(sighs)
Fresh sun on the face on a Saturday morning.
Got to love it.
You also got to love the smell
of freshly baked cinnamon rolls from downstairs
that my parents got poppin'.
Oh, so far I'm just loving this Saturday morning vibe.
(screams)
Just not loving that.
Stupid pranks from my bonehead brother.
Y'all, I hate surprises.
Seriously.
Whether it's me walking in
on an early morning smooch session
with the parents...
Or learning that the Saturday's ladies' room is out of order
after your fifth slushy kicks in.
(laughs)
Surprises are the worst.
I'm telling you guys,
if I get any more surprises today,
I think I might lose my surprise-hating mind.
Who's that out there?
(R&B music playing)
(patrons cheering)
-Roxie? -Roxie?
Did I just say I hate surprises? You know what? Scratch that.
I love surprises! Surprises are the best!
And Roxie's back!
(squeals excitedly)
Yo, Roxie!
(both scream)
Oh, my God.
♪ Everybody out the way It's Saturday ♪
♪ All we do is celebrate ♪
♪ Long as I got fun family And friends ♪
♪ I got everything That I need ♪
♪ Everybody out the way It's Saturday ♪
♪ We ain't got no time To waste ♪
♪ No work, all play No stress ♪
♪ We got everything That we need ♪
♪ 'Cause there ain't No other day like Saturday ♪
-(all laughing) -But, no, seriously, y'all,
the skate scene in Portmore is like my life, y'all.
Them day sessions, straight lit.
Everything has that laid-back, reggae vibe to it, right?
Laid-back reggae vibe.
Okay, but when that night session hits?
Girl, trust and believe,
parental guidance is advised.
-(all laughing) -You know what I'm saying?
Roxie, we are so glad you're back,
We thought you were, like, "gone" gone.
Me too. Then my parents flipped the script.
Said we were trading Island Time for Central Time,
so here I am.
(chuckles) I'm just happy to have
these Saturdays nachos back in my life.
Well, I can't wait to hang out like old times.
-I know. -PARIS: Same.
I say we go rock climbing in by park,
hit up that hip-hop festival by the lake,
and then fireworks by the pier.
And that's just day one of my Roxie re-up plan.
Same old Paris. Doing too much.
What? Since when do I do too much?
My going-away party.
(reggae music playing)
♪ Come feel the reggae ♪
♪ We'll be jammin', jammin' ♪
♪ Jammin', jammin' ♪
♪ Jammin' ♪
(girl screams)
That party was lit, though.
-Yeah! -That is so.
Hey, Rox. Welcome back.
Oh, thanks, Sonia. Nice jacket.
Oh, I know. Only the best for the best.
Ah, same old Sonia.
Yeah, and that girl needs a shade tree named after her.
It's too bad her crew broke up,
because we had something for her
at the Golden Skate Competition.
Wait, 2-Cute-4-U broke up?
Yep. We almost did the same thing when you moved away.
But luckily, our girl Ari came in
and fluttered her little butterfly wings in
and saved the day.
These wings aren't just for show, okay?
They're for saving dreams.
-SIMONE: Wow. -That's really good, guys.
I'll be rooting for you. Seriously.
Uh-oh, the We-B-Girlz are back together.
Y'all rolling four deep now, huh?
Yeah, I guess so.
Actually, speaking of four, Duchess, instead of a trio,
think you can squeeze us in as a foursome
in the Golden Skate Competition?
I believe I have room. I'll check.
(all) Yay!
DUCHESS: And speaking of checks,
Roxie, now that you're back,
you can finally settle up your snack bar tab.
I take cash, cash and cash.
Okay, well, I guess she takes cash.
(in Jamaican accent) Yeah, mon.
-No, man. -That was really bad.
Yeah, mon!
Stop!
-It sounded better in my head. -Yeah.
(laughing)
Maddy-O! What's up?
Oh, what are you doing here? I thought you had the day off.
I do, but I'm working on a project,
and it's way too noisy at my house.
Way too noisy at your house,
so you come to the skating rink for quiet?
Where do you live? Under the L?
Under the L would be an upgrade.
My brother, his wife,
and their twin dinosaur-obsessed toddlers are visiting.
Whoo-whee! Girl, you got Jurassic Kids at the crib?
-MADISON: Mm-hmm. -Yeah, I get it.
If you need a place to concentrate,
just come to Da Lab.
She can?
Yeah, she can. Us music heads got to stick together, right?
London, wow. Thank you.
Oh, yeah.
All right.
You can just swing on by when I'm done my shift.
Thanks. I'll be right back.
Cool, cool.
What?
What's with all the lingering?
-The what? -The linger.
The lingering hug I just witnessed.
There was no lingering hug. What are you talking about?
Oh, no, there was definitely some lingering.
About 2.5 seconds longer than the average lingering hug.
Translation...
♪ Something going on ♪
There's nothing going on, okay?
You're trippin'. It was just a hug.
That's it.
What was I thinking?
-Exactly. -It was just a hug.
-Thank you. -Just a hug.
It was just a hug. Just a hug.
Why are you still holding on to me?
What are you doing?
Oh, lingering.
Get off of me, okay? Stop.
All right. Done.
(chuckles)
Yeah, but what about all this?
Okay. Kind of done.
Well, who knew that booked and busy
would mean cramped and chaotic?
Well, babe, these are caviar problems.
Cal & Deb B-Baking is doing amazing.
We just... We need more space.
Or more caviar.
Although, I do enjoy a good lobster roll.
-Oh, I know you do. -(chuckles)
-Guess what? Look who's back. -What?
Surprise!
What in the jerk chicken? (laughs)
Roxie Rox, look at you!
Look at you, got that Caribbean melanin poppin'.
When did you get back?
And why didn't your mama call me?
Or your pops call me?
(laughs nervously) Uh, they'll call you.
They're just busy squaring a few things away.
-Oh. -PARIS: Guess what?
Now that Roxie's back,
Duchess said that we can compete
as a foursome in the Golden Skate Competition.
-Great. -Now if you'll excuse us,
we have some catching up to do.
-Come on, girls. -DEB: All right.
-It was so nice seeing you. -DEB: Bye, you guys.
-That's great. -So great.
But seriously, where are we gonna put all this stuff?
Okay, so this is where you guys are putting all your stuff?
Yes, Sir. Now, move out of the way.
You're standing right where I'm putting my blast chiller.
-I love this thing. -Okay, guys,
I thought we agreed that this is my creative space.
No, no, no, we agreed to let you use this space rent-free.
And I thought you creatives loved clutter.
I do love clutter, but I like my clutter.
Not you guys's clutter.
Mom, I mix beats, not cake batter.
How am I supposed to make any music
with all these baking racks in the way and whatnot?
Very carefully, okay? I'm still paying on a lot of this stuff.
London, it's temporary.
I don't know why you're getting so worked up
about us being in here.
(knock on door)
Oh. Hey, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson.
-Oh. -Oh.
DEB: So that's why.
No. No, stop, okay?
She's only here to make music, okay?
And what kind of music y'all gonna be making?
I think I'm gonna put a couple of these boxes on the couch.
DEB: Put that there too.
Hey, Maddy!
(all giggling)
So, Roxie's in the grocery cart, right?
And then she's going downhill.
And me and Sim are like, "Oh, no, this is not good."
SIMONE: For real, and when you crashed into that police car
and went airborne, girl, it was the funniest thing ever.
(all laugh)
Yo, I broke my arm.
And? We signed your cast.
Ari, do they clown you like this too?
On a weekly basis.
Especially when we went on the Stomach Slammer.
Wait, y'all went on the Stomach Slammer?
Oh, yeah. The proof's right there.
I blacked out about halfway up,
but from what they tell me, I had a great time.
-PARIS: Yeah. -Wow.
I was always too scared to go on that ride.
Oh, me too, but I had my girls with me.
Where the fingers?
(girls laughing)
You guys pulled me through that day.
Yeah, we did.
-In between all your screaming. -Sim, you were screaming too.
Mouth all wide open.
Rox, you missed it.
Yeah.
I guess I did.
You seriously just had to expose me like that?
-You exposed me! -But you went.
(upbeat music playing)
Hey, London?
What's up?
Would you mind giving me some feedback on this?
Yeah. Yeah, for sure.
Okay, so it's a little raw, so don't clown me.
Oh, I'm not gonna clown you.
Unless you must be clowned,
then obviously you're asking for it a bit.
I'm playing.
-All right, let me hear it. -Okay.
All right, got the headphones.
Thank you.
Uh, one of us should press play.
Yeah. One of us should.
(door opens)
DEB: Okay...
CAL: Okay, baby,
it's called push and pull.
Where was your push?
Where was your pull? This ain't the Cha-Cha.
Oh, hey, Madison.
Uh, son, we're so sorry,
but your buy-one-get-three-free daddy over here
keeps jumping at every bakeware sale.
No one passes up buy one, get three free, okay?
I do it all the time with underwear.
-Yeah, but you really shouldn't. -Fair enough.
DEB: Anyway, kids, we're so sorry.
We're going to get out of your hair, okay?
Come on, Mr. I-Buy-My-Boxers-In-Bulk.
-(laughs) -Hey, it's a life choice, okay?
-Your parents are funny. -(door closes)
Uh, yeah, only when you don't live with them.
Uh...
so...
Your music.
Oh. Right.
(both) I'll push play.
(door opens)
Hey, yo! Ha-ha!
I just crushed this 12-year-old from Nebraska
playing "Barnyard Kingdom."
@MelissaFreckles3 learned today.
(laughs)
Hey, Madison.
I didn't know you were...
Am I interrupting something?
'Cause if I am, I'd hate to...
(chuckles) ...linger.
No. You're not lingering, because we're just chilling.
-That's it. We're just chilling. -Yeah, just chilling.
Chilling. Okay, cool.
Don't mind me.
I'll just hang out on the couch.
Huh.
Looks like Melissa's trying to buy my alfalfa field
to starve out my llamas.
Let me work on this some more.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. That sounds good.
Girl, if you come for the king, you'd better not miss.
(laughs)
Take this.
DEREK: You're not the one.
You're middle school. Ha!
Look at this rookie.
I'm a legend.
-(video game beeps) -Oh.
What's wrong with you?
Oh, hey, girls.
Ready to Rox and roll?
Yup, I'm ready to Rox, roll, dip, flip, move, groove.
All the verbs.
Okay, well, before we do, I brought you all something.
Ooh, what is it?
Oh, it's a bracelet.
Oh, and it has our names on it.
I had them made in Jamaica for my besties.
Aw. Thanks, girl.
Rox, you are the best.
Oh, don't worry about it. Anything for you all.
Oh, Ari, I'm really sorry I didn't get you anything.
I didn't know I'd be getting a third bestie.
But here's a refrigerator magnet from the airport.
Cool.
Oh, yeah, thanks.
A magnet from Chicago.
I'll have to visit one day.
(all laughs)
Well, let's start rehearsing, right?
-I think that would be wise. -Yeah.
SIMONE: Whew, we got this.
Okay, so hear me out.
I was thinking we should start
with the scoop and sway, okay?
Check it, ready? We go scoop and sway.
-Oh! -Oh!
Wait a minute, that was cute.
I was feeling that. Like, a lot.
It was okay.
Lacked some creativity, but we'll work on it.
I was thinking, how about we start with the dip down?
-Oh! -Oh!
You killed that!
Okay, I love that one. I loved it.
It's a little on the performative side,
but to quote you, we can work on it.
(both laugh)
I think we may have a problem.
Should've never gave her that magnet.
Oh, no, she shouldn't have.
(muttering)
-Need something? -Dad!
-I'm gonna stick this... -Hi.
Looks like someone's making our overflowing pantry
overflow even more.
No! No, I wouldn't do that.
Actually, yes. Yes, I would.
But I'm just trying
to make Da Lab underflow more.
See, now you're just making up words. Give me that.
Look, I'm just trying to clear out some space
for Madison to work on her music project.
-That's it. -Okay.
How much space does one Madison-sized girl
need out there?
I don't know. I mean, I just want her to...
Her to like you?
Trust me, son, she already does.
What are you talking about? Why say that?
Anyone who would spend five minutes with you
out there in that old ratty garage
must have feelings for you.
Either that, or no sense of smell.
Come on, son. Be real.
You digging her?
(laughs) No, what...
Yeah, I dig her.
Okay, well, I mean, what are you gonna do about it?
Did you tell her yet?
No, I have not,
because I don't want to freak her out.
I mean, I'd rather just, you know,
lay back in the cut and see how things play out.
Boy, this ain't poker.
You'd better roll them dice and talk to that girl.
Yeah, man, shoot your shot.
We did not raise you to just let things happen.
We raised you to make things happen.
-Mm-hmm. -This could be your summer.
The summer of London and Madison.
Yeah.
London and Madison.
Londison.
I mean, it not the cutest of abbreviations,
but we feel you.
Now go get her, son.
Yeah. I'm gonna go do it.
I'm gonna go get her. I'm gonna go for it.
I'm gonna tell her how I really feel, guys.
-I'm gonna do it! -Come on, you got this.
-You got it. -Thanks, guys.
-Yes, of course. -I'm gonna do it.
I'm gonna go tell her.
She's not here right now.
But when she comes back, it's on.
All right, take it from the sidestep.
Five, six, seven, eight.
(dance music playing)
Wait, guys. Stop, stop.
This just... It doesn't feel right.
I can't get the timing of it.
I'm used to doing it the old way.
Okay, well, the old way didn't work for us,
which is why we changed it to the new way.
You know, the better way.
Just because something's new
doesn't mean that it's better, Ari.
Uh-huh, and same goes for something old.
Old?
Okay, guys, guys. New, old, old, new.
It does not matter.
The problem is that we're not syncing up.
PARIS: Guys, Simone's right.
We need to shake up how things used to be,
and just concentrate on being us and who we are now.
We're in a position to win this thing, y'all.
We have to work together.
Girls, we got this.
-Truce? -Truce.
Okay, let's get it, then.
One, two, three, four.
(R&B music playing)
(music continues to play)
-Yes! -(all cheer)
-That was it. -Okay, now that felt right.
It did. It really did.
Guys, I think I see some golden jackets in our future.
Wait, golden jackets with "We-B-Girlz"
embossed on the back.
-(excited chatter) -Give me a...
(all) Oh!
Girls, bad news.
I won't be able to let you compete
in the foursome category at the competition.
-What? -Not enough signed up
in your age group.
I had to scrap it.
So if you want to compete to be Goldens,
you got to go back to being a trio.
(sighs)
Surprises.
So now we have to go back to being a trio
if we want to compete in the competition.
Baby, it says "Do not overload" in six different languages.
Well, why do they give you so many hooks, Cal,
if you're not supposed to use them?
Just hand me more pans, okay?
Okay, are you guys even listening?
-CAL: Hmm. -What do you think we should do?
I don't know, girls. Um, pull straws?
Flip a coin?
Play rock, paper, scissors.
That's all you have?
This is too big of a decision for rock, paper, scissors.
Ladies, pick numbers, okay?
Bottom line is, someone's bound
to get their feelings hurt either way.
Or you could put the competition on ice this year
and compete to be Goldens as a foursome next year.
That way, nobody gets hurt.
-Yeah, that's true. -Makes sense.
Guess we have some thinking to do.
Yup. Thanks, guys.
-You got it. -DEB: Bye!
(chuckles)
I'd hate to be them.
Oh, they'll figure it out.
Just like I figured out
how to create
all of this amazing counter space.
-All right. -Cal, look at that.
-You did that. -I did do that. Give me some.
(screams)
-Hmm. -Oh!
That was very loud.
(hip-hop music playing)
Mm.
Okay!
Okay, Madison Orteezy.
You're doing the darn thing, girl.
-You know, this is tight. -You think so?
Yeah, I think so. It's a bass line.
That kick drum is knockin'.
It's smooth.
What about the bongos?
The bongos are all right.
I think you could lose them,
but I see what you were going for.
-I see the vision. -I agree.
Totally agree.
Bongos getting the boot.
Good.
Still needs an ending, though.
Oh, trust me, you'll find it.
I mean, you're right in the pocket.
It's there. It's really there.
Thank you, London. Your opinion means a lot to me.
Ah.
Just... Just trying to help.
That's all.
But, um...
(turns music off)
I actually wanted to, uh...
just ask you something.
Run something past you about this summer.
Oh, really? And I you.
Oh, for real?
Okay. Yeah, sure. You go first.
Okay.
Do you think that my music
is good enough for NYMP?
Yo, NYMP, BRB, TTYL, LOL.
All of that.
Look, I don't care what letters you're up against,
-your music speaks. -No, London, I'm being serious.
The New York Music Program is a major deal.
Oh, that NYMP.
-(chuckles) Okay. -Yeah, no, the song
is for my application for their summer program.
If I get in, I'll be there the whole summer.
It's like a dream of mine.
Wow. New York, huh?
The whole summer?
Yeah, pretty much.
And to think, if I get in,
I owe you a lot of the credit.
Yeah. To think.
So, did you want to ask me something?
Something about the summer?
Uh, yeah.
Yeah, uh, I did.
Um...
I just... You know what? It's okay.
It's all good.
You got a song to finish. It's good.
Uh, okay.
Why doesn't rock beat paper?
I don't know, P. I didn't make the rules.
But just in case, I got four straws as backup.
(cell phone pings)
Okay, Roxie's on her way.
Let me text Ari, see where she's at.
(cell phone rings)
-Hey, Ari. Running late? -Hey.
Actually, I'm not coming to Saturdays today.
I decided to drop out
of the Golden Skate Competition.
-What? -What?
-Ari, no. -Come on, guys.
Roxie's back. Your original member.
I'm the odd girl out. I get it.
Okay, but Ari, you're not.
It's okay.
I don't want this to be awkward or complicated,
and I don't want you to jeopardize
your friendship with Roxie all on account of me.
That's not fair to the two of you.
Good luck at the battle.
I'll be rooting, clapping, and flapping my wings for you.
Go get 'em.
Hey, girls, what's up?
And what's up with the straws?
Ari just called.
She's dropping out of the We-B-Girlz
so the three of us can still compete.
Oh, wow.
Well, that was really big of her.
Yeah.
I guess now we have our trio.
Uh, shall we practice?
♪ Who coming To the barbecue ♪
♪ Promise it gonna be a moo' ♪
♪ Holla if you rollin' Through ♪
♪ Like I... ♪
♪ Bring the homey Bring the boo ♪
♪ You can bring your mama too ♪
♪ That is how we do, oh, oh ♪
♪ Monday through Friday Got us like "meh" ♪
♪ Everybody out the way It's Saturday ♪
♪ All we do is celebrate ♪
♪ We got everything That we need ♪
♪ 'Cause there ain't No other day ♪
♪ Like Saturday ♪