01x02 - First Day Frenzy

[bunniefuu]

♪ Hey, hey! ♪

♪ La la la la la ♪

♪ Hey, hey! ♪

♪ La la la la la ♪

♪ Chasing dreams
And making it happen ♪

♪ We can be anything
We imagine ♪

♪ In harmony, it's clicking
Like magic ♪

♪ It takes two! ♪

♪ When we're together ♪

♪ Double trouble
Rocking in stereo ♪

♪ Better buckle up,
Baby here we go ♪

♪ You and me ♪

♪ It's lights
Camera action ♪

♪ It takes two! ♪

♪ When we're together ♪

♪ It takes two! ♪

[instrumental music playing]

[alarm beeps]

[both] It's the first day
of school!

You know what that means...

-Schedules!
-Muffins!

You packed your
own muffin pan?

Doesn't everybody?

It's for my mom's magical
mango muffins.

That's how we kick off

West Coast Roberts'
back to school traditions.

Um...

After muffins,

there's the first day
outfit picture,

time capsules and
family karaoke night.

It's the only way to set the
tone for a perfect school year.

W-Wow.

That's a lot.

And they all sound great.

I just wish you'd
told me sooner.

I still have to pick up
my favorite pens.

The right ink flow can make
an essay feel alive.

[phone buzzes]

Time for breakfast.

Maybe muffins this weekend?

Um, sure.

[dreamy music playing]

[phone rings]

Mom, Dad?

George, wake up. It's Barbie.

Are you okay, honey?

It's : AM?

[yelps]
More noodles!

Oh, Margaret.

It was the mac and cheese
dream again.

I was drowning in cheddar.

Whoops. Time zones.

Morning here,
way too early there.

Everything's fine.

Love you. Bye.

Wait, sweetie!

Happy first day.

You're making
the muffins right?

Yes.

I am.

[energetic music playing]

Heads up.

-Thanks, Dad.
-Thanks, baby.

Don't forget to clean
the cat box.

[instrumental music playing]

[dings]

-Barbie.
-[both] Yes?

Sorry, this Barbie.

Hope you like poppy seed.

Thanks.

Got any milk?

And flour, eggs, baking soda
and some mangoes?

Interesting bagel toppings.

Actually I wanted
to make muffins.

They're a family tradition.

Hmm.
We don't have any mangoes.

Would a week old guava I picked
up in Hawaii work?

Um... not really?

Sorry, Barbie.

Maybe I can pick
some up later.

Mango muffins this weekend?

-[phone buzzes]
-Mm.

Got a jet.

La France, here I come.

And I gotta get
to the office.

-[Brooklyn's mother] Cat box.
-Right after the cat box.

Okay. No muffins,

but what about
the time capsule?

Fun for the future.

Speaking of the future,

subway leaves in minutes
seconds.

We gotta leave in five
if we're going to be on time.

-And by on time...
-You mean early.

I mean early.

Could use a little mango.

[energetic music playing]

Dance, music theory, vocal.

Morning.
Happy first day of school.

Love the hair.

Yes to the purple streaks!

Huh. : .

Still too early on the
West Coast to try home again,

but I can call at lunch, right?

Brooklyn?

Malibu, look who it is!

[fanfare music]

[gasps]

-It's, it's, it's...
-Breathe.

Can you spell it out for me?

Charades?
How many syllables?

Rafa, Brooklyn short-circuited.

It's Bertram Livsey.
He's a genius.

One of the greatest actors
of all time.

No, the greatest.

I've seen him on Broadway
like times.

He just doesn't know acting,
he is acting.

What's he doing here?

Oh, is that him?

Because I heard
from some dance kids,

who heard it from
some film students,

who heard it from
some drama kids

that he's guest-teaching
here this year.

By audition only.

[gasps]

Yeah, maybe let's work on
that first impression.

I am so getting into his class.

What'll I perform?

I gotta find the perfect piece.

Something that shows my range
but isn't too much of a stretch.

Something hilarious
but also serious.

Something that everybody knows
and loves but is totally fresh.

[gasps]
I know.

A dramatic hero scene.

[neighs]

Nope. Too horsey.

Maybe something mysterious.

Eye of newt and tail of frog.

Wait, is it tail of snake?

[sniffs]
Nope.

[coughs]
Too smelly.

More iconic.

♪ The hills... ♪

Woah!

Ugh!

Nope. Too dizzy.

[dreamy music]

I have no idea what to do.

Better figure it out fast.
Auditions are tomorrow.

-Tomorrow?
-[school bell rings]

And class is now.

See you at lunch, Rafa.

Brooklyn, breathe.

Breathe.

Can I help you with something?

[inhales]
My guess is, uh, no.

Have it your way.

But for future reference,
this is my good side.

[claps]

Let's begin warming up,
shall we?

[gentle classical music]

Psst. Brooklyn.

What are you doing?

Didn't you hear her?
We're starting.

Gotta find a perfect
audition piece.

And seven, and eight.

No. No.

Maybe. No.

[whispers]
Brooklyn, she's coming!

[dramatic music]

I thought I said no phones,
Miss Roberts.

Is there somewhere you'd
rather be than in my class?

Because that can be arranged.

Oh, madam.

I, um...

It's my fault.

Because, well, your scarf.
It's so beautiful.

It's an Alessandra Boujay,
right?

That's correct.

I've been looking everywhere
for one just like it,

so I asked Brooklyn
to check online

because I left my phone
in my locker.

I mean, that color?
With your eyes?

[giggles]

They're impossible to find.

But I got this one
at a sample sale.

I'll send you the link
after class.

[cheerful music]

Thanks for the rescue.

No problem.

And I snagged an amazing scarf
on that site she sent me

so it was a total win-win.

Oh, and speaking of fashion,

I think it's time for the first
day outfit photoshoot back home.

Oh, no, I missed it.

At least Skipper sent the pic.

Disaster.

My costume design
instructor told us

to build a signature look that
explores our inner essence.

I'm still working
on my outer essence!

And she wants it in two days?

Real art takes time, and...

Oh, no, he isn't!

Did we not just talk about this?

My right side is my good side.

Future award winning director
The Dash.

Cheers.

The Dash?

Like the punctuation?

What, was the comma taken?

The semicolon too boring?

Full name Daschel Haycraft
the Third.

But he goes by The Dash.

Here to talk about The Dash's
next groundbreaking epic,

an expose on aspiring artists
in their natural habitat.

You two, love the desperation.
Love it.

You though, you're holding back.

I need grit, I need angst.

Something, anything.

Listen, Dash.

The Dash.

If you say so.

Anyway, we're kind of in
the middle of something.

So that's a wrap.

Ah!
Speaking The Dash's language.

I like it, I like it.

Ciao.

So.

-This assignment...
-[school bell rings]

Ooh. Got to get to music theory.

And I'm off to stage lighting.
And to find an audition piece.

We'll catch up about your
costume after school, Rafa.

I cannot work under
these conditions.

[instrumental music playing]

Ugh. It's still the middle
of the school day on the
West Coast.

I need to have
a serious talk

with whoever invented
time zones.

[sobbing dramatically]

What happened?
What's wrong?

Good, huh?

It's part of my audition piece
from Romeo and Juliet.

Perfect choice, right?

Lots of crying.

Bertram loves tears.

The man can cry on command.

He won the Sobby Award for his
revolutionary work in the play

"The Weeping Windmill".

Well, the next Sobby
is as good as yours.

I'll leave you to it.

[sobbing dramatically]

Yes!

You got this.

[instrumental music playing]

Romeo, Romeo,
wherefore art thou, Romeo?

[Kel] What'd you say, honey?

I'm not talking to you, Dad.

I'm talking to Romeo.

[Malibu] Aww. After first day
of school beach walk?

I wish I were there.

[static crackling]

What? You're breaking up.

Better now?

How about now?

Now?

Deny thy father and...

[Kel] Etta? Dinner!

Woah.

Sorry, Etta.

Romeo!

Your timing's perfect.

Just got back from
the skateboard park.

So tell me, Barbie,

did you burn the muffins
this morning?

Uh, no.

I didn't even get
to make them.

And that was one time.

I can still smell the smoke.

[laughs]

I was .

That which we call a rose

by any other name would
smell as sweet.

[phone buzzing]

She almost got in trouble.

So I told her how much
I love her scarf and...

-[beeps]
-Oh, one sec.

Does this scream me?
What about this?

Does it say I'm a fierce jungle
cat but also a frisky kitten?

Um, yes.

I knew it.
I'm starting over.

Everything cool?

Yep. Just a costume.

Hold on.

Trust me, you're a jungle cat.

[Ken] Huh?

Whoops.
Hold please.

Does this say elegant elk
or teeny mouse?

No, you're right.
Needs more majestic moose.

[yawns]

Crisis averted.

-[Brooklyn] Romeo!
-[groans]

And it sounds like there's one
more crisis to handle.

Talk tomorrow?

For sure.
Night, Barbie.

[chuckles] Romeo better be
worth the yelling!

[instrumental music playing]

[meows]

[gasps]

[gasps]

Morning!

I thought you were coming up
after last night's Romeo.

How'd your all nighter go?

[hoarsely]
Oh, no. I can't talk!

What'd you say?
It's like you're not talking.

-[hoarsely] I'm not talking.
-Are you talking?

[hoarsely]
Too much rehearsal.

Lost voice.

[gasps] You must've
rehearsed too much

and lost your voice.

Don't worry.

I can fix this,
but I'll need some backup.

Tea, drink it.

Heating pad, wear it.

Garlic, chew it.

Oh, no. Still no voice?

Don't worry.

We'll think of something.

I can't pull off antlers.

Don't ask.

Rafa, you're super talented

and you're going
to figure this out.

Thank you, Malibu.
Your turn, Brooklyn.

Say nice things.

She can't say anything.

Too much rehearsal.

No voice?
I'll accept a note.

[Dash] And cut!

Yeah, better, better,
but not great.

I'm not a miracle worker people.

Help me help you.

Oh, and, uh, Rafa, the camera
doesn't lie, my friend.

Your left side
is your good side.

[clicks tongue]

Please. You have no idea what
you're talking abou...

[gasps]

He's right.

Annoying, but right.

This changes everything.

Let's go again, this time
with some actual feeling.

Back to one.

We don't have time.

Brooklyn's supposed to perform
this afternoon

and she can't talk.

[sighs] Unbelievable!

This is why I always have
understudies standing by.

I need a coffee.

You should have an understudy.

[gasps]
You do have an understudy!

Me.
I'll be your voice.

I'll say the lines offstage
while you lip sync them onstage.

It'll be like Shakespeare
karaoke.

You really think you
can do this?

No problem.

It's going to be so flawless
no one will suspect a thing.

h[instrumental music playing]

-[phone rings]
-Hey, Mom, one sec.

I'm trying to pick my song
for karaoke tonight.

What's that one you like?

The one where that part goes

♪ Wah wah wee! ♪

-I don't...
- Oh, yes, you do.

♪ Wah wah wee! ♪

Seriously, Mom? I don't...

♪ Wah wah wee ♪

Oh, never mind, honey.
Work's calling.

I gotta run.

Call you later.
Love you.

Hello, good afternoon
and welcome to my auditions.

My name is Bertram Livsey.

You may know me from
my smash Broadway hit

"The Flounder at Midnight" and
my award winning one-man show,

"Me, Myself, and I:
Journey to the Center of Me."

Hmm?

And now I am here
to bring me to you.

-[gasps]
-If you're lucky.

I am here to mold and shape

the next generation
of thespians.

But am I willing to work
with just anyone?

[chuckles]
No.

You must be excellent,
you must be outstanding,

you must be incredible
and in a moment

we'll see who has what it takes.

Only the truly gifted
will make the cut.

[fanfare]

And that's why I will only
always and ever love you.

[Bertram] Next.

[groaning in pain]

[Bertram] That will be all.

[howling]

[Bertram] Don't. Just don't.

[drum roll]

You may begin, Miss Roberts.

Miss Roberts,
is there a problem?

[gasps]

The play. Where is it?

No, no, no, no.

[taps foot]

You got this.
[clears throat]

Romeo, Romeo.

Wherefore art thou, Romeo?

Art thou uppeth the hilleth
with Jacketh and Jilleth?

[whispers] Sorry!

Four score and seven years ago,

Romeo Romeo, sat on a wall
and had a great fall.

Look, up there,
way up there!

It's a bird, it's a plane.

♪ Give my regards
To Broadway! ♪

[melancholy music]

Oh, I'm so sorry, Barbie.

I lost your script
and I panicked.

Thanks. I know you tried.

I probably should've just asked
to audition later.

My fair ladies, did you
knocketh them dead?

Oh, apparently not.

[sighs]
Your turn to say nice things.

Well, it's like my
abuela always says,

"When the rain begins to fall

and the roof above
your head is leaking,

hop on your motorcycle
and ride out of town."

Your abuela rides a motorcycle?

-Only when it rains.
-[door opens]

Quite an exit,
Miss Barbie Roberts.

And quite a performance
as well.

That was the most inventive
comedic commentary

on Shakespeare I've ever seen.

Pure genius.

It reminded me of me
when I played the lead in

"The Prince and the Doughnut."

Did you see it?

Truly glorious.

Welcome to my class.

-[hoarsely] I'm in?
-Yes.

-Your friend too.
-[gasps]

That's right, Miss Barbie
Roberts, the other one.

I could see your shoes
the whole time.

Cute, but very noticeable.

Loved your improv.

It reminded me of me
when I played the lead in

"The Walrus With a Chance."

Did you see it?
It was a triumph.

See you in class.

-[hoarsely] Woo-hoo!
-Yes!

This is amazing.

You ladies are an inspiration.

I know exactly what to do
for my project now.

With a little risk and
a whole lot of improv,

my costume will be bursting
with inner essence.

[music playing]

And who knows. Maybe I'll
win a Sobby Award one day.

You've got my vote.

Oh, we can celebrate
with mango muffins.

Actually, I think I'm okay
to skip the mangoes.

[Brooklyn]
Who wants mango curry?

Oh, my gosh, I love mangoes!

Gotta go. Love you, bye.

It's a little New York twist
on your West Coast tradition.

I know how much
you miss them.

Plus, my dad felt so bad,
he bought like mangoes.

Had to do something
with them.

Thanks, Barbie.
It's delicious.

Who's up for some karaoke?

It's not the first day
of school,

but traditions and tunes Tuesday

has a nice ring to it,
don't you think?

And with the words right on
the screen, you can't miss them.

[laughs]

[instrumental music playing]

[closing theme music playing]