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Tobie: Welcome to "Just Roll With It!"

(theme music playing)

(shouting and cheering)

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All: Just roll with it!

(bell ringing) (children cheering)

♪ Na na na na na na na na ♪

(audience cheering)

Whoo! Yeah!

Welcome to the show!

(cheering and applauding)

We've been getting a little bored

of delivering these intros

week after week, so...

(sings tuning note)

(singing operatically): We've decided to switch things up

by doing them opera style.

(chuckling)

(singing operatically): Welcome to "Just Roll With It."

(laughs) (cheers and applause)

(singing operatically): When you hear this sound...

(foghorn blares)

(singing soprano): Our voting audience gets to vote

on what happens to us

in scenes!

(audience cheering and clapping) (chuckling) Whoa!

(in normal voice): I took a couple lessons.

(singing soprano): Whatever happens,

we'll have to...

All (singing operatically): Just roll with it!

(audience cheering and clapping)

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I can't believe that all the school clubs are already filled.

It's gotta be a glitch. Club signups just went live.

There's a rumor going around school

that some kid paid a German hacker

to snatch up all the club spots.

Who would do such a despicable,

cruel and underhanded thing?

(shoes thud)

Oh, stop. You're making me blush!

Blair, why would you do something like that?

You hate clubs!

But you nerds love 'em.

It's called supply and demand, baby.

And mama's got all the supplies.

I'd be willing to give you some club spots

for the right price.

I accept all forms of payment.

But better act fast, 'cause word is out.

Mm, I'm not stooping to your level, Blair.

And neither will my fellow clubloving peers.

Some kid just dropped off a box of steaks

for a spot in photography club.

Wait a minute.

The deal was for New York strips!

And these are nothin' but lowly skirt steaks!

Send 'em back! You got it, boss!

Hey. Dutch Club has openings.

(huffs) But that's only one club.

You know I always partake in seven clubs.

It's why I carry a seven of clubs!

♪

(sighs) Closeup magic club, spring 2019.

But if I'm not in seven clubs,

I'm not sure if that joke will work anymore.

Honestly, I'm not sure if that joke ever worked.

Guys, focus up.

I got the club spots, and you want 'em.

Blair, you may think you've won.

But I have one more trick up my sleeve.

Tattling. Dad! Rachel!

Mom, he's lying!

Blair's being a club hog!

Kids, we're working in here.

(thunking) Blair got a hacker to steal

all the club spots at school.

Blair, what have I told you about talking to Ungar?

No Bitcoin for a month.

Mom!

She's trying to sell all the club spots

to kids who couldn't get any.

I'm set to make bank!

And I'm not doing anything wrong.

It's a victimless crime.

There are clear victims, here.

Uh, me. Kyle. The kid with the steaks.

All victims.

Talk amongst yourselves.

This is a classic sinkorswim parenting moment.

Hold up. I've been reading this new book on power parenting

that Owen gave me for Father's Day so I could be a better dad.

Let's see.

Potty training, dealing with bullies,

saving for college

This book is worthless. Thanks for nothing, Owen.

I have an idea. Okay.

Blair, you're not selling those clubs.

Booyah. Power parenting!

You are doing every single one of them,

or your allowance is cut off.

Owen and Blair: What? Ooh, it's goin' down!

That's so not fair!

I can't do all these clubs! I have a life.

And I don't! Those clubs give me purpose.

I can't only do Dutch Club.

I'm fueled by my seven club energy.

♪

I'm taggin' in. I'm taggin' in. Let me do a parenting.

Owen, you take on so much every semester.

Let's see what happens

when you invest all that seven club energy

into just one club.

So you're only doing Dutch Club, and that's final.

Booyah. (makes exploding noise)

You just got parented, son.

(audience cheering and clapping)

♪

(sighs) So this is it.

My extracurricular.

Singular. Hey, I'm just glad we scored a club together.

And word in the halls is,

they found a reallife Dutch dude to run it!

Goedendag, kinderen!

Mr. Penworth, you're Dutch?

One point eight percent!

At least according to a DNA test I took at the mall.

Anyway, I went to a mixer

for Dutch people last weekend,

and I met the ambassador of Amsterdam.

Whoa!

(singsonging): I love ambassadors!

Kyle, tell him. He really does.

You should see all the photos inside his locker.

(chuckles) And this is the best part.

I got him to agree to visit our school club presentation night!

What's club presentation night?

A night where clubs present things!

I figure I'll just have all the clubs do a presentation,

guilt the parents into going to it,

charge $5 a ticket, and them whamo!

I can finally afford to get my tips frosted.

When did you tell him this presentation was?

This Friday. (gasps) We have zero time.

We can't look like fools in front of an ambassador.

Mr. Penworth, teach us everything you know about Dutch culture.

These are traditional Dutch clogs.

Okay, what else you got?

Ugh, give me a break! I've only been Dutch since last Saturday.

If we're gonna put together a presentation

impressive enough for an international diplomat,

we need someone with real vision leading this club.

Someone who has what it takes to put education over fun.

Someone like Let me guess. You?

I accept the nomination.

Kyle, get started on some windmill research.

Wendy, I need a collage of famous Dutchmen

from Van Gogh to... whoever else is famous in Dutch.

Hey, Carl? I need you to whip up a scale model

of the city of Amsterdam.

But keep it PG.

Aah, it's time to eat and sleep Dutch culture.

We've got an ambassador to make my best friend!

Now, people! Move! Move! (clapping)

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There's my little beekeeper,

and boxer, and rollerskater.

How was it? Awful.

Bees are just bugs that make annoying sounds

and stab people with their butt knives.

Fun. And how 'bout your other clubs?

Even (foghorn blares)

Oh! Let's see what they are.

Ha ha!

(laughing)

Ha ha!

Host: All right, it's time to vote on what club

Blair went to.

Director: So Blair is the only one in this next scene.

Aah! (laughing)

And we'll start the scene in the school gymnasium.

Surprise! You're gonna be, uh, putting on new wardrobe.

Surprise! Director: Okay, have fun!

Wardrobe change.

Host: Now, let's get back to the scene.

Director: Action.

Welcome to Extreme Body Slammers Wrestling Club.

(laughs)

For our first match, you will be wrestling...

Oh! Mr. Penworth: Tilda the Body Builda!

Yeah! Yes!

(crashes) (yells)

Someone is goin' down!

Rah!

There's no way she's in my weight class.

Um...

(yells) (Mr. Penworth yells)

(laughs) Tilda: Yes!

No, no, no, no. That's a no.

You're in my ring!

Are you really gonna body slam

an adorable little girl?

I don't see an adorable little girl anywhere!

That's just rude.

And... wrestle!

(bell dings) (audience cheers)

I'm small. I can crawl into small spaces.

What? Wha Huh?

Don't worry, Blair. I've got the ambulance on speed dial!

(Tilda grunting)

Ooh! Audience: Oh!

Oh, yes!

Oh, no!

Tilda: Aah!

I don't want to say Blair is outmatched,

but Blair is outmatched!

(audience laughing)

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah!

Oh, yeah! (grunts)

(audience clapping) (Mr. Penworth laughing)

(Tilda grunts) (audience cheering)

Audience (chanting): Blair! Blair! Blair! Blair! Blair!

(cheering)

(laughing)

(Tilda grunts, yells)

Yes!

Tilda's unhinged!

Inviting her to wrestle small children

in a beginner's club was a terrible idea!

Run, kids! Run!

Aah!

Blair: I really don't like this club!

That's great, Blair.

But I meant the other club.

(foghorn blares) (audience laughs)

Ramon (yells): Oh!

(all laughing)

Host: Okay, now choose what other club

Blair went to.

I literally stepped back onto set

in this outfit, about one minute ago,

and another foghorn already went off.

We're gonna start this next scene, and again,

Blair's the only one in the scene.

Ramon and Tobie: Yeah!

So they made her do two costume changes

in under a second.

I can't wait to see what the next thing is.

Host: And let's get back to the scene.

Director: Action.

Ha. Welcome to Clown Club, Blair.

(audience cheering and clapping)

The journey to becoming a great clown

begins with one small step.

Your nose!

Right. Yeah. Um...

You know, I think I make this look good.

Mr. Penworth: Hmm. (honks nose)

(audience laughs) What's your clown name gonna be?

What about Rainbow Hair Blair?

A little... on the nose.

Next up, squirting flowers!

Ooh!

Mr. Penworth: We'll do target practice.

We go on one. Ready?

One!

(grunting)

(grunts)

Ugh. Aah! Take that!

Aah!

(audience cheering and clapping)

Whenever your routine is not working,

put stuff down your pants.

It kills!

Like these. (audience exclaims)

Ooh!

And this is a routine I like to call

"Little Miss Popsicle Pants."

(Mr. Penworth giggles, snorts)

This is going a little slow.

All of these?

Oh No. All of these.

(gasps) Aah! Aah!

(laughing)

Oh, my gosh. This is really cold!

That's a lot of That's a lot of popsicles.

Not quite full yet. Blair: Oh, oh!

Full on Oh! Ooh! Mr. Penworth: Yeah! Ooh!

(shrieking)

Whoo!

Now, please do your popsicle pants dance.

(Blair grunts) (circus music playing)

(audience laughing)

Mr. Penworth: Now presenting Rainbow Hair Blair!

Well, I would call that a day full of

positive learning experiences. (laughing)

And after all of that,

there's this dumb presentation they're making us do.

So, I need a polo mallet, scuba gear,

and a pottery wheel by Friday.

This lesson is costing us a fortune.

Maybe she doesn't have to do all the clubs.

No, let's stick to our guns.

Power parenting.

(doorbell rings) Oh, that's Gator.

He said he had a flute Blair could borrow

for her jazz trap fusion club.

And that is not a flute.

Nope. I used my flute as a smoothie straw.

Now it's all gunked up, so I brought my old cello.

Let me tune the big gal up for ya.

You play that thing? Nah, noodled years ago.

I'd be surprised if I remember a single note.

(playing melodic, dramatic piece)

(melodic music continues)

So, why does Blair need this thing?

Ah, it's for one of her clubs.

We're power parenting. And it's working.

Look how focused Owen is.

(singing dramatically in Dutch)

(thuds) (huffs)

(speaking Dutch)

Probably just Dutch for "I love you, Dad."

It's a lovely language.

♪

Now, I feel like we still haven't topped this idea.

Owen gives a long, but thoughtful speech.

It just feels right.

Of course, this is a team effort,

so if anyone has any other ideas, I'm all ears.

Ooh! Me! Ooh. Pick me!

Mr. Owen. Mr. Owen, please pick me! Okay, okay.

Is it the clogging idea again,

because I already put it in the "maybe" category.

(huffs) Uh, Owen?

It seems like you're putting every idea

that's not yours under "maybe."

You know, I noticed that, too.

But I wasn't gonna bring it up. (chuckles)

Dude, can I talk to you for a sec?

Please keep working.

I love your enthusiasm, but...

I just think you're rubbing people the wrong way.

(chuckles) Kyle, I appreciate your concern.

I really do, but, uh, this club is nothing without me.

And these people know it.

All in favor of voting Owen out of Dutch club,

raise your hand.

Kyle, you, too?

Sorry, man. You're just drunk with power.

I'm not drunk with power!

I'm the only person who can save this club.

Me, I tell you! Me!

You'll regret this!

You'll all regret this!

Quick question: Can I still put this club on my college application?

(audience cheering and clapping)

Oh, my gosh. That was so much fun!

Guys, that was not real.

No one got hurt in the making of this TV show.

♪

Well, we got Blair to stick with all her clubs for a whole week.

Yeah, but we had to spend so much money on equipment

that we can only afford to send her to college

for like three days now.

You think Blair's going to college?

You're sweet.

Welcome, everyone.

And now, for our first presentation,

the ribbon dancing club!

(all applauding)

(upbeat dance music playing)

(clacks on floor)

Whoahohoho! (applauding)

Now, we still have 34 more clubs to get through,

so, without further ado, the French club!

(accordion music playing)

(bored sigh) Bonjour. La vie est la souffrance.

Or the English translation: Life is suffering.

And now, our 22nd club of the night!

Surrealist painting club!

(applauding)

What's with the deadeyed girl in every club?

Excuse me. That deadeyed girl is my daughter.

The unwritten rule of club etiquette

is a maximum of three clubs per student.

Well, our son usually does seven.

But not this time. No, you see,

we forced him to do just one club,

and we made our daughter, who didn't want to do any,

do 35 clubs.

You forced that poor girl to do all these clubs?

See, that's how trauma is born.

(dramatic music)

I am all clubs now!

Uhoh. We got a code red. I'm on it.

She's totally fine.

♪

(panting) We have...

one more presentation tonight. Rachel: Ugh!

Mr. Penworth: Now, we've saved the best for last.

(chuckles) Dutch club!

(light applause) But first,

and I can't believe he's here,

the ambassador!

(applauding)

Places, children. Places!

Wait!

The ambassador will first hear from me.

Owen BellamyBlatt.

Founder of the second, better Dutch club.

(gasps) The rare double Dutch club!

That's my boy!

The one who's gone rogue.

Go on, Owen. Show 'em we got one kid right.

We begin on a dusty, cobblestone street.

The year? 1648. (chuckles)

(yawning) Mr. Penworth: Psst! Owen!

Get to the good stuff. You're losing him!

Uh... Wwwait.

I'll just skip to the big finale!

(foghorn blares)

(screaming) (audience cheering and clapping)

Host: All right. Last vote.

What goes wrong in Owen's presentation?

Well, I mean, come on. Big finale.

Have fun, whatever it is. Have fun!

Have fun. You're on your own. Wow!

You're gonna read from a cue card.

And you'll do whatever that card says.

Host: Okay, let's get back to the scene.

Director: Action!

(laughing)

(chuckles)

Well, and now for my big finale!

(all cheering and clapping)

I will now become a human windmill.

Rachel: Okay. (audience laughing)

Behold my windmill!

Rachel: Yeah! Whoa! (applauding)

Yeah, it just starts, doesn't it?

It doesn't really give you a warning.

Uh, you may think that windmills were invented

by minigolf courses, but you're wrong.

It was the Dutch.

And this is starting to go very fast.

Uh, this is not the way I designed it.

It was supposed to be a nice Whoa!

(all exclaiming)

Owen: It was Whoa!

Wow! it was supposed to be a nice, smooth ride.

You know, windmills harness the energy of the wind.

Oh, and, uh, wind is nature's fart.

(all laughing)

(grinding, thudding)

Oh, that, that's not a good sound.

It's slowing down. There you go. (thunks)

Oh, no. No!

Oh! Whoa!

Reverse! Owen: Reverse!

(audience cheering)

(splashing) (all exclaiming)

(audience cheering and applauding)

That was your big finale?

Desecrating a windmill in front of the ambassador?

What do you have to say for yourself, young man?

I, I, I I'm sorry.

I, I was just trying to impress you, Mr. Ambassador.

Which is why we've also prepared a clogging routine.

That Owen helped with. I did?

Ooh, clogging. My favorite.

Cloggers unite!

Hey!

(whimsical music playing)

Byron: Whoo! Rachel: Yeah!

(audience applauding, cheering)

So, Mr. Ambassador,

thus concludes our performance.

What do you think?

I am just tickled pink.

I mean, really cool stuff.

I mean, just really neat.

Will you tell your countrymen about our performance

when you return to Amsterdam?

Return? I've never left Ohio.

I'm afraid to fly.

But wait. How are you the ambassador of Amsterdam?

No, no, no. You must have misheard me.

I am not the ambassador of Amsterdam.

I am the brand ambassador for Hamster Glams.

What the heck is a Hamster Glam?

Hamster Glams is Ohio's numberone photography studio

specializing in portraits of hamsters,

ferrets, and guinea pigs.

We have all sorts of different kinds of

backgrounds and costumes

to make your little furry friend the belle of the ball.

Wait a minute.

We had to do all this work

just so this bozo could try to sell us hamster photos?

Uh, yes. It seems I made a little bit of a mistake.

But in my defense,

it's really hard to hear people when I'm wearing these babies.

(chuckles)

Boo him! Boo him!

All: Boo!

Boo!

Mr. Penworth: Run, Dutchman!

Kyle, that was so nice what you did for me.

Dude, you don't need to apologize.

I know exactly who you are.

You're a hypercompetitive, overachieving,

typeA control freak.

But, you're also my best friend.

(chuckles) Thanks, buddy.

I just let my seven club energy get the better of me.

Hey, don't be too hard on yourself.

None of this would have happened if you hadn't been forced

to just be in one club. So...

I guess in a big way,

it's entirely your parents' fault.

It always is.

Well, if it's any consolation,

the rest of the parents are absolutely

dragging the two of us on social media right now.

How'd they get my driver's license photo?

From now on,

we're just gonna let you kids do you.

Yeah. I guess we'll take a big step back from this whole parenting thing,

and let you kids raise yourselves.

Wait. What? That's not what I was saying.

Raise themselves? And that's our show!

You've been a great audience!

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