Pretty Freekin Scary (2023) s01e07 Episode Script

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Attention, students!
This Friday, we'll be throwing a party
for everyone's
favorite lunch lady, Doris,
who will be retiring
after 40 years.
Aw, man.
I hope they're not
retiring her meatballs.
What does "retiring" mean?
And why are people so emotional?
It's making me uncomfortable.
Retiring is when
adults quit their jobs, go on cruises,
and try to figure out
how to post pictures online.
Doris is dope.
She let me mash the potatoes one time.
Surprisingly zen.
For Doris' party,
we'll have performances
by the Poetry Club, the cheer squad,
and a special request
from Doris herself,
SW Middle's own Frayla.
Hold up. Frayla is performing?
That's my band!
Whoo-hoo! Frayla!
What kind of name is "Frayla"?
It's a combo of Frankie and Layla.
Wow, how original.
Hey, we were 12.
I can't wait to hear Frayla play.
And I can't wait
to bring back my FraySway!
Trademarked, of course.
Sorry, but you're
gonna have to delay your sway.
- We're not playing.
- Yeah, we broke up.
Aw, man.
Can you teach me anyway?
You're on. It's all in
the knees. Come on, I'll show you.
I think we've learned we're better
friends when we're not in a band.
Remember all
the arguments we used to have?
I don't want to argue,
but they were creative differences.
See?
I'm with you.
You're right. This is a bad idea.
So we're totally not doing it.
You totally are.
It's for Doris.
Is the front office spying on us?
No. Ring the bell, Barbara!
They're onto us.
Okay, if we're gonna get out
of playing at Doris' retirement party,
we gotta be super direct with her,
then walk away.
Fine by me,
but we should let her down easy.
She's still in charge
of our food till Friday.
Frankie! Layla!
How are my two
favorite cream puffs?
Do it. Tell her.
No, you do it.
I made a special
Portuguese dessert in honor
of me moving to Lisbon
after I retire.
Hmm.
In five days, I'm gonna be
living my best life.
So long, orthopedic shoes.
Hello, orthopedic flip-flops.
We love that for you.
Yeah, do you, girl. But, um
about us playing on Friday
Oh, I can't wait!
Seeing you together always
warms my heart.
Aw, I'm gonna miss you two
the most when I leave.
Shh, don't tell the others.
Did you see that smile?
She's really looking
forward to this.
And the way
her eyes twinkled!
We can't tell her no.
I guess we're doing this then?
Okay. Just this once.
And no creative differences.
For Doris. One and done.
One and done.
Wyatt, hey, honey bun!
I'm gonna miss you
the most when I leave.
Shh, don't tell the others.
This Schmeat-on-a-stick
is impossible.
I can't even open it
with my non-baby teeth.
Toughen up, Carson.
We're on a mission.
Do you guys ever do,
like, normal stuff?
This is official
S.W.E.A.T.I. business.
We're on the hunt
for the Golden Schmeat Ticket.
Whoever finds it gets a VIP tour
of the Snickering's Finest factory.
And a free hat!
But we're focused
more on the tour part.
Yeah, We'll finally be able to uncover
the mysteries happening
behind those closed doors.
You realize they have hundreds of
products that they sell all over town.
Might as well give up now.
One step ahead of you.
Do you know
what this tells us?
You have too much time
on your hands?
You're not seeing the big picture!
Get your head in the game!
We have intel on every place that
sells Snickering Schmeat products
and we're hitting them all.
I love it when he gets passionate.
We raided the mini-mart.
Which turned out to be a big fat bust.
The biggest bust.
But their slushies have my heart.
Now we're gonna
hit up the Laundromat.
I'm gonna bring some quarters
so I can warm up my pants.
Uh, no, you're not.
I'm supposed to be babysitting you.
Do I look like someone
who needs a babysitter?
Yesterday, you glued Carson
to the door.
YOLO!
Life is going to be
sweet when I find that ticket.
Wanna see a sneak peek
of our victory dance?
Nope.
Too late! These hips
are in motion!
Definitely gonna charge extra for this.
Test, test. One, two.
Test, test. One, two.
I love their sound.
What's the name of this song?
They're just setting up
and testing their levels.
Long name, but I kinda like it.
You always crack me up, bro.
So glad I don't have
to be the only one fanboy screaming.
Fanboy screaming?
You know. Ahhh!
Bro, you're a natural.
Can you give us a little bit
of space to rehearse?
We gotta earn
those fanboy screams.
Sure thing.
Let's go have our own rehearsal.
On the other side
of the school, please.
So, what should we play for Doris?
I have no clue.
I think I have an old video of us.
Wanna check it out
for a little inspiration?
Sure.
- Summer energy is on 10
- Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
It's a vibe
Summer's so alive
No tests, no quizzes
Sleeping in till nine
-Summer energy is on 10
-Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Gonna chill with friends
Don't want it to end
Poolside looking fly
Living our best lives
- Summer energy is on 10
- Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Summer energy is on 10
Summer energy is on 10
Summer energy
Summer energy
Summer energy is on 10
That was a wild show.
Yeah, Mr. Bear-Bear
would not stop shouting for an encore.
Wait, I have an idea.
Why don't you sing lead?
Really?
But you always sing lead.
Which is why we should
mix things up.
I'll sing the "ooh-oohs."
Ooh. Fun!
- Summer energy is on 10
- Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
It's a vibe
Summer's so alive
No tests, no quizzes
Sleeping in till nine
- Summer energy is on 10
- Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Summer energy is on 10
Summer energy is on 10
Summer energy is on 10
Summer energy is on 10
That was great!
Uh, let's do it again.
Oh, hey, Layla!
I was just thinking about
how amazing you sounded
yesterday and
You lost your voice?
What? Oh, no!
What about Doris' retirement party?
You can't perform?
When do you think
you'll get your voice back?
Four to five days?
Can I get you some hot tea?
Wow, you came really prepared
with these cards.
Is there any chance your voice
will be back for the party?
"It would take
a pretty big miracle."
Pretty big miracle?
I might be able
to arrange that.
I was really looking forward to jamming
with Layla again, so I need your help.
I'm in! But I don't know
how to sing or play an instrument.
Will that be a problem?
No, I need you
to heal Layla's voice.
If it means getting Frayla back
together, my hands are at your service.
Great.
I heard the bad news.
Well, I read it
on Layla's flashcards.
Bummer. I already made
this cool fan art.
It's you riding a panther
and Layla riding an eagle.
It came to me in a dream.
Ooh, can you draw me on a porcupine
in a forest holding a lightning bolt?
Totally, bro! I'll get started.
Oh, there she is.
Follow my lead.
Hey, Layla. I have a solution
to your throat troubles.
Pretty is a five-star
neck masseuse in his home country.
How about a quick
larynx massage?
Promise to be gentle.
I'll have that larynx
purring like a kitty in no time.
I'll stick with honey lemon tea.
Not the best plan.
Yeah, I was embarrassed
for both of us.
Now, how can we get
your hands around her neck?
Huh, words I thought
I'd never say.
Isn't your lunch hour over?
What are you still doing here?
Doris gave us a hot tip on a new
shipment of Schmeat that came in.
You two should
cut your losses.
This contest is clearly
just a way to drive up sales.
Spoken like someone
who only loses. But not Remy Ripp.
You should go talk to the guy
whose family name
is on all the Schmeat products.
That's great advice!
Why didn't you tell me that before
I blew all my money on these pies?
Erlic, my man!
As a Snickering, you must know what
product the Golden Schmeat Ticket is in.
You know that contest
is just a way to drive up sales.
That sounds familiar.
Nice cover. Give me a hint.
Look, I might have
the Snickering name,
but I'm not that involved
in my great-grandfather's business.
Oh, you're playing it
close to the vest? Crafty.
Seriously, I know nothing.
You may want to rethink that answer.
I have a black belt.
In what? Karate? Tae kwon do?
No, I just have a black belt.
Wait, Erlic, I'll name a product
and if I'm on the right track,
blink twice.
Schmeat-zza?
Schmeat-loaf?
Schmeat-stroganoff?
Schmeat-balls?
Schmeat-sicle?
Wait, what am I doing?
I don't care about this.
- Okay, remember the plan?
- I got this.
Oh, here she comes.
Go, go, go.
Layla, hey, girl! Uh, can I get
your help with a P.E. assignment?
Actually, I'm
Thanks! It's a breathing exercise.
Just close your eyes
and take a few deep breaths.
Like this. Hmm?
Yo, bro, what are you doing?
Surprise!
Uh, that exercise was called
Surprise Therapy.
Surprise-apy!
Hey, Layla!
Wanna hear the new Dua Lipa song?
It's fire!
No, thanks.
I'm more of a Linda Lindas kind of girl.
All right, everybody,
take your seats.
Because I'm not getting any younger.
And I'm bitter.
Okay, nothing's worked so far,
so we need a new plan.
I know!
I'll say the necklace
she's wearing is mine
and I need you
to get it back for me.
- Is it your necklace?
- No.
You really shouldn't steal, Frankie.
You're focusing
on the wrong thing.
If you like it that much, just save
your allowance and buy one yourself.
I don't want the dumb necklace!
It's cute but I don't want it!
Stop! I couldn't take it anymore.
Thanks. Just go heal her voice, please.
Oh, why didn't you just
say that in the first place?
Ah!
My freeze is fading.
How much longer do I
Oh! Hi.
Pretty, what are you doing
out of your seat?
If I've gotta sit here, so do you.
I, um, really had to tell
Layla something.
What is it?
Hey, I got my voice back!
Yeah, that was it!
You were right, that necklace is cute.
Where's Layla?
I texted her to meet me after school
for practice and she's a half-hour late.
Maybe she doesn't wanna
lose her voice again.
Or maybe she has
a big cup of tea she's still drinking.
I thought now that she got
her voice back, she'd be here.
I had to pop my head in.
I'm so excited to see Frayla
play tomorrow!
Rock on, my little tater tots!
What am I gonna do?
I don't know how to play keys.
And she's expecting us
to perform.
She wants to see her tater tots.
Not a solo tot.
Does this mean Frayla is done?
It looks like it.
Excuse me,
I need to go cry
into the softest thing I can find.
I've got a throw blanket,
but we can easily make it
a bro blanket.
Pretty sure that's not
how you play that.
Where's the "La" to your "Fray"?
I wish I knew.
She didn't show up.
Any chance you play
the keyboard?
I took half a piano lesson
in kindergarten, so
You got the gig!
The song's not that complicated.
Here I'll show you.
Summer energy is on 10
Summer energy
Summer energy
Summer energy is on 10
Hmm, okay. We sound
Like a car alarm going off?
I was gonna say decent, but yeah.
Let's take it from the top.
Summer energy is on 10
Summer energy
Summer energy
-Summer energy
- Sorry I'm late for practice.
You replaced me?
No! Well, yes,
but I thought you weren't coming.
I'm always late. Don't you remember?
Not really. I thought you quit.
I knew it was
a mistake to get Frayla back together.
And by the way, I always liked
the name "Laynkie" better!
This again. Come on.
Laynkie over Frayla?
You can't be serious.
Well, no, but for the purpose
of this argument, I'm Team Laynkie!
Well, for the purpose of this
creative difference, I'm Team Frayla!
I don't care what you call yourselves.
I'm Team No Drama.
I'm out.
Nyx, wait.
Oh, no. The door's locked!
Help!
- Get us out!
- We're stuck!
This day can't get any worse.
Never mind.
It just got worse.
I have to pee.
Ugh! Dio's not answering,
my battery just dropped
to three percent,
and now I have
to dim the brightness!
If my phone dies,
a piece of me does too.
Layla, it's been 10 minutes.
Someone's gonna let us out.
Fine.
Why did we ever believe
a Frayla reunion was even possible?
And why did we ever believe pickles and
peanut butter was a good combination?
Wait. What are you talking about?
Pickles and peanut butter?
The day Doris introduced us
in first grade?
Come on, you don't remember?
She saw two shy girls
with no one to talk to, and said
Making new friends can be tough,
but think of it like ingredients.
Together, you two could
make something special.
- Hi, I'm Frankie.
- I'm Layla!
See, you two
are perfect together,
just like pickles and peanut butter.
Ew!
Like pickles
and peanut butter!
I never understood that pairing.
Well, Doris does like
broccoli in her ice cream.
And soy sauce on pancakes.
Bananas in spaghetti.
She's right, though.
You and I were good together.
We are good together.
You know what?
Let's do this. For Doris.
Absolutely!
- Nyx!
- Finally!
Hmm.
Made up three minutes
faster than I expected. Nice.
Hold up,
you locked us in here on purpose?
Guilty, but if you're
planning to rat me out to my mom,
I will deny it.
Sneaky.
But thanks.
Hey, we were
just about to work on a new song.
You in?
Fine, but only because
it's for my girl, Doris.
Okay, who sings lead?
I have an idea. Why don't we
try something a little different?
Okay, Remy,
I can take it from here.
Oh, I require payment first.
Remember,
always tip your textbook carrier.
50 cents? Is that
all my services are worth to you?
Um, yes.
You spilled jelly on my math book.
That jelly was there and you know it.
Anyone else need
a book delivery?
Name your price! I accept small bills,
big bills or Schmeat treats.
I'm desperate!
How's the piggyback
rideshare service going?
I dropped a kid and then I fell too.
At this rate, we're never gonna make
enough money to find that golden ticket.
Remy, it's time
to throw in the towel.
I can't. We're so close.
Do you need
a piggyback ride to class?
No way!
Look at what this contest
has done to you.
You're right. I'm exhausted
and Carson looks broken.
It's like we're 30!
A dollar! I found a dollar!
Remy Ripp is still
in the game, baby!
Walk away, Remy.
Walk. Away.
Shh. Let him do his thing.
I'm about to get me a golden ticket.
Come to Papa!
No! That's my Schmeat treat!
My golden ticket!
Oh, my factory tour.
It wasn't meant to be.
Face it, it's over.
It's not over until I say it is.
Guys, can I get
a little help here?
Look, Remy got his arm
stuck in the vending machine.
Would this be a bad time
to tell him
someone just found
the golden ticket
in the Schmeat-quiche
at the gas station?
Eh, let him
keep whatever dignity he has left.
He's in for a treat.
That butter is good.
My mom uses it on her feet.
This is gonna haunt him
in his dreams.
Worse. It's gonna haunt him
on the Internet.
Thank you, Calvin,
for that poem about the janitor.
You do know she's not
the one retiring, right?
Now to conclude today's
tribute to our beloved Doris,
the one who is retiring,
here is the band formerly
known as Frayla Fraylyx!
Let's do this.
She puts mustard
on her pizza
Serves you soup
with chili fries
An odd combination
becomes a tasty surprise
Hey
Olives in yogurt
Beans in apple pies
The possibilities are endless
But only one thing
On my mind, hey
Pickles and peanut butter
Yeah, yeah
Pickles and peanut butter
Hey, hey
Pickles and peanut butter
Whoa, whoa
Pickles and peanut butter
Pickles and peanut butter
Hey!
Fanboy scream!
There goes my good ear.
Wasn't my daughter great?
Uh, you are my boss, so yes.
- I love kid musicians.
- Oh!
You girls were perfect,
just like anchovies on apple pie.
Ew!
- We're gonna miss you, Doris.
- Aw.
Group hug. Oh.
Aw.
I'm so proud of you, honey.
Mom, school hours.
Six-foot rule.
Okay, but you are getting
a hug when we get home.
Fine.
On behalf of the Snickering
Willows Middle School,
we would like to present Doris
with this token of our appreciation.
A pickles and peanut butter sandwich has
been added to the menu, named after you.
Oh!
I am so thankful for the last 40 years
serving this school.
Oh, leaving is gonna be hard.
There's so many things I wanna say.
Oh.
But my ride's here. Okay.
Love you all the most. Shh.
Don't tell the others.
Bye!
- That was fun.
- It really was.
Yeah, but I'm never
doing that again.
Same!
Hey, how's your arm?
It's a little sore
but it's buttery soft.
He smells like my mom's feet.
Remy, I have something for you.
My golden ticket!
Does this mean I get a full VIP tour
and can snoop through
all the file rooms?
I don't know about
the snooping part,
but I'm willing to give you
a tour myself.
With his best friend?
Black belt can come too.
Thanks, Erlic.
I'm not the one you need to thank.
She is.
Scary, there's only one way
to say thanks.
Victory dance!
What am I doing?
I don't care about this.