Frenemies Page #5

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Of Jean-Frank's Clothes.

Walker, That--

That's Amazing,

I Think!

Well, Why Don't You

Just Take Out Your Phone

And We'll Give Him A Call?

Okay.

On Your Minutes,

Of Course.

Okay.

( School Bell Rings )

Oh, Hey. Halley,

I Just Left A Note

In Your Locker.

But That's Okay,

'Cause It's So Well-Written,

I Memorized It.

"Dear Halley,

I Have A Ticket

"To The Jean-Frank Concert,

And You Don't.

Doesn't Your Life Stink?

Love, Avalon."

Wait, How Did You

Get That Ticket?

I, Uh...Called Him.

A Little Yellow-Sweatered

Birdie--Walker--

Gave Me His

Phone Number In Paris,

And Now Jean-Frank

Is Giving Me An Interview

Right After The Concert.

Um, Mrs. Cross,

I Need To Call My Mom.

She Just Had A Baby--

Three Of Them. Triplets.

There Might Be One More,

So I'm Gonna Call Her.

Okay.

( Feedback )

( Shouting In French )

( Cell Phone Ringing )

Oui?

( French Accent )

Hello!

Is This Jean-Frank?

( Speaking French )

Why Did I Take Spanish?

( Sighs ) This Is

Avalon Greene's--

How You Say--

Assistant.

She Would Like To Have Me

Give You A Pre-Interview

Before Her Interview.

( Speaking French )

Yeah. Fantastique!

Um, So, Her Ticket

Will Need To Be Put

Under My Name--

Halley Brandon.

Bon. Mademoiselle?

Si?

I Mean... Oui?

Speaking English

With A French Accent

Is Still

Speaking English.

Oops.

I Mean...

Oo-Oo-Oops.

Aha.

( Vacuum Whirring )

( Speaking French )

Ahem.

Oh, No, You Di-In't.

Oh, Yes, I Di-Id.

Whoa!

( Cymbal Crashes )

( Cell Phone Ringing )

Hey.

Shade Up, Girl. Now.

You Sabotaged My Interview

And Took My Ticket?

What? He Told You?

Wait, Does Walker

Have A Thing For You?

My Gosh,

That's Why He's

Always In Your Face.

Right? Wait, Stop--

I'm Still Mad.

You're Not Getting

That Interview.

That Cover Story Is Mine.

It's Mine!

I Can't Believe

We Were Ever B.F.F.'S!

Best Friends For-Never!

Good One. Write Much?

Talk Much!

For Crying Out Loud,

Just Pull The Shade Down!

( Sighs )

Excited To Go

To The Concert?

Yeah, I Guess.

Well, I Already

Programmed J-Lo,

So She's All Set

To Get Us There

On Time.

Stop With

The Eyeballs.

A Lot Of Guys

Name Their G.P.S.'S

After Hot Singers.

If I Gotta

Get Directions

From A Woman,

It's Gonna Be

From J-Lo.

( Speaking

Foreign Language )

...U-Turn...

Uh...What--

What The Heck Was That?

Why Can't I Understand

A Word She's Saying?

If I Didn't Know

Any Better,

I'd Say She's

Speaking In Urdu.

You Programmed Her

To Speak English!

I've Got To Get

To This Concert!

All The Settings

Are In Urdu, Too!

This Is Totally Wack!

How Did This Happen?

Avalon.

( Overlapping Chatter )

Excuse Me. Sorry.

Sorry, Pardon Me.

Excuse Me.

Ooh, Cute Shoes.

Excuse Me.

Hi, Um, I Have A Ticket

Waiting For Me.

My Name Is, Uh...

Halley Brandon.

And I'm Doing

A Pre-Concert Interview

With Jean-Frank.

Could You Tell Me Where

His Dressing Room Is?

Aah! You Poked Me

In The Eye.

Hey, Look--

The Jersey Shore.

Okay, Hey, Situation--

Focus.

Help Me Read

This Thing.

A Map? Who Uses

Maps Anymore?

I Don't Know.

People Whose

G.P.S.'S Are Lame.

She Didn't Mean That.

What Am I Looking At?

( Both Shouting At Once )

Jean-Frank?

Jean-Frank?

Jean-Frank!

( Shouting In French )

Hi. I'm Avalon Greene.

I'm Here To Do The

Interview With You.

Where's Halley Brandon--

The One Who Speaks

The French-English?

Uh, She--She Couldn't

Make It Here Today

Because She--

She Has The Flu.

The--The G.P.S. Flu.

It Makes You Lose

All Sense Of Direction.

It's Very Contagious.

You Don't Want To Be

Near Her. Heh Heh.

Okay, Right Here.

Great.

Wait! Who's Gonna

Help Me Fold This Thing?

Ask J-Lo! Okay!

What?

Man:
The Concert's

Sold Out.

You've Got To Be

Kidding Me.

Get Your Tickets

In Advance.

Come On, Guys,

Move Along.

This Way.

This'll Work.

So, Jean, Tell Me

About Your Music.

Do You Know Anything

About Music, Huh?

Uh, Not Really.

But I Know

About Clothes.

So, Are These

Your Favorite Jeans

That You've Totally

Worn To Death,

Or Did You Just...

Buy Them Pre-Ripped?

The Truth, Jean-Frank.

They're Pre-Ripped.

And, Uh, I Have Them

Dry Cleaned.

And You Call Yourself

A Rock Star.

Don't Answer

Another Word!

Whoa!

Ohh!

Oh! My First Crazy

American Fan!

I've Made It!

Halley, What Are You

Doing Here?

Says Who? Smile.

No, Don't Smile For Her!

She's Contagious!

What?!

I Got Here First.

Well, I Have Better

Questions To Ask Him.

So, Jean-Frank--

Ahem--

Do You Ha--

Your Style--Uh--

Your--Your--

You Know--

The G.P.S. Flu--

It Makes Her Talk Like That?

No, That's Totally Normal.

Give Me That.

Give Me Back

My Questions.

Why? I'm Asking Them.

So, Jean-Frank,

Your Style Of Music

Has Been Compared To

Traditional African

Tribal Poly--

What Does This Even Say?

Polyrhythms.

It's A Drumbeat

Found Mostly In

West African Mu--

Wait, Why Am I

Telling You,

Question-Stealer?

Ticket-Stealer!

Give Me Back

My Questions.

Why? I'm The Only One

Who Can Talk.

Uh, In Urdu!

And You'd Better

Reprogram J-Lo,

Or Else--

What, She's Gonna

Vote Me Off Of Idol?

( American Accent )

Hey! Hey! Stop It!

You Two Are Giving Me

A Headache?

Uh, Wait--

What Happened To

Your French Accent?

Oops. I Mean...

Oo-Oops!

Yeah, That Didn't

Even Work For Me.

Wait, You're Not

Even French?

You've Been Lying

To Your Fans

This Entire Time?

Why Would You Do

That, Jean-Frank?

It's Really

Johnny Frankewski.

I Couldn't Get Anyone

To Listen To My Music Here,

So I Tried Paris.

That's When I Decided...

( French Accent )

...To Do The French Thing,

You Know.

Just To Look Cool

Back Home.

Nuh-Uh. Kids Don't

Want Some Poser.

Fake Is Out--

Unless It's Fur.

Look, Your Music

Is Already Cool,

And Staying True

To Yourself

Is What'll Inspire

Your Fans...

Johnny.

Heh.

Well, You Know...

I Always Wanted

To Go Acoustic, And--

You Girls Are Right.

You Know What?

This Scam Is Over.

And Johnny Frankewski

Is Back!

Yeah!

Wow. We Totally

Unplugged Him.

I Know, But This Is

Going To Make

An Awesome Story!

I Know!

Ha Ha!

But...

Whose Story Is It?

Hmm.

Hmm.

Hmm.

This Article

On Jean-Frank Is...

Fabulous.

Yes!

I Love

The Pre-Ripped Jeans.

Very Inside.

And Then Finding Out

That He's Not Even French?

That's So Inside,

It's Outside. Love It.

Gonna Be Hard

To Top This Story.

Okay. Where's

The Other Article?

There's Only One.

I Told You To Write Two.

Best One Gets The Job,

Remember?

Yeah, But...

We Couldn't Do It,

So...

You're Just Gonna Have

To Choose One Of Us,

And The Other One

Goes Home.

Ah.

I Feel Like Heidi Klum.

You're Either In

Or You're Out.

So, I Choose...

Neither Of You.

Auf Wiedersehen.

What?!

What?!

I Thought I Was Dealing

With Professionals.

But Apparently I'm Dealing

With Two Little Girls,

Best Friends,

Who Can't Do Anything

Without Each Other.

You Can Both Leave...Now.

And We Don't

Validate Parking.

Oh, Wait, You're

Too Young To Drive.

Go.

Wait A Minute!

What's Wrong With Wanting

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