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Hey, Mom, can you pass

the cereal? I'm gonna have seconds.

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

I gotta eat a good
breakfast because I want to

have enough energy for
Chelsea's party tonight.

- It's a dance party.
- Yes, you've mentioned that.

Quite a few times. A million times.

I'm still confused.

Isn't Chelsea the girl
you think is kinda scary?

Scariest girl in the world.

Except for that one Spice
Girl. I forget her name.

Yeah, but I'm still going to her party.

I mean, it's a dance
party that's not at school,

so no chaperones.

But Chelsea's parents are
gonna be there, right? Tina?

Yeah, they'll be there, but I heard

they're gonna be
upstairs most of the time

because Chelsea told
them they had to be.

So there's been a lot of
talk about UB at this party.

- UB?
- Upper butt.

The upper part of the butt area.

Okay.

So, you know how when two
people are slow dancing

and sometimes their
hands move a little bit

and there's some consensual
upper butt touching?

- Yup, got it.
- I mean, this is gonna be

my first UB and I'm
feeling pretty excited.

To get some UB,

and to give some.

- Dad, are you okay?
- Mm-hmm.

Aw, I remember we used to have dances

at the rec center every Saturday night.

The best part was that everybody danced.

The cools, the nerds, the jocks,

everybody just dancing
until their legs fell off.

It sounds like maybe
you were doing it wrong?

Oh, and Jimmy Jr.'s gonna be there.

He's been sick all week, but last night,

I saw that he replied
"yes" on the e-vite.

He wrote, "I'm gonna rest up today

and beat this sinus
infection so my feet can fly."

I think that's exactly
what Julia Stiles says

at the end of Save the Last Dance.

So, Chelsea asked Nikki
Bernstein to put together

the playlist for the party and
Nikki texted me the whole list.

There's gonna be three slow songs.

That means three chances for UB,

which is, like, so much UB.

It's a B-load of UB.

Wait. Why can't it be all slow songs?

More UB bang for your buck?

Because, Tina, mmm,

it's a delicate balance.

If you do all slow songs,
there's no fast dancing,

no anticipation.

It has to be three songs, Tina.

- Okay, okay.
- And the last one

- is gonna be "Sweet Love Sugar."
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah. That's like a
six-minute-long song, Tina.

It starts slow and then it
gets more and more intense,

and hands just start moving all over.

They can't help it.

Amateurs will hear the song speeding up

and they'll start fast dancing.

And they'll be like, "Oh, this
is a fast dance now, I guess."

And just do that.

- But Tina?
- Yeah?

- If you stay slow dancing...
- Yeah?

... if you stay in that clinch...

- Yeah?
- ... you will

- touch each other's upper butt.
- Damn.

Nikki said it's the
last song of the night

and it's gonna come on right
after "Funky Farmer Fred."

Good to know, good to know.

♪ Ah ♪

♪ Uh... ♪

♪ Oh, yeah... ♪

Hello? The bell
went ring-a-ling.

- Didn't you hear it?
- Oh, yep. Heh-heh. Off to class.

- Careful, I just mopped there.
- Whoa!

I'm fine.

Hey, guys. One burger
of the day, please.

- I'm starving.
- Hey, Teddy.

Teddy, we missed you at lunch.

It's, like, 6:00.

Yeah, I couldn't get
away from this job today.

I got so hungry.

The only thing I've had all
day was two huge burritos.

- Mmm.
- Hello, my little basement birds.

How's Palletsville?

Palletropolis.

Palletropolis, Mother.

It was revitalizing.

We should have our
corporate retreats there.

What's a Palletropolis?

Someone left a bunch of wooden pallets

in the alley by the dumpster last night.

Some idiot left them.

And these guys decided to take them

and put them in the basement.

Oh. No, no, no. No, no, no. No.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

Whoa. Okay, you and Dad

- were building stuff, too.
- You were?

Well, yeah. We were. A little.

It got kinda slow here this afternoon.

We turned it into a competition.

- A building competition?
- Yeah.

Mom built a throne, and
Dad built, um, something.

You guys just didn't
understand my piece,

'cause you don't know
anything about art.

And we built Palletropolis.

The kids won. The voting was rigged.

And as part of the winner's ceremony

you're gonna take the pallets
back out to the alley, right?

- Uh, yeah, I'm not sure.
- Mmm, we'll see.

My back hurts.

No, no, no, no, no. 'Cause you agreed,

and the trash truck is
coming tomorrow morning,

and that stuff is trash.

- How dare you!
- Wait.

The competition can't be over yet.

I want to build something.

You want to build a pallet thingy?

Yeah, of course I do. I'm a handyman.

It's what I do! It's who I am!

- Okay, easy, Teddy. Easy.
- Okay, all right.

Sorry, Bob, but if I don't

win this competition, so help me...

Okay, okay, you can build a thing.

Great. I'm gonna go get
my tools from the truck.

And my coffee thermos.

And my hand lotion. I'm a little dry.

Okay, but we're gonna have to
close up soon. Just a reminder.

Okay, Bob. Hi, Tina. Fancy.

- Thank you.
- Aw, look at you.

Hold me closer, Tina Dancer.

- Did you ever get ahold of Jimmy Jr.?
- No.

I tried calling and texting
on the emergency phone,

but I didn't hear back.

Maybe my plan of asking
him for a verbal agreement

to dance with me to all the slow songs

wasn't the most romantic
thing in the world.

You wanted him to RSVP to your UB?

- Yeah. Upper butt.
- Uh, yes, I know.

- I'm gonna touch the upper part...
- Yup. Yup.

-... of his butt.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yes. Tina, I get it.

- And he's gonna touch the upper...
- Please. No more.

Pretty good energy in here.

Seeing some of the
kids brushed their hair.

Seeing some tucked-in shirts.

No parents in sight.
This is our house now.

Oh, there's Chelsea. Hi, Chelsea.

Um, talk to her later, probably.

It's like somebody put chum in the water

and it's a room full of hungry
whatever animals eat chum.

- Chum-panzees?
- Yeah.

Well, except for him.

And her. And him.

More UB for us. Okay,
everybody, go, go, go.

Ow!

- Jimmy Jr.
- Hey, Tina.

Sorry I didn't text you back.

I was resting up for tonight.

I had my phone off so I
could get restorative sleep.

No problem.

Um, hey, I have a question for you...

♪ Stir the pot ♪

♪ The butter's gonna burn ♪

♪ Stir the pot... ♪

Oh, ha-ha. Fun song.

Um. Just... I was...

♪ Stir the pot, the
butter's gonna burn... ♪

Uh, I'll check back in a bit.

It's been so long. And really loud.

Is he making sweet
love to a Chevy Malibu?

Wait, power tools?

Automatically disqualified, right?

Oh, yeah. We just had, like,

rubber bands and
chewed-up gum to work with.

So, Jimmy Jr., while I have you...

- All right!
- Oh, yeah!

Zeke! Zeke!

So, yeah, when a slow song comes on,

- do you wanna, um...
- Go! Go!

Um, okay, let's talk later.

You see me out there?

- Boy, I was good.
- Yeah.

I was feeling totally uninhibited.

Love this.

The first slow song. Hey, Jimmy J...

Oh. Am I, like, really sweaty?

Ugh, why is my arm wet?

Oh, my God. Am I
sweaty on my upper butt?

Oh, yes. Very wet.

That is very wet.

Oh, my God. Laundry room. Yes.

I can go dry my skirt real quick

and then I'll just, uh,
catch Jimmy Jr. on the...

on the next slow song.

Okay. Good plan.

- Snack time.
- I love snacks.

- All right.
- I'm gonna eat so many potato chips.

Best night ever!

So many buttons.

Okay, phew.

Yes.

No! The dryer door won't open!

What the... stuck?

Please open.

Oh, my God.

Oh, h-hey, Tina. Uh...

Hi, Sam.

So, cool story.

I kinda sweat through my skirt,

and, uh, I put it in the dryer

and now the dryer door won't open.

Um. So what are you doing in here?

Um, nothing. I'm not hiding or anything,

'cause who hides at
a party? That's weird.

That'd be super weird.
No, I'm f... I'm fine.

- Okay.
- Okay, I'm kinda sorta hiding,

but not from, like, anyone specific.

It's just more like hiding from,

uh, everything that's
going on out there?

Is it okay if we don't
talk about it, actually?

Oh, yeah. Um, hey, do you think

maybe you could help
me with the dryer door?

Oh, sure.

Oh, my God.

Yeah, no dice, home slice.

I'm very sorry I said that.

What am I gonna do?

Hey, uh, maybe I could go find Chelsea

and maybe she could help?

Okay, maybe...

♪ ♪- Yeah.

There she is.

Hey, Chelsea, some soda
spilled over there...

Boo! I'm dancing, so no. Bye.

Okay, yeah. I just... I'm-I'm going.

Um, you know what? Maybe we just

- try the dryer door again?
- Yeah, good idea.

Okay, just a few more steps.

Don't look yet, don't look yet.

Okay, now look.

- Wow. - Oh, my God.
- What?

Trash Pallet Bob's.

- Yup.
- I love it.

Damn it. I guess you win.

This is better. Even though you cheated

- by being really good at this.
- Yes!

In your faces! I win! I'm the winner!

I mean, thank you. Thanks a lot, Louise.

It is really impressive.

Should we take it down?

- What? - What?
- Oh.

'Cause, you know, it's
past closing time and...

I never ate my burger.

Let's serve it to him down here.

- In Trash Pallet Bob's.
- Ooh.

Really? That would be, like,
a lifelong dream come true.

Teddy, you just did this.

Yeah, no, I know, but I didn't know

it was my lifelong dream
until I got started.

But we might as well enjoy it, right?

- Well, we did.
- Oh, come on, Bob.

Don't be a pallet pooper.

Yeah, Dad, the upstairs restaurant

never has to know about this.

Okay, fine.

- Yes!
- Yay! We get to watch Teddy

eat a burger in our basement.

It's not the first time,
but it's always interesting.

♪ Burger in the basement. ♪

I give up.

- I don't know what to do.
- Whew.

Yeah, uh, that felt like
a long time to do that.

I need to get out of here. I
can't miss another slow song.

Yeah, yeah. Totally. Totally.

Uh, Sam, you don't have to stay here

and suffer with me. You should go.

Yeah...

Wait, why are you hiding...

Um, I mean, taking a
long break in here again?

Well, I... It's kind of embarrassing.

I'm wearing a towel,

so I'm pretty familiar
with embarrassing.

Right. Well, I'm, um...

I'm just, like, not really
sure how to be out there.

You know? Like, I'm not much
of a dancer, like, at all,

and I heard there was
gonna be slow dancing,

and after I heard that, I started having

what I thought was, I'm pretty
sure, like a heart attack

or something? Just a-a tightness.

- Oh.
- Yeah, and then I thought, you know, well,

I just won't ask anyone to dance,

and I'll just hang out near
the snacks and that'll be fine.

But then I thought, you
know, what if somebody

asks me to dance? And I'm not gonna

hurt somebody's feelings,
so, no, I would have to

do it, right? But then
if it's a slow dance,

and I mean, I don't know
where to put my hands

or where to look or to
like, where to breathe

or like, what to say
to each other, like...

Or do we not talk? Like, nobody told me

any of that, so it's like,
what is going to happen?

What's gonna happen? So I
thought, you know, if I...

wanted to come, and I thought
that maybe I did want to come,

but I don't know what made me
think that I could handle it.

And maybe I think I'm
just gonna never go to

another party again. Yeah.

Oh. And I mean, the whole UB thing

is probably difficult to navigate, too.

What's UB?

- Upper butt?
- What is that? Wh...

Is that a thing? Is that... What?

No. Never mind, never
mind. Not a thing at all.

- Oh, it's a cat.
- Yeah, it's just a cat.

Uh, I guess if we're
gonna be trapped in here,

it's nice to have a cute little
kitty... Okay, it's pooping

- in the litter box...
- Oh. Oh...

Does that look normal?

He's definitely not
regular. Oh, that's strong.

I can smell it through
my fingers, somehow.

I'm just gonna try the
dryer again real quick.

Nope, still stuck. Cool.

- Cool, cool.
- That cat is not okay.

We shouldn't be doing this.

I'm reheating Teddy's
burger, but I'm not singing

the "Congratulations,
You're the Best Builder" song

that he wanted us to sing.

I'll sing it. You do
the beat-boxing part.

I'm gonna lock up and flip the sign.

Hey, Dalton.

Linda. Oh, my God, are
you guys still open?

We were looking for a good binner spot.

Binner is the meal after
dinner, but before bed.

I invented it, you're welcome.

Aw, no, sorry, we're closed.

But I smell food. And alcohol,
but that might be from me.

No, the food's for
downstairs. We're just...

Eating in our new secret
underground restaurant.

Wait, you have a secret

- underground restaurant?
- Yeah.

I didn't read about this.
Did I read about this?

-No.
-No, right? Did you post anywhere?

Eatumups? GobbleGossip?
NumnumDinnerdog? ChowYouDoing?

- No, very secret.
- Louise. No.

You guys, I love this so
much. Love the secrecy.

I won't tell anyone except
the people I just texted.

What?

But it's already, like,
impossible to get in.

- So, yeah.
- Of course. I totally get it.

But get me two tables
or I'll die right here

- and you'll have to dispose of my body.
- Yeah, yeah.

I'll see what I can do. Let
me talk to my manager. Mom?

Maybe.

Uh, Bob?

Uh, um, I-I...

Oh my God, thank you so much.
Some of my party's arriving late

and we'll need extra
settings at the table.

Thank you, thank you,
thank you, thank you.

Oh, my God.

Okay. This belt I made
out of what I think

are Chelsea's dad's dirty socks
should hold the towel in place.

And it looks okay, right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I mean, it seems fashion-forward.

I'm going with it and I'm
gonna get back out there.

And Sam, you should,
too. I mean, honestly,

what's the worst that could go wrong?

Uh... Yeah, I don't know,

I guess I could be dancing with someone

and then I step on her
foot and break her toe.

Or what if I accidentally
touch that pressure point

on the back of someone's shoulders

that just makes them,
like, fall down dead?

- That could happen?
- Yeah, I don't know! Probably!

Oh no! The second slow song! I'm going.

Uh, okay. Uh, have fun.

Uh, honestly, Sam, you
shouldn't stay in here

with Chelsea's dad's dirty
laundry and the cat poop

that looks like the cat has
major digestive problems.

How has the smell gotten worse?

All right, I-I'm gonna try to scoop it.

That, uh, doesn't look like
the right way to scoop poop.

I mean, I'm pretty
sure you're not supposed

to close your eyes and turn your head?

Uh... Here, I'll, uh,
I'll help you real quick.

- Ah. Thanks.
- Just need to grab a baggie.

Oh, my God, it really smells.

Uh... Is... How's it going?

Great.

Uh, towel falling!

- Oh, my God.
- No!

Oh, no.

Hey, hey, um, well, uh, the good news is

you can wash it off 'cause
we're in a laundry room.

Um, but then I don't
know if you'll be able

to dry it, 'cause... you know.

Okay, so I think I washed
most of the cat diarrhea

off my shirt, so that's good.

But it is very, very wet.

Ugh. This is when a dryer
with a door that opens

- comes in handy.
- Yup, yup.

And sure, I could change
into a different shirt,

if anyone in Chelsea's
family ever washed them.

This basket is all socks
and towels and underwear!

Who wears this much underwear?!

Tina, do you want me to go
get Chelsea's mom and dad?

- And maybe they can help?
- Eh, then I'd be the person

who brings Chelsea's parents downstairs,

which will make everyone sad
and might make Chelsea murder me?

So, maybe not?

Uh...

I really got to get out there

before "Sweet Love Sugar" comes on.

Eh! Got to stretch my hammies.

Gotta keep it loose, goose!

These pants might look tight,
but they're actually really stretchy.

Wait for me, Jimmy Jr.'s upper butt.

Wait for me.

Here are your burgers.
Kind of a pallet cleanser.

Right? Get it? 'Cause of the pallets?

Oh!

Linda, I have a splinter in my butt

and that's a compliment. I mean it.

- Thank you.
- Sorry about the splinter.

I-I wanted to sand the seats,

but I had to hang these
lights, too, you know?

There was just so much pressure
to get it done and open, right?

Dalton, we usually charge for splinters,

but for you, it's on the house.

- But tweezers cost extra.
- Hey, guys?

Uh, please send up the new orders

as soon as you can so we
can not do this anymore.

I'm not sure an underground
restaurant is exactly... legal.

So, we should probably keep
that in mind. Thank you.

Okay! Hi, welcome to Trash Pallet Bob's.

Everyone had their tetanus
shots? You'll be fine.

Ugh, my shirt is still so
wet. Air drying is a myth.

Okay, I'm thinking
maybe I can make a shirt

out of Chelsea's dad's underwear?

Sew them together with...

- my hair, maybe?
- Y-Yeah... ?

Ugh! I just wish I could
start this whole night over

and not drench my skirt in sweat

and not get it stuck in
the world's worst dryer!

And not fall boobs-first

into the most disgusting
litter box ever!

W-W-W-Wait. Uh, "start over."

What if... What if, um...

What if we unplug the dryer

and then we just plug it
back in and restart it?

Like, you know, when
you restart a computer?

Yup. Let's try it. Where's the plug?

Wh-Wh-Wh... Where's the plug?

Uh, uh, oh! Here. Uh,
I-I can see the outlet.

Let me just see if I can reach it, uh...

Oh, God.

Oh, wow. Oh, this is harder
than I thought.

- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm good. I'm fine.

Ah! Ha-ha! I got it.
Plugging it back in...

Oh, wow. Oh, God.

Oh, my God, it opened!

Sam, you're a genius! Thank you!

Oh, yeah, you're welcome.

Wow, that's the hardest
thing I've ever done.

I'm gonna change back into this

and I'm gonna throw this
baby in on tumble dry.

And then it's time to
get on the UB train.

Next stop... Upper Butts-sylvannia.

I'm very happy for you.

You mind turning that way while I change

into my skirt and dry my shirt?

Oh, yeah, yeah. Uh, of course.

Maybe I'll also just, uh,
put this box over my head.

- I mean, you don't have to...
- And then I'll just hum, so I...

- so I can't hear anything.
- Uh...

Okay.

So sorry, we're full right now,

but my hand has room...

Oh! I'm being told a
table just opened up.

- Because of the money.
- Right this way.

It smells, uh, sort of
like mildew down there.

- I hope you mil-don't mind.
- Oh, my God.

It's the hottest place in
town, it smells like garbage,

and no one has done this
before. And this guy built it.

Teddy Handimahn. Am I saying that right?

Oh, no, I-I was just saying
that I'm a handyman, but yeah.

- Is that the bathroom?
- That's the walk-in freezer.

Love it! Come on, you
guys. Just so you know,

we're definitely not
going in there to do drugs.

All right, sounds good.
Nice talking to you.

- Good as new, right?
- Yeah, you can't see the poop anymore.

Unless you know where to look,
in which case you might see,

like, a really faint
outline of the poop,

but it's pretty dark in
there, so you'll be fine.

No one's gonna know you're
wearing a diarrhea shirt.

Great.

"Funky Farmer Fred."

Next song is "Sweet Love
Sugar." Perfect timing.

Here we go.

Sam, are you sure you
don't want to come out

and join the party?
It's close to the end.

You can hide in the shadows and, um,

just feel like you got that far?

Uh, yeah. Um, I'll be out
in a minute. You go ahead.

I-I... You've got... upper butt brain.

Damn straight. Uh, see you out there.

Huh. So, he's not gonna come out.

But it's time for T to get some UB.

When this song
ends, it's "Sweet Love Sugar" time.

- Tina! Where have you been?
- Ah!

Did you go outside to fart

so no one would know it was you?

I would never do that.

Sorry, Tammy, I'm just
gonna dance past you...

No, you're not. No, you're not.

- No, you're not.
- Move it!

- Oh, my God!
- Whoo! Haa-hoo!

That one got my blood pumping.

My whole body's, like, tingling.

I remember we used to have dances

at the rec center every Saturday night.

The best part was that everybody danced.

Oh, hey, you're back. Did you...
sweat through your skirt again?

That was... That was really fast.

You, uh, didn't come out.

Oh, yeah, I'm just gonna wait until

people start to leave and then slip out.

Um, s-still gonna be
a fun memory, right?

It's a... big success.

- Sam, come out there and dance with me.
- What?

- Yeah, come on.
- But, uh...

Sam, w-we're just two
people who are gonna dance.

But what about your UB plans?

No, no, no. No UB.

Don't UB worried about that.

- Uh...
- Sam, it's gonna be okay,

I promise.

Sorry, my hand's a little...
It's a... It's a lot...

- It's very sweaty.
- So is mine. So is mine.

Oh. Yeah, it is.

How does music get on
these things, anyway?

- It's like magic.
- I know!

♪ Chocolate ice cream on... ♪

Oh, God, I'm doing it. I'm dancing.

And you're good at it, too.

Ah, I know you're just saying that.

I'm stepping on your foot right now.

- I heard it crack.
- I'm okay.

- Hey, thanks, Tina.
- No big deal.

You know, I-I think I kind of
like slow dancing a little bit.

Oh. Oh, God, the fast part.

Oh, I was just getting
used to the slow part.

No, no. The fast part's gonna be great.

Don't think about it, just go with it.

Hah! Hah! Hah! Yeah!

Um, I-I know I was, uh...

slightly against this idea,

but I think we made more money down here

than we did upstairs all day.

"Slightly against it"? Dad...

I, like, came around, like, immediately.

- Mm-hmm.
- It'd be crazy to leave this up

and do it again tomorrow, right?

Oh, I don't know... I'd leave it up.

Hey, this crumb keeps
moving. Oh, it's a bug.

Oh, wait, there are a couple of bugs.

- Where? - There.
- Oh, yeah.

Sometimes bark beetles
live in wooden pallets.

- They lay their eggs in them.
- Oh, God.

Uh, I see an egg sac under this one.

Yeah, egg sac here, too.

Oh, God! They're everywhere!

Okay. Uh, let's see how
fast we can take these out.

- Yep, yep. - Oh, boy.
- Let's go.

- Let's go, let's go.
- Yup, yup. - Mm-hmm.

I did it. I danced at a dance party.

Yeah! You danced till
your legs fell off.

- Oh, my God, did I?
- No, sorry. Figure of speech.

Hey, there's a empty
chair next to Jimmy Jr.

I mean, it's not, you know,
UB, but it's something, right?

Like, EC? Empty chair?

Oh, yeah. EC for me.

Oh. My mom's here, I got to go.

Uh, bye, Chelsea. Thanks for having me.

Great party, check on your
cat, I think he might be sick.

His stools are very irregular. Bye.

Bye, Sam.

You okay, Jimmy Jr.? You look wiped out.

Yeah. I guess I wasn't totally
over my sinus infection.

But I really left it all out there.

Did-did you have fun tonight?

Yeah, in a different way than I thought.

Oof. Can I rest my head on
your shoulder for a second?

- Oh, uh, yeah, go-go ahead.
- Thanks.

Do you have any soup?

- Uh, I don't.
- That's okay.

♪ Whenever I'm with you ♪

♪ I'm wearin' a grin ♪

♪ I never want to leave this place ♪

♪ Especially since you've got ♪

♪ A chocolate goatee on your chin ♪

♪ Chocolate all over your face ♪

♪ So happy you're the one I chose ♪

♪ Gonna put some chocolate
ice cream on your nose ♪

♪ When I'm with you,
my feelings soar ♪

♪ Don't even care if
it clogs my pores ♪

♪ Won't you give me
some sweet love sugar? ♪

♪ Oh, sweet love sugar ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh, sweet... ♪

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