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[music]

All right, everyone.

It's time to face the music.

[laughs]

Your assignment this week was

to score a scene
from a sports movie.

I still don't know
why it had to be a sports movie.

Because those are the films
that move us to our core.

I especially love boxing films.

That's why I made
my short movie, The South Paw.

[barking]

We watched that movie.

Remember? It moved me--

to walk out.

All right, everyone.
Have a lovely afternoon.

Remember to turn in
your assignments.

They are a huge part
of your grade.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

Dylan, not so fast.

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

Where is your assignment?

A boxer ate it?

Boxer?

As in a dog or a person?

Which would you believe more?

Neither. But I do believe

I'll have to give you
an F for a grade.

Come on, Mr. Elliot.

I'm sorry, Dylan.
You're leaving me no choice.

I really tried to do it.

You know I take music class
and my grades very seriously.

But something just
as important came up.

Is that so?
And what might that be?

I was training someone.

-Boxing training.
-Do tell.

Yeah. A student came to me
because he was down on his luck.

And no one believed in him.

Just like my protagonist

in my short film, Roy Bones Jr.

Yeah.

Exactly.

I've been trying to get
his skills up

so he can join
the school's boxing team.

That is a noble gesture indeed,
Dylan.

Very well. We may be able
to make an arrangement.

But I need to see
your fighter first.

If he's as good as you claim,

I will give you that extension.

[giggles]

Of course he's good.

You haven't heard?
I'm great at everything I do.

Oh, I've not only heard.

I've seen your doing
your homework skills

and it is not pretty.

Let's hope that your fighter
is better than that.

Otherwise, you'll both be KO'd!

[laughs]

I'm so good at that.

[sighing]

♪ From the Chi down in ATL♪

♪ Family living well♪

♪ Uncles Myles
ain't understand my style♪

♪ Had to show and tell♪

♪ Auntie Yaz said
I'm good at math♪

♪ I should never fail♪

♪ And Cousin Becca,
she a stepper♪

♪ Charlie rolling with the kid♪

♪ Yeah, ah [Who?]♪

♪ You gon' love Young Dylan♪

♪ Yeah, ah [Who?]♪

♪ Who gon' love Young Dylan?♪

♪ Yeah, ah [Who?]♪

♪ Who gon' love Young Dylan?♪

♪ Yeah, ah [Who?]♪

♪ You gon' love Young Dylan♪

♪ Yeah, ah [Who?]♪

♪ Who gon' love Young Dylan?♪

♪ Yeah, ah [Who?]♪

♪ You gon' love Young Dylan♪

Okay, this is just a yurt.

Where are the beams?

Myles Wilson.

Someone took
five apples off our new trees.

You count the apples
on the tree?

Yes.

And it's a good thing I do.

I bet it was Mr. Anderson.

He's always looking
at our apple trees.

[imitating Mr. Anderson] I wish
I had an apple tree like that.

Let's go over there.

Somebody's stealing our apples?

Is it Mr. Anderson?

Probably.

You don't have any proof
it was him.

Do you have proof
that it wasn'thim?

We do not.

Okay, well,
we're gonna need cameras

to catch him red-handed.

Red as an apple.

I see what you did there
and I like it.

And we need proof
so we can stick it to him.

Who are you?

Let's cover every angle
with our cameras.

Oh, we should have booby traps
to cover him in paint

when he goes for the apples.

Okay, wait a minute.

Cameras, booby traps,

don't you have
some schoolwork to do?

Straight-A students do
their work ahead of time.

What if we dig a pit

with snakes waiting
for him when he falls in?

Terrifying. I love it.

We should write all this down.

Who did I marry?

And what has she given birth to?

[music]

Charlie,
how's your boxing skills?

Not great.

But my unboxing videos are
taking off.

According to @charliesmom33,

I can open a box...

like a boss.

Look, I told Mr. Elliot
I didn't do my assignment

because I was training someone

to join
the school's boxing team.

So how about you let me
train you

and turn you into a great,

or at least good-ish boxer?

Sorry, cuz.

These hands were made to cook,

not throw hooks.

If I don't find someone,

I'm gonna get a bad grade
in music class.

[dramatic gasp]

A bad grade in music?

You?

That's like Steph Curry getting
a bad grade in basketball.

I already asked everyone
in school and got shot down.

I need a young, scrappy underdog
to mold into a boxer.

Oh, that's just like
a Mr. Elliott's movie.

Where the Chihuahua
had to prove he had what it took

to get in the ring
with with Manny Paw-cquiao.

Stop making me
relive that movie.

Dylan, please tell me

that you did your music
assignment and handed it in.

Uh, yes and no.

-But more no than yes.
-Dylan!

I've been working on more beats
for our artist, By Storm.

He's in the middle
of that rap battle

with Da Word Doc.

They fight harder
than you and Dad

over the last slice of cobbler.

Woah,
Uncle Myles only won last time

because he threw whipped cream
in my eyes.

Dylan!

I have a plan that will
still buy me time

to get a good grade
on the assignment.

I really hope so.

I should have just started
that alpaca farm

instead of this label.

Man, I'm so desperate.

I'll take anyone to train.

They don't have to have
any coordination

or any athletic ability.

That sounds a lot like Booder.

Oh wow! I forgot about Booder.

I guess he's my only hope.

Man, the fate of my grades

rests on a guy
who chips when he yawns.

[music]

Booder, I was hoping to see you.

Really? You have
that five dollars you owe me?

No, but I have something better.

Free training so you can join
the school's boxing team.

Pass. I'm a man of science.

Oh, but I will take
that five dollars you owe me.

Hold on.

You're always reading
those sci-fi novels.

How about instead
of reading about heroes,

you become one?

Me? Really?

Seriously, it's time
you have your own adventures.

Just imagine a crowd of people

chanting your name
as you step into the ring.

It's cameras everywhere.

They love your face.

And they are chanting,
Booder, Booder,

Booder, Booder, Booder, Booder.

I've always wanted to hear
a crowd of people chant my name.

-So who's gonna train me?
-Me.

Is that five dollars
still on the table?

It was never on the table.

But come on, just trust me.

Back when I was in Chicago,

I used to train
with a bunch of dudes

who were all city champs.

They taught me
everything I know.

-Really?
-Yeah.

I could have been a champ too,

but I decided to save
this pretty face for rapping.

[sighing]

[music]

Did you guys see this?

Somehow Mr. Anderson set off
all the booby traps,

but didn't get caught.

And he stole more apples.

Is he on the cameras?

If it is, Mr. Anderson.

No, the footage is fuzzy

and Mr. Anderson's face
is too blurry.

He looks like Bigfoot.

Oh yeah, the sprinklers went off
last night.

Must have got the cameras wet.

We have to catch Mr. Anderson
before all our apples are gone.

Or catch whoeverit is.

Why are you defending him?

Did he get to you?

Are you a spy?

Why would I spy for him?

That's justwhat a spy
would say.

Baby, really?

We should go old school.

Dad should disguise himself
as a bush

and pounce
when Mr. Anderson shows up.

-Yes.
-Hey, wait. No, no, wait.

Why would I be a bush,

and hang out in the cold
all night?

To prove
that you're not in cahoots

with Mr. Anderson.

Okay, okay, fine. Yeah, yeah.

Whatever it takes
to end this conspiracy theory.

[Yasmine] Don't even think
about it, Myles.

Dang cameras.

[music]

Come on, Booder. You got it.

[Booder breathing heavily]

Well, the bad news is
you got slower.

What's the good news?

You didn't forget
my water bottle this time.

That's enough stamina training.

Let's move on to agility
training.

If you can move out
of the way of a punch,

then you won't get hurt.

I like the idea
of not getting hurt.

Great. Stand over there.

Okay,

Okay. What now?

Now, I throw these tennis balls
at you.

You're going to what?

You're supposed to move out
of the way.

I thought I did.

Oh, no.

Come on, Booder.
You have to move.

If you don't want to get hit,

you got to get out of the way,
Booder.

Move, move.

Move, Booder, move.

Move.

Maybe we should move
on to footwork.

Wait.

Are you gonna drop something
on my feet?

Not anymore.

Clean this up.

I need you to try
and catch this car.

If I do, can I take it home
to play with it?

Sure.

Come on, Booder.
It ain't going to be that easy.

Come on. Get it, Booder.

Get it, Booder. Come on.

Work. Work.

Work. Come on, Booder.

Uh-oh.

I did it.

Don't worry. I'll bring it back.

I'm taking you home.

You're looking real,
real good, Booder.

Thanks.

He's looking real, real bad,
Dylan.

[Dylan] I know.

Now Mr. Elliott's gonna give me
a bad grade,

and I'm gonna lose my studio.

Things are really bad, Chuck.

Tell me about it.

You gave Booder
my remote-controlled car.

[music]

[music]

Come on, you see something.

Come on!

What are you...

[bell dings]

Booder, you're supposed to try
and hit Charlie.

That's the point of boxing.

Come on, man. Get in there.

[bell dings]

Come on, Booder.

Come on.

Whoa!

That's one way of a knockdown.

I guess you're
sort of getting better.

Better than yesterday?
That's good,

'cause I was thinking
about quitting.

At least I'd be undefeated.

Quit?

No, you can't quit.

You're too good to quit.

Really? You think so?

Would I steer you the wrong way?

Let me answer that for you.
No, I would not.

Well, you would know.

You have all that experience
from your Chicago days.

Exactly.

You got what it takes
to make the boxing team,

and everyone will see
that you're a top-notch boxer.

Wow.

You don't know
how much that means.

I feel confident.

Almost too confident.

Is this how you feel
all the time?

I can confidently say, yes.

[Booder] Oh.

That's my mom. Gotta go.

I'll show him out.

His mom's a fan
of my unboxing videos,

so I should say hi.

[door closes]

[Myles] Hey!

[Dylan screams]

It's me.

Uncle Myles, you scared me.

Yeah.

Why do you look
like Groot's little brother?

I'm trying this thing out.

Eh, just go with it.

So what's going on over here
with Booder?

I'm trying to help him make
the school's boxing team,

but he's not that good,

and I don't know
how to make him better.

Right, right, yeah.

I know Booder does not seem
like the boxing type.

I know, right?

But how impressive would it be

if I could actually get him
there?

Right, yeah,
but why are youtraining him?

Uh, um...

-Words.
-See...

They form sentences.

I, uh...

Whatever! Hold that thought.

I gotta go to the bathroom,

and this is gonna take me
forever to get out of.

[music]

[Rebecca] Dylan,

your big plan to keep yourself
from getting banned

from the studio
is training Booder to box?

What? She asked if I knew.

Becs, it's a solid plan.

Booder's actually improving.

Once Mr. Elliott sees
he has some skills,

I'll get the extension,

hand my assignment in,
and get the A.

You seriously think
this'll work?

It's the Young Dylan original.

What's the worst
that could happen?

Henry Higgins,

I challenge you for the title
of Best Boxer in the School.

Does that answer your question?

Booder.

What are you doing?

You told me I'm a great boxer,

and I wanna prove it
to everyone.

I don't think I said
the word great.

Thanks to you,
I'm confident and great.

That's right, Henry.

I'm coming for you,

and there's nothing you can do--

Booder, this is a bad idea.

Let's train you up some more

for Mr. Elliott.

You mean for the boxing club?

Yeah! That, too.

You know, Dylan,

I've never been the best
at anything.

Unless you count
my knowledge of seagulls.

Dylan!

I had no idea Booder was
your boxing student.

Yup. I'm challenging Henry
to a match to prove

I'm the best boxer
in the school.

Amazing.

Well, I certainly look forward
to seeing that.

Well, try not to blink,

or you might miss
my knockout punch.

Left hook.

Booder, that's an uppercut.

Oh.

Booder. Booder. Booder.

[music]

[music]

Booder, I don't think
you should do this.

What?

I've never been this excited
about anything

that wasn't Shakespeare
or seagulls.

I really think
I can take this guy,

and it's because of you.

Is that supposed to be my head?

[crowd cheering]

Nice knowing you, Booder.

[bell dings]

[crowd cheering]

[music]

[Crowd] Ooh.

The tennis ball training
really worked.

[music]

[Crowd] Ooh.

[Booder groans]

Booder!
I need to tell you something.

Not now. After the fight.

[music]

[crowd laughing]

[Crowd] Ooh.

[Booder groaning]

Listen, Booder.

I tricked you into thinking
you were a good boxer

so I could get an extension
in music class

so I wouldn't fail.

I'm so sorry, Booder.

You what?

Mr. Elliot is a boxing fan,

so I said I was busy training

a boxer as an excuse.

I needed you to prove it.

Wait, so I'm not a great boxer?

No! You're the complete opposite
of a great boxer.

I thought we were friends.

You're one of my best friends,
Booder.

That's why
I can't let you do this.

Henry would knock you
so far back in time,

you'll meet Shakespeare.

Yeah, but if I don't box him,

Mr. Elliot won't give you
an extension.

That's my problem, not yours.

So what do we do?

You know your boy
always has a plan.

[bell dings]

Run! Come on!

[crowd booing]

Hey!

I was just on my way
to the match.

Sorry, Mr. Elliot,
the fight's off.

Oh, Booder,

I was afraid
you'd be backing out.

I guess it was all hype.

I'm so disappointed.

No, it's not Booder. It's me.

I need to come clean.

When I found out
you loved boxing,

I lied about training someone,

hoping I'd get an extension.

[dramatic gasp]

Gasp!

I was too busy making beats
for my artist

who's in the rap battle
with the rapper Da Word Doc.

So I didn't have time.

-That's the truth.
-A rap battle?

Well, that's pretty much
a boxing match with words.

Actually, yeah. Check it out.

[hip hop beats]

[shouting] So you made
the beats for this song?

-Yeah.
-Impressive.

So does that mean

you'll still give me
that extension?

Maybe.

But what you turn in

needs to be as fire
as what I just heard.

Did I sound cool saying that?

You did.

Like you would know.

Excellent.
Now, let me hear some more

of this intriguing
word-sparring music.

Well, that wasn't as cool.
But hey, I can train you.

[hip hop beats]

[hip hop beats]

[music]

[music]

Ha! Caught you now,
Mr. Anderson.

Yeah.

Now let's see
who the thief really is.

Yep. Yep.

Oh, help. Help me.

-What's going on?
-Got you now.

-[Myles] I got you now.
-Oh, my goodness.

[Myles] Got you...Wait a minute.

[Viola] Oh, my goodness.
What is going on?

-Mom.
-[Viola] What?

Grandma?

Oh, hey, baby.

What are you doing?

What do you mean
what am I doing?

What are y'all doing dressed
like the bushes?

We needed to find out
who's been stealing our apples.

Oh, ain't nobody stealing
no apples.

I'm baking pies
for my church bake sale.

They're crisper
when you pick 'em at night.

Crisper at night?

Mom, you could have just asked.

Ask? I don't need to ask.
I brought you into this world.

Everything you own is mine.
You are mine.

You can have her.

That is mine. Right over there.

This is our baby right here.
Excuse me, honey.

This is mine.

I'm taking
that with me when I go.

The table's mine.
Them curtains hanging in there.

I know I loaned
this right here to you.

I'm taking it with me.

Everything you got is mine.

Thank you. I don't have to ask.

[Yasmine] [sighs] It was
your mama.

And you thought it was me.

See? And you thought it was me.

Y'all owe me an apology.

Right now. Apologize.

Sorry, Dad.

Sorry. Sorry, Myles.

I thought it was you.

I apologize, Dad.

I apologize, Myles.

I can't believe
I thought you were a thief.

[music]

[music]

[Nickelodeon theme]