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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.

- ♪