Gabby Duran and the Unsittables

Can I help you?

Nope! Just waiting to throw out your banana peel!

Done?

Mm.

Oh, look at that. All full!

Guess I should take it out.

You know, 'cause that's my chore!

Here we go. This time I got it.

So close!

Gabby!

Grounded?

Mom, don't you think that's a little...

Gabby, this is not a conversation.

But, Mom...

The Death Eyes...

Mom, I understand that you're upset,

but there's a technique in the conflict resolution book

I'm reading that I think might help.

Let's take this to the Talking Table.

Olivia, I just...

The Puppy Eyes!

Okay, sure. Why not?

The Talking Table is about two things:

Communication and lots of rules about who can talk and when.

Any opening remarks? Gabby?

Look, you asked me to take out the trash and I did.

In a fun way.

Plus, I cleaned it up!

I mean, since when did "Gabby being Gabby"

become a crime around here?

Mom? Rebuttal?

Gabby, I gave you a simple chore to do,

and you turned my car into a garbage heap.

You don't take the things I tell you to do seriously.

No, I get it, I get it.

You just don't know how to have fun.

Excuse me? That is not what this is about.

And, actually, I do know how to have fun!

Do you remember that house party we threw last year?

I partied with your friends for hours!

I remember.

Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, everyone. Who wants to play Truth or Dare?!

Whoo!

I think I'm gonna leave now.

Take me with you.

Sorry.

Ah!

Oh! This is my jam!

I turned that party out.

I wonder if I still have that shirt.

You not only ruined my party,

you ruined the idea of parties.

And those "dance" moves...

- Hey! I'm a great... - Olivia: Uh... ah...

Gabby has the floor right now.

We have to follow the Talking Table protocol.

Look, I just think you're blowing

this whole trash situation out of proportion.

Gabby, do you have any idea what would have happened to me

if I threw a bag of trash all over your abuela's car?

We wouldn't be at a Talking Table, I can tell you that.

Look, the grounding stands.

Talking Table... adjourned.

Uh...

I didn't get my closing remarks!

- Narrator: Fail! -Gabby: Ooh! (Laughing)

That's gonna leave a mark!

Narrator: Fail!

Hope you guys have a good time at the Havensburg Opera.

Me, I'll be here, being grounded

and watching videos of kids learning why helmets are important.

Yeah, no. Mm-mm.

You're not that lucky. There's no screen time while you're grounded.

And please do not get into any more trouble while we're gone.

Olivia! You ready?

Well. One of us should definitely change.

Yeah.

It's not gonna be me.

Lousy no screen time...

Although these bedazzled bird houses are pretty nice.

I need your help.

Jeremy has been a pill today,

and I have some very important Gor-Monite business to take care of.

"I've got important Gor-Monite business!

"I've also got stupid legs

and sleep in my dress clothes!"

See what I mean? A pill.

I'd love to help you, Swifty, but I'm grounded right now,

and it's very important...

Oh, who am I kidding, I could use the company. Come on in.

Thank you, Gabby.

Um... your school trip is

to Football: The Opera?

You don't like this, do you?

It's fine.

Some things are for learning, not liking.

Hey, why don't we go do something else,

just you and me?

You want to leave early?

Yeah, I mean, we can have a mother-daughter day!

It'll be great!

But what if someone notices we're gone?

Or they take a second attendance?

Come on. You can stand to relax a bit.

Mom's orders.

Come on.

So I was just trying to have a good time,

and then my mom clamps down

like she's the Fun Police or something.

Tell me about it.

You know, I found out humans

have something called "birthdays,"

and Principal said I couldn't have one!

Apparently, Gor-Mons reproduce through

a cytoplasmic budding process,

and human birth is, like, way grosser.

Anyway, Principal says our people don't celebrate Bud Days.

Which stinks, because mine is today.

That's crazy!

Every kid deserves a birthday.

It's, like, a basic human right.

Exactly!

It should be a basic alien right, too!

You know what, I am sick and tired of the adults in our lives

telling us when and when we can't have birthdays,

what does and does not constitute

a responsible method of taking out the trash.

We can't let them stop us from having a good time.

So you know what I think we should do?

Frame them for a crime they didn't commit

so they go to jail and we get to raise ourselves.

What? No.

That would take hours of planning!

I'm saying,

we're gonna throw you the best birthday party ever!

Even better.

This stinks.

You want in on a game of Punchy Arm

with me and Timbuk?

Mm, no, thanks.

I can't have your one-and-maybe-only birthday party be this sad.

Got any other alien friends we can invite?

Just Timbuk. But he's got a lot of alien followers on his Style Blog!

Uh, I don't think that's gonna get it done.

But hey, I've got plenty of babysitting clients, right?

I'll just invite them.

Sweet. Then we can all play Punchy Arm!

No! No one wants to play Punchy Arm!

What is it with you and...

Ow! Timbuk! What is wrong with you?

This is the life.

Just sitting back and relaxing,

spending time with one of my favorite...

Honey, are you sweating?

A little.

A lot.

I can't help it, okay?

This just doesn't feel right.

Sneaking away from a school trip?

What if someone see us?

Should I be in disguise?

Do you do fake mustaches?

You need to relax. Look, it's the weekend

and this opera field trip isn't even required.

So let's just enjoy our time together.

Okay?

I am!

Oh, look at that. One hand done!

That's all I really need.

If we leave now, maybe we can get back

before the big aria?

Now this is what I call a birthday party!