01x06 - I Know What You Did Last Sleepover

[bunniefuu]

Dad! Dad! Dad!


What-- ow!


Dad, we have great news.


Olive's parents are
leaving town for a week.


Which means she
should totally stay with us, right?


I don't know...


C'mon, we've had sleepovers before.


It'll just be a longer one.


With extra Olive.


It's not just a sleepover.
These are school nights.


That means doing
your homework every night.


[both in unison] Like sisters.


Going to bed at a decent hour.


[both in unison] Like sisters.


Doing chores.


[both in unison] Like sisters!


But you still haven't answered
the most important question.


Are you two prepared...
for the best week ever?


[both gasp, chanting]
Sisters! Sisters! Sisters!


[all chanting]
Sisters! Sisters! Sisters!


[theme music playing]


Like father, like daughter
We don't always agree


But looking at you
Is like looking at me


The more things change
The more they stay the same


Like father, like daughter
From different times


Taking all the best
From your decade and mine


The more things change


The more they stay the same


The more they stay the same


[doorbell rings]


Excuse me, coming through.


Official sister business.


Your sista's in the house!


Yeah, she is!


Olive, you're staying for a week,
not till college, right?


Watch out!


I've got zombies on my tail.


Mom, what are you doing?


Fighting a zombie apocalypse.


It's the coolest new A.R. game.


-[gasps] Brain-biter! Yah!
-Grandma!


Stop! You're k*lling Olive's clothes.


Oh...


Hmm, well, that's better than what I did
to the neighbor's mailbox.


All right, girls, I planned us
a bunch of fun activities.


Whaddya say we kick things off
by making friendship bracelets?


Let's rock some crafts.


-Gee, that'd be great, Dad, except--
-I get it.


Just sisters, no misters.


-Actually, we could use a mister.
-Really?


Yeah, to bring up Olive's bag.


You know, they remind me of me and Leo.
We always got along great.


And I thought I was living
in a fantasy world.


What's that supposed to mean?


Hey, Leo! Guess what?


I was skating with the Dog Boys


and they only told me to get lost once.


-Hey Max, you know what time it is?
-No.


Somewhere between late and late-thirty.


-What does that mean?
-It means you're late!


Oh, man, I'm sorry.


Max, this is becoming a habit.


What? No, it's not.


[Max on tape] Sorry I'm late.


-[fast-forward sound]
-[Max] I'm late, sorry.


-[fast-forward sound]
-[Max] Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!


Okay, okay.


But I always have a good reason.


[Max on tape]
I was skating with the Dog Boys.


-[fast-forward sound]
-[Max] Dog Boys! Dog Boys.


I can't believe you've been recording me.


Friends don't do that.


You know what friends don't do?


Promise to come over and play checkers
last night and not show up.


I played by myself.


I won, but it's not the same.


-Sorry. I got hung up with the--
-Do not say Dog Boys.


Fine, I won't.


Oh, I almost forgot,
I gotta leave five minutes early


to meet up with...
Well, the who isn't important.


You know what?


You can leave early.


In fact, you can leave
as early as you want.


-Thanks, man.
-Because you're fired.


What? You can't fire me.


I'm your best friend.


That's what makes this so hard. See ya!


-[giggling]
-[knocking at door]


-[giggling continues]
-Girls,


it gives me no pleasure to say this,
but school tomorrow.


Time for bed.


Thanks for letting Olive stay, Dad.


Today was awesome.


Yeah, my cheeks
are actually sore from smiling.


Ow.


Ow.


I can't stop smiling.


Ow.


Well, I'm just happy to see
you guys having so much fun.


Good night.


-[yawns] Boy, am I tired.
-[door closes]


-'Night!
-'Night.


I've always wanted a horse.


What?


That's my secret secret.


But I have a dilemma.


I'm scared of horses.


That is a dilemma.


Well... 'night!


'Night.


How awesome would it be
if horses could talk?


Really awesome.


In fact, we should discuss it
in the morning after a good night's sleep.


Well, 'night.




'Night.


Maybe I don't even want a horse.


I hear llamas are nice.


You know what? I just realized I, uh...


forgot to brush my teeth.


-Be right back.
-But hurry.


We have a lot to talk about.


[sports on TV, indistinct]


-Hey Dad, I need a favor.
-You name it!


I'm trying to go to sleep,
but Olive keeps talking.


And you know how I need my Z's.


Oh, yeah, if you don't get
your eight hours, you turn into a real--


So, what's the favor?


I need you to come up
and tell us to be quiet.


Why can't you tell her yourself?


It would hurt her feelings.


And I don't want to be the bad guy.


You got it, one "bad guy" comin' right up.


And I'm sorry about the air quotes.
Why am I doing this?


[Olive] Okay, horses are out.


Llama's a maybe.


I wish I could ride a cat.


[knocking on door]


Girls, I could hear you downstairs.
Please, no more talking.


Aww, c'mon, Dad.


We're having fun.


How often does Olive get to stay over?


Please?


Huh?


Uh...
Okay, just don't stay up too late.


[door closes]


So, where was I?


Right. Cats.


I just remembered, I forgot to floss.


[Sydney sighs]


[game continues on TV]


What was that about?


What was what about?


You were supposed to tell us
to stop talking.


I did, but then you said:
"Aww, c'mon, Dad!"


I was just pretending so Olive
didn't suspect it was coming from me.


Ohh... Boy, you're good.


Now come back in, do it again,
but this time, don't back down.


Got it, one better bad guy
coming right up.


Notice that time,
I did the air quotes in my head.


What is happening to me?


[Olive]
If I was a mouse, I could ride a cat.


But cats eat mice,
so could I ever really trust one?


[knocking at door]


Okay, girls, enough's enough.


Don't make me regret
letting Olive stay over.


I need you two to go to sleep. Now.


Dad, you're being really unfair.


We're having so much fun talking.


Just a little while longer.


Please?


Huh?


Okay...


No... No? No, no.


No more talking.
And this time, I really mean it.


[door closes]


Wow, we better stop talking.
Sounds like he really means it.


I know.


Well... 'night!


[whispering]
He can't hear us if we're in the same bed.


[high-pitched] Sisters!


Yeah...


Sisters.


Syd, I don't want to be late for school.


How much longer do you think you'll be?


Not much!


-Morning, Grandma Judy, can I ask you--
-Shh! Stand very still.


There's a horde of zombies
walking by us right now.


If I move, I make the last
hours of my life look ridiculous.


Okay, we're safe.


Does Syd always take an hour
in the bathroom?


Of course not! She usually takes two.


In my house, anyone who takes
more than five minutes,


gets a wet woogie.


Don't ask.


You know, Sydney's not used to sharing
a bathroom with anyone.


You might want to say something.


Oh, no, we're having too much fun.


I don't want to let a little thing
like personal hygiene get in the way.


-[fake chuckle]
-That's very mature of you.


[gasps] Brain muncher! Duck!


Oh, ha, ha! Got it.


Really?


I think a big enough cat
could handle a saddle.


Morning, Dad!


Olive, what happened to your hair?


Oh...
I, uh, never got to shower this morning.


Oh!


Was I in there too long? I'm so sorry.


No, no, no, it's totally fine.


I'll just shower after school.


Something to look forward to.


Yay...


Thanks, Olive, you're the--
is that my brand new shirt?


Oh!


You haven't worn it yet?


I'm so sorry, I-I'll go change.


No, no, no. Wear it, please.


This way, I get to enjoy looking at it.


Yay...


Huevos rancheros with extra salsa.


With extra what?




And chocolate chip smiley face pancakes
for my little pancake.


[gasps] Olive! [slow-motion] Nooooo!


Nice catch!


That was close!


Oh, no.


At least you weren't wearing
your brand-new shirt.


More salsa, please?


What are you doing home?


Why aren't you at the arcade?


You're not gonna believe it.


Leo fired me!


What did you do?


Why do you always assume
I did something wrong?


Because you have a long,
convincing history of it.


Fine, so maybe I was late once or twice.


-Okay, times.
-Twelve times?


I know, right?


I've been late to algebra
way more than that.


Oh, no, you're gonna be
living here forever.


The point is, friends don't fire friends.


It's a jerk move.


Oh, there's a jerk
in this story, all right.


And it isn't Leo.


Are you saying I'm partially to blame?


No, I'm saying you're entirely to blame.


You owe Leo an apology.


But I wouldn't even know what to say.


Do I have to draw you a picture?


That would make it way easier.


[four notes sound]


You practice like this all the time, huh?


Every day!


The only way to get better
is to do it over and over.


Guess that's why I've read the same page
in my history book.


Over and over.


Whatever helps you study.


[bass sound]


Well, I am loving this concert,
but sadly I'm thirsty.


Don't worry, I'll still be playing
when you get back.


Wonderful!


[bass sound]


Hey, Olive, what's up?


I was hoping you could do me a favor.


I'm trying to do my homework,


but Sydney's playing
her bass really loud, and I--


You don't want to be the bad guy.


-Exactly!
-I'm on it.


-[knocking at door]
-[bass sound]


Syd, you're playing your bass too loud.


It looks like Olive's trying to do
her homework. So, turn it down.


Oh, it doesn't bother me.


Her playing's so awesome.


Let her do it for a little while longer.


Please?


Huh?


No. Right?


Yes-- no, no.
Syd, use your headphones.


Okay, okay!


Wow.


He sounds like he's really serious
about you using your headphones.


Oh, he is.


Luckily, I have an extra pair!


[bass sound on headphones]


[sighs] Hey, Leo.


Max...


Hey! It's four o'clock.


If you worked here,
you'd actually be on time.


How ironic.


Listen, I was thinking about
what happened yesterday.


Things were said, mistakes were made.


-I guess what I'm trying to say is...
-Hey, Leo, I just finished inventory.


We're missing tickets,
and a wind-up walking eyeball.


What? You replaced me?


Bucky, this is Max.


He worked here some time ago.


It was yesterday!


So, any tips for a rookie?


Yeah... Don't get too cozy, kid.


This guy's got no loyalty.


I'm gonna go hang
with my real friends, the Dog Boys.


Sorry you had to see that, Bucky.


Hey, Syd, how's it going?


You and Olive doin' okay?


No.


I'm seeing a side of Olive
I've never seen before.


Can you believe she has to have absolute,
total silence to study?


Well, I kind of like it quiet when I--


But, you're right,
you're not livin' in a library.


Did you know that Olive and I
had this dream


that after college,
we'd share an apartment in New York?


How can we be roommates?


After this week,
it's not even fun being friends.


Whoa, whoa, whoa, pump the brakes.


You guys have been spending
a lot of time together.


Let's change things up a bit.


What'd you say we have
a game night tonight?


-I don't know, Dad.
-Come on! There'll be four of us.


Ooh, we can finally have teams.


Okay.


I call Grandma!


-What about me?
-Dad.


Wow, you lose games in a row
and suddenly you're a loser.


Wow, you got so bored
you cleaned your room?


If I took away TV,
would you patch the roof?


Please don't take away the TV.


It's the only friend I have left.


Hey, maybe you could
go skating with those... dog people.


Mom, it's Dog Boys.


Besides, it's raining, nobody's skating.


So, why don't you invite them over?


They're not "come over" kind of friends.


What's all that?


It's junk what's-his-name left here.


What should I do with it?


-Have Leo come and pick it up.
-Fine.


But I'm not talking to that person
whose name I won't say.




-Who?
-Leo-- Gah!


-Somebody who sews clothes.
-A tailor.


Somebody who runs fast.


Uh... speedy.


Runner. Sprint!
Taylor Sprint! It's Taylor Sprint!


[phone dings]


Taylor Sprint?


Huh...
Oh, yes, I have all of her albums.


Do you live in a cave?


Oh, sorry, Mr. Reynolds.


Okay, let's see, you guys got... one.


And that's only because
I'm counting "Kathy" Perry.


Okay, let's do this, Grandma.


-The Rock.
-Dwayne Johnson.


Yes.
Uh, has a haircut named after him.


-Oh! Uh--
- This is the distraction song


Distraction song, distraction song!


This is the distraction song


It makes it hard to think


Olive, what are you doing?


Distracting you.
Didn't you hear the song?


-[phone dings]
-[Sydney sighs]


Olive, that's not part of the game.


Hm, at my house, we play defense.


It's fun.


I can see how some people
might think it's fun.


Not me, but some people.


Well, some people think some people
should just say what they really mean.


Then I'm saying it'd be nice
if you didn't do things without asking.


Like adding rules to the game
or borrowing my brand-new shirt.


Oh, so it did bother you.


Well, let me tell you what bothers me.


Someone who takes an hour
brushing each tooth!


-Girls--
-You said that was fine!


-I lied!
-I lied, too.


I lied awake all night
because you were talking my ear off!


Come on, squad, let's chill.


Talking your ear off?
What about playing my ear off?


[imitating bass sound]


You know what? Forget New York.


Don't worry, I have.


Why? Because you can't bring a llama?


There are over domesticated llamas
in New York!


Who cares? We're not going!
I'm done here.


I was already done.


I just kept arguing because I'm a guest.


Grandma, I'm sleeping in your room.


-That means I'm sleeping in your room.
-That means I'm sleeping on the couch.


Olive's parents are gonna be here
to pick her up, where is she?


Upstairs.


Probably doing something I hate,
or hating something I do.


Okay, so you have some differences.


That doesn't mean
you can't be best friends.


Like the classic combo,
grilled cheese and tomato soup.


One is crunchy and cheesy.


And the other...


is soup.


Dad, I appreciate you trying to help,
but it's not gonna work.


Not after the things Olive said about me.


All I know is, if you let Olive
walk out that front door


without talking to her,
you're gonna regret it.


I can't believe those mean things
Syd said about me.


I'm Olive. I'm delightful!


I know you're hurting.


And I'm hurting, too.


I think I pulled
a hammy stomping a zombie.


But I'm afraid,


if you don't talk it out with Sydney
before you leave,


your friendship may never be the same.


-Hey, Leo.
-Hello, Mrs. Reynolds.


-I came for my things.
-Max!


I hope this won't affect our friendship.


Of course not.
Maybe you could drop by for cookies.


In time. It's too soon.


Mom, why didn't you
just give Leo his stuff?


-It's right there.
-Huh.


Bye.


I think that's everything.


I assume my singing trout's in here?


It's under the fart machine.


Wait... the model car?


That's yours.


No, you painted it,
so you should have it.


But you put on the flame decals.


[chuckles] Your fingers
were glued together for three days.


We made a good team.


A very good team.


[sighs]


Look, Leo,


I'm really sorry.


I've been a total jerk.


Yeah, well, I'm sorry too.
I shouldn't have fired you.


I was just upset
you were hanging with the Dog Boys.


Dude, forget them.


You and I have been tight


since I pushed you off
the slide in kindergarten.


We just clicked.


We still click.


Hey!


You wanna go hide under my mom's bed
with the fart machine?


You read my mind.


Hope it still works.


If it doesn't,
we might have to go old school.


Come on, Sydney!


Olive's parents are almost here!
Come say goodbye!


-So...
-So...


So...


Guess I'll see you at school tomorrow.


Guess so.




[car horn honks]


Guess that's your parents.


Guess so.


-Wait!
-Yeah?


Uh...
Did you remember your toothbrush?


Oh.


Yeah, all three of them.


Well, I'm gonna go now.


-I need to say something.
-What?


I, uh--


I like your coffee table.


Oh... yeah.


It's nice.


Never really noticed it before.


Very solid.


-Dependable.
-Kind...


I'd miss it if it wasn't here.


[car horn honks]


Okay.


I'm gonna go.


I'm walking... Walking... Still walking...


Opening the front door...


Opening... Still opening...


Going outside...


-I'm sorry.
-Did you say something?


I said I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.


I'm so, so sorry, too.


And I don't care how different we are.


You're my best friend
and I never want that to change.


Me, too.


And I lied about not going to New York.
I want to go.


I don't need a llama.


No, let's go somewhere
where llamas are accepted, like Peru.


I heard it's the New York
of South America.


It doesn't matter,
as long as you're there.


Dad, we're moving to Peru.


Fine, as long as you're
at school tomorrow.


[car horn honks]


[sighs] Oh, man,
I can't believe you have to go now.


I wish we could have a do-over.


Well, maybe you can.


What are you talking about?


Olive's parents texted this morning.
Their flight got canceled.


They won't be home till tomorrow.


What? You tricked us?
That was so mean!


Thanks, Dad.


Yes! Now we have the whole day together.


Wait. If Olive's parents aren't here,
then who's honking?


I thought you two would never make up.


I was starting to get some nasty looks
from the neighbors.


Come on.
Let's go look up stuff about Peru.


[both in unison] Sisters!


Okay. She's a pop star.


She's really tiny
and she has a really big ponytail.


Ooh-ooh, I know this one,
I know this one.


A-- Ariana, Ariana.


Her last name is a drink size.


Okay, uh... short...


tall... medium...


This is the distraction song


Distraction song, distraction song


This is the distraction song


It makes it hard to think


Wow, that is really distracting.


-[phone dings]
-Venti! I got it! Ariana Venti!


Oh!


[man] Oh, yeah!