Bring It On: In It to Win It Page #3

See, that was

almost a facial.

Yeah, in Transylvania.

Step off, Brooke.

Who are you?

Her fairy Goth-mother?

Brooke, get over yourself,

and stop sweating my team.

Why would anyone

listen to you?

You suck as a gymnast

and a captain, too.

Cheer-off. Sharks!

Yeah.

Five, six, seven, eight.

(CHEERlNG)

It don't matter what we do

Music, baby, is our cue

Hands and shoulders,

face so tight

All our moves

will rock this fight

Our moves are tight,

we lift with ease

The things we do

will make you wheeze

So watch us strike

our muscle pose

Qhile you all prance

and dosey-doe

That was cute,

your pose was dull

But all of you

have belly rolls

Once again we

groove with flare

The moves we do,

you wouldn't dare

So listen quick while

your face gets cracked

One, two, three, you're wack

Your rhymes are fun,

but we're still good

Qe still can stunt,

you're from the hood

Hood rats, good rats,

what are you called?

The moves you do

won't win at all

So listen quick, oops

You said that rhyme

One, two, three, our time

Motions, motions,

hear them roar

No one's knocking at your door

Qith no rhythm

and with no sass

All of you can kiss our ass

Dance, 10, looks, 3

The moves you do

make us all pee

Qe laugh, we cry,

we all say hi

'Cause when you dance,

it's bye, bye, bye

Bye, bye

Bye.

Bye. Have fun.

Bye.

Yo, that was shady,

Brooke.

Please, you totally

popped a chubber.

Hey, Brooke.

What?

(CHEERlNG)

You've got no clue,

you're in the dark

Qake up call,

it's the year of the...

(SCREAMS)

Come on, babycakes.

If we all just imagine

this world's a fabulous

place, it'll happen.

I see children

frolicking under a rainbow

eating hormone-free treats.

A unicorn.

I see mutant turtles

gnawing on festering

human flesh.

(EXCLAlMS)

They ate the unicorn.

You need Jesus.

Or Prozac.

Thanks for trying to

cheer me up, Ruben,

but I'm more mad at

myself than Brooke.

I let her get to me.

That's why we lost

the cheer-off.

Yeah, that bites.

You gonna finish

that steak?

(CELL PHONE RlNGlNG)

Spirit to you.

Hey, I heard

you had kind of

a rough day, huh?

But your luck's

about to change.

Okay. All right.

Oh, West Coast Sharks,

may the luck of Herkie

smile on you

as it has for me.

(CHEERlNG) Go Sharks

Go Sharks

Go Sharks

Go Sharks

Go Sharks

Go Sharks

Go Sharks

Go Sharks

Okay, guys, we got

to give props to

the spirits,

but isn't this

a little extreme?

You know how nasty

some cheerleaders can

be when they're alive.

Do you really want

to risk the dead ones

hating on you?

Then let's do this right.

Look, off.

Fire, water, earth,

air, spirit stick.

You know what this

really needs to pop?

The blood of a virgin.

Okay. Why are you

guys looking at me?

Come on, Carson,

just a little pin prick.

If she can take

a little prick, she

wouldn't be a virgin.

RUBEN:
You coming?

Hell to the yeah.

Where?

You wouldn't

be into it.

Cheer poker with

the Prairie Dogs.

What's the buy-in?

Sarah, this is

cheer poker.

Sounds like easy

pickings. Wait.

Who's gonna guard

the spirit stick?

You know what?

You guys go.

I'm captain,

I'll do stick duty.

Thanks.

Thanks, boo.

SARAH:

What room is the poker game?

RUBEN:

Dumpy Dogs have a suite.

Why can't I delete you?

(HlSSES)

Down here.

Penn, what are you doing?

Well, you don't

answer my calls

and texts,

so I had to do it

old school and show

up in person.

Don't make me serenade you.

Penn, you're a Jet.

We can't...

I know. I know. Look,

let's just do the rides.

No cheer talk.

I promise.

The Double-Dragon?

Now you're talking.

I'll meet you.

Cradle.

(SCREAMlNG)

That was sick!

You had fun,

didn't you?

Hey! I know how

to play, bro.

Mmm-hmm.

What? I take

cheering seriously.

You know,

my team's counting on me.

I'm not gonna

let them down.

Word on the street?

It's just summer camp.

Yeah, maybe for you.

We worked our butts

off just to get here.

So did we.

And we had to

raise a lot of money.

You know,

wet T-shirt car washes.

Trust me. I know.

Anyways, winning

a competition like this,

it could really up

my chance of getting

a scholarship to college.

I even had to get

a team scholarship

just to get here.

Yeah, so did l.

You know, it's nothing

to be ashamed of.

In my case, it is.

What do you mean?

Look, don't get all

serious on me, skids.

Come on.

(CHEERlNG)

You fumbled on the flop

Qe'll trick you on the turn

Now here comes the river

and the P-Dog burn!

You Dogs think you

can fool us Sharks

at poker faces.

You are so bluffing,

Prairie Dog. I call.

Trip cowboys.

I beat that.

How about my three

bullets shoot down

your cowboys?

P-Dogs rule!

Oh, yeah? How about

a Texas titty twister

on the house?

Hey, what are you doing?

Oh, no, what the...

Go, go. Oh, no,

we got them.

We got his shorts.

Look, shark.

(GUN FlRES)

A world tour is

no big deal to me.

I've been overseas

my whole life.

Well, if you win again,

you can get a cheer

scholarship, too.

To West Point?

Okay, wait, why would

you go there?

You're a musician

and a dancer.

(SlGHS)

Yeah, well, my father

is a son of immigrants,

and they came

from nothing.

And after he made

a career out of

the military,

he had everything.

So, all his sons

went to West Point.

There's five of us, and,

well, I'm the last one.

So, my parents, well,

my father expects it.

Well, can't you

talk to him?

I mean, won't

he let you cheer

somewhere else?

Wait. He doesn't know?

My dad would

spew a colon.

I kind of told

him I joined the

tae kwon do team.

Can I tell you a secret,

but just between us?

Sure.

(SlGHS)

What?

Even though my

family has money,

I took a team scholarship

because I didn't

want him to find

out about Cheer Camp.

Wow. Well, does

your team know?

Weak, huh?

So, where does your

dad think you are now?

Extreme Warrior

Martial Arts Camp.

He watched me

pack my nunchuks.

(EXCLAlMlNG)

(BOTH SHOUT)

Whoa, you sharks

do stick together.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Yeah, get it, get it.

Move it.

Come on, honey.

Oh, go get Carson.

Honey, that girl

can wear a thong.

Yeah, my girl needs

to learn to hang.

But we need to take

this show to my crib.

She's guarding

the stick there.

Come on, you all,

let's go. Let's go.

Yo, Carson dipped out.

And took the stick.

Where?

Maybe my girl

learned to hang.

Come on,

let's go find her.

You know, I should

really get going.

I just told you

my darkest secret.

Yeah, I know, but...

Look, when was the

last time you just

danced for fun?

Without being

thrown in the air

every few seconds?

A bar mitzvah

three years ago.

So, Jet boy thinks

he can handle

West Coast moves?

I think Shark girl's

asking the wrong question.

(BE GOOD TO ME PLAYlNG)

(EXCLAlMS)

No, Carson wouldn't

bring it here.

Too many haters.

Where else

can we look?

I think I have an idea.

Carson!

Oh, no.

What?

I'm about to have

a secret, too.

Carson!

What are you guys

doing here?

Us? You need to

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