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Tobie: Welcome to "Just Roll With It"!

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(kids cheering)

♪ Na na na na na na na na ♪

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Just roll with it. Just roll with it.

‐(bell ringing) ‐(kids cheering)

♪ Na na na na na na na na ♪

(audience cheering)

(cheering continues)

‐Woo! ‐Woo!

Welcome to "Just Roll With It"!

(all cheering)

We are the only show taped in front of a live studio audience

where the audience votes on what happens to us in scenes.

When you hear this sound:

(foghorn blares)

‐Maybe we shouldn't tell 'em. ‐Uh, we have to.

You get to vote.

(audience cheering)

I trust them.

‐I don't. ‐(Ramon laughs)

Well, no matter what, we have to...

All: "Just Roll With It"!

‐Tobie: Yeah! Let's start the show! ‐(audience cheering)

♪ Na na na na na na na na ♪

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‐Hey, Mom. ‐Hey, sweetie. How was Ruth's?

Amazing. There was a half marathon on her street,

so we soaked those suckers with squirt guns.

That'll teach 'em to exercise!

Check it out, Blair. This is crazy.

Did you know old people used to make entire books of photos?

Owen.

How many times have I told you not to call us old?

Well, if you don't remember,

it might be 'cause you're pretty old.

Oh, cool! Your army album.

(gasps)

Did a top‐secret government official

ask you to come out of retirement,

track down the rest of your old team,

and pull off one last impossible mission?

Yeah, no. My old friend Major Winston called

and said the American Legion wants to give me an award

for helping vets readjust to civilian life.

That's amazing, honey!

(whispers): They're listening to us right now, aren't they?

It's true, Dad. There's gonna be a ceremony,

local news coverage, and hors d'oeuvres.

Which is how the French say snacks.

My wife is being honored, and there's gonna be fancy snacks?

I am a very lucky man!

I can't wait.

It's nice to have a parent that's so accomplished.

Hey, I'm accomplished, too.

Dad, come on. Rachel can fly a helicopter.

I once did a radio stunt where I flew a lawnmower with weather balloons.

Yeah, they had to shut down the airport for the day.

Why you always gotta focus on the negative?

Oh. Did I mention my old unit's gonna be there?

Are they the ones you saved from that ambush when your caravan got‐‐

Yep, we've all heard that story a thousand times.

I know. She's a hero.

Well, I wouldn't say I'm a hero.

You're totally a hero.

‐You're one of the people who took out... ‐(clears throat)

...the trash this morning.

Blair, maybe you could help me memorize my speech.

Your harsh, judgmental eyes do a great job of simulating a real crowd.

I'd love to, Mom. But I'm super busy.

‐I have so much to do. ‐Like what?

‐(foghorn blares) ‐(audience cheering)

Host: Okay, audience.

‐You see your choices: one, two, or three. ‐(bell dings)

You guys vote on what happens to our actors next.

‐Remember, I trust you. ‐(audience laughs)

‐Kaylin: I do! I do! ‐Tobie: I don't!

‐I was so surprised. ‐And it's, like, so early in the show.

We're open to everything right now.

I'm excited, but I'm also a little nervous,

because what if I have to do something?

Okay. That's it. Votes are in.

You're gonna have a new line that you'll have to read from a text book.

And also have to do whatever the new line says.

Host: Let's go back to the scene.

Director: Action!

‐I have so much to do. ‐Like what?

Like, uh... (chuckles)

(pants) I have to do my homework.

We're studying unusual cooking methods in school,

and for my homework, I have to make my lunch with my bare feet.

‐(bell dings) ‐Luckily, I have‐‐ (laughs)

Luckily, I have everything ready to go.

(audience cheering)

I've got some lunch ingredients right here.

Yummy, yummy.

‐Yummy. ‐Look at that.

Okay, um, I guess I'm gonna make a sandwich,

‐so I'm just gonna‐‐ ‐(laughs)

‐Wow. You see the technique she's using? ‐Byron: What‐‐ Yes, it's‐‐

Do you work on this often?

Wow. Our‐‐ Our tax dollars are hard at work

in that school system, aren't they?

Get some mayonnaise on there. Get some mayonnaise on there.

‐Owen: Uh‐‐ ‐Audience: Oh!

‐Spread it around, spread it around. ‐Rachel: Oh, my gosh.

Blair: Ooh.

All right.

Uh.

‐Blair: Let me get some tomatoes. ‐Rachel: Oh, good.

Byron: And then spin it around for your‐‐

Spin it around for your‐‐ your mustard.

‐(all yelling) ‐Byron: Aah! Aah!

Woo! Yeah!

‐(Byron groans) ‐Ooh, this feels nice!

Uh, could I get some extra toenails, just for the crunch?

(audience laughing)

Can I assume this sandwich is gonna be a foot‐long?

(audience laughing)

You're behind on your homework. You need to catch up.

‐Blair: Woo! ‐Owen: (laughing) Catch up!

(giggling)

Owen: Yeah!

Woo! Oh, it smells like a hot dog.

You gotta get the greens. Get the lettuce.

Yeah, get the lettuce on there. You need your vitamins.

You know what has the most vitamins, too, is raw, smoked salmon.

(laughing)

‐Byron: Ooh! ‐Owen: Oh!

Ooh!

‐Rachel: Look at that. ‐Owen: Wow!

Mm‐mm. Ready for a picnic.

‐(Byron laughs) ‐(audience cheering)

Wait! Hold on, hold on.

Now, Owen, w‐‐

‐Wh‐‐ Why don't you take a bite? ‐(laughs)

(laughs)

(chanting): Owen! Owen!

(laughing): Owen! Owen!

‐(rhythmic clapping) ‐All (chanting): Owen! Owen! Owen!

Audience: Oh!

Oh, no, no! Don't you do that!

Don't you eat no toe‐feet...

...sandwich.

(audience laughing)

Well, I'm glad you're taking your schoolwork seriously.

And I guess you'll hear my speech at the ceremony on Saturday.

Saturday. Oh. I, uh...

already have plans.

Both: You do?

Yeah. Ruth invited me to her house for her...

Space Camp Bounce House birthday party.

Yep. Her Space Camp Bounce House birthday party.

Rolls right off the tongue.

Why am I just hearing about this now?

Why am I just hearing about this now?

Ruth is my bestie, too. Hmm.

Maybe she hasn't sent out the VIP invites, yet. I'm gonna call her.

No!

You'll seem desperate.

Me? Desperate?

(laughs) I'm not desperate.

I'm just gonna keep refreshing my inbox until the email comes in.

Mom, I have to go to Ruth's party.

I'm sorry. I've made my decision.

Let's just say we haven't come to a conclusion yet.

‐Oh, we're concluded. ‐It's still up in the air.

Not in the air at all. On the ground.

‐We're in negotiations. ‐Nope, negotiations are over.

‐Okay, we'll circle back later. ‐No circling!

So...

Now that the kids are gone...

Okay...

What's the secret mission?

Tell me, please.

♪ Na na na na na na na na ♪

So, before I add the clip art on this invite,

are we locked into this Space Camp theme?

After all, it is my birthday.

Ruth, it's a fake party!

What are we getting you out of this time? Bake sale? Family hike?

Another one of Owen's all‐day soccer tournaments in...

(shudders) Toledo?

Ugh, I wish.

Mom's making we go to this military awards ceremony.

That doesn't seem like such a big deal.

It is to me. I don't want to talk about it.

Maybe you should.

If you told your mom how you felt,

maybe she'd let you go to my party!

There is no party, Ruth.

Okay, but to be honest,

I was confused, and started inviting people.

What? You didn't invite Owen, did you?

‐Not yet, but I'll email him right now. ‐No!

You can't tell him.

Fine. I won't say a word to anyone.

But, you should really think about talking to your mom about this.

I can't talk to my mom about feelings.

That's not how we communicate.

How do you communicate?

We don't. And it works out great for everyone.

Hey, Ruth! Excited for your space party.

(audience cheering)

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Hey, Mom. I found the invitation.

(sighs)

Ruth's so crushed I can't go.

It's just so hard to see your friends cry.

I guess all I can do is be there for her.

Oh, right. I can't.

Let me see it.

Is that Ruth's invite?

Let‐‐ Let me see that.

I don't understand. Why would Ruth not invite me?

This is bad. If my best friend doesn't want me at her party,

maybe I'm even more unlikable than I thought.

I'll probably end up some sort of bearded outcast,

living alone in the woods,

drinking rainwater out of old bean cans,

and having full‐on conversations

with a river beaver that I found and named Carol.

So, even Carol will leave me,

and the locals will get so scared they'll call in the feds.

And then it's only a matter of time before

I'm waking up to the sound of helicopters,

as a SWAT team kicks my cabin door down,

and no one ever hears from me or Carol again!

Owen! Use your stress squeezie.

Remember, cleansing breaths.

I'm gonna make sure he doesn't do anything crazy like...

call Ruth.

Hey, babe. What's wrong?

Has your mission been compromised?

No.

I hoped Blair would be more excited about going Saturday,

but whenever my service comes up, she doesn't care.

I just want her to be proud of me.

Oh. I can relate.

I can't seem to impress Owen with what I do, either.

Hey, what if I talk to Blair about your thing?

‐That would be great. ‐And while I'm doing that,

maybe you can talk to Owen about how cool my job is?

Aw. Why do I get the hard one?

Owen's fine.

He's just looking out the window,

mumbling about helicopters.

B‐Money!

You and I haven't had a talk in a while.

So...

This big award your mom is getting.

It's pretty exciting stuff.

You know, she's achieved some really great things.

You know, your dad has achieved some really great things.

‐A lot of people‐‐ ‐(foghorn blares)

(audience cheering)

Host: All right, audience.

Time to decide which of Byron's achievements

makes an appearance.

‐I'm so happy for you guys! ‐(Ramon laughing)

‐This happened mid‐sentence. ‐Yeah.

Like, I was on a comma, and the horn blew.

‐Host: Votes are in. ‐Time for us to meet our fate.

You're gonna be reading instructions on top of a box.

Host: Now, back to the scene.

Director: And, action!

You know, your dad has achieved some really great things.

‐Okay. ‐Mm...

And inside this box

are some of Byron's radio stunt statues.

(audience cheering)

I'll tell you what each award is,

and what Byron did to win such a great honor.

Nice.

Oh. Well this is the...

Look at that. "Mighty Tighty Whiteys."

So... your dad...

won this when he did a mud run.

And the mud was trying to get the best of him. It...

sucked his clothes off.

‐Sounds like him. ‐But‐‐

But he‐‐ He won most soiled.

And he got second place for "Most Extreme Wedgie."

Would you like to hold it?

Okay. In this, we have‐‐ Look at this!

And, uh, this is a‐‐ Oh, here we go.

It's the "Fantasy Animal League" winner.

So, your dad's terrible at Fantasy Football,

but he created his own league

that he can win in every time,

because this beats human football players.

A llama?

This also shows you what happens

when a llama and an octopus love each other very much.

So... let's...

remember that your dad is creative,

he's tenacious.

Two of his best qualities.

(audience cheering)

Rachel, why are you talking about dad's old radio stuff?

I've got bigger fish to fry.

Which is how I'm gonna have to eat

when Carol the river beaver and I are living in the woods

and developing our own language!

Hey, Blair. Hey, Ruth. Happy birthday.

It's not my birth‐‐ daaaaay...

...until this Saturday.

Thank you.

I'm giving Ruth her present now.

Since I can't go to the party.

Actually, I've decided I might let you go.

But, I want to talk to Ruth's mom first.

No, Mom. You don't wanna bother Ms. Booth.

‐It'll only take a minute. Is she free now? ‐Ruth: Yeah.

Judy's always free. That's the beauty of being your own boss,

and guilting suckers into buying worthless essential oils

on social media.

Just text her.

Have you gone mad, woman?

She's gonna know it's a sham!

Chill. All of Judy's messages are forwarded to my phone.

She gives me 10% of all of her sales if I pretend to be her assistant.

‐(phone chimes) ‐See? It's your mom.

"Dear Judy, This is Rachel. Blair's Mom.

"What's the insurance situation for Ruth's party?

‐Sincerely, Rachel." ‐I got this.

Hey, Ruth! My best friend!

Want to go to a movie later? I'll pay for popcorn.

Extra butter!

‐Sure. ‐Great.

Is there anything you'd like to invite me to in return?

Desperate.

I feel bad. I'm gonna tell him. Owen, I...

‐(stomps) ‐(yells): I...

hate movies. Sorry.

Fine. I know when I'm not wanted.

Well, I just texted with Judy,

and I've decided to let you go to the party.

Thanks, Mom.

(phone dings)

It's Judy again.

She's really trying to sell me on these essential oils.

Good thing I'm not a sucka!

What? Had to at least try for the sale.

Owen, let's go. Rachel's waiting for us at the ceremony.

Ah. I forgot my keys.

Ruth, if I could have your attention, please. Ahem.

"My dear ex‐bestie,

"I've accepted that you didn't invite me to your party."

‐Owen, I‐‐ ‐No!

No. Let me finish.

I worked on this speech all night.

"It hurts, but I've accepted you like Blair more,

"even though she gets worse grades than me,

and routinely forgets to recycle."

I'm sorry. This is painful to watch.

‐There is no party, Owen. ‐Ruth!

‐Blair! ‐Owen!

What?

I don't know.

I just thought we were all shouting each other's names.

What does she mean there's no party?

Okay, fine!

I made up the party because I didn't want to go to Mom's ceremony.

No party? Seriously, Blair?

‐Uh... ‐You know how much this means to your mother.

‐You're coming. End of story. ‐But I don't want to!

We don't have time for this. Owen. Blair. Car. Now.

Ugh!

I'll just hang here while you're gone.

Which remote works the DVR?

Go home, Ruth.

(audience cheering)

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Good, we're not late.

When we get home, you're gonna tell your mom the truth about the party.

‐Got it? ‐I got it.

Hey, everybody, I'm Major Michael Winston.

And I'm presenting the Veteran Service Award

to my friend, Major Rachel Bennett‐Blatt.

(applause)

When we were on our last tour,

she saved my life,

at the risk of her own.

Blair.

Uh, well, it looks like we, uh...

lost Rachel for a minute there.

Uh...

Anyone want to hear a graphic war story?

‐Dad, do something. ‐I got it. (chuckles)

Hey, everybody.

Uh, sorry for the interruption.

Uh, I'm Byron Blatt.

Or as I'm known in military circles:

Rachel's newest husband. (chuckles)

Blair, what was that? And why aren't you at Ruth's party?

There is no party, okay?

‐I lied. ‐What?

What is going on with you?

I don't want to talk about it.

‐I just can't hear that story again. ‐What story?

You know. The ambush.

Okay.

What about it?

You could have gotten hurt, and that sorta...

‐Scares you? ‐Yeah.

Whenever you went away,

I was afraid you might not come home.

Oh, honey.

And every time I hear that story,

it reminds me of that.

Blair, I'm so sorry.

I had no idea you felt this way.

I don't like talking about my feelings.

Uh, yeah, me, neither. Where do you think you got that from?

You know, when I was over there,

I was scared sometimes, too.

And now that I say that out loud,

I realize it's probably healthy for us to

try and get better at talking to each other.

Probably.

‐Just not too much, though. ‐Oh, no. No.

Baby steps.

Come here, you.

Just know that you can tell me anything.

You were texting with Ruth.

‐Not her mom. ‐Are you kidding me?

I just spent $150 on essential oils.

So, you guys aren't a fan of rope tricks or mime. (chuckles)

Uh, what else do I got? What else do I got?

‐(foghorn blares) ‐(audience cheering)

‐What else do you got? ‐(laughing)

‐(bell dings 3 times) ‐Host: Okay, this is the last vote.

You get to choose what kind of performance Byron has to give.

‐I'm nervous. (laughs) ‐Suzi: Ha, ha!

70% chance of messy,

with a 100% chance of fun.

Byron, you're gonna be starting the scene with the line,

"So, you guys aren't a fan of rope tricks or mime."

‐Let's do it. ‐Let's roll with it.

Sweet!

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

Director: Action!

So...

Okay, oh, hey. Thank you.

And I'll need some help from my‐‐

for my closing number.

Good thing I have a friend of Rachel's here with me today.

Patriotic Patty. Come on out.

Hi! Hi, everyone.

‐Oh, hi, Byron. ‐(all clapping)

You know what I think would be a good closing number?

I was thinking of that one that you did with the kids.

That great number on the drums.

‐(bell dings) ‐I remember it.

Audience: Woo!

‐Byron: All right. ‐Oh! Very‐‐

‐Ha, ha! ‐(audience cheering)

Patriotic Patty: Blair, Owen, come on up.

Now, this is a patriotic drum set.

So, your faces are gonna have to be...

‐red, white, and blue. ‐Let's go.

‐ Bring it on. ‐(audience laughing)

It's never good when they give us goggles, but okay, let's go.

‐(all laughing) ‐Patriotic Patty: Dunk your faces.

(audience cheering)

That is just spectacular.

Oh, yeah.

(audience laughing)

Yeah, I'm feeling patriotic now!

And... start drumming!

(drums beating)

‐(marching band plays "Stars and stripes Forever") ‐Hey!

‐(all clapping) ‐Byron: Hey!

Byron: My wife!

I love my life. I love my wife!

(march continues)

Ha! Ha! Ha!

(groans)

(march continues)

‐(fireworks whistling, popping) ‐Owen: Yay!

(audience cheering)

(march ends)

Woo! Thank you, thank you!

Now the person you've all be waiting for:

Rachel Bennett‐Blatt, everyone!

‐(all cheering) ‐Byron: Woo!

That was really great, Dad.

Pretty cool to have your old man be an entertainer, huh?

So guess I am a hero, just like Rachel.

‐Well, that's not exactly what I meant. ‐Yeah.

Yes, it is.

Thank you all for coming. This award means the world to me.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

Major Winston just asked me

to get my old team back together,

to go one last impossible mission.

I knew it!

I'm kidding.

‐And that's our show! ‐And that's our show!

♪ Na na na na na na na na ♪

(audience cheering)

♪♪

♪ Na na na na na na na na ♪

♪ Na na na na na na na na ♪

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