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Tobie: Welcome to Just Roll With It!

(audience cheering)

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♪ Na‐na‐na‐na na‐na‐na‐na‐na ♪

All: Just Roll With It!

(audience cheering)

♪ Na‐na‐na‐na na‐na‐na‐na‐na ♪

(audience cheering)

Tobie: Woo! Woo! Woo!

Welcome to Just Roll With It!

(audience cheering)

The only show where you can win household appliances

if you guess the correct prices!

(cheering)

(Ramon laughing)

No, that's a different show.

On this show, when the audience hears this sound‐‐

‐(foghorn blasts) ‐Santa: Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!

Yes, yes!

They vote on which mediocre singer gets a record deal!

(audience cheering)

Nice try.

It's a show where they get vote on what happens to us in scenes.

What?

Mom, you signed the wrong contract!

Well, whatever contract she signed, we'll have to...

All: Just roll with it!

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Tobie: Let's start the show!

♪ ♪

We are back with our Beatz 101 Christmas spectacular.

Okay caller, what would you like from Gator Claus this year?

Boy (on phone): Well, this is more for my dad,

but I want my uncle to stop living at my grandma's house.

He's 37 years old, and my dad says

he's just mooching off Grandma and not paying any rent

even though he has his big, dumb boat in her yard.

Is this Jerry?

I knew I recognized that snot‐nose voice!

You tell your dad I do plenty around the house!

Caller's Dad: Give me the phone, Jerry.

Gator, she's still paying your phone bill!

It's a family plan, Jason!

A family plan!

Okay! That's all the time we have today!

But I do want to go ahead and wish everyone

a very Happy Holidays from all of us here at Beatz 101.

(festively): ♪ Byron and Gator in the morning ♪

Gator, what was that? How many times have I told you

not to yell at listeners on the air?

He's not a listener! He's my brother.

How many times have I told you

not to yell at your brother on the air?

A lot.

The radio station's new owner is coming today,

and I want everything to be perfect.

You're the best station manager in Ohio,

and he's lucky to have you.

Thank you. That's very sweet.

I'm just very particular about how I run things.

I hope he doesn't get here

and start trying to change everything.

Sir Liam Gooch: Hello? I'm the new boss!

I just got here and I would like to change everything.

Rachel: I'm so sorry, I didn't hear you come in.

No one ever hears me come in.

Sir Liam Gooch.

Founder and CEO of GoochCorp International.

I believe I now own this building and everything in it.

Ah...

Oops.

It's okay, I own that.

Okay, Sir Liam Gooch. I'm Rachel Bennett‐Blatt.

I'm the station manager of Beatz 101.

And I'm Byron Blatt. I'm the morning DJ.

‐I'm Blair. ‐And I'm Owen.

Funny...

Didn't realize children came with this station.

Um, well, no bother, we will make do.

Say, how would you kids like to test out

new experimental rocket ships?

We prefer the children not test out

new experimental rocket ships.

Well, no bother, I'm sure I can

think of something else for you to do.

‐(foghorn blasts) ‐Santa: Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!

(audience cheering)

Announcer: Okay, audience!

You see your choices: one, two, or three.

You decide what the kids have to do for Mr. Gooch.

No! We're gonna get it!

(JC and Tobie laughing)

Announcer: Okay, that's it. Votes are in!

All right, so we're gonna go back to the scene.

Sir Gooch is gonna have a new line.

Announcer: And let's go back to the scene.

(audience cheering)

Stage Manager: Action!

Eureka!

You could work as test kids

for the GoochCorp laundry business.

‐(audience cheering) ‐Owen: Okay.

Sir Gooch: But first you're gonna have to pass my test,

which I call the Human Washing Machine!

(audience cheering)

How did you fit this in the elevator?

Sir Gooch: You see, when you have a lot of money,

you get to buy weird stuff like this.

I don't remember ever expressing interest

in having a job.

If it's laundry day, we need some laundry.

Whup, coming in!

‐(audience applauding) ‐Ah, there we go.

Please tell me this underwear is supposed to be striped.

Now, start scrubbing!

Blair (laughing): Whoa!

Owen: Okay, I'm getting‐‐

Oh, now we're getting some steam.

Now we're getting some bubbles.

(Blair and Owen shrieking)

(audience cheering)

I'm just trying to pretend it's just a spa.

It's not like I'm in a floor bath!

So, I think we need to go up to spin cycle.

‐Let's have some more action here. ‐Spin what?

Spin cycle?

‐(audience cheering) ‐Sir Gooch: Oh, there we go!

That is... healthy.

How did it get dirty?

Blair: I hate having a job. No surprise there!

All right, I think that's about it for the laundry.

‐Good job! ‐(audience cheering)

I have some questions about your clothing,

‐because that water is filthy now. ‐It's just disgusting.

You guys did a terrible job!

Drat, I wish there were more talented kids at this station.

Oh, actually those are our kids. We're married.

Mr. Gooch‐‐

I read that you're actually 400 years old

and you just transplant your brain into younger bodies,

like some sort of corrupt billionaire vampire.

Sorry about Blair.

I kept my cell phone on my belly a lot when I was pregnant.

‐Rachel. ‐Yes?

Uh, I was able to peruse the station's financial records

on the flight over, and I have to say,

you've done a bang‐up job.

See? What did I tell you?

She's a programming genius.

You're not gonna believe this, but, before you arrived,

Rachel was all nervous that you were gonna fire her or something.

(laughing): Oh, no! Of course not!

Well, that is certainly a relief to hear,

but you were saying earlier you wanted to change some things?

Oh yes, well, we don't need any of the DJs anymore.

‐Come again now? ‐Well, nowadays all that can be done by computers.

So, Rachel, if you would tell all the DJs they're fired,

that would be swell.

Well, I gotta jump on a teleconference call

with the president of Egypt.

I'm trying to buy one of the Great Pyramids.

See, I have this fantastic idea

of turning it into a parking structure

for people trying to visit the other two remaining pyramids.

Merry Christmas to everyone!

(muttering): Merry Christmas.

Did he just fire me?

He just fired all my DJs.

Man, that is super weak.

Good thing I'm just a sidekick.

Sidekicks are DJs too.

Oh, no! I got fired on Christmas!

I'm sad and now I have to run away,

'cause I don't want you to see me cry.

(audience cheering)

♪ ♪

That was super fun.

I'm so dizzy!

♪ ♪

Hey, Dad!

Wanna help me put ornaments on the tree?

Not feeling it right now, buddy.

Are you just gonna sit there

and suck mustard out of a bottle all night?

I don't know. Maybe.

Rachel: It's not right!

I can't believe he fired you the week of Christmas!

He just flew into town today!

He has no idea how our station works

or how important you are to our listeners!

Rachel, honey. I appreciate your support.

But please, promise me you'll wait until you calm down a little

before you talk to him about this.

Oh, I wasn't going to say anything to him.

Are you kidding? He's my boss.

I'm lucky I didn't get fired back there.

I'm going to go up to my room for a bit.

Let me know if anyone comes by offering any DJ jobs.

Is he drinking mustard again?

Oh boy, here we go.

Cool! Now that Byron's out of here,

that means I can watch whatever I want!

Blair, aren't you worried about Dad?

It's fine, there's more mustard in the garage.

No! He just got fired today!

I hate seeing him like this.

I know. It's not a good look.

We need to get Sir Liam Gooch to give him his job back.

Owen, there's only one way to get old rich guys

to change their mind about firing somebody on Christmas.

Well, what is it? I'll do it! I'll do anything!

Well, then grab some bed sheets,

your video projector, and call Gator.

Because Mama's gonna need some backup.

Oh boy, here we go.

♪ ♪

(sniffs, sighs)

Perfect. If there's one thing I know about humans,

it's that they're at their most vulnerable when asleep.

Now is when we strike.

Blair, this is breaking and entering!

Sure, I've broken things before and I've entered tons of places,

but never at the same time!

If Santa can break into people's homes...

so can we.

Exactly.

Now, get that video projector ready.

We got a billionaire to take hostage.

What?! I thought we were just scaring him.

Eh, we'll see where the night goes.

‐Blair: Behold! ‐(Sir Gooch screams)

I am the ghost of Christmas past!

A spirit? Well, how did you get in here?

I am a ghost, so I walked through the walls or something!

I am here to tell you what a rich jerk you have been!

Really?

I always thought I was being a rich nice guy.

Far from it!

Let's take a journey into your past!

Do you recognize this picture?

Ah, yes! That's my father,

Sir Archebald Frederick Gooch the Third!

That's right, Sir Liam.

And in 1994, you sued your own father!

Oh, well, listen, I can explain!

See, my father had a lot of money that I wanted.

I needed to sue him to take it from him!

Behold! Another visitor...

Oooooooooooooooo!

I am the ghost of Christmas present!

Why don't you look like the other ghost?

Blair: He is bad at following instructions!

This is all I could find!

Tomorrow is laundry day!

Gator: This is the Bennett‐Blatt family!

Just today, you fired the father!

And now it's almost Christmas,

and he doesn't know what he'll do for money!

Why don't they just sell one of the skyscrapers

or football teams they own?

Blair: Not everyone owns skyscrapers or football teams!

The horror!

Owen: Behold!

I am the ghost of Christmas future!

Unless you change your ways,

this is how you will end up.

An old man with no friends, no family!

Just sad and alone!

Oh, no, dread spirit tell me what must I do?

How can I change and save myself from such a ghastly fate?

‐Ha! ‐(pellets blowing)

(all grunting, coughing)

Did you honestly believe

that a man of my wealth and status

hasn't been visited by spirits

trying to get him to change his ways before?

Ah, you see? I knew it, I knew it!

Yes, you were fake ghosts the whole time!

You're those two little kids and...

one big kid from the radio station.

(coughing) What did you shoot in our face?

Oh, poisonous gas.

Poisonous gas?

Oh, relax.

It's only dangerous to mummies.

To a living human, it's almost completely harmless.

Did you say "almost?"

Well, we'll just be going now.

Ah, ah, ah, ah! Not so fast!

We Gooches have little patience for delinquentism,

juvenile or otherwise.

‐(foghorn blasts) ‐Santa: Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!

‐(audience cheering) ‐What?!

Announcer: Okay, audience!

You choose which kid Sir Liam Gooch punishes.

Oh my gosh!

‐Announcer: Votes are in! ‐(cackling)

(crying)

We're gonna start with the new line from Sir Gooch.

And that'll be it.

‐So, we don't have any lines. ‐Nope.

Announcer: Now back to the scene.

(audience cheering)

Stage Manager: Action!

I am in a merciful mood,

so I've decided to only punish one of you.

I think I'll punish... you, little girl child.

(audience cheering)

Sir Gooch: Indeed, I will punish you

the way I punish all child trespassers:

by sending you off to a random city

all the way across the country!

This ticket says you're going to Tucson, Arizona.

‐(Gator laughing) ‐(audience cheering)

Now, my personal assistant will escort you there.

‐Here she is. Come on in, personal assistant. ‐(Owen laughing)

Kaylin: That's my mom!

You know her as "Mom,"

I know her as "Personal Assistant #57."

Am I really going to Tucson right now?

(audience cheering)

Whoa!

Off you go, please, if you would escort her to, uh...

Let's go.

‐...the airport. ‐Did you do this to me?

(audience cheering)

Audience, why?

(giggles) Is she actually...?

How long did you know about this?

Hold up!

Oh my!

I hope you're happy.

(laughing)

Bye!

(audience cheering)

Well, you certainly dodged that one,

didn't you, my two young rapscallions?

Yes, you see, I'm gonna make sure

that the two of you get back to your parents safe and sound,

and then I'm gonna tell them exactly what you've all been up to!

No! Please don't tell my mom!

I borrowed her robe.

♪ ♪

(audience cheering)

What just happened?

Ramon: She's actually gone!

Oh, I know. They got in a car.

Kaylin is gone!

♪ ♪

We're out of mustard.

Byron, call the kids for dinner.

(doorbell ringing)

Blair! Owen!

Oh. You're outside.

With Sir Liam Gooch. What is happening?

What did they do? What did Blair do?

Wait. Where's Blair?

I just randomly sent her to Tucson, Arizona.

Oh, but don't worry, Mama Bear, she'll be back tomorrow in time for Christmas.

I have so many questions.

I'm sorry, but these ne'er‐do‐ wells broke into my hotel room

impersonating spirits of the dead

to try and make me feel bad about my choices in life.

How many times have I told you not to do that?

‐Gator: A lot. ‐Rachel: Mm‐hmm.

Sir Liam Gooch, I am so sorry. I don't know what to say.

Gator, come on, I'm driving you home. Owen, go to your room.

Oh, wait, wait, wait, no, no. Now, don't be too hard on them.

They were just trying to help your family.

Seems I upset them

by firing you so close to Christmas.

Kids.

I mean "kid."

(Owen laughing)

I'm sorry if me being sad about getting fired scared you.

Jobs, money‐‐ they're not important.

‐What is important is family. ‐Rachel: Yeah.

Sir Gooch: Well, now, I have to say,

I wish my father had told me what you just...

told your childr‐‐ child.

A close, loving family is an experience I never had.

The truth is if one only thinks of money and profits,

then one is likely to end up just like me:

all alone for the holidays

in a large, luxurious hotel room.

Bartleby, you can have your job back.

‐Yes! ‐Are you serious?

As a matter of fact all the DJs got their jobs back.

Merry Christmas... regular people.

Thank you, Sir Liam Gooch! Thank you!

Well, I suppose I better get back to my hotel

in case some real spirits come for me, huh?

Um, Sir Liam Gooch, would you

maybe want to stay and have dinner with our family?

Oh, that is so kind! Oh, thank you!

But no.

I have a personal chef at the hotel,

and quite honestly, I've never quite been able to stomach

regular people food.

We just thought that with what you were saying about being alone

that you might be sad.

(chuckling): Oh, that's adorable.

No, no, you see, I'm very rich.

And that means I'm incredibly happy!

‐But you just said that family is all that matters. ‐Right.

Well, you see, that's just something we say to regular folk

to stop them from rising up and trying to take all our money.

Yes, you see, there's a lot more of you than us,

and most of us are very, very old.

So, you gotta keep the masses happy, huh?

That's why you have your jobs back and a Christmas bonus.

(all celebrating)

‐(foghorn blasts) ‐Santa: Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!

(audience cheering)

Announcer: Last vote, audience!

You decide what Christmas gift Mr. Gooch gives the family.

Please don't send me to Tucson.

I think we're all going somewhere spectacular.

Ah, what if you go to Tucson anyway?

‐You're all going to come. ‐(JC laughing)

What if you go anyway, and the vote was a fake out?

Announcer: Votes are in!

And let's go back to the scene.

Stage Manager: Action!

So, you've got your jobs back and a Christmas bonus!

(Owen laughing)

Woo! Woo!

And I have the perfect gift for you all.

It's the Holiday Hamster Wheel!

(audience cheering)

Sir Gooch: So, as you can see, this is the latest and greatest

from GoochCorp's fitness division.

I think we need someone to give it a spin.

‐Why don't, uh... ‐(audience cheering)

Byron!

(laughing)

Okay. (laughing)

(Byron laughs, shouts hysterically)

‐This is crazy! ‐(audience cheering)

All (chanting): Faster, faster, faster!

(Byron yelling)

(yelling continues)

(laughing)

(audience applauding, cheering)

I don't want you to think that Byron's getting all the fun.

See, I have a little surprise for the rest of you over here. Come over here.

(audience cheering)

‐Ready? ‐Get ready for a very nice surprise.

‐Trust me. ‐Rachel: Oh, good. Thank you.

‐Yeah. ‐Uh, this is definitely not gonna end well.

All right.

‐(all laughing) ‐(audience cheering)

Fake out!

(Owen laughing)

You know what I think would make this a perfect Christmas

is one great big finale!

‐(sleigh bells ringing) ‐Owen: Wha‐‐? Oh!

(audience cheering)

(carolers singing indistinct)

(Santa chuckling)

And that's our show!

You guys have been a great crowd!

(caroling continues)

Happy Holidays!

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♪ Na‐na‐na‐na na‐na‐na‐na‐na ♪

Yep, really here.