Gabby Duran and the Unsittables

Morning, sunshine. Up and at 'em.

Your morning attitude? It's off-putting.

I'm gonna need you to watch your sister

for a couple hours today, okay?

Babysitting.

If you've got a younger sibling,

you're gonna get roped into it sooner or later.

Thankfully, I pretty much rule at it.

Crazy idea.

What if we spent the day making a new...

chore wheel?

Liv, I love you, I do,

but someone needs to save you from yourself.

What if, instead, we spent this 20 bucks

Mom left us in case of emergencies?

But this isn't an emergency.

If we're talking chore wheels,

this is as dire as it gets.

Olivia: Um... you're sure we need Sugar-Frosted Blammo Bombs?

The fact that you even have to ask that tells that me we do.

Get climbin'.

Um... these shelves don't feel super-sturdy.

Are you watching me?

Of course I am.

Well, there's no swelling, so that's good.

You sure you're okay?

I'm fine. Plus, how could I be mad?

You introduced me to these guys.

See? Babysitting's a piece of cake.

I'm Gabby Duran, and this is the story of how I became

the best babysitter in the galaxy.

Aw, Katrina and Michelle!

I miss those girls. You should call them.

There's no reason you girls can't still be friends.

Mom, it's been three weeks, and we moved eight states away.

They moved on.

They have not moved on.

They've already replaced me.

You see this girl? I don't know this girl.

Say hello to Gabby 2.0. The new me.

Can we just move back to Miami?

Gabby, I know this has been hard for you,

but it is what's best for the family.

I mean, the school district here has a gifted program

that can challenge Olivia in ways that her other school just couldn't.

And Mom was offered an on-air position for Local 6.

I'm on mugs now!

Mugs, Gabby!

Wow, that does actually make me feel better.

- Really? - Nope.

Look, I'm glad that you two have a new job

and a new school, but what do I have here?

You will find something, Gabby. I know you.

Pretty soon, you're gonna get your picture on a mug.

You know, metaphorically speaking.

Join the Mysteries of Havensburg Club.

Hey, do you have a second to...

You! You look like a person who might wanna...

Cool, we'll talk later!

Gabby!

Care to join the Mysteries of Havensburg Club?

We investigate weird and potentially paranormal occurrences around the town.

You know, ghosts, Big Feet,

Dobek the Janitor.

I think he's been collecting student garbage.

I'm pretty sure the reason is paranormal-slash-supernatural in nature.

I'd bring my trash home with me if I were you.

So, you interested in signing up?

We could use a second member.

You know, it weirdly does sound kinda fun, but...

I don't think I'm gonna be in this town for much longer.

Man (over P.A.): Gabby Duran to the principal's office. Now.

I'm getting kicked out of school.

Mmmm.

A curious thing happened

as I stepped out to my automobile today.

It said "Gabby Duran did this" with your student I.D.

So tell me, Gabby, was the sprayed paint correct?

Did you indeed cover my automobile with duct tape?

Yup. You caught me. It was me.

Then, I suppose...

I need to thank you!

Clearly you were just trying to protect it

from falling bird excrement.

And I must say, I understand the impulse.

I, too, despise all these birds

and their free-wheeling, excrete-as-you-may lifestyle.

It's an affront to civilized people everywhere.

So thank you, Gabby, for helping your fellow man.

So, am I getting kicked out of school, or...?

I should think not.

Okay, then.

I want you to remember that you left me with no choice.

- (screaming) - (rock music playing)

What were you thinking?

He could have kicked you out of school!

But, Mom, I...

I know. I know. I went too far this time.

You duct-taped the man's car!

I just...

I wanna go back to my old life.

Gabby, this is your life now.

You have to try and make the best of it.

I mean, look at your sister: She was just named

Student of Month at her school.

Student of the Month? We've only been here three weeks!

What can I say? It's been a whirlwind.

Okay, well, we're gonna need to get in front of this.

You and I are going over to Principal Swift's house to apologize.

Going over to his house?

Look, Mom, I know I stepped over the line this time,

but how about I just do it at school tomorrow?

Because I don't know that you will

do it at school tomorrow, Gabby.

I mean, you're trashing principals' offices now?

Who knows what you're gonna do?

Fine. I'll go apologize.

But I'm gonna do it on my own, okay?

So I can prove to you I'm a responsible, trustworthy person.

Oh, Gabby, wait.

Bring him one of these.

What? People love mugs.

Doesn't even trust me to apologize.

My own mother!

Hello?

Principal Swift?

Way to pick a super creepy house, guy.

- (suspenseful music playing) - (crows cawing)

Anybody?

: I'm 100% not coming back here again!

Well, I guess this was all just one big waste of...

- (screaming) - (roaring)

- (Gabby screaming) - (monster roaring)

- Get away from me, you... - Ow! Listen!

Whatever you are!

Ow! Time out! Time out! Time out!

What is going ahhhh...

Orb: Consciousness detected. State your name.

State my name? State your name!

I have rights, you know! You can't just go and...

Orb: Subject hostile. Begin probing sequence.

Gabby: Hey! Don't you get any closer!

I, uh, took two years of karate!

Orb: Probability assessment: Subject is lying.

Gabby: Principal Swift?

What is going on?

Come, Gabby. There is much to discuss.

Okay, first item to discuss:

Where are we?!

My basement.

Oooh, yummy!

- So, you two are... - Aliens, yes.

Jeremy and I are Gor-Mons.

We are shapeshifters from the planet Gor-Mona.

Uh, shrimp cocktail?

I'm told it's a very popular human meal.

- I'm good, thanks. - Oh.

Also, I don't think you're supposed to eat the tails.

Oh! Mmmm. Ah.

Well, there. When in Rome.

Now, Jeremy is heir to the Gor-Monite throne.

But there are some on our planet who would be less than happy

to see Jeremy rise to the position of Supreme Leader.

You get in my mouth, shrimp!

Really? That kid?

- (scoffs) Can't imagine why. - Yes.

Now, as his uncle, it is my job to keep him hidden here

until he comes of age.

Keeping our alien identities a secret

is of the utmost importance.

However, Jeremy has certain behavioral challenges

that can complicate things.

Stupid thing's broken! I'm calling the police!

Oh, stop that!

Now, my job at the school

helps us to blend in seamlessly to Earth culture...

: Sorry. Shrimp tail.

But what it also means

is that I can't watch him all the time.

Now, as such, I require a good babysitter.

Now, that is where you come in.

Whoa, whoa, hold up. Babysitting?

- That's what this is about? - Mm-hmm.

Sorry to say but you got the wrong kid, Swifty.

Gabby, Gabby, Gabby, Gabby, Gabby, Gabby, Gabby, Gabby.

I have precisely the right kid.

Now, you may be the most fearless,

resourceful human I have ever met.

The way you handled yourself in the basement.

The way you attacked Jeremy when he revealed

his true, admittedly hideous self.

The way you nobly shielded my car

from the droppings of those foul, vile birds.