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Thank you.

Yes, Mr. Parsons, that's right. This
broadcast has a potential audience of

million people.

It is historic.

It's the first Cuban -American cultural
exchange in 30 years.

Yes, well, I'll see you in an hour.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Come on, let's go.

Let's go. I'm ready.

Calm down. Calm down.

I am going to be in the same place with
Mario and my best friend in

the world, Willie.

Come on, honey. Calm down. Calm down. I
don't want you to be disappointed, but

you might not get to meet Willie Colon.

I don't care. I don't care about the
meeting. Just to be in the studio, the

place with these men.

Did you do your job right?

Did you do what you were supposed to do?

Did you do what you were supposed to do?
Yes, I did, but my mind is calm, but my

body can't stop.

Stop it.

Stop it. Stop it.

I can't help it. Now, what were you
saying? I asked you, did you

do your job?

Of course I did my job.

Who is the babysitter? I found somebody
who is as comfortable in our home as

they would be in their own house.

Okay? Okay.

I'm going to fix it. I'm going to fix
the doorbell. You know why?

Because I'm a man who's dedicated to
completion.

and Don Mario.

Good afternoon, Dr. Huxtable.

Mrs.

Huxtable. Hi, Kenny.

Rudy's spending the night with Danielle
and we're on our way out. Yes, I heard.

Have a good time.

Kenny's the babysitter? Yes. Correction.

I'm your PSO.

PSO? Pediatric Security Officer.

Kenny, are your parents going to be home
in case of an emergency?

Yes, sir. Okay, now here is a list of
all the important numbers.

And this is the number where you can
reach Mrs.

Huxtable or myself at the radio station.

Okie dokie. Olivia, we're leaving.

Olivia, Kenny is going to be your
babysitter.

Dr. Huxtable.

P -S -O, P -S -O.

Olivia, this is Kenny. He is going to P
-S -O you. Wow.

We've got to G -G -G. G -G -G, get out
of here.

Go, go, go. Go, go, go.

Not late. They just rehearsed. We are
late. The band is playing. They've

started. What did you want to do? Get
here this afternoon with the trucks?

Trucks game?

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

Okay, take 15, but... Don't leave the
building.

Willie Galore.

Willie Galore. Who is this making my
wife laugh?

This is Mitch Lawson, general manager of
Continental American Radio.

How are you? Making my wife laugh.

All right.

Oh, thank you. Oh, excuse me. I have to
return a phone call. Okay.

Dr.

Huxley. Yes, sir.

You look like you're itching to get out
there. Oh, man.

Yes. You play an instrument yourself?

Oh, well, not well enough to play with
the big fellas. No, no.

What do you play?

A little of this, a little of that.

What kind of this? Well, this is mostly,
you know, I'm in the percussion field.

I'll tell you what.

How would you like to meet the legendary
Mario Bossa?

You're kidding. It could be done.

Really? Okay, but, you know, I don't
want to get in the way.

Really? Yeah.

I've only known this guy a couple of
days, but we've already got this

thing going. Mario, I've got somebody
here I'd like you to meet.

Yeah. This is Dr. Cliff Huxtable, Mrs.
Huxtable's husband.

Dr. Huxtable. It's a pleasure to meet
you. Well, sir, I love your work. You

why? Why? Because I love to work. Oh,
okay.

This is quite some day, isn't it?

I'm trying to make a history here today.

Yes, and you probably will. I hope so.
Well, if you'll excuse me. Why? Where

you going?

You ain't done nothing wrong yet.

Everybody!

Well, what is that? That's some drum.

That's bata drum.

That's a symbol from Africa for Django.

Django is the god of thunder.

Ah. And what about the one he's shaking
there?

Well, it's an old African instrument,
too. They're using it in the religion,

too. Check it. Check it. Check it. Check
it. Check it. All right.

I know what this is.

This is the cowbell.

Yeah, you're wrong.

Huh? That's the god of iron and god of
truth.

God of iron.

Yes, sir. God of truth.

That's it.

Well, all I know is I'd like to have
five of these and put them around my

children's neck.

Mr. Ball, sit down and rest.

You're doing your, let me do mine.

You're going to play?

Yes, I got to conduct my orchestra.

Thank you. Bring my vocals.

Oh, vocals?

Yes. All my vocals.

Huxley residence.

Pediatric security officer Kenny
speaking.

Oh, hi, Stanley.

Did you call for Rudy?

Well, Rudy's not available.

Why?

Rudy and I are spending a quiet evening
at home.

Alone.

Rudy, put another log in the fire.

Listen, Stanley, call as many times as
you want.

I'll be answering the phone.

Right, Ruth?

Good night, fan.

Have a safe evening.

7 .36, incoming call for Rudy.

No message.

Well, now, wasn't that a scrumptious
dinner?

You bet.

Uh -uh -uh, young lady.

You didn't finish your carrot.

You want to be a member of the Clean
Plate Club, don't you? Okay, I'll clean

plate. Uh -uh -uh, young lady.

Now finish your carrots. They have lots
of vitamins.

I'll take a chewable, then everyone's
happy.

We'll stay here all night if we have to.
But I'm full.

The old darn food trick, huh?

Yeah. I pulled that one in my day.

Maybe you've been tricking people, but
I'm really full.

I have food up to here.

I'm surprised I can talk.

Sorry, sister.

That bird won't fly in this house.

Now eat!

Give it up, man.

I put another log in the fire, dear.

Oh, Dr.

Hoxtable.

Oh, no, no, there's no fire here, sir.

Everything's just copathetic, sir.

Yeah.

Oh, we're just having a little dinner
here.

And how are things at the radio station?

What time do we go on?

Good.

to a young lady.

Clear the studio, please. Five seconds
to air.

Clear. Four. Clear.

Three. Get out of there.

Buenas noches, good evening, and welcome
to the Pan American Music Festival.

Let's stop the words and start the
music.

Merengue, salsa, bolero, cha -cha -cha!

I'll be talking to you.

Chill, man. It's just me.

Oh, I was just meditating.

Gotta stay centered.

Oh, sure. I can see that.

By the way, you've got a little carrot
in the center of your forehead.

Thanks, Theo.

No problem.

By the way, what are you doing here?

Well, I had a date in the neighborhood
and I figured I'd stop by.

Your dad called you, didn't he?

Well, Kenny, I understand that Olivia
can be a handful.

But I was even worse.

First, I blew my whistle at her.

Then I started yelling at her.

I was drunk with power.

Well, it seems to me that you were in
charge and it looks like Olivia was

calling the shots.

You're telling me?

I mean, she had me doing the cha -cha.

I just don't get it.

I mean, you work with kids.

How do you keep them in line?

Well, I certainly don't blow my whistle
at them or yell.

Although I will admit, My first day, I
tried that.

There I was in front of the class, and I
was yelling, hey, hey, sit down, chill

out, knock it off.

By the end of the day, they had me
saying, I'm going to tell.

But since then, I realized that the only
way you can lead people, young and old,

is by earning their respect.

Yeah, that's fine, but how do you get
them to eat their carrots?

you totally missed my point.

Now, if Dad were in this position, he
would tell the story of the Fugrupa

family.

Is this a long story?

Well, of course, if my dad was telling
it, yes, but you're going to get the

condensed feel version.

You see, Skinny, the Fugrupa family was
very large, and they lived in all parts

of the country.

There was Cousin Meatloaf, for grouper
it was potato

for grouper uncle spud that is there was
the big cheese of the family

cheddar for grouper and the little
cousins were red -headed carrot top kids

stay with me boy because the plot
thickens the group is right yes yes

Fugrupas got together for a reunion on a
big plateau.

That's French for plate.

The carnival was there, and they all
took turns riding the forklift into the

tunnel of yum.

Suddenly, all the fugrupas were gone
except for the carrot top kids.

The operator of the forklift, see, he
didn't want to let them into the tunnel

yum.

Pretty soon, the... Little Carrot Top
kids started to cry.

They said, oh dear, we're going to be
little orphans.

I miss my mommy and my daddy.

And Uncle Spud, too.

Is there anyone out there that can help
us?

Is there any little boy or little girl
that can lift us on a forklift

and put us into the tunnel of yum so we
can be with the rest of our family?

Don't worry, little cactop kids.

I'll save you. I'll help you.

The Fugrupo family will never separate.

Camelina, oh, where's my husband?

And there's Austin on the sofa. With his
feet on the sofa.

Come on, come on. Chill, chill, chill.

No,

your mother and I are a pair of
underwear.

What's happening, my son?

How'd everything go?

Good. Where's Kenny?

Oh, I left him home. He had a little
battle fatigue.

He had trouble getting Olivia to eat her
carrots, so I told him the Fagrupa

story, Dad.

Good one, good one.

And I also paid him for you, too.

Yeah, well, I'm proud of you.

I was assuming you were going to pay me
back.

Dad, I paid them, not stiffed them.

A Molina and pie.

All right. And, you know, I was here for
the last hour.

And a dollar.

Thank you, Dad. One second, please.

The carrot.

Thank you.

Yes, that's my cue to go home. Yes, yes.
See you later, Mom.

Goodbye, sweetheart. All right, son.
Take care. All right, be good in school,

dear. Well, thank goodness it's over and
it went well.

And I'm happy for you. You did... You
did well. I even handled my little

moment of embarrassment well.

What was that?

When you decided to sit in with the
band. Now, why did you do that? Why

you come into the booth when I was
signaling you?

Oh, was that the signal for me to come
in? I thought you were waving me to go

ahead and just start swinging and get
started.

No, that's what you wanted me to do.
Well, listen, you know, Mario Balsa and

we had a special thing going. And, you
know, the man actually said he might

me to go on the road with him. So I
said, come on in.

The man asked you to go on the road.

Well, listen, you have to understand, I
mean, it wasn't direct, but see, Mario

and I have a certain repartee.

And when you think about it, I mean,
look, my father, musician, so some of it

had to be in here, dear. Yes, but see,
honey, your father is a real musician.

He practiced his trombone eight hours a
day for 25 years. You, on the

other hand,

Well, grab anything in front of your
face and start banging on it.

Well, that's true. But see, that's
because you don't understand percussion.

It's getting late.

And that's what Mario wants.

I gave him my phone number.

Well, then you sit here by the phone,
dear.

I'm going upstairs.

Well, we have a phone upstairs.

Yeah, but you sit here.

No.

I don't want to be here by myself.