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[Lita reading]
[crowd cheering]
Take it away, Tater!
[cheering continues]
[♪ electric ukelele music playing]
[♪ electric guitar music playing]
[♪ normal guitar music playing]
I did it! Booyah buh B chord!
[grunts]
You're such a good teacher, Lita!
Pfft! It's all you, Tatey!
Mom! Ma! Look what Lita showed me!
[repetitive two-chord tune]
[laughs] That is a catchy tune, hijita! Me encanta!
You want me to sing too? Okay!
[off-key singing] ♪ Well if there ever was a place to be... ♪
♪ It'd be right here next to me ♪
♪ 'Cause we are best pals ♪
♪ Most definitely! ♪
♪ And nothing could be more lovely! ♪
[laughing]
Well, you two are totally cute.
Gracias, Lita! Sing a round with us?
Ma! Our music's not good enough for Lita!
No way, I want in on the fun.
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro...
- [growling vocal] ♪ If ever a place! ♪ - [knocking on door]
Oh!
It's for Lita, Scooter, and Lucita.
From your mami La Nefaria...
I mean, my sister Rita. [chuckles]
Tia Rita? Oh, your mom!
[chuckles] I didn't hatch from an egg, Tatey.
Yeah, but...
[♪ electric guitar playing]
[gasps] From Mama?
What treats did she send us this time?
Wow, quality fabric!
New chapter books... [gasps]
[sniffs]
That's the stuff!
I think that one's for you, Lita.
That's for you?
[chuckles sheepishly] Yeah, that's for me.
It's funny, she's a mechanic.
You'd think she wouldn't care what I look like.
But she wants me to be perfect!
Lita, come say hi to Mama!
Sorry, Mama. Lita's busy right now.
[Tia Rita] Busy? Ya la vi!
Playing con esa guitarra y
after I paid for so many French horn lessons.
- [groans] - [Tia Rita] Por favor.
Nice to see you, too... Mawhm!
It's Mama, not "mom."
[gasp] Lita! Is that a tattoo on your arm?
Ay, Bibi!
You're supposed to be watching my kids!
She was like that when I found her!
[Tia Rita and Bibi arguing]
Lita got a tattoo?
I can't believe you got a tattoo without me.
Este? It's not a tattoo.
These are just song lyrics I wrote down to remember!
They're for the last song on mi demo tape.
I'm finally gonna finish it.
Tia Rita will be so proud of you!
She'll be something, but probably not proud.
Death metal isn't her vibe.
Anyway... Latey, Tatey!
Huh. Lita and her mother seem to misunderstand each other.
Which means... I have a job to do.
Uh-oh. You're meddling again.
Don't worry, I'll pretend I didn't hear it.
Hmm.
All of my beloved Tios... and Tia Rita.
Hm. Right, so...
power suit, sensible shoes, business lady updo.
I can pull off this mom look!
Lita's mama, here I come.
Booyah-buh-boss mom!
Whoa!
[grunts]
Hey, Lita! Uh, I mean...
[mom voice] Hi, honeybun!
I'm your practice mom.
Wanna come bake some cookies?
[laughs]
Thanks for the laugh, Tatey.
O, en serio?
Muy cereal!
I wanna help you bond with your mom.
You always got my back, Lita.
Now it's my turn!
Well, I was gonna...
Uh... Okay.
All right, let's hang out...
- Mawhm! - [chuckles awkwardly]
[Tater] Let's start with the basics!
Starve a cold, feed a fever!
Can't beat cooking with your mom, eh, honeybun?
Need a boost, Tatey... Erm, I mean, Mawhm?
And how much butter did ya say?
Oh, let's see here!
Yeesh, 100 steps?
- We'll eyeball it! - [cat screams]
[Lita] Eyeball this!
Oh!
Eyeballin' it!
[Lita] Eyeballin' it.
Welp, looks right to my eyeballs!
[gasps] Oh, no! We forgot the chocolate chips!
My eyeballs failed me.
[chomps noisily]
Isn't doing this with your mom so much fun?
Ha! I'm only having fun
because this isn't what my mom is like.
She'd never eyeball something.
It all has to be by the book.
[sniffing]
Oh!
[muffled grunts]
[awkward chuckle]
And for our next activity, some mother-daughter artistic bonding.
Feel the color.
Let your soul run wild across the canvas! Hmm.
It's... missing something.
[babbling]
Well done, Baby Bud!
[in French accent] It's genius!
[in normal accent] How goes it, daughter of mine?
It's... perfect!
Perfect?
Thanks, Prima, but that really doesn't sound like my mom.
Nothing's ever good enough for her. See?
The perspective's out of whack.
The likeness? No bueno.
There's tangents here, and here...
[sighs] This exercise is just reminding me
that I'll never be perfect enough for Mom.
[giggling]
I think it's time for...
a family outing!
Piercings...
Can I like, help you, small ma'am?
That's small mom to you!
Hey, Tatey! Check this out!
[♪ rock music playing]
[sniffles]
That's my kid.
Whoo-hoo! This place is legit!
I knew Pop Gothic would be perfect for a mother-daughter outing!
Yeah, but...
[groans] I know.
This is not what your mom is like!
Exactamente. See that?
That's my mom's approved style.
Everything I'm into doesn't cut it with her.
[groans] Lita, what do you and your mom do together?
[Lita] This is what we do together.
Oh, wow. Didn't see this coming.
[chuckles] Yeah, well, Mom is obsessed with cars.
We only work on stuff she's interested in.
I wanted to save up for a tour van,
pero Mawhm insisted on this carcacha.
She just wants me to do the same thing she does...
Make ugly, broken things flawless.
Little does she know,
I think this car is perfect just the way it is.
Flat tire y todo.
[groans]
I don't know what I'm doing.
[mom voice] Oh, c'mon, honeybun!
You got this, hijita!
[sighs] For the last time, Tatey,
that's your mom.
That's not what my mom is like.
[screams] Lita!
Listen to me! I'm doing this for your own good!
Ay! Okay. Now that's too real.
Uh, sorry!
It's okay. But I...
I want to work on my last demo track.
Alone.
[♪ soothing music playing]
♪ I'm tired of speaking out ♪
♪ All those worthless words fall from my mouth ♪
♪ Falling with no sound ♪
♪ Oyeme, oyeme, oyeme ♪
♪ When I need you to hear me ♪
♪ Oyeme, oyeme, oyeme ♪
♪ But I'm standing right here, please ♪
♪ Oyeme ♪
[music stops]
[sighs]
Felt good to get that out.
Even if it wasn't death metal.
Lita, send your whole demo to your mom right now!
She'll totally get it!
[sighs]
C'mere, Tatey. Listen.
My mom's not supportive like your mom is.
She just wouldn't understand all the adventures I've had this summer.
Mis trabajos malos,
learning to love the French horn again.
Or meeting Alex.
I never even told her about any of those things
because she wouldn't get it.
It's hard sharing anything
when your mom judges everything you do.
Lita, what if you try?
Sharing my music isn't going to make my relationship with my mom perfect, Tater.
But it could make it better.
Someone has to make the first move, and...
you're really brave, Lita.
- [tools whirring] - [phone ringing]
Ah, what now?
Lita? Sent me something?
- Hmm. - [♪ song playing]
[Lita's voice] ♪ I'm tired of speaking out ♪
♪ Oyeme ♪
[voicemail] It's Lita! Why are you still using a phone?
Anyway, leave a message!
Julita, I got your music.
Not bad!
You know, I've been working on something special para ti...
But you know I can't help but worry.
[sighs]
You need to think about your future.
Scrap metal or whatever it is,
isn't a proper career.
The real problem is that you're...
you're...
just like me...
[automated voice] To send message, press one.
To erase and re-record, press two.
[guitars strumming]
[phone ringing]
It's from Tia Rita!
I guess she listened to my demo. [chuckles]
Preparate.
[Tia Rita on voicemail] Julita, I got your music.
Not bad!
[automated voice] End of message.
Wow, that's it?
Tatey, it's perfect!