Bring It on Again Page #5

Let's go, Stingers!|Let's go!

Those are my girls!|Go, Stingers!

Whoa.! Whoa.!

Monica!

I got it!|You got...

You got what? We're|gonna start our own squad.

Oh, shut up.|No, no. I'm serious.

Our own squad.|New and improved.

Shut up! No. For real!|Come on! Let's go!

Are you sure you put the|audition time on the flyer?

Yes. Okay, because it was|an hour and a half ago.

I put the time on there.

Okay. Well, what color|paper did you use?

I already told you.|Lemon yellow.

You should have used|wild berry pink.

Wild berry pink always|gets people to show up.

Why are you all|up in my grille?

Do you see me asking what color|markers you used for the big signs?

Black and gold.|With glitter?

No. Whit, what is a|sign without glitter?

That is why nobody showed up!

Shh. Shh.

Do you hear that?

Someone's coming.

You ladies ready|for my dope?

I don't know what that was. Our|new-and-improved squad lasted exactly 97 minutes.

Don't give up yet. I mean,|maybe we'll find some talent.

Where? All the cheerleaders on|campus are already cheerleaders.

Then I don't know. It's not like we're|gonna run into a group of people...

just spontaneously|shouting out... cheers.

Yes.!|What do we want?

Justice.!

When do we want it?|Now!

And how will we get it?

By standing outside|the dean's office...

Sorry, what? I have no|idea what you just said.

Who in the hell|are these people?

It's the extracurricular|groups...

the ones that lost their practice space|when the dean took away their funding.

Justice.!|Man, they got jacked.

And how will we get it?

By standing outside|the dean's office...

You guys suck.

First of all, I want to thank you guys|all for coming here today to this...

What's the word|I'm looking for? Hi.

Sh*t-hole?|Thanks.

It's the only place that we|could find to meet. So, anyway...

- Today we're starting a new|cheerleading club on campus.

Why cheerleading, you say?|Because cheerleading is fun.

And it fosters|school spirit.

And it also keeps you...|physically fit.

So, what do you guys say?|Are you ready to cheer? Yeah!

Yes?

Most of my pieces|involve anguish...

as a theme.

Do you have any cheers|about anguish?

Yeah.|Yeah.

Well, we have one that|goes like this. Ready? Okay!

That's all right!|That's okay!

So that one kind of addresses|the issue of anguish... kind of.

But other than that,|not really.

What about soliloquies?

- Well, we don't really have-|- And what about accents?

Because I am the master...

of accents.

No. See, what we do|is cheerleading.

- Then I'm out.|- Me too.

No, no, no.|Hold on because...

Hold on for one second.|Wait, you guys.

Something Whittier forgot|- Hey. Wait.

Something Whittier|forgot to tell you all is...

if we're good,|we can go to nationals.

Now, if we go to nationals,|we could win.

If we win,|we get a check for $20,000.

Now, Penelope,|you could use that money...

to rent rehearsal space.

And, Francis, you could mount up a production|of Godspell where everyone has a French accent.

Interesting.

Plus, we're gonna be|a real squad too.

On our squad,you're gonna be able to do whatever you want|- do your own thing.

And if we're good, we can stamp out the|varsity cheerleading squad once and for all.

- Where do we sign up?|- Right over there.

Oh, yeah.

I've been saving you since cheerleader|camp. You did not have to save me.

I think the score is now Whittier,|zero. Monica, three. Thanks.

Come on, silly.

This is so "ridic." Do they actually|think they're a real cheer squad now?

They're real cheerleaders in the same|way that Joan Rivers has a real face.

We have to crush them.

We have to take their heads|and grind them into the mud...

and then stomp on their backs and then|drive over them with a Jeep Cherokee S.U.V.

Marni, geez. Take a pill|of the chill variety, okay?

We don't need|to do anything.

We cannot have a competing|spirit squad on campus, Tina.

Trust me, they won't be a threat to us.

They're nothing but a support|group for rejects and losers.

Besides...

How 'bout|that practice space?

And right, left, clap.

Right, clap. Left,|clap. Come on, you guys.

Step left. Step right. A|little bit tighter, Penelope.

Little bit tighter.|Stand back, woman.

I need at least a three to|five-foot radius- Oh, my...

- Roll. Roll.

Follow me.

Good. Now try three claps|into a high "V."

- Okay, guys. And five,|six, seven, eight.

Grab one, two- Down- Three,|four- Up- Five, six. Good.

Okay, stand up now. Good.|Stand up. Yeah.

Can you guys just turn|around? Yeah. Face us.

Hold your stomach.|Squeeze your butt.

- Don't look down. No, no, no.|- Good. Good. Great.

Catch me!

Okay. This is|a basic pyramid.

Matthew, you'll take the|wing position here. Yeah.

- Got it.|- Penelope,you're gonna swing around here...

and start|your stunt there, okay?

I can't be an "O."

You can't be an "O"?

O's represent emptiness.

And by making me an "O, "|you're calling me empty.

That's insane. Okay?

Uh, O's don't|represent emptiness.

They represent hugs.|And X's are kisses.

Everyone knows that.

Up. Up. Lock your legs.

Good. Yes! Tighter.

Double base extension. Ready?|Five, six, seven, eight.

One, two and three, four.

Up.

Goodjob. Bring in the legs.|Okay. You got it. Don't look down.

Don't look down.|No, no, no, no.

Hey. You know,|I think I...

What's up, girl?|So what's going on?

What?|I said, "What's going-"

Sorry.

What?

What's going on?

Oh, not much.|How 'bout you?

Well, we have this new|cheerleading squad.

Yeah. So I heard.|And we're improving.

We're just|missing something.

We don't have any rhythm. You know, no|backbeat to help us bring it all together.

But if we had a great D.J....

Look, I got three jobs, this radio|gig, two advanced lit classes...

I know it would mean|a lot to Whittier.

Look, she feels really bad|about what happened.

- She's looking for a way|to reconnect with you.

Hold on. I gotta intro|this next tune.

That, my friends, was the|bitchin' sound ofThe Promise Ring.

This next track is dedicated to all the guys|out there whose hearts have been ripped out...

and devoured for breakfast by cute,|peppy, social-climbing blond girls.

Give me a "Hey." Give me a "Ho."|Give me a "I don't know you anymore."

I know it sucks.

What was your question?

Forget it.

Dear Lord, help us kick almighty ass|today in our debut as a spirit squad.

Help us to perform the double back|handspring into a back tuck as majestically...

as your only son|Jesus would.

This is a big sporting|event for us.

Guide us in leading this|team to victory. Bring it in.

- One, two, three!|Renegades!

Come on. Croquet.

Croquet.! Yes.!

Come on! Croquet!|Let's go!

Let's go, croquet.!|That's right.!

Yeah. Come on, cricket.!

Ready? Okay!|Okay!

That's all right.|It's croquet. We're gonna...

- Come on! Come on!|Yeah! Let's go! Yeah!

Croquet!|Number one!

Let's go, croquet.!|Let's go.!

That's right, croquet.!|Let's go.!

Whoo.! Yeah.!|Let's do it. All right.

Let's go, croquet.!

Let's go!

Hit that ball.! Hit that ball.!

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