Cami, careful!
My ankle's still broken
from when I did my triple twist in gymnastics class.
I heard you got a blister standing in line to register.
It's hard to remember details when your body is in shock.
Sorry I'm late.
I needed some extra prep time.
To ruin your hair?
I'm breaking a slump.
My hockey playoffs start tonight, and I've been playing terribly.
I need something drastic to change my luck.
There's drastic, and then there's criminal.
Uh, can you two save your buddy banter for after the show?
And... we're on.
Good morning, Wratherheads.
We thought we'd kick off today with a very romantic question.
Would you rather hug an angry cat
or kiss a filthy rat?
You Wrathers are making all kinds of bad fashion decisions today.
You want some of this?
You don't scare me.
Yes, you do.
Vote now, Wratherheads.
And no comments on Ollie's outfit.
My mom's making him wear it for his class picture day.
I looked so adorable in that thing when I was his age.
Now he has to wear it.
Adorable?
I remember one person teased you so much
you ran home crying.
Hey, my grandma's a pistol.
If you're gonna wear shorts,
you better have the knees to back 'em up.
Oh, look. The votes are in.
Hug an angry cat it is!
Ollie, you sure you want to do this?
He's got some pretty big claws.
The bigger the claws, the bigger the hugs.
That's not a saying.
I just said it.
Okay then, here we go!
-[cat screeches] -Ah! Ah!
Not me, Ollie!
Sorry, Fred.
-[cat meows] -Ow! Ow, ow, ow!
Cat!
[gasps] My favorite pants!
-Cooper! -I'm sorry.
-Good kitty. Pretty kitty. -[cat snarls]
-[cat screeches] -[scratching, ripping]
Told you he was a hugger.
[theme music playing]
♪ Would you rather lose your phone ♪
♪ Or give up pizza for a month ♪
♪ Share your diary with the world ♪
♪ Or have to eat it for your lunch ♪
♪ Sing out of tune to your friends ♪
♪ Or trip and fall into your crush ♪
♪ Shave your head, paint it red ♪
♪ Or use your dog's toothbrush ♪
♪ We need a little Q and A ♪
♪ Come on Wratherheads, play along ♪
♪ Would you rather do this ♪
♪ Or would you rather do that ♪
♪ Would you rather do that ♪
♪ Don't matter what we do ♪
♪ We're doing it with you ♪
♪ I'd rather do that ♪
♪ Ask the world! Would you rather do this ♪
♪ Would you rather do this ♪
♪ Or would you rather just dance ♪
♪ No matter what we do We're doing it with you ♪
♪ I'd rather do that ♪
Ask the world!
♪ Would you rather do that? ♪
[indistinct chatter]
Settle down, social committee.
The school has given us
500 bucks for our next social event.
Well, 480.
I needed a new gavel.
How about a dance?
Oh, Clare, so close.
But what's better than a dance?
A dance where you can win something.
How about a dance-a-thon?
[loud banging]
Worth every penny.
Now we need an awesome theme.
I'll get the ball rolling by suggesting Hawaiian luau.
Or we could do a winter wonderland.
Or we could all remember we live in Minnesota.
Anybody else?
Yes!
Uh, sorry, I don't think I know you.
That's okay, I don't know you either.
I think that's because I'm new here.
Great, so do you have an idea and a name?
Yes, and yes. Delaware.
What kind of idea is that?
No, that's my name.
My idea is a street robot-toga party theme.
Your name is Delaware?
Yep. Well, that's of course my nickname.
My real name is Arizona.
-My mom named me after her favorite-- -State?
Aunt. Aunt Arizona, she's so cool.
She lives in Oregon.
It's a small town in Missouri.
Okay.
Um, getting back to your idea.
Explain it to me as if I thought you were bonkers
and had no idea what you were talking about.
It's past meets future.
We used to be ruled by Romans in togas,
and we're soon to be ruled by robots.
What do they both have in common?
Say it with me: dance!
Did she say it too?
I couldn't hear because I was talking.
I still like winter wonderland.
-Under the sea! -No, but...
[all chattering]
Guys!
I think Jack was on to something when he said luau.
Wait, but I didn't say--
Jack, just take the compliment.
All in favor of luau, say aye.
[all] Aye!
All right, luau it is.
-[thud] -[gasps]
All in favor of taking Clare to the nurse?
[mouthing] Sorry.
-[buzzer] -[cheering]
Chew on that, South Plains! Boom!
Take that, slump! Boom!
You did great out there.
Let me get my star some water.
Can you get me some extra dino sauce?
Don't ever think about becoming a nurse.
Finally, the old Cooper is back.
If we win tomorrow, we go to the finals!
Wolverines! [howls]
[all howling]
[howls, coughs]
Ah. Why couldn't you be the North Plains Cows?
I'm a much better moo-er.
Talk about a good end to a horrible day.
Cat attack,
breaking your crutch,
making it up to you by pulling you around school in that wagon.
You know, your Pop-Pop
went in and out of slumps when he bowled.
One time, after having a horrible day,
he bowled his best game.
He thought it was the universe making it up to him,
so he kept repeating that horrible day, hoping to get the same result.
Great story.
Does it end with me getting dino sauce?
No.
Congratulations, see you at home.
Bye, Fred!
I'm totally doing Pop-Pop's thing.
If I repeat my horrible day,
then I could get the same results.
I like it.
Now lead me to the rink, my good man.
I wanna feel the ice on my tootsies.
Hey, Cami. What do you think of my wagon?
I think I want to find a steep hill.
Morning, Fred. I like the upgrades.
While you're riding your winning streak,
I thought I'd ride in style.
Ow!
You get the idea.
Hey, I thought we weren't doing the show today.
If I want to win my game later,
I need to repeat all the horrible things that happened yesterday.
Including the cat attack.
Sorry I have to miss that,
but I have a dance-a-thon to plan.
If you can believe it, some new girl wanted a robot-toga party.
[Fred] I can believe it.
I look great in a toga.
And that's why we're not having a robot-toga party.
Hey, Wratherheads.
If it's cool with you guys,
I need to do yesterday's question
with the same result.
I'll explain later.
So, would you rather hug an angry cat
or kiss a filthy rat?
[cat snarls]
Thanks for putting on the suit again, Ollie.
I love three things:
my brother, Wolverines hockey, and cat violence.
The votes are in. Thanks, Wratherheads.
-[exhales] -[cat growls]
Here we go, angry cat.
[cat screeches]
[groans] Ahh!
Yes!
Now's when I break Fred's crutch.
Step on Ollie's toys.
-[toys squeaking] -Ow, ow, ow!
Fingers crossed this blister heals before the dance.
I've got some great rubber ducky bed sheets
that'll make my toga lit.
Look at you, fancy lady.
Didn't you get all dressed up yesterday, too?
Mom, I'm not dressed up. They're just clothes.
These earrings match, right?
Yes.
Listen, I know you're at that age
when you don't want to share stuff with your mom--
Oh, good, so we're all on the same page.
Pass the cereal, please.
Charlotte, I'm really sorry.
[screams]
Yes!
Again, seriously, couldn't feel worse.
Cooper, what is wrong with you?
Cooper!
What is happening?
I'm doing the Pop-Pop thing!
Come and get me, kitty!
[cat growls]
-Ah! Ah! -[cat screeches]
Get off my son, you relatively tiny cat.
[cat screeches]
[Cooper] I hope Pop-Pop was right.
[buzzer]
Pop-Pop was right! We're going to the finals!
That's my son!
That's my son.
Not the one in the wagon.
Way to go, Coop!
[horn plays "Charge"]
I just put that in.
You know it's cool 'cause everyone's staring at me.
And there's gonna be a punch bowl
shaped like an actual volcano.
Does it erupt in people's faces?
I'm trying to throw a party,
not send kids to the E.R.
I like the E.R.
Janet gives me lollipops.
[knocking]
Delaware, what are you doing?
Standing in your doorway
answering your question about what I'm doing!
I have something to tell you.
Okay, what is it?
I'm gonna be honest.
I forgot, but I'll get it back.
It just takes a second when I'm overexcited.
Okay, well, I'm kind of sort of busy.
-So-- -Retrace steps.
Riding my bike, taking nap in the yard,
getting yelled at for taking a nap
in that lady's yard. [shouting] Got it!
Wow, that was loud.
Okay, what is it?
I was researching our luau,
and found this.
Some people may see a metallic street performer
buying a frozen banana from a Hawaiian food truck,
but I see...
Robots at a luau.
Yes!
But your face is kind of saying no.
Sorry.
Fair enough, just throwing it out there.
Hanging with the social committee
has cracked open this creative vortex in my brain.
It almost scares me what I'll find next.
You and me both.
Oh, you so rock.
To the napping yard!
[beep]
Yes!
My assistant Pam came through with the luau supplies.
She just needs the money.
Where's the envelope?
[sighs] My luau money is gone.
Somebody steal it?
No, this backpack hasn't left my sight all day.
I lost the dance-a-thon money.
You seem down.
Maybe I can help.
[rock music plays]
Morning, sweetie. I made you a healthy breakfast
to get your engine started.
Can't talk, gotta find my luau money.
But you seem plenty awake.
Whoa, not so fast.
Oh, I get it.
You care more about Cooper's winning streak than me.
I was just hoping you'd talk to me.
I'm your mother and I'm pretty sure all this
is about a boy.
[chuckles] There's no boy.
So Caleb is the name of your notebook?
Um...
[sighs] Fine, he's in my math class,
snorts when he laughs and plays the tuba.
-[sighs] -Aw.
He sounds... cute.
I know, right?
I've been trying to get up the nerve to ask him if he wants to hang out,
but Cooper keeps ruining my outfits with his superstitious nonsense.
Where'd he come up with that anyway?
[chuckling] I have no idea.
-[toys squeaking] -[Cooper] Ow, ow, ow!
Uh-oh, here he comes!
-Go. I'll handle your brother. -Thanks, Mom.
Where's Charlotte?
Oh, she tried to run out
but I got her with some milk
before she left.
You're welcome.
Wow, thanks, Mom.
What's taking that cat so long?
Whiskers, in here!
Wait, how could you spill milk on Charlotte if this is unopened?
Ugh! Fine, I lied.
But only because I don't want you to spill milk on your sister.
But what about my winning streak?
Cooper,
you're gonna be fine without the milk.
Believe in yourself,
and success will follow.
Yeah, yeah, stop reading
fortune cookie messages off the fridge.
Just because it came from a cookie doesn't mean it's not true.
And then I took the envelope
and I put it in my folder.
Then I looked up.
Ahh! Ah, haha! Aloha!
Everyone, uh, welcome to the luau meeting.
Uh, we've got our big dance-a-thon tomorrow night.
Everything's going as planned and that about covers it.
Meeting adjourned.
Wait, we have ideas for the luau theme.
Or we could do something else.
I'd hate for it not to work out.
Okay, how about... pineapple smoothies.
And a surfboard photo stand.
[chuckles]
Those sound very expensive.
Um, I was actually thinking
we could have more of a B.Y.O.T. dance-a-thon.
You know, bring your own theme,
and decorations, and food, and drinks.
So B.Y.O.T.D.F.D.
Well, we still haven't talked about what the winner of the dance-a-thon gets.
A slap on the back and a sparkly pen.
[gasps] Ooh, pretty.
Uh, heh, you guys good?
Yeah, you are! See you at the dance!
[chuckles]
So, wanna tell me what's wrong?
If anyone was half-listening to you, you're worried about money.
I really can't.
Being by yourself is never fun.
I learned that the hard way at see-saw camp.
But maybe I could help.
I lost the envelope with the fundraiser money in it.
You can report me to the committee if you want.
Not my style.
But I might turn you in... to the hug police.
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh!
Thanks.
What am I gonna do?
I promised everyone a great dance-a-thon,
and now I've ruined it.
So the money's gone.
But we can still throw a great event.
I've got the music covered.
I got a drum set when I was five.
[arrhythmic drumming]
Can you believe I never took a lesson?
Uh-huh.
Delaware...
you're a genius!
That's how I lost the money.
[sighs] Follow me.
Stay away from me, Cooper!
You think I want to do this?
Hi, Cami!
The janitor said yesterday's trash is still here.
Hopefully it won't be that bad,
and the money will be in there.
It's bad.
Why did it have to be Sloppy Joe Day?
The flies seem to like it.
Whoa, Nelly, that's a lot of yuck.
Yeah, but somewhere under all that yuck
is my reputation as social chair.
Uh, if we just climb down carefully...
Cannonball!
Delaware! What are you doing?
There's no time for careful.
We've got a dance-a-thon to put on!
Is it gross?
No, it's just a lot of dancing.
What was that?
What was what?
Something just grabbed my ankle.
Oh, my gosh! Ah! Ah!
Delaware!
Hang on, I'm coming! Cannonball!
Wait!
Am I not supposed to be here?
I don't like trouble.
Don't let the tuba playing fool you, I am no bad boy.
I'm just listening for my brother.
Long story.
Let me just grab my math book and then we can go to the library.
Oh, uh, any chance I could have a glass of milk?
-What? -Oh.
Sorry.
Any chance I could have a glass of milk, please?
[sighs]
No, I'm sorry, we're... out of milk.
How about a glass of apple juice instead?
Ooh. Uh, more sugar than I'm usually allowed, but...
[sighs]
...maybe I am a bad boy.
Only two hours till the finals.
You still need to hit Charlotte with milk.
Lucky for us, she came home.
Who's that drinking my apple juice?
It's that rough and tumble band kid.
If I didn't have a blister...
That must be the guy Charlotte's always talking about.
This is why she's been dressing up.
And why mom was protecting her from my milk spill.
Mama bear's not here now.
Go get her, champ.
I would, but I just created the perfect butt nest in my playa' wagon.
I don't know.
Charlotte really likes this guy.
[groans] Horrible caring brother instinct kicking in.
Must resist.
Ready to get out of here?
Oh. Uh, can I use the bathroom first?
Seriously?
I mean, of course! Just be quick.
I'll-- I'll try.
I didn't mean--
Just go.
[grunts]
Delaware!
Hi, Cami.
[sighs]
Did it look like I was attacked by a dumpster shark?
I was thinking giant raccoon! Why would you do that?
Because it's awesome.
You know what else is awesome?
The money!
Delaware, you're the best!
You're also very different.
I get that a lot.
I like different.
I don't get that a lot.
Uh-oh.
Do you hear those sirens?
What sirens?
The hug police!
You have to start. This is new territory for me.
Here, pour this on me. I don't care.
What about Caleb?
It's going nowhere.
I've been my usual awkward self saying stupid things.
I even questioned the efficiency of his bladder.
So that's not a good thing to ask on a date?
[sighs] Here.
At least one of us should be a winner today.
I can't.
And if Caleb doesn't want to hang out with you,
he's the loser.
That's nice. Thanks.
Wolverines forever!
[rapid drum beat]
Weak.
Is everything okay?
I just spilled. I'm such an idiot.
[chuckles] We don't have to go to the library anymore
if you don't want to.
Are you kidding? I love the library!
Uh, you still want to go, don't you?
Y-Yeah, if you do. Do you?
-If you do. -Guys, go to the library.
[gasps] Thank you.
Turn my wagon around. I can't even look at you right now.
All right, everybody, welcome to the dance-a-thon!
[cheering]
It's pretty easy, last person dancing wins.
Tell them what they win, Delaware.
A brand new pair of sunglasses
so you won't be blinded by your shiny new phone!
[cheering]
Three, two, one, dance!
[dance music plays]
Who do you think's gonna win the prize?
Oh, I have to win.
We spent all the money on food and decorations.
[whispering] That's my phone.
Hey, Coop, you made it. How'd you do?
I lost a tooth, a toenail, and the game.
But the night's not a total loss.
Toga!
I'd love to dance,
but this blister is still throbbing.
To the punch bowl, wagon boy!
[screaming]
[crash]
Whee!