Mom, Abuela, there's something I have to tell you.
Wow, this sounds serious.
What is it, mijo?
I'm, um... I'm moving out.
[screaming]
Bobby, are you okay?
I, uh, just wanted to say how much I love
and appreciate you both.
- Aw. - We love you too.
[sighing]
So, change of plans.
I moved out without telling them. Ta-da!
Wait, what?
All of my money's going to rent,
so I had to improvise on furniture.
Check it out! I made a couch out of canned corn.
I don't even have to get up for a snack.
Mmm.
I can't wait to go to our class after dinner!
Sorry, I'm back.
What's this class you're talking about?
You remember our neighbor, Jean-Philippe.
He gives us baking lessons once a month.
Si. The class starts at 8:00.
What?! That's in ten minutes!
Oui. That means yes. He even teaches us some French.
Gah! Of course he does!
Uh, I, uh, I forgot to finish my workout! BRB!
There's gotta be a video on baking pastries.
Ooh, here's one!
I can just wear my earbuds and secretly follow the vid!
[chuckles] Yes!
And I can make up some French on the spot.
Who's gonna know the difference?
Oh, I feel like I'm forgetting something.
[knocking]
Knock-knock, Jean-Philippe!
Hope we're not too early!
[shrieking]
I need to disguise myself as Jean-Philippe!
[French accent] Uh, le coming!
[music playing]
Here goes something.
Bonjour, Jean-Philippe!
Whoa, why do you have dough all over your face?
[French accent] It is huge in Paris!
All ze French bakers say to make great pastry,
you must see through le dough.
- Cool. - Makes sense.
I want to try.
Phew.
Le cool.
Let's get started.
Let's get started. Today, we'll make le cronut.
Is it a donut? Is it a croissant?
It is le both! Hon hon hon hon hon!
[laughing]
Mira! I have the exact same baking supplies
in my kitchen!
[gulps]
Well, that means that you have a great sense
for what all of the famous French bakers are using
right now. [chuckles]
First, roll your dough and fold it in thirds.
First, let's all roll le dough and fold it in trois thirds.
[ringing]
Now bring the corners to the center.
Now bring le corners to the center.
Then fold the wings down.
Then le fold the wings down. Wings?
That's a good-looking paper plane.
Mine looks more like an airplane.
Oui! Flying pastries, all the rage in Paris.
Moving on!
[beeping]
You must set the temperature
to 1,000 degrees for several hours.
You must set the temperature to-
1,000 degrees?
Ay, que calor!
[beeping]
This might be a le problem.
Hey, Mr. Nakamura had that same recliner.
I helped him get rid of it this morning.
He said it was infested with awful bugs.
I-infested?
[chuckles] You don't say.
I could use a little break while our cronuts are baking.
Uh, I wouldn't do that, monsieur!
[buzzing]
[screaming]
[fire alarm beeping]
[screaming]
[beeping]
Whuh-oh.
[both] Bobby?!
I'm so sorry. I'm not Jean-Philippe.
He moved to Paris
and I've been living here ever since.
- Que? - But Bobby, why?
That's where my canned corn went.
[screaming]
There's so much chaos at home,
and I felt like I needed my own space.
Please don't use the super chancla!
[laughing]
Why are we laughing? I'm scared.
Bobby, you should have talked to us.
You're an adult now,
and you can make your own decisions, mijo.
Oh, really?
What about when Tio Carlos went to college
and you moved into his dorm room with him?
That was his idea!
He wouldn't stop crying and begging me to stay.
What a baby.
Does that mean I can stay here?
- Si. - Of course.
Thanks, you guys! Oh, but I can't cook.
Can I still come over for breakfast? And lunch.
Oh, and dinner. And snacks in between?
[laughing]
Of course, mijo.
♪ All grown up Taking care of myself ♪
[yawning]
Time for mimis.
Sweet dreams, mijo.