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♪ Na na na na na na na na ♪

Tobie: Welcome to Just Roll With It!

(theme music playing)

(shouting and cheering)

♪ Na na na na na na na na ♪

Two, three! Just roll with it! ♪ Just roll with it! ♪

(bell ringing) (children cheering)

♪ Na na na na na na na na ♪

(audience cheering)

Tobie: Ha! Whoo! Whoo!

Welcome to Just Roll With It!

(audience cheering)

We have a super packed show this week,

so we hired an auctioneer to walk you through the rules

really quickly.

Hello and welcome to Just Roll With It!

This is the show where you, the audience, gets to vote

on what happens to Owen, Byron, Rachel and Blair in scenes.

And you do that when you hear this sound.

What sound? This sound. (foghorn blares)

That's right, folks! When you hear that sound,

you grab the remote attached to your seat and vote.

Not once, not twice, but three times!

And no matter what happens to Owen, Byron, Rachel, and Blair,

they'll have to... All: Just roll with it!

Sold! To the beautiful audience right in front of me!

Have a great show!

(audience cheering)

♪ Na na na na na na na na ♪

Help! Everyone get down here!

We have an emergency!

Emergency! Emergency! Everybody remain calm!

I got this!

I have enough supplies for two weeks

and new identities for everybody!

Rachel, this is insane.

Besides I don't want to be named Doug.

Everybody calm down. Blair, what's going on?

The worst thing that could possibly happen,

I have a huge essay due tomorrow

that I don't want to do!

So we need to figure this out as a family. Ahhh!

Blair, that is not a real emergency.

You guys never saw these. Okay?

I'm going out back to the burn barrel.

(sighs)

So, what's the assignment? I have to...

"write a short story about something memorable

that happened to you and your family."

Well, it just so happens

that I'm a bit of a raconteur.

Mom, Owen's doing the thing

where he makes up words at me!

That's not a madeup word, honey.

Raconteur is a thing.

Oh yeah? What does it mean?

(stammers)

It's, it's, it's when, em, uh, uh...

when you have a rack and

Yeah, it means storyteller!

I was just about to say that.

And I've got millions of stories to tell.

In fact, do you remember the amazing time...

(panting)

Owen Blatt!

You know the Code of Conduct better than anybody.

No running in the halls!

But Mr. Penworth, if I don't get this book back

to the library by 5:00 p. m.,

it'll be overdue and go on my permanent record!

Owen, you silly goose. It's five minutes to 4:00!

You forgot yesterday was Daylight Saving Time!

(laughs)

Holy smokes, you're right! I still have another hour!

Mr. Penworth, if you need me,

I'll be in my happy place,

reading alone in an empty classroom!

(humming)

(laughing)

I mean,

you can't make this stuff up!

Ooh, you guys remember that?

Why would we remember that?

It only happened to you.

Yeah, but also, beyond that, the story was bad.

Like, extremely uninteresting.

I'm mad right now at my own son.

If you're looking for memorable stories,

I got a humdinger for ya.

You guys remember the time that weird butler came to work for us?

Now that is an adventure none of us will ever forget.

Owen/Blair/Byron: Hmm.

So you're telling me instead of bonuses this year...

Our boss, Sir Liam Gooch, is giving us our own butler,

and he's gonna be here any minute!

His name is (foghorn blares)

(audience cheering)

Oh!

Announcer: All right, audience,

it's time to vote. You decide.

Who was the family's butler?

I, I have no idea what's gonna happen.

The scene will play through

with the dialogue you rehearsed. Okay.

The butler is gonna be a little different.

(snorts) Okay.

Announcer: And let's get back

to the scene. Woman: Action!

Our boss, Sir Liam Gooch, is giving us our own butler,

and he's gonna be here any minute! His name is

(doorbell rings)

(audience cheering)

A ghoulish good evening to you.

I am your new spooky undead servant.

Crouch Creeperson.

(bell dings) (audience cheering)

You guys mind if I take our manservant for a spin?

Crouch Creeperson, do my homework!

I think you're confusing butlers with robots, honey.

Everybody knows butlers don't do homework.

Oh, on the contrary, madam, you're dead wrong. We do.

Uh, a mad scientist's project for the upcoming science fair,

if you please. Oh, I please, all right.

Holy cow! How'd you do that?

Well, it is a haunted suitcase, Master Byron.

Uh, Crouch Creeperson, make me a snack.

Coming right up. Uh, what have I got for you.

Ah, here we go. Huh, frightening fish

on a petrifying pyramid. Savor its delectable juices!

Sorry. No, Owen, uh, you can't eat that.

You, you're gonna spoil your dinner.

Ehh, it's just an appetizer.

Ddo you see what you're doing here, Crouch Creeperson?

You're making it kinda hard to parent.

Right, Byron?

Do me next, Crouch Creeperson!

Do a butler to me! No. Okay, that's enough. Music!

♪ Have no fear, my little ghoul ♪

♪ I'll make your family look cool ♪

♪ Just kick back and relax, your life's a dream ♪

♪ Because a spooky undead servant ♪

♪ Is cleaning up your mess ♪

♪ Cleaning up your mess ♪

♪ Cleaning up your mess ♪

♪ Because a spooky undead servant ♪

♪ Is cleaning up your mess ♪

♪ That's why your life is a wreck! ♪

(audience cheering)

Oh, uh, uh, this is my broom.

Uh, Owen, come here.

I need you to sing a verse,

try to get this, this broom

to sweep the whole house!

Owen: Okay, uh, let me get on beat.

♪ Hey, broom, wake up from your beauty sleep ♪

♪ Because it's time to clean and sweep ♪

(stammering)

♪ I like your googly eyes ♪

♪ And I'll give you a prize ♪

♪ If you clean and sweep this whole house ♪

Yeah!

(cheering)

Um...

Oh, look what you've done.

That singing was dreadful.

(all screaming)

Owen: Oh! Whoa, whoa, whoa, wow! Ha ha!

Dancers: Ho!

Crouch: All right, family, go on out there.

Dance! Dance! Dance!

All right.

♪ Here's a spooky undead servant ♪

♪ That's cleaning up your mess ♪

Byron: Clean it up. ♪ Cleaning up your mess ♪

Byron: Clean it up. ♪ Cleaning up your mess ♪

♪ Because a spooky undead servant ♪

♪ Is cleaning up your mess ♪

♪ Your entire life's a wreck ♪

(audience cheering)

Back, back to your sarcophagus.

Leave the light on for me.

Whoa! Whoa!

Yes, my dancers were magnificent

as usual, but you, you were terrible.

It was so bad I'm going to fetch my magic amulet

and turn all of you into undead souls.

Crouch: Where is it? Down here.

It must be down here somewhere.

Yup. Look a little deeper. (Crouch screaming)

(audience cheering)

Pack your bags, Creepy Creeperson.

(cheering)

Byron: Ohh!

Owen: That was like the farthest thing from my mind,

that we would be performing and dancing and singing.

It was amazing.

People, these stories are lameville. I need bangers.

Well, if you're looking for a memorable thing that happened to us,

why don't you write about Banjo, the family dog?

Yeah.

Now that's an adventure we'll never forget.

(sighs)

Rachel: You're right! There's nothing in the Ohio

Radio Regulations rule book that says a dog can't be a DJ.

Yes! Come on, Banjo! It's time for your radio debut!

Sorry, I'm late!

Hey, today I thought we could talk about

this cool machine thingy I bought online.

Sorry, Gator! Banjo's gonna sidekick with me today.

Hope that's cool. I'm being replaced... by a dog?

Why does this keep happening to me?

And we're on the air!

We're gonna try something a little different today.

My dog Banjo is sitting in with me

to take questions from the folks at home.

So welcome to...

♪ Byron and Banjo in the morning ♪

(woof)

We have our first caller on the line. Brad from Barberton,

what do you need advice on today?

Brad: Hi, um, this question is for Banjo.

I haven't been getting along with my wife lately,

and it's a real problem. What do I do?

(barks)

Brad: I guess you're right.

I never thought about it that way.

Wow. I think I love my wife again.

Thanks, Banjo!

I'm naming our next kid after you!

(woof)

And we'll be right back after a word from our sponsors.

Byron, you were so right!

The ratings are going through the roof!

People love Banjo!

And there's much less slobber on the console than usual!

(woof) Yeah.

I know, Banjo. That's right.

This is the best day we've ever had!

This is the worst day we've ever had!

(maniacal laughter)

Sorry, fam, but being Byron's sidekick means a lot to me.

And I couldn't let Banjo take that away.

Those brain scramblers will reprogram

your thoughts and emotions

so that you love me again.

Now, I'm going to turn around

to fiddle with my evil machines here,

and I'm gonna trust you not to use that time

to plot against me.

Guys, quick. Now's the perfect time to plot against him.

This doesn't seem like Gator!

Maybe he accidentally brain scrambled himself!

That's why he's acting like a maniac!

Which means, if we zap Gator again,

it might reverse the reversal!

If only we could get these scramblers off!

I've got an idea.

Gator, you know we love you.

Just give us a chance to prove it!

Okay. (foghorn blares)

(audience cheering)

Announcer: Okay, audience,

you decide how Gator tests the family's loyalty.

I'm scared. What's gonna happen?

What if it's, he gives us a bunch of questions,

and if we get it wrong, he sprays something on us.

Rachel: Oh, that's a good...

So we're gonna start the scene

on Gator's new line.

Announcer: And let's get back to the scene!

Woman: Action!

Since you guys say you're my friends,

you can prove it by joining me for...

Gator's Game Night!

(audience cheering) Byron: Yeah! Ha ha! All right!

Today, you must solve my... Mystery Message!

(bell dings) (audience cheering)

Owen: All right!

If you can guess the hidden message on the screen,

you win, and I'll set you and your precious Banjo free.

You guys will take turns guessing letters.

And if the letter you guess is in the puzzle,

it will appear on the screen.

If it's not, you'll be punished.

Here is your one clue:

This is something I've been waiting to hear.

We can start with you, Rachel.

A letter from you.

Please. Uh, I'm gonna guess G.

Do we have a G? (bell dings)

We have a G! (audience cheers)

Okay, good, so I get to go home now? Absolutely not!

Byron? I'm gonna go with a T, Gator.

Do we have a T? (bell dings)

Hey! Rachel: Here we go!

Owen. A letter from you.

I, um, I, um, gonna guess a B.

A B from Owen. Is there a B?

(bell dings)

Whoo! Whoo! Blair.

I'm gonna guess an A.

(bell dings) Yeah!

Big guess! Big guess! Gator: Three A's!

Show me that O.

She's going with an O, everybody.

Is there an O? (bell dings) Rachel: Yeah.

Gator: Lot of O's. Lot of O's. Byron. A letter.

I'm going, I'm gonna play it safe

and I'm gonna go with an R.

An R. Is there an R?

Rachel: Yes. (bell dings)

Byron: Oh! Rachel: Yeah! Two R's.

Gator: Does anyone... Can I solve the puzzle?

Gator: ...wanna try and solve the puzzle?

Is it "Gator rules and Banjo drools"? Let's see.

(bell dings) (all cheering)

Gator: You won the game!

Now, you guys got it right,

but here's what would have happened

if you got it wrong.

(all screaming)

What is that? What is that? It's goop and...

Rachel: Oh! (Byron blows)

But, Gator, we got it right!

We got it right.

Yeah, I know, but this is what

I wanted to happen 'cause I'm mad at you guys.

Oh, that's cold!

(all shouting, indistinct)

Prepare to get scrambled!

(machine powering on) (electricity crackles)

Gator: Ah rats! I blew a fuse.

(clattering) (Banjo barking)

The power's back on! Banjo, zap him!

(grunting)

Whoa. You killed Gator.

(singsongy) Awkward!

(barks) No, Banjo! Too soon.

(groans)

Whoa! My head hurts. Maybe I should see a doctor.

I might have a percussion.

I think you mean "concussion," Gator.

But that was a pretty dumb thing to say,

which means, congratulations,

you're back to normal! Nice!

I want to say I'm sorry to everybody.

Especially to you, Banjo.

I'm not ordering brainscrambling machines

off the internet anymore!

(barks)

You can say that again, Banjo.

(all laugh)

(audience cheering and shouting)

Man, Banjo was a great dog...

until he got radicalized by the internet.

Byron, what are you talking about?

That was an insane story.

Absolutely none of that happened!

Oh yeah! It didn't. Oh, I have another one.

I can't believe I didn't think of this first.

You should write your story

about that time we all went to... (chuckles)

a certain big event. All: Huh?

I don't know what you're talking about.

You know, the one where we had

an important job to do? All: Huh?

I'm not following you.

Just initiate the flashback!

Okay, guys, here we go.

(foghorn blares)

(audience cheers) What? That was...

Announcer: All right, audience,

all week, the cast has rehearsed

a scene set in a museum.

We're throwing that out and turning the set

into a wedding hall

that the cast has never seen.

The cast also doesn't know that they're going to perform

a real wedding.

First, choose which cast member

performs the ceremony for our real life couple.

Now choose which cast member

will recite a poem in the wedding.

And let's get back to the scene!

Woman: Action! Okay, guys, here we go. Oh!

(Owen laughing)

What's wrong? Nothing is wrong.

I'm gonna roll with this. Good.

Well, you're here for the wedding...

Yes. ...of David and Rashae!

Of course. Byron/Blair: Yes.

Snootly: Yeah, they've been in love for years,

raised a beautiful family,

and decided they want to make it official

and get married. And, Byron,

you are going to officiate the ceremony.

(bell dings)

So, Byron, I'm gonna need you to just... Could you just...

(laughter) (audience cheering)

I just got chills. I'm about to cry.

I need you to sign this certificate.

Just sign right there. Rachel: Oh, it's real.

That's right.

Good, Byron. Very good.

Blair, so what I need you to do, love, is

go around here, there's a harp.

You see the harp around the corner?

You know I don't know how to play the harp, right?

Oh, you'll figure it out, love. Oh.

Is this for real? Is this for real?

Is this for real? Snootly: Yes, yes, yes.

You're doing wonderfully. Oh This is a real wedding.

(audience cheering)

Whoa! Byron: Oh my God! Ohh!

(strumming)

She's going for it.

That's my daughter on the harp.

All rise.

(Wedding March playing)

(mouthing)

(all laughing)

Before we begin the ceremony,

my son Owen will be reciting a poem about your love

for each other.

(laughter)

Aabsolutely.

Absolutely. Anything. (laughter)

Anything for this beautiful bride and groom. Am I right?

Yes! Yes. Owen: Yes!

Uh, there's a card for me, right?

No, it looks like. No.

It doesn't look like... Owen: Okay. All right.

Roses are red.

(laughter)

Violets are blue. Today is your wedding.

So say I do.

(laughter)

Um, when you kiss, please keep it clean.

'Cause this show is not PG13.

(laughter)

(cheering)

Yeah, this card just says start the ceremony,

so... there's no, there's no words. And, uh, yeah,

I wanna get this perfect, y'all. Um...

'Cause this is a...

I just wanna talk about recipes as in love, y'all.

You, um...

In any relationship, you will get oil burns.

(laughter)

Uh... but they're gonna heal. Uh... Whoo!

You gotta watch the pan and keep on cooking.

That's right.

(laughter)

Uh, may I have the, may I have the rings?

It's, it's nice rings. These are beautiful.

Y'all must be doing well, right?

(laughter)

Do you, David... take Rashae...

to love and to hold and to be your wife,

um, for ever and ever? I do.

Do you, Rashae, take David to love and to hold

and to be your husband,

uh, and promise to just roll with it...

(laughter) ...from here on out? I do.

Then, by the power vested in me by the state,

I now pronounce you husband and wife.

You may kiss each other.

Hey. Oh.

(barks)

(cheering)

Yeah.

(Wedding March plays) David: Oh!

Byron: Hey! Give it up!

David and Rashae just got married!

(cheering)

Yeah!

(laughter)

I guess that's why they call it The Big Apple!

(all laugh)

What does that even mean?

That has nothing to do with the story!

Why are you all laughing?

Show some respect and laugh

when your father makes a joke, Owen.

(forced laughter)

Big Apple!

That's one of your best ones. Like that?

That story was okay,

but it's just not interesting enough

to be the story that I write up for class.

This town is so boring.

I just wish something cool would happen around here.

Guys! There was an explosion at the taffy factory downtown!

There is taffy everywhere!

I had to dig myself out using only my hands.

The good news is I made it out.

The bad news is I think my body disagreed

with the taffy chemicals.

Rachel/Owen/Blair: Whoa! Byron: Ooh! Don't worry!

I went to the doctor.

She told me I was okay.

Ehhh. I think I'm just gonna do Owen's story

about the library book. Oh yes! Good choice. And that's our show!

You've been a great crowd!

♪ Na na na na na na na na ♪ Bye.

(audience cheering)

♪ Na na na na na na na na ♪

♪ Na na na na na na na na ♪

♪ Na na na na na na na na ♪

(theme music playing)

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