Myles: you got to go get ready for school.
Dylan: I'm more of a homeschool kid.
Myles: go get dressed.
Dylan: man, you guys are trying to k*ll my rep.
Who ever heard of a rapper going to school?
Bethany: what are you missing in these pictures?
They have on makeup.
Rebecca: we do look kinda plain.
Dylan: look at these kids.
They're all wearing the same thing.
Oh, my god.
I just saw a clown!
Yasmine: why are you wearing makeup
When we told you not to?
Rebecca: you told them?!
Dylan: I panicked.
Yasmine: when you can't abide by the rules
In our house, what happens?
Charlie and rebecca: you go on punishment.
Dylan: that's just messed up.
Dylan: you think this gonna work, sis?
Rebecca: you keep on calling me "sis"
When I'm your cousin.
We need this to work.
Charlie: I have complete faith
They're going to be even more confused.
[Rebecca sighs]
Yasmine: good morning, children.
Myles: morning. What's all this?
Dylan: becca threw down a show for y'all.
Trying to level my flow.
Myles: oh, ok. What's all this?
Charlie: rebecca put together a presentation
To explain dylan's slang for us.
Myles: oh. Yasmine: oh, fun.
Myles: yeah. Wasn't that easier to say?
Dylan: nah, fam.
Yasmine: myles, I don't know why you ask.
Rebecca: dylan's been here for a while now,
And he's becoming increasingly difficult
To understand for our youth-challenged amongst us.
Myles: heh heh heh! Baby, she just called us old?
Yasmine: easy, rebecca.
Dylan: all right, bex,
Show them what you got.
Here you go.
Rebecca: your first word is "lit."
Myles: mmm. Mmm. Yasmine: lit.
Dylan: this is a easy one.
Rebecca: what does "lit" mean?
Yasmine: when you like something?
Myles: yeah. Dylan: stop frontin'.
Y'all gotta know what "lit" mean!
It's easy.
It's cake.
Myles: uh--ooh, ooh! Yeah.
It's, uh, easy cake?
Dylan: this is hopeless.
Charlie: I told y'all.
Rebecca: your next word is "flex."
Yasmine: oh, I know what "flex" means!
Myles: ooh.
Yasmine: watch out now.
Myles: get them. Get it, baby.
Yasmine: I'm getting it! Myles: get it, baby!
Dylan: make it stop! This is so whack, yo!
[Yasmine screams]
Charlie: next card, rebecca! Next card!
Myles: get it, baby.
Dylan: now,
I'mma give y'all one more sh*t.
This one's for the culture.
Rebecca: yeah, ok, they might actually know this one.
Charlie: I doubt it.
Rebecca: what does "woke" mean?
[Myles scoffs]
Myles: what dylan is not doing
When it's time to go to school.
He not woke.
Yasmine: yeah, baby.
Rebecca: well, if you're not going to take this seriously--
Dylan: no, I'll give them that.
I don't be woke.
Charlie: and you snore.
Dylan: to be this fly, it takes beauty sleep.
And I snore with the beep.
That's the company you keep.
Yasmine: huh?
Rebecca: was that supposed to rhyme?
Dylan: I don't be knowing anymore.
Myles: honey, I'm feeling pretty good about this.
I say we're crushing it. Yasmine: mm-hmm.
Charlie: you're really not.
Myles: what's next?
Rebecca: this is the last one.
Dylan: thank christmas!
Rebecca: what does "bye, felicia" mean?
Charlie: and we lost them.
Dylan: that's a wrap.
Rebecca: well, we tried.
Viola: you ain't reliable.
You can't be trusted.
I don't ever want to hear your voice again!
Bye, felicia.
Viola: what? Y'all can't stand
My neighbor felicia, either, huh?
* 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 * singer: * ay! Young dylan! *
Dylan: * young dylan * singer: * ay! Young dylan! *
Dylan: * I tell 'em, "you gon' love young dylan" *
Dylan: for a private school,
There sure are a lot of people here.
Charlie: private doesn't mean secret. It means selective.
Dylan: well, can I select not to be here?
I hate this getup!
Charlie: I think it becomes you.
Dylan: the only thing I'm becoming is itchy.
Charlie: yeah, they're a little uncomfortable,
But you'll get used to it. Look at me!
Dylan: I'm trying not to.
Principal matthews: ah, dylan.
Good to see you. And in uniform!
Dylan: against my will.
Matthews: we can't have everything we want, mr. Young.
My name is young dylan.
It's not that hard...
And you would be ol--
Uh, heh heh!
I mean, adult principal matthews.
Does that help?
Matthews: oh, I get it.
Young dylan.
You're young. Heh! Clever!
Dylan: the most.
Matthews: come on. Let's get you to class.
[Bell rings]
Hello, class.
Students: hello.
Matthews: ms. Mills,
This is your new student.
His name is dylan young--
I mean young dylan.
Dylan: my man, old principal matthews.
Matthews: old?
Dylan: heh heh! My--my bad.
Mills: it's nice to meet you, dylan.
Any relative of charlie's is fine by me.
He's such a good student.
Charlie: aw, shucks.
Dylan: "shucks"?
Matthews: ok. Go on and sit down. Go on.
Mills: this will be your desk.
May I see you in the hall for a moment?
Matthews: yes.
[Door closes]
Dylan: yo.
I got a question.
Charlie: well, you have to wait for ms. Mills.
Dylan: not that kind of question!
Man, put your hand down.
I'm asking the question!
Abigail: he's really angry.
Dylan: yes, I am.
Charlie: always.
Christian: why?
Dylan: first,
I said, put your hand down.
Second, they make us walk around like this.
Looks like we're all in "happy feet,"
Wearing the same thing.
I'm not a penguin. You a penguin?
Abigail: I mean, no. Of course not.
I'm not a penguin.
Was that a real question?
Charlie: come on, dylan. Calm down.
We just came here for social studies.
Dylan: oh,
I'll give you social studies.
Listen up!
We are individuals.
They can't demand us to wear these clothes.
So I'm fighting back. Who's with me?
[Abigail coughs]
Christian: who even are you?
Dylan: I'm the new kid on the block.
I'm young dylan,
And I think we should wear what we want, when we want.
Rebecca: I've been thinking.
There's still a chance we'll be allowed
To go to the dance.
Bethany: I don't know.
My moms was so mad,
She don't even want me to breathe in rhythm no more.
Rebecca: I know,
But we have to be able to win them back.
Bethany: [sighs]
Girl, we'd have to be different kids.
Rebecca: yeah.
[Gasps] wait.
What if
We could be different kids?
Bethany: say what?
Like a body swap?
Rebecca: no, not literally different kids.
That's impossible.
Bethany: thought you was crazy.
Rebecca: what if we tried really hard
To be good, get better grades,
Convince them to let us go to the dance?
Bethany: better grades?
We better off with the body swap.
Rebecca: no. I think this could work.
Charlie: dylan, what are you doing?
Dylan: fighting the power.
This man making us wear these same lame pants.
The kid dylan got a plan!
Take a stand, take a stand!
I rap, I'm not a bus boy!
Dress so fly, got more accessories than kids' toys!
Charlie: ok, before this gets out of hand--
Christian: whoa, that was really cool!
Charlie: 'course it was.
Abigail: well,
I like the school uniforms.
Dylan: that's cool. I like fashion.
Abigail: wait.
So do i.
Dylan: then why are you letting
The school pick out your clothes?
Are we not our own people?
Kids: yes, we are.
Dylan: then why don't we rebel?
* The kid dylan got a plan *
All but charlie: * take a stand, take a stand *
Charlie: wow. Everybody is listening to you!
Dylan: what can I say? Christian: it's a catchy rap.
Charlie: what do we do now? Dylan: block the door.
We won't leave this room until we no longer have to wear what
They want us to wear.
Charlie: I hope I don't regret this.
Dylan: good job.
Mills: what are you doing?
Dylan: we're protesting.
Mills: open this door. This is not funny.
Charlie, you hear me, right?
Dylan: he's with us.
Mills: charlie, is that true? Charlie: yes.
I just joined the resistance.
Mills: but he's such a good student.
Dylan: yeah.
And we aren't opening this door
Until our demands are met.
Mills: did you say "demands"?
Dylan: yeah.
We'll send a note under the door to you.
You have ----- hours to meet our demands.
Mills: what is ----- hours?
Dylan: you're a teacher. Figure it out.
Mills: what are you doing? No!
No. No... Dylan: bye-bye!
Someone come help me.
See you later.
Rebecca: there's principal matthews. I got an idea.
Quick. Bethany: but what are we doing?
Rebecca: principal matthews.
Matthews: rebecca, bethany, not now.
I'm having some trouble with a group of students.
Rebecca: oh, that sounds awful, principal matthews.
You're such a hard-working principal.
Bethany: yes.
The hardest-working there...is?
Matthews: well, thank you.
My mom told me that, too.
Heh! Oh, we still live together.
Rebecca: how old are you?
Matthews: but that is rude, young lady.
But I must get to this classroom.
Where's your hall pass?
Shouldn't you be in class?
Bethany: uh...
Rebecca: of course we should, sir,
Which is where we're on our way to right now.
Bethany: we just wanted to give you--
Rebecca: yup. This sign...
Off the wall.
Girl, you're strong.
Bethany: girl power don't lie.
Matthews: why, thank you, girls.
That's very thoughtful.
And now, I must get to this classroom quickly,
And also, get someone from maintenance to reattach
This sign.
You know that's vandalism.
Bethany: I'm sorry, but it was given in love.
Matthews: mm-hmm.
Please get back to class.
Rebecca: thank you, principal matthews.
Bethany: bye-bye, principal matthews, sir--ow.
Rebecca: girl, you've got to stop hitting yourself
In the head.
Matthews: uh, i--i can't.
Mills: I'm sorry.
Matthews: they still have not opened the door?
Mills: no, they haven't. Matthews: this is ridiculous.
Open this door!
Open it right now!
Dylan: we're not doing anything until our
Demands are met!
Matthews: son, I will call the police.
Dylan: we ain't scared of no cops!
Charlie: I'm scared of cops.
My grandma told me to be really afraid.
Abigail: I'm scared of cops, too.
Christian: me three.
Dylan: all right. All right. We're a little scared of cops,
But we ain't coming out.
Mills: I don't believe this. Matthews: I'm sorry.
Mills: well, how about before we call the cops,
We call the parents?
Matthews: good idea!
I always jump to cops or my mother.
She's usually easier to reach. Mills: mine is, too.
Matthews: and tougher. Mm-hmm.
She'll take 'em out.
Yasmine: whew.
It's been a long day.
Dogs barking.
Myles: arf, arf, arf, arf.
My meeting got rescheduled, baby,
So I decided to come home.
I was this close to dozing off.
Afternoon naps are so precious.
[Both exhale]
[Phone vibrating]
Yasmine: ohh. Myles, your phone is ringing.
[Ringtone] myles: so is yours.
Yasmine: it's still ringing.
Myles: ugh.
[Myles groans]
Yasmine: hello?
Yes. Principal matthews.
Myles: hello? Yasmine: oh.
Myles: what? Yasmine: yes.
Myles: no. Yasmine: I am so sorry.
Myles: I can't believe this.
Both: we're on our way.
Myles: did they tell you? Yasmine: uh, yes.
Myles: ok. Yasmine: we have to hurry.
Myles: yes.
Viola: I told you, you trifling. Felicia, bye.
Where y'all going?
Myles: mom, how did you get in?
Viola: the doggie door. Myles and yasmine: doggie door.
Myles: look, mom, dylan is protesting at school.
Viola: that's my boy. Heh!
Yasmine: what are you talking about?
Viola: I told him to be a revolutionary.
Myles: you know what? Yasmine: not now. Come on.
Dylan: now you listen. We won't be moved!
Charlie: no, we won't!
[Whispers] I got to go the bathroom.
Dylan: sit. Sit down, sit down.
You are not going out that door.
Charlie: I know, but what do I do?
Dylan: you hold it and you hold it for the cause.
The kid dylan got a plan!
All but charlie and dylan: * take a stand, take a stand! *
Dylan: * take a stand, take a stand! *
All but charlie and dylan: * take a stand, take a stand *
Dylan: * take a stand, take a stand! *
All but dylan: * take a stand, take a stand! *
Dylan * clap your hands, clap your hands *
[Not clapping in unison]
Dylan: all right. We'll work on the rhythm later.
Charlie: uh, yeah, but I think I have to stop all this
Moving around.
Dylan: we will not move until our demands are met.
Abigail: what are our demands exactly?
Dylan: you know what?
That's a good question.
We are individuals.
We are not wearing this junk, right?
Kids: right.
Dylan: so, what do you wanna wear?
Abigail: I have a periwinkle scrunchie in my desk.
Dylan: not anymore. Put it on your head.
Now, what do you wanna wear?
Christian: three belts?
Dylan: yeah. Three belts--why?
Christian: it's more than two and less than four.
Which would be too many.
Dylan: um...ok.
Have mine for a start.
Dylan: all right, all right, all right, all right.
Christian: thanks. I was already wearing two.
I had it specially made. Dylan: huh?
Christian: I just like belts.
Dylan: that's maybe why you have to go to
The bathroom so much.
They look really tight.
All right.
C, what do you wanna wear?
Charlie: preferably something waterproof.
Dylan: that's all right now, chuck.
That's all right.
All right, everybody, be individual!
Make your uniform how you want it to be!
[Dylan clapping]
That's what I like to see. Y'all my peeps.
Mills: now, come on out of there.
Matthews: hold on, you two.
Where are your hall passes?
And where are you going with those cupcakes?
They look good.
Rebecca: we're just delivering them to our heroes that have
Lifted us up throughout the years.
Our teachers, our principals.
Myles: principal matthews. Rebecca: our parents?!
Matthews: mr. Wilson.
Myles: hi. Uh, what's going on?
Oh, huh! Chocolate cupcake. Thank you.
Lit.
Matthews: apparently, your nephew is trying to
Overthrow the school's rules.
Myles: what? Matthews: yes.
Yasmine: where is he?
No, I don't want a cupcake, honey.
Where did you get these anyway?
Rebecca: post-it-up.
Myles: one issue at a time. Where's dylan?
Matthews: barricaded in the classroom with his
Fellow students.
Yasmine: oh, no. Viola: that's my boy. Heh!
Yasmine: ms. Viola. Viola: what?
I taught him everything he knows.
I was with the resistance.
Myles: well, charlie's in there with him.
I'm sure you can talk some sense into him.
Mills: charlie's joined the resistance.
Rebecca: such a bad influence.
Myles: aren't you supposed to be in class?
Matthews: mr. Wilson, I don't want
The other students to get wind of this.
So can you get him to stop it?
Myles: all right. Let me see.
Pretty good. Mmm.
Dylan, open this door.
Charlie: is that my dad?
Dylan: that's the man.
Myles: dylan, charlie, open this door, and I mean now!
Charlie: oh, no. He sounds mad. Is he mad?
Dylan, in deep voice: we not here.
Yasmine: let me try.
Dylan!
Dylan: if you'd like to make a call, please hang up
And try again.
Myles: how does he even know that reference?
Bethany: he's a lost cause.
Dylan: who is she?
She sound fine.
Mills: someone who's going back to class.
Bethany: I told you this wasn't gonna work.
Rebecca: at least we tried.
Bethany: you owe me $ for these cupcakes.
Viola: move.
[Shouting] dylan!
Dylan: oh, no. They brought out the big g*ns.
Abigail: uh, who is that?
Dylan and charlie: our grandmother.
Dylan: you know her? Charlie: they all do.
She knocked out five parents trying to get a photo of me
When I graduated the last grade.
Christian: we don't really like her.
Dylan: wow.
Viola: I'm gonna count to half a zero, and if this door is
Not open--
What? I got skills.
Viola: what is going on in here?
Dylan: we don't wanna wear these uniforms.
Charlie: uh, speak for yourself.
Myles: charlie, we saw you standing with dylan.
Mm-hmm, being part of the resistance.
Charlie: dylan is so convincing.
* The kid dylan's got a plan, take a stand, take a-- *
Ooh. Excuse me.
Yasmine: where--where are you going?
Charlie: when you gotta go, you gotta go.
And I had to go an hour ago!
Matthews: does no one use hall passes?
Dylan: that boy nearly broke his bladder for the cause.
Viola: do you know how much this school cost?
If they tell you to wear an elephant's pendant, you do that
Because these are the rules, and you will follow them,
Do you understand me?
Dylan: yes, ma'am.
Viola: and all y'all sit down.
Christian: dylan, what about the cause?
Dylan: every great rapper has to take an "l" once in a while.
But we'll bounce back.
Viola: yeah. Y'all will bounce back.
Didn't I tell you to sit down?
But if I got to come back because of this foolishness,
You will be sorry.
All right. Take me home.
Myles and yasmine: ahem.
Myles: I'll see you in the car.
Dylan, we'll deal with you and charlie when you get home.
Yasmine: we are so sorry. Matthews: that's fine.
All of you to your desks now!
Mills: they're already at their desks.
Matthews: I just wanted to say it, too.
Viola: oh, now you got some authority, huh?
Myles: mom, how'd you do that?
Viola: kids want rules, but rules need an enforcer.
Come on! Let's go home.
Myles: she's an enforcer, baby. Yasmine: mm-hmm.