03x22 - Slammed

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03x22 - Slammed

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Ah, man, we ate all the bacon?

Have mine. I'm
too nervous to eat.

Mrs. Dunagan is announcing

her pick for student
teacher today,

and I really don't
want her to pick me.

I'm sorry. Am I dreaming?

Did I just hear
Nia say she doesn't

wanna get picked for something?

I'm sure she has a
very good reason.

Please have a good reason.

Well, I really wanna go
to the district poetry slam,

but student teacher can't go

because they decide
who does get to go.

Well, listen, if she picks me,

I'm definitely sending
you to that slam, bestie.

Tess, first of all...

It's not fair,

and second of all,
it's not gonna be you.

It's not gonna be you either.

I know that!

Good morning, family!

Hey, what happened
to all the bacon?

What happened to
the rest of your pants?

Pants jokes?

So unexpected.

Well, but for real, little man,

what's up with your look?

Well, if you must
know... oh, we must.

I'm interviewing for a spot
on the school newspaper.

Alexandra's the
editor, and she is tough.

So, you're done with directing?

I'm a storyteller,
whether it's written word,

an image on a
screen, or at bedtime.

Woo!

I know, right?

I know, right? I know, right?

Yeah, in spite of the fact
that we both have great taste

and have decorated
this lovely home,

Raven has set up a meeting
with an interior designer

for our new office space.

Not just any interior designer.

Miguel Harris!

I know, Rae, but why do

we need a designer at
all? We can do it ourselves.

Because, Chels,
Miguel Harris is the most

sought-after interior
designer in Chicago!

I wanna make a good impression.

Well, mom, you got this, all
right? You and aunt Chelsea

are both very accomplished,
savvy businesswomen.

Nia!

And if you switch out of those

closed-toe pumps for
some strappy stilettos,

you can go straight
from the office

to a night out on the town.

If you leave the
women's magazines

in the bathroom,
I'm gonna read 'em.

♪ Ohhh ♪

♪ Hey... Yo ♪

♪ Let me tell you somethin' ♪

♪ Had my vision all worked out ♪

♪ But then life
had other plans ♪

♪ Tell 'em, Rae ♪

♪ It's crazy when things
turn upside down ♪

♪ But ya gotta get up
and take that chance ♪

♪ Maybe I'm just finding my way
Learning how to fly

♪ Yeah, we're gonna be okay
Ya know I got you, right?

♪ It might be wild, but ya
know that we make it work ♪

♪ We're just kids caught
up in a crazy world ♪

♪ C'mon! ♪

♪ It's Raven's Home ♪
Yo!

♪ We get loud! ♪

♪ It's Raven's Home ♪

♪ It's our crowd! ♪

♪ Might be tough, but
together we make it look good ♪

♪ Down for each other
like family should ♪

♪ It's Raven's Home ♪

♪ When it's tough ♪

♪ It's Raven's Home ♪

♪ We got love ♪

♪ 'Cause no matter the weather,
ya know we gon' shine ♪

♪ There for each other,
ya know it's our time ♪

Yep! That's us.

Mm!

As you all know, principal
Kwan has selected

th grade poetry week

to implement the brand
new student teacher program!

- Yes, Tess?
- But why, though?

Well, research has shown

that when asked
to teach their peers,

students actually learn better.

So, without further ado...

Please don't be me, please
don't be me, please don't be me.

I have chosen as
your student teacher

someone with a
unique perspective

who I think we
all can learn from.

Booker Baxter-Carter!

What did I do?

You're student teacher, big guy.

Keep clapping. We have a
quiz later and I didn't study.

Rae, he's been walking
around taking notes

for like an hour!

Chels, Miguel is
an interior designer.

I am a fashion designer.

I understand his process, 'Kay?

All right, well,
I'm a life coach,

and I understand he's just
trying to get his steps in.

Yes!

, . All right!

You're welcome, heart.

Are you ready to talk
about this space, ladies?

I am so ready!

All right, so, I
think we should add

- some texture to these floors.
- I like that, I like that, I do.

And then we should do
a pop of color on this wall.

And this wall has to go.

Oh, okay...

You know what, I'll just
email you an estimate.

Yeah!

$ , !

That's crazy!

Let us think about it,
and, uh, we'll call you!

W-Wha, are you brushing me off?

Is this what
rejection feels like?

Good thing my heart is
strong. You know what?

I'm gonna go ahead
and walk this off.

Okay, all right. Bye-bye.

All right. Wow, Rae!

- What made you change your mind?
- I had a vision.

Miguel was gonna
charge us a fortune.

- Way out of our budget.
- But, we don't have a budget.

Exactly! But,
don't worry about it.

- I got an idea.
- Oh!

- We're gonna do it ourselves.
- Wow!

You mean like I've
been saying all along?

And that's why
I'm honored to join

the peanut post staff.

Oh, Levi.

Levi, Levi, Levi.

You don't just join
the peanut post.

You have to prove
you deserve to be here.

I worked my way
up from mailroom.

There's a mailroom?

Not since I
digitized everything.

Nice try, sport.

What do I need to do
to get on the paper?

A real scoop.

And I'm not just talking
strawberry ice cream.

I'm talking rocky road.

Something our readers
can really sink their teeth into!

How am I supposed to do that?

All good reporters
have a nose for a story.

You just have to...

Sniff it out. Just like I did

when I found out the
lunch lady was giving us

two fewer chicken nuggets!

That scandal went
all the way to the top.

Just doing my civic duty.

Now, it's your
turn. Go out there,

and bring me back a story.

I won't let you down, chief!

Ugh, Walter!

Why is my hot chocolate cold?

Okay, Chels, you ready?

So excited! On
the count of three.

Okay, one...

Two... oh! Almost,
almost! Three!

Wait, wait! Wait, wait, wait.

Listen, okay, are you sure about
this? Because once we start...

Okay, I know, I know. I
understand that, right?

But if we open this wall,

we'll have an open space.

And you want an open
space, don't you, Chels?

Well, yeah, but...

But nothing! Let's do this.

- It'll be therapeutic.
- Yeah, yeah.

- Okay.
- Let it out, let it out.

This is for the woman

who cut me off in
traffic this morning!

- Uh-huh!
- All right! All right!

We already put a hole
through the wall. All right.

All right, this, this!

This is for that guy
at the coffee shop

who always calls me ma'am!

- How does it feel?
- Amazing! Feels so good!

Feel so good? All
right, ready? This...

This is for all...

-The people in
the building, -yeah.

Who don't take their clothes

out of the dryer!

Yeah!

Take it out of the dryer!

And this...

This is for that guy
at the coffee shop

- who always calls me ma'am!
- Wait a second, Chels!

You al... you already said
that. You already said that.

Yeah, well, he
really ticks me off!

Oopsie!

Hey, hey! Mrs. Dunagan. Um,

- can I talk to you for a second?
- Sure, what's up?

Okay, look, um,

everybody makes mistakes.

Sometimes, my mom calls
for me when she means Nia.

So...

If you meant to call Nia's
name as student teacher...

No, Booker.

I chose you because I saw
your work with The Chi-lective.

And poetry is a great way
for you to use your rap skills.

I think you're more of a leader

than you give
yourself credit for.

So, what I'm
hearing is as a leader,

- I can give myself extra credit?
- Oh.

You're not hearing that from me!

Uh...

What are you hearing?
What's she hiding?

Nothing. She was just telling me

why she chose me
for student teacher.

Uh... okay!

What about the sock
puppet? That was weird.

Is there a scoop there?

Mrs. Dunagan is teaching
the new puppetry class.

"Carver peanuts puppetry"?

Does that sound like a story?

Not one that I would read.

Booker! I need a scoop
or I won't make the paper.

Take my number in
case you hear anything.

Levi, I have your number.

We share a room.

So, you guys are working
on your poems, huh?

Yep! Mine's a love poem...

About Mac and cheese.

Tess, you know these poems
are for the district slam, right?

Yeah. I don't
wanna go to districts.

After The Chi-lective and the
peanuts winning nationals,

I've had enough
pressure for one year.

Can't a girl just
chill for a minute?

Well, my poem's
about global warming.

That'll definitely
get me into districts.

Well, I know it's
something you care about,

so it's a good place to start.

A good place to start. Oh!

Look who's feeling himself as
student teacher all of a sudden!

Well, I talked to
Mrs. Dunagan and she thinks

I have a lot to
offer to the class.

Oh! Okay! Well,
save it for the class

because we're home now,
and I didn't ask for your advice.

Um, it's not advice.

It's a critique.

Spell critique.

Look it up. I'm off the clock.

Alexandra, it's me. I've got it.

"Student teacher learns
a lesson in sibling rivalry."

Well, I thought it was a scoop.

Fine, I'll keep digging.

Great job, Ian. What
do you think, Booker?

Well, Ian,

when I write a rap,
I like to visualize it.

Like, if I say

"my rhymes are fire,"
I picture hot things,

like, uh, poke bowls, jalapenos,

rihanno's.

I-It's like Rihanna,

- but I made it rhyme.
- See...

You see what I mean?

Very good, Booker.

Uh, you made a connection
between your world

and the poet's work.

I'm so glad I made
you student teacher.

You're a natural.

Nia, you're next.

Wake up!

How hot does it have to be?

Are you a frog in a pot,

or are you awake just like me?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Nia, I'ma have to, uh,

have to stop you right there.

Is-is this really
your best work?

Ooh!

- What do you mean?
- You can do better.

What's wrong with it?

These are just words on a page,

and some of them
just happen to rhyme.

Ooh hoo!

Mrs. Dunagan,

I don't think Booker
can be very objective.

Well, Nia, okay.

Booker, why don't you
tell Nia and the class

what you think is missing.

Yeah, book!
What's your critique?

Well... Nia, a-a real poem

comes from deep inside.

When your feelings about

something or-or
someone are so strong,

you can't just talk about them

or explain them.

You have to communicate them.

You need the emotion
and the imagery of a poem.

And if it's honest,
we won't just...

Won't just hear
your words. We will...

Feel your feelings.

That's the power of poetry.

Teaching's kinda fun.

But, if you wanna
stick to frogs in a pot,

it's on you.

Frogs in a pot.

Wow. Good idea to
paint the floor, Rae.

Now, no one has to know
it's 'cause I spilled the paint.

- Chels, it was a happy accident.
- Yeah.

Look at us.
Parenting, businessing.

We're like a, a
true dynamic duo.

Yeah.

Yeah, we're real superheroes.

Well, uh,

too bad we can't fly because...

We can't walk back
over this wet paint.

Yeah. How long does it
say for the paint to dry?

Six to eight hours.

Sixty-eight hours?

No. No, no, six to eight hours.

hours, that is nuts!

What kind of paint is this?!

That's... bet... between six...

And eight hours.

Okay. Cool.

- Okay.
- All right. That's easy.

All right.

- Hey, Rae.
- Hm?

Tell me a story.

Okay, admittedly,
frog in the pot

wasn't my best line,
but he cut me off!


There's a build, Tess!

I actually thought Booker
had some good points.

Whose side are you on?

Listen, I know you're used
to giving Booker advice, but...

What's more important?
Your pride or your poem?

What's more important?
Your Mac or your cheese?

Wow, y... you really
took it there, didn't you?

Hey, Booker!

Booker!

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

Thanks a lot!

I just got creamed by
the evil corn in "fork-Kn*fe"!

Oh, good, so you're free.

So, my sources tell me

you and Nia had it
out in class today.

No. We did not have it out.

I just gave her some
feedback on her poem.

Book, I need the exclusive.

When's it going down,
where's it going down?

Nothing is going down, Levi!

You're barking
up the wrong tree.

Yeah, I'm like a dog, all right.

A dog with a bone. Arf!

When I smell a
story, I dig it up,

gnaw on it until I get
all the meat off of it!

Did you miss lunch, Levi?

Hey, book!

Look, what happened
in class today...

I guess I was
just a little thrown

that you were
criticizing my work,

and maybe I wasn't open
enough to hear your criticism.

Nia, "I guess I was just"

and "maybe I was"

sounds like maybe
you're trying to say sorry.

Do you want this apology or not?

Look, Nia, it's okay.

You're not the only one who
was feeling insecure today.

I didn't say I was
feeling insecure.

I know, but you didn't
say you were sorry either.

Can I finish?

Look, I didn't think
I could do this.

When it comes to school, I'm
not used to people looking to me.

I'm used to them
looking past me...

To look at you.

Ugh.

I didn't even know
that you felt that way.

Okay, you were amazing today.

And, yes, it may have
bruised my ego a little bit,

but I am really,
really proud of you.

Thanks, Nia.

That means a lot
coming from you.

So, do you wanna take
a peak at my new poem?

I made a few...
"Climate changes."

Nah, nah, nah. No.

Nah, i-I'm good
on that for real.

But, um...

Look, Nia, I love you,

but if you're serious
about getting into that slam,

I still think you need
to dig a little deeper.

Okay.

I'll dig a little deeper.

Ha, ha! And they all
live happily ever after!

- The end.
- How much longer?

Seven hours and minutes.

This is so boring!

It's like watching paint dry!

Oh. I get why they say that now.

Oh, it's Garrett's lawyer.

Hello?

Yeah? Oh, yeah, yeah,
no, I got plenty of time.

Uh-huh. Oh.

Okay, I-I see.

Yeah, thanks for calling.

- Hm.
- Chels? Is everything okay?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
No, this was just.

Garrett's lawyer. He
told me that the funds

from the judge Giovanni case
against Garrett had come through

and that I could pick up
the check any time. Well,

any time after
six to eight hours.

All right, Chels,
th-that's good news.

So, how much you getting?

Oh, I think ...

Thousand dollars.

$ , ? That's crazy!

Oh... That was my vision.

- Chels, listen, listen.
- You gon'...

you gon' laugh
when you hear this.

- Yeah, you are.
- Oh, yeah? What, what?

So, I thought Miguel was
gonna charge us a fortune.

Turns out, you were
gonna get a fortune!

Oh, Chels, why
aren't you laughing?

Hey, wait! No, the floor is wet!

It's wet!

No worries.

I'll post it, it'll be
trending tomorrow.

What I'm more
concerned about is this!

Ladies, what happened?

We did.

Oopsie.

- What are you doing here, Miguel?
- Yeah.

I just wasn't happy with
the way we left things,

and so I respect
your decision...

You know what,
Miguel? The job is yours.

If you want it.

- Oh, it's his...
- listen, Rae, I'm exhausted. Okay?

I mean, we kinda painted
ourselves into a corner here...

Ha, ha. I get why
they say that now, too.

Are you free to start
tomorrow at : am?

- Ooh...
- Ah...

Perfect! My team
and I will start then.

No, I just said that we...

- Oh. Oh.
- Oh.

- Oh, you don't want us here.
- Okay.

- I see what you're doing.
- All right, I see what you did there.

- Think I'll get my steps in.
- Yeah.

The vending machine
is always out of chips?

- Stale.
- Um,

Vice Principal Firestein
turns this week.

Old.

Someone's digging
holes in the soccer field?

Oh, wait, I know
what you're gonna say.

Boring.

Get it? "Boring"
like boring holes?

That's a bit of a thinker.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't realize the
classroom was being used.

This is the peanut
post, Mrs. Dunagan.

My mistake.

Oh, hot! Hot, hot.

Hey, Alexandra,

is your hot chocolate
cold by any chance?

It's always cold.

And the teacher's hot
chocolate is always hot!

Do you smell what I smell?

It's the cinnamon from
my not hot chocolate.

No, it's a scoop!

"Teachers' lounge
hoards hot water,

students slurp cold cocoa."

I love it! Have it on my
desk by tomorrow morning.

Will do, chief!

- Oh, and Levi?
- Yeah?

I'm proud of you, kid.

The bowl is empty.

I'm full to my core.

Tomorrow for lunch,
I think I'll make more.

Corkscrew, elbow,
bow tie, fusilli.

The more that I eat,

the better I feel-y.

Booker, your thoughts?

Well, Tess, you have
successfully explored

your relationship
with Mac and cheese,

but "feel-y"?

It's an easy trap to fall into,
but I think you're pushing

the rhyme scheme
a little too hard.

I'll take it.

Excellent feedback. Nia,
would you like to go next?

Yeah.

"My brother is my other,"
by Nia Baxter-Carter.

While some walk the
paths of their lives all alone,

I started my journey
with another in tow.

Someone there when I'm high,

and there when I'm low.

Our souls are entwined
and ever shall be.

Like vines tangled as one,

we grow separately.

But together,

we're strong.

Through the wind and the rain,

we can weather a storm.

We cling through the pain.

And when the sun shines again,

as it eventually does,

we're there for each other.

We toughen with love.

Brothers and sisters

may have the same mother,

but I am never alone.

My brother is my other.

Thank you.

Our dreams and wishes

are for our kids -uh-huh.

To clean the dishes.

Their chores they do,

- without a fuss.
- Ooh ooh ooh!

We only ask once

because they listen to us.

Yeah, see... you
still gotta dig deeper.

Oh! Well, "dig deeper," he says.

I know not to whom,
I simply reply...

Boy, go to your room.

Oh, snap!
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