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(OPENING THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

- (CAT SNARLING) - (DOGS BARKING)

(SINGING) Hey! Another day in my old hood

Summer's starting and it's gonna be so good

Hey, oh, hey! I was gonna be so cool

Then you all moved in

And got me looking like a fool, again

CHORUS: Oye, primos

Why you all up in my face?

CHORUS: Oye, primos

Get up out my space

CHORUS: Oye, primos

You're wearing out my brain

You're driving me insane

Not the roll call again

Cousin Bud, Nacho and Lita

Tere, Tabi and Tonita

Scooter, Lotlot and Gordita

Nachito, ChaCha and Cookita

- CHORUS: Yay - TATER: No, come on

CHORUS: Oye, primos

(GRUNTS IN FRUSTRATION)

(TATER READING)

TATER: In the beginning, there was darkness.

Then there was...

Me! Tater Ramirez Humphrey!

Me, a lump of clay.

Me, searching for my true self.

But soon,

I will achieve my final form.

But I don't know what it'll be

until I'd get a little (SHOUTING) quiet.

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

Whatcha drawing, Tater?

Big plans.

It's time for The Summer of Tater.

A three-part play.

Act one, I get alone time.

Act two, I make a plan for my future final form.

Then, act three, I transform into something amazing.

But it all starts with some me time.

Whoa! You have big dreams. I... (GASPS)

Take a powder, sweetie.

Oh, Tater, my big-but-littler sister.

Good thing you have me to break it to you.

Oh, Nellie, my sweet and salty little sis.

Break what to me?

Well, you're dreaming too big...

BOTH: By even dreaming at all.

Exactly.

Tater, we live in Los Angeles.

And while most people think that's where dreams come true,

I mean, look at this place.

(ENGINE WHIRRING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(SCREAMS) Killer bees.

Does it look like dreams come true here?

Maybe being chased by bees is that guy's dream.

You don't know.

There's nothing wrong with our town.

Pothole!

(TATER GRUNTS)

Okay, so our town has some quirks.

And, yeah, the summers kinda stink.

Not "kinda." Literally.

But this summer is gonna be different.

I'm turning ten.

And I've got big plans for transformation, Mr. Mojo.

- (SNARLS) - Uh!

I've lived a whole decade and haven't accomplished squat.

I'm just... Not enough.

Pray tell, what will make you enough?

Uh-uh, Nellie, that's act three. No spoilers.

The first act of summer is getting Tater time!

You know, me time. Alone. To myself.

Oh. (SCOFFS)

Good luck getting Tater time in this house.

- (CLAMOR) - Hey, girls.

Welcome home, amorcitos.

Just in time...

- ...To watch the baby. - ...To watch the baby.

Classic Bibi. Transferring responsibility.

Middle child, out!

Ah, classic Nellie. Avoiding work.

(SNIFFING)

(GAGS) New diaper, baby bud.

(BABY COOING)

- (THUMPS) - Ow!

(EXCLAIMS) Sorry, little sweet potato.

Hey, mind giving me a hand?

Hey, Dad, did you have any dreams

when you were my age?

Dreams? Like, you know, like when you sleep?

No. Hey, Ma, you know what I'm talking about, right?

Of course, it says right on my pillow.

Dream big, hija.

That...

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

You know I don't speak Spanish.

Ay, girl.

Nightmares.

Why does everyone think I mean sleep dreams?

I mean dreams, like, big hopes for the future.

Oh, those?

Well, you know, you don't wanna go too big with those.

But a nice small or even a medium-sized dream, just right.

Like Goldilocks.

Hmm. That doesn't make any sense.

(SNORES)

Looks like Pop might be the only one who dreams around here, sis.

Sorry, Tater. Our world just isn't made for dreamers.

You gotta lower your expectations

just like everyone else around here.

Unless you wanna be a weirdo, you weirdo.

Well, if I'm just an adorable weirdo, then so be it.

I didn't say "adorable."

The summer's arrived, but something's still wrong

It's time to dream big write a list, get going

'Cause now it's my time

Whatever I dream I'mma make it mine

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I hate to rain down on your little parade

But what you're talking about ain't reality

That's where you're wrong

All I gotta do is believe in me

- Yeah, yeah, yeah - What?

I could learn French

But you never liked school

I'll have style and poise

But you never look cool

I can just imagine it

And that's halfway to having it

So why don't you stop babbling?

There's no rattling me

And I don't need a plane to fly

Or a car for speed

Um, actually that's exactly what you need

I could be a star or a great athlete

You're forgetting who you are

You got two left feet

You'll see

All I need is me

Big dreams and I'll make it true

Keep dreaming, sis.

And I don't need no one telling me

What I can do

Too much to even make a list

Oh, yeah, dreaming is for when you're sleeping

So wake up and listen to reason

All I need is me big dreams

And time away from you

Unless you wanna help me.

Oh, I think I hear Mom calling me, bye.

All alone.

Act one begins.

It's Tater time.

Oh, have you been waiting for me

with your rich faux leather cover?

Time to dream up The Summer of Tater.

(RUMBLING)

(SHRIEKS) Earthquake!

(CAR HONKING)

No, it's worse than an earthquake.

It's visitors.

Did Mom invite people over?

Today? The first day of summer freedom?

Why are you surprised?

Mom's always doing unexpected stuff.

Bibi be Bibi.

Did someone say my name?

(SCREAMS) Frijoles.

Escuchen. All 12 of your primos are coming.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(GRUNTS)

I just want some alone time.

Look, the faster we get this primo visit over with,

the faster I can get back to the Summer of Tater

and the faster you can get back to...

Whatever it is you're doing.

It's called a Pop Stack.

Right. So I say we get out there,

say our quick hellos, booyah ba-bam,

then we get back to our lives.

Eh, fine. I've got five minutes before he turns over.

ALL: Hello, all.

LA's finest at your service.

- (TIRES SCREECHING) - (ALL GRUNT)

(SIGHS) We're here to wreck your stuff.

Don't forget your manners, boys.

We're here to wreck your stuff, thank you.

Phew! Greenhouse gases, averted.

Your environmental efforts are futile, sibling.

- Hiss! - (CAR HONKS)

(CRASHES)

Oh, now that's a way to make an entrance.

She's done. You're safe now, okay?

Oh, Papa. It wasn't that bad.

Right, hermanitos?

She's done. You're safe now.

Hey, hey, Ivan!

Hi, Diego! Ignacio!

Dude, bring it in.

How'd you all get off work so early?

Oh, I'm still on the clock. (CHUCKLES)

Gotta get this guy on ice.

Huh, is this everyone?

I thought we had one more.

(MOTORCYCLE ROARING)

ChaCha!

ChaCha!

That makes 12. They're all here.

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

- And there's Tater and Nellie. - (ALL GASPING)

Brace for impact.

(CLAMORING)

Hey, you. And, uh... You guys.

Wow! And you... (CHUCKLES) Right there.

Seriously? You still don't know their names?

You've met them all before. Multiple times.

Yeah, but there's 12 of them.

Oh, fine. Just stick with me.

Well, very impressive, Tere, Tabi and Tonita.

It's actually easy.

Especially, when you have a private trainer.

Here, we'll show you how to do it.

- Yeah. - (GRUNTS)

Tere, Tabi, Tonita. Got it.

Ouch!

Just collecting a sample.

Trust me. This is the least unpleasant way.

Hello, Gordita.

Whoa, little sis. Respect boundaries.

Gotta ask before collecting DNA.

Hostess gift!

Thanks, Cousin Bud.

Uh... Maybe I'll take care of it.

(THUDS)

Oh, ChaCha. I'm happy to see you again, too.

Especially if you've gotten past your biting stage.

- (BITING) - NELLIE: Ow!

Guess not.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(STUTTERS) Yeah. Todo... Great.

Do you need help getting your skate gear out?

Hey, you probably have a cooler word for it, huh, Lita?

Sure I do.

But that's a secret of the trade.

(SIGHS) Oh! Hey, Scooter.

He's still pretty shy.

And you're still pretty adorable, Lucita.

Lucita. Was that always her name?

Hey, primos.

- (BOTH GASPS) - Hi, Lotlot.

Wasn't she just in the hearse?

Hungry? I got some entrail mix.

Uh, wow. Um... Thanks, Lotlot, but we had a big lunch.

Well, I hope you saved room for some Nacho noogies.

Hey, don't forget the grated cheese.

Hi, Big Nacho.

Or the jalapenos.

And here's Nachito.

(SCOFFS) You don't have to say all our names.

It's like you don't know who we are.

Wait, you guys have the same name?

I... I mean, of course you do.

Forget the name tag.

That was the last primo. We're done.

Well, look at the time.

It feels like you're saying goodbye

as soon as you've said hello.

(LAUGHS) Sure wish y'all didn't have to leave.

But I have to get back to Tater time.

(GASPS) Hija, guess what?

The primos are actually staying.

(ECHOING) Staying?

Right here, with us, for the whole summer.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

The whole summer?

The whole... Ah!

Aw.

Hijas, I know it's a big surprise to lay on you, but...

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

When I was your age, my favorite summers

were the ones I got to spend with all my primos.

Now, you get to have the same amazing experience.

It'll be the best summer ever. Just imagine.

(ECHOING) Just imagine.

(GROWLS) Tater.

No! My alone time!

My dreams!

(LAUGHS)

No use fighting it, sis.

I told you this wasn't a place for dreamers. (GASPS)

No. I won't give up my final form.

I won't give up my summer!

BUD: Tater. Scoot your boots out here.

Come on, folks. Squeeze on in.

I wanna commemorate the summer of primos.

(BLOWS RASPBERRY)

But this is supposed to be the summer of me!

(TATER READING)

(DISTORTED VOICE) Diary!

You will not believe what my mother did.

Sorry, that was rude.

(IN NORMAL VOICE) Dear darlingest diary,

remember how today was supposed to be

the first day of The Summer of Tater?

The summer I turn ten and discover my true self. Meh.

I knew it'd take hard work, self-reflection,

steady hydration, occasional naps to recharge.

But all of that was possible

because I had a summer of Tater-time.

Nothing could stop me.

Except... The beebs.

My mom, who decided that this was the perfect summer

to invite all my cousins to come stay with us.

Cousins, plural. Extremely plural.

All 12! (LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY)

At least, things can't get worse.

(BIBI CALLING OUT IN SPANISH)

Can you girls be angels

and help bring in your primos' luggage?

Where does it go? Our imaginary guest room?

The closest motel? Canada?

(LAUGHS) Hija, no.

The primos are sleeping in...

Your room!

It'll be like one big slumber party

(IN SING-SONG VOICE) ...all summer long, long, long long!

(CHOKING)

The primos are staying in our room?

My tchotchkes.

My pillow.

My young adult novels.

- (RUMBLES) - (CLAMORING)

(GASPS, SHRIEKS)

There's no way we're putting up with this.

Where else are the primos gonna sleep? The garage?

Not while that possum has the run of the place.

Look, I just want to get out of bellhop duty.

Ooh! Tio convention.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

(GRUNTS) Who cares about TioCon?

Stay focused.

We can't let the primos in our room.

Not yet, anyway.

Why don't you leave bellhop duty to me?

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

So what's the scuttlebutt? Any good deals

on cable? Hmm?

Looks like this calls for some ingenuity.

No one's getting in here unless they've got ingenuity too.

(LAUGHS)

Hey, T-Sisters.

ALL: Hi, Tater.

Can I assist you with your luggage

as you sign this roommate agreement?

What's a... Ooh! Sparkle gel pen!

Thanks for getting our backs, Tater.

Here. For your troubles.

It'll be worth a ton someday.

This is going to be even easier than I thought.

Oh, boy.

(GRUNTS)

You can get into my room when your owners do.

After they've agreed to the rules in my roommate agreement.

Hey, Lotlot.

You look, uh, busy.

Want me to grab your luggage for ya?

Sure. If it doesn't grab you first.

Hey, Cousin Bud. I found your, uh... Bag of trash?

Nope. That's my luggage. Didn't want my compost to miss me.

Great. Gordita, can I grab your luggage?

Best keep it upright. That's for business. This is for pleasure.

Oh, yay, Diplomats and Domains,

the super-complicated board game that takes forever to play.

Can't wait to break this out.

Roommate agreements.

Hey, Big Nacho and Nachito.

Can I help bring in your luggage?

I don't know, small fry, can you?

I brought my heaviest duffle.

And I brought all my water guns.

Well, I brought these guns.

(GRUNTING)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey, Tater, wanna join our little dance party?

Uh, maybe later.

But first, um, can I, uh, bring in your stuff?

(LAUGHS) Okay, sure.

And don't forget my toys.

(WHISPERING)

And Scooter's pitch pipe.

Great. I'll go grab them

while you sign these.

Careful, Tater. Nice and... (SHOUTING) Easy!

(SQUEAKS)

Ugh!

I hear ya.

Extended warranties are for suckers. Am I right? Huh?

(INDISTINCT)

Okay. That just leaves...

(GROWLING)

ChaCha!

Can I help you with your, um, luggage?

Why is it wet?

Now I'll need you to sign this.

(GROWLS)

(SIGHS IN RELIEF) Surely, they'll all have signed

their roommate agreements by now.

What's the matter, guys?

Is there a problem with the agreements?

I hope everybody knows cursive.

We know cursive. We're just not agreeing to these stupid rules.

(CLAMORING)

(SPITS)

Yeah. What she said.

Sorry for the dogpile, Tater, but no music?

No nail polish?

No farting? What about tooting?

Just a little midday prootz.

No, no and no.

(FARTS)

Come on, Tater. How about a compromise?

The agreements are final.

But we don't agree to any of it.

Good luck getting us to sign.

Good luck getting into my bedroom.

(LOCK OPENS)

Shouldn't have made the combo your Social Security number.

Ingenuity!

Fine. You might have the room, but I have your stuff.

(ALL GASPING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(PITCH PIPE PLAYS)

Well, we seem to be at an impasse.

I, for one, would like to go get some shut-eye in our room.

It is just an expression.

I've never seen her eyes close.

- (DOOR CLOSES) - Maybe it's time for backup.

Nellie!

See, now I say, when the burger's on the grill,

you back off.

Just leave it, man.

Or else you're gonna miss out on all that sear.

You need the sear, Papi.

(ALL AGREEING)

TioCon.

Guess it's just you and me, Panda.

Might as well make ourselves comfy.

- Oh, yeah, that's the stuff. - (DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

Who's there? Oh, Lucita. Hi.

Oh, hi, my favorite big prima.

I just came to say I love you.

Aw!

And could you please give us some of the luggage back?

The T-Sisters need their silk pillowcases,

and we all need Big Nacho's deodorant.

Uh... Sure.

(GASPS) Hey, wait a minute.

Real nice, guys. Sending Lucita to do your dirty work.

Sorry, but tell them if they don't sign,

they don't get their stuff back.

Well, if we can't have our stuff back,

you can't have your diary.

- (THUNDER RUMBLING) - My diary!

(LAUGHS)

Guys, can we negotiate?

ALL: Too late!

Think, Tater, think. You gotta get back into your room.

A-ha!

If I start in Mom and Dad's room and go through the vents,

I think I can sneak in and out without being seen.

What do you think?

You're right. Who's gonna watch the stuff while I'm gone?

Hmm.

(SQUEAKING)

Don't let me down, imi-Tater.

Carnal. She's right there.

(TREMBLING)

(INHALES SHARPLY, GASPS)

Candy!

- (GRUNTS) - (ALL GASP)

Tater, you're busted.

Wait, if Tater is here, then that means...

Our stuff!

No, wait. Stop where you are.

(HARMONICA PLAYING)

(CLEARS THROAT)

ChaCha!

Tater!

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS)

(LAUGHS)

No!

(COUGHS)

Well, I've still got most of your stuff.

And my diary. (KISSES)

You're safe now, little buddy.

Guess we better see how much damage they did to ya.

Oh. The latch is still latched.

(GASPS) They actually respected

my privacy?

- (DRILLING) - (BANGING)

Oh, right.

They were probably too busy destroying my room.

Guess it's just you and me, buddy.

(SQUEAKING)

So if I capture a cornfield, I become corn king.

(LAUGHS)

No one's even playing with me. What's the point?

There's certainly no point

if you're going to play the game wrong.

Here, let me show you.

Be right back, gotta pee. Ooh!

Can I watch you guys play?

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

Wow, Gordita. What a beast!

Hey, the game's not over yet.

If I could just get a waterway... Ugh!

I'll trade you two of my seaports

for some changes to the roommate agreement.

Let's start with the "no music" rule.

- Deal. - (ALL CHEERING)

Hey, I'll give you my gold mine if you lose the no perfume rule.

Trade you my salt flats for my night light.

I'll trade you anything if I can prootz again.

Yes, yes and no.

Oh, man. (FARTS)

Honestly, all I really want is a space of my own.

But it's not like you can give me that.

Well, actually...

(IN SING-SONG VOICE) We have something to show you.

Ta-da!

Tater's corner.

You have our decorations.

And my night light.

And my ax. Uh, to borrow.

But this is so... I mean, why...

Why did you do all of this for me?

Well, 'cause we felt bad about,

you know, kicking you out of your own room.

We just got so excited with setting up our new digs.

We didn't mean to go all invasive species on you.

So this is your corner, and we promise to stay out of it.

Guys, I...

I don't even know what to say

except thank you.

BUD: What in blue blazes happened here?

Who's going to clean all this up?

You kids are so grounded.

Is that Diplomats and Domains?

Oh, we used to love that game.

All right.

Primos versus TioCon.

Winners take all. Losers clean the hall.

(CLOSING THEME MUSIC PLAYING)