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Tobie: Welcome to Just Roll With It!
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Tobie: Woo!
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Welcome to Just Roll With It!
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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 today we have a very special guest:
the president of television,
Martha P. Marthaford!
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So, we have to do a really good job,
because Ms. Marthaford makes all the decisions in this business.
And she rules with an iron fist, right?
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Look alive! My mom's gonna be here any minute.
I'm so excited Nana Blatt is coming to visit us
while her house is being fumigated.
It would be nice to have a member of the older generation around who is...
different than that one.
I got you pinned down now, you little punk!
And I can wait here all day!
'Cause I got my adult diapers on.
Pops, could we maybe keep the yelling
and threatening tweens to a minimum when my mom gets here?
She's a very sweet, supportive, gentle wom‐‐ Aah!
She's gonna kill me.
We gotta get rid of all of these.
My mom hates junk food.
Everyone hand 'em over.
And the spare.
(huffs)
An apple?
It's not organic.
Why should I have to give up my room
to some dingbat freeloader
that I only met once at some lousy party?
Dad, that lousy party was our wedding.
(doorbell rings)
That's her, my mama's is here.
Okay, people, spit out your gum, stand up straight,
no foul language, and whatever you do,
don't mention that I drink soda pop.
You got a soda in your hand right now.
Aah!
(glass shattering)
‐Rachel: You're here! ‐Owen and Blair: Nana!
(chuckling)
Mama, I miss you so much.
Oh, and I miss you.
Now where is that genius grandchild of mine?
I'm right here, Nana! Here I am!
Oh, let me take a good look at you!
Ooh‐hoo! You are getting so big!
Now let's have some Granny Bear and Baby Bear nose nuzzlies!
Both: Na, na, na, na!
And, Blair, I haven't forgotten about you.
Come get your nose nuzzlies! Come on.
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‐(bell dinging) ‐Announcer: Now you get to vote.
What gift should Nana give Blair?
It's for you, Kaylin.
‐Yeah. ‐It could be a gift.
I don't know. I hope it's messy. I do hope it's messy.
We are gonna start on, uh, Nana's new line.
Announcer: Votes are in. Let's get back to the scene.
Director: Action!
Blair, I haven't forgotten about you.
And I've heard you've been getting into some trouble at school,
and I wanna keep you safe, so...
Byron, baby, will you go out there and bring it in?
Audience: Oh!
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Nana: Go on. Get inside.
‐Rachel: It looks adorable on you. ‐Nana: Mm‐hmm. Now‐‐
And it goes with everything.
Good luck going to the bathroom, hon.
You know, I think I can make it work.
I expect you to stay in that hamster bubble
as long as I'm here.
‐(laughter) ‐Got it?
‐(audience exclaiming) ‐Blair: Got it.
Now...
‐come give me some nose nuzzlies! ‐Blair: Oh!
Mmm!
‐(Blair grunting) ‐Grandpa: Yeah!
I got a flamethrower now. Eat fire, you snot‐nosed pukes! (cackles)
That language.
And are those war games? You know what?
You need to turn that thing off right now.
It's gonna rot your brain.
Have you ever thought about picking up a book?
Blair, what do we say about books?
Any good book will eventually become a movie.
‐And? ‐And any good movie
will eventually become a video game.
Exactly. So cut out the middle men.
Just play video games.
You are corrupting my precious grandchildren.
Nonsense! Blair popped out corrupt!
Well, as long as I'm around,
I'm gonna make sure my grandchildren
aren't exposed to that barbaric filth.
You can't tell me what to do.
‐I can... ‐(remote clicks, thuds)
...and I just did.
Both: Baah!
Ah. Huh. I gotta say,
as much as I hate to see my nana upset,
I am enjoying seeing your grandpa upset.
(chuckles)
Mom, can Grandpa bunk in my room tonight?
Sure. Owen's on the sofa.
What? (screaming): No!
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(coughing)
(hacking and coughing loudly)
Ah.
Grandpa, it's five in the morning, I'm trying to sleep.
Oh, yeah? Well, so was I.
You got a problem with that, take it up with my bladder.
Nana: How can anybody sleep around here
with Sergeant Loudmouth hacking his lungs up?
I'm just gonna head outside
and do my morning driveway squats.
Old people, go back to your beds.
This is not when regularly aged people start waking up.
They just can't stop bickering.
Uh...
I'm actually starting to worry
that if your grandpa and my nana don't make up,
then she won't come visit me anymore.
Then who will Baby Bear do nose nuzzlies with?
I worry about high school for you, Owen.
Hold on. I've got a scheme coming in.
What if we grandparent trap them?
Grandparent trap them?
Ooh... (grunts)
Yeah. You forge an apology note from my grandpa,
saying everything that your nana would want to hear.
I do the same for my grandpa.
Neither of them are mad anymore,
then I can get back to sleep,
and you can get back to nose‐necking with your nana or whatever.
Um, Blair, that's the stupidest plan I've ever heard,
but I'm on no sleep, so let's do it.
‐(grunts) ‐Whoa. Uh, yeah, I can‐‐ I can get that for you.
‐Okay, cool. Thank you. ‐Uh‐huh. Yeah. Yep, yep.
‐That, right there. Yeah. Uh... ‐All right, thank you.
‐Uh, you, you dictate. I'll write the note. Okay? ‐Okay.
"Dear. Mr. Blair's grandpa."
Um, she wouldn't call him that, Blair.
I don't know what his first name is.
You don't know your own grandpa's name?
I didn't even know my mom's name was Rachel
until you guys moved in and started saying it out loud all the time.
‐"Dear Mr. Bennett." ‐Okay.
"After our conversation, I see the error in my ways,
and have vowed to stop being such a judgy book pusher."
Okay.
"Dear Ms. Blatt, after our conversation,
"I have decided to stop playing video games
and find a constructive outlet for my old‐man rage."
"Sincerely, Owen's nana."
"Blessings, Blair's grandpa."
Whew.
Blair: Grandpa, Nana Blatt gave me a note for you!
Nana, I have a note from Grandpa Bennett!
Owen: (sighs) Nice work.
You know, it's great to see you using your scheming abilities
to bring people together, instead of sowing chaos and discord.
Thank you. It feels...
different to use my powers for good.
Now we just sit back and watch our grandparents treat each other better.
(Owen sighs)
‐(door opens) ‐Nana: Oh, no you don't!
Don't you try and get my grandson on your side
and use him against me.
You really think I'm gonna change my ways
because of a stupid apology note?
Rachel: Why is there yelling? Any why is everyone awake?
Why is everyone awake and yelling?
Oh, you make me sick!
Right back at you, sweetheart!
I can't even think straight since you got here!
Everything about you drives me crazy!
‐Yeah, well, you drive me crazy too! ‐Good! I like it that way!
‐As do I! ‐I'm very physically attracted to you right now!
‐I am too! Do you wanna start being boyfriend and girlfriend?! ‐Yes, I do!
Good. Let's go on a date!
I'd be delighted!
‐What is happening? ‐What just happened?
Well, it certainly was a surprising development.
But who knows? Maybe‐‐
(shrieking): Oh, whoa!
Do not look outside right now!
Wow.
I am really good at writing notes.
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‐Good morning, everybody! ‐Good morning, Gator.
Hope we all had a beautiful weekend, just like mine.
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(audience cheering, applauding)
Oh, boy.
‐(bell dinging) ‐Announcer: Time to vote again.
What happened during Gator's weekend?
I have a wardrobe change.
(Tobie laughs)
‐We're gonna see Gator's weekend. ‐Tobie: Yes, Gator!
‐He about to get it! ‐Yeah, finally!
You will be entering a new set.
You will have a cue card to read,
‐and you'll have a new line. ‐Okay. All right.
Announcer: Let's find out what you chose.
Director: Action.
What a beautiful weekend. I'm so happy I'm spending it
at this fancy restaurant.
(bell dinging)
(audience cheering)
(bell ringing)
(audience exclaiming)
(giggling): What is happening?
(laughing)
But I must have eaten something bad,
'cause I feel queasy and I'm starting to see things.
But at least the service is great.
‐Hello. ‐Good evening, sir.
Would you like some olive oil for your bread?
Yes, I think that would be lovely.
(audience groaning)
(spitting)
Why, thank you. It seems that olive oil makes a great hair gel.
Sir, I think you're a terrible waiter.
Waiter: Well, sir, here's your salad.
Oh, excellent. Oh‐‐ Okay.
(audience laughing)
(Gator grunting)
Can I get, like, I don't know, a thousand napkins?
Sir, this will affect how much I tip you.
Looks like you can use some fresh water.
Oh, goody.
‐Any way I could get an umbrella first? ‐(audience laughing)
(audience laughing)
(gargling)
Refreshing.
Maybe a snorkel would do, as well?
Well, it looks like you're ready for the main course, then.
(audience groaning)
(coughs) What would that be, kind sir?
Why, it's spaghetti and meatballs, of course.
(audience exclaiming and laughing)
En... Enjoy your entree.
Oh, goodness. Oh‐‐
(audience groaning)
It's delicious!
(audience laughing and chattering)
It‐‐ It is raining marinara.
Sir, it looks like you have a little something on your face.
‐Where‐‐ Where exactly is it? ‐It's right‐‐
It's right‐‐ You know, a little bit‐‐
‐Yeah. Right‐‐ ‐Is that it? Did I get it?
‐Yep, yep. You got it. Perfect. ‐Oh, good.
Excellent.
And I have a quick question. Does the chef hate me?
‐Or is it all you? ‐No, nobody hates anybody.
That's why we're giving you
our special dessert.
(audience exclaiming)
(laughing)
Enjoy your pie, sir.
I'm sure I will.
(audience groans, laughs)
(grunting)
I am giving this place zero stars.
Check, please.
Sure.
(cheering)
(Gator laughing)
Yeah!
You know, now that I think about it,
it was actually a terrible weekend.
What happened to you guys?
My ma kissed Rachel's dad.
Wow. That is weird.
Really, Gator? You think?
Well, yeah, 'cause your mom's an attractive lady,
but your dad's like a ten.
What are you even talking about?
I guess your families are just really into each other.
Enough, Gator!
Our parents used to hate each other.
Now they're like a couple of lovebirds.
We have to do something.
I'll do it.
I'll make Nana Blatt fall in love with me,
so that she leaves Grandpa.
No, thanks, Gator. I think that might be even weirder.
Fair enough, but I'll likely attempt it anyway.
You know, I've been thinking.
What if we try and reverse grandparent trap them?
Make them focus on the things they hate about each other again?
Yes!
Turn these lovebirds into angry birds.
I've got it.
Junk food.
My ma hates junk food.
Dad's eating habits are atrocious.
He's the only guy I know who adds butter to his water.
Perfect.
I've been stashing all my junk food here,
so my mom wouldn't find it.
Yes! These!
My dad loves Flamin' Spice Cheddar Pretzel Beef Balls!
He can't resist 'em!
‐Nana: Hello, kiddos! ‐Grandpa: Hey!
‐(both laughing) ‐Both: Oh!
Just thought we'd pop in while we were out on our date.
Yeah. Yeah.
You're lookin' might fine, today, Mrs. Byron's mom.
Gator, get out of here!
You know, it's just so nice at our age to,
to find someone you‐‐ you just click with.
‐Papa Bear nose nuzzlies. ‐Aw, Mama Bear nose nuzzlies.
Mmm!
And I can feel all my years in therapy
being instantly undone.
Uh, Pop, someone left these out in the kitchen‐‐
Whoa! Flamin' Cheddar Balls!
‐You know, I once ate‐‐ ‐Nana: Uh, Mortimer...
we talked about your cholesterol.
Woman, can I not do one simple thing
without you crawling down my throat?
Don't you take that tone of voice with me!
I've already cut back on my butter water!
‐I'm breaking up with you! ‐Oh, no, you're not!
I'm breaking up with you! We are no longer boyfriend and girlfriend!
‐I'm gonna take you out of my emergency contacts. ‐Yeah, well...
I'm gonna unlike all of our photos on social media.
Both: Baah!
(both yelling)
‐I love you. ‐I love you.
Hey, Byron, not to brag,
but your mom just changed her status to "single."
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Byron: Kids, we're home.
Uh, hey, kids. What's up?
Got a text from Grandpa.
He says he and Nana broke up.
Over a bag of Flamin' Hot
Cheddar Pretzel Beef Balls you gave him!
Did you reverse grandparent trap them?
Yeah. And you kids should be thanking us.
Now they're not gonna be all weird and gross
and gross and weird around the house.
(scoffs) Thank you? You just undid all the hard work we did
grandparent trapping them in the first place.
‐You kids did that? ‐Yes!
We were tired of seeing them so upset and fighting all the time.
Kids, we don't want Nana and Grandpa dating each other.
It's creepy!
So you would rather see them be unhappy and alone in their old age?
That's how old people are supposed to be!
They like it that way!
Dad, answer me honestly.
When was the last time you saw Nana as happy as she was today?
I mean...
She... (sighs)
‐I think‐‐ ‐Well, I remember.
It was two years ago, before Grandpa got sick.
(groans)
‐You're right. ‐I am a terrible daughter.
Hey, hey. No.
Do you seriously think that sabotaging your dad's happiness
because it made you uncomfortable‐‐ Never mind.
Now that I hear it out loud, that's pretty bad.
Owen's right. We're family.
I should be happy if he's happy.
Even if it's super weird, and makes me want to vomit.
I think we could be a little more understanding.
Yeah.
(laughs) We got married!
(audience cheering)
Uh, sorry. Blueberries only beyond this point.
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Wow, married.
What happened to breaking up?
Well, it, it turns out, our relationship thrives on extreme emotions.
So, we made up.
Yeah. We made up so well, we got hitched.
(both laughing)
Dad, I just gotta ask. Are you sure this is a good idea?
I mean, you guys seem to fight an awful lot.
We're passionate.
I can vouch for their passion.
I saw them through the window.
Yeah, we just wanted to stop by on our way to the airport.
Yeah. I got a call from the fumigators,
and they finished my house early.
‐Grandpa (chuckling): Yeah. Huh? ‐Wait a minute.
Grandpa, you're moving out? I finally get my room back?
‐(foghorn blares) ‐Yep.
‐(audience cheering, applauding) ‐Yeah!
‐Okay. ‐Owen: Yeah.
‐(bell dinging) ‐Announcer: It's the last vote.
What did Grandpa do to Owen's room?
When Grandpa says, "Wanna watch?"
you guys will find your marks facing camera X.
Announcer: Now, back to the scene.
Director: Action!
Wait a minute. Grandpa, you're moving out?
I finally get my room back?
Yeah. As a matter of fact, uh,
to free up some more space in there,
I hired some people to come in and...
take a wood chipper to your clothes and furniture.
‐(bell dinging) ‐(audience cheering)
Wanna watch?
That's my house!
That's my real‐life house.
‐Grandpa: Whoa, whoa! ‐Whoa, whoa, whoa! Please!
‐(screams) ‐Owen: No! That's my lamp!
That is my lamp, and my desk!
The only lamp‐‐ (screams)
Why so violent?
‐(audience exclaiming) ‐(Owen yelling)
‐My desk! ‐(yelling)
I play video games on that desk!
‐Why? ‐(man grunting)
I don't know about you guys, but I could watch this all day.
(laughing)
Owen: Grandpa, what did my desk ever do to you?
‐Rachel: Oh, dear. Oh, wow. ‐(Owen yelling)
‐(wood chipper whirring) ‐Rachel: Wow.
Owen: No. Those are my hats!
‐No, not the hats! ‐All right.
Not the hats!
‐Byron: Ooh! ‐Owen: Not the hats! Not the hats!
No‐‐ Was that my pillow?
‐Rachel: Those hats came out in one piece. ‐(audience exclaiming)
Byron: Oh! (laughs)
Okay, all kidding aside, you're gonna buy me new stuff, right?
So, a little bird just told me
none of that is your real stuff. (laughs)
(cheering)
Well, I had the best time staying with you.
I‐‐ I guess we'll see you guys at Christmas.
Well, I just wanna thank you guys for taking me in.
It really meant a lot.
You take care of my ma.
‐Shes' a special lady. ‐Oh, she sure is.
She's also got a special son.
He's talking about me. (chuckles)
‐Well, the open road beckons. ‐Mm‐hmm!
‐ Adios. We'll see you when we see you. ‐Yeah. Bye.
‐I love you all. ‐Rachel: Love you, Nana.
You know,
as much as I wanted Grandpa out of my room,
I'm actually gonna miss the guy.
It's like you don't really realize how precious time is with people,
until they're back at it again!
Oh, gross!
Nobody look outside!
I'll go turn on the sprinklers.
And that's our show!
You guys have been a great crowd!
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