Alert! Parents in Town/Transcript

(Tom and friends are at MC's concert.)

Ben: Ah-ha! We're mere minutes away from the MC's dance-a-palooza party-concert!

Angela: Oh! I love concerts I'm not in!

Tom: This is gonna be fun! But remember, we're here for a reason. Tom and Ben Enterprises is releasing a Dance Yourself Healthy app So we're throwing a huge party to get the word out! As soon as this concert is over, we'll ask the MC for help.

Angela: Oh, yeah! I'm sure he'll be up for it. He is the most up-for-it, up-beat guy I have ever met!

Maurice Claremont: Wiggity-welcome, y'all. Make some noise. Or don't. It doesn't matter.

Maurice Claremont: (Plays a sad song.) ♪ Sadness ♪

♪ Sadness surrounds me... ♪

Angela: Oh, no! Something is wrong with the MC!

Maurice Claremont: ♪ My sadness... ♪

(MC falls on his knees and falls down.)

(Theme music starts playing.)

Tom: Hey, MC. We were gonna ask if you could help us throw a party, but is it a bad time?

Maurice Claremont: Sorry, pal-o-rino. I'm not feeling very party-tastic right now. See, my parents are coming to town.

Angela: But parents are nice! Maybe they'll take you to brunch.

Maurice Claremont: Mm, you don't understand. My parents are old-school business folk. Which is why they don't know I'm an MC.

All: What?

Ben: Being an MC is literally who you are!

Maurice Claremont: I never told 'em.

Businessman: Excuse me.

Maurice Claremont: They think I have a business job. But I don't even know what that is.

Tom: Um... Well, that's no problem! We have a business. What if we made it look like you're in charge of it?

Maurice Claremont: Huh?

Angela: Wait, what? That a bad idea, Tom. Parents are tough to trick. Like my mom, she always knew when I spilled soup. Even if I made up a great story that a witch did it.

Tom: No, this will work! We'll trick the MC's parents. And then the MC won't be too sad to do our party!

Maurice Claremont: That sounds radical-roni! I mean, "good." Let's do it!

Tom: To seem normal, you need to dress normal. Let's try on a few looks.

Maurice Claremont: I agree!

(Comes out wearing a hat.)

Tom: Nope.

(Comes out wearing a flower outfit and sprinkles flowers all over.)

Tom: Uh, no.

(Comes out dressed like a metalhead.)

Tom: No way!

(Comes out wearing a sweater.)

Tom: Yes! That is it!

Maurice Claremont: Mm-hmm.

Tom: It's perfect!

Ben: Next, let's work on your walk.

(MC tries to balance a lot of books on his head.)

Ben: Straighten up.

Tom: Businessmen don't boogie.

Maurice Claremont: Whoa! [shuddering] Whoa!

(rings bell)

Maurice Claremont: Booyah!

(Books fall off his head and fall on Ben and Tom) [both groaning]

Ben: Talking seriously is essential to being taken seriously. Now repeat after me, "Hello, mother. Hello, father."

Maurice Claremont: [rapping] ♪ Moms and pops in the place to be ♪

♪ It's me, your baby boy, a.k.a. MC! ♪

[horn toots]

Ben: Not even close. You can do this. "Hello, mother. Hello, father."

Maurice Claremont: Hello, mother. Yo, what's up, pops?

(Tom gets horn ready to blow again.)

Maurice Claremont: Uh... [blabbering] "Hello, mother. Hello, father?"

Ben and Tom: Oh, yeah!

Maurice Claremont: I've done it! By golly, I've done it, for true!

Tom: Everyone, meet our company's temporary fake boss, the MC!

Ben: Whoo!

Ginger: Way to go!

Hank: Oh, I always knew you could fake-do-it! Do you want a coffee, sir?

Maurice Claremont: One mocha latte, please.

Hank: Absolutely, sir!

(Hank presents it in front of him.)

Maurice Claremont: Make it a double.

(Hank puts another right over the first cup.)

(MC roams around nervously.)

Ben: OK.

Angela: Tom, I know you're trying to help. But this is just gonna make things harder for the MC later.

Tom: Yeah, But that's later, Angela. And this is now. So we're good.

Ginger: Look boring, everyone! They're here!

(MC's parents reach there in a car.)

Maurice Claremont: Hello, Mother. Hello, Father.

Mrs. Claremont: Maurice. I'm surprised to see you in a suit.

Mr. Claremont: What is that thing on your head?

Maurice Claremont: Well...

Tom: That's our boss' business visor! He wears it so he can always look at, uh, business news.

Maurice Claremont: Uh, yeah! Uh, look at those numbers go up! [chuckles nervously]

Mr. Claremont: Very professional! Martha, we should get business visors.

Maurice Claremont: So this is where the party's at! And by party... I mean very hard work.

Mrs. Claremont: Hmm, I like it! I wasn't sure what to expect from you, but I had no idea you were so well-adjusted.

Mr. Claremont: You know, seeing all this gives me an idea.

Maurice Claremont: Hmm...

Mr. Claremont: We're in town to host a sales contest. Hungry young companies all trying to sell the most kitchen appliances... and by golly, I think your company should compete!

Mrs. Claremont: Oh, yes! It would make us very proud.

[echoing] Proud.

Maurice Claremont: Absolutely! We're in!

All: What?

Tom: Boss? Don't you think we're too busy for that?

Maurice Claremont: There's no such thing as too busy! (to Tom) Unless you don't want that party?

(Tom had to agree to do it.)

(Everyone passing blenders to store them.)

Ginger: Can't you throw them away and say that they fell in a hole?

Tom: No, we need to actually sell them.

Ben: On the bright side, we've sold so much weirder things than blenders. This actually might not be too hard.

(Hank falls down.)

Maurice Claremont: OK, workers! I got something that'll really help our sales.

(MC puts robotic headgears on each of them.)

Angela: Uh, what are these?

Maurice Claremont: Branding! Which is a word I just read in a book! It means people will like us more if we look like a team.

Tom: Yeah, this is great, uh, MC, but, uh, maybe leave the actual work stuff to us.

Maurice Claremont: Uh, no can do, underling. As long as we're in the contest, I'm officially your boss.

(A montage of Tom and friends trying to sell the blenders.)

(MC puts more blenders in Ginger's cycle.)

Ginger: No!

(Ginger falls down.)

(Tom and friends get happy to see MC cross mark the last blender on the black-board. But there was an another board to complete.)

Rhonda: Let me get this straight. You're gonna pay me to buy your blenders?

Tom: It's a long story. Look, will you take a check for all my savings?

Rhonda: All right!

(Tom whistles to signal a truck.)

Man: Five hundred blenders. Sold!

Mr. Claremont: Quiet please! It is now time to announce the winners of our sales contest!

Mrs. Claremont: And the winner of the contest is...

Tom: It'll be OK. I found a way to win this. Soon, everything will be back to normal.

Mrs. Claremont: Our son, Maurice! His company sold over 500 blenders!

(all cheering)

Ben: Whoa!

Angela: Yes!

Mrs. Claremont: And now, for your prize... You are now the official seller of these fine blenders! Forever!

Angela: What?

Tom: What? No!

Mr. Claremont: Maybe even longer! I hope your company is ready, son. Because you'll be selling these for years, and years, and years, and years...

Tom: OK, enough! That man is not my boss! Admit it! You are not a businessman!

Maurice Claremont: Uh... That's obviously a lie. Take it back, or I will fire you!

(A fight between MC and Tom starts.)

Mrs. Claremont: What are you doing?

(Both sword fight with baguettes.)

Mrs. Claremont: This is not how a winning businessman acts!

Maurice Claremont: I have to control my employees! Huh?

(Tom eats the baguette MC was pointing at him.)

Tom: Baguette about it!

(Tom tries to attack MC but falls down.)

Tom: Oh, no!

Ginger: I got your back! Eat potatoes, MC!

(Ginger throws potatoes at him.)

(MC dodges every potato by dancing.)

Maurice Claremont: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Bam, bam, bam! Oh, yeah! No potato can stop these sweet moves! Oh, yeah!

Mrs. Claremont: Stop this at once!

(MC stops dancing. Potatoes hit him.)

Maurice Claremont: I can explain! You see, I just, um... It's all a lie! I'm not a normal, well-adjusted, working man! I'm a slam-dancin' MC! [sobbing] I'm sorry!

(MC runs away.)

(Tom, Angela and MC's parents feel bad.)

(At Tom's Party.)

Maurice Claremont: (Plays the sad song) ♪ Sadness... ♪

Ben: Well, we got our party. But it's not exactly the movin' and groovin' pile of positivity we hoped for. Plus, I don't think we're going to sell too many copies of Dance Yourself Healthy at a disaster like this.

Tom: I feel awful. I tried to help and I wound up ruining the MC's life.

(They look at MC crying.)

Angela: Maurice Claremont! Some people need to talk to you!

Maurice Claremont: Uh... [shuddering] Hello, Mother. Hello, Father. You don't have to see this. I know I'm a disappointment.

Mrs. Claremont: It was a shock to learn you weren't a businessman. Then this young lady showed us what you really do. And it's... quite charming.

(Shows a video of him dancing happily.)

Maurice Claremont (in the video): Oh, yeah!

Maurice Claremont: You mean, you're not ashamed that I'd rather shake my money maker than be a money maker?

Mr. Claremont: Of course not, son! In fact, I wouldn't mind trying out some funky moves of my own.

(Mr. Claremont starts dancing to an upbeat music.)

Mrs. Claremont: Hold on, now! Let me break off a piece of that freshness!

(Mrs. Claremont starts dancing as well.)

(all cheering)

Maurice Claremont: Mamma mia!

(Everyone dances happily.)

Tom: I guess telling the truth really is the best idea. Even if it's hard.

(Ben receives a message.)

Ben: Tom, why did we just get a receipt from Rhonda for 500 blenders? Tom?

(Ben finds Tom joining the dance.)

Ben: Argh!

(Episode ends.)