
what it takes, and his backup dreams come true?
And I get to fly on a backup private jet.
-Tina, come on. -Okay, yeah, you're right.
We should talk to him.
J-Ju, can we, uh, chitchat for a sec?
Guys, can it wait?
I just wanna go home, turn off my devices,
get my cry water ready and prepare for tomorrow.
It's real important, J-Ju.
I don't feel like talking, Zeke.
It's been a long day and I just wanna focus, focus, focus.
Okay, but, Jimmy Jr....
-No buts, Tina. -Yes buts.
-I'm going home, guys. -We can walk with you.
-My mom's picking me up! -We'll call you later then.
-I'm turning off all my devices. -Dang it, J-Ju! Dang it!
Maybe brunch tomorrow then?
Yo, yo, yo. I'll go to b-runch with you guys.
All right. Goin' out on the water.
Sunday fun day for Linda.
Aw, poor Bob. No home run balls and a sunburn.
-Sounds like a country album. -Not poor Bob.
I actually loved not catching any balls
and having a bright red face.
-I-It's great. -Well, maybe Louise, Gene and I
will have better luck.
I mean, it can't be any worse.
I'm gonna work on my back today.
By tonight, I'll look like a perfect
baked potato ready to be covered in bacon!
"Irregular penis face"? Mother.
-Bravo. I love you more now. -Thank you.
-Wait, has it always said that? -No. No, it hasn't.
Tina, are you sure you don't wanna come with us?
It's gotta be more fun than your father makes it sound.
No, I have to go to day two of Jimmy Jr.'s modern dance
seminar so Zeke and I can talk him
out of going to his modern dance seminar.
What? Why do you wanna talk him out of it?
The instructor is a little... awful.
Zeke thinks the guy's gonna
make Jimmy Jr. want to stop dancing forever.
-Oh, no. -Yeah.
Maybe this guy is right, though,
and Jimmy Jr. doesn't have what it takes.
I mean, this teacher seems legit.
And Gloria Estefan can't be wrong, can she?
-No, she cannot. -But maybe we shouldn't let this guy
crush Jimmy Jr.'s dream in front of a bunch
of strangers in tight pants?
Morning, everybody. You guys ready for
a lovely day on the water where we don't get mad at anyone
if the home run situation is disappointing?
If today's Wonderdog pitcher is as good
as yesterday's, I'm gonna find out where he lives
and hire someone to give him an irregular penis face.
Fair enough.
Ugh, where is Zeke?
We were supposed to get here early
so we could both talk to-- Jimmy Jr.,
you're here. Now. Before Zeke.
Yeah, sorry I didn't answer any of your calls, Tina,
or read any of your many, many texts last night.
I was getting in the zone, and I'm currently
in the zone, as you can probably tell.
Oh, totally. Yeah, wow...
So what did you want to talk to me about?
Uh... (chuckles nervously)
Oh, look, there's Zeke. Zeke will tell you the thing.
J-Ju... you remember my cousin Leslie?
Yeah. Hey, Leslie. Cool minibike.
I thought it would be...
-mini-er. -Thanks.
Zeke told me what was going on
with you and the seminar,
and I was all like, "Dude, what?"
I should be focusing.
Can I maybe talk to you guys after the seminar?
No, you need to hear this.
I don't like to brag, but I was a good dancer.
-Damn good. Sorry I cussed. -It's true.
He had a natural joy that flowed through every movement.
I took this seminar. I wanted to get to the next level,
but Spencer Blankenship, he beat that joy out of me.
And that critique thing he does at the end?
That was the nail in my modern dancing coffin.
I hung up my dance pants after that day.
Except for laundry day, I wear them then. But I don't dance.
So what do you say, J-Ju? Let's get outta here.
-Huh? Come on. Let's get. -No, Zeke. I see what this is.
Two friends who care about you? And their cousin Leslie?
You guys don't think I can cut the mustard as a dancer.
-No, that's not, um... -You cut all the mustard.
Except, you know, when it's defined
by conventional standards.
Spencer may have been tough on me yesterday,
but that just means I have to work extra hard
to prove myself to him.
And then he'll give me a good critique, and then
I'm back on my backup dancer path.
So you guys can either support me or dis-port me.
-So, goodbye. -Crap!
What do we do? What do we do?
How about this: Leslie, we ride in there,
grab Jimmy Jr., throw him across the back of this thing,
take him to someplace safe and warm and give him some soup.
-He loves soup. -That could work. Leslie?
I can't do that thing where you ride up stairs.
Also, I have to go. I'm using this to help someone move.
It's okay, they have a tiny house.
TEDDY: No action in the first inning.
Hope it's not gonna be another slow day.
My back is getting some action. "Backtion."
ANNOUNCER 1: And a fastball thrown right over the plate is hit deep.
-It's gone. -LINDA: Oh. Oh!
Yes! Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball!
Teddy, go! Beat them! Use motor!
-Go fast! -Go, Teddy, go, Teddy, go!
-TEDDY: Right, right, right. -Aah! What's happening?!
Ha-ha-ha! Yes! Yes! Yes!
-I got it! -Yay, Louise!
Eat it! All of you, eat it!
Sorry, just got excited there. Sorry.
The Barracudas are finally gettin' something going.
Like me after my doctor started me
-on fiber supplements. -ANNOUNCER 1: Too much.
-(bell jingles) -Damn it.
-Well, good afternoon to you, too. -Oh, hey, Mort.
Busy day, huh? Can I get on the wait-list?
Heh. Very funny.
Thank you. One burger of the day, please.
Comin' right up.
ANNOUNCER 2: Another towering shot into the ocean.
Oh, come on!
You know, there are other stations.
Or, wanna listen to my pre-funeral playlist?
Does that thing have an aux in?
No, thank you, Mort. I'm fine. I'm calm.
There's probably not gonna be any more.
-ANNOUNCER 1: Another bomb. -Aah!
-ANNOUNCER 2: The Barracudas are breaking loose. -No!
TINA: Oh, boy.
Jimmy Jr.'s looking a little more dead inside than usual.
You can literally see the joy draining out of him.
-How do we get him out of here? -Should I pull the fire alarm?
Should we just tackle Spencer and go from there?
Or tie his shoelaces together? Damn, he's wearin' slip-ons.
Damn it, Spencer.
ALL: Four home run balls! Four home run balls!
So many home runs. That guy has one.
That guy's got one.
That guy's just fishing, like an idiot.
Oh, wait. He got a ball, too.
Also, pretty good steering of the boat.
Only hit one kayak that anyone noticed.
ANNOUNCER 1: Another home run ball sails into the ocean.
The Wonder Dogs' pitching has completely fallen apart
here at the bottom of the order.
It's like Christmas over here, but with soggy baseballs.
Hey, rowboat, you want this one?
-(thuds) -MAN: Ow.
Oh. Sorry!
ANNOUNCER 1: The Wonder Dogs have already
-given up nine home runs, -(Bob groaning)
and we're not even out of the fifth.
I think maybe this just isn't the sport for you.
SPENCER: So, in conclusion,
you're bad at this, but the good news is
your kicks are okay.
So maybe you could do karate, or just kick stuff?
Next up we have... you.
Oh, my God, it's happening. It's happening.
Oh, no! No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Wait, you're doing the tackling thing?
I wasn't ready! I wasn't ready!
No! Stop! Uh, hi.
Um, sorry I shouted and ran over here.
But now since everyone is
staring at me, uh, Mr. Blankenship,
please don't critique Jimmy Jr.
Tina, what are you doing?
Yeah, what are you talking about, whoever you are?
Everyone here paid to hear my critique.
It is invaluable. So you're stealing.
-You're stealing from them. -Jimmy Jr., please.
Don't let this guy crush your soul.
-Yeah, what she said. -Guys, stop.
Just because Leslie took this seminar and didn't
make it as a backup dancer doesn't mean I can't.
-Who's Leslie? -Oh, I don't know...
the best student you ever broke!
Okay, this has gone on long enough.
Yeah, guys. Stay or leave,
but I'm getting my critique.
By the way, I didn't mean you're next,
-I meant you're next. -Oh.
I feel like maybe name tags would have been helpful.
LOUISE: Ah. Best baseball game ever.
All of baseball should be from a boat.
-Hey, is that... No. Bob? -Hey, everyone!
What are you doing out here?
-Where did you get that boat? -It's a kayak! I rented it!
I'm here to get some home runs.
What? What a-- What about the restaurant?
-I closed it! Yes! -Really?
It's not fair, Linda. You came on a better day.
You're looking a little wobbly, Bob.
It's-- It's just the waves, Teddy. I'm fine.
No, it looks like you're wiggling your butt.
I'm not wiggling my butt. The ocean is wiggling.
Then why are the other kayaks perfectly still?
Yeah, Dad. Just stop wiggling.
-I am! I'm trying to! -ANNOUNCER: Surprise, surprise!
-Another home run for the Barracudas. -Ha-ha! Yes!
Come to papa. Whoa, whoa, whoa-- Aah!
LINDA: Bob!
-Dad overboard. -Cold! Cold! Cold!
Damn it, that was mine. (screaming)
-How do you get back in?! -Hang on, buddy, we'll save you!
-Oh, here comes another one. -Be right there, Bob.
(straining)
Got it! Yes!
This is not what I was imagining.
-It's not? -Mom, throw him a ball.
He can pretend he caught it.
No, you-you don't have to do that.
-(bat cracks) -LINDA: Oh! Another one.
-Bob! -Yes!
This one's mine! (grunting)
Whoa. Fine.
-Take it. -(cackling)
I got it!
-It's sad how much he needs this. -Is he gonna drown?
-LOUISE: Maybe. But he'll drown so happy. -LINDA: Okay, let's go get him.
All right, you, it's your turn, so here's what I wrote.
You already know this, because it's your nickname.
Floppy scoops. Noodle arms. Um...
Here's some other stuff I wrote, uh...
"confusing hips, unrelated feet, mad at rhythm."
He's dying. I'm watching him die.
Jimmy Jr. Don't listen to him!
Oh, great. Just great. This again.
I think the interrupting seminar is next weekend.
No! I don't need it.
And, Jimmy Jr., you don't need this.
Maybe he's right, maybe you are a little unconventional.
He had me convinced that you were never gonna make it
as a backup dancer. But you know what?
That's because maybe you're not meant to be a backup dancer!
Maybe you're meant to be a front-up dancer.
Maybe Floppy Scoops are gonna be the next big move.
When you do it, you're doing your own thing,
and that's inspiring.
And it inspires me to do my own thing.
I've watched you dance a lot. More than you know.
And it's special. Maybe this guy doesn't see it
because he's not even looking for it.
But other people will. I do.
I mean, I didn't for a second,
but I do now again.
So just don't let one person stop you from being floppy.
-Damn, Tina. -That was powerful.
-No, it wasn't. -Yes, it was.
-Oops. -(dance music playing)
Dance, noodle boy, dance.
What-- What's happening?
Don't do that. Stop it. Stop it right now.
-No. -SPENCER: Yes!
Hey, no clapping. No, no, no, no, no. No, stop.
-Everybody, stop. -ZEKE: Yeah!
What are you doing? S--
No, no, no. Hey, hey, hey, hey, now. Wait a minute.
This is my thing.
You stop that music. Stop that music.
Hey, Tina, that was amazing.
Check out my boy, doing what he does.
-(Spencer shouting) -TINA: Look at those noodles go.
♪ Floppy scoops, noodle arms ♪
♪ I'm in a trance, you front-up dancer ♪
♪ Floppy scoops, noodle arms ♪
♪ You are the answer, you front-up dancer ♪
♪ Don't let anybody out there tell you ♪
♪ What you're doing is sloppy ♪
♪ I like arms just like I like my carbs ♪
Noodles.
♪ I like my scoops extra floppy ♪
♪ Floppy scoops, noodle arms. ♪
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