Bring It On: In It to Win It Page #5

Look, I think the Jets

are already on the

spirits' hit list.

Because of you.

Okay, well,

if we leave now,

we'll all stay cursed.

Come on, Brooke.

Boo that, freak!

We're out of here.

Penn?

Look, I'm sorry for...

Well, it's kind of

a long list.

Later, Carson.

You can call me skids!

What?

You wanted me

to say yes to

Hilary Duff light?

Strap on a pair, Penn.

Can I borrow yours?

Don't even try

to out-b*tch me.

Yeah. Brooke's like

the Olym-b*tch champion.

No doubt.

I just never pegged

you for a quitter.

I'm not quitting, Penn.

I'm embracing my future.

Which is freaking bright!

Everyone says so.

They say a lot of

other stuff about

her, too, you know.

Shut up, Chelsea!

Okay, we're in.

Yes.

I'm captain, of course.

(SLAPS)

You two perform together?

In what? A cheer death match?

No. We would be...

Co-captains.

Pepper, even with

only half our squads,

we've still got the best

cheerleaders in camp.

Hey, P-Dog! It is only

a jump if your feet

come off the ground.

Okay, hon?

Whatever.

Pep, I'm trying to tell

you, these Prairie

Dogs are so bad,

they can't even roll over.

Don't give up

on them yet.

Come on, you all.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

Two, two, three, four...

(CHEERlNG)

Qe are the Flamingos!

Qe are the Flamingos!

Look. Please give

us a second chance.

Sorry, don't believe

in those, angel pants.

So you all just...

Qe are the Flamingos!

Qe are the Flamingos!

Qe are the Flamingos!

CARSON:
Damn.

No Flamingo could throw

down like that last year.

Get out of my camp,

Voorhees!

Hey, we're just

passing through,

ma'am.

Don't get your

scort in a twist.

Wouldn't it be fun to,

like, rip him a new one

in Championships?

All right, you guys.

We called you out

here to tell you

that Pepper got

us approved with

the council.

And now all we

need is a new name.

I was thinking

the East-West Spirit?

Ain't that an

Amtrak train?

Why can't we

have a cool name,

like TomKat or Bennifer?

How about the Jarks?

How about

the Sharts?

(ALL EXCLAlMlNG)

How about the Shets?

I mean, I don't see

you guys coming up

with something better.

All right.

We're the Shets.

Mmm-mmm. Mmm-mmm.

This ain't gonna work.

Remember what happened

to Tupac and Biggie?

We'll make it work.

We're combining

the best parts

of both routines,

so get up!

Get up. Up, guys.

Come on, you guys,

positions. Get up!

Penn and Chelsea,

get in the back.

(CHELSEA LAUGHlNG)

I so don't do

the back row.

Tell her, Brooke.

Why doesn't

Goth-a-sauraus

step to the back?

Because Goth...

Sarah can dance

her little ass off.

Now let's try this.

Come on.

(SNARLS)

Chels, please.

Five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven and eight.

Ready? Try it.

Five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three,

four, five, six.

Two more.

One, two, three,

four, five, six...

Last one.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven and eight.

I got this.

All right, everybody,

that was great.

We got the fever.

Yeah, bite me.

You're doing

great, honey.

Hey, Penn.

I...

I'll be back

before next practice.

You know, I was

hoping that we

could talk.

And by talk I mean,

you know, I thought

that maybe we could

have a do-over.

Do-over? Carson,

I think we're done.

Look, Penn, I'm sorry

I accused you of stealing

the spirit stick,

and, of course,

embarrassing you

and telling everyone

your darkest secret.

That was bad, but...

This could be

going better.

Look, Carson,

I'm gonna work my ass

off to help our team win.

But you and me,

I think we should

stick to our own coasts.

All right?

Seven, eight.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

Tight work.

(TRlBAL MUSlC PLAYlNG)

Hey!

Pepper's lost her mind.

I think she put out

an AMBER Alert, too.

Man, I'd love to

know who took it.

I smell P-Dog.

No.

I bet it was the Flamingos.

Look, either way,

let's just hope

the curse is done.

We need all

the help we can get.

You know what?

You're right.

Let's practice our

routine one more time.

What? You guys! Ow!

Get it, boy.

You better work it.

Bet I can cheer you up.

Don't be a wad, Penn.

Go find Carson.

Excuse me?

Yeah, I know.

Never thought l'd

say those words.

But, hey, if you're into

a bony ass and cankles,

then what the hell.

Knot up! Go get her, fool.

Yeah, but after

she ratted me out

I can't make myself

trust her, you know.

Why not?

Damn.

I must be insane.

Doesn't mean I have to be.

Do what you want, Penn.

But don't be a pendejo.

Brooke, thanks.

(SPEAKS lN SPANlSH)

Whatever.

By the way,

your loss.

I'm double-jointed.

Five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

One, and two,

and three, and four...

Hey!

Ever heard of this new

thing called counting?

Everybody stretch! Now!

Ever heard

of team work?

Shut up, Carson.

Yo, watch it, cuz.

Yo, stop fronting, cuz.

I heard you with Chicago.

You're not just an Oreo,

Aeysha.

You're double-stuffed.

You're wrong, Brooke!

My girl, she been

pulling drive-bys

since she was a shorty.

Yo, she was drinking

Carson?

So, don't be getting up

on her Kool-Aid, biatch,

'cause I have seen

what she's done

to fugly swamp donkeys

like you, fo shizzle.

Carson, it's over.

Are you sure?

I cannot watch you

"fo shizzle" ever again.

Good.

Look, you all. All this,

"Girl, please" and cursing,

it ain't me.

I mean, it isn't me.

I just did it to

get your respect.

See, the real Aeysha

got teased every day

in junior high

for being an Oreo.

You know,

black on the outside,

white on the inside.

And I've been hood

ratting it up ever since.

(EXCLAlMS)

You're whiter than me.

Maybe so, but,

that's who I am.

Just a black girl

who enunciates.

Do you have

something to say?

Hey, if you want

respect that badly,

just be a b*tch, like me.

Same respect,

half the effort.

Guess the b*tch

is out of the bag.

Truth out!

I'm a virgin.

Technically.

I just act that way

so guys will like me.

But it's really hard

being slutty all the time.

I don't know how

you do it, Brooke.

My parents aren't bribing me

to be a cheerleader.

I do it because

cheerleading is dark

and twisted.

Are you high?

No. Think about it.

We cheer for

the other team's failure

just as much as we cheer

for own team's victory.

That's so twisted.

Sarah?

Okay, I'm a little high.

Yo, this is

like confession.

I'm out of here.

No, wait.

I have something to confess.

BROOKE:

This should be good.

Miss USA has a secret.

Spill, Tara Connor.

I'm scared.

It's okay, Carson.

You can do it.

No, that's it.

I'm scared.

You know, I act like

the fearless captain

who's not afraid

to go for it,

but, in reality,

going for it is

my biggest fear.

I'm so confused.

But don't let it

stop you, I mean,

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