Sydney to the Max

Hey, girls, what's up

Well, we decided to talk in rhyme.

So now we do it all the time.

As for rhymes, we have a ton.

So please don't ask when we'll be done.

Oh, I think I could go on a fun run in the sun.

Hun.

Okay, now it's done.

Dad, I know that Olive slept over

the last two nights already, but...

can she stay another?

We've been having so much fun, Mr. R.

I don't know, girls. It's Sunday.

Tomorrow's school. That's a big ask.

Please? I wouldn't ask it unless I was asking

the best dad in the whole wide world.

"In the whole wide world," huh?

Syd, I see what you're doing.

Of course you do. You're the smartest dad there is.

Really?

Okay, well, let me call Olive's mom

and see if she's okay with it.

: Yes!

Max? Is Olive okay?!

Is it her allergies? Did her pinkeye come back?

Um, I have eye drops. If I take the alley,

I can be there in three minutes.

No, no. Olive is fine.

I just called because the girls wanna extend their sleepover

another night. What do you think?

Well, I mean, normally I'd be against it on a school night,

but I guess it's okay, given the situation at home.

What situation?

Well?

Congratulations. You got another night!

Now we have time to do makeovers on each other!

And this time, I promise not to sneeze

and get lipstick up your nose.

Uh, Syd, can I talk to you for a minute?

Uh, of course. Right behind you.

What's up?

Why didn't you tell me Olive's parents are getting divorced?

What?

Olive's parents are getting divorced?

I can't believe Olive's parents are getting divorced.

‐Are you sure? ‐Yeah, her mom just told me.

So Olive didn't tell you?

No. She didn't say anything.

Oh my gosh. Poor Olive.

She must be devastated.

I bet. When my parents got divorced,

I felt like the world was ending.

Must've been awful.

It's just so weird. I mean,

Olive's been here all weekend,

and she's acting like nothing's going on.

Well, maybe that's why she wanted to sleep over

the last few nights. She probably doesn't wanna face it.

Wow. I wonder why she didn't tell me.

Everybody handles these things differently, Syd.

I'm sure Olive has her reasons.

Yeah, but now I know.

What do I do?

Should I say something? Should I not say something?

Am I supposed to just go back upstairs

and pretend like everything's normal?

I know it's tough, but...

Olive will tell you when she's ready.

You're probably right, Dad.

It's not gonna be easy, but I just gotta

play it cool and wait for her to open up.

Hey! Sorry I took so long.

No worries. All good.

Okay! Makeover time.

Uh, Syd, listen.

Before we start, there's something I should tell you.

Oh, Olive!

You can tell me anything!

I'm here for you, no matter what!

I got blush on your bench.

Say what?

Oh. Gee, you sure did.

Why all the emotion?

I just hate to think that

you've been carrying this secret for

who knows how long?

It happened five minutes ago.

Yeah, but those five minutes must've been a nightmare.

You found out my parents are getting divorced, didn't you?

Yeah.

I'm so sorry, Olive.

I can't imagine how you're feeling right now.

Actually, I'm fine.

‐You are? ‐Yeah.

They're the ones getting divorced,

not me.

But it's still gonna be hard on you.

Not really.

Now, can we just get back to makeovers?

Sure. Of course.

You know, there is something else I wanted to say.

Yes! Let it out!

I also got eyeshadow on your rug.

Okay, Max. While your dad is watching you,

I want you in bed by 9,

eating healthy, and showering every day.

Mom, you're just asking me to lie to you,

but okay.

‐Dad! ‐There's my Maximus.

Douglas.

Judith.

Okay. If you need me,

I left the number where I'm at on the fridge.

But only call me if it's absolutely necessary.

Why?

Both: Because it's your girls' weekend.

No. It's my...

Both: "Do Not Disturb" girls' weekend.

That's right. So from this point forward,

do not disturb me.

‐(phone ringing) ‐Okay, after this phone call,

‐do not disturb me. ‐(ringing)

You ready for the best boys' weekend ever?

Oh yeah! I was thinking

we should eat hot dogs for every meal.

Done.

And we should try to get tickets for the Daredevil Games.

Oh.

That ticket is impossible to get.

No one could pull that off.

You're right.

Except me. (laughs)

Dad, you're the best!

You're not gonna believe it.

My girlfriend got the flu!

My Do Not Disturb weekend got disturbed

before it even started!

I'm sorry to hear that.

But, don't worry about me.

I'll just find a motel for the weekend.

Doug, you don't have to stay at a motel.

There are plenty of hotels in town.

Why can't he just stay here?

‐What? ‐Doug, let me handle this.

What?

Why not? He used to live here.

Honey, I don't think that's the best idea.

Yeah, son. Your mom's right.

Come on, Mom.

I never get to see him.

Please?

‐Fine. ‐Yes!

Boys' weekend is back on!

I really appreciate this, Judy.

And to thank you, I've got

a little ukulele song I can play.

Oh, you know where they love ukulele music?

That hotel across town.

Hi! Are you interested in joining

the coolest club in school?

Wait? Is this DJ Club?

No. This is Emergency Preparedness Club.

I'm Olive, the president.

We may not light up a party,

but we can light up your outdoor staircase.

Do I get one of those whistles?

And this stylish vest.

Trust me. This club will prepare you to handle everything.

A tsunami, a tornado,

unexpected playground injuries.

What about a zombie attack?

That's ridiculous, but yes.

Then I'm in!

Sounds like you're prepared for everything.

Well, I wouldn't say everything.

There are some disasters you don't see coming.

You know, like an earthquake.

Sure, you can throw some granola bars in a backpack,

but are you really prepared when it suddenly

splits your house in two?

Or when the very ground you're standing on

disappears under your feet?

Or when everything you know and love is swept away?!

Yeah, definitely gonna join DJ Club.

Olive, are you okay?

Yeah.

I just finally realized this club is useless.

If I can't prepare for everything,

why should I prepare for anything?

I quit.

But Olive, you love this club.

Are you sure this isn't about the divorce?

Nope. It's about wearing this ridiculous vest.

Hi, Olive. I'm here for the next shift.

Anything to report?

Yeah. Congratulations, Derek. You're president now.

‐Seriously? ‐Olive!