All Stars Page #4

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- You are not the boss of me.

- Now, Tim!

Right. Maybe I'll just catch her.

- Don't think you'll ever be a crew.

- You know what?

On our own, you're probably right,

but that's why we need you in the crew.

I said I'm not dancing.

Just give me one more chance

to convince you.

Please.

- So where are we going again?

- Some kind of a dancing show?

- Do we start looking cool now?

- Shh.

All right, mate?

Sorry. Such a low voice.

Sorry.

How old are you guys?

Do your mums know you're here?

- Yeah.

- You're not getting in.

But I'm a mate of the DJ.

Which one?

- Bob.

- Bob?

Bob the DJ?

Yeah, we're big fans of Bob the DJ here.

Whatever. That's a tenner each.

Hurry, you might get

the last bit of the show.

- Show?

- Cybernetic.

- They're relatively good at dancing.

- Do you have change for two 50s?

Are you ready?

Lose it

I'm just shakin' my derriere

Are you ready?

Lose it!

I'm just shakin' my derriere

Are you ready?

Lose it!

I'm just shakin' my derriere

Are you ready?

Lose it!

I'm just shakin' my...

Whoa

I'm just shakin' my derriere

Lose it!

Is that the opposing team?

Are you ready?

Lose it!

I'm just shakin' my derriere

Are you ready?

So how long until the show again?

Just under two weeks.

How are we supposed to

get that good by then?

Took me four weeks

just to learn how to tie my shoelaces.

Actually, I gave up trying

after four weeks.

I'm rocking the bad-boy Velcro now.

Those are fantastic Velcro shoes.

So, enjoy the show?

Clouds of Lynx...

on that dancing man.

So this must be that amazing crew

you won't shut up about.

- Wait till you see what we can do.

- Where will I be able to do that, little sidekick?

Two weeks from now.

Garage talent show.

A venue as truly lame as you.

- What you saying about the Garage?

- It's full of gimps. Like you.

You're a genius, man.

- If you wanna bottle it...

- I didn't say that.

You don't have to

go through with this, Kurt.

Be a pleasure destroying you

in front of your home crowd.

- I bet you can't even dance.

- Yeah, well, I can.

But you're not even in the crew.

Allergic to Lynx.

We're out of here.

See you later, Ethan.

She's definitely unintelligent.

Yeah.

- We have to beat 'em.

- I know.

- I'm in.

- Yeah!

I knew it!

Did I miss anything?

KensCrew

Whoa.

How was that?

No. Still doesn't feel like a fight.

Go through it again.

You guys, come on.

- Yo, Jaden, what's good?

- Liking your new style.

Crumpoeira. It's like crumpin'

and capoeira but just together.

You're still funny.

I need advice.

I'm helping someone out.

Trying to train a crew.

- You're training another crew?

- Yeah.

So you're not allowed to dance with us

but you're able to train another crew?

None of them can dance.

Like... l want to help them but...

Well, you can see my problem.

Well, what can they do?

Argue with each other.

Be distracted. And eat too much.

Anything else?

Um, I dunno.

Some kind of martial arts.

Weird ballroom moves in terrible clothes.

Chubby jiggling around.

Then they can dance.

- No, they can't. I've tried.

- Tried what?

To teach them, to change them.

It ain't the same thing.

In fact, they're kind of opposite things.

I don't get it.

Think about it.

So why are we dressed like this?

You know what'll make this crew win?

We will.

By doing the things we already do.

Amy, kick me.

What?

Huh. Come on.

Kick me with one of those spinny...

See how graceful that was.

That was dance.

Brian, play us some music.

Something Amy-ish.

Now dance to it using what you do.

That's it. Keep going.

Come on. Keep going.

Now everyone do it.

This is super duper.

I wish you were in our crew, Jaden.

Maybe I am. Keep it quiet.

Whoa! I can't believe

you're in our dance crew, Jaden!

I'm so happy you're dancing again!

Oh, oh. Keep it quiet.

Keep it quiet. Yeah.

Whoa!

- My dad spent ages collecting this.

- Yeah, man, what is all this junk?

How comes your CDs are so massive?

Cos they're records. Vinyl?

- Vi-nyl?

- Here. I'll show you.

Check My Style

Oi! You've got to do the music

for our final routine.

- On one condition.

- Yeah, what's that?

My style has to be in there.

Brian's styles got to represent.

- Yeah.

- Cool, man.

Brian's style. Brian's style.

Check my style.

Yeah. Or we could do this.

You've got a lot to learn, my friend.

Five, six, seven, eight.

Car!

Cor, that was close.

Bring all your empty pockets

Step outside

Here comes a falling star

Better hold your hands out wide

Every single sparkle

Contains a dream come true

All is change for me and you...

So much poise. So much grace.

They glide.

Dressing like this is fine for them.

They don't mind looking stupid,

but me...

You have to forget about what looks cool.

Like this.

- May I have this dance?

- Why certainly, my darling.

Oh, my days.

All is change for me and you

Jaden!

Refreshers.

Keep your blood sugar up.

Cool.

Knock 'em dead, son.

Thanks.

Pencils down now, please.

I said pencils down.

How did it go?

Really, really well. Finished early.

Well done, matey.

I knew you wouldn't let us down.

And spin.

One, two, three...

- Yeah, not bad.

- Yeah, you're not that bad.

- What you listening to?

- My Van Halen.

- Is that a rapper?

- No, man. She's a DJ.

Plays guitar music.

And my dad's well into her.

OK. Let's keep dancing.

Why are you in my dance space?

Because your dance space

is going to be demolished this weekend.

Hello, Mr Workman. Can I help you?

I'm just taking some readings so the

demolition goes smoothly this Saturday.

We haven't had the appeal yet.

We might stop this whole thing.

Yes, that's right.

Because the appeal process is very fair.

Yes, there's a very good chance

that we will not definitely

be destroying this building

on Saturday.

When exactly was this decided?

These guys are having

a talent show on Saturday

with hundreds of people coming.

Yeah, well, maybe one of the acts can be

a bulldozer driving through the walls?

- I'll show you the way out.

- Whatever.

We're finished, anyway.

OK, guys, let's clear out!

All right, boys. Tools down.

- Whoa.

- Yeah, yeah.

- Wait! She's gonna win the appeal?

- Yeah, she's good at that stuff.

I'm more worried that she thinks

hundreds of people are coming.

- No-one even knows about it.

- We need to make those posters.

- Better versions of those posters.

- Yeah, about that...

- What?

- I know. The graffiti guys did it.

But we can't afford to get them printed.

We need big, we need colour,

we need money.

What you need is me.

- Good morning, Ethan.

- Hello, sir.

Sorry about this.

You know where you're going, don't you?

- We're bunking off school! I feel so...

- Rebellious.

- No, sick. I'm gonna puke.

- Man up, Timothy.

So here we are again, Ethan.

Indeed.

Wait here.

Psst. There you are.

Come on.

We don't have much time.

Wow. Your school stinks of sweat

mixed with gravy.

Your gym makes me sad

and your canteen don't even have sushi.

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