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Tobie: Welcome to "Just Roll With It"!

(theme music plays)

(kids cheering)

♪♪

♪ Na na na na na na na na ♪

Just roll with it!

‐(bell ringing) ‐(kids cheering)

♪ Na na na na na na na na ♪

(audience cheering)

♪♪

Tobie: Woo! Woo!

Welcome to "Just Roll With It"!

(all cheering)

The show where our studio audience

votes on what happens to us in scenes.

(audience cheering)

When you hear this sound:

(foghorn blares)

You get to vote,

and we'll have to just roll with it.

‐(audience cheering) ‐Like the title of the show.

I get it now!

It took a few episodes, but I'm glad you figured it out.

‐(chuckles) ‐(audience laughing)

Now that it's clear, we're ready to:

All: "Just Roll With It"!

‐(theme music plays) ‐(audience cheering)

Tobie: Let's start the show!

♪♪

Let's go, everyone. I don't want to be late for my first red carpet.

I just need to grab‐‐ Holy Mesopotamia!

Owen, Blair! Get in here!

Why is there a hole in the wall?

Blair, why is the office trashed?

And Owen, why did you let Blair trash the office?

What? I didn't do this. I love the office.

It's where you and Mom make money, so you can buy me things.

Ugh, sorry, Dad. I'm not feeling great.

I think something's really wrong with me.

Not now, Owen. Blair, where is the giant robot

I bought for this month's radio stunt? Did you play with it?

Why would I want to play with a real, working robot?

Just 'cause you can ride in it, punch through walls,

make your enemies bow down to you...

Oh. Okay.

I see where you're coming from.

We're gonna be late to the Akron Radio Awards.

What happened here?

Blair, you're grounded.

Ohhhh! My T‐shirt launcher is broken!

How am I gonna shoot Beatz 101 swag at the audience

when I accept my award for "DJ of the Year?"

You could just throw it.

Look, we're already late. Go. Go, go, go, go, go.

Ugh. I can't believe you did this, Blair.

(dings)

You know, our country was founded on the concept

that every single person deserves a fair trial

by a jury of their peers.

Owen's your peer. Owen, do you think Blair trashed the room?

‐Sounds like something she'd do. ‐Bam! Guilty!

‐(elevator clatters) ‐Uh‐oh.

Did the elevator just get stuck?

Oh, no.

Come on, come on. Not now!

Byron, stop. Just give it a second.

(buttons clattering)

Well, that didn't work. First things first.

We need to establish a pee corner.

Humph. We should probably establish a vomit corner, too.

Everybody calm down.

It can be the same corner.

‐Where's the alarm button? ‐(buzzes)

Hank (over PA): Emergency dispatch. This is Hank.

‐How may I save you? ‐Yes, hi, Hank.

It's Byron Blatt, from ♪ Byron and Gator in the morning! ♪

Uh, me and family are stuck in this elevator

and we need to be across town for the Akron Radio Awards.

So if you could call the department

that handles celebrities in trouble, that'd be great.

Hank (over PA): You're a celebrity? I've never heard of you.

I only listen to DJ Dirty Dan. (laughs)

You ever hear him do those phone calls

where he pretends to be a foreigner?

Yes, he's very offensive.

I'm sorry, but are you gonna send somebody to help us?

Hank (over PA): We got a lot of stuff going on today,

but we'll try to get someone over there

in the next 15 minutes or so.

Uh‐oh. Did we decide on the vomit corner?

♪♪

‐(buzzing) ‐Hank, where you at, man?

Hank (over PA): Uh, I'm on lunch right now.

I can't save anybody while I'm on break.

‐Union rules. ‐(phone beeps)

Byron, where are you? I'm the only sidekick here without his DJ.

And I'm starting to get scared!

I'm stuck in the elevator at work.

Did you press all the buttons really fast?

That was the first thing I did.

Don't worry, Byron. I'll get you out of there.

You can count on me.

Ooh! They've got free T‐shirt launchers!

Well, great. Just great. First, Blair trashes the office,

and now I'm gonna miss free t‐shirt launchers.

Byron, I seriously didn't do anything!

Guys, I can't watch you blame Blair anymore. I...

...have a bit of a confession to make.

♪ We're gonna win the best DJ award! ♪

♪ We're gonna win the best DJ awa‐ard! ♪

‐♪ We're gonna win‐‐ ♪ ‐Rachel...

(beeps)

‐I'm not feeling so well. ‐What's wrong?

My stomach just started feeling weird.

And not the good kind of weird,

like when I'm about to dive into some really challenging homework.

I'm gonna look on the internet to see what I have.

No. Owen, you stay off that internet.

(chuckles) Remember this winter when for two months,

you convinced yourself you had smallpox?

So you don't think my smallpox is back?

No. Here.

You sit down and take it easy.

I'll get the thermometer.

What is that?

It's Byron's new robot that he got for a radio stunt.

All right. Gotta go. Bye!

I told him not to buy that stupid thing.

All right, where's that first aid kit?

Aah. There you are.

(sighs)

(speaks gibberish) Nope.

Too roll‐y.

Well, if Byron's gonna buy a robot behind my back,

I might as well get some use out of it.

(foghorn blares)

(audience cheering)

Host: Okay, audience.

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

You guys decide what happens to Rachel.

It's just me and the robot now.

And this thing gotta go through the wall.

Oh, it has to do something‐‐‐

Suzi: What if it goes through the wall with me on it?

(both screaming)

Host: Okay, that's it. Votes are in.

Director: We're gonna pick this back up at,

‐"Okay, let's give it a try." ‐Okay.

Host: Let's go back to the scene.

Director: Action!

(laughs)

Huh.

Something seems a little bit different about this room.

(audience laughing)

Here we go.

This is just like flying one of my old helicopters.

Okay.

‐(beeps) ‐Robot: D id you say you want to request repairs?

I need to get a first aid kit.

Robot: What sort of repairs are you requesting?

No, sorry. Uh, can you repair your hearing?

Robot: You have selected a new paint job.

‐(bell dinging) ‐No! I have not select‐‐

Robot: Activating painting robots now.

Okay, no. I selected a, a new, uh...

...a job for you to get a hearing aid.

Oh, no. Cheap robots!

Painter robots: Initiating new coat of paint.

‐No! I‐‐ Aah! ‐(spraying)

‐Rachel: Okay. All right. ‐(audience laughing, clapping)

Aah!

(applause)

While you're at it, could you touch up my office walls?

‐(paint pouring) ‐Aah!

Whoa!

Oh! Okay!

‐(rollers whirring) ‐(audience cheering)

Oh, why does it always have to be paint? Ah‐ha.

‐Robot: Painting sequence completed. ‐Okay.

Let's go grab that first aid kit, buddy.

Robot: Beginning grabbing first aid kit sequence.

Okay. Let's do it.

(robot gears whirring)

‐(sparking) ‐Oh! What?

‐Robot: Malfunction. Malfunction. ‐Grrrrr, no! (grunts)

‐Robot: Malfunction. Malfunction. ‐Rachel: No. No!

Please stop. Stop!

Stop! Come on!

‐(sighs) ‐(crashing, shattering)

You trashed the station and let me take the blame!

Look, parenting is very hard.

I'm figuring this out as I go. And in retrospect,

I admit, that was a bit of misstep.

When the robot broke through the wall,

he probably messed up the elevator.

You're the reason we're stuck in here!

My own wife.

It was an accident!

‐(buzzes) ‐Hank, is someone on their way to save us?

Hank (over PA): Nah, it's still gonna be a while.

There's some stupid robot walking down State Street

that's clogging up traffic.

It could be any stupid robot!

(audience cheering, clapping)

Just another day at the office.

♪♪

We're gonna be in this elevator for the rest of our lives.

This is our home now.

We are elevator people.

We will need an elevator god.

I nominate the lobby button.

All hail lobby, most merciful of all buttons!

‐(buzzes) ‐Hank, speak to me, man. My kid's cracking up in here.

‐(foghorn blares) ‐(screams)

(audience cheering, clapping)

I just got clean!

‐(bell dings three times) ‐Host: Okay, audience. It's time to choose

what happens in the elevator.

I was not expecting that at all.

Yeah, it caught us all off guard.

There's only so much that can happen

in a teeny‐weeny elevator.

Well, that's what we think. Ha.

Director: We're gonna pick this back up at,

‐"Hank, speak to me, my man. My kid's cracking up in here." ‐Ramon: Yeah.

‐Director: All right. Let's do it. ‐Host: Now back to the scene.

Director: Action!

Hank, speak to me, man. My kid's cracking up in here.

Hank (over PA): Yeah, I think I know how to get you guys out of there.

All these older elevators have a built‐in escape system.

But to access it,

you need to have a good, old‐fashioned dance‐off.

‐So get ready for Dance Floor Disco! ‐(bell dinging)

‐Oh, let's do it. ‐Let's go, baby!

‐(audience cheering) ‐Hank (over PA): So, the floor's gonna light up

in different patterns. Follow the pattern

by tapping the lit‐up squares with your feet.

Blair, you're gonna go first,

but I gotta warn you, if you mess up, there will be consequences.

‐Audience: Oh! ‐All right.

‐But only for Blair, right? ‐(audience laughing)

Hank (over PA): No comment.

And here we go!

(dance music plays)

‐All right, boo. ‐Rachel: Yeah.

‐Hey, boo. ‐Blair: (squeals) Where is it?

‐(squeals) ‐Byron: Come on, you gotta get it.

Go on, hit that‐‐ Hit the square!

‐Try harder! ‐Hit the square, Blair!

Get us out of here!

I can't!

Come on! You can do better than that!

(Blair squeals)

I should have let you play more video games.

All: Hit the square, Blair! Hit the square, Blair!

‐(buzzer buzzing) ‐Byron: Aw, come on! Hey, let her try again!

Hank (over PA): That was really, really bad.

All right, now time to face your consequences.

(all yelling)

Audience: Oh!

Hey, hey!

Hank (over PA): Owen's turn.

Okay.

‐(dance music plays) ‐Byron: Hey!

You can do this!

Get goin', Owen!

Rachel/ Byron: Get goin', Owen!

All: Get goin', Owen! Get goin', Owen!

Rachel/ Blair: Get goin', Owen!

‐(Byron laughs) Eh! Aah! Aah! ‐I'll spot you!

‐(buzzer buzzing) ‐All: Oh!

Hank (over PA): That was a little better. Still really, really bad.

Thanks, Hank!

‐Please don't make us an elevator sandwich! ‐No!

Hank (over PA): Here come consequences.

(all yelling)

Wow!

‐Wow! ‐Okay.

Hank (over PA): Okay, now time for both parents at the same time.

‐With what space? ‐(audience laughing)

Hank (over PA): Hope you do well, 'cause there's not

much more room for consequences.

‐Let's go. ‐(dance music plays)

♪ Eh, Eh ♪

Byron/ Owen: ♪ Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh eh ♪

‐Let's go. Let's go‐‐ eh! ‐(buzzer buzzes)

That was good! Hank, that was good!

‐Hank (over PA): Consequences. ‐All: No!

(all yelling)

Hey! I got my kids in here, Hank!

Hank (over PA): Okay. I can try to get you guys out of there,

but we gotta do a whole family dance.

‐Okay. ‐Byron: Let's go. Let's go.

‐Okay, we do it! ‐Byron: Y'all ready? Grab your spot.

I got these ones. Oh, yeah, baby.

‐Owen: Yeah, yeah! ‐Byron: Eh!

‐(Blair squealing) ‐Byron: Eh! Just take care of your square!

‐(buzzer buzzes) ‐(Byron yells)

Owen/ Blair: No!

Hank (over PA): Well, I've got good news.

You guys did all right on that last one,

and I'm not gonna let the elevator crush you today.

‐Thank you. ‐Blair: Yay!

‐Thank you, Hank. ‐Appreciate you.

‐Oh, Hank, thank you. ‐Blair: Oh.

Okay.

‐(bell dinging) ‐(all exclaiming)

Hank (over PA): Nice job, everybody.

That was for doing a good job.

But I've also got some bad news.

You're still gonna be stuck in there for a couple hours.

‐(all groaning) ‐We need to get to that awards show.

I really do feel terrible.

The awards are about to start,

and because of me, you're missing them.

Well...

I wouldn't say it's just because of you.

I have a little bit of a confession to make.

♪ My robot best friend, we're friends to the end ♪

♪ Beep, bop, boop, ba, beep, ba ♪

Whoa!

That thing is so awesome!

No touching, Blair.

Owen, you think you can set it up for me?

Why does he get to play with it, and I don't?

Because you'll use it for evil.

Now, I gotta go rehearse my red carpet walk.

Blair, don't touch the robot.

Hmm... looks like I'm gonna need some tools to get this thing going.

I'll show Byron.

I can get this this going without tools.

Let's see here.

‐(beeping) ‐(clattering)

‐(squirting) ‐Oh, no!

Robot blood!

Now you've done it, Blair!

You goosed up. You goosed up good.

Byron: Blair, you're not touching that robot, are you?

Blair: Nope, not doing anything.

Staying far away from the robot!

Hmm. These instructions are in traditional Mandarin.

I'm a little rusty, but I like a challenge.

Audience: Oh!

‐Owen! ‐(slaps)

(gasps)

‐What was that about? ‐That sandwich...

...seemed unhealthy.

Oh, contraire . I used light mayo.

Oh. I don't feel too good.

Better go update my last will and testament.

So you're the reason the robot malfunctioned,

broke the wall, and messed up the elevator!

My own daughter.

You're the reason I don't feel well!

I'm calling the doctor right now.

Hello?

Yes, hi. We're stuck in an elevator

filled with balloons... Long story.

And my son has eaten a sandwich filled with robot goo.

Really.

So that happens a lot.

That's all we have to do?

Thank you.

They said you're gonna be fine.

We just might need to make a vomit corner.

Man: Look out below!

‐Gator? ‐(thudding)

(balloons popping)

Sorry to drop in!

Gator! I knew you'd come for me!

I'm busting you out, fam!

Great! What's the plan?

Stand back! I grabbed a spare T‐shirt launcher

from the awards show,

and I'm blasting us out of here!

(yelling): Fire in the hole!

(popping)

Tell me that wasn't you're only plan.

No.

Yeah.

So, have we designated a pee corner?

(audience cheering, clapping)

This is how you floss.

Yeah, right? Go!

Woo!

♪♪

Well, the awards are starting now.

‐I'm officially missing it. ‐I'm sorry, sweetie.

I feel terrible, Byron.

Do you hate me?

Of course I don't hate you, Blair.

I just wish you'd listen to me.

Actually, Dad...

I can't let you blame them anymore.

I have a little bit of a confession to make.

‐(foghorn blares) ‐No, I knew it! I knew it!

(audience cheering, clapping)

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

You choose who shows up in Owen's flashback.

Here we go.

All week long, Owen's been rehearsing a scene

in a school hallway where he talks to a dog.

He has no idea that we've completely changed the set

and thrown that scene away.

(laughing)

Guys, it's just me in this. Literally just me.

You ready? We're gonna walk into the school hallway,

or go through the door, just like you did.

‐Right. Say my lines and everything, or... ? ‐Yep. Have fun.

Host: Now, let's go back to Owen's flashback.

Director: Action!

(laughing)

‐(bell dinging) (audience cheering, laughing)

This is not what we rehearsed on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday.

Uh, I don't like the look in your eyes.

(speaking Japanese)

Aah!

Ninja Owen!

Yes, uh...

(speaking Japanese)

Does anyone have a Ninja translator?

What brings you to Japan?

Uh, the...

‐The director just told me to walk through the door. ‐Ninja: Oh.

Oh.

Tiny warrior has challenged my manhood.

What did I say? (laughs)

And you are making me...

very... angry!

I‐I‐I'm sorry. It was just a misunderstanding.

Don't spread lies about Ninja Owen!

(growls)

‐(yells) ‐(yells)

What is happening?

‐(thudding) ‐(crashing)

(crashing)

I'm very confused.

I thought we were all friends here.

‐(yelling) ‐(glass shattering)

I... must...

deal with you!

‐Tiny warrior. ‐Yes?

It's time to prove yourself.

‐What do you mean? ‐Give him a good shove.

‐A good shove? ‐Good shove!

(grunts)

‐(yells) ‐(shattering)

(audience cheering, clapping)

The prophecy...

It has come true.

Owen is the Chosen One!

(audience cheering, clapping)

That's all.

Audience (chanting): Owen! Owen! Owen!

Owen! Owen!

‐(yelling) ‐(crashing)

Aah! Aah!

I am a Ninja! I am a Ninja!

Owen, what are you talking about?

None of that happened.

Ah, the doctor did say the robot goo

might make him loopy for a little bit.

Uh, Byron, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but...

Dirty Dan just won "DJ of the Year."

Sorry, Dad. There's always next year.

If it means anything, you're "DJ of the Year" to me.

It doesn't.

But thanks, kiddo.

Art is subjective.

All those awards for entertainment

are stupid and meaningless.

Except the award for Outstanding Children's Program.

‐Well, of course. ‐That one's legit.

It would be an honor just to be nominated for that one.

Byron, I'm sorry I made that robot go berserk.

If it weren't for me, he wouldn't have broken the elevator.

No, Mom. It's my fault.

If I hadn't messed with the robot,

it wouldn't have gone berserk in the first place.

Well...

Before you guys blame yourselves too much...

I have a little bit of a confession.

♪ My robot is here ♪

♪ My robot is here ♪

(phone ringing)

Yeah, this is Byron.

Man (on phone): Hey, I'm calling from the elevator company.

Just wanted to make sure that nobody uses the elevator this weekend.

The part that makes it go up and down is broken.

We just don't want nobody gettin' stuck.

Uh‐huh, yeah. Fine. Got it. Broken.

I gotta get back to singing to my robot best friend.

♪ My robot best friend, we're friends to the end, beep bo... ♪

‐Are you serious? ‐What?

My own father!

You're the reason we're stuck in this elevator!

I guess, technically,

if you wanna be like, super technical about it.

But, let's not forget how bad you all felt for me

a couple of minutes ago when I didn't win that award.

(banging)

‐Oh! Hank, thank you! ‐Yes!

‐Get us out of here! ‐I never thought this day would come!

Hank (over PA): Uh, yeah, that's not us.

We haven't sent anyone over yet.

‐Blair: Robot! ‐Audience: Woo!

It saved us!

I told you this thing was a smart investment.

Hey, if we hurry,

we might still make the end of the awards show.

Good idea. My dates still think I'm in the bathroom.

Rachel: Let's go!

Both: And that's our show!

‐(audience cheering, clapping) ‐♪ Na na na na na na na na ♪

♪♪

♪ Na na na na na na na na ♪

♪ Na na na na na na na na ♪

♪ Na na na na na na na na ♪

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