How long has it been since our precious scooter
was ripped away from my arms?
It wasn't ripped away from our arms. We gave it away.
It's been eight hours.
It feels like 108.
Well, Rebecca M. has been posting up a storm.
Check this one out.
Whoa!
She's doing a handstand on her electric bike?
Yes. Yes, she is.
Man, that is sick!
Oh, I mean, not impressed at all.
[sighing]
Well, I guess I'll just have to accept
that I've lost and admit
that I'm the second best Rebecca at school.
[knocking]
I hope that's not the guy
from Hip Hop Times here to interview me
and record me doing tricks on the scooter.
I thought you said they hung up on you.
You remember too much.
Well, well, well.
Looks like someone changed her mind
about that, uh-- Ow! Ow!
Hey, Bethany. What's going on?
I can't keep the scooter.
Why? You fall off it or something?
[laughing]
Yes, I did.
Oh.
So, my mom said I had to give it back.
Well, what are we going to do now?
We can't keep this thing.
Well, technically, we did what we were told.
We got rid of the scooter, right?
Yeah.
Well, it's not our fault it came back.
So, are you saying we should keep it?
Duh!
So wait. You're going to hide the scooter
from your entire family
for as long as you both live here?
I think the word I'm looking for is... duh!
Believe me, it's not one of the worst ideas
he's come up with.
So are you going to help me keep this a secret?
Or call Rebecca M. and admit defeat?
I know what you're trying to do.
And it worked!
Let's hide this upstairs.
Uh-huh.
They're gonna be like Rebecca M. who? Electric what?
We need a wardrobe change.
But first, let me give you my savage look.
Ruff!
Yes.
Yes, yes, yes.
Yo, what's up?
I said, I need the scooter today.
I'm gonna practice some cool new tricks
so I could do 'em in a music video.
But we're not done with our photo shoot.
Too bad, so sad.
I'm taking your scooter so don't be mad.
No, you're not! Gimme that thing!
You're not stronger than me!
Yes, I am.
Don't act like you're that strong.
I'm taking this. You've been hogging all day!
Okay. Okay. You said to run. I ran.
You said to squat. I squatted.
You said to do burpees.
[grunting]
I burped.
When can we start cooking?
When I say you're ready!
You're ready!
Great.
Because... ooh... I really...
Thanks.
...I really need to master how to make the Beef Wellington.
Oh, you're not ready for that yet?
We need to start small.
I want to see you make scrambled eggs.
I set up your station.
Eggs?
[screaming gibberish]
I mean, yes, Chef. Thank you, Chef.
Peace. I'll get the scooter
back to you in like, a week or so.
[screaming] Uh.
That's what you get.
I told you we weren't done with it yet.
[groaning]
[grunting]
Maybe Auntie Yas and Uncle Myles
were right about us being too clumsy.
So you wanna get rid of the scooter?
No, we're keeping it.
But this secret thing is just too much.
So what are you saying?
We're just gonna have to show them
that we aren't clumsy,
which means we got to work on our balance.
Then when they see how good we are,
they'll let us keep the scooter.
Sounds like two for two on good ideas.
Girl, please, I got tons of good mind thoughts.
Yeah, that's more like it.
Are you sure this will help?
I found it on the internet. It's called a tree pose.
Well, that explains this. Timber!
Time two!
Now can we make the Beef Wellington?
You think you're ready to wrap dough
around delicious beef?
No, ma'am.
We'll start with these hot dogs.
Pigs in a blanket?
[screaming gibberish]
Oh. Uh. Ah!
[screaming]
Uh.
Oh.
This, madam, is delightful.
[crying]
That's it. Let it all out.
[crying]
You're ready
for the Angry Chef's Beef Wellington recipe.
[crying]