Bethany: You must be Dylan. I'm Bethany.
Myles: He's fine, Charlie. He's just got a crush.
Dylan: I need to make you my girl.
Bethany: I'm sorry, but you're always gonna be
a little kid to me.
Yasmine: Why are you wearing makeup when we told you not to?
You're grounded, and you won't be going to that dance.
Bethany: We're the only ones not going.
Rebecca: We're going to sound so lame.
Bethany: Unless we come up with a good-enough excuse.
Rebecca: I'm not gonna be able to go.
Bethany: Her grandmother d*ed.
Yasmine: Pretty. You didn't get these for me, did you?
Charlie: "My condolences about your grandmother passing."
Myles: My mom is dead?
Yasmine: Something's not right about this.
Myles: Wait. My mom's dead? Am I reading this right?
Yasmine: Honey, yes.
I'm sorry, but it says, "condolences."
[doorbell rings]
Rebecca: I'll get it. Hee hee!
Bethany: Another one? Zuri really likes you.
Rebecca: Normally, that'd make me happy,
but this is getting out of hand.
My dad thinks his mom is dead.
Bethany: Yeah. That part kind of sucks.
Dylan: Who are they from?
Yasmine: Principal Matthews at the school?
Apparently, they're canceling the school dance
in honor of Grandma Viola.
Dylan: Wow. The personal care at these private schools is crazy.
I wonder if they would fund my debut album.
Charlie: I'm wondering how all these people knew before we did.
Myles: I don't know. I don't know anything anymore.
I mean, am I dreaming? I must be dreaming.
Definitely not dreaming.
Rebecca: This does feel like a nightmare.
Bethany: Maybe we should all go to sleep,
and this will be better in the morning?
Rebecca: Good idea.
Dylan: That's a crazy idea.
Rebecca: Bethany came up with it.
Dylan: On second thought, that's a great idea,
so are you spending the night, Bethany?
I can't imagine what happened.
I was just talking to her, so, you know--
Dylan: What do you think happened, Bex, hmm?
Rebecca: Heh. Heh heh. Well, why would I know?
Dylan: Mm mm. You might have heard something.
Myles: I just got to wrap my brain around it, just--
[exhales]
Bethany: Take it slow. Something may change.
Myles: What are you talking about?
Rebecca: Nothing.
Myles: I just don't understand. She was, like--
She could bench-press .
Even her breath was strong.
Her nickname was Whole Up Swole Up.
Rebecca: I love her so much,
it's like she never even passed away.
Dylan: Mm. Interesting way to look at it.
Yasmine: Listen.
This is gonna be hard to process,
but if you want or need to talk to help you understand this
and channel your energy in the right way,
your dad and I are here.
Myles: Mama-a-a!
Yasmine: Well, I'm here.
Dylan: You're right, Aunt Yasmine.
This could spark a new "I Miss You" anthem
to put my rap career on the map.
♪ Dang, Grandma
♪ It was like you were just here ♪
♪ If I close my eyes, I can see you so clear ♪
♪ Your eucalyptus and patchouli perfume ♪
♪ Man, you sure knew how to fill a room ♪
Yeah. I like where this is going.
Charlie: Wow. He's handling this very well.
Dylan: ♪ There once was a kid from the city of Chi ♪
♪ Ma knew I was important, not a regular guy ♪
♪ Everybody follow me
♪ I'm'a take you on a trip, buckle up, let's go ♪
♪ I'm'a get you all a hit
♪ I'm a star, came up from a block in Chi-town ♪
♪ Living large, I'm trying to balance school and these bars ♪
♪ Came far, ain't no better feelin' ♪
♪ I tell 'em, "You're gonna love Young Dylan" ♪
♪ Young Dylan
♪ Young Dylan ♪
♪ I tell 'em, "You're gonna love Young Dylan" ♪
Myles: I can't believe it's true.
I told you about the doggy door.
- Honey... - Waah!
Yasmine: Are you OK?
Myles: No!
Yasmine: I know it's hard right now
and you're going through a lot, but I'm really concerned
about how Dylan's taking Viola's death.
Myles: Really?
Well, I think he's taking it OK, seems to be doing good. Yeah.
He's doing everything but skipping through the halls.
Yasmine: Exactly.
I know he wants to be this hard rapper from the streets,
but he's still a kid,
and Viola was the only constant presence in his life.
Myles: You never liked my mom. Don't even try.
You're saying her name, like, with sweetness.
You didn't even care about her.
Yasmine: No, no, baby, and he's acting like she's not even gone.
Myles: You're acting like I'm not in pain right now.
Viola: Y'all need some more toilet paper in there.
Myles: Mama--waah!
- Viola? - Mom! Oh!
Myles: [crying]
Viola: Why are you hugging me so tight?
It's just toilet paper.
Myles: It's not toilet paper, Mama. We thought you was dead.
Viola: What on Earth gave you that idea?
Yasmine: We got flowers.
Viola: Yasmine, honey,
I know you're not used to people doing nice things for you,
but just because you got flowers doesn't mean somebody d*ed.
Yasmine: You know what? Never mind.
I'm calling Principal Matthews right now
to get to the bottom of this.
Myles: [whimpering]
Viola: What is going on in this house?
Myles: The flowers came with a letter from school
sending condolences because you had passed away.
Viola: Well, as you can see, I'm just as alive as I ever was.
Myles: Ho ho ho! Yes, you are.
Yes, you are, and I'm so happy about it.
I love you, Mom.
Viola: Uh-uh. Yeah.
I love you too, son, but if you hug me like that again,
I might just break you in half.
Yasmine: Yes. Ok. Thanks.
Myles: [chuckles]
Viola: Heh heh heh. Rrgh...
Myles: What'd he say? What'd he say?
Yasmine: He said, Rebecca told Zuri
that her grandmother d*ed and that's why
she couldn't go to the dance with him.
Myles: What?
Yasmine: Uh-huh.
Myles: Unless it's your mom.
- Baby, your mama gone. - Oh, Myles...
Clearly it was an excuse to cover up
the real reason why she couldn't go to the dance,
but let me call my mom, just in case.
Viola: Y'all need to do a better job
of parenting these kids.
By "Y'all," I mean you,
but you don't lie about a family member's death
unless they're already dead.
It's bad juju.
All of this could have been avoided
if she had've just said her great-grandmother d*ed.
Amateurs.
Myles: You know, I can't believe that girl had me thinking
my mama was dead when she could've just told me the truth.
I'm gonna k*ll her.
Viola: Now, wait a minute now.
I'm the one she lied on,
and I have a better way to punish her.
Myles: I'm listening.
Viola: Well...
Rebecca: We're in it so deep.
Bethany: Speak for yourself. I am going home soon.
My grandma ain't fake dead.
Rebecca: You're not going anywhere.
You got me into this mess.
Bethany: How so?
Rebecca: Does this sound familiar?
"Her grandmother d*ed."
Bethany: It does sound familiar. Who said it?
Rebecca: You.
Bethany: Oh.
Rebecca: We're in this together,
best friends forever till death do us part.
Bethany: Death might come sooner than later
once your parents find out we lied.
Rebecca: That's why we're gonna make sure
that they never find out.
Myles: [sobbing]
Yasmine: Oh, baby, I know!
[sobbing]
Rebecca: Mom, Dad, are y'all OK?
Myles: No. No, girls.
I'm not OK. My mama gone.
Yasmine: Oh, oh! Your father's having trouble moving.
- Ooh... - I'll help you, Daddy.
- Sit down. - Ok. Ohh!
- Whoa! - Ohh...just--
- Oh, thank you, baby. - Uh-huh.
- Thank you. It's so-- - It's so hard on him.
Myles: Yes.
Yasmine: Mm-hmm, and--I don't know--
there's just so much to be done around the house.
Bethany: Rebecca will do it.
Rebecca: I will?
Yasmine: Oh...
Rebecca: I mean, I will.
Y'all don't have to lift a finger.
Yasmine: You don't have to.
Bethany: I insist.
Yasmine: Oh, OK.
The living room needs vacuuming, and I--
Rebecca: Uh, bup bup bup bup bup bup.
Say no more.
Y'all just sit here and watch TV or something.
- OK. - Oh...
Myles: I just can't even--
baby, could you-- I--
The remote. The remote.
Rebecca: There you go.
Myles: Thank you, baby.
[snorts]
Bethany: Well, my mom just texted.
I'm gonna go. Bye, y'all. Tell Grandma V. I said hi.
I mean, bye, like, my condolences.
- What up, y'all? - What's cracking?
Yasmine: Hello, boys. You seem chipper.
Dylan: We heard somebody sobbing like their life was over.
Myles: Mm mm mm...
Dylan: Looks like Rebecca's helping out.
Yasmine: Yes. She's helping out.
Myles: Yes, 'cause... My mama gone!
Yasmine: It is really hard on us,
and you guys seem to be taking it well.
Charlie: It's like she's not even dead.
Yasmine: Myles, can I see you upstairs?
Myles: I can't move, baby, 'cause my mama gone.
- Now! - Yes, dear.
Myles: [moaning]
[sobbing]
Yasmine: Mm. Mm.
[buzz buzz buzz]
Rebecca: Oh. That's the laundry.
Yasmine: Hmm.
Rebecca: Well, don't everybody move at once.
Charlie: This is going great.
Dylan: Yeah. I know. She doesn't suspect a thing.
Myles: Good job, Dylan. Good job.
Dylan: Ah, my man.
Myles: Ha ha ha!
Yasmine: His mama's gone.
[doorbell rings]
Charlie: [sobbing]
Rebecca: That's the doorbell. Nobody move.
It might be Grandma.
Whoa. Not today. No! Uh!
Oh, man...
Oh...uh!
[doorbell rings]
Oh. Phew.
Bethany: Hey, girl,
you know you have socks on your head?
Rebecca: I do. I thought you were my grandma.
Bethany: Oh.
Boo.
You get it?
Rebecca: Hilarious.
Bethany: What are you doing?
Rebecca: I'm picking up all the laundry I dropped on the floor
when I freaked out that you might be my grandma,
fully ruining everything.
Bethany: I thought everything was already fully ruined.
Rebecca: You got me into this.
Bethany: Oh, right.
Myles: Oh...
Ooh, baby...
It's hard.
Bethany: Mr. And Mrs. Wilson, are y'all doing OK?
Myles: No. Can't you see my lip?
Yasmine: Ok. Yeah.
He's just gonna get some rest.
Bethany: I'm sorry, Mr. Wilson.
Wouldn't this be great if it never happened?
Careful. My milkshake.
Myles: Ay! Ee! Aye! Oh! Yoo!
Yasmine: Ok.
Myles: And sometimes why!
Dylan: Yo, Bex, Bethany.
Bethany: Small fry.
Dylan: I could be your side dish any day.
Bethany: Rebecca, help.
Rebecca: What do you want?
Dylan: Your mom and dad want a snack.
Charlie: A dessert-- strawberries and cupcakes.
Rebecca: That's weird.
They just went upstairs and didn't say anything.
Dylan: Uh, they told us to tell you,
and it'll help because uncle Myles'--
Rebecca: Mama gone. I get you.
OK. Bethany, you're helping.
Charlie: I can't believe that worked.
Dylan: Yeah, but I hate pulling a fast one like that on Bethany.
You saw the way she looked at me, though?
Um, she wants me.
Charlie: She really doesn't, bro.
- Aha! - [gasps]
Rebecca: I knew something was up.
Dylan: Hey, um, Bethany,
how much of that did you hear?
Bethany: All of it.
Charlie's right. I don't.
Dylan: Cool.
Rebecca: How could you guys take advantage of us like this?
Charlie: You're the one that told Zuri Grandma's dead,
and she's not!
- Ohh... - Ooh!
Rebecca: You know?
Dylan: Yeah, we know, and if you want us to keep it secret,
you're gonna have to wait on us hand and foot.
Bethany: Not me.
My grandma ain't the one that's fake dead.
I mean...
How can we help?
Dylan: You could start by doing my homework.
Charlie: Oh, give her mine, too.
Dylan: Ooh, good idea.
We'll give you more orders later.
Rebecca: But bossing you around is my thing.
We are in big trouble.
Bethany: "We"?
Viola: Hey, girls.
Bethany: Grandma V.?
Rebecca: Correction-- now we're in big trouble.
Grandma, it's so great to see you.
Let me show you something in my room.
- Mm-hmm. - OK, but what is going on?
Girl, what is it you want to show me?
Rebecca: Uh, I wanted to show you, uh--
Bethany: Uh, this-- this l-l-lamp.
Viola: A lamp?
Rebecca: Yep. That's what I wanted to show you--the lamp.
Viola: What really going on here?
Rebecca: OK. Fine.
I'll tell you.
So you know how Bethany and I
aren't allowed to go to the dance?
Viola: Mm-hmm.
Rebecca: I kind of sort of maybe told the boy
that I was going with that I couldn't go,
well, 'cause...
you d*ed.
Viola: You said what now?
Bethany: Stupid idea, right?
Rebecca: It was your idea.
Bethany: I'm'a-- I'm gonna be over here.
Rebecca: And now I can't go to the dance,
everyone thinks you're actually dead,
and I've been covering it all up.
Viola: Ooh, now, that seems like a worse idea.
Rebecca: I don't want to get in trouble.
Viola: Well, makes perfect sense to me.
- It does? - It does?
Viola: Mm-hmm. What you need me to do?
Bethany: Stay in this room for the rest of your life.
I'm gonna still be over here.
Rebecca: At least until this all blows over.
I'll--I'll get you whatever you want.
Viola: Couple of sodas and a bag of chips, please.
Rebecca: Coming right up.
Bethany: So to recap,
you're helping your folks while they grieve,
Dylan and Charlie are making you do their chores,
and you have to hide your grandma
in your room for eternity?
Rebecca: It looks like it.
Bethany: Glad my grandma ain't fake dead.
Myles: My mama's gone.
[whimpering]
Rebecca: Oh!
Dylan: Did Bethany leave yet?
Rebecca: Nope. She's upstairs with...
uh, herself.
Dylan: OK.
Um, are you still doing my homework?
Rebecca: Nope. Doing Mom and Dad's taxes.
Dylan: Well, I'm gonna need you to shine this jewelry
when you get done.
Myles: [moaning]
Rebecca, I was--
I was upstairs watching TV in my room
to ease the pain from my mama being gone,
and I threw the remote at the wall.
I need you to spackle it.
There's a big, old hole there...
[sobs]
Like the one in my heart.
It's sad.
Rebecca: On it, Dad,
as soon as I finish these taxes and shine Dylan's--
Grandma!
Myles: Oh, don't say her name.
Rebecca: Grandma, get--
Now, where was I?
Yasmine: Rebecca, can you come here, please?
Charlie: Becca, I need you.
Dylan: I forgot one more piece.
Myles: Mama! Ohh!
[wails]
Rebecca: Enough!
Can everyone just come out here, please?
Yasmine: What it is, baby?
Rebecca: Well, I can't take it anymore.
I--I have a confession to make.
See, Bethany and I had to come up with a good-enough excuse
as to why we couldn't go to the dance...
Bethany: Because being grounded for wearing makeup to school
was so lame.
I mean, we're .
Rebecca: So Bethany blurted out that Grandma d*ed.
Bethany: Only because you mentioned using it
as an excuse before.
Rebecca: Anyways, I didn't correct her,
and Zuri ran with it, and it spread like wildfire
around the whole school,
but...
Grandma isn't dead.
Come on out, Grandma.
Viola: Ooh, child, took you long enough.
I was running out of things to t*rture you with.
Rebecca: Here she is. Your mama ain't gone.
Myles: Oh, I knew. We all knew.
Rebecca: All of you let us suffer when you knew the truth?
Myles: Don't you mean, you were the ones
who let us suffer when you knew the truth?
I mean, why you didn't tell us?
Rebecca: Everything just spiraled out of control,
and we didn't know how to stop it.
I'm sorry.
Dylan: Bethany, I don't blame you.
Who among us hasn't blurted out a lie and ran with it?
I think we should all forgive each other and move on.
Yasmine: Just so we're clear,
you will not be going to any dances anytime soon.
Rebecca: I know, but if it means anything,
I'm really sorry.
Yasmine: Not as sorry as you're gonna be.
Tell 'em what they won, honey.
Myles: Well, Bethany, Rebecca-- mm-hmm--
you both won yourselves a -night stay
in your bedroom with Grandma.
- [gasps] - Oh!
Dylan: That means I have days
to show you I'm man enough for you.
Viola: Uh-uh. Nope.
For the next days, they're all mine.
Rebecca: Aah! Ah! Oh, no!
- No. No. - Help us! Help us!
Viola: Now, while you two are working,
you can tell me what would make you say
such a terrible thing about me.
Rebecca: Man, I kind of wish Grandma was still fake dead.
Bethany: Now you get me.
Viola: What'd you say, babies?
- Nothing. - Nothing.
Viola: That's what I thought. A little slower.
Rub up a little higher, a little higher.
Mm-hmm. Yeah. Oh, that feels good.