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Why do we even bother coming to the Mall anymore?
Ever since we lost our paycheck on Shake It Up, Chicago! It's torture.
The mannequins were looking at me all judgy.
"Love your outfit, CeCe. I remember when I wore it, last season!"
And then they laughed their crazy mannequin laugh.
"Mwah-ha-ha-ha, mwah-ha-ha-ha-ha!"
I'm gonna crush you and make you sorry you were ever born!
No offense, but your pep talk needs a lot of work.
Oh, sorry, I'm just completely,
insanely obsessed with this new game called Stack-topus.
On every level, you get a different type of item,
and stack it in a specific order.
Wow. A game about cleaning up and organizing.
Were there no games about flossing your teeth?
I beat that game months ago.
And now, I'm going to beat this one.
Go ahead, Stack-topus, squirt all the ink you want!
Nothing will stop me! Nothing!
Except reaching the limit on my data plan.
Well, we both need money. Time to hit up the wishing fountain.
Okay, CeCe, you can't just wish your problems away.
No, but I can fish our problems away.
Most of that money is mine anyway.
I've been tossing coins in this fountain ever since I was six,
and wished Clay Aiken would be my boyfriend.
Well, guess what? For some reason, it never happened.
I am getting my money back.
Or...
You could just get a job.
It's a lot less wet and a lot more legal.
That sounds like a lot of work.
Whoa, that's crazy! I totally wished someone would catch my quarter mid-wish.
- Really? - No.
But I have to say, I am impressed by your cat-like ninja reflexes.
CeCe, give him his money back. Sorry, we're having money issues. Give him!
Well, you can keep using the fountain as your own personal ATM,
or here's a crazy idea,
this Mall is full of places that hire teens and compensate us monetarily for our time.
Wow, that sounds a lot better than getting a job.
Zam! You know, you're funny, Red.
She is. But not on purpose.
So, by any chance, do you know anyone that might be hiring?
Well, I can put in a good word with Logan at Bob's Kabobs.
He's totally cool, totally fun and totally awesome.
- You're Logan, aren't you? - Totally.
♪Everybody, everybody, get out on the floor.
♪It can get a little crazy when the kick hits the 4.
♪Make a scene, make a scene, nobody can ignore.
♪Don't knock it. 'Til you rock it. We can't take it no more.
♪Bring the lights up, bust the doors down.
♪All together now. Shake It Up, Shake It Up.
♪Shake It Up.
Hey! So, you excited about our first day of work at Bob's Kabobs?
Yes! Yes! Yes!
Okay, I guess you're really excited about our first day of work at Bob's Kabobs.
No! No! No!
Whoa, how much do you charge for a ride on your mood swing?
What? Oh, sorry.
You win this round, Stack-topus. But I will be back to stack another day!
Whoa, I better beat this game soon, it is driving me nuts!
All right, let's go, okay?
The sooner we start, the sooner I can repay the Bank of Mom,
for the new data plan that I am already blowing through.
Hey! Hold on. I need your opinion.
Love the pants, change the top.
What? No, no!
What should I serve for Jeremy's birthday dinner tonight?
My famous lasagna or my famous ziti?
Oh, definitely the lasagna.
Great.
Okay, I'd like to order the lasagna.
Yeah, and you know the drill. Bring the dirty pans and everything. Okay, thanks.
Dirty pans? Lasagna or ziti?
Lasagna.
Oh, and you guys, please be on your best behavior tonight.
I want everything to be...
- "Absolutely"... - "One hundred percent"...
- "Amazingly"... - "Perfect!"
Okay, I know I'm a little crazy about this but...
I just feel like I have a future with Jeremy.
So I can tell him you don't really know how to cook?
Not if you want to have a future.
Also, this is the first time you're meeting his son, Little Scooter, and...
You want everything to be absolutely, one hundred percent, amazingly perfect!
Well, I was gonna say no potty talk at the table, but, yeah, that, too.
Ugh! Little Scooter. Just what we need.
Some smart-aleck, sarcastic little brat coming in with a
zinger and doing a funny little walk when he leaves the room.
Well, count me out!
All right, come on, ladies! These kabobs won't shish themselves!
So, you digging the uniforms?, they really say something, don't they?
Yeah! Mine says, "Rocky needs a job more than she needs her dignity".
And mine says...
"Ricardo".
Um, do we really have to wear these?
If you don't wear the uniform, you can't work at Bob's Kabobs,
it's one of the Eleven Kabobments.
Uh, zam!
So, you guys ready to work?
Yeah. Hold on.
Kabob equals money equals clothes.
Kabob equals money equals clothes!
- Okay, I'm ready! - Hey, hey! I almost forgot your hats.
Oh, you have got to be kidding.
I know! Isn't it great? Every time you do well...
Zam! I'll add another kabob to your hat.
Shouldn't the reward be less kabobs instead of more kabobs?
Okay, it's kabob-building time.
You guys are gonna do this a lot, so just pay attention.
What's the big deal? Don't you just stick stuff on a stick?
CeCe, you're a creative, do-it-your-own-way kind of girl, aren't you?
- Oh, yeah, I totally am. - Yeah, it's not gonna work here.
Now, if you're gonna be a professional Kabobbler, pay attention.
It goes chicken, onion, pepper, tomato, chicken, pepper, tomato, onion, chicken.
So chicken, onion, tomato, pepper, chicken, onion, tomato, chicken, chicken.
No, it's chicken, onion, pepper, tomato, chicken, pepper, tomato, onion, chicken.
- That's what I said. - No, what you said was
- chicken, onion, pepper, chicken... - Oh, come on!
That is impossible. Nobody could remember that.
Done!
It was pretty simple. It was just like level two of Stack-topus.
Nice job! Someone gets a skewer.
Zam!
Yay! I leveled up!
Flynn! Are you still alive?
I'm doing my babysitter check-in while your mother is at the beauty salon,
trying to undo in one hour what life has wrought in ten years.
Kind of got my claws full here, Tinka!
I made Jeremy a birthday cake.
That is no birthday cake!
That is an abomination of flour and chocolate flavoring.
It's Micro-Bake-Cake.
"When you need a cake or want a cake"
"but don't have the time or inclination to bake a cake".
Hmm! Well, now...
It's garbage cake!
For when you don't have the time or inclination to get your stomach pumped.
Okay, but don't think this will be the first time
someone's retrieved cake from the trash in this house.
Well, lucky for you,
I am the greatest specialty cake maker my country has ever produced.
I will make your cake.
Wow, that's really sweet of you, Tinka.
I don't know why CeCe always says you're so horrible.
Well, let me be very clear, my little...
Sea monkey.
I'm not making you a free cake.
I wouldn't bake you a free cake if you were dying and the antidote was cake.
You will pay me!
Ah, yes, that's why she says you're so horrible.
I'm sorry you're not satisfied,
but there is nothing wrong with this kabob, ma'am. I made it myself.
It's chicken, tomato, onion, sponge, sponge...
Ooh.
That's where that went.
Here you go, two kabob combos with extra hummus.
Thank you for choosing Bob's Kabobs, where your ka-pleasure is our ka-job.
Do you have to say that every time? It's really ka-bnoxious.
Yes, she does. Again, it's the Ninth Kabobment, CeCe.
And, Rocky, good work!
You just earned yourself another kabob. Zam!
Ding, ding, ding! Bonus round! If I keep this up, I'm going to need a bigger head!
Hey, feel free to give her another one.
Won't hurt my feelings.
Zam! I like that team-player attitude.
You just earned your kabob back.
Hooray.
Wow, that is amazing!
I've only barely begun!
Now I will carve out a unique shape to reflect Jeremy's personality.
Tell me about him.
Well, he's a fireman. He's in a bowling league.
Oh, and he loves cats.
Except Cats, the Broadway musical.
Here is what I'm thinking.
A bowling alley, on fire, and a cat tragically stuck up on the roof.
And a fire truck with a working ladder,
and a hose that pumps out dark chocolate sauce!
Well, color me impressed!
FYI, my birthday's in May. I like pirates and ninjas,
and if they could be fighting on a German-chocolate spaceship...
That would be awesome!
Where is CeCe? Her 10-minute break was over 20 minutes ago.
Okay, look, it's a big mall. Maybe she just got lost.
Oh, wouldn't be the first time someone's gotten lost in this Mall.
Of course, usually they're four years old.
Next!
Um, I'll take a number three with extra...
CeCe!
You're late, okay? And Logan is really mad.
Oh, please. He'll get over it.
You're right, I'll get over it. So, let's see, what was your order?
That's a number three with an extra side of disrespect, and tardiness sauce.
That'll be ready in 10 minutes.
Or as you like to call it, 30.
CeCe, you better start taking this job seriously.
Oh, come on.
We're making kabobs, not space shuttles.
You need to chill out, dude.
No, dude, you need to chill in.
Chill in? That makes way less sense than the whole
chicken, onion, tomato, chicken, chicken thing.
Still wrong! It's chicken, onion, pepper...
You know what? Forget it! And forget you.
You're fired!
Surrender your kabobs and go in shame.
Zam!
- Fired? - Yeah.
You're firing me?
Fine!
Let's go, Rocky. We're ka-gone!
Um, CeCe, while I usually fully support your terrible work ethic.
I kind of need the paycheck to pay for my data plan.
I'm sorry.
Well, thanks a lot.
- Okay, CeCe, wait. - Ha! I knew you'd change your mind.
No, your order's ready.
I made it to go. I kind of saw where this whole thing was headed.
That'll be $3.87.
I'd say I'd take it out of your paycheck but, well...
You know.
- Hey, mom. - Hey.
Okay, so how do I look? Like someone who actually cooked lasagna?
How would I know what someone who actually cooks lasagna looks like?
But maybe this'll help.
Thanks, sweetheart!
Oh, and remember, tonight, best behavior.
Oh, wait, that's not gonna cut it. Just act like Rocky.
Come on! This is ridiculous! What is taking you so long?
Buzz off, Hair Gel!
Hey, I'm the one paying you, I'm the one who wants the cake now, I'm the one who...
Should be quiet and let you get back to your greatness!
What is that?
Vanilla-hazelnut?
Well, it ain't Micro-Bake-Cake!
CeCe's got it, mom!
Oh, look who showed up.
I thought you'd be too busy earning more meat for your hat.
Okay, look, CeCe. I'm really sorry that you got fired but...
You weren't exactly Employee of the Month.
You weren't even employee of the day.
In fact, you never actually filled out the paperwork,
so technically, you weren't even an employee.
Yeah, well, tell that to the scent of Shawarma
that took an hour to wash out of my hair.
Look, if I never see another kabob or that jerk Logan again, it'll be too soon.
And if I never see a free pair of designer shoes again, it'll be too soon.
Oh! Great. No shoes and still you.
Let me guess, you're here to apologize and beg me to take my job back.
Well, forget it! Not interested!
At least, not until you get down on your knees,
start groveling and give me a raise.
Dude, what are you doing here?
What?
Well, I live here.
Wait, if you don't know that, then what are you doing here?
I'm here to have dinner with my dad's new girlfriend and her...
Oh, no way.
Your dad is...
Sorry we're late. I was waiting for a parking spot.
Some Italian catering truck was taking forever to pull out.
CeCe, I see you've met Little Scooter.
You're Little Scooter?
Dad, I told you to stop calling me that!
And you thought that getting fired was the worst
thing that was gonna happen to you today.
Sorry.
So you call yourself a skater,
and you've never ridden your board on a half-pipe?
I'm taking you to Concussion Hill tomorrow.
Logan, I'm not gonna lie to you.
You're not making a good impression on me.
You're making a great impression!
Zam!
Wow, this, uh...
Actually seems to be going okay.
Yeah, well, I'm not surprised.
Great parents make great kids.
And, mmm!
Great lasagna!
You know, I love how you managed to make this about us.
We are pretty great, aren't we?
Yeah. See? Nothing to worry about.
Everybody's getting along, like one big happy family.
I can't believe you have the nerve to come into my house,
and you don't even have the common decency to apologize for firing me?
But I am sorry.
Well, there you go. He apologized. Glad it all worked out.
Sorry that I hired you! And that you're totally useless!
Okay, so I see we're still working things out.
Look, look, nobody expects you two to be besties.
But the least you could do is be "okaysies," right?
So, how about we all just take one big breath...
And let it all go?
Okay.
You know what your problem is?
That I can hear the words coming out of your mouth?
You're a big phony.
You come across like you're some cool skater
and you're all mellow and "it's all good, dude,"
but it's not all good! It's all bad.
And not cool-bad, bad-bad.
Like athlete's foot. And culottes.
Oh, I'm familiar with bad-bad. For instance, your attitude and personality.
You know, I can't stand people like you.
You mean awesome people?
No, not "awesome people".
You're lazy, you're irresponsible,
and you walk around like life owes you something.
Yes! Yes!
Whose side are you on?
Oh, sorry.
Stacked a hundred jellyfish, and not one sting. Okay!
Oh, and by the way, "zam" isn't even a real word.
And if you hate me so much, then why don't you just scoot out of here...
Little Scooter?
Don't call me that! Didn't you ever have a stupid nickname from when you were a kid?
No.
It's Sissy.
Funny story, one night before bed she drank six glasses of apple juice and...
Flynn!
What? He's taking me to Concussion Hill.
What'd you ever do for me?
Sissy! "Sissy Jones". You know, I like that.
- Okay, you shut it! - No, you shut it!
No, you shut it first!
- You shut it first! - No, both of you shut it!
It is a very important night for your mom, and it is your dad's birthday.
So all you have to do is put a smile on your face
and pretend like you like each other for one night.
Can you do that?
I can't stand you.
I can't stand you more.
It's a work in progress!
Tiny candy bowling ball.
Tiny candy ladder.
Tiny candy tabby cat.
This isn't a tiny candy tabby cat. This is a tiny candy calico cat!
Oh, come on! What's the difference?
You can't tell spots from stripes?
Wow, you really are CeCe's brother.
Georgia, I love your lasagna. It's totally restaurant quality.
Oh, go on!
No, no, he's right.
I can't believe you made this!
Why not? You saw the dirty pans!
I mean, thank you.
I just love all the different layers.
You see that, CeCe?
Pasta, meat, sauce, cheese, pasta, meat, sauce, cheese.
All in the right order, just like it should be.
Oh, Little Scooter! Look at mine.
It's one big...
Ugly blob!
And it's going to taste exactly the same.
Oh, you two are hysterical!
Have you ever seen two people that just met each other and got along so well?
I thought we agreed to get along for their sake.
That's before you started correcting my lasagna.
Would you just give it a rest?
Or what, you're going to fire me from my own family?
Fine, dude. Let's just get through this dinner and
then we'll never have to see each other ever again.
Works for me.
Hey, everyone, um, if I could have your attention, please?
First of all.
This has to be one of the best birthdays I've had in a very long time.
Just being here with you and having our kids all together,
getting along so amazingly well.
It's a nice feeling.
Now, I know that usually on your birthday,
you're the one who receives the gifts, but...
Tonight...
I brought you a little something, Georgia.
Okay, before you go any further, you should know, I didn't really make the lasagna!
I know.
And I don't care.
Oh, Jeremy!
Oh, I love it!
Holy zam!
I didn't think I was ever gonna fall in love again.
But then you came into my life and turned everything upside down,
but, you know, in a good way, so...
Georgia Jones...
Would you do me the honor of marrying me?
Yes! Yes! Finally! Woo!
I am so sorry.
See, I just beat Stack-topus.
Did I miss something?
Jeremy asked my mom to marry him.
And can I just say, woo!
Thought I'd never unload her!
So what do you say?
Wanna be my wife?
I don't know, I'll... I'll have to think about it.
Yes!
I'll start on the wedding cake tomorrow!
They're getting married?
They're getting...
That means that you and I are going to be...
Brother and Sissy.
And you thought that Logan showing up to dinner was
going to be the worst thing that happened to you today.
Sorry.
Hold on to your cone-shaped paper party hats, people,
because it's about to get hot up in here!
Hello!
Flynn?
CeCe?
Anyone?
What, they can't wait 12 measly hours for a cake?
Wait a minute.
This isn't dark chocolate sauce.
It's milk chocolate sauce.
Oh, now I've got to start all over again!
You still got it, Tinka.
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