What do you call a dinosaur that's sleeping?
Yasmine: A sleeping dinosaur?
Myles: I dinosnore. Ha ha!
Oh. Perfect timing, all right?
Everybody's dressed and fed and ready for the bus.
My stomach's full, but my heart's empty
because I got to wear this clown suit.
Dylan, are you gonna complain about your school uniform
every day?
I don't complain about it on the weekends.
Thank god for weekends.
[doorbell rings]
I'll get it.
Charlie: Speaking of weekends,
what are you and Bethany going to do
since you can't go to the dance this weekend?
Rebecca: I don't know.
She's coming over early so we can discuss that.
Unless...
You guys have changed your minds
and you're gonna let me go.
Nope. No minds were changed in the making
of this motion picture.
Yasmine: You know the rules.
Good behavior gets rewarded,
bad behavior gets thwarted.
Charlie: Hey. That rhymes.
I'm gonna see if Dylan wants to use it
in one of his raps.
Myles: Thwarted?
Yasmine: It did rhyme.
Maybe Dylan's rubbing off on me.
Are you OK?
Charlie: Wow. I've never seen Dylan this quiet before.
Rebecca: Hey, Bethany.
Bethany: Hey, Rebecca.
I just met your cousin.
I hope he grows out of that staring thing.
It's kind of creepy.
Rebecca: Don't mind him. Come on.
You can help me pick out what shoes I'm going to wear.
Bethany: All right. Bye, Dylan.
Dylan: Oh, hi. My name is Dylan.
What's yours?
Charlie: Dylan, are you OK?
Dylan: Yeah. I--I'm fine.
For real, man.
I do not know what just happened.
[speaking gibberish]
Charlie: Dylan!
Myles: He's fine, Charlie.
He's just got a crush.
Charlie: On Bethany?
Eww!
Myles: Son, love is a fickle creature,
and if all we got to do to get Dylan to shut up
is invite Bethany over,
we need to let her move in.
♪ 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" ♪
Yasmine: Are you OK, honey?
Dylan: Yeah, I'm good now.
I just thought I saw an angel,
and I lost all my words.
Charlie: Are we talking about Bethany?
Wait. She's real?
Yeah. Real annoying.
So that fine honey at the door
wasn't just my mind playing tricks on me?
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
This honey?
Dylan: Oh. That's wifey.
She's beautiful.
Now who is she again?
That's Bethany, Rebecca's friend.
And soon to be my woman.
Yasmine: You're .
Dylan: What can I say?
Love is a fickle creature.
Myles: So now you want to listen?
Yeah, yeah. Enough of the love talk.
Go get ready for school. Let's go.
Yasmine: Come on.
"Love is a fickle creature."
Feed me, feed me.
Yasmine: Honey, do you think
we punished Rebecca too harshly
over the whole makeup thing?
Uh, no, honey.
I mean, you know, she broke the rules,
disobeyed us,
but I think the punishment was fair.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
You saw her face with all that makeup on, right?
Mm-hmm.
She looked like a clown.
Myles: Heh heh heh.
Wasn't that punishment enough?
What are you getting at?
Ehh.
I think we should let her go to the dance.
Well, honey, what's the point of having
all these rules if there are no consequences
to breaking them?
Yasmine: I get what you're saying,
but what you don't get is that this
is her first big dance.
And?
And a lot is riding on it.
Her not going to this could change
her social status.
We don't want to mess with that.
Ha! Speak for yourself.
I would love to have a kid that's not so popular.
Yeah, because it would save me a lot of money.
Yeah. That means she wouldn't want to go anywhere ever.
Myles, be serious.
All she did was sneak to school
with some makeup on.
Myles: Mm-hmm.
Yasmine: Other than that, Rebecca's a good kid.
Myles: We are talking about Rebecca?
She's all right.
She a'ight,
but I did catch her one time
taking all the marshmallows out of my cereal.
What? Who wants cereal with no marshmallows?
She knew what she was doing.
She left one.
One marshmallow.
OK. Aside from that,
she's kind of been perfect,
and if you couldn't go to the dance
just for wearing that mess
you were wearing in the 's...
We might not even be married.
Uh, first of all, I was smooth, baby.
Smoove. S-M-O-O-V-E, smoove.
I would hate for her to miss her first big dance
over a stupid mistake.
Ok. I guess what she did wasn't that bad.
That's all I'm saying.
Ok, but what about good behavior being rewarded
and bad behavior being...thwarted?
I mean, we'd be breaking our own rules.
Well, if anybody's allowed to break them...
It should be us.
Oh, that's who we are now?
So we're a bunch of rule breakers, huh?
We can just do what we want to do.
We just breaking all the rules today, huh?
That's who we've become? Let's break the rules then.
Let's go on and break the rules, huh?
- Let's do it. - OK, OK.
You overreacted.
It's just one time we're just letting something slide,
not becoming full-on rule breakers.
Myles: Heh heh heh.
All right.
I guess she can go to the dance.
Yasmine: Yay! Ha ha ha!
Ahh. I'll tell her after school.
She's gonna be so excited.
Myles: Hey. Wait, wait. "I'll tell her"?
I see what you're doing, huh?
Heh heh. What are you trying to do,
get extra points, huh,
so that when we get old and can't take care
of ourselves she'll take you
into her big, old beautiful house
and throw me in some old, decrepit assisted living home?
Yasmine: It's never too early to start planting seeds.
Myles: Mmm.
Yasmine: In fact, I'll take her to buy a dress
for the dance after school.
Myles: Wait. No. No. Honey, no, no.
See, that's what I meant.
- I don't want a popular kid. - Mm-hmm.
Spending money already.
Bethany: Bye, I'll see ya later.
Dylan: Oh. Oh! Yes, yes, yes. Come on.
[exhales]
How's my breath?
Charlie: Uh, a little heads-up next time, please.
But surprisingly fresh.
Dylan: Flossing isn't just a lifestyle.
Time for me to go get my woman.
What up, girl?
Bethany: Hi, Dylan.
I'm glad you finally found your voice.
Dylan: Oh, I found it all right,
and it kept saying "I need to make you my girl."
Bethany: That's cute.
Dylan: Cute?
I'm not trying to be cute...
Unless that's working for you.
What I'm trying to tell you is
I can make you happy.
Bethany: How? By letting me win at Pokémon?
Dylan: Girl, you so fine, I'll let you win.
Bethany: Ok, Dylan. I'm flattered,
but no, thank you...
And I'm doing pretty well at Pokémon all by myself...
Pikachu.
Dylan: Wait, wait, wait.
Before you sh**t me a hard no,
listen to this rhyme I wrote for you.
I know it'll change your mind.
♪ When I first saw you, you caught my eye ♪
♪ My heart started b*ating, and I thought I'd just die ♪
♪ But the voice of a angel, it brought me back ♪
♪ And I knew I had to have you, and that's a fact ♪
♪ So my mind started thinkin' I'm way too young for drinkin' ♪
♪ But those pretty brown eyes were looking at me blinkin' ♪
♪ So all I could do was just come up with a plan ♪
♪ 'Cause I knew that one day that I'mma be your man ♪
[applause]
Girl: Oh, Dylan. Thank you!
Dylan: Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Not you. Her.
Girl: That was whack.
Bethany: That was really good, Dylan,
but no matter how well you rap,
you're , and I'm .
That's a high-school degree difference.
I'm sorry, but you're always gonna be
a little kid to me.
Charlie: Wow, Dylan. That was awesome!
Well, the part before Bethany blew you off.
Dylan: That's OK. I know our love is meant to be.
I just need to figure out a way to let her know.
Charlie: If you say so,
but I think that church pat on the head she gave you
was a hard pass.
Dylan: Come on.
Bethany: Guess what just happened.
Rebecca: What?
Bethany: Kelly and Anna got dates to the dance.
Rebecca: Smelly Kelly and Anna Banana,
who only wears yellow?
Bethany: Yes, so now, we're the only ones
in our class not going.
Rebecca: This is going to k*ll us socially.
What if we get your mom to change her mind
and see if that will make my parents bend?
Bethany: I already tried, but when I brought it up,
she started talking about everything
I've ever did wrong.
She's probably still talking.
Rebecca: Well, what are we gonna do now?
We're obviously not going to the dance at this point.
Bethany: Guess we're just gonna have to tell the guys.
Rebecca: We're going to sound so lame.
Bethany: Unless we come up with a good enough excuse
as to why we cannot go.
Rebecca: Like what?
Bethany: Like your grandmother d*ed.
Rebecca: But my grandma isn't dead.
Bethany: They don't know that.
Yeah. Until she shows up at school
or at the house
or hits on the gym teacher again
and they realize she's still alive.
So we're just gonna tell Zuri and Caleb
that we can't go to the dance because we're grounded
for wearing makeup?
We'll be the laughing stocks of the school.
Rebecca: Well, I don't see what other choice we have
that doesn't involve a dead loved one.
Bethany: Well, we have to think of something better and quick.
Stop rushing me. I have time.
Bethany: I wouldn't be so sure about that.
Zuri: Hey, Rebecca. Rebecca: Aah!
Zuri! Uhh. Hi.
Dylan: Check it. I'm about to show Bethany
how mature I am.
Charlie: By wearing a jacket and tie
you stole from the teachers' lounge?
Dylan: My man, you're skimming over the most important thing,
my mustache!
Charlie: Look. I'm on your side and all,
but I don't think Bethany is going to think
you grew a mustache between third and seventh period.
Dylan: You don't know anything about women.
She'll look at me in a whole new light.
Charlie: Well, I hope that light's dim
because your mustache is running.
Dylan: Ooh! Ooh!
Charlie: Now it's growing on your fingers.
Dylan: Just give me the goods.
You stay here. I'm going in.
Zuri: I'm really looking forward to the dance this weekend.
Rebecca: I was, too, but I'm not gonna
be able to go.
Zuri: Why not? Bethany: Because...
her grandmother d*ed.
Rebecca: Bethany!
Yeah. I was gonna tell you,
but it happened so suddenly,
uh, out of the blue, unplanned.
Dylan: Grandma Viola?
That can't be true.
Charlie: Where are you going?
Zuri: Oh, man. I'm sorry to hear that.
Rebecca: Yeah, it's so sad, so we're not gonna be
able to go to the dance.
Zuri: I understand.
Rebecca: So if you want to go with someone else...
Zuri: No. No, I don't.
Rebecca: You don't?
Zuri: No. I want to be there for you.
Bethany: Aw. So sweet.
Zuri: When's the funeral?
Rebecca: Um...
Bethany: The night of the dance.
Zuri: OK. Where?
Rebecca: Mmm...
Bethany: At that church,
that one...big one on that big...corner.
Zuri: Ok. I'll be there.
In fact, I'll tell the whole team
that we all should be there to support you.
Rebecca: No! I mean, um--ahem.
You don't have to do that.
Zuri: I know, but I want to.
I got to get to practice, but if you need anything,
let me know.
[Rebecca whimpers]
I need a way to get out of this lie.
Bethany: Look on the bright side.
At least you don't have to go to the actual dance anymore.
Rebecca: Err!
Yasmine: Hey, my loves.
Girls: Hi!
Yasmine: How was school?
Rebecca: Good. Bethany: Good.
Dylan: Really interesting.
Charlie: Dylan busted a rhyme for Bethany,
and she wasn't feeling it.
Dylan: Nice work on the slang, Chuck,
but you don't have to put my business
out there in the street.
Myles: All right, guys. You guys go upstairs,
wash your hands, put your stuff away.
Rebecca, come here.
Charlie: Ooh-ooh-ooh. What did you do now?
Yasmine: Charlie, hands.
Rebecca, your dad and I've been talking,
and...we've changed our mind about you going to the dance.
Bethany: You mean, we can go?
Um, we're not your parents, so we can't speak for them,
but Rebecca can go.
Rebecca: Ohh! OMG! Thank you, Mommy and Daddy!
Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Bethany: Yes. Thank you!
Yasmine: Oh, Bethany, you heard Mr. Wilson, right?
We don't know if your mom's gonna change her mind.
Bethany: She will. It's sad because she's
kind of a follower, but it works out in my favor.
Yasmine: Ok. Well, we took in consideration
that you're a pretty good kid.
Rebecca: True, and I've been on really good behavior
since the whole makeup incident.
Yasmine: You have. Myles: Yeah.
It's not like you're constantly running around
disobeying us or telling a bunch of lies, so...
Yasmine: So we decided to break our own rules
this one time.
Rebecca: Thank you so much, Mom.
Yasmine: Heh heh heh. Myles: Yeah, yeah.
[coughing] And Dad. And Dad.
Yasmine: Yeah. Myles: Yeah, and Dad.
Hello. I played a part in this decision, too.
Rebecca: And Dad, and Dad. Myles: Thank you. Ok.
Rebecca: Uh-huh. Mm-hmm. Ok, and, um, me and Bethany
have lots of homework to get to, so...
Yasmine: Oh! Such a good kid.
Myles: She a'ight.
What are we going to do now?
Bethany: We really shouldn't have told Zuri
that your grandmother d*ed.
I didn't tell Zuri my grandmother d*ed.
You told Zuri my grandmother d*ed!
Sorry! I panicked. It just fell out of my mouth.
Well, you need to panic now
so something to get us out of this mess
will fall right out of your mouth!
I got nothing.
Well, what if we say he heard us wrong,
like, my grandmother lied instead of d*ed?
Haven't we done enough lying?
Bethany!
I'm sorry. Yes. It'll work
except for we kind of told him
when and where the funeral would be.
Stop messing up my plan with logic!
Sorry! Yes, it'll work!
- No, it won't. - Yes, it will.
Zuri will be so happy that nobody d*ed
and you can go to the dance.
He won't ask any questions.
Rebecca: You really think so?
Bethany: Not really, but we don't have
any other options at this point.
[doorbell rings]
Rebecca: I'll get it.
Thanks.
Yasmine: Oh. Put them over here.
Ha ha.
Honey. Oh!
You're so sweet.
Aw. Heh heh heh.
Myles: Yes, I am.
Charlie: Is it your anniversary already?
Myles: Um...
Yasmine: No, it's not.
Bethany: Is it your birthday, Mrs. Wilson?
- Um... - Is it my birthday, Myles?
Myles: Mmm.
Dylan: Dang, man. Can't you say anything
besides, "Um, uhh"?
Myles: Well...
Yasmine: You didn't get these for me, did you?
Myles: I--I--I might-- um, I--
Dylan: No. Sorry, Aunt Yasmine,
but Uncle Myles didn't send them to you.
They're for Bethany.
Bethany: Really?!
Dylan: Yep. Nothing's too great for my love.
Bethany: Why would you waste your money?
I told you I was not interested.
Dylan: I heard you, but the way your eyes lit up
when you heard those flowers were for you
tells me different.
Bethany: I like flowers. I don't like kids.
Now stop talking to me.
Dylan: Ok, but when I sign that record label,
you're gonna be wishing you had my digits.
Bethany: You don't have digits.
You're ,
and I'm sure I'll be fine without them.
Dylan: With that attitude,
I'm glad I didn't send these flowers to you.
Charlie: If they're not from Dad or Dylan,
who are they from?
Dylan: Yo, my man. You better watch your woman.
She probably getting flowers from another dude.
Myles: That woman is your aunt,
and she's not getting flowers from another dude.
Dylan: OK.
Rebecca: Well, if they're not for Mom,
they must be for me.
Charlie: You must be joking.
Yasmine: Just give me the flowers.
Let's look at the card.
They're from...Zuri.
They are for me?
[girls squealing]
[girls giggling]
"My condolences about your grandmother passing.
I hope these flowers bring you some peace."
Grandma passed by where?
Dylan: Yo. You got something to say about this, Becca?
Rebecca: Uh...
Yasmine: Oh, my goodness.
Myles: What? Wait a minute. What?
Let me see this.
My Mom is dead?
Charlie: Oh, passing as in...dead?
Myles: Uh, how? This--this can't be true.
Yasmine: Something's not right about this.
Dylan: Yo. This about to be an issue, cuz.