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- Previously on Foursome.

Brayer has turned inside out,

no more Brayer Lair, no more big bro.

no more squad.

Thanks for understanding.

OK, the squad stuff may be my bad.

But I heard my buds loud and clear

and thanks to Court's sorority

I'm spending my winter

break exactly how I want to.

Going to Beach Island with my buds.

I've decided to join you guys on you're epic beach vacay.

- We made it! Beach Island!

- It's paradise!

- Crabs.

- Hang ten! Also, I'm black! This is bananas.

- Beach Island Bikini Bonanza.

- Party!

- Hot damn, I love lobbies.

Waxed floors and echoes for days.

- Plus you get to scope the scoop.

I spy lots of under-ager ragers.

- You guys getting any service?

I've got zero bars.

Oh, wait. Uh, no, zero.

- No need to worry about wires and wifi.

You're on Beach Island. Everything here is acabra.

- A what?

- Acabra, it's the traditional island way of saying welcome.

It also means hello, goodbye, everything's okay,

loyalty, up yours, throat,

and when a jellyfish stings you

right in the privates.

Acabra.

- Oh, so it's like basic in island language. Acabra.

- Hey, party people, welcome to Seas the Day Resort,

I'm Concierge, your concierge.

- Wow, a concierge, how fancy.

We should have a reservation for

four under Theta Iota Theta.

- Uh, yes, here you are, TIT.

It says here you're staying in bungalow nine,

right on, right on.

- You guys have wifi right?

My boyfriend wants to stay in touch.

- Indubitably.

- So, yes?

- Uh here's your key and I'll meet you guys right out front.

- Salutations island dweller,

we have a pre-booked suite for three under Peg.

- Uh, yes you'll be staying at the Flea Flea Motel.

It's our spillover step cousin motel.

It's around the corner behind the dumpsters.

- Terry get that.

- Hi.

- You guys are in one of 15 private bungalows on the resort.

- Ugh, I still can't find a connection.

You said there was wifi, right?

Is there a password or something?

- Good question. I'll look into it.

And here we are.

- Ugh, still can't find a signal. Guys?

- Acabra! - Acabra!

- Alrighty roo, not to lame your buzz

but there are some house rules.

One, have fun.

- Yeah!

- Two, wear sunscreen.

- Yeah!

- And three, no freaking parties.

- Yeah! Wait. What?

- Sorry, dudes and dudettes, house rules,

no parties on the premises or you're stay will

end in the the Big E.

- Ejaculate? - Ew.

- No, eviction.

- Oh, no prob, we can just got to the

Beach Island Bikini Bonanza!

Yeah!

- Unfortunately, that party's invite only.

- Oh.

- But you guys don't have to worry.

You're such young hip cats,

you're bound to score an invite.

- Yeah!

- Yet, they are really particular about who gets an invite.

- Oh.

- Then again, they love newbies.

- Yeah!

- I've lived here 15 years and I've never been invited.

- Oh.

- Anyway.

OK, enjoy your stay.

- I can see why they didn't invite him, but he's right.

We are young, and ridiculously hot.

- Preach. - Ooh!

We better get to the poolside pronto

so we can score our party passes.

- OK, yes, you guys go ahead,

I'm gonna go check in with Kent.

- Check in or get some wifi ween?

- Blood sis, we just got here. You're not gonna come?

- I'm just gonna let him know that we got here safely

and then I will meet up with you guys.

- Mm-hmm.

- Okay, we have to be quick about this,

I told them I was just checking in.

- No problemo. You look so hot, this is not gonna be hard.

- I hope something will be hard.

- It is, I cannot wait,

to... and then eat... explode all over.

- Wait you wanna do what?

- I wanna... and bend... your butt,

and then grab... your mum... so.

- Wait you wanna bend my butt and grab my mom?

- Yeah.

- Kent, hello?

wifi.

- I'll make you proud, Stan.

You left me in charge for a reason.

I will insure that Cup O'Brayer

loses the Brayer Lair for eternity.

- I can see into the shower from this angle.

That'll come in handy for... research.

- We can't stay here, this place is positively repugnant.

- Underling, we don't have time to focus on formalities.

This is why you aren't in charge,

you're clearly distracted.

- No I'm not.

Fine, I'll just stay and spray the place clean

but only because working under bad leadership

makes me stronger for when, inevitably,

I'll be hired under another incompetent, male, in adulthood.

- Great, then we can get my plan in gear.

Frame the Foursome with sabotage.

- What we need to do is retrace, record,

and report to Slacks.

Of course we need to maintain a low profile.

- I'm the new leader of the Bulletin

because I'm willing to do anything

even if that means killing...

with kindness.

- I hope you actually meant to finish that sentence.

- I didn't.

- So are we going with sabotage or

the three R's, which plan?

- Mine! - Mine!

- Both sound good. - Shut up, Terry!

- This island is fun up from the bun up.

It's too bad blood sis isn't letting herself enjoy it.

- If she wants to be a wet blanket, then let her, Linus.

No matter what, I'm gonna have fun

because this place it lit up from my bit up.

Whoo!

- Okay we need to go score our island invites.

I'm gonna flirt and fluff the bartender.

- And I'm gonna do what I do best,

lay here and let the party come to me.

- Good luck.

- The only luck I need has a "y" at the end,

because I always get lucky.

- Wanna try the Nar Jar?

Careful of that stuff. You're gonna feel that.

Mmm.

- One more and make it a double, Keep.

- Acabra? - Yeah.

- Very impressive. - Thanks.

- That drinks usually for the locals only.

And so is this.

- Puka me.

- That's good for one entry into

the Beach Island Bikini Bonanza.

- See ya there, square.

- Oh, my God, it just got 98 degrees hotter out here.

Time to take a dip.

- Nice dive.

- Thanks for the invite, daddy-o.

- Andie Fixler! Andie! Andie Fixler! Andie Fixler!

Sorry, hi. Andie Fixler! Oh, my God! It's me, Mr. Shaw.

Oh, my God, you've made my winter break.

Wait, is the rest of the gang here?

Tell me the rest of the gang's here, tell me.

Hot dog, we should totally have

a Brayer Lair reunion hangout, promise?

- Promise, okay.

- How does it feel knowing that the Brayer Lair

is now the Bulletin Burrow?

- Nice suit, Mr. Shaw.

- Thanks.

- I'm sorry do I know you?

- These are Stan's minions.

- Divit's minions now, I'm your new nemesis.

The Donkey Kong to your Mario.

The Darth Vader to your Skywalker.

The boulder to your Indiana Jones.

- I'm still unclear. - Yeah.

- I don't think she knows us. - Shut up, Terry.

- Okay, well, I'm gonna go hang out with my friends now.

- I'll see you in like five? - Is she gone now?

- Fly away, you of the media club, we'll be watching.

Soon the Brayer Lair will be ours for good.

- Not if Shaw has anything to do about it.

You're not the only one who knows how to do the news.

I'll film my own segment, get us back the room,

and become the replacement member of the Foursome.

Okay, so on this island, birds are on the inside.

- You two will make great additions to the Bonanza.

You're super chill and islandy.

Whoa, where did you come from, stealth bomber?

- My mom's butt.

- That's the boldest attempt I've ever seen

to get into the Bonanza.

You know what, that's yours, you keep it.

- Oh, my God. There you guys are.

You will not believe how bad the wifi connection is here.

I tried to Skype Kent and we kept getting disconnected.

Either that or he wants to butt bang my mom.

Oh, and I ran into Mr. Shaw.

He's on the island and he's looking L-seven square.

You'll never guess who else is here,

Stan's little minion people, person, things,

I don't know, whatever you wanna call them

but they look like those little aliens from "Space Jam"

and they were running around tripping about the Brayer Lair.

- You know, I really wish you would've just got your wifi

and stayed in your bubble

because you're really harshing our mellow.

- What's with all the pukas?

It looks like 2001 Abercrombie and Fitch out here.

- If you were actually two secs instead of two hours,

you would know that these are our invites

to the Beach Island Bikini Bonanza.

We got them for being a bueno beach babes.

- Yeah, if you wanna spend your whole vacation

trying to fix your antenna so you can bang your boo, fine.

- But we ain't waiting on ya. - Uh-uh.

- Guys I'm here, I'm here right now,

and I'm with you and we're having fun, right?

So someone puka my shell.

- So stoked to see you guys tonight.

Um, just leave the city slicker at home.

- Who, me?

- I'm sorry it's just, this party's for chill cats only

and you seem tighter than your friend's bottom flower.

- What does that even mean?

- BRB. I'm gonna go Skype Kent.

- For reals? Have you learned nothing?

This is why you didn't get an invite.

You're not a down chick.

- What? I'm down.

I'm fun, guys. I know how to party.

- You know how to party of one.

You've barely even been here.

- Yeah, it's true. Andie just gave Kent a wifi handy.

This trip was supposed to bond us,

but it can't if you're beyond us.

- Beautiful, Court.

- Thank you so much. - Thank you.

- Guys, I can do both, be in a relationship

and be your bestie.

Look, I promise you guys, no more distractions,

and I will score and invite to

the Beach Island Bikini Bonanza.

- But how? They all said that you're as islandy

as an Island's restaurant-- which is not.

- It's not.

- By showing them that "A" in Andie stands for...

- Awkward. - Anus.

- Andie!

- Awesome.

- Oooh.

- Look, there's no way I'm gonna let some beach bum

stay-cationers get in the way of us bonding.

- Yeah, that's Kent's job.

- Okay, look can you just give me a second chance please?

Who's with me?

Great, so any ideas on how to impress the locals?

- Here's a good way to start.

Twist your hair to look the part.

It's tradition to get your hair braided on vacation.

It happens on every island from Fiji to Jamaica to Alcatraz

since like the beginning of time.

- That's cultural appropriation, that is not acabra.

- Any other ideas?

- Here's how to be a cool bird.

Try your tongue at the local word.

Ow!

- "Ed okay, bra."

- It's acabra.

- Ac...ca...bra.

- You're just not hearing it. It's acabra.

- I feel like I'm saying exactly the same thing as you.

It's acabra, right?

- Not even close.

- Any other ideas?

- Surfing!

- She dead? Dibs on Kent.

- Blood sis... can you hear us?

I'm going in.

- Jesus, Court, that was all tongue.

- I take opportunities where I see them.

- Hey, you should never snake someone's wave. Not acabra.

You and your friends can forget about the party tonight.

You don't deserve these.

- At least we're all not going, right?

- I heard the Foursome will be at the at Bonanza party.

We could try to get in.

- I heard that the Foursome will be at that Bonanza party.

We could try to get in.

- Original idea, Divit.

After the numerous fails we've seen today,

they'll have to do something daffy to get in.

It's the evidence we've been

- waiting for. - Waiting to plant.

- Go.

- So, are we all going?

- I'm back. - You were gone?

We thought you were in your bedroom

Skype-sliming your boyfriend.

- Well, you thought wrong. I was out getting these.

- For why? We got uninvited, remember?

It was kinda your fault, remember?

Because you stood us up, remember?

And then you tried to fix it, but you can't even make it up.

- Courtney, I remember. I remember, Courtney.

Look, I'm really sorry that I let Kent take all of my focus.

I should've been here from the beginning.

I mean really been here, the way you

guys have always been there for me.

You're my best friends and I hate that

I didn't make you feel that way.

And I'm not gonna the kind of girl who just

puts her friends out because she got a boyfriend.

Now get dressed.

Invite or no invite, we are not gonna miss this party.

We're gonna show these locals that this group

is one to be reckoned with.

We are the party, and without us,

that beach bikini ain't no Bonanza.

We're the most bitchin' letters of the 'bet. A.

- D. - C.

- Let's show these locals that there ain't no party

like an ADC party.

- M.

- Acabra.

- Acabra.

- It's acabra.

- Welcome to the Beach Island Bikini Bonanza,

the most happening party on all the island.

Invite only, no tourists.

- Well, that was anticlimactic.

- But I love to climax.

- Look, Mr. Bouncer Brah, it's my fault.

My friends all had invites and I got them taken away,

I snaked someone's wave and...

- You don't snake anyone's wave. That's a squid move.

- I know. It was wrong and I accept the consequences,

but please don't punish my friends.

They've been there for me through three seasons--

frat parties, homecoming, and now winter break.

I just want them to have a good time,

even if that means that, for tonight,

I'm not a part of it.

But hear me, Mr. Bouncer Brah,

I will be a part of every night from now on until forever.

- Fine, you stay. The three of you can go in.

- No, sir, we all come in together,

or we don't come in at all, and we always come.

- Oh, you guys.

- That's enough!

Acabra means loyalty,

and it's clear to me that the four of you

are extremely loyal to each other.

You can come in, all of you. Take a necklace.

- "A-car-brak."

- Jeez my knees, how did they do it?

Did they bribe the bounder?

Are they porking for puka?

Something smells fishy.

- How are we going to get into that party?

- You could try that door.

- Courtney is dancing on the bar,

appears not to be wearing a brassiere.

Dakota is surrounded by blond men,

likely surfers, given the smell of their armpits

and their inability of saying the "O" vowel.

- Twist it.

- I can't believe I'm at

the Beach Island Bikini Bonanza! Yeah!

- Hey, do you know these guys?

- Uh, I know they sad.

- Oh, no. Definitely not.

- Can't say I do.

- All right. Let's go, tourists.

- Yeah!

- Brayer be warned, this segment's gonna

knock your knickers off.

Oh, God. Wait.

I didn't mean that in a sexual harassment way.

Stephen, delete this section during editing.

Stephen.

Okay, take six.

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