Okay, remember you two. We are on the lookout
for a mom replacement who has that certain something
it takes to win the crown with me.
Any questions? Yes, Eunice? I'm not buying you
another mani pedi! Stop asking! Ooh, big hair, on point makeup. Liam's meema has potential. Come on, Virginia honey,
bath time. [squealing] But we still gotta scrub behind those cute little
pig ears! Uh, I think not. Ooh, such grace. [groaning] Eunice, look at that form. My hip! [groaning] I'm never gonna find a fake mom. What am I going to do? It's not like a replacement
is gonna just walk through those doors.
[groaning] Won't you join me
in my one woman show? I'll be dancing up a storm. Some fancy footwork. Why thank you, my dear child. Any chance you'd be interested
in the acting role of a lifetime? Ah, would Hamlet be interested
in revenge against Claudius? [laughing] The answer to both is
a resounding yes. Yes. What's the part? I need someone
to pretend to be my mom in a mother daughter pageant. I'd use my own, but she's,
uh, suddenly unavailable. [gasping]
A maternal role? That has the potential
for some raw emotion. I'll do it. Wonderful! The pageant's tomorrow,
so rehearsals start now. Eunice, Sprinkles,
make room for our new mommy. [clapping] Welcome to the Little Miss
Mothers and Daughters Pageant. [cheering] We are going
to slay this pageant. Look at all those other girls
and their moms. It's like
they're not even trying to win. [giggling] Hey, Lindsey, Claudette,
why's everybody so calm? Usually these pageant girls
are out for blood. [laughing] Oh, funny, sweet,
completely oblivious Lola, this is a mother daughter
pageant, sweetie. We all know
it's not about winning. Wi, it's just about spending
time with our mama. What fun we are having. I wouldn't trade it
for any crown or sash or scepter, or-- Yeah, I get it, Claudette. What have I done? Mom just wanted
to have fun with me, and I went and dumped her.
Am I the worst daughter ever? You didn't have to answer
so fast, Eunice. But you're right. And the worst part is,
I'm missing out on doing this with my mom. Sweet child, I overheard
your heart wrenching plight. I'll happily bow out
so your mother can join you. That's sweet. But I know Mom is going
to be really hurt when I tell her I fibbed. She won't want to do
the pageant with me. Thou shalt never know
unless thou triest. You're right.
Thank you, Mrs B. Mom. I fibbed!
The pageant wasn't canceled. I only said that
to make you drop out. I was worried you'd ruin
my chances of winning. That's very disappointing,
sweetie. I wish you'd been honest
with me. I know. I'm sorry.
And I was wrong to do it anyway. All I want is to have you back
as my pageant partner, so we can have fun together.
What do you say? I don't think I can do it, Lola, [gasping] Unless you hurry up
and find us something to wear. Thanks, mom. [music playing] [grunting] Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy, shimmy.
Back. Ooh. [laughing] Awe. Well, sweetie,
I hope you're not too upset about us not winning. No way. Having fun with you was better
than any crown. Oh, good
because I already ordered those matching
leopard print jumpsuits. [growling]
