01x09 - Complete Repeat

[bunniefuu]

[crowd cheering]

[cheering continues]

Psst.
What's wrong, bro?

Nick, play the new song you wrote.

I couldn't come up with a new song!

-[both] What?
-[crowd gasps]

-[man coughs]
-[crowd jeering]

No!

The monkeys! Aw!

[grunting]

Hi-ya!

Guys, it's all me.

Bad dream.

[sighs]

-About the new song?
-Yeah.

Were we wearing underwear
and birthday hats?

You were wearing that, too?

Not this time.

Everyone back to bed.

OK.

Oh, guys, can someone please
turn on the relaxation CD?

Sure.

[birds chirping]

How am I supposed to fall asleep to that?

It's the wrong one.

[crowd cheering]

-[theme music playing]
-♪ Yeah! ♪

♪ Hey! ♪

♪ I was sitting at home ♪

♪ Watching TV all alone ♪

♪ So tired of routines ♪

♪ The day goes on and on ♪

♪ So I pick up the phone ♪

♪ Call everyone I know ♪

♪ I say there's gonna be a party ♪

♪ Hit the music, here we go, yeah ♪

♪ You gotta live to party
Bust your move ♪

♪ Everybody's in the groove ♪

♪ Tell the DJ to play our song ♪

♪ Are you ready to rock and roll? ♪

♪ Gotta live to party
Bust your move ♪

♪ Everybody's in the groove ♪

♪ Live to ♪

♪ Party! ♪

[keyboard playing]

[motor humming]

Nick's never had writer's block before.

It's been three weeks
and he hasn't written anything.

I know what we can do.
We can introduce him to a girl,

make him fall in love with that girl,
make the girl break up with him.

Broken heart, brand-new song.

-Unless that would be totally wrong.
-Yeah, that would be pretty wrong.

Nick out, Frankie in.

-Frankie, that's plan B.
-Maybe C.

-Has he got a song yet?
-Well is dry, Dad.

Well, if doesn't come up with a song
by the end of the day tomorrow,

we can't get the album done on time.

What if he can't write anymore?

What if he can't write another song
for as long as he lives?

What if he could hear you?

Then that would be pretty embarrassing
for all of us! [chuckles]

Don't worry, OK?
I've got my song-writing shoes on.

I wore these babies when I wrote
our first number-one hit...

and our second number-one hit.

Ooh, I am so sorry about that.
I forgot I left that there.

-What is this stuff?
-Oh, it's quick-dry spackle.

Now with "quicker quick dry."
Mmm.

-Yeah.
-Um...

I think we can help you, Nick.
Uh, just grab...

[grunting]

One, two, three!

Ooh!

All the fun stuff happens to you.

So, Nick, you think you can...
write that song today, maybe?

You know, you could write
about really anything.

-Doesn't have to be about relationships--
-Look!

It could be about animals
or trees or plants.

Joe, I appreciate the concern,

but what would be really nice is
not mentioning the new song at all.

You got it!

How about little bit of new song?

I mean, it's new song.

Oh, um, you want some more new song?

How about some Crunchy Cats cereal

with the brand-new
good-morning taste of some new song?

Can you please pass the milk?

Oh, sorry about that.
Let me get you a towel.

[siren wails]

[clanking]

[students laughing]

Where you headed?

Art class to get a chisel.

[laughing continues]

The whole school is laughing at me.

It's OK.
It's not the whole school.

[strumming guitar]

-Hey.
-The song will be done when it's done.

I'm sorry.

It's just that everybody's
been on my case all day.

Yeah, I know.
I heard about your block.

-Yeah, I got it off with a chisel.
-I meant your writer's block.

What if I really can't write again?

What if it's over for me?

Well, I'm 16. I had a good run.

It's not over.

I mean, all artists have blocks.

Besides, I brought something
I thought might help.

Ooh.

-Ta-da!
-Wow.

You like it?
Embroidered all by hand.

Don't even ask me how long it took.

-OK.
-Eleven hours!

No bathroom breaks.
And do you know why?

Because I believe in you.

Thank you.
That means a lot.

Well, come on,
aren't you gonna try it on?

-Yeah.
-I mean, I don't know,

I thought it might inspire you.

[gasps]

I am amazing.

It's awesome.

Well, that's why I make the big bucks.
[giggles]

Mention that to your dad,
because he pays me,

and I don't actually make the big bucks.

[door opens, closes]

Oh, no!

I'm coming apart at the seams.

-Stella!
-[elevator dings]

Ouch.

I can't believe
I broke Lucille Jr.'s neck.

Um, you know, Nick,

I'm always telling my friend Jules
how cute I think you are, which I do.

And she's always just like,
"Amy, ask him out." So, I am.

How about we get something to eat
or something after school?

I would love to.
Um, but I'm kinda busy today.

Oh, that's what I figured.

You probably have girls
asking you out every five minutes.

If I didn't have to write a song--

You don't have to make up
some lame excuse.

-I can handle just a plain no.
-[elevator dings]

But it...

[door shuts]

[gasps]

Oh, no, you didn't.

Stella, I am so sorry.
The jacket got caught on a nail

and the sleeve
got stuck in the elevator.

I know you can fix it, though.

Sure.

[scoffs]

So, we're good?

[rock music plays]

[strings clanging]

It's so nice in here.

Oh, the sunshine and the birds singing.

Now that I'm thinking of songs or...
or anything.

Nick, please tell me you got something.
Please, please, please.

Guys, I'm trying to write here.

[bird chirping]

That's supposed to be very lucky.

How am I supposed to wash this off?

[thunder crashes]

It's hard enough to write
after having the worst day of my life.

And you eyeballing me doesn't help.

What does make the worst day of a life?

-Let's reflect.
-Get out.

Fine. You don't have to be so mean.

[piano playing]

-Guys.
-I'm... I'm going.

We're gone.

[remote clicks]

[announcer] And now a message
from Crunchy Cats!

♪ Crunchy, crunchy
Meow, meow, meow, meow ♪

♪ Crunchy, crunchy
Meow, meow, meow, meow ♪

I've got it!

I've got the song.
I've got a new song!

I dreamt an awesome song!

-Great!
-You're my son again.

Let's hear this.

I can't remember it.

-I can't remember the song.
-[laughing]

Come on, there's...
there's only 88 keys here.

Nick, just hit one, and...
Here, how about...

[plays note]

Was that note in it?
How about this note?

-[plays note]
-Does this note ring a bell?

This note? Nick? This note?
How about one of these black ones?

-These are weird.
-Dad, Dad!

-Step away from the keyboard.
-Hold on... That's the one!

OK, I'm sorry.
Everything's good.

I'm gonna be downstairs not freaking out.

Just relaxing.
Nick, do this thing.

[wailing loudly]

Nick?

Don't worry about Dad.
He doesn't know how to chill.

I can't believe the song's gone.

It can't be gone!
We have one day.

-Go back to sleep.
-What?

Go back to bed.
Dream it again.

-I can't... I can't just dream it again.
-Come on!

♪ Say good night and goodbye
La-la-la-la-la ♪

Kevin, help me out here!

-Kevin!
-Ah!

I'm up.
I'm up.

What are we gonna do?
We need to get this song back.

I can't just dream it again.

Sure you can.
OK, one time I had this dream

about a lemur feeding me
chocolate pudding. Oh...

And, of course,
I wanted to dream it again.

Well, who wouldn't?

So, I repeated everything
exactly the same way

it happened to me all day long.
And then sure enough,

I went to sleep and boom!
I had the dream.

[sighs] That lemur was sure surprised
to see me again.

-[chuckles]
-I am not repeating this awful day.

Even if it means
you'll dream the song again?

So, you're saying Kevin had a good idea?

It was bound to happen eventually.

Thanks, bro.

OK.

I will repeat the worst day of my life
for the sake of this band.

That's more like it.
I'm proud of you.

I just wanted to get a head start.

OK, here's a list
of all the horrible things

that happened to Nick yesterday.

Now, it's our job to make sure
that they all happen again.

[splashes]

-Spackle bucket.
-Check.

You never know, it could have been

leading into the bucket,
that led into the dream,

that led you to the new song, Nick.

That's what I figured.

That's why today
I wore your favorite shoes.

Not my lucky loafers!

OK, look, I appreciate you guys doing this

to try to make the deadline,
but don't... don't go overboard, OK?

Stay on him. Wring him like
a damp washcloth if you gotta.

[gasps]

-Milk, check.
-Check.

-We covered this one last night.
-Yes, we did, but it didn't count

because it was last night,
and it was Kevin, and it was low-fat.

Don't hit me
because you didn't hit me yesterday.

[students laughing]

Hey.

I fixed the jacket.

Look, I know it was an accident,
so... try it on.

-Any luck with the song writing?
-Actually, I wrote a song

in a dream I had last night.

-Hey.
-Then I forgot it.

So, in order to have the same dream again,

I have to repeat everything
I did yesterday.

Kevin's idea?

-Yeah.
-It actually makes sense.

It was bound to happen eventually.

Well, the only thing I can remember
you did yesterday was ruin my jacket.

No! No, no, no, no! No!

I'm sorry.
It's for the band.

Stella, it's for the band.

What they said.

Look, an aardvark.

I'm not gonna fall for that one.

-But he's probably cute.
-Kevin!

I can't believe I fell for it again.

Go!

Stop!

[birds chirping]

Check.

Go!

[elevator dings]

-Boo.
-No!

No! Nobody is gonna rip this jacket.

[gasps]

Except me.

There's one more thing.

Sorry, Stell,
we have to repeat everything.

[soft chuckle]

Well, in that case...

So, we're good now?

Check.

This'll just take a sec.

[elevator dings]

[grunts]

Sorry.

I need you to ask me out again.

-What?
-Please ask me out.

You want me to ask you out?

-Please.
-OK.

Um, Nick, how about
you and I go out tonight?

-I have to say no.
-What?

-Let me explain.

Yesterday I dreamt a song,
but then I forgot what I dreamt.

So, today, I have to do
everything I did yesterday

so I can have the same dream,
so I can remember the same song.

I'm sure you can understand that.

[elevator dings]

She did not understand that.

[rock music playing]

Are you sure you broke the guitar?

[Nick] Yeah!

OK, looks like
we've covered everything on the list.

All you have to do now is go back to sleep
and dream that awesome song.

But, you know, no pressure.

Nick, don't worry if we have to
cancel the tour and the album.

You know, we can just find different jobs,
like, a stuntman or a hand model.

-Ooh.
-Not helping.

-Uh, do you want my eye mask?
-No.

-Uh, how about a foot rub?
-How about a face punch?

Looks like somebody needs a nap.

I can smell it.
It's a hit song.

It's just sizzling inside his brain.

I can't sleep with you guys staring at me.

-Sorry, Nick.
-Kevin, stop staring at him.

[announcer] We'll be right back after
this message from Crunchy Cats.

♪ Crunchy, crunchy
Meow, meow, meow, meow ♪

Oh, no.

♪ Crunchy, crunchy
Meow, meow, meow, meow ♪

What's wrong?

-That's the tune.
-What's the tune?

Crunchy Cats.

-What?
-What?

[groans]

-[plays keys]
-That's the song I wrote in my dream.

You mean, it's already on the television?
You are amazing!

I must have heard it in my sleep
and then dreamt that I wrote it.

You've got to be kidding.

-[grunts]
-No way.

I can't believe the awesome song
I thought I wrote

turns out to be "Crunchy Cats."

We're toast.

I repeated every horrible thing
that happened to me yesterday.

I did it all again,
and I got nothing.

No! Not Mr. Bumble.

Take it out on the keyboard.
It's OK.

-[hitting keys]
-No song, no album, no tour.

-That's it.
-Get madder!

Come on.

[hitting keys]

Yeah.

♪ I did it all again and I got nothing ♪

♪ I did it all again and I got nothing ♪

[music continues]

♪ I did it all again and I got nothing ♪

♪ I did it all again and I got nothing ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

Whoo-hoo!
Great song!

Oh, studio, album, back on!
[imitates g*nshots]

That was a little over the top.
Sorry.

Just been a nervous wreck all week.
[laughs]

All it took was Nick getting really angry,
and we got an awesome song.

Now, all I have to do
is apologize to Stella for the jacket

and Amy for making her ask me out twice.

-You guys with me?
-Absolutely.

-You wrote that down somewhere, right?
-Whoo!

[splashing]

[Nick] I thought maybe you guys
could dream the next song.

Good luck with the rest
of your day, gentlemen.

I love spackle!
Ahh!

[Kevin] Yeah, and it was so awesome
how much chocolate pudding there was.

And of course, it was just a dream.

Kevin's point is that
everything Nick told you

about having to repeat his day
was totally true.

Yeah, it wasn't just some lame excuse,
trying to get out of

-going on a date with you.
-Really?

The truth is,
I'd love to go out with you.

Then ask me out.

Really?

OK, um, would you like to go out with me?

I'm gonna have to say no.

[elevator dings]

But ask me again tomorrow.

-Really?
-We'll see.

-This is starting out to be a good day.
-[elevator dings]

[brothers groaning]