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- FRANKIE: Dayton Reyes, are you all right?

- [whimpers] [pants]

What--what happened?

- You received a shock from Mom's computer

when you were trying to open the WARPA file.

Remain still, I must check your physical condition.

Scanning for injuries.

- [beeping]

- Ow! What was that for?!

- Reflexes and pain receptors are also functional.

I detect no injuries. But you must go to the hospital.

I'm not a doctor and I could've missed something.

You are too important to risk.

- That's sweet, but I'm fine. Really, I'm fine.

Don't worry about your mom's computer.

We will get it fixed before she gets back.

What are we going to do about the file?

- I can ask Cynthia Mandal to help us

when I see her tomorrow after school.

- Great idea. Cynthia's the man.

- If that were true,

then she does a remarkable job of concealing it.

- ♪

- Would you please give that thing a rest?

- Sorry, gotta get my 10,000 touches a day in,

not including practice.

- Well, we really need to have a talk about this tennis nonsense.

- It's not nonsense to me, Dad. It's my life.

- Yes, and I'm your father,

and I don't want you to waste your life.

You need to focus on school.

Education is your path to your future, hm?

- Well, how do you know tennis isn't my future?

You haven't seen me play since I was six.

- Yes, and you were awful. I beat you 6-0, 6-0.

But you were fierce. You really hated to lose.

- Maybe I take after my old man a little bit after all.

- [chuckles]

- So why did you stop coming to my matches, anyway?

- Oh, well, ah... I was promoted at EGG.

Uh, I was running the whole company,

and I just-- [sighs]

--I just didn't have any free time.

- Uh, well, I have this huge match today after school.

Why don't you come by and watch?

You're not too busy now, are you?

- Sadly, no.

[chuckles] All right, I'll come.

- Thank you all for coming.

Dayton is going to be handing out the script.

- Oh! [giggles]

- I want you all to know

that I may have written the script,

but as the production team,

each one of you is vital to its success.

It's gonna be a lot of work, but I know if we all pull together,

it will go down in history as the best production

Standing Room Only has ever put on.

That's my goal.

And if it's your goal too, let me hear you say "Team!"

- ALL: Team!

- What's wrong, Frankie?

Don't you want the play to be a hit?

- Of course I do, Zane Markosian.

But it cannot be one of Standing Room Only's best productions

when it is Standing Room Only's only production.

- She means this year. We haven't done a show all year.

- No, I mean-- - He doesn't have the time

for one of your funny little improve sketches, Frankie.

Uh, Zane was just giving us an inspiring pep talk.

Please continue. - Actually, I'm about done.

But you know what would be a really good idea?

If we can get some old posters

of the great shows the group has put on.

Dayton, you think you could, uh, look into that?

- Mm, make up pos--I mean, find old posters!

I'm on it! - Awesome.

Well, that's it for now.

But if you any feedback on the script, find me.

True art is collaborative.

- You nearly blew my cover!

- I'm sorry, Dayton Reyes, but saying the word "team"

in the way Zane Markosian requested is a form of lying,

and that is something I cannot do.

- I know, I know.

It's my own fault for starting out on the wrong foot with Zane.

I never should've told him

all that stuff about Standing Room Only.

Now I have to make it look like

we've been doing plays for the past 50 years.

- Or you could just tell him the truth.

- Yeah, yeah, if I want to completely humiliate myself.

- I see. Well? - Well, what?

- Do you want to completely humiliate yourself?

- No, Frankie, I don't.

- Where are you headed? - Where are you headed?

- [huffs] Forget it, Simone.

You don't have to follow me around.

I can take care of myself.

- Those No Android Here idiots attacked you yesterday.

- It wasn't an attack. It was a food fight.

Although that cafeteria meatloaf is kind of a deadly weapon.

- I should announce that I'm an android too.

We're a team.

We should go through this together.

- Forget it, there's no point in both of us getting grief.

I mean, especially you. You're still new.

I know how to handle people.

- Well, look who's here.

If it isn't the mechanical moron!

- Hey, how many e-batteries do you need to get all those F's?

- Yeah, guys, you have your whole lives to be jerks.

Why not take today off?

- [chuckles]

- And who might you be? The robot's girlfriend?

- No, I'm his sister...sort of.

- The bot has a sister? Are you a "fembot"?

- Are you a computer?

Hey, can I charge my phone with you?

- Leave her alone.

- And who's gonna make me... you glorified toaster?

- You just made my day.

- What are you doing? - Not cool!

- Put us down, please!

- Andrew LaPierre! Put them down.

- ♪ Feels like things are gettin' real ♪

♪ Never felt so alive

♪ Felt so alive

♪ Feels like things are gettin' real ♪

♪ Re-e-eal

♪ Feels like things are gettin' real ♪

- ♪

- Come on, Mr. LaPierre. - It's okay, Ms. Hough.

I know my way to the kiddie cooler by now.

- Ms. Hough, it is not fair to punish Andrew.

Those boys were insulting him,

and one of them tried to use me to charge his phone.

- Andrew needs to learn to settle problems

with words, not fists. - He didn't use his fists.

He used the servomotors that power his lift mechanism.

- One more word out of you

and you can spend the rest of the day in detention with him.

- But I didn't do anything.

- That was five. You just hit the jackpot!

In you go.

And if you have any questions, do ask Andrew.

Detention seems to be one subject he's actually good at.

- [sighs] I bet they're dog people.

- [whirring]

- Dayton Reyes, are you concerned that Zane Markosian

will discover that none of these plays actually exist?

- Yes. Yes, I am.

- I see that Mom did me a favor by making it

impossible for me to lie.

I continue to think it would benefit you

to adopt this policy and come clean.

Tell him you made up the drama club.

- I know, but think about how embarrassing it'll be

to tell him why I lied.

- It is difficult for me to think that,

because I don't feel embarrassment.

- Well, you're lucky.

- So why did you lie about Standing Room Only?

- I just blurted it out.

It seemed like a good way to spend time with Zane.

What else was I supposed to do? Sit with him at lunch?

Don't answer that.

- I have the solution to your problem, Dayton Reyes.

You should just tell Zane Markosian

that you like like him.

- Frankie, I can't do that! - Why not?

I told Cole Reyes I like liked him,

and his reaction was highly positive.

- I know, but you're...different.

- I do not wish to be.

But in this case, I think I'm glad I am.

- So how's Zane's script?

- Very compelling. You haven't read it yet?

It seems like something the producer of a play ought to do.

- How?

I'm spending so much time with fake plays,

I don't have enough time to read a real one.

- Wait... - What's up?

"Frankenstino and Frankenstina stare into each other's eyes.

"Seized by an unfamiliar but powerful feeling,

they lean in and kiss."

OMG! It's a kissing scene!

You're gonna have to kiss a boy on stage.

- You are leaping to conclusions, Dayton Reyes.

The cast hasn't been announced yet.

The character of Frankenstina will kiss a boy on stage.

- Frankie, you know you're a shoe-in for the lead role.

Uh oh.

- I have almost read the entire play

and there is no character called "uh oh."

- Don't you see?

Andrew blew Zane away at auditions.

He is a shoe-in for the part of Frankenstino.

That means...

- Together we make a pair of shoes?

- If those shoes drop the way I think they're going to,

you and Andrew are going to kiss in front of the entire school.

- Before we begin today's update,

there is something I need to discuss, Cynthia Mandal.

- Well, we can talk while I upgrade you.

I promise I won't get distracted this time.

Well, what happened here?

- That is what I needed to discuss with you.

Dayton Reyes and I damaged Mom's computer when we tried to open

an encrypted file we took from WARPA.

- What-pa? - WARPA.

The file is called "Master Plan,"

and we need to see what's inside

so we can find out what WARPA's up to.

- Back up, Frankie. What is this warp thing?

- WARPA.

It's an acronym for Weaponized Android Research Project Agency.

- Weaponized androids?

Why on earth would you be involved with a group like that?

- They got involved with me. They tried to kidnap me...

but ended up taking Andrew LaPierre instead.

- Sigourney, what did you get me into?

- Mommy's upset? - Oh, no.

- WARPA's plans may put me or my friends at risk,

and that is why I need to know what's inside that file.

But it's protected by many layers of security.

Could you help us, Cynthia Mandal?

- I don't know, Frankie.

I promised Sigourney I would look after you

and keep you safe.

You being involved with these dangerous people?

I think I need to tell your mother about all this.

- Please do not. Or at least wait.

Besides, communications with Mom is very unpredictable.

We may not hear from her for days.

- WILL: Guys, it's Mom! She's calling from space!

Right now!

She wants to talk to both of you!

- Please do not tell Mom. She only agreed to go to space

because she was convinced WARPA was no longer interested in me.

If she found out she was mistaken,

she would be very upset. - And rightfully so!

- WILL: You guys, come on!

This is long distance, extremely long distance!

- Cynthia Mandal, wait!

- [growls]

- It's okay, Beto, Mommy's not in danger.

I programmed a little pit bull into him

for personal protection.

- ♪

- I love you, Miami!

- Both kinds of pit bulls-- the dog and the singer.

That's enough, Beto. - [beeping]

- There is nothing Mom can do from space

that will help the situation.

If you tell her, all it will do is ruin her experience.

- WILL: Frankie, we're gonna lose the signal!

- [sighs] - Please! Help me.

- You make a persuasive case. I won't tell her anything.

And I will help you decrypt that file.

Now, it may take a while, but in the meantime,

you need to tell me everything. - Very well.

Billions of years ago, the universe began in a big bang--

- Not everything everything.

Everything about this WARPA stuff.

Deal? - It is a deal.

Thank you, Cynthia Mandal. Thank you so much.

- [growls]

- Down, Beto! Good boy.

- ♪

- Yes! - 40-love, Cole Reyes!

- [applause]

- Yes!

- Game, set, and match! Cole Reyes!

- Oh, good night, sweet prince!

Oh, what a performance!

You were imperious, like a king. Net King Cole?

- Dad, I need to shake hands. - No, no, no.

No one's touching these million-dollar hands.

Come on, let's go over here and let's take a look at

those million-dollar feet, huh? Any, uh--any blisters?

- Dad, what are you doing? I'm fine!

- Ah, ah, ah, fine is for second place.

Coach Dad needs you to be exceptional.

- Coach Dad? - Mm-hmm.

- [guitar chords]

- I don't like being in here. - Eh, I don't mind it.

No one bothers you, and it beats going to class.

- But there is no class.

It's after school and we still have to be here.

This is no different than being locked in that cell at WARPA.

- [scoffs] What?

It's way different.

For one, no one's making us maim or destroy.

And second, when Ms. Hough gets back, we get to go home--

where, again, no maiming or destroying.

Oh, sweet freedom.

Oh, you.

- [door shutting]

- What did you get detention for?

- We're surveying the school

to find a dressing room for the play.

Good bones. Plenty of natural light.

Excellent feng shui potential.

This is it!

- Hal-le-lu-jah. Can we be done?

- Sure. - [sighs of relief]

- If you know what size curtains to order,

where we're gonna place the sofa, the makeup table,

the mini fridge, et cetera, et cetera.

Start measuring.

- On second thought, let's get out of here.

We'll take our chances with Ms. Hough.

Something smells rotten in here.

- Andrew, wait. I can't help but feel like

you're angry at me for some reason.

- Why would I be angry?

It's not like you turned half the school against me.

- I did not.

Plenty of those people were already against you.

And it's not personal. It's about androids in general.

Look on the bright side.

The other half of the school likes you.

- Yeah.

- ♪

- Everything just, like, came together--

my serve, my backhand. It was like I couldn't miss.

- [laughs] Hear ye, hear ye!

All hail his highness, King Cole.

- Care to join us, Dad? - Why, thank you.

Frankie. Oh, and it's, um, Coach Dad.

[chuckles] Um, what are you drinking?

- It's just a fruit smoothie. Just totally healthy.

- Huh, hm.

I need a complete list of ingredients.

- Your father's attitude towards you has changed dramatically.

He's being positive

and is no longer focusing on your subpar grades.

- I know, but it's just too much.

It's always all or nothing with him.

He used to say tennis was just a big waste of my time.

And now all of a sudden,

he's Coach Kingston and all up in my business.

- Just as I suspected, that one has chocolate in it.

Now, that is a post-match no-no.

Now, here, try this one.

Go on, down the hatch.

- Dayton Reyes! - [coughs]

- Good news all around.

Cynthia Mandal has agreed to decrypt the WARPA file.

- This is good news!

If she's as much of a genius as your mom says,

she'll crack that code like an egg.

Wait, what is my dad doing here? - It was difficult to follow.

But he proclaimed Cole Reyes as king and is preventing him

from eating and drinking things he enjoys.

- Ah, hey, speaking of Cole,

have you happened to mention the stage kiss to him yet?

- I did not. It seemed premature to discuss

until the cast is fully announced tomorrow.

- Well, it's a good idea to just prepare him.

I would get it over with ASAP, but, you know,

I would not make a big deal about it.

Just say something like, uh...

the play is gonna be totally rad.

There's a kissing scene and everything.

I wonder who's gonna get that part.

Could be anybody.

- That sounds like an excellent way of handling it.

I have to return home now.

Let me know how Cole Reyes reacts when you tell him.

- Oh, I will.

Wait, what? Wait!

- I now call this meeting of No Androids Here to order.

Any new business? - Yeah, that laptop with legs

attacked me and Longrin today for no reason.

- He's a menace. - It's time to do something.

- We are doing something. We're having this meeting.

- We need to have a meeting between his butt and our feet.

- CROWD: Yeah!

- Well, I think we should focus on setting guidelines

so that any androids in school

know what's expected of them and what won't be tolerated.

And I propose we change the name of our group

to Androids Are Okay-- AOK for short.

- [applause] - Forget that.

Andrew needs to be shut down--permanently.

What do you guys say? - CROWD: Yeah!

- That sounds a little extreme. Andrew's not a bad guy.

He called me Tam Tam once.

Maybe you did something to provoke him?

- No way.

We're, like, the nicest guys ever.

- Yeah, we're-- we're super cordial.

It was that android. We need to shut him down.

- [scoffs]

- Yeah, shut him down! - CROWD: Shut him down!

Shut him down! Shut him down!

- ♪

- [grunts]

- You get more power if you step into it.

- Excuse me?

- Sorry to interrupt your workout.

This'll only take a minute.

I'm Ace Harju, scout for NETS--

Next Generation of Elite Tennis Stars.

- Next Generation of--wait, uh, wouldn't that be NGETS?

- No, it's NETS. NGETS isn't a word.

My colleagues and I think you have the potential

to take your tennis to the next level.

- You're kidding.

- We want to offer you a spot in our academy.

You'll live there, train there,

and all day long it's tennis, tennis, tennis.

- Uh, what about school?

- Okay, fine, it's tennis, tennis,

little bit of school, tennis.

But it's super-easy school and, like, no homework, huh?

And it's totally free.

Won't cost you or your family a penny.

So what do you say?

- I--I--it sounds-- it sounds amazing.

But I should really talk to my family about it first.

Can I get back to you? - Of course.

Family's everything-- after tennis, eh?

- [laughter]

- I'll be in touch. Keep practicing.

And remember, step into those volleys, huh?

- Thanks, Mister, uh--

- You can thank me by saying yes.

- ♪

- So what did Cole Reyes say?

- What did Cole Reyes say about what?

- About how the play was going to be pretty rad,

and there's a kissing scene,

and you wonder who's gonna get that part.

It could be anybody.

- Oh, that. I haven't told him yet.

He left pretty early this morning for practice.

Don't worry, I have a feeling when I tell him, you'll know.

- NAH: Shut him down! Shut him down!

Shut him down!

No Androids Here! No Androids Here!

No Androids Here!

- Whoa, what's his malfunction?

- We don't want any androids in our school.

- Shut him down!

- NAH: Shut him down! Shut him down!

- Wow, that logic is seriously glitched.

I hope you guys know the risks you're taking.

- What's that supposed to mean? - It's only a matter of time

before androids rise up and take over the world.

And since their brains are essentially

a bunch of Exabyte hard drives,

humanity's new overlords won't be forgetting this little scene.

But hey, maybe they'll go easy on you

and just turn you into a pet.

- Don't listen to her.

Androids aren't gonna take over, especially if we, uh--

shut them down!

- NAH: Shut him down! Shut him down!

Shut him down! Shut him down!

Shut him down!

- Why does Rachel Brandt

speak of androids taking over the world?

I'm an android and I have no interest in such a thing.

I want to be human.

- I think Rachel's read too many sci-fi novels.

But hey, at least she's not a hater.

- It is terribly unfair

that Andrew LaPierre is at the center of all this anger

while I face none of it.

- Frankie, I know what you're thinking.

Don't do it.

- ♪

- Look, there's Cole Reyes. Would now be a good opportunity

to tell him about the stage kiss?

- Um, why did I agree to do this again?

- You seemed to have a strategy you felt would be effective.

- Right, so I did. Here it goes.

- Oh, Dayton, there you are! - Yup, here I am!

- Yeah, so I have major, major news.

- I have something I want to tell you too.

Well, I don't want to, but I have to.

- Okay, so mine's huge. Let me go first.

- Please do, and take as long as you want.

- Okay, so this scout guy just offered me a chance

to go a tennis academy full time.

I'd live there. It'd be, like, tennis 24/7.

- No way! - Yeah!

- Well, you're not gonna go, are--

- Why wouldn't I? - And leave me alone with Dad?

I need you! You're my buffer.

- Don't worry, getting hassled by Dad nonstop,

it, uh, builds character. - And what about Frankie?

If you're living at the academy,

you won't be able to see her anymore.

- I didn't think about that.

Oh, no, no, no. What am I gonna do?

Um, I need to talk this over with her.

- Yeah.

- Oh, hey, huh, what was your news?

- You know what?

It might not be an issue anymore.

- Cool.

- [laughs evilly]

Your attention, please, Sepulveda High!

It is I, Dr. Markosian, here to announce Standing Room Only's

latest theatrical creation, "Bae of Frankenstein,"

a horrific love story.

- [applause]

- Woo!

- And now it gives me great pleasure to announce

who will be playing our creepy creatures.

- Here we go. Get a picture of my big moment.

- The part of Frankenstina will be played by...

Frankie Gaines!

- [cheers and applause]

- Give me that!

- The part of Frankenstino will be played by Andrew LaPierre!

- [cheers and applause]

- GIRL: Boo!

- No androids here! - Androids out!

- Okay, android, person, what difference does it make?

Andrew's the best one for the part.

But don't take my word for it.

Come out to the play

and let his transcendent performance amaze you.

- Let's get rid of him once and for all.

Shut him down!

- NAH: Shut him down! Shut him down!

- YAH: Leave him alone! Leave him alone!

- NAH: Shut him down! Shut him down!

- YAH: Leave him alone! - NAH: Shut him down!

- YAH: Leave him alone! Leave him alone!

- [whistles]

If you're going to get rid of Andrew LaPierre,

you're gonna have to get rid of me too, because I am...

...an android.

- ♪

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