- Is he ever gonna stop? - What?
Rebecca: Is he ever going to stop?
Dylan: Aah! Rebecca: Dylan!
Dylan: Come on. My mom bought me these.
I want to learn her favorite drum solo
so I can play it when she comes.
Rebecca: Look. I know you miss her,
but you're already so great at rapping.
When she comes, you should impress her
with your rap game.
Dylan: I hear you. My skills aren't there yet.
Yasmine: Dylan, if you're here, then who's...
Charlie: Aah!
Dylan: No. Don't make me!
Charlie: Hey. Hey!
Dylan: No.
Please.
Get off me, fool! Get off me, fool!
Oh, you don't want this smoke!
What's up? What's up?
Charlie: Dylan, relax. There's no smoke.
It's a pillow.
Dylan: Charlie, man, what were you thinking
waking me up like that?
You could have got got!
Charlie: You were talking in your sleep.
Dylan: Oh, man. My bad.
I was having a bad dream.
Charlie: Ugh. The worst kind of dream.
What was it?
Dylan: Well, you know how--
Charlie: Wait!
If it had anything to do with robots, don't tell me.
Or mummies or sharks.
Or zombies or spiders or penguins or--
Dylan: Wait!
What's so scary about penguins?
Charlie: Nothing really.
I just don't trust the way they waddle.
Dylan: Weird, but OK.
Charlie: So what was it?
Dylan: It was about my mom.
She was coming to get me.
Charlie: That doesn't sound scary.
Isn't that what you want?
Dylan: Yeah. I mean, I don't know.
I kind of like being here.
Charlie: Well, I like you being here, too.
You're like the brother I never had.
Dylan: Thanks, bro.
Charlie: Way better than the sister I do have.
Dylan: Ehh.
Yasmine: ♪ Da da da
Charlie: Oh, no. Not--not--not today.
Not today. Not today! Not today!
Not today! Dylan, get up! Dylan, get up!
Dylan: What the heck is going on?
Charlie: Get up. You know.
Dylan: Why are you putting clothes on?
What are you doing? Aah!
Come on, Charlie, man!
I'm from the streets.
Don't be grabbing on me like that.
Charlie: Oh, OK. Fine. Sorry, but we got to go now.
Dylan: What is it?
Charlie: No. You hear that song?
Yasmine: ♪ Da da da
Charlie: That song means it's... Too late.
No!
Dylan: What--what is going on around here?
Aah!
Yasmine: I'll tell you what's going on.
Dylan: Aah! Oh, man!
I'm a goner! I'm goner!
Aah! Charlie! Aah!
Sorry, bro.
No. Too obvious.
Aah! Ohh! Aah! No!
Aw, dang it!
[crunch]
Can you help me out of this?
Myles: Let's go, web boy.
Mm-hmm.
Viola: You were right.
I caught this one in the bushes.
Ha ha ha!
Charlie: Today's not gonna be a good day.
Myles: Today is the third Saturday of spring,
which means it's...
Adults: Annual family cleaning day!
Rebecca: No! Charlie: No!
Dylan: Noooo!
♪ There once was a kid from the city of Chi ♪
♪ Ma knew I was important, not a regular guy ♪
♪ Everybody follow me, I'mma take you on a trip ♪
♪ Buckle up, let's go, I'mma getchu all hip ♪
♪ I'm a star, came up from a block in Chi-town ♪
♪ Livin' large, I'm tryna balance school and these bars ♪
♪ Came far, ain't no better feelin' ♪
♪ I tell 'em, "you gon love Young Dylan" ♪
♪ Young Dylan Singers: ♪ Ay! Young Dyl
Dylan: Dylan! ♪ Young Dylan
Singers: ♪ Ay! Young Dyl Dylan: ♪ Ay! Get 'em, Dyl
♪ I tell 'em, "you gon love Young Dylan" ♪
[kids screaming]
Dylan: Wait. What is annual family cleaning day?
Rebecca: Every year on the third saturday
of spring--today-- is the dreadful annual--
Adults: Family cleaning day!
Rebecca: Ugh!
Charlie: They make us spend the whole day cleaning!
Myles: Mm-hmm. It's been a tradition
since I was a kid.
Rebecca: A terrible, terrible tradition.
Yasmine: Oh, come on. It's fun.
Charlie: Fun?!
Fun for you. You guys are adults.
You get to decide whether you clean or not.
Myles: That's the fun part.
[crunch]
Yasmine: Viola, thanks for coming to help
wrangle the kids.
Viola: Are you kidding, baby?
I wouldn't have missed it for the world.
It was better than Christmas.
Ha!
Dylan: All right. That was so great.
Really great. Y'all did good.
I'mma go back to bed.
I'll catch y'all on the flipside.
Yasmine: Excuse me. Did you not just hear
what we just said?
Dylan: Family cleaning day, which means
it's for family, so, uh, enjoy.
Viola: Excuse me.
Who do you think these people are,
the Wayne Brady bunch?
This is your family, boy.
Dylan: You know I feel you on that one, gran gran,
but, uh--
Viola: But...you gonna be feeling a knot
upside your head if you don't stop acting like
this ain't your family.
Myles: And as part of this family,
you have to participate in FCD.
Rebecca: Dad, can you just call it family cleaning day?
It's lame enough as it is.
Myles: Hmm. Sure, sweetie.
Now for this year's FCD...
Charlie: Ugh!
Myles: You all get to participate
in a very special project
in getting this place ready for my--
Yasmine: Ahem. Myles: Our new home gym.
Viola: Mm-mm-mm.
[Charlie and Rebecca groaning]
My own son a sellout.
Yasmine: Thank you. I'm glad you're on my side
for this one.
Viola: Girl, don't push it.
Yasmine: So, Viola, are you staying to help clean?
Viola: Heh heh heh.
Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!
Ha ha ha! Oh, Lord.
Ha ha ha! Ohh! Ha ha!
Yasmine: I guess that's a no.
Charlie: Dad, where's the home gym supposed to go?
Myles: The garage.
Dylan: Wait. What?!
The garage is where my studio is.
Rebecca: Oh, no.
Dylan: You can't turn it into a gym, Pops.
That's the only thing in the house that's mine.
Myles: Dylan, Dylan, Dylan,
you can still use it as a studio.
You're just gonna have to learn to rap
and ride a bike at the same time.
Dylan: Oh, I see. You got jokes.
Right. This is y'all's home. Cool.
Yasmine: Uh, Dylan.
Dylan: Don't even trip, aunty Yas.
My mom will be coming soon, so I can help
y'all out till she does.
No sweat.
Yasmine: What was that about?
Charlie: Dylan had a dream about his mom last night.
He said she was coming to get him.
Myles: And he thinks that's gonna happen?
Charlie: Yeah, I think so.
[Myles sighs]
Yasmine: What are we gonna do about Dylan?
I don't like to hear that he doesn't feel like
we're family.
Myles: Yeah. Me neither.
Ugh. But I think I have an idea.
Yasmine: Well, bring it.
Myles: Well, first, we got to get you out of this,
Miss Housebuster.
Hey, kids. Look.
Uh, your mom and I, we have to run out
for a little bit, all right?
We'll be right back.
Rebecca: Where are you going?
Myles: Uh, we just have to run a few errands,
so why don't you guys get started on the garage?
Yasmine: And don't open the door for anyone.
Rebecca: You know, I mean, we could wait
until you guys got back.
I mean...
Yasmine: Nice try. Myles: Yeah.
Yasmine: Go. Myles: Go.
Charlie: Could you-- Uh, Rebecca, can you help me?
Charlie: Hey. There you are.
Rebecca said if you're not downstairs
with a broom in your hand in minutes
she'll be up here with a broom in her hand in .
I think it's some kind of thr*at.
Dylan: Huh. I'll be gone in minutes anyway.
Charlie: What are you doing?
Dylan: I'm about to bounce, chuck.
I'm tired of the disrespect.
Your parents would rather have a gym
than me anyway.
Charlie: I don't think that's true.
Dylan: Whatever.
This was always temporary,
and you don't just have dreams about things
for no reason.
My mom will be here soon,
and you guys don't need me to wait around here
till she does,
so I'mma go crash at my boy DJ's crib.
He's a D-J.
Charlie: So he's D-J DJ?
Dylan: Yep. He's only ,
but he plays at every Bat Mitzvah in the Chi.
Ew, man! What is this? Agh!
Charlie: Oh, oh, oh! I was wondering
where that was. Ha ha!
Dylan: Ugh, bro! Why was this in my bag?
Charlie: Well, it's a funny story.
A couple of days ago, I--
Dylan: Nope, nope, nope. Don't want to know.
I'm out of here.
Charlie: But you can't leave.
You just said I'm like your little brother.
Dylan: My annoying little brother.
Just messing, little bruh.
I'll be back soon.
Rebecca: And then he looked me straight in the eye,
and he said, "Can I borrow a pen?"
Can you believe that?
I know. Right?
So thirsty. Ugh.
Where do you think you're going?
Dylan: Running away.
Rebecca: Yeah, sure. Well, grab a load of junk
on your way out. Heh heh.
Girl, I know!
She needs to mind her business.
Charlie: Dylan, wait up! You can't leave.
You're part of this family,
and family is supposed to stick together.
Dylan: Well, then come with me.
Charlie: What?!
Dylan: Come with me.
D-J DJ's got plenty of space.
Charlie: No, no, no.
I can't leave, and you can't leave either.
Dylan: Charlie, you cannot force me to stay here,
so you're either with me or against me.
Charlie: Fine.
Dylan: All right, chuckles. Stay up.
[sighs]
Dylan, wait up!
Myles: I know. Right? And it's gonna be great.
Ahem!
What's this?
Rebecca: What's what?
Myles: Rebecca, I thought we told you to clean up.
Why's there still stuff everywhere?
Rebecca: Well, Dylan and Charlie stopped helping,
so if they're not gonna clean,
I'm not gonna clean either.
Yasmine: Wait a minute.
They just stopped helping?
Myles: Dylan, Charlie, downstairs now!
OK. What are they doing?
Rebecca: I don't know. They just disappeared.
I haven't seen them since--
Ruh-roh.
Yasmine: "Ruh-roh" what?
Rebecca: OK. So don't be mad,
but I might have heard Dylan mentioning running away earlier.
Yasmine and Myles: What?!
Rebecca: No big deal. It's just, you know, I--
I just haven't seen him since.
Well, I don't know. I thought it was a joke.
Myles: Rebecca, how long ago was that?
Rebecca: Uh-uh-uh. About an hour or so.
Yasmine: An hour?!
And Charlie went with him?
Oh, my gosh! We got to call the cops!
We got to call the cops! My baby is all out there
all alone!
Rebecca: Don't worry. He's not alone.
Dylan's with him.
Yasmine: Rebecca, can it.
Myles: OK. Baby, baby, baby, give me the keys.
Give me the keys. OK.
I'm gonna drive around, see if I spot them.
In the meantime, drink some jasmine tea or something, OK?
Calm down.
You sit down.
Yasmine: Oh, Charlie!
Oh, oh! Ahh!
Charlie: Hi, Mom. Yasmine: Hi!
Oh, my goodness. I'm so glad you're here. Aw.
Myles: Boy, why you didn't answer me when I called you?
Charlie: You called me?
I must have not heard you.
I--I'm really sorry.
Yasmine: Oh. It's OK, baby.
We're just happy you're here.
Myles: OK, Charlie. Where's Dylan?
Charlie: What? He's not down here?
Gosh, I don't know then.
Myles: That boy done ran away.
Rebecca: Charlie's lying.
Charlie: No, I'm not. You're lying!
Yasmine: Charlie, if Dylan ran away
and you know where he is,
you have to tell us.
Myles: My mama gonna k*ll me.
Yasmine: Charlie.
Charlie: I don't know anything.
[thumping]
Yasmine: What was that? Charlie: Nothing.
Probably one of my socks... fell over.
Yasmine: What?
[thumping]
Uh...
Myles: Dylan! Charlie: Uh...
Uh...
Myles: Dylan? Yasmine: Dylan?
Charlie: Well, nothing in here, so we can all--
[thumping]
Myles: It's coming from Rebecca's room.
Yasmine: Ohh!
Charlie: It's just your imaginations!
No!
Yasmine: Dylan? Myles: Dylan?
Yasmine: Oh!
Rebecca: Man, this is getting weird.
[Dylan shouting]
Myles: OK. OK.
OK. Come here. Come on.
Dylan: Agh! Myles: Relax.
Relax, buddy.
Now that's better.
Now what's going on with you?
Dylan: Uncle Myles, I don't know.
My dream got me all messed up.
Yasmine: About your mom coming back?
Dylan: Yeah. She was saying in my dream she was
coming to get me.
Myles: And you don't want her to?
Dylan: No. Yeah, but I'm not sure.
Rebecca: Is anyone else confused by this?
Yasmine: OK. OK. Rebecca: I need an aspirin.
Yasmine: It's OK. You don't have to decide right now.
Dylan: I don't? Yasmine: No.
Myles: No. I mean, it was just a dream.
Yasmine: Whether it's cleaning or cooking up fire
in the garage, you're part of this family.
Dylan: For real? Yasmine: Yeah.
Dylan: But what about your home gym?
Myles: You're part of our family now,
and you were right.
You deserve a place in this home to call your own.
Dylan: I--thank you, thank you.
Rebecca: It's so beautiful!
Oh, oh, the love!
[thumping]
Uh, Dad, what was that?
Myles: Charlie, who else did you tie up?
Rebecca: Well, this isn't weird at all.
Myles: Mom.
Viola: Oh. I see you finally decided
to take some of my parenting advice.
- Myles. - Yes, Mom?
Dylan's mama called.
Myles: What? Well, what'd she say?
Viola: She said she was coming to get him.
I came right over to tell y'all.
Yasmine: Darlene is coming to get Dylan?
When?
Viola: Girl, you really don't know
what an inside voice is, do you?
Dylan: My mom's coming to get me?
Viola: Yes, baby.
She's on her way now.
Dylan: I knew it! Gran gran, I had a dream
she was coming to get me.
Viola: Oh! Oh! He got the gift!
Myles, the boy's got the gift!
Oh! I knew this day was coming!
Dylan: I told you guys my mom was coming.
I knew she wasn't gonna leave me.
Charlie: But you just said you wanted to be here.
Yasmine: Charlie.
Charlie: No. That's not fair.
Dylan: I--
[doorbell rings]
- Mama! - Hi, baby!
Ohh.
Dylan: Mom, where have you been?
Darlene: Oh, I have been traveling,
seeing the world.
Myles: Really?
Darlene: Stay out of this, Myles.
I wish you could have been there.
I have so many pictures.
Viola: Hello, Darlene.
Darlene: Hi, Mom, Myles, Yasmine.
Yasmine: Heh.
Darlene: When mama told me you were taking Dylan in,
I was so thankful.
Myles: Yeah. Yeah. You know, I could tell
by the note you sent me.
Darlene: Hmm.
Rebecca and Charlie!
Ooh! You guys are so big!
Myles: Hey, Darlene. Darlene: Mm-hmm?
Myles: So...what's going on?
Darlene: Nothing. Um, I'm doing better now.
I'm in a nice, stable place. Mm-hmm.
I think it's time for Dylan to come home with me.
Myles: Yeah. Look, Darlene. I--I don't think that--
Darlene: What? I'm here to get my son.
OK. Dylan, go get your things.
Dylan: Mom, I--
Darlene: You what?
Charlie: He wants to stay here!
Yasmine: Charlie. Charlie. Charlie: Err!
Darlene: Oh. You do?
Dylan: I--I don't want to disappoint you,
but I--
Darlene: But what?
Dylan: I kind of like it here.
Darlene: So tell me,
what do you want to do?
You want to come with me, or do you want to stay here?
Dylan: I--I can't choose.
Darlene: Well, it's a good thing you don't have to.
You're coming with me.
Myles: Hey, hey, hey. Hold it right there!
Darlene: Don't try and stop me, Myles.
Myles: I meant Charlie.
Charlie: Great. Way to go, dad!
Myles: I'll see you soon? Dylan: Mm-hmm.
Darlene: It's time to go.
[door closes]