Sydney to the Max

Noodle, that was your best performance yet.

And the place is so packed, I couldn't tell which one

of your adoring fans was yelling "woo‐hoo!"

‐It was you, Dad. ‐No wonder he was so loud.

I bet they're all here because of my new music profile.

I've been getting a lot of new followers.

That's because of her incredibly talented,

brilliant and humble social media manager.

Come on, Max, let's let her hang with the cool kids.

And by that, I mean not you.

Hi, Sydney? I'm Zoey. I just wanted to say

you like totes killed that performance.

Your songs slap, girl.

I'm kind of a stan.

Wow.

Thanks, I've always wanted a stan.

Yaasss, and I am def not the only one.

There was some guy yelling "woo‐hoo" throughout the whole performance.

So you were saying you're a stan?

Huge. I'm also a brand manager at Britney Nashville.

Have you guys heard of us?

Are you kidding? I love your clothes.

I'm obsessed with Britney Nashville.

Britney Nashville girls take up half of my social media feed.

The other half is animals dressed as celebrities.

My favorite is Scarlett Jo‐hamster.

So Sydney, we are looking for

up‐and‐coming influencers to partner with

and I am vibing on your content.

How would you like to be an official Britney Nashville girl?

Me? A Britney Nashville girl? I've always wanted to be one.

How does this work?

Mostly, we send you a bunch of free clothes

and you post pics wearing them.

Okay, let me consult with my social media manager.

We've discussed it and we'd like to accept your offer.

Perf! I'll DM you the deets,

and we will send you some new fits. Bye!

Bye!

Hey, Max. Bad news.

I just got an e‐mail from Cousin Archie,

his birthday party is coming up in two weeks.

Oh, seriously? He's so obnoxious.

Remember last year when he made us all play

Pin the Tail on the Archie?

I won, but the prize was a full body pillow of him.

So really, I lost.

I can't do another one of his parties.

Well, what are we going to do?

If we don't go, we'll never hear the end of it.

Or we can say we can't make it

because we already planned a vacation together.

Wow. Sounds like a really expensive way

to get out of a party,

but it's Archie, so I'm in.

Not a real one.

We'll just take some fake pics of us on vacation

and post them online.

He'll never know the difference.

You really think that'll work?

Please. I've gotten out of two weddings

and a baby shower by "going to Australia."

So that's why there was a kangaroo in our backyard.

Hey, Dad, did I just hear the doorbell?

Syd, you've asked me five times already.

Don't worry, your clothes will get here soon.

What if they changed their mind?

What if Zoey decided another girl

was more Britney Nashville than I am?

Ah! It's here!

Take that, other girl.

Hi, I'm from Britney Nashville.

This is the greatest day of my life.

I get that a lot.

Wow. Even the box is cooler than me,

and that's not true of most packages.

Oh, I gotta text Olive.

I promised I'd wait to open it with her.

It's here, it's here!

Olive, were you following the delivery truck?

Of course not. I was hiding in the bushes.

Whoa, is that the wrestler, Mr. Concrete?

He must be in town for the big Ruckus Rumble event.

I can't believe he's here.

He's one of the best pro wrestlers of all time.

One of? He is the best.

He beat the Venomous Viper by breaking a stool on him,

then a chair, then a table.

All right, personally, I think the table was overkill.

Wait, you watch wrestling?

Are you kidding? My favorite day of the year

is when the Ruckus Rumble is on.

I can't believe it's only two weeks away.

I'm so psyched to watch it.

I'm going to go get his autograph.

Mr. Concrete, would you mind signing this

and making it out to Alisha, your biggest fan?

I'd be happy to, Alisha.

Man, everyone looks up to Mr. Concrete,

especially Alisha.

I wish I had muscles like that guy.

Personally, I'm happy with my body.

I got arms to lift a laptop, legs to dance,

and a face that won't quit.

I gotta bulk up.

I know I can't look like Mr. Concrete,

but that doesn't mean I can't get some muscles.

True, but it takes a lot of hard work and dedication.

Which are two things I've been meaning to try.

Well, if you're willing to commit,

I could be your trainer.

Really, you can do that?

Yeah, I helped my uncle get in shape

for a bodybuilding competition.

Did he win?

Yeah, but unfortunately,

he hurt his back lifting the trophy.

What are you waiting for? Open it, open it!

I can't believe this.

Britney Nashville girls always look so perfect.

I never thought I'd be one of them.

And I never thought I'd be besties with one of them

and get to share all her free clothes!

We'll circle back.

Ooh, look at these tops and this skirt.

And the most amazing jumpsuit

I have ever seen.

Syd, that is so you.

Well, I am a Britney Nashville girl.

And look, the best part is all the clothes

are one size fits all.

That means everything is going to fit.

Well, not everything.

It's a little tight in the front.

Let me see the back.

Okay, I'm starting to like the front better.

Try on something else.

Sleeves too big. Pants too long.

Skirt too tight.

Too much neck. Nothing they sent fits me.

I thought their clothes were supposed to fit everyone.

Maybe we can build an outfit around this.

A bracelet?

At least that fits.

What's wrong with me?

How can I be a Britney Nashville girl

if the only thing that fits is this bracelet?

Aw, come on.

I don't get it. I thought Britney Nashville

was supposed to be one size fits all.

What am I going to do?

I promised Zoey I'd post pics in these clothes.

I guess you'll just have to tell her they don't fit.

And give up being a Britney Nashville girl?

No way.

Hey, girls, your dad and I

are about to take pictures for our fake vacation.

Do either of you have a large rubber lobster?

Sorry, I got fresh or frozen. No rubber.

Okay, forget the lobster.

What about a life‐size inflatable shark?

What kind of terrifying vacation is this?

Hey, you have your dream vacay, I have mine.

Syd, what are you going to do?

You still have to post those pictures.

You know what?

Grandma's fake vacation photo shoot gave me an idea.

I don't actually have to fit into the clothes,

I just have to look like I do.

And I don't actually have to understand

what you're talking about, I just have to look like I do.

Okay, Max, for the next two weeks, don't think of me as your friend, Leo.

I'm your trainer, Coach Webb.

And Coach Webb takes no mercy.

But if he gets too rough, your buddy Leo can talk to him.

Let's do this. I invited Alisha

over for the Ruckus Rumble in two weeks,

and I want to impress her with my new muscles.

Not a lot of time,

but if you listen to every word I say, we got this.

All right. What do you want to focus on?

Mostly my tri‐tips and my trapezoids.

Really want to get my en‐dolphins flowing.

Okay, tri‐tips are steaks, trapezoids are shapes,

and en‐dolphins are... well, they're just dolphins.

Two questions, what's going on here?

And two, do I even want to know?

I'm getting buff.

Is this because I laughed when you couldn't lift the meatloaf?

You told me it was stuck to the counter.

And no, I'm doing this for other reasons.

‐Alisha? ‐Ding, ding. We have a winner.

Max, do you really think this is what girls like?

Don't you think they prefer someone sensitive who listens?

Ew, why would they want that?

It's a good thing you're cute.

Last thing, we got to track your progress

to make sure you're going from scrawny to brawny.

How's it looking?

Like we need to get started sooner rather than later.