K.C. Undercover

Ta-da!

Wow, what is this for?

Do I need a reason to give you a gift?

You know me better than anyone in the whole entire world.

So why would you get me pom-poms?

You're right. Dumb idea.

Unless... here's a thought just off the top of my head.

What if you and I tried out for, hmm, I don't know,

the cheerleading squad on Saturday in the south gymnasium at 1:15?

Approximately.

Try out for cheerleading, huh?

Give me an N, give me an O...

Do you see where I'm going with this?

Are you spelling "no thing can keep me from trying out

on Saturday in the south gymnasium with my best friend Marisa"?

All right, fine. Think it over. No pressure.

Now what does Marisa want?

Hi, Judy. Can you come out to play?

No, I'm not available today,

or tomorrow or next year.

Check back in 1,000 years.

I'll still be here. Will you?

Why did you just do that?

I'm not playing with that eight-year-old bag of flesh.

As a 16-year-old bag of flesh,

I find that a tad offensive.

Look, I know you're a robot,

but you need to start acting like a kid.

Or at least not a crusty old sailor.

Sometimes, when you wanna keep friends,

you need to do what they want to do.

Oh, I guess that explains

why you're cheerleading with Marisa.

Oh, I hate it when you're right.

You'll get used to it.

I keep it undercover.

I keep it undercover.

Honey, you almost done with that new employee paperwork for the organization?

Yeah, you'd think a professional spy organization

would know my phone number.

Lookin' good.

Lookin' good.

Lookin'... Hmm.

Hmm? What hmm?

Oh, nothing, just a little thing I noticed.

That "in case of emergency contact," you spelled my name wrong.

You put K-i-r-a Cooper, when I believe

the correct spelling is C-r-a-i-g Cooper.

Dad, are you actually upset that I picked Mom over you?

Oh, please. I could care less.

Technically, you could care less,

'cause you seem to be caring a lot.

Don't you be silly.

You go on and have a great day,

and enjoy that lunch I spent an hour making...

that your mom didn't.

Craig, you got a little something on your...

Oh, never mind. It's just jealousy.

Excuse me.

Get real, honey.

You treat Ernie like a second-class citizen,

but the moment you're chosen second,

you fall apart like a cheap watch.

Oh, hey.

That was five anniversaries ago, and I said I'm sorry.

The dude said it was real.

Look, I ain't got time to be discussing all of this.

I gotta go make things right with my boy.

Oh, K.C., you showed up.

Of course I did. I'm so psyched to be here.

I cannot wait for these obnoxious mean girls

to tell me I'm not pretty enough, peppy enough,

or good enough to be on their squad.

I'm suddenly getting the feeling

that you're just doing this to please me,

and that pleases me.

Get ready for the mean girl banquet,

and I have a feeling we are the main course.

Welcome! Way to be here.

That shows a ton of confidence,

and that's the number one thing

a spirit ambassador needs.

Our job is to help empower our team,

but not just our team.

Everyone in the entire school.

Heck, if we can,

let's make this world a better place to live in

while we're at it. Who's with me?

You see? Pure evil.

Hey there, how's my pride and joy?

I don't know. She stayed after school to practice cheerleading.

No, I'm talking about my favorite son.

I'm your only son.

Oh, don't get bogged down in the details.

I just wanna spend a little quality time with you.

So what you think? Football?

Basketball? Baseball!

I don't do well with objects that fly through the air.

They have a funny way of finding my head.

That's because I don't take you to the batting cages enough.

Baseball, it is. High five.

Yeah, we gonna work on that.

I love checkers, don't you?

Sure. Who doesn't love an exercise in elementary strategy?

Vapid simpleton.

Good game!

But we didn't finish.

I calculated the rest of the moves in my head,

ran the odds, and you win.

But you never even jumped me.

All right, have it your way.

Are you happy now?

Blades, buckets, candlesticks.

Blades, buckets, candlesticks.

Hey, Marisa,

I think I dropped my candlestick on the ground.

Would you do me a favor, pick it up and hit me over the head with it?

You guys are doing great!

Now, let's take a quick break.

But if we take a break,

who's gonna make the world a better place?

Are you sure you're gonna have time for cheerleading,

what with being the leader of the sarcasm squad?

Look, Marisa, I'm sorry, okay?

I just... I don't get this.

What's there not to get, because I thought

this could be something we could do together.

What do you mean? We are always together.

Are we, K.C.?

When was the last time

we had a hot dog-less hot dog?

On a stick?

It just seems like lately, I never see you

because you're always busy doing...

I don't know what, 'cause you won't tell me.

Marisa, that is not always true.

Really? You didn't show up to Becky's party last weekend like you said you would.

You didn't come to the movies with everyone on Sunday afternoon,

like you said you would.

And you didn't come to the library the other night to help me study,

like you said you would.

So I just thought

if we did this cheerleading thing,

we'd at least get to spend some time together.

Marisa, I am so sorry, okay?

I had no idea that you felt this way.

It's just that I have been so busy with...

You know what?

It doesn't even matter what I've been busy with,

because your friendship is the most important thing to me,

and I'm going to make it up to you, okay?

Starting right now.

All right. Go, team!

Starting right now.

You can do this, K.C. Okay.

Blades, buckets, candlesticks.

Blades, buckets, candlesticks.

Oh, hey, Mom.

Whose mom? My mom.

You da bomb. Go, Mom!

Actually, when it comes to disabling bombs,

I am the bomb.

What's up with the pom-poms?

I'm trying out for the cheerleading squad.

That doesn't sound like you.

Doin' it for Marisa.

Now that sounds like you.

K.C.

Being a cheerleader is a huge time commitment,

and I don't know if you should be juggling so many things.

Remember that street performer we saw?

Never should've added that fourth chainsaw.

Look, I know it's a lot,

but it seems like ever since I started being a spy,

I always have to...

I never have time to just...

She's my best friend,

and I really don't wanna lose her.

Come here.

I get it, sweetheart.

It's not easy.

And here's the bad news.

It doesn't get any easier.

What kind of pep talk was that?

I'm assuming you were never a cheerleader.

K.C., I love you.

And I don't want you being a spy to get in the way of you being a kid.

So... if you're feeling like it's too much--

No, no. I can handle it all, and I know that I can.

Well, if you think you can,

then I think you can, too.

And, as far as me never being a cheerleader...

Blades, buckets, candlesticks, whoo!

Wow, Mom.

That's right. I still got it.

But I think I broke it.

Help me. Easy.

Think fast.

I'm sorry.