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Whoa, Mom!

I know you wanted your own bathroom,

but the kitchen sink?

You're better than that.

The disposal's clogged again.

Someone keeps jamming table scraps down it

like they're feeding a hungry zoo animal.

You can just say "Dad."

It's called a "disposal." It should dispose things.

Can't you call someone to fix this?

It's called the plumber.

They should plumb things.

I'm not calling someone to fix something I can fix myself.

I meant to do that.

Where are Pretty and Scary?

Pretty left early for Yoga Club,

and Scary left early to sit alone in a dark janitor's closet.

And... Done!

Frankie, do you remember when we used to pick apples at that orchard upstate?

Oh, yeah. We would stomp on the mushy ones and yell...

Apple sauce!

And we'd go to Fountain's Fury

and ride this super-twisty water slide over and over.

Remember that?

I remember you throwing up in a trash can.

And a lady's purse.

What's with the walk down memory lane?

It hit me yesterday.

Now that Frankie's, you know, back,

we have a chance to do all these things again.

So, I was up all night making us a list.

Aw, that's so sweet.

It's like an un-kicked the bucket list.

I'm no expert, but shouldn't Frankie's bucket list have been completed

before she fell down that manhole?

That's the beauty of it.

We've been given bonus bucket list time.

So, what do you say, Frankie?

Should we hit the water park after school?

I say... I'll bring the puke bags.

Hey, I like water parks, too.

What am I gonna do?

You're gonna help your mother.

Wha... That's so not fair! Dad?

Sorry, buddy, but the thing is, you didn't fall down a manhole.

Hey, you didn't glue your head to your locker again, did you?

No.

And that wasn't my fault.

Hair product and glue shouldn't both be called paste.

Okay, then why aren't you at yoga?

Because they have all these weird names for positions.

Every time they yell out "Cobra," I scream.

I don't like snakes.

But it's not just yoga.

And here I hoped our convo was over.

Every club, every team I've tried, they just

haven't been right for me, you know?

I just want to find my thing, where I can totally be me.

Annoyingly upbeat?

Yes!

So it needs to be something where you can share your passion?

I've got passion.

Yes, I do.

And you're always yelling.

I'm incapable of whispering.

So, something where you're free to be as loud as you want?

Turn, turn, turn me up!

A place where, at any moment, for any dumb reason,

you can throw your arms in the air like you just don't care?

But I do care!

It's obvious.

Cheer!

Give, give, give me a pen!

Pliers! Pliers? Remy?

You know, this could all go away if you just called the plumber.

Not happening.

What are you doing, anyway?

Making my own list.

Here.

Can I go now?

And miss watching me prove you all wrong?

Ha! Hit the switch.

Great work, Mom!

You totally fixed it!

Can I go now?

Okay, fine.

But you're missing out on

valuable life lessons!

That was epic!

We did Poseidon's Plunge 28 times in a row.

Our names got on a plaque.

I can't believe a little cold front kept the crowds away.

Yeah, a little cold front.

You know, Dad, I think it's really great what you and Frankie are doing.

Thanks, son.

It's big of you to step back and let us have this time.

Hey, I'm here to help.

Which is why I took some time today to think up some other things

you and Frankie used to do together.

Let's see. Braid each other's hair,

play hug tag, perform dueling harmonicas on the steps of City Hall.

We used to love those harmonicas.

I totally forgot.

Thanks, buddy.

Those are just a couple of things off the top of my head.

Here's some more.

Well, keep 'em comin'.

Why?

Because I was stuck home holding a flashlight for Mom all day.

All I kept hearing was, "Light! Light here! More light!"

What does she think I am, the sun?

Well, you didn't have to torpedo me.

Hey, if I can't have fun, you can't have fun.

Sorry, but you know, that's part of the sibling code.

Oh, so that's how it's gonna be?

Then I'm taking you down, Remy Ripp.

As soon as I thaw out.

Nyx, I feel so out of the loop.

What did I miss after school yesterday?

OMG! Like, Rory and Tory got into a screaming match

about who's taller. Rory said Tory, but Tory said Rory,

and I said, "Prove it!"

So, they took off their shoes,

measured themselves and... Hello?

Do you know who you're talking to?

Where were you anyway?

Why? Did somebody miss me?

Whoa! You totally did miss me.

Aw!

No "aw." Ew.

I don't miss people.

I notice absence.

As a principal's daughter, attendance is in my blood.

Okay? It's a sickness.

Fine. But seriously, who's taller, Rory or Tory?

Tory, obviously. So, where were you?

My dad made me do an all-night hang with him

as part of this bonus bucket list he's suddenly stuck on.

-Cool. -No, Nyx. Not cool.

Oh. Sorry.

Still new to this pretending-to-care thing.

You wanna keep talking about it?

I mean, it's sweet of him to want to spend time with me,

but between the water park, and the pottery class,

and the dad jokes I swear he stole from a podcast,

it was a lot.

Come on. I'm sure it wasn't that bad.

Yeah, that's, uh, definitely a shirt

that shouldn't leave the house under any circumstances.

He guilt-tripped me into wearing it.

You wanna grab boba later?

Girl, yes! Then I can get a breather from my dad and his list.

Frankie Ripp, your father's here to pick you up.

He took the day off work, and you have a reservation

for the tiny train ride at Locomotive Land.

All aboard. Choo-choo!

I got it!

-Wrong one! -I don't got it.

Hi, Mrs. Ripp!

Ow! I mean, hey!

Tryouts are tomorrow. I can make a cheer out of anything.

-Test me. -Oh, Pretty,

it's great that you're trying out for cheer, but...

The bigger one.

Right now, I just really want to get the sink fixed

so that the kitchen isn't such a mess, okay?

S-I-N-K, sink it, Mrs. Ripp, sink it!

S-I-N-K, sink it, Mrs. Ripp, sink it!

Hmm... Catchy.

Do you wanna see me do a toe touch?

I've been stretching.

Oh. Could you just take it outside?

And while you're at it, take the garbage with you.

G-a-r, b-a-g,

now add an E, what's that spell? Garbage!

Go, garbage!

-Hear me out. -We are not calling someone

to pick up this mess.

If I find my list,

we can squeeze in one more thing tonight.

Sounds good, Dad! Can't wait!

Are you gonna be panting like a dog all night?

If so, I need headphones.

You have no idea how hard this is.

Right. I once worked a 412-hour shift in the underworld

without a lunch break, but, no, hangin' out with your dad?

That sounds brutal.

My dad's awesome, but the things we're doing are just so cringe.

I'm not five anymore,

but he keeps trying to recreate old memories.

Like flying kites. Which I still suck at, by the way.

It's even sadder, considering you have wind powers.

I know, right?

All I want is a break from this.

I think I bought some time, though, at least for now.

I hid the list where he'll never find it.

Dad, I found the list!

Frankie, we're back in business.

Grab your clown mask.

Time to prank the neighbors.

Can hide in there with you?

Sorry. Only room for one, Bozo.

Good mornin'!

Ooh! Bacon.

Give me a B! Give me an A!

Give me a break.

I heard you cheering in your sleep last night.

Oh, I had the craziest night cheers.

But you don't understand.

This is the biggest day of my life!

The bar is really low.

Frankie!

Guess what we're doing today?

Nothing, because you have work to catch up on?

Nope, because it's Saturday and we're going fishing!

I've got bug spray, a fresh batch of night crawlers,

and an extra pack of toilet wipes.

I won't be caught off-guard this time.

Dad, you know how much I love getting fishhooks stuck in my hair

and having no Wi-Fi, but I can't go today.

Why?

-Uh, because... -Oh... I need to get ready for tryouts!

Because I promised to go to Pretty's tryout.

Yeah, it's gonna be the biggest day of his life.

The bar is really low.

Well, if it means that much to Pretty,

it's probably best that you go.

We can bump this till tomorrow.

Or maybe Scary would like to go fishing.

I have no idea what that is.

And I would never wear that hat.

Dad, Scary has never gone fishing.

Can you believe that?

Oh, Scary, you're missing out on one of the joys of life.

Take a moment to imagine a little boat, a gentle lake,

the quiet whispers of the trees,

being alone with nothing but your thoughts

and the pleasant aroma of a cooler full of baloney sandwiches.

-Mustard or mayo? -We're a mayo house, but your choice.

And the best part? You don't have to talk to anyone.

-For real? -Yep. No talking allowed.

It scares the fish.

Sold!

Great! Let's do it!

Have fun! Uh, don't eat any weird berries.

I learned that the hard way.

Let's go, let's go, L-E-T-S-G-O!

Let's go!

Hey, where'd everybody go?

Hi! I'm Boba Bobby.

And welcome to Boba... And Beyond.

Okay!

Would you like to try our new special?

It's the Red Bean Habanero Watermelon Tiger Milk Tea.

Sounds interesting.

Sounds like a gut bomb.

Challenge accepted.

This hits the spot.

I've had serious boba cravings, but it wasn't on my dad's list.

He hates it when the boba balls clog his straw.

Ugh. Old people, am I right?

So, he finally gave you a day off?

Sort of. I pawned him off on Scary.

-They went fishing. -Dodged a bullet there.

For sure. Mosquito bites, pond scum, sunburn.

Sounds awful.

It is.

But there is a little rush when you get the first bite of the day, you know?

I bet vampires feel the same way.

Yeah, but I wonder if he's caught his thumb on a hook yet.

I was always on first-aid duty.

You didn't want to go, remember? You wanted a normal day?

You're right, Nyx.

Although, fishing's not all that bad.

-Wanna know the best part? -When it's over?

The rocky road ice cream on the way home.

What? You don't ride the road?

Of course I ride the road.

But, Frankie, you clearly miss being with your dad.

Sounds to me like you got a case of FOMO.

I do not.

You can't stop talking about him.

He hates boba,

he loves fishing,

he has bloody fingers.

I could totally win a trivia night.

About your dad.

Whatever. Fine. No more dad talk.

How's your boba?

I don't know.

My straw's clogged.

Okay, Pretty, stay focused.

Heart rate? Check.

Happiness? Check.

Deodorant? Check.

If I'm using it right.

Pretty, you're up.

Game time!

Hi. I just wanted to say it's an honor

to be trying out for this team.

And all of your collective hair looks,

chef's kiss.

Thanks, Pretty. Do you have any questions for us before we begin?

Yeah. Do you floss your teeth before or after you brush?

Just trying to get a consensus.

Uh... Start the music, please.

Pump, pump, up and down!

Cross then spin, don't get dizzy, hit! And nailed it!

Thank you so much for this opportunity,

and I know in my heart, I'll make a great addition...

Now, let's move on to the stunt portion.

The what portion?

Okay, Courtney, let's run it full speed.

Ow! My ankle. I think it's sprained.

My life is over.

No! See? Your ankle's fine.

But you should really ask first before you leap onto people.

Oh, I guess my ankle's okay.

Go Spiders!

So, did I make the team?

We'll let you know,

but no. Next!

Whoa, long day for you two.

You are not gonna believe this, Frankie.

So, we're on the lake,

nothing was happening all day.

And I thought it couldn't get any better.

Then, suddenly, there was a great storm with waves 10 feet high.

It was actually a helicopter flying by.

When an angry catfish the size of a piano tugged my line.

And the fight was on. My rod nearly snapped in half.

It was either him or me.

Then, Mr. Ripp nearly went overboard.

We were rocking back and forth.

I grabbed his hip waders to keep him in the boat.

We almost lost the good potato chips.

Then, in a flash, he reached in the water

and grabbed the massive beast

with his bare hands, and the battle was won!

You know, or something like that.

And now we have an epic story for a lifetime.

You were a great first mate, Scary.

Fish tacos for everyone.

After I wash the worm guts off my hands.

And after fishing, we skipped rocks.

Then we watched rusty old cars get mangled at the junkyard.

I might get a summer job there.

And on the way home, we got ice cream.

Something called, uh, rocky street? Bumpy drive?

-Rocky Road? -Oh, that's it! With sprinkles.

That's my favorite.

Oh, no.

Nyx was right.

I do have FOMO.

I can't believe I'm gonna miss out being a cheerleader.

I can't believe I'm missing hanging out with my dad.

Is it my fault cheerleaders are scary

when they come running at you?

Is it my fault my dad is stuck in the past?

I wanna cheer for everyone, just to make people happy.

Is that too much to ask?

I wanna spend time with my dad, just in a different way.

Is that too much to ask?

I have to fix this.

-Thanks for listening. -Good talk!

Mom, have you been up all night working on this thing?

No. I got up at 3:00.

But I'm glad you're here.

I want you to do the honors.

Should I get the fire extinguisher first?

Not this time.

Way to go, Mom! I never once doubted you.

Aw! Thanks, sweetie.

Thank you, but she actually fixed it.

We won't be needing your services.

Way to go, Mom.

Hey, Frankie.

Right on time.

Let me guess, number 22 on the un-kicked the bucket list.

Launching garden gnomes into space?

Bingo.

These creepy fellas have officially stood their final watch

over our daffodil patch.

Can't wait to wipe this smug look off his face.

Careful with this one. It's a little wet.

Uh... Isn't he the one the neighbor's dog always pees on?

Oh!

Hey, Dad, before you send the gnomes

to make first contact, can I talk to you or a sec?

You just did.

Dad joke.

That podcast just keeps on givin'. What's up?

I feel terrible about yesterday.

The truth is, I lied about going to Pretty's tryout.

'Cause you didn't want to go fishing?

You should've just told me.

Then we could have skipped over it

and gone straight to putting glue on our hands and peeling it off.

I don't wanna do that either.

Oh. Well, then we could jump to...

Dad, I'm sorry.

I just don't want to do anything on your list.

What are you trying to say?

You don't wanna spend time with your dad?

No, no. I do wanna spend time with you, but not in the same old ways.

I've got some real life and death experiences under my belt now.

Can we launch this into orbit?

Mrs. Ripp made that.

So... That's a yes?

I guess this thing is a little outdated, huh?

Truth is, I don't think I'm ready for you to grow up yet.

I don't wanna lose my little girl again.

And you don't have to.

We've still got bonus bucket list time.

I just think we should fill it with new memories.

I may have started jotting down a few new things we could try together,

if you're interested?

You made a list?

Where do you think I got that from?

And after the last couple of days,

I think we need to start with a trip to the spa.

Perfect.

Really? Thanks, Dad.

I love you.

I love you, too, Doodlebug.

Aw, Doodlebug? You haven't called me that in years.

Oh, right, sorry. You're not a little kid anymore.

No, no. I like it.

You can always call me that.

So, wanna hit the spa?

Yeah. Oh! Hey, Scary, why don't you come with us?

Yeah. No.

This is how I relax.

Come on. Easy does it.

They'll be dry in a few minutes.

Cute color. Really brings out the hair on your toe knuckles.

Aren't you supposed to be helping your mother?

Mom fixed the sink.

Mission accomplished.

But you two go on having your fun.

Well, I think you look good in baby blue.

It's not baby blue.

It's Sky's the Limit.

Everything about that spa experience

was so relaxing.

Except the hot stone massage.

Sorry you had to hear me shriek like that.

Hey, it's a new one for the memory bank.

The first of many.

I guess we can officially retire this old list.

Lots of good stuff left on it, though.

Oh, well, we've still got our memories.

Now, I'm gonna go shove this down the garbage disposal.

You know, Dad, I might be too old for your list,

but I know someone who would love to pick up where we left off.

Remy!

-Really? -Oh, yeah!

Think about it, the way he's been adding items

and constantly checking up on us?

I think he's got FOMO.

I do need to spend more time with him.

And he's gonna deny it,

'cause he knows that those were our things.

But deep down, he wants in.

So don't take no for an answer.

Hey, Remy!

Sorry, Remy.

All part of the sibling code.

Hey, Mrs. Ripp. I thought you fixed the sink.

I did.

Until someone jammed half a catfish down it.

Hey, how's Pretty doing?

He seemed really disappointed yesterday.

He'll be fine.

You know, I feel kinda guilty saying this,

but I'm kinda glad he didn't make cheer team.

I think it'll be way more peaceful around the house now.

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

He's the new mascot.

Go Spiders!

Nope, I don't do spiders.

I'm going to the spa.

I don't either. I'll be in my closet.

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