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[upbeat music]

- Today, let us remember

that the tragic fire

that destroyed our beloved café

is an awesome opportunity

to turn it into something cool

and upgrade our social lives.

- I know we all have ideas

about how to rebuild,

so let's fight

over whose idea is best

and then decide to do mine.

May I present--

- Why do you get to go first?

- Simple.

I own an easel.

May I present--

- So you brought

that one from home?

- This is my store easel.

May I--

- Don't you have one

at school?

- Okay, fine!

I'm an easel guy.

So what?

I'm also an idea guy.

Presenting--

Ricky's Science of Sports Café.

- Wow.

That was a waste

of all your easels.

Now,

envision a café

where the tabletops look

like soccer fields

and the waiters only serve food

with their feet.

- Ew!

- Feet?

- Nasty.

- I'm proposing

a sports nutrition café

that features

a carbo-loading buffet,

a protein shake bar,

and...

a cold-pressed juicery.

Please clap.

- They're holding their applause

for my idea.

What we need

is an extreme sports café

with an extreme mini-ramp,

extreme cheerleaders--

- Couldn't you at least have

taken the pizza out of the box?

- That's not just a pizza.

That's the floor.

This is gonna be the first café

where you can not only eat

off the floor--

you can eat the floor.

Mmm.

Delicious floor.

So when do we start building?

- We're not building

a pizza floor.

- Well, we're

definitely not doing science.

- Soccer is the world's

most popular sport.

- You can't do sports

without nutrition.

- Why do I even come

to these meetings?

They always end the same way.

- Okay, really?

- You know what?

Stay out of this meeting.

- Come on, seriously?

Okay, do you not think

that this is a dumb idea?

[indistinct arguing]

- Kids.

Kids!

You can stop arguing.

Your dad and I

have already decided

what we're doing with the cafe.

- Picture this.

The menacing feathers

of a bird of prey.

The razor's edge

of steel blades.

The shimmering majesty

of a skin-tight

sequined body suit.

- We're finally fulfilling

our dream

and opening a café dedicated

to the danger and elegance of...

both: Ice dancing!

all: Ice dancing?

both: Ice dancing!

- Normally,

I don't like to get caught up

in your family nonsense,

but I got to ask--

are you joking?

Are you not joking?

- The Dancing Harpers

never joke.

Anne?

[Tchaikovsky's

"Waltz of the Flowers" playing]

- An ice dancing café?

None of our friends are gonna

want to eat there.

- We've been living with this

shame our entire lives.

- They're taking

the tragedy of a fire

and turning it

into something bad.

- Ice dancing is lame.

- Super lame.

- It's not even a sport.

- I mean,

how could something on ice

be so uncool?

- Come on, guys,

maybe they'll find a way

to make it cool.

- [yelling]

[crashing]

- Or maybe not.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

[whistling]

- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪

♪ One, two ♪

- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪

- ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪

[upbeat music]

- Come on, Mom.

We have some really good ideas

for this place.

- Honey, I'm sure your ideas

are wonderful,

but this has been a dream

of ours for a long, long time.

- Yep. We're gonna display our

costumes, pictures, and trophies

so we can share with the public

the glory of the best days

of our lives.

That is, up until the point

you came into our lives.

- If this has always been your

dream, why'd you wait so long?

- Well, there's always been

one thing stopping us.

- [snorts]

Just one?

- Yes, the most important

piece of our history:

our missing practice skates.

But we made a solemn promise

that one day,

we'd find them and display them

in our very own

ice dancing wonderland.

- But this is Tom's Get Sporty.

Shouldn't the new café be less

sequiny and feathery

and more, oh, I don't know,

sporty?

- What says "sporty" more than--

both: Ice dancing?

- Now we just need

to head up to the mountains

and get our skates

from the place we used to work.

The old Check Please Roadhouse.

- So let me get this straight.

Once you get those skates,

this place turns into

an ice dancing wonderland?

- Yep.

No skates, no glory.

- And we crave glory.

[both exclaiming]

- Guys, we have got to get those

skates before Mom and Dad do

and get rid of 'em.

No skates,

no embarrassing

ice dancing café.

Easy peasy.

Mae,

cover for us while we're gone.

- You know I can't lie

to grown-ups.

I always get nervous

and do that weird laugh.

- Mae, do you know

where the kids went?

- No.

[giggles awkwardly]

- What's so funny?

- Nothing.

[giggling]

I have to go to the bathroom.

- Well, as soon as we

find the kids,

we can get on the road, huh?

- Yeah.

Honey, I'm a little nervous

about going back

to Check Please.

- Oh, come on, honey.

There's nothing to worry about.

Times have changed.

People are much more open-minded

these days.

Everybody accepts ice dancers.

[indistinct chatter]

- All right.

We get the skates

and then get home

before Mom and Dad

even know we're gone.

Easy peasy.

Oh, uh, excuse me.

We're looking

for some information

about some people

who used to work here.

Tom and Anne.

They were ice dancers.

[all gasping]

- Did you say "ice dancers"?

'Cause this here's

a hockey hangout.

We don't like dirty ice dancers.

- Oh, come on.

Settle down, Zach Le'Ben.

They didn't say

they liked ice dancers.

In fact, it looks like

they got a beef with them.

You guys got a beef

with them, right?

- Yep.

- Beef.

- Big beef.

- Yeah.

- Lots of meat.

- I like beef.

I miss it.

- Oh!

- You know,

I might remember Tom and Anne.

- Wait, what do you mean,

"might"?

- Well, the more you order,

the mightier my memory gets.

- Fine.

We'll share some extra-hot

Detroit Red Wings.

- I'm remembering Tom.

- And a couple of Calgary

flame-broiled burgers.

- Ah, yes,

Tom and Anne.

I'll put your order in.

- We said "easy peasy."

But now I'm shaking

in my kneesies.

[upbeat music]

- ♪ Oh oh oh ♪

[upbeat music]

[whistling]

- Now, where were we?

- Well, we were right here,

and you were right...

there.

- Oh, right.

Tom and Anne.

Now, they weren't like

the others who hung out here.

They were ice dancers.

Skating under the radar

in a world ruled by the Mullets.

- Wait, what's a mullet?

- Not what.

Who.

Hanson, Branson,

Danson, and Smith,

four mean and nasty

hockey players

known

for their mullet hairstyle.

Business in the front

and par-tay in the back.

- No business here.

Just par-tay!

- Anyway, the Mullets thought

ice dancing was lame.

- It's not lame.

It's super lame.

- It's not even a sport.

- You sound like the Mullets.

In fact, you four kind of look

like they did back in the day.

Let me take you back

to that day.

It was the 1990s.

Just like today,

except phones weren't smart,

but people still were.

[rock music]

- Yeah!

- Mullets in the house!

[all cheering]

- Can I get my check please?

- I'll give you a hockey check.

Ha-ha!

- [grunts]

- What is this?

- Hey!

Why is our table dirty?

- Ah, hockey sticks.

Waitress!

- Sorry, I'll take care of it

right away.

Ooh.

Hi.

- Tables in here

used to be clean.

- I can't stand a dirty table!

- Only thing worse

than a dirty table

is a dirty ice dancer!

[laughter]

You haven't seen any,

have you?

- Oh, no, believe me.

You Mullets would be

the first to know

if I saw any ice dancers.

- Dirty!

Ice dancers.

- Right.

- Dirty,

dirty ice dancers.

- Hear that?

She threw in an extra "dirty."

She's all right.

all: Yeah!

- Guess those dirty ice dancers

know better

than to show their dirty

ice-dancing faces around here.

- Well, if they ever do,

we're gonna open up

a big can of Mullet justice!

all: Yeah!

- Mullet justice.

Your table's ready.

- Tom?

- What?

- What if those mullets find out

we're ice dancers?

They'll turn everyone

in this place against us.

We'll lose our jobs.

You'll probably lose some teeth.

[both gasp]

The nationals are on TV.

You need your pearly whites.

- I do have beautiful teeth.

- [sighs]

- I don't care

what those Mullets think.

We will not skate

in the shadows anymore.

I am a winner.

- [gasps]

Oh, Tom, your foolishness

is only outdone by your talent.

- I swear

on our practice skates,

someday we're gonna break free

of this place

and open our own

ice dancing café.

[exclaims]

Because this

should never have to hide.

- [gasps]

- Just like me,

the patty stuck the landing.

Order up!

- Wow.

They were so brave.

- Brave?

They were playing with fire.

- And the whole time,

no one knew they were

"you-know-what's"?

- Ice dancers.

- [laughs nervously]

Are lame!

Grr!

- Yes,

they were playing with fire.

But when you play with fire

too long, you get burned.

- Ice dancers!

both: Aah!

- We don't want any trouble!

- We just want to be free

to skate our way too.

I mean, isn't there enough room

on the ice for everybody?

- No! Hockey rules.

Ice dancers drool.

- [screams]

- We don't tolerate ice dancers

in here.

- My daddy never did.

His daddy never did.

His daddy's mama did,

but she was a progressive woman.

Anyway, it's just the way

it's always been!

- You know what?

We should build a wall

around this place

to keep you ice dancers out!

- We don't have the money

for that.

- Doesn't matter.

We'll make the ice dancers

pay for it.

- Yeah!

all: Mullets!

Mullets! Mullets!

- Can't we all just skate along?

- The wall just got

10 feet taller!

- Boom!

all: Mullets! Mullets!

Mullets!

- You better run.

You don't want

any of that Mullet justice.

- Why are you helping us?

- Because I was once young

and in love and had dreams

of ice dancing too.

- Oh!

- [grunts]

- Go on!

Get!

[both exclaiming]

- Whoa, whoa, whoa,

so they just ran out of there?

- If you let me finish--

- What about their dreams

of winning the nationals?

- Can I just finish?

- You were in love?

- I have other customers.

- Who paid for the wall?

- I'm just gonna finish.

Tom and Anne were able to duck

under a table and hide...

[all chanting "Mullets!"]

- Tom, the only way to calm

that angry mob

is to stand up to those Mullets.

I mean, they're just kids.

- There's four of them, Anne,

and they're crazy!

Just promise me

if we ever have kids,

we won't have four.

- Ugh, promise.

- Where'd they go?

- Just in case we don't

make it out of here,

there's something I want

everybody to know,

or at least anybody

who climbs under this table.

- [grunts]

- [exclaims]

- Well, what do we got here?

- [laughs]

- "Tom loves Anne"?

- [gasps]

You do?

- [chuckles]

- I love--

- Knock it off!

This is a hockey hangout.

There's no love.

- Yeah.

We may hug after a goal,

but there's no love.

- Now, are you gonna

get up and leave

on your own?

- Or are we gonna have to

check you outta here?

- We're going!

- Oh, no.

You go.

The skates stay.

- Now scram, Brace Face.

- But--

- He said "Scram, Brace Face."

Come on.

- Okay.

I just, um--

I left the stove on.

all: Get out!

- And we never want to

see your kind in here again!

Ha!

all: Mullets! Mullets!

♪ ♪

- Remember, they never wanted

"to see our kind

in there again"?

So we'll just go in there

as their kind.

- I can't see anything

under this helmet,

but going undercover

to Check Please just might work.

- Yep, we'll just waltz in,

grab the skates, and waltz out.

- Waltz, Tom?

- Oh, dang it, Anne.

I just can't hide

my true nature.

- Mae, are you hiding?

- No.

[giggling awkwardly]

- Okay, well, we're about to

get on the road.

Do you know where

the kids are?

- No.

[giggling awkwardly]

Okay, fine.

Here's the truth.

- ♪ La, la, la, la,

la, la, la, la ♪

- ♪ Hey ♪

- ♪ La, la, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

- Wow, I can't believe

how mean those Mullets were

to Mom and Dad.

- I can't believe

I ate all those wings

and a burger.

Mm.

[groans]

But what about the skates?

What happened to the skates?

- Oh, I don't want any trouble.

If you really must know,

ask them.

- Mullets in the house!

- [laughs]

[half-hearted cheers]

[laughs]

[both grunt]

- Wow, that hair really is

a party in the back.

- They don't look so mean.

Maybe they've changed.

- Our table's dirty!

[laughs evilly]

- Or maybe they stayed

the same.

- Nothing worse

than a dirty table.

- Except dirty ice dancers.

- Yeah.

[both laugh]

- Ooh, guess we'll grab

some waiting wings.

[all laugh]

- Pfft.

Ice dancing.

Lame.

- Super lame.

- Not even a sport!

- How can something that's done

on the ice be so uncool?

- Whoa.

They sound just like us.

- We never said that.

- We said exactly that.

About Mom and Dad.

- Well, not in a mean way.

- What other way is there?

- Look,

I hate to say this, guys, but...

we're exactly like

those Mullets.

- I don't see it.

- Maybe we should

forget about the skates.

- No.

We're still getting the skates,

but not to keep them

from Mom and Dad.

To give them to Mom and Dad.

They had a dream,

and we're gonna make

that dream come true.

- Yeah.

- Let's do it.

- It burns!

- Wipe it off.

- But I'm not done.

Mmm. Mmm.

[upbeat music]

- These L.A. Kings crabs

are great.

I love food

that comes with a hammer.

[all laugh and grunt]

- Wow, I cannot believe it.

You guys are the famous Mullets!

- Is it true you guys once ran

a dirty ice-dancing duo

out of here?

- Sorry, you're gonna have

to be more specific.

- Yeah, 'cause we've

run countless

dirty ice-dancing duos

outta here.

[all laugh]

- Well, these two worked here

and--I can't believe

how awesome this is--

but supposedly,

you stole their skates?

all: Oh yeah.

- That must have been

beautiful.

- It wasn't terrible,

and don't touch me.

- So what did you guys do

with those skates?

- We put them

in the perfect spot

to remind ice dancers

of their place in the world.

- [laughs evilly]

- Yup, for the last 20-odd years

they've been in the men's room

holding the toilet paper!

[all laugh]

- Hey, we should go

check out those skates!

- Let's do it.

- Yeah.

- Good, 'cause those

Detroit Red Wings

and that Calgary

Flame-broiled burger

are headed for a shoot out,

if you know what I mean.

[all laugh]

- Oh, I get it, man.

- What does he mean?

both: I don't know.

- All right,

let's get out of here.

Wait, why didn't you

take the paper off?

- We have no idea

how they got it on!

- Let's just go.

- Nice meeting you guys!

all: Dicky!

- Nice meeting you, too.

Hey, what are you doing

with our toilet skates?

- Run!

- Hey!

- Somebody stop those brats!

- Get outta there!

- Oh, here we go again.

- Hey, check it out.

"Tom loves Anne."

This is their table!

- You've got

till the count of three.

One!

- What are we gonna do?

- We're gonna use the thing

they hate most against them.

- Three!

- All right, hand 'em over.

- No.

These skates aren't yours.

They belong to our mom and dad.

You may remember them as

the waitress and Brace Face.

The dirty ice dancers.

- [gasps]

That makes you

the spawn of dirty ice dancers.

- And proud of it.

- [gasps]

Ice dancing is one of the most

hard-core sports there is.

[all laugh]

You think you gotta be tough

to play hockey?

Check this out.

[Tchaikovsky's

"Waltz of the Flowers"]

[both scoff]

- Nicky...

♪ ♪

- Ooh, look.

They're gonna impress us

with your fancy spins?

[grunts]

- Whoa!

- Dude, you just got decked

by a kid!

[grunts]

- Whoa.

You guys are pathetic.

♪ ♪

[grunts]

♪ ♪

- Looks like you're

all out of brothers.

This is gonna be fun.

- Yes, yes, it is.

- I need you guys

to settle down here.

- Aw, hockey sticks.

[grunts]

♪ ♪

Okay, let's get outta here!

- There any dirty ice dancers

in here?

- There better not be!

Or we'll check 'em

right out the door!

[grunts]

all: [distorted voice]

Wait!

[all gasp]

- I told 'em twenty years ago

to turn that stove off!

- [sighs]

What're we gonna do now?

- Well, it's not your skates,

but hopefully it'll do.

- You know what?

This table is even better.

- You're mom's right,

and the fact that

you used ice dancing moves

against The Mullets

makes it even sweeter.

[all chuckle]

- Dawn just chucked us

like rag dolls.

- I mean, what can I say?

I've got mom's strength.

- And your father's beauty.

- [laughs]

You know, maybe you were born

to be an ice dancer.

- Maybe I was,

and that wouldn't be that bad.

- Oh, and thanks for using

our ideas in the new café.

- Yeah, now we've got a café...

- Oh!

- That includes everybody.

- Yeah.

- all: Three, two, one!

- Come on in, everybody.

[cheers and applause]

[gasps]

- Oh!

Maia Shibutani?

- Alex Shibutani?

- Anne Harper?

- Tom Harper?

- The Shib Sibs!

- The Harp...ers.

- You guys are ice dancing

champions!

- Whoa, whoa,

you know our parents?

- Know them?

They're legends.

- And we wanted to check out

their new café.

- Let me ask you.

Would you eat a floor

if it were made of pizza?

- Heck yeah!

In fact, I've always dreamed

of ice dancing on pizza.

- This guy gets it.

- See?

I told you.

Ice dancers can be cool.

- Hey, can we show you

some of our moves?

Maybe you can use them

in your next routine.

- Yeah.

- Oh.

Nicky.

- [grunts and thuds]

- My easels!

- Everyone thinks it's so easy.

- Why does he have

three easels?

- Like I said,

this guy gets it.

- Still got it.

♪♪

- ♪ Na na na na na na

na na na na na na ♪

♪ Na na na na na na

na na na na na na ♪

[whistling]

♪ ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

- ♪ Yeah! ♪

- ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

- ♪ Yeah! ♪