Uh, guys? Any word on tracking down your van from the Beliebers who stole it?
Okay. - Not at all.
Now, I'm just the band chauffeur?
Okay. - Not at all.
Are you even listening?
- Okay. - Not at all.
I don't know how you're on your phones without getting carsick.
I myself have a stomach of steel...
Oh, my!
Um, I don't feel so...
Just put the phones down.
But I'm tweeting my followers, and they need to...
These phones are becoming a real problem.
Uh-oh. Uh-oh.
No. Everyone, just calm down and take a deep breath, okay? Just...
There. Good.
Rock on! Rock on! Rock on!
And that's when I realized, true self-love
begins with understanding the limits of your own self.
Stretch with me.
First, we try a little downward dog.
Downward facing upside.
Reclining donkey.
The three-legged rooster.
The flirty mermaid.
The drowsy dreidel.
The nauseous narwhal.
The magician's assistant.
Whee!
Sorry to interrupt... Whoa, Janice,
you got a million Instagram followers in a week?
I know, right?
Like, who knew so many random people would relate to my self-healing journey?
It's like they blindly follow everything I say.
It's wonderful.
I'm sure. But hey, I got even bigger news.
So, band meeting downstairs. Five minutes.
For sure.
Okay, now, let's breathe in peace.
And breathe out love.
It's important to know that when you're reclaiming a piece of...
It's equally important... In your heart.
Oh! That is gold.
Sorry. Who are all you people?
We're speech writers.
For?
Mr. Lips had a vision. He's on a mission to save the world.
A lot of things happened in Joshua Tree. I was a falcon, it was a thing.
But as important as this is, there's a band meeting in five.
You're in a band?
TikTok. TikTok. Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick. TikTok.
TikTok.
Oh. Is he okay?
Okay? Oh, he's crushing it.
Tik-tik.
Turns out, Animal has killer rhythm.
- Tok-tok. - Who knew?
Aside from the whole drummer thing.
Tok-tik.
Yeah, you've been doing this for two days straight.
He seems kinda TikToked out.
Tok-tok
- Okay. Well,
good time for a break. See you downstairs, band meeting.
It's gonna be great. Hear that, Doc?
Band meeting in five.
Oh, uh, could you double that time, Label Lady?
I got a spicy new video to post on my channel.
Oh, okay. Sorry, what does that mean?
Penny eats hot stuff and I capture the magic.
Next up, is the Penny One-chip Challenge.
Satan's Blowout Hot Chip Challenge.
Says here we should have a mortician standin' by.
That's not so... Whoo!
That's some spicy chip right there.
I can't see.
I can't see. I'm going down. I'm going do... I'm go... I'm...
I feel nothin'.
Well, I'm glad you're alive and you can still see.
Well, to be clear, you are, in fact, a blurred silhouette.
My entire face is numb to the touch
and my body is trapped in a blazing chip-induced hellscape of my own making.
So, yes to the band meeting?
Pos-ulutely. I'm headed there now.
Yeah.
Uh...
You tell them there was a meeting?
- Yes, I did. This is nuts. - Okay. Good. Yeah.
I finally make good on my promise of booking them the Hollywood Bowl,
and they don't even know
because they're too busy tweeting and TikToking.
All right, y'all! Ready for the big news.
Thank you. You see, at least, somebody showed up.
Oh, of course.
I couldn't wait to tell y'all about my surprise.
- Wait, your surprise? - I got a song on the Internet.
Surprise!
Um, seriously? Because Nora has a whole release strategy...
Ah-ah-ah, just watch the video.
Here we go.
- Hit skip ad.
No, no, no. Skip ad? That's the best part.
Right?
Ma's soup, it's not bad.
Ta-da.
Uh...
That song is not from the album.
Oh, no, it is not.
Hey, remember when I spitefully wrote that love song about soup?
It was in that very moment when I discovered my true life's passion,
writin' ad jingles to play before Internet videos.
Floyd, you're part of a famous band. You don't need to be a jinglist.
And you don't need to step on my dreams.
You ain't gonna tell me that I can't write my jingles.
It's what I do.
It's what I love. It's what I am.
What is happening right now?
I know. It's like the only way
to get that catchy little tune out of my head, is with soup.
No. I'm talking about The Mayhem.
Since when are they too busy to hang out? They do everything together, always.
And now, they do everything apart.
Well done, Label Lady.
You've been taking shots at me all week. Why?
No deal, I'm good.
What? Are you leaving?
Album's done. So, I'm done, right?
Come on, Moog. Don't be like that.
You can't just go.
Why not?
It's just... We did it.
I thought we would celebrate this win together.
Win? You can't even get the band
off their cell phones and down in the studio.
So, what? They're enjoying a little independence.
Is that such a bad thing?
When's the last time you heard them play music?
Literally a minute ago. Yeah, Floyd dropped a single.
You mean "jingle."
Yeah, it was a jingle-single.
Okay, look, the band is on fire right now, okay?
I mean, Penny and Teeth are YouTube superstars.
Animal's trending on TikTok.
Lips is using the Internet to literally change the world
and I'm pretty sure Janice is a cult leader by complete accident.
So, yeah, the band is blowing up because of me.
Yeah, you blew 'em up all right,
'cause that's not the band. Deep down, you know it, too.
Everything okay, Smooshie?
Smooshie's fine.
I was just going.
Congrats on the album, Nora.
Congrats on being a power couple.
Congrats on everything.
Ooh, sweet man. Gonna miss him.
Yeah, it's fine. We'll see him at the Bowl.
Which reminds me, we have to tell the band about the big news.
Or, we could tell it to the whole world.
Yeah, how exactly?
I just have to call my friend, God.
Peace to the planet. Charlamagne Tha God here,
live from LA today, and I'm takin' a break
from the world's most dangerous morning show
to give y'all a little Mayhem instead.
- In the building right now. All right.
- Amen. Amen. How y'all feelin'?
We are most humblised to be in the presence of "The God."
And thank you for creating butterflies and snowflakes
and mini horses.
They're like the baby dolphins of the land.
Do you know Santa?
Yeah you do know I'm not "The God," right?
I'm just Tha God. It's a difference.
Oh!
- Yeah. That makes sense. Okay. For sure.
Psst. Hey, I can take photos with my phone.
Zoot here has always been our band shutterbug.
Posting his Polaroids on the ceiling of our van.
Yeah, now he posts on Instagram. You ever heard of this Instagram?
Sure.
- Tik-Tok.
What's up with Animal? He gonna be aight?
Oh, yeah, yeah. No, my man's a little tuckered
from all that tikin' and tokin' and dancin' and rockin'.
Tok-tok.
At least your hard work has produced some new music, right?
Oh, indeed it has.
I just wrote a jingle on spec for IKEA. Wanna hear it? It goes like this.
I thought we'd talk about the new album.
You're workin' on a solo project, Floyd?
Not just me. Uh...
Oh, Lips here is working on a Ted talk. Save the world.
Oh, that's dope.
Yeah, dope it is, mister...
And my solo project is, well, more of a duo with my lady love, Penny.
Which reminds me,
please subscribulate to our YouTube channel
by typing in the letters "H-T-T-P,"
- then comes two dots all stacked up.
Then two lazy lines that lean to the right,
and then a "W," "W" and another "W,"
and just to clarify, do not type the letter "U" twice.
I mean an actual "W."
Aren't they supposed to be talking about the album?
Yes. Yes, they are.
And then type a period or as the kids say, "dot,"
and then you write C-O-M.
What was that address again?
- H... - It's cool. I'm familiar with that.
As are we.
The information super highway has been a truly wonderific road to travel.
Oh, for sure. We're, like, all finding our individual voices.
Shout-out to my loyal followers.
They call themselves the "Forsureleans"
and they call me their spirit mother.
Aw. - That's sweet.
Wow, Spirit Mother. Listen, if all of y'all are doin' your own thing,
does this mean the band's takin' a break?
No. No, no, no, that would never happen.
But now that you mention it,
I would dig a brief hiatus, so I can focus on my solo career.
Man, you so deserve that, Floyd Pepper.
Well, thank you very much, Mr. Dr. Teeth.
And may every fiery pepper you and Penny feast upon,
bring you one step closer to your dream.
Well, isn't that lovely?
So, y'all are breakin' up?
It's more like we're lovingly comin' together
to hastily go in our separate directions.
Did the band just break up?
Like, totally, and as my Goopy gal pal Gwyneth would say,
"we're consciously un-banding."
I think the band just broke up.
Someone needs to do something.
Yeah, you, Nora. You need to do something.
I... Argh!
This just might be the friendliest band breakup in the history of music...
No, stop. Sorry, sorry.
Ignore, Mr. Tha God. Hi, the band is still a band.
Hey! It's Label Lady.
Come here, so we can thank you for all you've done for us.
Oh, so, it's her fault the band is breakin' up.
No, no. Not my fault.
Oh, come on, now. She's just bein' modest.
It was specifically Nora Singh and Nora Singh alone,
that connected us to a whole new world wide web of friends.
Which broke up the band.
- Correct.
No, no. No, let's table the breakup talk,
because I'm actually here to officially announce
that next week, The Electric Mayhem will be doing a surprise concert at...
Oh, no can do.
Next week, I'll be indisposed,
feasting upon the finest fiery flavors of Finland and beyondland.
Okay. Ooh.
Since when?
Since ten seconds ago.
Uh, Penny texted. She heard the band's takin' hiatus
and immediately booked a romantic worldwide voyage.
Oh, that's nice!
- Penny's listening to this? Right now? - Mmm-hmm.
Great stuff. Thank you for the exclusive.
No! I didn't give you any details on the...
I'd love to keep talkin', but we're outta time. Sorry...
- Time! Tik-tok, tick-tok, tick-tok!
Would you like to be a Forsurelean?
No.
- There he goes.
I know you're all impulsive, but this is too much.
How can you go your separate ways after 40 years together?
Actually, it's 50.
And besides, true family never really says goodbye.
Hey, Janice!
Bye.
Bye! Bye, Zoot.
Oh, my God. Moog was right.
- I broke up the band. - No, don't say that.
You opened our eyes
and showed us there's a whole world beyond The Mayhem.
Oh, and don't forget your family album. Here you go.
Perhaps, one day, we'll find our way back home,
but until then, you'll always be an honorary Forsurelean,
who shall be spared during the reckoning.
The what, now?
You have soft skin.
- Bye. - Bye.
Hey! I got your text and...
The interview didn't go great.
Are you kidding me?
I'm over the moon!
Why? The band broke up.
Exactly!
Now, I get to take my Teethy
on a spicy pepper palooza cruise around the world.
Our show's going global.
- Phew!
Now you know why I'm jiggling so much.
I gotta fit in my scuba suit.
You can't just take Teeth and leave.
He has the band, and you have a company to run.
No, I don't.
But you do.
What?
The whole town's talking about how you helped The Mayhem.
We're getting flooded with calls
from all kinds of bands that want to sign with us.
With you!
Seriously?
It's yours, bubala.
I'm handin' you the keys to Wax Town Records,
just like you always wanted.
I don't know what to say.
Well, say "Yes" already. I got packin' to do.
Yes! Yes!
Penny, thank you for everything.
Okay, I will not let you down.
I know you won't, kid.
Mostly because I have very low expectations.
Hey! Who's ready to celebrate?
I booked us Musso & Frank's. Rib eyes on me.
Wait! How do you even...
I was listening with Penny when the band imploded.
Great radio, though.
Now, I finally get to sail the ocean blue with my hunk of green,
while you live your dreams running Wax Town Records.
By the way, there's mold.
It's all happenin', Smoosh. My app, your label.
We really are an unstoppable power couple.
JJ helped arrange all of it.
Yup, skippin' town with Teethy-poo was all his idea.
Are you mad?
How are you mad? This is exactly what you wanted.
No! The last thing I wanted was for the band to break up.
- Who cares about The Mayhem? - Excuse me?
No disrespect. I'm just saying,
now you get to work with all sorts of bands. New bands,
relevant ones.
Wow.
You really think I'd pick this label over The Mayhem?
This is coming out wrong.
I know all you ever wanted was to make music,
and now, you actually get to.
Not like this.
Hey, handsome,
are we still going for steaks, or what?
Nora, can you give me a hand moving all these boxes in, please?
You do know everyone is moving out, right?
Yeah, no. These are all for Animal. Mmm-hmm.
He's got sponsors, Nora.
Designer clothing, designer hair care, designer water.
Congrats on making #Hanimal such a big trend.
Yeah, no. They dropped the "H," Nora.
Now, it's just plain old #Animal.
That's not the worst thing in the world, right?
I worked my butt off making videos
and he literally scratches himself on camera, and goes viral.
-TikTok.
Itchy. Yeah.
It's almost like social media is just
shallow and pointless.
Did you really not realize this until right now?
I did not!
Even worse, Animal's so hooked, I confiscated his phone
and now he's going through withdrawal.
TikTok.
It's all meaningless, Nora.
All of it! The posting, the influencing, the TikToking.
TikTok!
- No! No, no more. Okay, okay. - Tik, tik, tik.
I'm deleting all of these stupid accounts.
Yours and mine. And we can finally be free.
- You're free! - TikTok!
No, he needs help.
That's all my fault.
Hold on. Did you actually delete your account?
- Oh, no. - Wow.
I think I'm having, like, a legit existential crisis right now.
Calm down, okay? Because the good news is,
we both are.
Why?
Penny gave me the label.
So, you made one album, and now, you're an actual CEO boss babe?
I guess I am.
Nora, how is that a crisis?
Just hard to take the win when it feels like I lost everything else.
Uh-oh.
TikTok.
Seriously?
Trending!
Give me that!
And I thought I had a problem.
TikTok.
Wait.
Zoot threw away his camera?
And his pictures.
Yeah, Zoot's gone digital.
- Hey, Animal. - Huh?
What do you say we forget about all of this and just
remember the good times?
Good times?
Good times.
The band was perfect, just being The Mayhem.
No phones, no goals.
Just music and each other.
At least you helped them make that album, right?
Yeah.
But I think this whole time, I've been focusing on the wrong album.
Growing up, I watched our family fall apart.
I'm not gonna let it happen to this one.
Hey!
How'd you find me?
Well, my sister kinda has a knack for cyber-stalking people on the Internet.
Moog!
Nora.
What are you doing up there?
You know, just contemplating my life choices,
now that my favorite band has fallen apart.
It's not like anybody warned you.
I know, okay?
We were a team and I let JJ get in the way, and I blew it.
Look, whatever you want,
I'm just not interested.
You will be.
I don't care what it takes.
The Electric Mayhem will play the Hollywood Bowl.
Nora, come on.
There is no Electric Mayhem.
Not unless we fix this.
Please.
Moog, they need you.
I need you.
Can you please say something?
I say...
...let's get the band back together.
Looks just like you.