Mixtape?
How sweet! Thank you.
Mayo?
Ladle?
Fork?
What's happening? - They're gifts of affection.
That's how Animal shows his love.
Yeah, you know, like when a cat brings you a dead birdie.
- Birdie!
How did that even get in here?
Flipper. Bib.
Baseball diamond.
Surgery.
Rock on! Rock on! Rock on!
Hey, guys!
Guys? Hello?
Seriously, you're doing acupuncture?
I thought we agreed no more play time, road trips and cliff-hangers.
Shout-out to Moog, who apparently lives here now?
Moog!
Hey, where the band goes, I go. And they get into cliff-hangers a lot,
which is why I installed a winch and a pulley system on my Jeep.
Okay. Love that.
Let's use your second chance at life to finally get to work, yay!
Yay!
For your ratification, Label Lady, we are working.
- Ooh, nice! - Thank you.
Come get serene in a bean.
For us, creating creativity requires a zone-in approach.
We gotta zone out in order to zone in.
- Mmm. Indeed. A maximum relaximum.
Yeah, it's like only when we achieve true nothingness
can we create true somethingness.
Well said, Lips.
Mmm. Too true.
Hey, yeah, I get it.
I'm not some typical money-hungry CEO that only cares about record sales.
No, I respect the artist and the creative process.
- Bless you. - Bless you.
I'm fielding calls from talk shows, sponsors.
Not to mention that all of today's biggest producers
are hitting me up, begging me to work with you guys.
Bless you!
Now, why don't you bless us with the specifics, Label Lady?
- Uh, specifics? - Yeah.
Producers? Mmm.
Everyone. I mean, Pharrell, Mark Ronson,
Rick Rubin, Zedd.
- Oh, right on. For sure.
Oh, no!
So, you know who Zedd is, great!
I mean, he's a huge fan and he wants it. I mean, they all do.
Bless you!
Who knew that we'd have so many fancy-pants producers to pick from?
It's unbelievable.
Actually, 'cause I could have sworn that Pharrell was on tour,
and that Mark Ronson was vacationing in Ibiza,
and that Rick Rubin had not left Malibu or shaved in 30 years.
Nah. No. I don't even know how you would know all that stuff.
I keep tabs on all the hottest producers, so I can be ready to give 'em my demo.
Do you want my demo?
Good idea. Let's talk over there.
Yes. Okay. Yeah.
Don't rat me out.
Hi.
- Bye. - Bye.
Wait, rat you out?
I wanna help you.
I've been waiting my entire life for an Electric Mayhem album,
and finally, somebody's makin' it happen.
Even if she is mad shady.
I may have slightly exaggerated my position to get them on board, but...
This is the one band who loves everybody no matter who they are.
You don't have to lie.
Boldfaced lies are the backbone of the entertainment industry.
So, if you don't mind... Huge news!
Now, Quincy Jones and Travis Barker are texting me,
and they're dying to listen to your new music.
So, let's hop to it!
Ooh, wow, like, there must be something in the air.
Indeed, there is.
- Creativity! Mmm.
Time to hunker down and write some symphonious songs
to sing for our selection of snazztastic suitors.
The sooner, the better, 'cause they're all fighting over you
and it's gettin' gnarly.
Lips? Lips?
Ah.
Open air for open minds.
- Yeah, for sure. - Yeah.
Hey, let's buckle down and make Label Lady proud.
Yeah.
Zoot's totally been keeping a list of our song ideas.
Oh, yeah, the list. Uh...
Toothpaste, Jordan almonds, imitation crab meat...
Nah, man, that's the shopping list. Check the other side.
Oh.
Pizza bagels, nine-volt batteries, meatless meatballs, Fritos.
Fritos!
Oh, wow, I really dig that list.
- Yeah, we done good. Indeed.
Now, let's go show Nora how it's done.
Mmm. Who thought of the slaw?
I know it wasn't on the list, but I just started riffin'!
- Culinary jazz. - Right on.
Um, I feel like we're forgetting something.
Fritos!
We are crushing it today.
Anybody got a coupon?
Oh. Uh...
Hi. Nora Singh, CEO of Wax Town Records.
Yeah, I'm looking for a producer for the Electric May...
Hello?
I know he's probably busy producing hit records, blah-blah, but...
Yes, hello? Hello!
Nora Singh calling, CEO of Wax Town Records.
Hi, yes, hello. Hi, yes. Hi.
Yes, Nora Singh, CEO of Wax Town Records.
- Please hold.
Penny Waxman's office, please hold.
Hi, sorry, yeah, that was Adele.
Yeah, she's a client, and a friend.
Any chance you could give me Zedd's cell? Hello?
Oh! Stop! You flatter me.
No, no, I mean it. You get younger every day, Penny.
And you, whatever you're doing, keep doing.
- It's working. Hey, come here.
- You're like butter!
Hey, Smooshie.
Wow! JJ! You look, uh...
Chiseled? Swaggy?
Just willpower and whey protein. How about Penny, isn't she a peach?
Uh-huh. Why are you meeting her?
Oh, just talking some boring business stuff.
This company is my business.
In fact, I'm working with one of our bands
and we're makin' an album.
I'm focused more on the tech money side of my streaming app.
But I do know a lot of artists. In fact, I could hook you up with Amala.
My bad, you probably know her as Doja Cat.
Everyone calls her that except for me, 'cause we're tight.
I think I'm good. But hey, glad to see you've come so far
from your days of being our sweaty office bagel boy.
- Remember that? So sweaty. - Yeah.
I remember.
And we'll see who's sweating when "Bagel Boy" buys this company.
What?
You can relax. You'll keep your job. Heck, I might even let you run the joint!
I actually have a meeting.
- Fun catching up, though. - Yeah.
Bye.
I love you.
- What? - Hmm?
You said something.
Nope. I'll see you around.
Hey, did you just meet with JJ?
Ah, old Bagel Boy looks good, don't he? Said I got nice feet.
What did he want?
Beefcake wants to buy our music catalogue for his app.
Says he's got a big need for the oldies.
The oldies? You didn't kick him out for saying that?
Sweetheart, I am an oldie,
and speakin' of, I booked a beauty procedure tomorrow.
Just a little tuck and tone.
So, I need you to pick me up from the hospital tomorrow.
The hospital, yes.
Whatever you need, Penny, just, please don't sell.
You're just sayin' that
because you and JJ used to be all kissy face.
And you hate the band
because you and Dr. Teeth used to be all kissy face.
You got me there. Fine.
I'll give you one shot to impress me with this new album.
Otherwise, I sell.
You understand?
Done. And the band is in the studio as we speak, making magic.
And trust me, Penny, it's gonna be fire.
Fire!
Not again.
Why?
An authentic lei for my lady.
I leave 'em to work, and they throw another party?
You're doing it your way, they're doing it theirs.
Nora!
Guess I just have to lie harder.
So, double down.
That's one way to go. All right.
You're kiddin'?
Hey, party people.
Oh, Nobu!
What's all this about?
Huge news. We went shoppin'.
Yeah. - Yeah, for sure. There was,
like, a sale at the market on orchids.
So, I weaved some flower necklaces, and the next thing I know,
we're throwing an all-inclusive, Icelandic, Oceanic, Pan Atlantic,
coconut bra, Malibu beach party.
Respectfully representing every continental and coral
- archipelago in the world. Mmm.
It's a pool party.
- Swimsuits optional. - Mmm.
Cool. I thought we all agreed you would work on your album, though, remember?
- Oh. - Oh, album. Yeah, you know what?
This one totally got away from us.
- That's on us. - Yeah.
Totally fine. I'm loving the party. We're doing great.
But we have many big-time producers chasing us.
- I can only hold 'em off for so long.
I mean, you can't play the same old stuff when you're rocking The Hollywood Bowl.
Did I forget to mention that? It's booked.
- You kidding? That's terrific news! - Oh, wow.
- Bless you.
Oh, wow, I, like, totally feel funky.
And not in a good way.
Also Zedd, yeah, remember? You love music super-producer guy, Zedd.
I'm meeting him in Malibu.
And, dude has been begging me to work with you.
Oh, my God!
Janice, are you okay?
Can you hear us?
You look yellow.
Lies. - Oh, she's coming to.
Talk to me, Janice. What is it?
Lies.
Lice?
Lies.
She's got head lice, man!
Lies.
Guys, lice doesn't make you sick. It's something else.
- Lies!
- Oh.
- Lies. Hmm?
She said, "Lies."
You know what? That makes sense!
Janice is highly allergic
to all forms of fraudulent falsities and general malarkey.
Wait, are you saying that Janice is literally allergic to liars?
Yeah, but... That can't be it,
'cause everyone here is a loyal friend in our unbreakable circle of trust.
Unless...
a black-hearted fibster or fibstress secretly lurks among us.
Show yourself.
Okay, I'll 'fess up. I lied to you guys.
- I always say that
I've never missed any of your concerts,
- well, that wasn't true.
Yeah. I got wicked pink eye in 2014 and I missed the show in Jersey.
Et tu, Moog?
Say it isn't so.
There is no way that my little lie is the cause of all this, right?
Which means that there has to be somebody else here
that must be spinning just massive webs of deceit.
Anybody?
Honestly,
I am so disappointed in you, Moog.
You should be ashamed of yourself.
I think I need to go home and calm down, I'm so upset. Wow.
- Lies. Hi.
I appreciate that this gift isn't a screeching peacock,
but I gotta go.
Bye.
Ah, screw it. Give me the goat.
Come on, come on, come on.
Bye, Darren.
Look at that view! I wish you could all come with me.
- See ya in Tokyo, Fanahannahs.
-#humblebrag, #truth.
You are never gonna believe what happened.
I'll need a little praise for this set-up before we move on to your problem.
Oh.
You are the David Blaine of Internet fakery.
Aw, thank you.
Hannah, I did what you said.
I've been lying like a pro, everything was going great.
- Of course it was. - Until I find out
that of all the bands on the planet,
I have the one whose guitarist is a free-loving, hippie lie detector.
- Uh-oh. - I know. I work in showbiz, okay?
I'm never gonna make it if I can't lie.
Okay. You're thinking about this all wrong.
Lies are just untruths waiting to be made real.
Hannah, you're taking a toilet-seat selfie.
None of this is real.
Some rando private jet company just slid into my DMs,
offering me a free flight to Bali if I post about it.
Now, that is real.
But Zedd isn't, okay?
I have no connection to a music producer that big.
You're one of those people that uses their phone just to make calls.
- Huh.
He hikes Runyon Canyon every morning. So, go get Zedd for real.
You are an inspiration.
I know.
Okay, just promise me you'll introduce me to him
when you two are making hit records.
- Deal. - Um...
- When can we talk about the goat? - His name is Darren. And he's not nice.
Zedd, Zedd, Zedd!
Zedd!
Zedd, hi, what's up? I'm Nora.
Ooh, man, you're fast. Been lookin' for you everywhere.
Kind of on a hike here.
Maybe call my office?
Honestly, I just need a minute or two of your time.
Argh! Cramp, cramp, cramp! I'm going down, I'm dying.
Oh, I'm dying.
- I'm deceased. - You okay?
Throat so dry.
Would you like to win a Grammy?
Already got one, thanks.
You can keep it.
Darren.
Forgot Darren.
Take Darren back to the car.
Animal?
Zedd!
You two know each other?
- Are you kidding? - Yeah.
I go way back with The Mayhem.
Great. Yeah.
Wish I knew you were friends, but great.
Tell the band I'll hit 'em up.
We gotta hang.
Actually, they need a big-time producer to help with their first album
and we're thinkin' maybe...
Bye-bye, Darren.
You can't just let it go.
Bye-bye!
Okay.
The good news is, this can't get any worse.
Oh. I'm supposed to be picking up Penny. Oh, G...
- I'm looking for Penny Waxman.
- Nora, you're here. - Moog?
Janice is gonna be so happy to see you.
Wait, Janice?
Paging Dr. Ostowitz.
Oh, no.
What have I done?
Oh, come on, now. You had nothin' to do with it.
This is all Morg's fault.
It's "Moog." And again, I am so sorry.
Yeah, you should be. Lyin' to cover up your goopy eye.
Janice is lucky to be alive.
Guys, none of this is Moog's fault.
It's mine.
You? Why would you lie?
You're a high-rankin' music executive.
- I'm not. - Hmm?
Yeah, I don't have big-time producers calling me.
I didn't book you at The Hollywood Bowl.
And I have deep issues with your creative process.
It's just the worst.
But it's me.
I'm the liar.
Wow, I feel amazing.
This room feels amazing.
You all look amazing.
Oh, baby, you came back to me.
Yeah, Floyd, she sure do,
and all 'cause the Label Lady done told the truth about all them lies.
Mmm.
Classic Lips calling it out.
'Cause she told the truth about all those lies.
All this time, Nora, we thought you believed in us.
- Yeah. - I do.
That part was true.
Hard to know what to believe now.
Bye-bye, Nora.
How do you feel? I feel good.
So good to hear your voice again. Thank goodness, right?
Lips said you died.
- I thought you were dead. - No, I'm good.
Paging Dr. Ostowitz.
- Paging Dr. Ostowitz.
Penny?
Well, it certainly ain't Madonna.
But I get that a lot.
Listen. Sorry I'm late.
It seems all I do lately is let people down.
You sound sad. Are you sad?
I can't see if you're sad or not.
I was gonna yell at you,
but if you're sad, it lessens the experience.
Yes, I'm sad.
I lied to the band, betrayed their trust, almost killed Janice.
And I was just tryna fake it till I made it.
Instead, I just made a giant mess.
Fake it till ya make it?
You think that's how I got to be where I am?
I mean, yeah. Doesn't everyone?
No! I did it with brutal honesty.
That's the secret to success, kid.
You gotta be real. Always be yourself.
What if the real me isn't good enough?
Shut up! You're wonderful!
Is this the medication talking?
You bet I am.
Mmm.
I'll take it.
Whoa.
Who's that pushing me? Is that you, Barry Manilow?
Man, I'm just shook.
All this time,
we thought showbiz was a trusted haven of truth and honesty.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Thank goodness we'll always have used-car salesmen and politicians.
Mmm-hmm. - You know, I'm just happy
that Janice didn't perish in Nora's spider web of lies.
Although, spiders are our friends. They're nature's knitters.
Too true, too true.
But I just can't figuralize why Label Lady lied to us like that.
- Oh.
Sorry to barge in, but I've been banging on the door for an hour.
- We know. - Can I come in?
Got it. - Hey, you can open up a scooch,
but I don't want you pollutin' Janice with your toxic lies.
Okay, look.
The reason I lied and pretended to be someone I'm not
is because I didn't think I was good enough for you guys.
Truth is, growing up was complicated, okay?
My mom was a hot mess
and after my dad was gone, I had to take care of my sister and...
I'm saying too much.
No, no. Please, go on.
But back then, even when things got so crazy,
I could always just blast my music.
And sing and dance around my room until everything just felt better.
You know?
That's why I wanted to do this.
Because music was the one thing that was always there for me.
Right on.
- Yeah. - Nora.
The problem is, I got such a late start.
And now, I'm just making it up as I go along.
But I know one thing.
I am working with the greatest band in the world.
You got Jimmy Jam and the Flimflammers?
No, Zoot.
I got Dr. Teeth and The Electric Mayhem.
I mean, sure, you're not playing The Hollywood Bowl yet,
but I promise I will do everything I can to make it happen
because I believe in you.
Feelin' sneezy or queasy?
Nope. This is the real Nora...
...opening her heart to us.
And like, wow! You're just shining.
What's happening?
It's really not necessary.
Okay, you're joining, too.
Stop making me feel feelings.
Nora.
There you are.
So, everything work out?
It really did.
See that? Fake it till you make it.
Mmm... Not anymore. Turns out lying won't work with The Mayhem.
Wait, so, the band knows the truth?
- Yep. - And they don't care
that you're not some high-powered, CEO boss babe?
- No. - God!
You must feel so free.
I do.
Keeping up with all those lies was exhausting.
Yeah. Tell me about it.
I'm currently at Mount Fuji on some epic hike.
Well, I've got something even better.
Ah. Fresh air. Soothes the soul.
Now, I get why my doctor said I should be doin' more healthy activities.
Ain't that right, Doc?
I suggest you get a second opinion on my opinion.
We're almost there.
And, like, it's totally easier on the way down.
This isn't down?
How is this better than holding up a toilet to my face?
Hang in there, Han. It grows on you.
Wow, never would have pegged you as a hiker.
I don't mean to brag, but I've been doing this since Tuesday.
You know, I like gettin' to know the real Nora.
Yeah, same here.
Hey, next time, I'll try listening to your advice.
I'll settle for you listening to my demo.
Wow. You do not quit, do you?
I do not, no.
And now, you're gettin' to know the real me.
- Oh, snap.
Bye-bye, Darren.
So, looks like awkward guy is growing on you, huh?
- Moog? No, he's not my type. - Mmm-hmm.
Bless you!
Okay.
Transplendent, isn't it?
Wow.
As much as I love a green screen, this is something you can't fake.
Yeah.
Neither is managing these guys.
I'm just hoping this being honest thing actually pays off.
I believe that's called karma.
- Oh!
Mahna-mahna.
Hey! (MUMBLES INDISTINCTLY) Huh?
Oh, yes, I... Just a second.
Yeah, Nobu.
- What? For me? - Mmm-hmm.
- Who is it? - I believe that's karma calling.
No way!
Hmm?
Hello?
Here we go.
- Wha... Wha... Uh...