Good morning, best roomie ever.
I have prepared breakfast.
I call this cereal a la bowl.
Oh, well, what's next? Orange juice a la cup?
I can't wait to dig into my...
[wheezing]
Frozen cereal?
[laughing]
I'm Lay Lay and you just got play-played.
Okay, you got me.
I almost ate a mouthful of ice crispies.
Well, since you taught me what a prank was,
I've sort of become the master--
[screaming]
[laughing]
Oh, don't be a hatie, you just got Sadie'd.
That's good, but you know I'm gonna get you back, right?
Sleep with one eye open.
Morning, girls.
Dad, were you able to get those tickets
for the DJ Robot Head show tonight at Boombox Burger?
As a matter of fact, I spoke to one
of my cool connects in the jingle biz--
Dad, I'm sorry, but there's nothing cool
about the phrase "jingle biz".
She gave me two tickets.
[screaming]
Why are we screaming?
DJ Robot Head is my favorite DJ.
I've been trying to get tickets for her show for weeks.
Yeah, so you can just call me Cool Dad.
Well, I'm going to need you to say it
if you want these tickets.
Cool Dad would know no one uses paper tickets anymore.
Do you want the tickets or not?
Yes, please, I would like them very much.
Hey, Lay Lay, what's up?
Shh!
Sadie's in the bathroom I'm about to prank her good.
I get it, the old rope on a bucket full of confetti trick.
Oh, this bucket isn't full of confetti.
What's in it?
Glitter? Ping pong balls? Scorpions?
Why would I have scorpions?
No reason. Carry on.
I'm about to kick this closet prank up a notch, Lay Lay style.
This bucket is filled with ketchup, syrup, chocolate sauce...
What? You can't!
Here's what I'm thinking about wearing.
[screaming]
[gasping]
I'm Lay Lay and you just got play-played!
What did you do?
But, why aren't you laughing?
Lay Lay, I don't know what planet you're from,
but around here, you never mess with a black woman's hair.
My hair!
Okay, tell me the truth.
How bad is my hair?
You want me to tell you the truth,
or do you want to stay friends?
It's that bad?
Okay, let me just see for myself.
[screaming]
I can't even get a comb through my hair.
What'd you dump on me, cement?
There may have been a little bit of Dino Glue.
Dino Glue?
Dino Glue?!
- Thanks a lot. - You're welcome!
That was sarcasm, wasn't it?
Sorry, still learning my social cues.
This is terrible.
Now I can't go to the concert tonight
because I'll feel ridiculous. Ugh.
Can't we just fix it?
We don't have enough time.
Doing my hair is a 12-step process
that takes 18 hours.
Dang, girl, are we doing your hair or long division?
Leave long division out of this. You know math is my happy place.
I'm sorry, Sadie, I didn't know hair was off-limits.
You're a black girl.
It's the first rule they give you in the handbook.
Nobody gave me a handbook.
I just came out of a phone two weeks ago.
Hadn't thought about that.
But hair can be a big part of your identity,
and it can affect the way you feel.
And right now, I feel like a porcupine.