02x19 - It's Your Party and I'll Spy If I Want To

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♪ ♪

I can't wait for
your birthday party.

Thirteen. The big - .

Oh yeah. You gonna
see some teenage things.

Ooh, like what?

You know, like, uh...

Actually, I don't know.

Our mom gonna plan it. And she's
gonna crush it like she does every year.

Yeah, if anybody can
plan a th birthday party,

it is our party-planning mama.

I'm sorry. Did we
just hear that right?

You're letting your mom
plan your th birthday party?

Everyone knows the first rule
of teenage parties is "no moms."

Especially when you're the first ones
in our class to have a teenage party.

How do you know what
we're talking about?

Bad news travels fast.

And it's about to
travel a whole lot

faster once I post it
on the peanut page.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Let's
everybody calm down.

And Sienna, put your
postin' fingers away.

Guys, this is serious.
You're the first ones up.

Yeah, and if it goes well,
you could be legends.

Booker, we could be legends.

And if it goes bad,

you'll be known as whatever
I say you'll be known as.

We could be known as something
that we don't even know what it is yet.

Okay, fine. We'll tell our
mom she can't plan our party.

And she also can't be there.

Our mom can't be at our party?

Ooh! What party?

Um, our birthday party that our
mom will not be planning nor attending.

Really? I just heard
she's doing both.

Sorry... My finger slipped.

Well she's not, so if you'd
like to come, you're invited.

Really?

Really.

Wow. Great. Thanks, Nia.

- Really?
- Really.

Really?

Really. Look, once
you become a teenager,

it's time to put away
those childish things.

This is gonna be some party!

Speaking of putting
away childish things...

What? We can't invite Levi?

But he's like my little brother.

- He's not a teenager.
- Neither are any of you.

- We're on the cusp!
- But Levi's on the cusp of the cusp.

We don't make the rules here!

Great...

Now we have to tell mom and
Levi they can't come to our party,

and you know how
excited mom gets.

Booker, we are teenagers
now. We can handle this.

We're just gonna walk in
there and tell mom what's what.

♪ ♪

Mom, we got
something to tell you.

Mom. Mom, are you okay?

Yeah, baby. I'm okay.

I just, um... I've been
planning your party all day.

Nothing brings me more joy.

Okay, now, what did
you want to tell me?

- What?
- What?

♪ Ohhhh ♪

♪ hey! ♪

♪ Yo, let me tell
you something ♪

♪ had my vision all worked out ♪

♪ but then life
had other plans ♪

♪ it's crazy when things
turned upside down ♪

♪ but you gotta get up
and take that chance ♪

♪ maybe I'm just
finding my way ♪

♪ yeah, we're gonna be okay ♪

♪ it might be wild but you
know that we make it work ♪

♪ we're just kids caught
up in a crazy world, c'mon ♪

♪ it's Raven's home ♪

♪ it's Raven's home ♪

♪ might be tough but
together we make it look good ♪

♪ down for each other
like family should ♪

♪ it's Raven's home ♪

♪ it's Raven's home ♪

♪ 'cause no matter the weather
you know we gon' shine ♪

♪ there for each other
you know it's our time ♪

Yup, that's us!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Okay, mom, here's the thing...

me first again. Okay, this year,

I thought your
birthday theme should be " ."

I made a list of activities,

ice cream flavors,
karaoke songs about being , and...

I also made ...

birthday party hats.

They were actually
your rd birthday party hats,

and I added
a one. I think it works.

Wow... wow,
mom, this all sounds amazing,

but here's the thing...

hey! Do you remember that
birthday I put together for you two

when the firetruck came?

Oh! You should
have seen the looks on your faces.

You know, ever since
then, I've been tryna top that.

I think I did it this year.

O-okay, mom,

here's the thing...

you know
what? I'm just gon' jot it down.

- All right...
- Alrighty.

"We're planning our own party."

Yes, because
now that we're ...

"we're
planning... Our own... party."

Because now
that we're more mature,

it's not really
cool for our mom to plan it.

lemme get this
straight, Booker. You jotted down...

"we're planning our own party."

Did you mis-jot?

I did not mis-jot.

Mom, mom, are you okay?

Oh, tat wasn't me.
No, that was him.

Okay, okay, fine. All right.

Kids, fine. You're
planning your own party.

Mm-hm.

Who's paying for it?

Uh, mom, you've
already saved for it.

No, no that's my money. You can't
use my money, that's my money.

Okay, fine. You guys...

You can plan your own party.

But, you just have to promise me

that you'll let me be there
when you blow out the candles

on the -layer birthday
cake I got you two.

Okay, mom... here's...
here's the other thing...

No, no, that one was me.

Check out my cool,
teenage party look.

What?

"You're not invited
to the party."

"You're not invited
to the party."

So, if I'm reading
this correctly...

You're not invited
to the party, Levi.

♪ ♪

So, you sure you're okay
not coming to the party?

Sure, yeah, it's fine.

Well, you know,
this isn't about you.

It's just about you
not being a teenager.

Not about me. Your
party. Whatever.

So, everything's cool?

Because you still haven't
said any real words.

Oh, I got real words.
Traitor. Stupid party.

Well, you can still wear your
teenage party outfit for Thanksgiving.

I've got nothing
to be thankful for.

Hey! There he is!

Legend in the making.
Teenage party man.

Ooh, TPM. I like it.

What have you got
planned for your party, TPM?

Oh, you know, we're
having a kick back.

Some music, some food.

So, is this a dresses
or jeans party?

Whatever you're comfortable in.

So my basketball
shorts are cool?

Sure. Shorts, jeans,
dresses. Whatever.

Whatever? I don't know.

This party sounds a
little loosey-goosey.

When you're a teenager,
there are no rules.

Ooh.

That's right. No rules.

- Ooh.
- So, what about dancing?

There could be dancing.

Good... What's
Nia's favorite color?

Why?

I want to wear a tie she'll like
since I'm asking her to dance.

What? You're gonna
dance with my sister?

- Yeah.
- You know? I'm gonna wear a tie, too.

Why are you gonna wear a tie?

'Cause I'm also
asking Nia to dance.

What? Forget it.
It's a no-tie party.

No moms. No Levis. No ties.

And her favorite color
is: She's my sister!

Sounds like a lot of
rules for a no-rules party.

So, I totally know what I'm
gonna wear at your party,

and I hope Booker likes it.

- Why?
- Well, I'm gonna ask him to dance.

- Booker?
- Yeah, he's an amazing dancer.

- Booker-Booker?
- And he's super cute.

My brother, Booker? Excuse me.

- Booker!
- Nia!

We need to talk...

At home.

♪ ♪

"Separate parties"?

Yes!

I can't believe we were
both thinking the same thing.

I mean...

You did spell
"separate" wrong...

Everybody spells
"separate" wrong.

But, the point is we both
want separate parties.

So how are we
gonna tell our friends?

Uh, well, we'll just tell them
that because we're twins,

we've had our parties
together every year.

But, this year, now that we're
teenagers, we'll have 'em apart.

Ooh, I like it.

- We'll flip it on 'em.
- Yes.

♪ ♪

Hey guys, welcome to my party!

It's about to get started!

Where are the girls?

And why are you
dressed for laser tag?

We had a change
of birthday plans.

Nia and I decided now
that we're teenagers,

we should have separate parties.

So, the girls will
have their fun.

And we'll have dude funnnnn!

We wore ties!

So while the guys have
their fun, us ladies are gonna

sit down, and enjoy
a little bit of spa time.

This isn't even guacamole!

It's just avocado.

You're not supposed to eat it.

You're actually supposed
to moisturize with it.

Yeah, I already moisturized
all this to get ready for this.

Great. So, now we don't
have guacamole or boys?

This really doesn't
feel like a teenage party.

Yeah, who's the teenager here?

Who's the teenager here?

Who gave birth to
the teenagers here?

You did.

And whose heart
is breaking right now

because they're going
to miss their parties?

Mine.

This is my rant, Levi.

Which is why this mama

isn't going to miss
either of the parties.

But they said no
mama at their party.

No, they didn't. No, no, no,
see, they said "no moms."

Right? 'Cause "moms," eh,
they're uptight. But "mamas"! Wooo!

"Mamas" are a good
time! Yes, they are! Yessss!

♪ ♪

Oh, yeah... Oh, yeah...

Mom, what are you doing?

We-we agreed, no moms!

No, no, no, I'm not a mom.

I'm a mama. A spa
mama. I'm a spa mama!

What's the difference?

You promised.

Okay, fine.

Thank you.

But I'm taking my cucumbers.

- Wait!
- Takin' 'em.

What? I paid for 'em.

Give 'em back, c'mon. Thank you.

♪ ♪

You know what,
Guntz? I think your tie

looks pretty good
with your laser tag vest.

Really? Maybe I
should go show Nia.

Not that good.

Don't mind me.

I'm just bringing up a
gift for the birthday boy!

I'll set it right over here.

But don't open it
until after the party.

A-and don't move
it, or-or touch it, or...

Put anything in front of it.

And if you see a red light
coming out of it, just ignore it.

Happy birthday.

See, Levi? Now we can see
everything that's going on at the party.

I went from spa
mama to spy mama.

Yeah, I's almost
like we were invited.

That was terrifying.

I don't know how James Bond
does it. And in a tux, no less.

Hey, why is Booker looking
right into the camera?

Why is Nia with Booker?

Why do we see the
back of our heads?

Hey... I see you
got your present.

Did you bring it here so you
could open it in front of mama?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Mom, you agreed "no
moms" at our parties.

So please, no more
sneaking in or spying.

Fine. But, in some cultures,
they would call that "caring."

Since it bothers you
so, I'll care a little less.

Thank you.

You really just promised
to leave them alone?

Bam! Ha-ha! Fingers crossed
mama. She's a good time!

So, you just lied to your
children? On their birthday?

Fingers crossed mama is a
good time, but she got problems.

She got problems.

♪ ♪

Okay, guys. TPM is back!

Hey, uh, where you guys goin'?

Well, we definitely

weren't trying to sneak
down to the girls' party.

Good cover.

Hey, girls! I just made a
fresh batch of spa water...

Girls?

Where you going?

Uh, we were just drying our
toenails by walking to the door.

Nice try, come back.

Is this a birthday party,
or a hostage situation?

You're sure you want
us to lock you in here?

Absolutely sure.

My kids said "no moms,"
so you know what?

There will be no
moms at the party.

Now, I don't care what I
say, or how much I beg,

do not let me out of this room.

Wait, how do we know
you're telling the truth?

Check her fingers, Levi.

- Ahh!
- Uncross them!

- No! I wanna be at the party!
- I'm trying!

- Aunt Rae!
- Okay!

Okay, fine. Lock me in.

So, no more funny business.

No more funny business.

We'll be right
outside this door.

Was that me?

Hey, uh...

Hey, squeegee man!
Hey! Can I get a ride down?

Okay.

Okay, plucking
partners, are we ready?

All right, one,
two, three, pluck.

Ow!

Okay, again... One,
two, three, pluck.

Ow!

Nia, psst, we need to talk.

Ooh, now it's a party.

Keep plucking.

- My party stinks.
- Mine is really fun.

Ow!

- Uh, we're playing the ow game.
- Ow! Ow! Ow!

We're right in the middle of
the lightning round. What's up?

Nia, where are the bandages?

Okay, fine. My party is a flop,
too. We have to do something.

Well, I'm out of ideas. I was
kinda hoping you'd have one.

A firetruck?

Are you serious?

Uh-oh.

Mom's gonna bring
a firetruck to the party.

What? She promised
she wouldn't interfere.

Well, she also promised us
a unicorn when we were six.

When was the last time
you went flying on a rainbow?

Look, she knows
our parties stink,

so she's gonna try to save the
day by bringing in that firetruck.

Well, we just have to find
out a way to save the day

before she has to.

Booker, I think we've gotta
give our friends what they want.

You mean merge our parties?

Nia, the only reason I wanted
separate parties is because.

Curtis and the Guntz
wanted to dance with you.

Really? The only reason
I wanted separate parties

is because Zeena
wanted to dance with you.

- Zeena? With me?
- I can see that.

Ugh.

Uh, anyway, we will just
merge our parties on the roof,

and then we'll lock the
doors, so mom can't get in.

Seriously, Nia! People
are bleeding in here!

All right, I'm coming.

My babies gonna lock me out?

Squeegee man.

♪ ♪

Thanks, squeegee man!

Okay, everyone! Let our
teenage dance party begin!

Okay, everyone. We
all know why we're here.

Hey! No one's dancing!

Why are they all sweating?

I don't know, but at
least no one's bleeding.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

W-What's going on?
Why's everyone so nervous?

Good thing we wore these ties.

Maybe we just need to
break the ice. You know,

- loosen them up a bit.
- Good idea.

Come on, girls. Let's get it!

Come on, fellas. Let's show
'em what we're working with.

Ha-ha-ha! Just
like I taught 'em!

Ugh!

- This just got weird.
- Little bit.

Come on. Why are you
guys just standing around?

You wanted a teenage party.

Well, here you go.

You're right.

- Here we go...
- Woo!

Niiiiiiii... d'a ride
home, anybody?

I think we're just gonna grab
our stuff from your place and go.

- Wait, no!
- Hold up, guys! Hey!

What? No one is leaving without
tasting my -layer birthday cake!

Levi, I feel like you're holding
onto a lot of anger today.

You need to let it
out. So, come on. Jab!

Dumb. Teen. Party.

Raven's calling!
Raven's calling!

- Ahh!
- Hey, Raven.

Sebastian, get the cake out,
put the candles on, light 'em,

'cause I'm comin' down to sing
"happy birthday" to my babies.

Down from where?!
You're supposed to be in...

Here.

Just don't let them
leave before cake.

Okay. Aaaaah!

No, no, no, no, no. Not
my phone, not my phone!

Help!

- Hold on, everybody!
- Hey, stop!

You can't leave without cake.

She made a -layer cake.

See? It's got layers

one layer for every
year of your lives.

They're not even
staying for cake.

Could this party get any worse?

Whoa... Was that your...

- Ahh!
- Oh, my gosh, it was!

- Whoa, wait, hey!
- I-I think your mom needs...

Help! Help!

Somebody should
call the fire department!

No!

We mean... no, we'll call.

Help!

Oh, snap!

♪ ♪

Oh, we're doin' that?

Oh, I wasn't gonna
pass this up, sweetie.

Thank you for saving me.

All in a day's work.

Hey, kids,

we'll be down at the truck if anybody
wants to come down for a birthday ride.

A firetruck? Are you serious?

That was my vision.

Well, go ahead, Sienna.

I'm sure you want
to post about how this

was the worst first
teenage party ever.

But, just for the record,

this is not the party we wanted.

Yeah.

We wanted our mom to
plan it, and for her to be there.

We're sorry, mom.

And we're sorry, too, Levi.

You-you should've been invited.

Thank you. I take back all
the things I mumbled about you.

And I accept your
apology, as well.

And I think I owe you guys one.

Listen, I know I always
call you my baby.

And, since you're
, I know I probably

have to let you grow
up sometime, right?

Thank you, mom.

You know what I think?

I think we're all trying to
grow up just a little too fast.

And a firetruck ride just
might be the fun we need.

Wow.

That's really mature of you.

That's really,
really mature of you.

So, who's with me?

He's right!
We're not teenagers yet.

Yeah. I mean,
we're still on the cusp.

I'm on the cusp of the cusp.

- I get to ring the bell!
- I get to work the siren!

Finally, something postable!

Are you
getting it? Are you getting it?

Oh, yeah.

Oh, 'cause these are the

moments a mother
doesn't want to miss.

Come on, mom, you're missing it.

♪ ♪