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Dr. Martin Luther King Jr... Visionary leader, commanding orator,

and disciple of nonviolence.

No matter what they threw at him,

he always managed to keep his temper in line

and, arguably equally important, his mustache.

I mean, this thing is always on point.

So every year, to properly celebrate

Martin Luther King Day, the Johnsons partake

in a longstanding tradition

we in the community call "Black Ski Weekend."

All right, Johnson clan.

Everybody fitting into their ski gear from last year

so we can tear it up on Saturday?

- Yep. - Nope.

- What?! - I'm good.

You can't ski in that.

Oh, exactly. I don't plan on skiing much.

I plan on looking incredible while I relax in the lodge.

We are Johnsons... we ski!

And ski and ski.

And ski.

Until all our tears are frozen.

Zach's gonna teach me to snowboard.

- Thanks again, Mr. J, for inviting me on your trip. - Mm-hmm.

My family usually teaches literacy

at the local prison for MLK day.

How come we never do anything like that for Martin Luther King Day?

Uh, because we're black all year long.

They're white. They have to do extra credit.

- Solid comeback. - Yeah. Thank you.

Plus our family ski trip

is about breaking down the color barrier on the slopes.

Oh, interesting MLK fact...

The sound system for the march on Washington

was sabotaged moments before the event.

Yeah, and Robert Kennedy sent the army in to fix it.

Come on. I can do this in my sleep, rookie. So can my kids. Hit him with it, Zo-Zo.

Tell him about the march on Washington.

Don't you mean the march on Washington for jobs and freedom

organized by the big six?

Boom!

And, Junior, tell him what happened

at the march on Washington.

Total game changer.

People marched.

Uh...

On Washington.

Uh-huh.

Where Dr. King gave his "I have a dream" speech, huh?

Tell him about that, son.

I know the gist, but I always kind of zone out

when people start to tell me about their dreams.

A half a million people traveled the country

to hear that speech,

and my son can't tell me anything about it?

Actually, Mr. J, I think the number was a little bit closer to 250,000.

Zach! Go home!

- Okay. - Bye.

Uh, you know what, Zach? I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Come back.

Give me my grape soda. Now go home!

Really?

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Dre, what are you doing?

Babe, I cannot sleep at a time like this, all right?

We raised a bad black person.

Okay.

That white boy knowing more about Martin Luther King

than Junior is an embarrassment.

Look, there's certain trailblazing cultural icons

that every black person should know.

Agreed.

- Obama, Tupac... - Uh-huh. Yep.

- Dave Chappelle. - Mm.

Hell, I'd say Dr. King's near the top of that list, wouldn't you?

- Maybe even above Dave Chappelle. - We should have taken them

to the Martin Luther King Day parade. Uh...

Nah.

Nah, the food's not that good.

Oh, parking's a nightmare.

They never fully close the street. You could get hit.

Monday is not a great day for a parade.

Oh, my God!

This is on us! We're the bad black people!

Mnh-mnh! That's it. That's it.

Time for a weekend-long family refresher course on all things king.

So... we're not going skiing?

- We're gonna stay home and relax? - What?

Oh. Are we going to the parade?

Oh, God, no.

So, we are gonna have a lot to do on Monday,

but I understand, Dre, Charlie,

that it's a holiday for you two,

so feel free to take the day off.

Enjoy that.

Oh, I will.

Hey, hey, hey. Hold on, Charlie.

Uh, what do you mean "feel free to take the day off"?

MLK is a national holiday, not a black holiday.

Obama's inauguration... black holiday.

O.J. Getting off... black holiday.

Roscoe's chicken and waffles grand opening.

Charlie, please, don't help me.

All right.

So, you mean to tell me that one day a year...

It's a white party up in here?

Well...

* Yeah *

* one, two princes kneel before you *

* that's what I said, now *

Look, Dre, I hear you loud and clear,

so we'll see you guys on Monday.

What?!

So now you trying to get me to come in on king day?

Man, you out your mind. Charlie, let's roll.

- Trippin'. Work on king day. - Yeah.

We out.

- You almost had us working on Monday. - Mm.

That was too close.

You know what's too close, Charlie?

Our pee streams.

Oh, that don't bother me none.

Uh, I see.

Uh, uh, w-what you doing this weekend?

Oh, you know, just doing a little Martin Luther skiing.

You see what I did right there?

Uh, not really. But it sounds fun.

Me... I'll be at home alone.

You know, Eustace is gonna be at his mom's house,

and my selfish neighbor finally put a passcode

on the Wi-Fi, so no Internet.

Mm.

Guess I'll look through these magazines I found.

Got a Redbook with Rachael Ray on the cover.

Yeah, but... but skiing sounds nice.

- Mm. Yeah. - That's nice. That's nice.

I never seen snow.

- You've never seen snow? - What is it like?

Fine. Man, y-y-you want to come with us, Charlie?

I'd love to. Uh...

Uh, wait a minute.

The girl twin isn't coming, is she?

Uh...

She's kind of weird.

She's weird?

All right! Good news, guys...

I've transformed our ride into a multiplatform

audio-visual civil-rights teaching machine.

What?

Who's ready to watch an uncut version of "Eyes on the Prize"?

Ohh. Great.

A 14-hour black-and-white documentary

full of dog attacks, assassinations, and hosings.

Hey, I had to sit through that Justin Bieber biopic.

I'm allowed to have interests.

It's okay, guys.

We're still gonna have fun

because some of us need some downtime so we don't unravel.

You know what I mean, Dre?

- Uh-huh. - Tell me you understand what I mean.

Uh... I need you to tell me you understand what I mean.

Look in my eyes, and tell me you understand.

- I-I understand. - Thank you.

- You're welcome. - Thank you.

Sorry I'm late.

- Oh. - I had to stop on the way.

Slurpees and nachos do not mix.

Unh-unh.

Get a bubble gut.

- You know what I'm talking about. - Okay.

What's up, Junior? How you doing?

- Zoey. Hey. - Hey.

- Little white boy I don't know. - Oh.

Jack.

Diane.

Charles.

Okay, that is a cool car.

Can we ride with Charlie?

No, no. That does not sound like a good idea.

Mom. What?

- Could I see you for a moment? - Sure.

If you get Junior in that car,

you could probably get reverend Dr. Martin Luther dad

in the car with him.

Ohh! Yes! Hey!

- Hmm? - Why don't the boys go with you?

Yeah! Oh, no, no, not you.

You're way too precious to me.

Good, because Junior is the bad black person who needs educating.

But after we get home, he'll be a bona fide black panther.

Actually, Dr. King had problems with the black panthers.

Do you know who the black panthers had a problem with?

Oh, d... you know what? That sounds great!

You teach your car, I'll teach my car.

Okay, that's a bet.

We'll see who's smarter after we get up there.

Okay. Well, we know who's smarter...

The car that doesn't have the 14-hour documentary. Mm-hmm.

- What? - Huh?

Shotgun! Seatbelts, please!

All right, so, once again,