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- This heat wave is brutal.

It is way too hot outside.

- I call fridge.

- I call freezer!

- I call

my frozen underwear.

And all of you thought

I was stupid

when I put it in there.

Ah!

Underwear freeze!

Ow, ow.

Oh.

- Okay, if we are this miserable

in the spring,

imagine how miserable

we're gonna be in the summer.

- Actually,

I've been thinking about that.

If we save all of our

allowances, birthday money,

and couch coins,

we'll have just enough

to get an above-ground pool.

- I'm in.

- Me too.

- I'm out.

- What? Why?

- The smart thing for us to do

is buy fur coats.

- Wh--

- Who buys hot fur coats

in the summer?

- Nobody.

That's why they're cheap.

Who buys pools

in the summer?

- Everybody.

That's when you need them.

- Well, that's when

they're expensive.

If you guys wanted a pool,

we should have been talking

about this at Christmas.

But summer's coming.

This is prime fur coat time.

- Okay, we're not

doing that, right?

- Absolutely not.

- No way.

- Well, good luck getting a pool

without my share of the money.

- Dude, a pool

makes way more sense

than ridiculous fur coats.

- They're not ridiculous.

How come you guys never care

about what I think?

- We care.

In fact,

we're very concerned

about most of the things

you say.

- Okay.

You know what?

You convinced me.

all: Yes!

- I'm buying my coat.

all: What?

- Yup, one with

genuine fake fur

that goes from my chin

all the way down

to my ankles.

And around my sides

and completely up my back.

And my arms

will be covered in--

- We get it.

It's a coat.

- Maybe a fur coat

isn't the worst idea.

- Yes, it is.

It is literally the worst idea.

- Let's go in there

and talk some sense into him.

What's going on?

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- How did all these piles

get here?

- [sighs]

all: Whoa.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Na, na, na, na,

na-na ♪

- ♪ One, two ♪

- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na-na ♪

♪ One, two, three, four! ♪

♪♪

- Um, Dicky?

What are you doing?

- I'm piling things.

- Okay, follow-up question.

Why are you piling things?

- Whenever you guys

don't listen to me,

I pile things,

and it makes me not want

to push you to the ground.

- So, uh...

you want to push us

the ground?

- Yeah, whenever

I'm not piling things.

- Pile away.

- How long

has this been going on?

- Hmm, let me think.

[harp music]

- I think we should

all have greatfruit.

- First of all,

it's grapefruit, grape.

- And we're not

doing that, right?

- Absolutely not.

- No way.

- [groans]

[sighs happily]

And you still won't let me

call it "greatfruit."

- Because its name

is still "grapefruit."

- But there's no grapes in it!

And it's a great big fruit.

- Okay, can we just drop this

and go get our pool?

- No.

- Well, what if we let you

call it "greatfruit?"

- It's not about the fruit.

It's about you guys

not respecting my ideas.

You never listen to me,

and you only care

about what I think

when it benefits you.

- That is so not true.

[quietly] Nothing he ever thinks

benefits us.

all: Whoa.

- I never knew

he felt this way.

- I do.

- I can't believe

we annoyed Dicky so much

that he secretly piles.

- I can't believe Dicky

would rather have a fur coat

than a swimming pool.

- [sighs] I can't believe

Dicky's frozen underwear idea

worked.

[laughs]

I'm wearing a pair too.

Whoo!

- I found a way for us

to get our pool:

competitive sport stacking.

There's money to be made here.

Watch this.

[crowd cheering]

[whistle blows]

- [scoffs]

Dicky piles faster than that.

- Exactly.

With Dicky on our team,

we could win

one of these tournaments

and have enough money

for our pool.

- Well, we can't just ask him

to stack for money.

I mean, he already thinks

we only listen to him

when it benefits us.

- But this benefits him too.

He can get that ridiculous

summer fur coat.

- Hold on.

Sure, he can stack flowerpots,

but how do we know

if he can stack cups?

- There's only one way

to find out.

- Ask him?

- Trick him.

- Works for me.

- Who made this?

- I did.

- Well, it's garbage.

- What does it matter?

It's a fake stand.

It's only to see

if Dicky can stack cups.

- That is no excuse

for this swill.

I'm in charge now.

- What?

- So, Dicky,

we were just wondering

if you would like

to help us with...

this.

- Our old

lemonade stand?

Aren't we a little too big

for this now?

- Well, don't think of it

as our old lemonade stand.

Think of it

as a vintage pop-up juicery

that specializes

in hand-harvested

tree-to-glass

artisanal lemon water.

- Then why does the sign

say "Lemonade?"

- It's ironic.

- Well, whatever it is,

I'm not buying it.

- Nobody is.

That's the problem.

So we could really use

your opinion

on how to stack our cups

in an eye-catching way.

- Oh.

You mean like this?

- Okay, okay.

But can you quickly

unstack them?

- Okay, okay,

but can you stack them

and then immediately

unstack them?

- Why?

- Why not?

- I'll do it.

- Yes!

- That was so fast.

- What are you guys

talking about?

- Have you ever considered

stacking competitively?

You know, for money?

- Oh, well,

I've considered money,

and I have considered stacking

but never together.

Huh.

Nope, not for me.

- Come on, Dicky.

We could form a team.

- Yeah, the four of us.

- Why?

- Why not?

- I'll do it.

- Hey, Dicky.

How's the lemonade?

- Ironic.

- Can we get

two lemonades, please?

- Not here.

Here, you will have

hand-harvested

tree-to-glass

artisanal lemon water.

- Hipsters.

♪ ♪

- Wow, who knew sport stacking

was so popular?

[chuckles]

But some of these parents

take this way too seriously.

- I checked out

the competition, Tom,

and I think we have

a real chance here.

Call it fair, zebra!

- [laughs]

Okay, hon.

Reel it in.

That's Reverend Ames.

Okay.

Good luck, kids.

- We don't need luck.

We've got Dicky.

- And jerseys.

Check these out.

- "The Stackity Doo-Dahs"?

- Hey, I make the jerseys.

I choose the name.

- I would have gladly

made the jerseys.

♪ ♪

- Okay, this is a relay race.

First team

to finish stacking wins.

On your marks.

Get set.

Stack.

Yes!

[whistle blows]

- Stackity Doo-Dahs move on.

- Yes!

♪ ♪

- Yes!

♪ ♪

- Moving on.

- Yes!

♪ ♪

- Stackity Doo-Dahs win,

and they are

tournament champion.

[cheers and applause]

- Stackity Doo-Dahs!

In your faces, Count Stackulas.

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Yes, yes, yes!

Whoo!

- Yes, it's exciting.

Sorry, her hat's a little tight.

- Congratulations.

Here is your trophy

and your prize money.

See you all on Sunday?

all: Yes, Reverend.

- We're getting our pool.

The plan worked.

- Wh--what plan?

- Plan?

- Pssssh!

- What plan?

- Wait a minute.

You guys were just using me

to get your pool.

- No, it's not just our pool.

It'll be yours too.

- But I don't want a pool.

This is what I'm talking about.

You guys never listen to me.

Well, maybe you'll hear this.

- Wait.

No, you can't do that.

We all won that money.

- "We"?

I did all the work.

But don't worry--

you can still earn your pool

with your little lemonade stand.

- It is a vintage pop-up juicery

that specializes

in hand-harvested

tree-to-glass

artisanal lemon water!

- [sighs]

Hipsters.

♪ ♪

- ♪ La-la-la-la-la,

la, la, la-la, la, la ♪

- Here's a sentence

I never thought I'd say.

Two artisanal

lemon waters, please.

- I can't believe Dicky

took away all your prize money.

- It's okay. We're just gonna

have to make our pool money

the old-fashioned way:

with a hard day's work.

- That'll be $16.

- [spits]

- That was $4

you just spit on the ground.

- We get free refills,

right?

- Next!

- $8 for a lemonade?

That's driveway robbery.

- Don't worry, people.

The stack man's got you covered.

Lemonade's on me.

- Yeah!

- Whoo!

- That's right.

It may be hot and sunny out,

but I'm about to make it rain.

I'm just kidding.

That was all fake money.

I've got the real stuff

in my fur.

- How are you not sweating?

- Because I had enough money

to put fans in here.

[fans buzzing]

So for our next tournament--

- Wait. You want to enter

another tournament with us?

- Yup, got to keep it raining.

- But this time,

you'll give us

an even split

of the winnings, right?

- Nope, got to keep it raining.

- But we're a team.

We deserve our fair share.

- Yeah,

and if it wasn't for us,

you'd still be piling paint cans

in the garage.

- Yeah,

but if it wasn't for me,

I wouldn't be so rich.

- How about this?

If you don't give us

our fair share,

we're not gonna be

on your team.

- Whatever.

I can win that prize money

with anybody.

You three are on my team now.

- Cool. I want

to make it rain money.

- Let's go, new team.

We don't need this.

Let's go find

some more expensive lemonade.

- Go!

We don't need you!

We totally need him.

- No, we don't.

We just need to find

another stacker

who's as good as him.

Then we can win

and make it rain in his face.

- I'm in.

- Let's do it.

- Where are you going?

What about your hipster

lemonade stand?

- Oh, uh...

could you guys run it

for us while we're gone?

- Sure.

All right,

let's do this thing right.

♪ ♪

- Hi, my name is Tammy,

and I'm super excited

to try out for Dicky's team.

- Oh, Dicky isn't

on the team anymore.

- I'm out.

- That is the third person

to leave

because Dicky's

not on the team.

- Just to be clear,

Dicky is no longer on the team.

- What are we gonna do?

- You're gonna lose.

One, two...

- What are you doing here?

- Oh, we just came by

to check out the competition.

Too bad there isn't any.

- In your faces.

- One, two...

- Dicky!

I was just setting that up.

- Sorry, Dad.

Here's a little something

for your troubles.

- [sighs]

One...

two, three...

- Let me get those cups

for you, Mr. Harper.

- Thank you very much.

I appreciate it.

- It's useless.

We will never

find somebody

who stacks

as fast as Dicky.

- I think we just found

our new teammate.

- So, Sadie...

I didn't know you were

a sport stacker.

- Oh, no,

I don't stack anymore.

- Oh, why not?

- I don't know.

For some reason,

all the teams I was on

always fell apart.

- Was that "some reason"

that you didn't share your money

with your teammates?

- What?

No.

I don't stack

for the money.

I stack for the love.

- What a coincidence.

I mean, we stack

for the love too.

- Yup, that's us.

- All about the love.

So since we don't care

about the money either,

would you consider becoming

one of the Stackity Doo-Dahs?

- Yes!

And I love that name!

It's spunky and fun.

- [pointedly]

Thank you, Sadie.

♪ ♪

- Okay, you guys ready

to practice?

- Absolutely,

but just so you know,

we're not

the world's best stackers.

- Guys, don't worry.

Just do your best.

- Okay.

- Okay.

[cups clattering]

Stacking is all about the love.

And there's nothing I love more

than turning losers

into winners!

Now stack those up, losers.

- I'm sorry, Sadie.

Are you mad at us?

- Oh, heck, no.

I'm just embarrassed to be seen

in the same room as you, silly.

- Will you excuse us

for a second?

- I'm starting to think

the "some reason"

Sadie's teams didn't work out

was Sadie.

- I'm so sorry to interrupt,

but those cups aren't gonna

stack themselves, losers.

- Could you do me a favor,

Sadie,

and not call us losers?

It's very hurtful.

- So is my foot

halfway up your behind.

Which would you rather have?

- And we're stacking.

- Okay.

♪ ♪

- Okay, that's enough.

- Please don't kick us!

- The only thing

I'm gonna be kicking

is the other team's

patooties,

'cause you guys are winners!

- Yes!

High five.

♪♪

♪ ♪

- You guys ready to lose

the Get Stacky Invitational?

- You tell me.

- That's right.

We practiced.

- They were pretty good.

Should we have practiced?

I mean, I don't even know

what cup stacking is.

- Practice?

Practice?

You're--you're talking

about practice.

You've seen me stack,

and you're talking

about practice?

Practice?

I don't need practice.

[scoffs]

Practice.

[whistle blows]

I should have practiced.

- And the winner is--

- The...

Stackity Doo-Dahs!

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Mommy doesn't love you any less.

- And now it's time to present

the winning team

with their prize money.

- We did it!

We can finally buy our pool!

- Yes!

- Yes!

- There you are.

- I'd like to announce

that we will be donating

all of our winnings

to charity.

- [gasps]

all: No!

- What's wrong? You guys said

you weren't in this for the

money.

- We're not.

[weakly]

Just the love.

- Good, because the parish

is going to buy a new pool

with this.

♪♪

♪ ♪

- I can't believe

Sadie gave away

all your prize money

after Dicky took away

all your prize money.

- But at least a lot of people

are in line

for our artisanal lemonade.

- Yeah, how'd you do it?

- Easy. We stopped selling

your artisanal lemonade.

- And came up

with a new recipe:

lemon, sugar, water.

- One dollar.

- Okay, well,

thanks for running the stand

while we're gone,

but we'll take it back now.

- Sounds good.

We'll just take all the money

we made while we ran it.

- What?

No.

- We did all the work,

so we get all the money.

All yours.

- Oh, no.

The hipsters are back.

- Maybe you two

could open your own stand

at Mae's house.

- Hear that, everybody?

Mae and Miles are opening

their own stand.

- Yeah!

- Sweet.

- Sorry.

- Got to give the customers

what they want.

- How does this keep happening

to us?

- We are never going

to get that pool.

- Can I get a cup of lemonade?

- Uh, sure.

That'll be...

one dollar.

- Actually, I'm out of cash.

- Dude, why are you

sweating so much?

- My batteries died.

- I got an idea.

You know what might help

with your little

perspiration problem?

- A cup of lemonade?

- No, a nice cool pool.

- This is

what I'm talking about.

After all this,

and you're still trying

to trick me into doing

what you want.

- Trick you?

Pshhh!

Oh, here is the cup

of lemonade you wanted.

And drink this

while you think about the pool

we're not trying

to trick you into.

- You know what?

I don't want a cup of lemonade.

In fact, I don't ever want

to see another cup again.

It just reminds me

of how you guys are always

disrespecting me.

[sweat sloshing]

- Wow.

We really messed up.

- I know.

Maybe we have been

disrespecting him.

- And now

we've broken him.

- No, Mae and Miles were right.

All you do need

is lemon, sugar, and water.

This is delicious.

♪ ♪

- [slurps]

- Hey, Dicky.

Why are you drinking

from a plate?

- I told you

I was done with cups.

[slurping]

Why are you guys dressed

like that?

- Oh, well,

we're just showing off

our new fur coats.

- Pretty sweet, huh?

- Is this some kind of joke?

- Nope, we're just respecting

your opinion.

- Yeah,

you brilliantly suggested

we should buy fur coats

in the summer

because we'd get

a better deal.

- And we did.

- You didn't buy those.

Those are Mom and Dad's

old ice-dancing costumes.

And that's the toilet rug

from our bathroom.

And by the way,

sometimes I miss.

- Oh, I knew it was you.

- I know what you guys

are trying to do.

You're trying to get me

back on your team

so you can use me

to get your pool.

- No, this isn't

about the pool.

This is about you.

- It is?

- Look what we did to you.

We made you hate cups

so much,

you became

a plate slurper.

- [slurping]

Go on.

- And we're sorry.

The truth is,

we don't listen to you.

But we should.

- You deserve

our respect.

- I do.

[slurping]

- And from now on,

we're going to listen to you.

- [slurping]

- But you got to stop that!

- So you're really gonna

listen to me?

Like, if I want

to call it "greatfruit,"

you won't correct me?

- No.

- Call it whatever you want.

- Uh...

sure.

- Wow, you guys

really do care about me.

- Of course we do.

- Thanks.

And since I was kind of

a jerk there for a while,

I owe you guys something.

How about we go get that pool?

- Oh, no,

no more competitions.

- That's how

this whole thing started.

- Yeah, and you're

more important to us

than any pool.

- Actually, I had

another idea in mind.

- Wow!

Kids, I am impressed.

You really turned

this lemonade stand around.

What's your secret?

- Well, we added

a signature ingredient

to our recipe.

- Now it's lemons,

sugar, water...

- And a show.

[applause]

- Make it rain, Rickity Doo-Dah.

- Hey, where are

all my good pitchers?

- Uh...

No idea, Mom.

[laughs nervously]

- Where is she?

- I'm right behind you.

And I know where they are.

♪ ♪

- ♪ 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! ♪