Hannah Montana: One in a Million Page #4

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hopping my way to history.

(singsong) l'm gonna be rich.

l'm gonna be rich.

# Yeah, yeah, ooh #

# lt's Friday and there's nowhere to be

# We're kicking it together

lt's so good to be free #

Oh, those boys are gonna love this.

- (blows)

- Hey, what the...?

What are you doing?

l'm just goofing off, getting those

creative juic flowing. Try it with me.

You know, spitballing could pull

a great song out of you! (blows)

- Are you OK?

- Never better.

Just hanging out with my old man.

Come on. (grunting)

Hey, Daddy, why don't we

have an arm tootin' contt?

l'll go first.

- (farting sounds)

- Beat that.

l don't have time for this.

l'm trying to finish this song.

- But, Dad...

- (phone rings)

Excuse me. Hello?

No, there's no one here

by the name of Gunnar.

Sorry, this ain't the Tinkle ridence.

Well, l don't care what you say,

l'm not Gunnar Tinkle.

Gonna tinkle? Joe, is that you?

- We so own you!

- Busted!

- That was sick!

- Oh, you boys. L-O-L.

- You know L-O-L?

- Yeah, Nick taught it to me.

Hey, you guys want to hear

the chorus of your new song?

- Yeah!

- Go for it!

OK, hold on. lt's a little rough.

- (farting sounds)

- (laughing)

Beat that!

Oh, sorry. Hold on,

l'm getting another call.

Hello? What?

You're looking for who?

Amanda? Amanda Hugginkiss?

A man to hug and kiss. Miley, l don't

have time for this foolishns.

- l'm trying to work here.

- So am l!

l'm inspiring you with my humor.

Dad, listen to this one.

So why was six afraid of seven?

'Cause seven ate nine!

Whoo, that is hysterical!

Hang up and we could write a hit.

Sorry, guys, it was

just my daughter being silly.

Yeah. Well, sure, of course.

l'll be right there.

Hey, darlin', l'm gonna go meet

the boys and finish this song.

Daddy, what about

we just hang out today?

Hey, here's Lilly to keep you company.

You guys have a good night now.

- He looks happy.

- Of course he's happy.

He's hanging out with... them.

Oh, my gosh,

your dad's having a bro-mance.

Worse, he's having a Jo-bro-mance.

l used to be the one

that he loved to write for.

Now they're all he thinks about.

Why aren't l enough anymore?

Give me one good reason!

Well, they're new, there's three of

them and they're so cute! (chuckl)

l said one.

Right. (clears throat)

And to think, you gave him

the bt 1 4 years of your life.

- Years you will never get back!

- Exactly.

l am not about to get thrown away

like yterday's moo-shoo pork!

You had moo-shoo pork yterday?

ls there any left?

Lilly, focus!

l am not about

to let Larry, Curly and Moe-bro

waltz in and steal him away.

My daddy writ for me and nobody else!

- So, what are you gonna do?

- l have no idea!

# Whoa #

Pardon me. Breaking a record.

Getting hungry.

(grunts) Thank you. (chuckl)

Lilly! l figured out

how to get my daddy back.

- How?

- OK.

The ''Jo-Bros'' aren't

gonna wanna record Dad's song

- if he stole it from another guy band.

- What guy band?

- Oh, no.

- Oh, yeah.

# Oh, yeah, yeah #

l'm gonna meet the Jonas Brothers!

(low voice) Guy voice.

(low voice) l'm gonna meet

the Jonas Brothers!

(both in low voice) Yeah.

(grunts) Rico,

- l got to use the bathroom.

- That ought to be interting.

Just open the door!

Sure. For half your winnings.

- l am not gonna split $5,000...

- Whoops.

Look at that.

Drip, drip, drip.

OK, deal!

Partner! Open the door.

(toilet flush)

Mission accomplished.

Whew.

He shoots, he scor!

Nothing but bowl.

(panting)

(gasping)

(shivers)

(continu panting)

Eat marshmallow, fro-bro!

Chew on this, sucker!

Put this in your cocoa.

- Hey, let's blast Robby Ray.

- Great idea.

Guys, guys, but it's three against one.

l like it.

Whoo-hoo! Yeah.

(low voice) Yo, guys,

we're working here.

(low voice) Yeah, dud.

Be cool. Dud. Yo.

Uh, sorry, guys. We got a text

from the guy we're working with.

He told us to be here early. Our bad.

No big. We're just working

on our guy band stuff.

lf you guys want to hang

until we guys are done, that's cool.

'Cause we're all, you know, guys.

OK, sure.

This is Joe and Kevin. And l'm Nick.

We know who you are.

Your music rocks.

And you're so hot.

On the charts.

Burning them up. Yeah!

Yeah, that's what l meant. Dud. Yo.

So who are you guys?

l'm Mi... lo.

- Milo.

- And l'm Otis.

Right. We're Milo and... Otis.

- So, what are you guys working on?

- New song we just wrote.

Ourselv. We wrote it.

Milo and Otis. Two guys. Football!

They get it. Let's play it for them.

Coolio. Monster trucks!

- # Anywhere we are

- # Anywhere we go

- # Everybody knows

- (both) # We got the party with us

# Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah #

Yeah! Whoo!

(grunts) Oh, yeah!

That's... That's our song...

...isn't it?

l can't hear you.

My ears are full of melted brain.

l kind of liked it.

- So do we, like, rock or what?

- What'd you think?

- l think that's our song.

- (both) What?

- Robby Ray wrote that song for us.

- Oh, man!

Robby Ray, lying,

cheating, stinking, stealing...

- Easy, Otto.

- Ottis... Otis!

Right.

What are you talking about?

Robby Ray didn't write that song.

He stole it from us.

He came in while we were rehearsing

and said he was ''just listening.''

- Unbelievable.

- He ripped you off?

- Totally.

- Robby Ray hurt us.

- He hurt us deep.

- Way deep, man. ln the gut.

And then he li to us.

How bogus is that?

l feel so used.

You? l shared my nachos with that guy.

l don't even want to see this guy again.

l'm out.

Sorry, guys. lt's your song.

- Are we cool?

- We cool.

(moans)

- No hard feelings?

- Nothing a hug couldn't fix.

Otis.

Otis!

That dude smells really good.

And that is what happens

when you try to steal

Miley Stewart's daddy.

Funny you should mention him...

Oh, sweet niblets!

- What are we gonna do?

- OK. (exhal)

We have a chance. They'll be so angry,

they won't even talk to him.

(whispers) Right.

OK, they're talking.

But that don't necsarily mean

they're telling him about us.

(whispers) OK. All right.

(squeaks)

# Ooh, yeah #

(pants) How... much... longer?

Just a few more minut, champ.

You're almost there.

Hop, kangaroo boy, hop!

- (all) Hop! Hop! Hop!

- Ah!

Can't... hop. Must... stop.

(groans, grunts)

(groan) No!

(pants) l was hops away from history

and l couldn't do it.

Oh, you hopped into history

four hours ago.

What?

You broke the record four hours ago.

l just wanted to see

how long you could go.

Because of you,

l've been bouncing for four hours

with a wedgie l'll probably

need surgery to remove?

Yep. Ain't l a little stinker?

Come here.

- Uh-uh.

- l'm gonna get you.

Doubt it.

(grunting)

Rico!

(grunts) No!

# Yeah, oh #

# Oh, oh, oh #

Hey, Mile.

l gus you know we're gonna

have to talk about this sooner or later.

Don't worry, Daddy. Hannah called

the Jonas Brothers and told them

that she hired Milo and Otis

and it was all a prank.

So you can run off and go play air

hockey with your new bt friends.

l'm sure it's a lot more fun than

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