01x11 - Make Room for Lay Lay

[bunniefuu]

♪ ♪

[sniffs] Mmm, pancakes.

[sniffs]

Funky Foot! Sadie!

-Good morning.
-Is it a good morning?

Because I just woke up with a mouthful
of your Frosted Mini-Feet.

Sorry, Lay Lay.

I'm still getting used to sharing a bed.

It's hard to sleep in one spot like a log

when you're used to flipping
around like a dolphin.

[imitating dolphin]

I appreciate you sharing a room with me,

but I need my own space.

This whole room is Sadie Central.

Well, it's my room.

And I optimized it for efficiency.

Everything in here has a purpose.

Do you hear yourself?

Efficiency ain't fun.

You want fun?
Check out the Sock-It-To-Me .

Say goodbye to the days
of searching for socks.

With this, all I do is press this button,

and whatever socks
it picks for me, I wear.

[beeping, whirring]

Whoo!

Hmm.

And all this time,

I thought your mismatched socks
were by accident.

Oh, no.

I'm a woman of intention.

This is all great,

but can't we get
a little Lay Lay up in here?

You're right.
You should have some space of your own.

And I know how to make that happen.

But first, pancakes.

I can't decorate on an empty stomach.

See, this is why we work well together.

In moments of crisis, we find
comfort in the same thing.

[both] Syrup!

♪ ♪

Let's go sign up.

I don't remember what this tournament is,

but I do remember the prize
is free nachos for a month.

It's the BoomBox Burger Beanbag Bonanza.

Don't ask me to say it again.
That's all you get.

Hey, you guys are entering
the cornhole tournament?

Correction. Team Jeremark is going to win

the cornhole tournament.

Our team name is Jeremark?

You didn't even consult me.

What about Je-Marky?

Or--hey, Jerky?

Never mind, I hear it.

It's a branding goldmine. I made t-shirts.

-People like to wear winners.
-Ah.

I'll go sign us up.

I'm coming for you, nachos.

It's cute how excited you are

about a silly little tournament.

[gasps] Silly? Little?

We have the reigning
cornhole champs of Dayton

competing this year. [laughs]

-Noodles and Serena.
-[gasps]

Noodles and Serena?

From Dayton?

You mean Serena Serena?

That woman is gonna be here?

Uh-oh. That look in your eyes
says this is family drama.

I'm not family. Gone.

Who are Noodles and Serena?

Uh, heh, a long time ago,
I went to band camp with them.

Serena bullied your father.

[laughs] Bully is a strong word.

No, actually, that's right.

Serena sabotaged his audition,

and in the middle of his solo…

[breathes deeply]

She dumped a smoothie on his head.

Serena was named first chair,

and for the rest of the summer,
everyone called me--

Groovy Smoothie. [laughs]

Serena and Noodles!

Howdy, Smoothie.

What you been up to, Smoothie?

Bryce and I are incredibly
successful jingle writers.

Oh, well, and that is great work

if you can't get a job writing real music.

That's what we do, by the way.

We write music that plays
while people wait in line

for rides at a theme park.

Yeah. Maybe you heard this one.

Kick it, Serena.

-♪ Bum, ba, bum, ba, bum ♪
-♪ Bumper cars ♪

♪ Bum, ba, bum, ba, bum ♪

♪ Bumper cars here comes the bump ♪

-Bump!
-Woah!

So, what brings you to town?

When are you leaving?

Oh, we're here to win
tomorrow's cornhole tournament.

[both] We're that good.

Well, you're not good enough
to b*at team Jeremark.

I know what you did to my dad, Serena.

I shall avenge you, Father.

-[both laugh]
-Noodles, look!

There's a Groovy Smoothie Junior now.

Oh, you have your father's
eyes, as well as his inability

to realize when he's in way over his head.

You're going down. Evil laugh and exit.

[both laugh]

Bryce, you and I are
signing up for the tournament.

-What?
-I am going to use

this all-conference
softball arm to take them down!

♪ ♪

It's my vision for our
new room, especially your half.

I think we should call it Lay Lay Land.

Sold. Any name that's my name

plus something else, I'm on board for.

I built a scale model to show
you what I was thinking.

But I only had two hours,
so it's a little rough.

Woah. You did that in two hours?

This side of the room is Lay Lay Land.

You'll get a little desk and a bed.

And this is my favorite part--

your own Sock-It-To-Me .

Doesn't Mini Lay Lay look happy?

"I'm all about this place."

Real-life Lay Lay ain't feeling it.

What? Why not?

It doesn't feel like me.

I wanna bring my own style
to it, you know?

Add a little bit of fun.

Uh, how is your own
reading station not fun?

Sadie,

I've never had my own space.

I need this to feel like a real teenager.

Okay, you're right.

If I'm gonna share my room with you,

I should really share it.

I mean, it's not gonna
be big changes, right?

Big changes? Me? Come on.
You know I'm subtle.

Come on, little Lay Lay.
Let's blow this popcorn stand.

Little Sadie, this ain't good.

[Lay Lay] ♪ I'm Sadie's affirmation app ♪

♪ And so no matter
what happens, I got her back ♪

♪ 'Cause, see, my homey Sadie
wished on a star ♪

♪ She said, "I wish you were real" ♪

♪ Now I'm as real as you are ♪

♪ And now who's coming out the app? ♪

♪ That girl Lay Lay ♪

♪ Whose avatar power is to freeze? ♪

-♪ That girl Lay Lay ♪
-♪ All day, all day ♪

♪ It's your girl ♪

♪ That girl, that girl, that girl ♪

♪ That girl Lay Lay ♪

♪ ♪

[music playing]
-[locker] Welcome back, Tiffany.

Thanks, Locker.

Take a picture, it'll last longer.

[shutter clicks]

#YouWishYouWereMe.

And post.

Woah, Tiffany, your locker looks amazing.

Thanks for noticing, Lay Lay.

I didn't know you had enough taste
to notice my good taste.

Uh--I am good taste.

As a matter of fact,
Sadie and I just decided

I should take a cr*ck
at redecorating our room.

A room makeover? Let me help!

I don't like you, but I love makeovers.

I don't like you either,
but I want the room to say

Lay Lay the way
this locker screams Tiffany.

And not the way I usually scream Tiffany.

Ugh, Tiffany!

-When do we start?
-Ah!

Pump those brakes, Illegally Blonde.

What?

You don't have the job
until you impress me.

What you thinking?

I'm seeing…

a disco ball.

You make it really hard to despise you

when you say cool stuff like that.

And if there's a disco ball,

there needs to be a dance floor.

You know what I'm dancing to?

The music coming out of your mouth.

OMG, are we like, vibing?

Totally.

[both scream]

Still don't like you.

Don't like you more.

♪ ♪

-Yes.
-Aww. [laughs]

Hey, Serena, what do you get

when you cross Cleveland
with a cornhole tournament?

-I don't know.
-[both] A bunch of losers.

-Evil laugh.
-Shall we?

[both laugh]

[booing]

-Boo!
-All right. Okay. All right.

Let the cornholers concentrate, people.

Right now, the scrappy Team Jeremark
are three points away

from moving on to the Championship Round.

And there's Team Jeremark merchandise

available for purchase.

So, get 'em while you can, people.

Bet you think I'm nervous but I'm not.

The beans just kinda flow through me.

[all exclaim]

Three points! Team Jeremark wins.

They're going to the finals! Uh!

Our next semifinals match

is Trish and Bryce
versus Serena and Noodles.

-You ready to win this?
-Oh, yeah.

And then we're gonna
dump smoothies on their heads.

I appreciate the sentiment, honey,

but we're obviously not so juvenile

we're gonna dump smoothies on their heads.

Let's keep these just in case.

♪ ♪

Oh. Hey, Sadie.

Hey Tiff--ah!

Why are you here? Is this Armageddon?

Is my house the last house on Earth?

I invited her to Lay Lay Land.

We've been working
on our new bedroom all day.

I spend all day trying
to avoid her at school

and you invite her to my house?

She sure did.

And now I'm streaming this for my channel.

Hi, guys. Two girls desperately
needed my assistance

in taking their bedroom from blech, vomit

to so iconic!

We're the two girls, Sadie. Wave!

Get your hand down.

♪ ♪

[cheers and applause]

All right, Noodles, watch me work.

-Yes!
-Whoo!

That was truly impressive.

Now let's see you do it
with your eyes closed.

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!

You ready to lose, Groovy Smoothie?

My name's not Groovy Smoothie,

it's Bryce.

And after this toss,
you'll never forget it.

Come on, Groovy Smoothie!

♪ ♪

Prepare to be amazed.

-What did you do?
-Do you love it?

Or do you love it?

She loves it.

Why is there a mini trampoline

in the middle of our room?

Because a full-size one didn't fit. Duh.

Check this out, Sadie.
Why step when you can slide?

Lay Lay, for the record,
this is not subtle.

And check this out. This is the best part.

-[disco music playing]
-Come on, Sadie!

The world is our stage,
now our room is too.

♪ ♪

Okay, I've seen enough.

[music stops]

Hey! I was getting my dance on.

There's nothing left of my old room.

There's no homework center,
there's no Sock-It-To-Me ,

and one other tiny thing

that's kind of important for a bedroom.

There's no beds.

Sadie, hon, we got you.

I got us Murphy beds.

Stylish cabinets by day…

cozy beds by night.

Whoa.
Okay, that one actually impresses me.

Don't act surprised. I've got skills.

And let's show them off on the--

-[disco music playing]
-[both] Dance floor!

Oh.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

This has been
a real barn burner here today.

Is it going to be Noodles and Serena

or Trish and Bryce in the finals?

The t-shirts are going fast,
but good news,

there are now Team Jeremark
desk calendars.

[clapping]

Anyways, Trish has been carrying Bryce,

but the game comes down to him.

If he can get his bag onto the board,

then they're going to the championship.

Dad, this is your chance to show Serena

that you're not afraid of her anymore.

Remember when I was
in kindergarten and I started

charging the first graders
to use the swings?

I recall that trip to the principal.

I was really nervous
about taking those kids' money,

but I stuck it out and I'm glad I did.

That's a shakedown, son.

It's not appropriate behavior.

But I know you're trying to
inspire me and I appreciate it.

Thanks.

Good luck, Groovy Smoothie.

[heroic music]

♪ ♪

-[honking]
-Ooh!

[hip-hop music playing]

[cheering]

Well, Bryce may have lost,

but at least he got the crowd riled up.

Because who doesn't like it
when Omar bounces?

Noodles and Serena win!

Let's do
the "make everybody feel bad" dance.

Whoo! Ah. Whoo, whoo.

-[both] Losers.
-[laughing]

♪ ♪

I guess I can try to get used

to the room like this,
but it just feels weird.

But less weird with Tiffany gone, right?

Oh, yeah. Way less weird.

Oh, we should probably get to sleep.

All right.

Wow. Surprisingly comfy for a cabinet.

Oh, just wait.
There's also a massaging function.

I made a few adjustments.

Wait. You made adjustments?

You're not an adjustments girl.

Trust me, you're gonna love this.

Ahh!

I don't love this!

I'm pushing the button, Sadie,

but the remote's not working.

[Sadie] Then do something!

[thumping, buzzing]

Ooh, uh-oh.

-Ahh!
-Ah!

♪ ♪

Ahh! Get me outta here!

I'm trying, Sadie!

Ahh!

-Oh, I did it!
-[whimpering]

-Ahh!
-Ohh!

We heard screaming. Are you girls okay?

No, we're not okay.
Who screams when they're okay?

-Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!
-[screaming]

That bed is eating my baby!

Ahh!

Give me back my babies, bed!

both: Ahh!

Get off! Get off!

Oh! Oh!

-Ah!
-[all clamoring]

Lay Lay, tell Murphy
he can have his beds back.

You told us you were decorating in here,

not building a death trap.

Well, I tried to make it
a little less Sadie,

but that didn't work.

So, then I tried to make it
a little more Lay Lay,

but that didn't work either.

Why aren't you working together?

[both] Ohh.

♪ ♪

What a cornhole championship it's been.

We're down to the last toss.

You're up, Serena.

Hope this isn't distracting.

I'm just such a big fan.

♪ Bum, ba, bum, ba, bum bumper cars ♪

♪ Bum, ba, bum, ba, bum bumper cars ♪

♪ Here comes the bump bump ♪

Do you mind?

Doing this louder? No.

♪ Bum, ba, bum, ba, bum bumper cars ♪

♪ Bum, ba, bum, ba, bum bumper cars ♪

♪ Here comes the bump bump ♪

[grunts]

Ooh. And that's a miss.

And with the next toss,
Team Jeremark can win.

And Jeremy hasn't missed all tournament.

[laughs] And I still won't.

But first, let me remind everyone what

these cornhole heroes are playing for.

A free month of Nachos by Nature!

["Hip Hop Hooray" playing] [cheering]

I'm comin' for you, nachos. Muah.

Featuring our new vegan cheese.

-[music stops]
-[room quiets]

Vegan cheese?

Vegan cheese?

I am voicing my extreme displeasure!

Jeremy, just focus and take your sh*t.

Whatever. It doesn't matter anymore.

No!

And with that miss,
it all comes down to this.

If Marky makes this sh*t, his team wins.

[heroic music]

♪ ♪

Ah! Hand cramp!

Right in my bag tosser!

-Oh!
-Marky, are you okay?

Yeah, but I won't be able
to make this toss.

Well, then that means we win.
Noodles and Serena forever!

Slow your roll.

The tournament bylaws allow
a team with a medical injury

to name a replacement for one throw.

The kid's right.

Thanks for reading those bylaws, Marky.

You know, I worked really hard on those,
and I didn't think anyone would notice.

-I better get ready then.
-Actually, I'm picking Dad.

[both] Really?

Really.

Show them you're not
the Groovy Smoothie, you're my Dad.

What you're doing is very sweet.

But I would've nailed that sh*t.

[heroic music]

♪ ♪

Ohh, so close, and yet so far.

-You lose!
-[both] Whoo!

Go Noodles! Go Serena! Go--

[heroic music]

-Go Noo--
-It's in the hole!

Oh! Team Jeremark

with medical substitute, Bryce, wins!

Oh! [cheering]

I b*at Serena! Who's first chair now?

I knew you could do it, Dad.

Thank you for giving your old man
a chance to prove himself.

I guess congratulations are in order.

But to us, you'll always be--

[both] The Groovy Smoothie.

-Evil laugh.
-[both laugh]

-Whoa!
-Ah.

I'm disgusting.

Oh. But you do look groovy.

Evil laugh. [laughs]

♪ ♪

-On the count of three.
-[both] One, two, three!

-Okay. Okay.
-All right.

[both] Whoa!

[laughing]

Wow.

I can't believe
what we did with the place.

Even though I was here when we did it.

This room is extra, yet organized.

Functional, yet fly. It's perfect.

Well, we should get some sleep.

First one in bed wins.

[both grunting]

Ah! [grunts]

Okay, I win. [laughs]

We gotta get less pillows.

[sighs]

Good night, Sadie.

Good night, Lay Lay.

Lay Lay, it's kinda lonely over here.

Bestie sleepover? Be right there.

[grunts]

Much better.

Wait. Something's still not right.

Oh, I know, I know.

-[grunts]
-Oh!

Much better.

Perfect.