Fairfax

Announce the drop.

Your selection, my liege?

Hmm...

The Dr. Phil box tee.

Dope as fuck, my lord.

Now drop it!

The sauce.

It's the deal of the century.

Well, someone wore them in a game.

Holy shit. Diego, I'll call you back.

No way. Thank you, drop gods!

Swag.

Eomma. Appa. I need a ride to Fairfax.

No, Hyung-Joon. You should be studying, not shopping.

Ugh. If I miss this drop, I will never forgive you.

Love you, pumpkin.

Stop milking almonds! Stop milking almonds!

Stop milking almonds!

Derica, will you please take your protest away

from the salad bar?

Why don't you take your cis-white 'tude

away from my protest, Chad?

I'm out of here,

but not because you asked me to.

Enjoy your lunch break, sheep.

Mm-hmm. Yeah, yeah.

Fire. Now give me a look that says, "What's up, Tinder?

New widow on the block."

Oh, dang.

- I gotta wrap this up. - Thanks, Truman.

Remind me, when do you turn 18?

I'm 13, Ms. P. Don't make me cancel you.

Damn it, Gucci, we're too late.

Yo, I haven't seen a line this long

since the Frances McDormand skate deck.

Fuck! Sorry I'm late, guys. Four-kayak pileup on the river.

Yo, we out of larges, so don't fuckin' ask!

Back of the line, losers.

Are you serious? Sherman got one?

- Ha-ha. Suck it, Benny. - This motherfucker.

Reselling for eight hunj.

Link in bio. What the hell?!

Hoo! Asleep at the wheel again.

Aw, you got 'em good, Quattro.

Freshest birds on the block, Glenn.

Hey, snap a pic for the Gram right quick.

Are we there yet? Because if we don't stop soon,

I'm gonna pee in my Nalgene.

Ask and ye shall receive.

Here we are, Dale, Fairfax Avenue.

Whoa, it's like Hogwarts for fashion.

My buddies on Trip Advisor say

it's the coolest street in Los Angeles.

Whoa.

Hey, Dad, are you sure this is where

Uncle Robbie's vape store is?

Not his vape store, D-bone, our vape store.

And it's up to us to carry

the mango-flavored torch until he's back.

But what if I don't make any friends?

Everyone looks so friggin' cool.

You know what Prince used to tell me

when I'd get the pre-show jitters on tour?

Oh, I love it when you talk The Revolution, babe.

He'd say, "Trini, you ain't got to impress nobody.

You're already the flyest honeybee in Paisley Park.

And as long as you stay true to yourself,

- ain't nothing gonna stop you." - Amen!

- Besides, you were captain of the hiking team. - Ugh.

You'll make friends in no time. Speaking of which,

- these kids look friendly. - Grant.

- Pardon me. Hey, guys. How you doing? - Dad! No, no, no! Don't.

Hey, what's this line for?

For sucking this dick, old man.

Huh.

Whoa.

Hey, watch it, normie.

Sorry.

Whoa.

Psst. Yo, kid.

I'll give you 50 bucks for that Patagonia hat.

- Fifty bucks? Okay. - Hey!

It's not for sale, Sherman.

Hey, don't do it, dawg. Everybody knows

vintage 'Gonia hats are worth at least two hundo on Grailed.

Yeah. Get out of here, Sherman.

Fuckin' bunk-ass bootlegger!

Fuck you, Sherman!

Never trust Sherman. He's a culture vulture.

He'd resell his mama's kidney if he could.

Damn, bro, that outfit is normcore as hell.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you look like if Tom Hanks

- fucked an REI. - Ha-ha! True.

You literally just named two of my favorite things.

- I'm Dale. - What up, Dale?

I'm Benny, aka Hyung-Joon.

This is Derica and Truman. The crew.

Hey, dope fanny. Where'd you get it?

From my dad. He got it for me

after I earned my climbing badge in Eagle Scouts.

- Eagle Scouts? - Climbing badge?

Hold up, are you telling me this isn't some

elaborately constructed outfit?

You're just rocking the hiking shoes

- for ankle support? - Yep.

Just moved here from Oregon with my family.

Rock climbing capital of the country.

- Can I get a whoop-whoop? - Don't do that.

So, what's everyone waiting for?

Thursday drop.

Right. Totally.

What's a drop?

The fuck he just say?

Schwimmer's!

Welcome to Schwimmer's, Dale,

the dopest deli on Fairfax.

Awesome. What's good here?

Nothing. They got a "B" rating, and everything's, like, $40.

- I love it, though. - Here's your sodies, kids.

You know, Guns N' Roses used to drink cream sodies

in this very booth.

No disrespect, Phyllis,

but Guns N' Roses sucked ass.

No, sir, they ate pussy, and lots of it!

- Oh, my God. - Yo, that's nasty. -

All right, so a drop is...

How do I put this in Caucasian?

A drop is when someone puts out new shit.

It's like, uh, if milk suddenly came out with a three percent.

Or in this case, Latrine releasing

the Dr. Phil box tee.

It's the tightest shirt maybe ever,

and it's the key to overnight influencer status.

What's so special about Latrine?

I don't know, Dale, what's so special about the sun?

Bro, it's the holy grail of streetwear.

Founded by this guy, Hiroki Hassan.

He's super mysterious.

Nobody's ever seen him IRL.

Facts. They make everything from hoodies

to fire extinguishers.

So, like an expensive Walmart.

What? No!

Ooh, okay. That's a pretty hot take.

They just came out with an old-fashioned pencil sharpener.

You know, the ones you crank?

Dude, I can't even.

It's reselling for nine hunj.

All because Timothée Chalamet copped one.

I want one so bad, man.

Why would anyone pay $900 for a pencil sharpener?

It's simple, Dale. The more Latrine gear you get,

the more likes you get.

And if you get enough likes, you become an influencer.

And when you're an influencer, you get to tell your dad

to go fuck himself, because you're too busy

selling Travis Scott a pair of Nike Air Mags.

Or direct an Oscar-winning

A24 indie movie starring Zendaya

and Amy Adams, instead of taking profile pictures

of bunk-ass widows in their garage.

Or you finally become BFFs with Greta Thunberg

and save the planet from extinction.

So I don't have to protest at a goddamn Whole Foods.

And if I happen to make Teen Vogue's 15 Under 15,

that's cool, too.

Oh... my... God.

We gotta get that box tee.

All right, that's gonna be pretty hard

considering they're, uh, all sold out.

Except for one.

Go on.

Right before Sherman called me over,

I saw some skater guy with bleached hair.

Lucas, the manager.

Well, I saw him take one of the box tees to the back.

Then the dream is still alive.

Come on, fam.

We got work to do.

Let's fucking build...!

- Dab. - No. - That ain't it

Nobody dabs anymore, Dale. Jesus.

Whoa, what are we doing here?

We're here to see The Plug.

Homie's got an in with Hiroki himself.