"All right, class, before you clean up" "I have an announcement to make." "What does this say to you?" "You got drafted by the Vikings." "Funny." "Cute." "Quiet!" "Now, although I teach science my first love has always been opera." "What do they have in common?" "Nothing." "And that's why I'm bitter." "Which brings us to the annual Festival of the Classical Arts." "Here it comes." "Who wants to sign up?" "You get a beautiful trophy." "And a $100 gift certificate donated by the Bayside Mall." "Hey, Rae, what do you think?" "Should we sign up?" "You getting any psychic vibes?" "No, I got nothing." "But I do have an idea." "We are going to do an opera." "An opera?" "Rae, come on, we don't know anything about opera." "Girl we love the mall, and Depaulo loves opera." "Therefore... we love opera." "You do?" "Wonderful." "So, Raven, what will you and your sidekick be performing?" "What-what do you mean, "sidekick?"" "Sidekick-- you know, a follower, hanger-on, second banana." "Mrs. Depaulo, Chelsea and I-- we're equal bananas." "That's right." "Okay, as far as what our act will be all our decisions will be made together." "Chelsea, we're leaving." "Right behind you." "Yep, that's me." "Needs something... sweet." "Freeze!" "Drop the marshmallows, step away from the blender." "Corey, what are you doing?" "My class is putting out a fourth grade cookbook and we all had to bring in a recipe." "Honey, with recipes like this no one's going to make it to the fifth grade." "Nobody's going to fit in the fifth grade." "Son, what were you trying to make?" "A dessert." "I call it..." ""The Deliciator."" "Why didn't you come to me for help?" "You know I am a professional chef." "Or me." "I have this box full of family recipes passed down through the generations." "Like your mother's fruitcake." "I'm still waiting for that to pass down." "Well, it might have helped if you hadn't swallowed it whole." "I tried to bite it, but that thing had no give." "It's like cement." "Are you two fighting?" "No." "Why don't you both make me a dessert and I'll put the winning one in my cookbook?" "Son, you're not going to get your mother and me to compete against each other." "I mean... please." "Are you scared?" "No way." "Son, hand me my apron." "Watch a real man in action." "Yeah, it takes a real man to wear pink." "Hey, you two, how was school today?" "Great, Mom." "Chelsea and I signed up to do an operatic duo for The Classical Arts Festival." "I'm impressed." "What are you singing?" "I haven't decided yet." "Why do you get to decide?" "Chelsea, are you still tripping because Ms. Depaulo called you my second banana?" "No, it's cool." "Of course not." "Now, if you'll excuse me" "I'll be in your room awaiting further instructions." "Mom, tell me the truth." "You don't think" "I boss Chelsea around, do you?" "Oh, yeah." "Come on, seriously." "Oh, yeah." "Come on, honey." "You have a lot of great ideas, but every once in a while you need to let someone else have their say." "Why?" "Honey, because people don't like to be overshadowed by others who act all superior just because they went to cooking school and know how to whip egg whites." "Like that's so hard." "Come back." "Oh... sorry." "Rae, Chelsea's your best friend." "Give her a chance." "I'm sure she has some wonderful ideas." "We're going to be singing trees?" "Not just singing, Rae." "Dying." "Girl, that is..." "Gosh, it's a wonderful idea." "Thanks... because I was thinking you know, we take some opera but we write our own words, you know?" "About something we just really care about." "Shopping." "Um, no." "Actually, um, something like, you know, the environment." "Like, um, acid rain." "You know, how it just really destroys trees and stuff." "That's..." "That idea-- it's a bit too wonderful." "You know, Rae if you... if you don't want to do this..." "No." "Chelsea... go ahead, girl." "You're the boss." "Really?" "Okay, I'm the boss then." "I mean, if that's okay with you." "Hello." "I don't have to ask you." "I'm the boss." "Okay, people, I'm on a tight schedule." "Make my mouth happy." "Banana cream cheese cake." "Nothing but the best for my baby." "Son, if you need to rinse that bad taste out of your mouth" "I've lifted the ban on drinking out of the carton." "Excellent!" "I'm..." "I'm good, I'm good." "Yeah, slow your roll, Sara Lee." "Son, get ready for my fudgy fudge fudge cake." "Open your mouth and say, "Yum!"" "Awesome!" "Awesome is better than excellent." "Well, actually... it's a tie." "So, I'm going to need another round." "What?" "Unless... one of you wants to give up." "I believe he's talking to you, Tonya." "Oh, yeah?" "Well, bring it on..." "Fudgy." "Oh, Eddie, Eddie since Depaulo made you MC you think you can get us a good slot?" "Right." "The, uh, singing dead trees." "There's a showstopper." "Thank you." "Oh, you know what?" "I left the rotten moss in my locker." "I'm going to go get that." "Girl, you better go get..." "get that rotten moss." "I don't want to be a dead tree." "Yeah." "Who does?" "Eddie?" "This is the First Place trophy for the festival." "I call it "The Depaulo Cup."" "It's an old bowling trophy." "I know." "File off my ex-husband's name." "Way to go." "You and Chelsea make a great team." "Rae, Rae." "Great news." "The moss is really rotten." "They're going to smell us in the back row." "Yeah, girl." "Hey, put it down, put it down." "I just had a vision that we're going to win." "Oh, my gosh, are you serious?" "I totally knew the dead tree thing was the way to go." "Yeah, but, see, when I had the vision I didn't see us in our trees." "I" " I was wearing a really beautiful outfit." "Yeah." "Um, well, what was I wearing?" "Yeah, I didn't see you." "Hmm." "How convenient." "Hey, girl, listen." "If we didn't have a chance of winning" "I'd still go with these trees but since we have a chance girl, I just think a good idea's better than a dumb one." "That didn't come out right." "You always think your ideas are better than mine." "Can we please not fight now?" "Please, let's just do it my way and win." "What?" "What is your way, Rae?" "Sing about something really stupid like shopping?" "This country was built on shopping." "And I think that we should honor it." "Well, you know what?" "You can honor it yourself 'cause this tree stands alone." "Fine, because your tree is going to become my shopping bag anyway." "Rae, this is not about trees, okay?" "It's about our friendship." "And you know what?" "You just acid rained all over it!" "Come on." "You guys have been friends forever and I'm not about to let you ruin it over some silly argument." "It's not silly, Eddie, okay?" "She said that, for once, we could go with my idea." "That was before I had a vision that we could win." "Okay, wait, so, you're saying that we can't win with my idea." "Yeah, if we change it to mine." "Enough." "Now, Chelsea's mom gave me this video and I think it's going to help you guys remember why you're friends." "I got a tree." "It's still a baby." "Hey, Chelsea, it's your birthday" "Get busy, get busy." "This is Raven my bestest friend in the whole wide world." "And this is my bestest friend." "Hug!" "Hug!" "Aah... doesn't that just make you want to go..." "Oh..." "Oh..." "Yo, who's that cute little fellow?" "I've got new sneakers." "They're the bomb." "Let's see you run, Eddie." "Okay." "Keep going." "Keep going." "Oh, look, it's my birthday cake." "MAN:" "Make a wish and blow out the candles, Chelsea." "What?" "Okay, time for cake." "Oh, man, I probably should've watched the whole tape." "Now I remember." "You blew out my candles." "Well, who takes 20 minutes to make a wish?" "I was wishing on each candle." "Girl, it's one cake, you get one wish, that's it." "Oh, my gosh, so, it's your rules again, Rae." "Well, you know what?" "Thanks to you, none of my wishes even came true." "Yeah, you know what?" "You owe me a pony-- and a bike." "Oh, and, that's right" "I blame you for global warming." "Okay, so, I'm glad we worked this one out." "Now, you two will be going on last, closing the show." "I think it's a great spot." "I am not performing with the wish killer." "Chelsea, you don't have to perform with me." "You don't even have to be friends with me." "Fine." "Fine." "Not that fine." "There's only one slot open and if you're not doing it together then one of you is not doing it." "Which one?" "Which one?" "Corey's going to love my chocolatey chunky chunk cookies." "Well, not as much as he's going to love my creamy dreamy peanut butteremy cake." "Backpack." "What is this?" ""The Fourth Grade Cooks."" "They already have a cookbook out." "And that's Corey's recipe for the Deliciator." "Then what are we doing?" "Send in the treats!" "Getting scammed by a ten-year-old." "You know we only live to serve you." "Well, if your desserts aren't good enough today there's always tomorrow." "Mmm, yeah, that's 'cause that cookbook's not coming out for a while, right?" "Oh, yeah." "Could be weeks." "Maybe months." "Really?" "Then maybe I should do a little more work on this." "I want it to be perfect." "Oh, it's perfect." "Give me a cookie." "I don't know." "Maybe I used too many chocolate chunks on it." "Victor, what do you think?" "Mmm." "Mmm, mmm, oh, it's, I don't know." "Is it supposed to be this sweet and chewy?" "I like sweet and chewy." "Now, see, Tonya, I'm worried." "I don't know if my cake is moist and luscious enough for Corey." "Let Corey be the judge." "That is sweet." "Mmm." "Mmm." "And creamy." "But is it up to Corey's standards?" "I have no standards." "Mmm." "It's like a flavor party on my tongue." "Could I have a piece?" "Oh, no, we seem to have eaten all the desserts." "Because they were that good." "Well, wh-what am I supposed to eat?" "I don't know." "Maybe we should look in the Fourth Grade Cookbook!" "Okay." "I think the real issue here is what were you doing in my backpack?" "!" "Want to try that again?" "Uh..." "I love you?" "No." "You lied to us." "You manipulated us." "You turned us against each other." "Okay." "I'm sorry." "No dessert for me tonight." "Try a week." "That's fair." "And I'll clean up the kitchen, too." "Good." "Now go to it." "Try to play us, will he?" "Victor?" "Hmm?" "There's a tray of cookies and a half a cake in there." "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen." "I'm Edward Thomas, your humble host for this evening's cultural festivities." "Yo, yo, yo, it's MC Ed to the dizzle." "And if you dig culture, let me hear you holler." "Dig that." "Dig that." "All right." "All right." "Right on, right on." "Settle, settle, settle, settle." "First act up, they dance, they prance and one of them is named Lance." "Put your hands together for your Bayside Swan Lakers!" "Eddie, I got your message." "Thank you so much for putting me in the show." "No problemo." "Hey, you're going to love my shopping..." "# Opera. #" "Yo, yo, yo, yo, Swany, Swany, Swany." "The lake's that way." "Get on, get on." "Oh, my gosh, Eddie." "Thank you so much for giving me this spot." "It was nothing." "Really." "Well, I guess I better slip into something a little more woodsy." "Mr. Thomas, did I just hear you promise the last spot to both those girls?" "Okay, I know it sounds crazy, but here's my plan." "Oh, I have no plan." "Ms. Depaulo, they're my best friends." "I couldn't chose." "Interesting dilemma." "Let me just take a moment to pretend I care." "Glad that's over." "Don't mess this up!" "Guys, this is torture." "Can I get a snack?" "Okay." "But no sweets." "Beautiful, beautiful." "I mean, that was just beautiful." "Give it up for Holly Hunkins, y'all." "And now, for our final act of this evening ladies and gentlemen." "If you like music, drama and possibly wrestling then you'll love the opera stylings of Raven Baxter." "And... or Chelsea Daniels." "What?" "!" "What?" "!" "Y'all have fun." "Get off the stage." "What are you going to do?" "Blow out my candles?" "Let it go." "# I'm a sad little tree in pain #" "# Because I'm dying from acid rain #" "# Come on, girlfriends, let's heed the call #" "# The shops are waiting at the mall #" "# The mall #" "# The tree #" "# Come on #" "# Oh, please, you just want someone to boss around #" "# A little mouse who never makes a sound #" "# You never minded when I took the lead #" "# You said that I gave you the push you need #" "# What's going on?" "#" "# This is my slot #" "# Talk to the tree #" "# Please stop fighting or Depaulo blames me #" "# What's going on?" "#" "# You promised me I could be the boss #" "# But who looks good covered in rotting moss?" "#" "# Is that part of the song?" "#" "# Why don't you understand how I feel?" "#" "# You're running long!" "#" "# Look, they like us #" "# I guess we're good #" "# It worked much better than we thought it would #" "# I'm glad everything worked out all right #" "# Good... night. #" "And now, our emcee for the evening and my favorite student, Eddie Thomas will announce the judge's decision." "Way to go." "You and Chelsea make a great team!" "We're going to win." "Just like I saw it." "And now, the winner of the Depaulo Cup and the $100 gift certificate is..." "Holly Hunkins!" "Rae, what happened to your vision?" "I saw it right, but I read it wrong." "Sorry." "It's okay." "You know, we won a lot more than just a gift certificate and a trophy." "We sure did." "Hey, Holly, will you knock it off?" "You won already." "Run, Chelsea!" "What are you doing?" "Run!" "You guys, what is the big surprise?" "Just something that I owe you from a long time ago." "Happy fifth birthday." "Happy fifth birthday." "Oh, my gosh, you guys are the best." "We know." "Now go ahead and blow out your candles." "Wait, wait, first I have to make a wish." "You know what?" "I can think of something better." "Gosh, that was too selfish." "And the whole rain forest, of course." "You know, and the cheetahs." "I love the cheetahs." "And the monkeys." "Did I say the monkeys?" "Synced by MatMaggi"