Okay, Lay Lay, today is a super important day.
Graduation already?
Man, I'm going to miss these people.
No, we still have four more years to go.
Four more years?
Man, I'm tired of these people.
Today is club fair day.
It's the day where we decide what type of high schoolers we'll be.
There's so many clubs.
I could learn how to knit a sweater
or play the cello.
Either way, I'm coming out classy.
See? School puts the fun in fundamentals.
Is there a club for cool people that came out of a phone?
Shh! Shh, shh, shh!
There is no club for that because…
[loudly] No one came out of a phone, remember?
We need to keep pretending that you're an exchange student from Houston.
If we want to keep our secret safe, you need to keep a low profile.
I'm 4'8".
How much lower can my profile get?
Trust me, Lay Lay,
if you want to get through high school with me,
this is the best way.
That and avoiding Fish Fridays in the cafeteria.
I don't know what it is, but it is not fish.
[sighs] Is it time to sign up for clubs, again?
Or is it picture day for people who don't have personal stylists?
A pillow-making club!
I'm so joining.
Fantastic.
I knew I wasn't the only one who valued optimal neck support.
Ah, there it is.
The best club at school.
[gasps] Michelle Obama Appreciation club?
Oh, I was talking about Robotics.
Now all I can think about is a robotic Michelle Obama.
Eat healthier lunches.
Get up and move.
What do they do in Robotics club?
Ooh, they pay really close attention to their robots
and not to people who may have popped out of a phone, eh?
It's the perfect place to lay low.
I'm Lay Lay. Not Lay Low.
Whoa, what's that noise?
It sounds like it's coming from that hallway.
Well, it's loud and it's calling my name.
Don't worry, Lay Lay is on her way way.
Whoa! What is that?
It's a go-kart.
Hey, I'm Lay Lay.
I'm Lugnut. And this is Auto club.
Your name is Lugnut? That's weird.
My name's weird?
Your name is your name twice.
Touché.
Okay, Lay Lay, this club's going to draw way too much attention.
Let's go join Robotics like I said, huh?
Yeah, makes sense.
You strike me as the safety goggles wearin' type.
Oh, I'll be wearing goggles when I'm in my go-kart.
I'm signing up for Auto club.
I'm going to be a real teenager and drive a real car.
Or at least a go-kart.
Uh, you think you can handle it?
Oh, I can handle it.
Are you sure about this?
This club looks really loud and crazy.
Loud and crazy is what I do!
But we just talked about you flying under the radar.
You talked about that.
I'm out here trying to live my best life.
I'll see you in Auto club, Lugnut.
Hi, Sadie. Bye, Sadie.
Whoa. You're just going to rush by?
I mean, I'm used to you running in and out of our house.
But the robot arm I made in Robotics club is sensitive.
You're right, where are my manners?
-His name is Bro-bot. -Oh!
Hi, Bro-bot.
Gotta go.
Marky needs to talk to me and he said that it's urgently urgent.
Marky can wait. I need to talk too.
It's urgently urgent-er.
Mm, that sounds more important.
Well, I tried to get Lay Lay to join Robotics club with me,
but instead she signed up for Auto club.
[gasps] Oh no, that's horrible.
Why's that horrible?
Very funny.
If I'm not there to keep a lid on her, she might do something crazy.
And now she has access to power tools and electricity.
Come on, Sadie.
You act like she's never been in school before.
Whoa! Hey. Of course she's been to school.
I mean, what human teenager hasn't, you know?
I just don't want people thinking she's too…extra.
The girl bedazzles her toothbrush.
It's a little late for that.
But I like extra.
Extra sauce, extra innings, extra credit.
It must be nice living in your head.
Oh yeah. In here, I'm a king.
Ah, you must be my five o’clock.
Marky Alexander. Business Man.
Jeremy? Your neighbor?
Ha. This guy.
I have a great idea for a revolutionary product
that will rake in big bucks.
Can I have a chip?
That depends on where this conversation goes.
You have my attention, because I like chips.
I need a tech guy to get things done.
So in other words,
you have an idea and you want me to do all the work.
You do the science while I do the sales.
That's where the magic happens.
Who's the magic man, Jeremy?
You are?
Way to keep up. Chip?
Soon.
The idea is birthday candles that blow themselves out.
Why?
No more embarrassing party pictures where people look like blowfish.
That's actually not a bad idea.
Each candle could have a built-in tiny fan to blow them out.
Check you out, Bill Nye.
I am a science guy. Ha. I'm on board.
Now you've earned a chip.
-So how are you going to sell it? -Social media.
I've set up a meeting with a influencer at your school named Tiffany.
-Do you know her? -Oh, yeah.
Everyone knows Tiffany.
She posted a video of me fighting with a squirrel over my notebook.
By the end of the day, everyone knew squirrels were tougher than me.
Exactly.
'Squirrel vs Nerd' T-shirts are still top sellers on her website.
I know! I didn't make a penny off those shirts,
and that squirrel retired to Palm Beach.
But if we can get her to promote our candles
on her website, they'll be the top sellers.
And I'll be the guy who invented them.
And that's something that squirrel can't take away from me.
I like your enthusiasm, Squirrel Boy. Let's do this.
Okay, I guess this is where we go our separate ways.
Yeah.
Don't be late on your first day, okay?
That'll be hard if I'm trapped in this bear hug!
I put a snack in your backpack in case you get hungry.
-Thanks. -And remember.
-I'm right down the hall if you need me. -Got it.
Oop, you got a little something on your face.
Ooh! Okay.
This has gone far enough.
Fine.
Just follow the teacher's instructions and don't get too crazy.
Now, when have I ever gotten too crazy?
I'm coming for you, Auto club!
Making pillows? [scoffs]
Yeah, right.
Psst. Lay Lay.
Aah!
Sadie, what are you doing here?
I just wanted to check up on you.
But it looks like my little tadpole's swimming along just fine.
All right, future gas station attendants.
Gather round for this semester's project.
Great, there's a grown-up here and not just a bunch of kids
playing with tools that could take out an eye.
This semester, you will all be building classic go-kart.
Oh, mama. Look at that baby.
This is okay.
But I want to build a car that says,
"Hey, hey, it's Lay Lay."
Uh, excuse me, Miss Lay Lay.
But this is a classic go-kart.
Yeah, there's a reason
they haven't changed the design since 1952.
I can build a better go-kart than that hunk of junk.
Cool your jets with the disparaging remarks.
My jets will be cool when my go-kart blasts out fire.
Actually, that doesn't sound safe.
What's not safe about fire?
Well, there's a lot of things wrong with fire.
For one, there's a-- and she's holding fire.
Okay, maybe I should stick around
and keep an eye on my tadpole for a little while.
Nobody needs to keep an eye on me.
Again, the opposite of flying under the radar.
Fire, am I right?
I did such a good job putting this together
that I even have *s leftover!
Oh, wow. Um, just wow.
How did you get all these accessories?
Your brother, Marky, has an impressive contact list
in the bedazzle district.
He even got me that cool microphone hood ornament.
Okay, I'm just gonna say this.
Your go-kart looks amazing,
but don't you think this is a lot of bling
for such a small go-kart frame to support?
I rock a lot of bling, and my small frame supports it.
Don't worry, girl, I haven't forgotten about you.
I've got a "my bestie is an honor roll student
at East Packer High" bumper sticker ready to go.
Aww. Thanks, Lay Lay.
Now, give me a drum roll.
Behold, the Lay Lay Lowrider.
This is no go-kart.
This is lip gloss on wheels.
Don't hate because I kicked it up a notch.
Check it. Flames blast out the back.
Ha. Ha ha! Sorry.
That was me.
That wasn't me.
Okay, Tiffany's going to be here any minute,
and we need this meeting to go well.
You couldn't dress up for the pitch meeting?
This is my second favorite shirt.
Why didn't you wear your favorite?
The squirrel took it.
-Hey. -Out of my way.
I can't have my followers seeing me
hang out with Boss Baby and Squirrel Boy.
Marky Alexander.
Thank you for coming by, Tiffany, and…
I'm Bria. I'm her ride or die.
People call us Briffany.
I have an idea for a product that I think you'll really love.
Hit me with it. I've got a toe massage in an hour.
Feast your eyes on this.
That's your product, kid?
Someone already invented cake.
It's not the cake.
It's state of the art technology that no one has seen before.
Candles that blow themselves out.
Less talking, more demonstration.
Wow, I think that was--
wait, what do I think, Tiffany?
That oddly wasn't a waste of my time.
I agree. Because that's what I do.
My birthday party is tonight at BoomBox Burger.
-I want these candles. -Yes!
Every good party has a social media moment,
and this will be mine.
-So you love what I've done. -Whoa. Whoa.
They aren't a yawn,
but they definitely aren't a yay, either.
Make everything bigger and better before my party tonight.
I can do that.
If bigger is what you want, bigger is what you'll get.
And don't forget the better.
Is that safe?
It's a little risky, but I'd rather go viral
for making bigger and better candles
than getting beat up by a possum.
I thought you said it was a squirrel.
I've tangled with a lot of animals.
Well, that didn't go as planned.
Looks like my go-kart was a go-fart.
It was just a little too much bling, but it was a good effort.
Maybe we should switch to Robotics.
Oh, you're leaving? Just what I thought.
You're all sparkle and no spackle.
You know, you don't have to be a * about it.
Just take your bling and beat it.
Girls don't belong here.
Oh, he just woke up the beast.
Yes. I've never met the beast before.
That's because this is the first time you've been around me
when someone suggests boys and girls are not equal.
So Lugnut being a * knuckle woke up the beast?
Exactly.
And now that * knuckle is going to feel her wrath.
Aren't we supposed to be flying under the radar?
When the beast roars, the beast roars loud.
The beast don't play.
We're not going anywhere, Lugnut.
Lay Lay and I are going to rebuild her go-kart
and then we're gonna drive it down your throat.
Oh, yeah? Well, I have an extremely petite esophagus,
so I'd like to see you try.
How 'bout we see whose go-kart can produce the most RPMs?
You're on.
And when we win, you have to switch to Pillow-Making club.
You're on, but when I win,
you have to perform a two-person hallway parade
wearing "I lost to Lugnut" T-shirts.
And I'll tell you right now. They're not very flattering.
That's not going to happen.
Also, I look good in anything.
Get ready, Lugnut, 'cause your go-kart has nothing on our
You-Go-Girl-Kart.
Working with my best friend to take down someone who did us dirty?
This is what brings me joy.
That and tater tots.
Your design was dope,
but with my knowledge of mechanical engineering,
I can reinforce the frame and boost the horsepower.
Perfect. I don't know what any of that means,
but as long as we beat Lugnut.
It's open, Jeremy.
Thanks for answering on the first knock.
There was a chipmunk out there giving me the side-eye.
Oh, what's up? Are you still playing inventor with Marky?
You don't know my life.
But yes.
And actually, Lay Lay called me.
You got the stuff?
Hey, stuff? What stuff?
I want to beat Lugnut, but I'm not going to jail.
Relax. It's just a turbo power booster.
It's only used by professional racers.
So it's sure to be exactly what a couple of teenage kids need.
How did you get it?
Let's just say Tiffany's birthday candles are going to be bigger and better.
Is it safe?
As long as you only use a capful.
It's super powerful stuff.
Ah, someone should hold on to that.
I vote me. All in favor? Me, it is.
Thank you, guys, for all of the birthday wishes.
If you aren't cool enough to be at my party,
at least your internet's fast enough to stream it.
Yes. Finally, my first high school party.
Thirty years too late, but I'm here.
Oh, hey, what are you doing here, Principal Willingham?
Hey, Jeremy.
I've been following Tiffany on social media for years.
I still have my Squirrel Boy T-shirt.
That squirrel really give you a run for your money, huh?
Happy Birthday, Tiff.
I made you this pillow.
It's like a sleepover all the time!
I kinda hate that I love this so much!
Now that we're actually doing this, I'm nervous, Marky.
We may have overdone it with the power levels.
Tiffany wanted bigger and better, so that's what she's gonna get.
Before you sing your praises to me,
feast your eyes upon the state-of-the-art candles
topping my cake.
And never forget I had them first.
Wow. High school parties are awesome!
Let's do this.
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday…
You blew the candles out too soon.
Uh, that, that wasn't me.
The candles blew out on their own.
That was bigger. That was not better.
Well, this will definitely go viral.
[chuckles] And it'll look pretty good on a T-shirt.
Mmm, buttercream, my favorite.
Why are you wearing your helmets? We're just revving our engines.
Because we don't want to just beat you, Lugnut.
We want to look good doing it.
I thought they were for safety, but what she said sounded better.
Okay, class. Let's get this contest over with.
I'm reading a book about a princess and her diary
and I'd like to get back to it.
So start your engines.
I'm crushing you.
If we were on the track, you'd be looking at my keister.
At least I wouldn't have to look at your face.
How do you trash-talk even when you're losing?
I've got skills.
We can't get our RPMs past Lugnut's.
Oh, this is not looking good.
Hey, I'm gonna love seeing you in those "I lost to Lugnut" T-shirts.
Sorry, they don't come in pink.
Lugnut's being a * again. We've got to do something.
Don't worry.
The beast is about to turn this up a notch.
Did you just pour the whole bottle in there?
Jeremy said to only use a capful.
The beast said to use it all.
I like the beast, but she scares me.
-Whoa, that doesn't look good. -[engine grinding]
Or sound good.
Or feel good.
I'm from Houston and we have a problem!
Kill the throttle!
What's the throttle?
Here. Let me do it.
Great. Another lawsuit.
Fellow pillow-makers,
all your hard work has finally paid off.
Now we'll take turns diving into this pile of handmade pillows.
Who'd like to go first? After me.
Are you girls okay?
Are you kidding me?
That was great!
I was talking to the pillows.
I didn't know you had it in you, Sadie.
Yeah, that was a dangerous and really dumb idea.
And I loved it.
There they are.
I got something I wanna say to you two.
What's happening?
Greatness is being recognized.
Well, you know what they say.
When life hands you a pile of loose feathers, you make…
A full body duck suit!
Well, the obvious answer was pillows, but your enthusiasm is refreshing.
Let's go, Pillow People.
You've advanced my understanding of the human experience.
Girls can do anything.
Thank you.
But you're still going to Pillow club.
What an ignominious turn of events.
All right, back to the grease pit.
Auto club has now become Wall Repair club.
Thanks.
Now I get why it's fun to go a little crazy sometimes.
But I never want to do it again.
I get that.
Hey! We should join Robotics club.
I bet there's plenty we can blow up over there.
Lay Lay, wait.
Remember, low profile!