Phoebe's World XX
Previously: Elliot watched his crown slip as Aisha grew up into an adorable child. For her birthday, the family adopted a new cat named Mallory, which roused an envious Shirley Temple from her grave. Speaking of ghosts, Melinda's specter tried to break up Phoebe and Aahana's marriage, but her attempt was quickly thwarted.
Look who's a hormone-fueled teenager now. It's Elliot, and I can already tell from that smug smirk that he's up to no good.
Oh, look, I was right. One of the first things he does upon growing up is track down one of his earliest crushes, Chelsie, to let her know that he's a totally age-appropriate match for her now.
I'm not sure Chelsie is really buying it. Mostly, she looks irritated that this barely pubescent twerp is following her around like a lost puppy when she's just trying to get her errands done so that she can get out of the rain.
On the other hand, maybe she is a little into it? I don't know. This girl is very hard to read. Talk about mixed signals.
Chelsie: Fine, I guess I'll take your number, and maybe I'll call you someday if I'm deathly bored, but don't get your hopes up or anything! I still think you're a creep!
On the opposite side of the square, he finds another attractive young lady (is that skirt the latest hip trend or something?) and commiserates with her over this beautiful piece of street art being defaced.
He tries to impress her by using his mad artistic talent to restore it to its original glory.
She's really cute, but unfortunately she's also his aunt, Allyson Dasilva (who we last saw as a toddler right before Elliot was born), so I think they'd better steer clear of anything risque.
All that chasing after barely interested girls in the rain has really left Elliot feeling under the weather. Who knew being a heartthrob could be so physically taxing.
This is Aisha's model of the solar system, and no offense to Elliot, I'm sure he worked very hard, but it pulverizes his earlier attempt. Like, there's truly no contest here, that thing is a work of art.
Aisha: Yeah, I'm kind of perfect, after all. I'm glad everybody is finally noticing.
Hmm, that didn't take much time at all. Chelsie must have fewer romantic prospects than she let on.
Despite the fact that Elliot skipped out on school to meet up with her, he also skipped out on showering in the morning and is still battling illness and just generally not doing well, and it's way too much for Chelsie to handle, so she bails. Better luck next time, I guess.
Okay, and next time has already arrived! If I didn't know any better, I'd say Chelsie has got it bad.
Good news: she doesn't leave within the first five minutes. Bad news: they almost get run over by a passing truck. Maybe go have your conversations at a table inside the restaurant rather than in the middle of the road, okay?
Elliot: Feel free to order the most expensive thing on the menu. I've totally got it covered.
You mean one of your parents' credit cards has got it covered, right?
Things abruptly took a turn for the awkward when Chelsie unceremoniously aged up into a young adult before the meal could even arrive. The universe seems intent on ripping them apart, so maybe they aren't meant to be together. Elliot is already looking into alternate options on his phone.
Elliot: Can I get a hug for the road, at least?
Chelsie: Sure. And, hey, call me up again when you're legal. You're not so bad after all.
Anyway, this is still supposed to be Phoebe's World, not Elliot's World, so I guess we should check in to see how she's doing. Basically, she's still killing it at work. No surprises there.
And Aisha is killing it at school! Like mother, like daughter.
They're perfect, and they know it!
Later, everyone decides to head over to the Spice Festival for some family bonding in the form of the Spicy Curry Challenge. Judging by the look on Aahana's face, this was her idea, reigning Curry Champion that she is, and her kids have absolutely no idea what they're in for.
Aisha can do no wrong! While Phoebe and Elliot fail miserably after a single bite, she takes after Aahana in more than just looks and makes it through to the end. What a kid!
Aisha: That wasn't so bad! I almost feel like I could have seconds!
Aahana: Pretty tasty stuff, right?
Elliot: What are you guys talking about?!? That was literally hell on earth! My tongue is burnt to a crisp.
He's not too miserable to hand out roses to girls he just met in front of strange men sporting unseasonable hats, I see.
This one (Harley) is playing even harder to get than Chelsie. Elliot isn't having it, but that festival vendor is getting their life at the drama of it all.
Meanwhile, Phoebe is getting desperate for a good time again, and she tries to initiate a dance party at the festival, but no one really seems interested in joining her.
It sure tuckered her out, though, because now she needs to take a power nap to reboot her energy.
Even though he's gray-haired now, Joaquin is still down for a club night and even has enough enthusiasm to remind Phoebe that she'll have plenty of time to rest when she's dead. Until then, it's party time forever!
Phoebe wastes no time clearing the dance floor so she can remind everyone that she's still the greatest.
Yes, bitch, work those glow sticks! Show the kids how it's done!
She can't ride the high forever, though. I swear, somehow you can just tell when these back flips are going to fail miserably, and, here, it's Jane prematurely averting her eyes that tips me off.
Oof. That one looks like it hurt.
Townie: Looks like it's past your bedtime, Grandma. You'd better clear off and let the real dancers take it from here.
Phoebe: Yeah, well, you look like you were born five minutes ago, so I doubt you've had the necessary time to cultivate your skills enough to get on my level.
Phoebe: GRANDMA?!? WHO ARE YOU CALLING GRANDMA, ASSHOLE?!? GET OUT HERE AND PUT YOUR MONEY WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS! I DARE YOU!
I think we'd best call it a night now before it ends in a knock-out, drag-down dance battle.
Here's a twist for you: Jane went and got herself pregnant. I wasn't really planning for her and Joaquin to have kids, but I guess they had other ideas.
Joaquin: How in the world did this even happen?!?
Jane: I don't know! They call it the miracle of life for a reason, honey!
Joaquin contemplates the news of his impending fatherhood with a leisurely stroll through the pouring rain, as one does.
We haven't seen much of Aahana this time around, but trust me when I say she's thriving, especially when the rain is watering her plants for her and making them grow big and strong.
Elliot finds his childhood friend, Mia, wandering listlessly down the sidewalk. Despite the impressively confident height of her new mohawk, she's feeling pretty down in the dumps.
Elliot: Everything's going to be fine, I swear. I can restore it! It'll be like the graffiti was never there, promise!
One street art restoration and invitation into his warm, dry house later, Elliot's got her eating out of the palm of his romance-obsessed hand.
Aisha is making strides with her peers, too, becoming fast friends with this girl, Allie.
Aisha: First things first, girl, I love ya, but you gotta get rid of those white girl dreads, like, yesterday.
Allie: Oh my God, you're right. I am a white girl, and I do have dreads. Thank you for showing me the light!
No big deal, Aisha's just out here educating the children on cultural appropriation like the precociously woke individual that she is.
Look who's a hormone-fueled teenager now. It's Elliot, and I can already tell from that smug smirk that he's up to no good.
Oh, look, I was right. One of the first things he does upon growing up is track down one of his earliest crushes, Chelsie, to let her know that he's a totally age-appropriate match for her now.
I'm not sure Chelsie is really buying it. Mostly, she looks irritated that this barely pubescent twerp is following her around like a lost puppy when she's just trying to get her errands done so that she can get out of the rain.
On the other hand, maybe she is a little into it? I don't know. This girl is very hard to read. Talk about mixed signals.
Chelsie: Fine, I guess I'll take your number, and maybe I'll call you someday if I'm deathly bored, but don't get your hopes up or anything! I still think you're a creep!
On the opposite side of the square, he finds another attractive young lady (is that skirt the latest hip trend or something?) and commiserates with her over this beautiful piece of street art being defaced.
He tries to impress her by using his mad artistic talent to restore it to its original glory.
She's really cute, but unfortunately she's also his aunt, Allyson Dasilva (who we last saw as a toddler right before Elliot was born), so I think they'd better steer clear of anything risque.
All that chasing after barely interested girls in the rain has really left Elliot feeling under the weather. Who knew being a heartthrob could be so physically taxing.
This is Aisha's model of the solar system, and no offense to Elliot, I'm sure he worked very hard, but it pulverizes his earlier attempt. Like, there's truly no contest here, that thing is a work of art.
Aisha: Yeah, I'm kind of perfect, after all. I'm glad everybody is finally noticing.
Hmm, that didn't take much time at all. Chelsie must have fewer romantic prospects than she let on.
Despite the fact that Elliot skipped out on school to meet up with her, he also skipped out on showering in the morning and is still battling illness and just generally not doing well, and it's way too much for Chelsie to handle, so she bails. Better luck next time, I guess.
Okay, and next time has already arrived! If I didn't know any better, I'd say Chelsie has got it bad.
Good news: she doesn't leave within the first five minutes. Bad news: they almost get run over by a passing truck. Maybe go have your conversations at a table inside the restaurant rather than in the middle of the road, okay?
Elliot: Feel free to order the most expensive thing on the menu. I've totally got it covered.
You mean one of your parents' credit cards has got it covered, right?
Things abruptly took a turn for the awkward when Chelsie unceremoniously aged up into a young adult before the meal could even arrive. The universe seems intent on ripping them apart, so maybe they aren't meant to be together. Elliot is already looking into alternate options on his phone.
Elliot: Can I get a hug for the road, at least?
Chelsie: Sure. And, hey, call me up again when you're legal. You're not so bad after all.
Anyway, this is still supposed to be Phoebe's World, not Elliot's World, so I guess we should check in to see how she's doing. Basically, she's still killing it at work. No surprises there.
And Aisha is killing it at school! Like mother, like daughter.
They're perfect, and they know it!
Later, everyone decides to head over to the Spice Festival for some family bonding in the form of the Spicy Curry Challenge. Judging by the look on Aahana's face, this was her idea, reigning Curry Champion that she is, and her kids have absolutely no idea what they're in for.
Aisha can do no wrong! While Phoebe and Elliot fail miserably after a single bite, she takes after Aahana in more than just looks and makes it through to the end. What a kid!
Aisha: That wasn't so bad! I almost feel like I could have seconds!
Aahana: Pretty tasty stuff, right?
Elliot: What are you guys talking about?!? That was literally hell on earth! My tongue is burnt to a crisp.
He's not too miserable to hand out roses to girls he just met in front of strange men sporting unseasonable hats, I see.
This one (Harley) is playing even harder to get than Chelsie. Elliot isn't having it, but that festival vendor is getting their life at the drama of it all.
Meanwhile, Phoebe is getting desperate for a good time again, and she tries to initiate a dance party at the festival, but no one really seems interested in joining her.
It sure tuckered her out, though, because now she needs to take a power nap to reboot her energy.
Even though he's gray-haired now, Joaquin is still down for a club night and even has enough enthusiasm to remind Phoebe that she'll have plenty of time to rest when she's dead. Until then, it's party time forever!
Phoebe wastes no time clearing the dance floor so she can remind everyone that she's still the greatest.
Yes, bitch, work those glow sticks! Show the kids how it's done!
She can't ride the high forever, though. I swear, somehow you can just tell when these back flips are going to fail miserably, and, here, it's Jane prematurely averting her eyes that tips me off.
Oof. That one looks like it hurt.
Townie: Looks like it's past your bedtime, Grandma. You'd better clear off and let the real dancers take it from here.
Phoebe: Yeah, well, you look like you were born five minutes ago, so I doubt you've had the necessary time to cultivate your skills enough to get on my level.
Phoebe: GRANDMA?!? WHO ARE YOU CALLING GRANDMA, ASSHOLE?!? GET OUT HERE AND PUT YOUR MONEY WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS! I DARE YOU!
I think we'd best call it a night now before it ends in a knock-out, drag-down dance battle.
Here's a twist for you: Jane went and got herself pregnant. I wasn't really planning for her and Joaquin to have kids, but I guess they had other ideas.
Joaquin: How in the world did this even happen?!?
Jane: I don't know! They call it the miracle of life for a reason, honey!
Joaquin contemplates the news of his impending fatherhood with a leisurely stroll through the pouring rain, as one does.
We haven't seen much of Aahana this time around, but trust me when I say she's thriving, especially when the rain is watering her plants for her and making them grow big and strong.
Elliot finds his childhood friend, Mia, wandering listlessly down the sidewalk. Despite the impressively confident height of her new mohawk, she's feeling pretty down in the dumps.
Elliot: Everything's going to be fine, I swear. I can restore it! It'll be like the graffiti was never there, promise!
One street art restoration and invitation into his warm, dry house later, Elliot's got her eating out of the palm of his romance-obsessed hand.
Aisha is making strides with her peers, too, becoming fast friends with this girl, Allie.
Aisha: First things first, girl, I love ya, but you gotta get rid of those white girl dreads, like, yesterday.
Allie: Oh my God, you're right. I am a white girl, and I do have dreads. Thank you for showing me the light!
No big deal, Aisha's just out here educating the children on cultural appropriation like the precociously woke individual that she is.