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The basket.

Hey, Scott.

I'm so glad we're hanging out today.

Another football practice?

No, I hadn't planned anything.

I understand.

I'll see you when I see you.

Ow.

That was amazing.

If I'd known a pretty girl was watching, I would've played more.

No.

- Hey, I'm Antonio. - I'm Taylor.

Wow, you can really play guitar.

It's a lot more fun when you have an audience.

- What do you say? - I guess so.

It's not like I have anything else to do.

Wow.

That was... wow.

Where'd you learn to play so well?

I have a great teacher, Ray Preston.

Ray? Wait a minute.

Whoa, you're a ghost.

Whoa, you're not.

- Antonio! - Miles, there he is.

The bow tie bandito.

I love when he calls me that.

I'm so glad you guys met. Antonio's a great guy.

I could see that.

Dad's ready for your lesson.

Taylor, thanks for letting me play for you.

Until we meet again.

So what happened to your picnic with Scott?

My what with who?

This swamp oil madame lebeauf sold me is amazing.

Not only is a great silver Polish, it's also a fantastic hair conditioner.

I can't tell which is shinier, your hair or the silverware.

- Oh, thank... - Silverware.

I also used it on the plant that was dying on the piano.

Whoa.

Louie, check this out.

Say hello to the first batch of Ray's famous beignets.

Sweet potato with marshmallow filling.

You mean Michelle's famous beignets.

- It's my family's recipe. - That I mixed and baked.

- Who's wearing the apron? - Unfortunately you, dad.

It doesn't matter who made them.

The important thing is,

Michelle's famous beignets will be the perfect money-maker

for all the foot traffic we'll get this week.

So you finally decided to advertise.

Nope, the China shop next door is having its grand opening,

and Ray's famous beignets are gonna bring in the customers.

They're orange doughnuts, people.

No one split the atom.

Mother, I need cash, and I need it fast.

Mm, looks like someone's planning something for my birthday.

Sure.

As you know, Louie and I have been saving up for that zip line to go

from my bedroom to the tree house.

I want to do it shirtless and point my toes.

That's how the kid on the box does it.

I won't let that happen.

After crunching the numbers, we're a few dollars short,

so I'm gonna need an advance on my allowance.

You know what? I can do that.

How dare you?

Do you have any idea what I'm capable of?

I mean, thank you, mommy dearest.

But in return, I need you to take the rest of the beignets

out of the oven at exactly 3:00.

I have some errands to run, and Ray has a music lesson.

This is important.

Can I trust you to be responsible?

Absolutely. You're the best, mom.

Oops.

Do you think she'll notice?

Yes.

We've got to make a new batch before mom comes back.

Here's the recipe.

- Flour. - How much?

There's no time. Sugar.

I'm uncomfortable with that nickname.

Hand me the sugar.

Vegetable oil.

There isn't any. What do we do?

- Use that swamp oil. - Is it safe?

Oil is oil. Now, pour!

Pour like the wind.

We're going to pull this off, and mom will know we're responsible.

Oh, and remind me to tell mom that Taylor broke the butcher block.

Whoa, you're destroying a kite?

What's next, yelling at a rainbow?

Maybe.

So I was hanging with Antonio today, and all he could talk about was you.

Really?

And then I said, "Taylor has a boyfriend."

- You remember Scott, right? - Barely.

I never get to see him anymore.

Taylor, we just got done with practice, and I rushed right over.

Should've taken off the cleats.

What are you doing here?

You haven't responded to any of my texts,

so I wanted to come by and apologize.

There's the Scott I know.

I know it's been tough, but until playoffs are over,

I have to focus on football.

Whenever I see you, it's a huge distraction.

- I'm a huge distraction? - Darn right.

Sorry about the locker room language.

But when I'm around you, it's really hard to think about anything else.

Now you're pouring it on a little thick.

- Shh. - What?

Shh, shh.

- I understand. - Thanks.

And I wanted to make sure you'd be at my game Friday night,

'cause you're my good luck charm.

I'll be there.

Oh, and you'll be at my gymnastics meet on Thursday, right,

because you are my good luck charm.

Oh, actually, we have practice then.

So you expect me to be at your game, but you won't come to my meet?

She makes a good point, Scott.

Well, yeah, but this is football.

That's true. It is football.

You are basically saying your football is more important than my gymnastics.

Well, I mean, you have to admit it kind of is.

Bad move, Scotty. Bad move.

I don't want to distract you any longer, so maybe you should go.

Okay, well, I'll see you.

Coach doesn't want us to get sick before the game.

Oh, Scotty.

Scotty, Scotty, Scotty.

Louie, everyone's loving our beignets.

Looks like we're in the clear.

Guess that swamp oil was tasty.

Sure is.

Tastes like zip line.

Look at that line, Ray.

Everybody's loving my beignets.

Michelle, can't we be mature and say that they're our beignets?

You can, but no one will hear you.

Everybody, enjoy Michelle's beignets!

Hey, you two.

I just wanted to thank you for holding up your part of the bargain.

I'm so grateful to have such responsible children.

Oh, mom, you're so sweet.

Now, where's my money?

You're right. You've earned this.

- We didn't burn anything. - We said "earn."

They're my beignets!

Real mature, Ray!

Five second rule. I'm gonna sell that.

I'm proud of us. We didn't panic.

We kept calm under pressure.

And that was some quick thinking using this swamp oil.

What's in this stuff anyway?

- Uh-oh. - What?

It says here, "eating swamp oil can cause sudden, uncontrollable swelling."

They put those warning signs on everything.

It's no big deal.

- Whoa. - It looks like a big deal.

I still can't believe Scott and I had our first fight.

Tay, now, I found, with relationships, that sometimes you just have

to give the other person some space.

And how many relationships have you had?

Counting Mirabelle, let's see,

that'd be...

One.

I'm so alone.

Taylor, I was hoping I'd run into you again.

Antonio, sorry, but I don't think

I'm going to be very good company right now.

I'll cheer you up.

That's sweet, but I don't think...

oh, I guess it's happening.

Wait, I feel like this would play better as a duet.

- Do you sing? - Nah.

Maybe a little.

Come on. Jump on in here.

You're, like, this professional singer.

I can't just...

Taylor, I need to tell you something.

Taylor.

Taylor.

So Scott's here.

Scott, it's not what it looks like.

It looks like you're singing to yourself.

Then it's exactly what it looks like.

I feel really bad that we had our first fight.

I'm sorry.

Okay.

That thing I said about my stuff being more important was just stupid.

- Can you please stop? - Apologizing?

No. I mean, yes.

I mean, thank you for apologizing.

It's just I've got a lot on my couch right now.

I mean plate.

Taylor, are you okay? You're acting all nervous.

Like I caught you with another guy.

Scott, does it look like I'm sitting here with another guy?

- Yes. - No.

That's right. No.

Taylor, even though it's been tough for us lately,

I feel like we have something really special.

I think we have something special too.

Antonio, we should give them some privacy.

Very well.

Sorry if we got you in any trouble.

Until next time.

Look, Scott, we're good. Don't worry about me.

You need to focus on the game right now.

You're a great girlfriend. I'll call you later.

This mess would've bothered me all day.

Oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh.

This is a big problem.

Huge, actually.

If this happens to all the customers that bought a beignet,

it could be the end of mom's bakery.

She sold, like, 100.

That's a whole lot of big butts.

Oh, no, here comes Michelle.

She can't know about this. I got to hide.

Good luck with that.

There's my big girl. So responsible.

- You are really growing up. - And out.

- Louie. - What is that?

Oh, we can explain.

What is the tip jar doing in the middle of the table?

I've never seen it so full. What a day.

All right, I'm off to the China shop to welcome our new neighbor.

- Be back in a few minutes. - Yes.

- Leaving seems like a good idea. - Have fun.

We'll be right rear.

I think I handled that pretty well, yeah.

Louie, do you know how much trouble we're gonna be in

when mom finds out about this?

A butt load.

I can do this all day.

Wait, Frankie, it's going down.

Your giant butt was only temporary.

Yes.

We're going to get away with this.

- Mom will never know. - Hey, you two.

- Have you seen Michelle? - She just left.

Oh, that's right.

She's taking some of my beignets to the China shop

and will probably claim they're hers.

What? I thought they sold out.

She put a couple aside, and she put a couple in her mouth.

- Mom ate her beignets? - No.

- Whew. - She ate Ray's beignets.

Patent pending.

Mom ate the beignets. Her butt's gonna blow up.

Frankie, we've got nothing to worry about.

She's going to a China shop. What could go wrong?

- Oh, hey, Taylor. - You got a minute?

- I'm so confused. - What's up?

Scott's my boyfriend, and he's amazing, but when Antonio and I sing together,

we really had a connection.

- What do I do? - Hmm.

Well, as your friend, I can't tell you what to do,

but when I have a tough choice to make, I always weigh the pros and cons.

- How? - I'm glad you asked.

Hello and welcome to everybody's favorite game show who should Taylor date?

I'm your host, Miles Preston.

Now, let's meet our two bachelors.

This is Scott.

He likes football, 2% milk, and saving the world.

And Antonio.

He likes music, old movies, and other people's girlfriends.

Now let's play our game.

Miles, you have them both wearing bow ties.

This is my illusion.

In my world, everyone wears bow ties.

Fine. Okay, Scott.

What is your idea of the perfect date?

That's easy. We'd order pizza.

Then we'll use the cardboard box to make a shelter for homeless squirrels.

That's sweet.

Antonio, same question.

We fly through the clouds with wings made out of love.

Impossible, but romantic. I like it.

Plus, I'd never cancel on you for some silly football game.

Oh, yeah?

Well, at least if we're on a date, we could hold hands.

You can't do that with him, because, you know, he's a ghost.

Touche, my friend, and you are boring.

Hey, keep it nice. This is a family show.

But more importantly, we have a history together, Taylor,

like the time I won you that locket

by eating the most chicken legs at the state fair.

He went to the E.R. for me.

Okay, well, we've reached that time in the show.

Who will Taylor pick?

Will it be Scott, or will it be Antonio?

I don't know.

I'm torn.

Thanks for trying, Miles.

Don't worry.

You're not going home empty-handed.

You won the home edition.

Antonio. What's up, Bud?

Oh, you're here for her.

Taylor, I'm playing at a club in ghost world tonight.

I'd love for you to come perform a duet with me.

That's nice, but I have Scott's game tonight.

Just think about it, and listen to your heart.

Taylor, don't let the rose petals blind you.

You need to think long and hard...

Miles, I need ectoplasm. I'm going to ghost world.

So I brought you a little welcome-to-the-neighborhood treat.

I was gonna bring a plate, but I figured you had plenty.

Oh, that plate is actually one of a kind.

It belonged to emperor Zhengtong of the Ming dynasty.

We'll just use our hands.

- Louie, look. - I know.

Zhengtong plates and tea cups. Very impressive.

No, mom's butt's still small.

We got to get her out of here.

Uh-oh, she's going for another one.

I'm on it.

Wow, the force is strong on this one.

No!

Young lady, where is your mother?

I'd hate to be her.

But I'm great with strange children.

Excuse us for a second.

Frankie, what was that about?

- We got to get you out of here. - Why?

What did you do?

We burned your first batch of beignets, so we made another.

And we may have used a tiny bit of swamp oil.

So... So it has an unpleasant side effect.

More like a backside effect.

What does that mean?

What is happening?

You've got a big butt, and I cannot lie.

You two are in so much trouble.

Let's go.

It was lovely meeting you.

Welcome to the neighborhood.

I'll just go get my checkbook.

I just ran 20 Miles on a treadmill

to get you my sweat, your key to ghost world.

- Now or never, right? - Yeah.

Miles, wait, I can't do this.

You sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

On the other hand, do I really want to pass up something

exciting and dangerous?

Go ahead, dump it.

No, wait.

Scott is real. Antonio is more of a fantasy.

I'm glad you finally figured that out after I ran 20 Miles.

- So can I lower the bucket? - No!

I'm going.

I'm just missing one football game.

I mean, Scott probably won't even notice.

- Oh, my. - Who am I kidding?

Scott notices everything.

He once told me I have seven different smiles.

He calls this one number three.

The bucket's getting kind of heavy.

He's so sweet.

Just because we had our first fight

doesn't mean we don't have something special.

Miles, tell Antonio I can't make it.

I'm going to see my boyfriend play football.

Oh, I guess I could save this so all my hard work

doesn't go to...

Waste.

Thanks again for coming to my game tonight.

There was never a doubt in my mind that I was going to be there.

And I wanted to do something for you.

I noticed you sitting there, singing by yourself.

Yup, all by myself.

So I thought we could sing together.

- Tom-Toms? - Bongos.

It's the most romantic instrument there is

according to the guy at the garage sale.