Sid?
[both] What are you doing here?
I live here.
No way. I might too.
My parents are applying for an apartment right now.
I looked at it with them before going to the park.
Apartment 3A?
That's right over me in 2A. We could be neighbors.
You're blowing my mind right now!
You have to give that family the apartment.
I hung out with Sid at the park and she's awesome.
Mija, I don't own the building. I just manage it.
That decision's up to Mr. Scully,
and he's gonna have a lot of applicants to choose from.
We just have to make sure
that no other potential tenants see the apartment.
How does Abuela usually advertise it?
Online post, email blast?
[laughing]
No way. Abuela's old school.
Yeah! She photocopies the same flyer
she's used for ten years
and puts it up all over the neighborhood.
Okay, so we'll have to take those flyers down
and deal with the people who've already seen them.
Plus, someone has to keep Abuela distracted.
Now who's with me?
[all] I am.
Oh, well, I'll call Mr. Scully to let him know.
Hey, official new neighbor...
[ringing]
Oh, hello, Mr. Scully! I was just about to call you!
Thanks for all your hard work today, Mrs. Casagrande!
I was wondering if you could show
the apartment one more time.
Huh?
I'm sending some potential tenants over in an hour.
They're friends of mine. I think they'll be a great fit
for the building.
[gasping] But what if they don't like it.
Here's what I'm thinking.
Before they get here, we distract Abuela
and make the apartment look like a total disaster.
That's great but there's one tiny hole in your plan.
Abuela's obviously going to know what we did
when she takes the couple up there.
- No, she won't. - Why?
Because she's not going to take them
to see the apartment, I am.
I can't believe this is going to be my hallway, and my door.
And this is going to be my living room.
And this is going to be my bedroom.
I think we nailed it.
Yeah, nice brushwork.
You're almost making me not wanna live here.
Thank you. How'd the gluing go?
Great. These windows aren't closing any time soon.
[chuckles nervously]
Yep. I think our work here is almost done.
Just one more thing.
Whoa! What is that smell? [coughing]
My secret weapon.
A secret blend of expired cheese,
Bobby's work shoes, and to top it off,
Lalo's fart pillow. [farting]
Dang, girl. What's next?
We hide these around the apartment
And then?
- You go back to your hotel, - And then?
I'll signal you when the mission is complete.
Oh, no. Carl, you're forehead is warm!
Are you getting sick?!
Sick? Who's sick? Carl sick?
How could you?
Pobrecito, are you ill?
Ah, I told you not to touch the subway handrails,
but don't worry, I have remedies to cure everything.
Yeah, that's what I was afraid of.
Mija, you'll have to show the Reynolds the apartment.
I'll start warming up the bone broth.
Oh, it's the best unit in the building.
You're going to love it, Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds.
[gasping]
So, as you can see, it's really bright
and open and airy.
Goodness. There seems to be a lot of cracks in the walls.
You can hang a few pictures and who's going to notice?
Am I right?
[banging]
Your upstairs neighbor is a professional clog dancer.
And that's how you do the CJ Shuffle.
Wonderful. You're very talented, CJ.
- Another cookie? - Don't mind if I do.
Ugh! What is that smell?
Great question, no one really knows,
it's a fun mystery the whole building's been trying to solve.
My money's on a forgotten crab cake,
or rockfish. Ever had rockfish.
[banging, screeching]
Ah, the excitement of the city. Don't you love it?
[honking]
Maybe we should close some windows!
[grunting] This one is stuck.
[grunting] So is this one!
It's almost like it was glued open!
I don't understand what the Reynolds are talking about.
You'll see how nice the apartment is,
new windows, new paint, everything.
AH!
Wha- The- How do you explain this?
I... I... I can't.
I can, this was all my doing. I made the place look terrible
so the Reynolds wouldn't want it.
But why would you do that?
Because I wanted the Changs to live here.
Sid and I really hit it off and I thought we could be friends.
Maybe even best friends.
Mr. Scully, I'm really, really sorry.
Please don't fire, Abuela. She's a great manager.
This is all on me.
[screeching]
Oh, yoo-hoo! Ca-ca-ca-ca-caw. AH!
Oh yoo-hoo!
What the what?! Sid?
Hey neighbor!
But, wait, I-I-I don't understand.
Ronnie Anne, what you said
about having a best friend really touched me.
I got to live next door to my 'BFF'
when I was a kid, and I know how special that is.