The Proud Family

All right, ladies.

And Michael.

The Willie T. Ribbs racer cheerleaders

are about perfection, hard work, sweat, tears...

And pain.

If you can't take a five-story fall...

And bounce right up... You better bounce out of here now.

Dang, can't you all take a joke?

Dijonay, can we just get on with it?

Look, if anyone doesn't like the way I'm running this tryout

you can break now.

Dang, can't any of y'all take a joke?

Now, the racers only need one more body on the squad

and it has to fit into this uniform.

Oh, now you all got a sense of humor.

Well, I'm not joking

because this is the last uniform we've got.

Okay, let's do this.

Uh, go, go, go, ribbs racers.

Yay!

Next.

Racers spread peace.

Racers spread love.

Racers spread happiness.

Come on, everybody.

Cheer for the racers. Whoo!

Next.

Next.

Dang, they got us again.

Who invited them, anyway?

Yo, this is sticky webb

with the next episode of the racer's edge.

Today's hot topic:

Is it true that homie-ism has infected

the Willie T. Ribbs middle school tryouts?

Let's watch.

What she's really trying to say is

"if you're not a friend of Dijonay you'd best be on your way."

That's my girl.

And I think we got a wi...

Is this the tryouts for the racers?

Sorry, but the tryouts are... Lacienega?

Dijonay?

- Who's that? - Mm-mmm.

Are the tryouts still open?

Yeah, girl, come on.

- Who was that? - Lacienega?

We go back all the way to the sandbox.

But you just said I was the winner.

No. I said, we had "a wi..." Relax, you're in.

I'm just doing an old friend a favor. She's not going to beat you.

Racers to the left.

Racers to the right.

Racers up the middle. Fight, fight, fight.

Wow!

She's worse than me.

See? You have nothing to worry about.

Let's do this for real.

This is sticky webb at the cheerleader tryouts.

The votes have been counted, recounted and counted again.

And we still don't have a winner.

Is this any kind of way to pick a cheerleader?

It's certainly not the way you pick your friend.

Relax, Penny. You were great.

And besides, no one is tighter than you and Dijonay.

You're a shoo-in.

She's right, you know?

You were great. I was terrible.

Are you kidding? You were fantastic!

I've never seen moves like that before.

There's no way you're not going to...

Uh... I-I think I hear somebody calling me.

I hate to admit it

but tree girl has got a point.

- You think so? - I know so...

Ms "I'm cute, I'm loud, I'm Penny pathetic"!

Oh, you were good...

If you were trying out for the circus freak show.

And the jury's back, with the decision.

All right, ladies...

And Michael, we have a tie.

Between me and who?

Calm down, ugly boy, and let me finish.

It's between my girl, Penny Proud

and my other girl, Lacienega Boulevardez.

So, who made the squad?

Well, since I am captain, I make the final decision.

And I've decided...

to have a cheer-off!

Wow, guess you two aren't that tight after all, are you?

- You need help? - No, I got this.

Stay still, Bebe.

Honey, get over here! They're here!

Oscar, get away from there.

Those people are going to think we're nosy neighbors.

Trudy, people who move in the middle of the day

want you to be nosy, so they can show off all their stuff.

And wow, check out the wife.

I mean, the wide-screen TV.

Whoo-whee!

One of our neighbors sure is ugly. Good guga muga!

Who are you calling ugly?

Standing there with a face only a mother could love.

- And I don't. - That's cold, Mama.

The truth hurts, boy.

Trudy? I was just next door talking to the family moving in.

I think I just met Caesar Romero.

Mama, Caesar Romero's dead.

Shoot, I know dead when I see it.

Heck, I'm darn near dead myself.

But that man made me feel things I haven't felt since I was...

Mama, please... stop!

Well, Sugar Mama!

Why don't you two try and get together?

We are, tonight. I invited them over for dinner.

- Here? - "Them" who?

The new neighbors.

- The Boulevardez family. - Boulevardez?

Oh, no.

No way. This cannot be.

Penny, what is your problem?

Who are you talking about?

Lacienega Boulevardez.

I can't stand her.

Excuse me, young lady?

I'm sorry, mom

but I'm competing with Lacienega

for the last spot on the cheer-leading squad

and she's really mean to me.

Plus, she's acting like she's Dijonay's best friend

and everybody knows Dijonay and I are best friends.

Anyway, it's just not fair.

I told you to ditch that Dijonay a long time ago.

Maybe if you get to know her better

you two just might become good friends.

Doubting it.

Well, I know one thing.

We won't be having company with people who have a bigger TV than ours.

Be right back, honey.

May I leave, too?

No. I'm going to need some help getting dinner ready.

But, mom, I don't want to...

That's enough.

You're going to help me, and when our guests arrive

you're going to be on your best behavior.

Understood?

Yes, Mama.

Oscar, what is that?

It's the new, 84-inch man's screen 8000, fully equipped

with a satellite dish and pizza-maker.

It's got everything a guy needs to watch TV.

Big deal. You'll still fall asleep on the couch watching it.

Not anymore.

I love this thing.

Penny! Suga Mama!

Company's here.

Okay, I'm coming!

Oh, stop acting a fool.

Who left this open?

Welcome, everyone.

I'm Trudy Proud, and this is my husband...

Oscar Proud owner of Proud snacks.

Oh, you're the guy.

Felix Boulevardez...

Boulevardez construction.

We use your snacks as landfill.

This is my wife, sunset, my daughter Lacienega

and my pops, Papi.

And you already know Suga Mama.

Your eyes sparkle like dull diamonds,

and the back of your hand pricks me like a porcupine.

But at my age you can't be too picky.

Child, I don't know what you said

but you sure put a smile on my face.

I brought Penny a present, Mrs. Proud.

Where is she?

Penny!

Get your behind down here.

I'm down.

So, Felix

I saw them bring in your big screen.

What is that little beauty, an 80-inch?

Yeah, yeah, it is but... But this is my daughter's television.

I watch my TV in a home theater.

Wow.

- Want to check it out? - Can I?