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[upbeat music]

[knocking on door]

- Ooh, they're here.

- Who's ready for our

boys only sleepover?

all: Yeah!

[knocking on door]

- Who's ready for our

girls only sleepover?

all: Yeah!

- This sleepover's

gonna be awesome!

- Finally a night with just

us dudes, no girls.

all: No girls!

- This sleepover's gonna be

so much fun.

- Finally, a night with

just us ladies, no boys.

all: No...

boys?

all: Girls?

all: Mom!

- Tom!

- Anne.

all: Dad?

- Oh!

Oh, hey, hey. Hey, everybody.

What's going on?

- Uh, Tom, by any chance

did you tell the boys

that they could have

their sleepover

on the same night

as the girls?

- Anne, please.

I'm a grown man.

I think I know

how to schedule things.

Dawn, when did I say

you could have yours?

- Tonight.

- And boys?

all: Tonight.

- I see.

- Tom, when are you

going to admit

that your mental calendar

does not work,

and you're gonna have

to start writing things down?

- I mixed up one little thing.

Why are you so dolled up?

- Uh, you also scheduled

our date night for tonight.

- Oh, I'm just kidding.

Heh. I'm dressed.

I'm just...Boulder cas'.

- Yeah, those are

my sweatpants.

- I see.

- I wish we could unsee.

- Can we please get back

to the sleepover problem?

We can't all stay

in the same house.

- Ooh, I'd like to make

a case for the boys,

since we need all of this room

to play our virtual reality

wrestling game.

- Yeah, we put on goggles

and gloves,

and it's like we're actually

in the video game.

- It's pretty cool.

- Sounds like the cool

part's virtual too.

- It's cool, okay?

- Well, we have plans too.

So who gets to stay?

- There's a perfectly mature

way to settle this.

First one to say dibs!

boys: Dibs!

- Boom.

- Yes!

- Dibs? Seriously?

- Let's not waste any more time.

We can just go to my house.

- Perfect. There definitely

won't be any boys there.

Why are we still

seeing boys?

- Sorry, just let me say bye.

- Bye, Miles.

- Bye, Mae.

- You hang up first.

- No, you hang up.

- No, you.

- No, you.

both: No, me!

[upbeat music]

- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na,

na, na, na, na, na ♪

[whistling]

♪ ♪

♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪

- ♪ Hey! ♪

♪ One, two ♪

- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪

- ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪

[upbeat rock music]

- Whoa!

[both grunting]

- Got him!

The Dentist is down!

- Now it's time to put

Big Bad Baby Boy to bed.

It's nap time.

- [grunting]

Baby Boy needs a bottle!

- Yes! We are the

Three Mask-eteers,

the terrible teenagers

of wrestling.

- I'm Stop.

- I'm Drop.

- I'm Roll.

all: We're on fire!

- Yeah, I don't see it.

- But I do see a perfect

dude night ahead.

VR wrestling, and then we get

to go to a real match later?

- You know, I wonder

what the girls are doing.

- Pbbf, probably something

lame and girly.

- Give me the offset

ratchet driver

with the carbon Phillips

head bit, stat.

- Flyin' in.

- Debbie's going to love this.

Aren't you, Debbie-Boo-Boo?

I could just eat

your cute little paws.

And a one paw,

and a two paw...

- Mae, if there's a three paw,

we will literally

stop building this right now.

- Sorry, but I just

love her so much!

- I wonder what

the boys are doing.

- Dumb, sweaty, noisy,

smelly boy stuff.

What else?

[all laugh]

- Hand me the princess-cut ruby

with the diamond inlay, stat!

And it is done.

This championship belt

will be awarded to the winner

of our VR wrestling tournament.

May the best man win!

Heavy, heavy...too many gems.

[thud]

- I can't believe we're gonna

get to see the real Dentist

and Big Bad Baby Boy tonight.

- And the real

Three Mask-eteers.

- [strained] A little help?

- I gotta show this to Mae.

- Hey, no more video chats

with Mae.

It's dude night.

- I'm just gonna send her

a quick pic.

- Fine, just one.

[camera shutter clicks]

- OMG. They're ridiculous.

- [laughing]

Yes, they are.

No more boys.

- I can't believe any of them

would think they could be

actual pro wrestlers.

- Especially Miles.

He couldn't even hurt a spider,

never mind win

a championship belt.

He's just a big ol' softy.

[all laugh]

[phone chimes]

- Voicemail sent.

- Uh-oh.

- Oh, no!

You just butt-dialed Miles

and left a message!

- Uh, well, don't worry.

You didn't say anything bad.

- Are you kidding?

I know Miles,

and me calling him

a big ol' softy

will definitely

hurt his feelings.

- Really?

- Yes!

Because he's a big ol' softy!

- Okay, okay, look,

I'll just call the boys,

and have them delete

the message on Miles' phone

before he can even listen to it.

No problemo.

[boys grunting,

phone vibrating]

- [sighs]

None of the boys are picking up.

They must be in the middle

of their game.

- No problemo, huh?

- Wait, hold on.

That's a good thing.

Since they're

in the middle of their game,

it gives me time to go home,

sneak in,

and delete the message

without them seeing me.

Problemo solvo...d.

- You should sneak in

through the doggie door

and crawl into the living room.

- Then pin 'em

to the ground

and do something

to their face!

- Or I could just use my key.

- Good idea!

Poke their face

with a key!

- Yeah, let's hold that

as a backup plan.

♪ ♪

- Anne, I figured out

how to make it up to you

for forgetting our date night.

I am going to cook you

a heartfelt, homemade,

romantic dinner.

- That's so sweet, Tom.

- Do we have any Beefaroni

in the freezer?

- Romantic, Tom.

- Oh, you know what

would be romantic?

- Not having

mini-bagel pizzas?

- No.

Finally sharing a piece

of our wedding cake.

- I'm sorry, Tom,

but I'm off cake.

Ever since your mother sent us

that awful anniversary cake...

[gagging]

I can't eat cake.

- It's our wedding cake.

It was made with love

and chocolate ganache.

- I don't know,

it's been in there 15 years.

I mean, are you sure

it's still good?

- Ah, of course, Anne.

Have I ever been wrong

about anyth...

It has ganache.

- Now, Dentist!

Do the face crusher!

- I thought we were doing

the face stomper!

- Just do something

to their face!

[boys grunting]

- Ugh, locked.

[phone ringing]

Miles' phone is locked.

Do you know the password?

- No.

But he loves my cat,

so try, "I love Debbie."

- No, nothing.

- Then he probably uses

his fingerprint.

- His fingerprint?

- Is that a problemo?

- No, no, no,

no problemo.

[chuckles nervously]

[groans]

[boys grunting]

[gasps]

Big problemo.

- ♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

- What are you do--

- Shh.

- Help!

[grunting]

- Sorry, but there's

an embarrassing message

from Mae on Miles' phone,

and I need you to help me

get his fingerprint

so I can unlock it and erase it.

- You know this is dude night,

so why should I help you?

- Because I'm your sister.

- Yes, but you're

still not a dude.

- Yeah, well Miles is

your friend; he's a dude.

- But you're still not!

- Listen, dude!

If Miles hears that message,

he's gonna get

really bummed out

and ruin your beloved

dude night.

- Oh, well you should've

led with that.

I don't want anything

to ruin dude night.

Now if you'll kindly

lower your key,

I'll go put him in a virtual

Mask-eteer drop, and...

you do whatever

you gotta do.

- Okay.

[boys grunting]

- I've got you in a virtual

Mask-eteer drop, Dentist!

Now it's time for you

to open up and say, "Ah!"

[both grunting]

- [grunting]

- Dudes are so weird.

[sniffing]

And smelly.

[phone chirps]

Yes! Got it!

- Yes!

I am the champion!

- [gasps]

both: Dawn?

- I am virtual.

- What was Dawn--

- Who was that--

[both grunting]

- What's going on?

- Why was Dawn here?

- She said--

- It's dude night.

She can't be here.

- Yes, but she said--

- There are time-honored

traditions

that must be followed.

- Like the freedom

to use the backyard

as a bathroom.

- Either of you have a key?

- Ooh, I always have

my journal key.

- Thanks.

Now listen!

Dawn came over here

to delete a message

that Mae accidentally left

on Miles' phone

that would've hurt

his feelings

and ruined dude night.

- [sighs]

Well, that's good,

because we wouldn't

want anything

to ruin that wrestling

match for us.

- You have a journal?

- Whoo!

Ooh, feeling the pain

after the vicious

virtual piledriver

I laid on you?

- No, Mae's cat Debbie

scratched me

when I tried to pet her

yesterday.

I do not like that cat!

- Not a word about this

to Miles.

- Definitely not!

- Yeah.

we all know how Miles

feels about Mae.

- I mean, I pretend to like

her, but I'm living a lie.

And, you know, I can't

tell Mae, 'cause I know

she'd be devastated if she knew

I didn't like her at all.

- Really?

Dude, this is huge.

- This is huge.

Miles doesn't like Mae.

- What were you guys

just doing in the closet?

- Uh...well, when you

think about it,

what are any of us

doing anywhere?

Will you excuse us?

- Well, that was a bombshell.

- I know. Ricky just made me

question our entire existence.

- No, not that.

About Mae.

What do you guys think

we should do?

- Well, I'll tell you

one thing we shouldn't do:

handle it ourselves.

- That's right.

- We're terrible handlers.

- Oh, maybe we should call Dawn.

She'll know how to handle it.

- Oh.

[phone ringing]

- Ugh, boys!

[ringing continues]

[groans]

What's up?

The closet? Why?

Oh, uh...

[chuckles nervously]

Eeh...

Nicky thinks

he left his, uh...

...corduroy cargo shorts

in the garage closet.

[chuckles]

Excuse me.

[chuckles]

Okay, I'm alone.

What's up?

- Wait, before we go

any further,

who wears corduroy

cargo shorts?

- Mostly boat owners

and men of leisure.

- Okay, can we forget

about the shorts?

What's going on?

- There's a problem

with Mae and Miles.

- Yeah, we've got trouble

in paradise.

- What does that mean?

- It usually indicates when

a couple is having trouble--

- Okay, I know what it means,

but what does it mean ?

- We just overheard Miles

tell Dooley

how he really feels

about Mae.

- Yeah, and let's just say

it wasn't so paradise-y.

- Why are you

telling me this?

Now I have no choice

but to tell Mae.

She's my best friend.

- Well, our other option

was handling it ourselves.

- You made

the right choice.

Did Miles say

anything else,

like why he's

feeling this way?

- Well, we didn't exactly

hear the whole conversation.

- Okay, well I can't tell Mae

unless I have more information.

I need you guys to figure out

why there's trouble in paradise.

Can you handle that?

- If we were good handlers,

we wouldn't have called you

in the first place.

- Just handle it!

- Hey, Miley-mi,

random question.

Not prompted by anything at all.

Earlier, when you said

you don't like her,

exactly why don't you like her?

- Well, I don't want this

getting back to Mae.

You know, you promise

you won't tell?

- No, of course not.

- Promise.

- Bro code.

- She's just so moody,

you know?

Sometimes I'm talking to her,

and she just walks away

to stare at birds

out the window.

- She does?

- That's weird.

- Ooh, a blue jay!

- Truthfully,

it makes me not even want

to be around her anymore.

- Will you excuse us again?

We're just gonna...yeah.

- Where have you guys been?

This closet's hot!

- You've been in the closet

the whole time?

- I mean, I ducked out

for a minute,

but there were

too many questions

about the cargo shorts,

so I came back in.

So what else did you find out?

- It's worse than we thought!

- Yeah, Miles doesn't even want

to be around Mae at all.

- "At all" at all?

[static crackling]

Like they're spending

too much time together?

[crackling continues]

- What? We can't hear you.

You're breaking up!

- Did you just say

they're gonna break up?

- Did she just say

they're breaking up?

- I can't believe Mae's going

to break up with Miles!

- I can't believe Miles

is gonna break up with Mae!

- I can't believe

we ate all this cake!

all: This is bad!

- [whistling]

- I got it.

- You got a signal?

- No, I know why

they call it a selfie.

Because you take it

with your cell phone.

- No, it's because

you take it of yourself.

- That would be a your-fie.

[scoffs]

Doofy.

- Poor Miles.

I wonder when Mae is going

to kick him to the curb.

- Probably next time

she sees him,

so we should tell him before

we go to the match tonight.

- No, we can't!

If we tell him,

he'll be bummed out

about Mae breaking up with him,

and it'll ruin dude night.

- Yeah, what good friends

would do is not tell him

until after dude night.

- So we should be good friends

and leave for the match now

so that Mae can dump him

after dude night's done.

- Miles is lucky to have us.

- We're really good dudes.

- I told you!

There's 27 coats in there!

- Psh, whatever.

- They argue about

the weirdest stuff.

- Well, fellas,

we should head out.

- We still have a lot of time.

- Not as much as you think.

- Mom! Dad!

Can you take us

to the wrestling match now?

- Ugh! I think we ate

too much cake, Anne!

- I think it turned, Tom.

15 years is too long!

- Well, how do we get

to the match?

- Cab!

- We don't have enough money

for a cab!

- [gagging]

Bus!

- [whistling]

- Nice work.

This is gonna be

perfect for Deb--

What the heck?

- Sorry, it's just that

I have some bad news.

My brothers told me that

there's trouble in paradise.

- Miles is breaking up

with me?

- Wow, I was really hoping the

whole trouble in paradise thing

would kind of ease us

into it, but yes.

- Why?

- See, I'm not sure.

All I know is the boys

overheard Miles telling Dooley

that he doesn't want

to be around you anymore.

- Doesn't want to be around me?

I am delightful!

- Yes, you are!

- And as cute

as a basket of kittens!

- Even cuter!

- If Miles doesn't want

to be around me,

I don't want to be around him!

I'm gonna break up with him!

Will you come with me?

- Of course I will.

Yeah, let's hold that

as a backup plan.

♪♪

- Can you smell that, boys?

That's the smell of sweaty men

and churros.

- Do you see it now, Miles?

- Ugh, Ms. Purr-fect.

A cat is the last thing

I want to see right now.

You know, I was finally

starting to forget

about Mae's cat, Debbie.

- What do you have

against Debbie?

- Oh, I don't know.

Just all the things

I've been talking about

all day.

- So when you said she scares

you, you meant Debbie?

- Yeah.

- So when you said you

didn't like her at all,

you meant Debbie?

- Yeah, who else would I mean?

- Nobody.

- Beats me.

- Definitely not Mae.

- Oh, there's our seats.

Time to dude up

and suit up.

You think that hurts?

Waaaah!

[all cheering]

- We really messed up.

We need to call Dawn

and tell her before--

[rock music]

[cheers and applause]

- Um, what's going on?

- Look.

It's the Three Mask-eteers.

Get ready to get rattled!

[rattling]

- We have our masks on.

They must think we're

the actual Three Mask-eteers.

- You think?

- Um, Mr. Wrestler sirs...

and madam,

there seems to be

a little misunderstanding.

- We're not

the actual Mask-eteers.

- Totally not.

- I may be a big baby,

but I'm no dummy.

- You're about to get

cat scratch fever.

[hisses]

- Get ready to gingi-fight-us!

- Ah, go! Go, go, go!

[yells]

- [gasps]

- Now do you want

to do this the easy way

or the hard way?

- What's the easy way?

- We pick you up by the head,

we spin you around,

and we throw you into the ring!

- And what's the hard way?

- Making me angry by asking me

what the easy way was first!

[together]

Get in the ring!

[cheers and applause]

[all cheering]

- [gasps]

Keep them busy

while I call Dawn.

- Oh, yeah. Sure.

That'll be easy!

- Waaah!

- You know what?

I won the VR wrestling match.

I think I can take 'em.

- Wha--

- [grunts]

[yelling]

Oh, no.

[grunts]

[strained]

I guess I can't take 'em.

- Where are the guys?

- I don't know, but they're

missing all the action!

- Nicky, catch this!

- Oh no! Looks like your phone

fell in the litter box.

- Bad kitty!

- Time to put you in

a lock-a-bye cradle hold.

- Bad baby!

If by any chance

you plan on throwing me,

could you possibly throw me

in that direction?

- Good night, moon!

- [screaming]

[cheers and applause]

- Hey, guys. It's me, Nicky!

There's something I need

to explain to you!

- [grunting]

What we overheard Miles

say earlier wasn't about Mae,

it was about...Debbie!

- Debbie was the one Miles

doesn't want to be around.

He really doesn't

like your cat!

[thudding, all groan]

- [chuckles]

Well, that's a relief.

At least we know Miles doesn't

want to break up with you.

Just your cat.

- Just my cat?

You don't like Debbie?

My Debbie?

- Uh-oh.

[grunts]

[all groaning]

- I'm sorry about

all this, Mae.

I really need to learn how to--

- Stay out of other

people's business?

Communicate better?

Buy your dad a calendar?

- Yes, all of those.

So are you and Miles

gonna be okay?

- Yeah, I can't stay mad

at that big ol' softy.

- [groans]

Sorry, Miles.

This is all our fault.

- We probably should've told you

about Mae earlier.

- We just didn't want

to ruin dude night.

- Are you kidding?

Best dude night ever!

[cheers and applause,

boys yelling]

- [laughing]

- Yeah!

[all cheering]

[all exclaiming and cheering]

- ♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

- ♪ 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! ♪