Hannah Montana: The Movie Page #2

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make it up to me.

I'm sorry.

Sing, sing, sing, sing, sing.

Crazy, Crazy,

Crazy, Crazy, Crazy.

Uh, you guys know the words

to Let's Get Crazy?

All right, then, here we go!

You ready? Here we go.

# Life is just a party

so come as you are

# Dress it up or dress it down

Don't forget your guitar, yeah

# Just be courageous

'Cause style's contagious

# Everyone can rock out like a superstar

# Let's get crazy

Get up and dance

# Take a swing, do your thing

It's worth taking a chance

# Let's get crazy

# Yeah, just kick up your heels

# Don't miss out

Time to shout

# Always keeping it real

Let's get crazy

# Crazy

Lilly! Lilly, we got cake!

Hold up. Wait. Birthday Girl,

I have some questions.

Is it true Hannah's really 43 years old?

She lip syncs? Grew up in Nashville?

More like a cornfield in

some place called Crowley Corners.

Really? How do you spell "Crowley"?

It's Lilly Truscott, everybody!

Happy birthday.

We got cake over there.

Just like it sounds.

- Lilly!

- Oliver? Quick!

Light the cake. We're gonna

stop Lilly from leaving.

Cake? No, I'm not ready yet!

Come on! We have cake!

Eww!

Sorry.

Lilly, please pick up.

- Did you see this?

- Yeah, I know. It's everywhere.

Isn't it... horrible. Bad Hannah.

She and I need to have

a little conversation.

Now? But she's getting ready

to go to New York.

Didn't she tell you?

There's an amazing opportunity.

Yeah, I know about New York. I got

CCed in an e-mail. Not happening.

She and I are flying to Tennessee

for her Grandma Ruby's birthday.

Didn't she tell you?

A shoe fight! You got

into a stinking shoe fight?

In my defense,

I totally saw those shoes first.

This is absolutely, T-totally,

without a doubt unacceptable.

Which pretty much describes

all of your behavior lately.

Standing up your brother?

Humiliating Lilly at her own party?

I know. I screwed up. I'm sorry,

but I can't talk about this now.

I got to go to New York.

It's the music awards.

Your grandmother's birthday

doesn't matter?

This is totally different

and you know it.

Now, Robby. Mr. Ray.

Father Montana, Hannah not going

to New York is really not an option.

- Her name is Miley.

- Miley'll be back before she leaves.

She's a superstar. I can get her

a private jet if she wants.

Yes! I've always wanted

one of those.

For gosh sakes.

Fine. You win.

But you heard our superstar.

She needs a jet.

- Really?

- I like your thinking.

It will take some time to arrange,

but I'll go ahead to New York

and set up the meet and greet.

Ooh. Next time, you might want to

demand a jet with a bigger bathroom.

Why in the heck you

getting all Hannahed up?

The Hannah steps off the plane photo op.

The balloons, the limos,

the screaming fans.

Like Vita says,

"It's all about the publicity. "

Yeah. That Vita's

just full of good advice.

Absolutely full of it.

Hello, New York!

Looks like your limo's here.

Ain't she a beaut?

Yee doggies. Tennessee.

Dad, come on.

Yeah, maybe I should've

remembered Grandma's birthday.

- I did.

- Jackson, not now.

Dad! Please, Hannah Montana

needs to be walking down the red carpet

in New York in less than three hours.

Miley, all you ever

wanted to do was sing.

Hannah let you do that

and still have a normal life.

That was the dream, remember?

That's why we

created her in the first place.

I don't know what she's about anymore.

- What are you saying?

- I think we might be done.

- You can't take Hannah away from me.

- Really? Because that's what I'm doing.

No! Stop the truck. I'm not

doing this. I want to go home.

Stop the truck!

You are home. Look around you.

Hannah means everything to me.

That right there might be the problem.

You're saying I can

never be Hannah again?

Ask me again in two weeks.

Right now let's see

if a country girl still exists.

- Two weeks?

- Think of it as a Hannah detox.

Take that wig off

and get back in the truck.

No. I'm not getting

back in the truck. No way.

I'm not getting back in the truck, Dad.

I'm going to New York whether you

like it or not, and I'm not... Whoa!

Give that back, you mangy little...

Look at that. Girl don't even

recognize her own horse.

Now that truly is sad.

Blue Jeans?

Meet us at the house.

Just about a mile up the road.

Don't forget your suitcase.

In my defense, you do look different.

Did you do something to your tail?

Good boy.

All right, now. Help me out.

Hold still.

Blue Jeans!

Blue Jeans!

Ya!

Hi. You all right?

Blue Jeans doesn't really

take well to strangers.

Especially not dirty, sparkly ones.

I know. He's my horse.

Miley?

It's me. Travis?

Travis Brody? We were

in the first grade together.

Me and you went to your

Uncle Earl's farm and swam

- and got poison oak all over our...

- I remember you, OK?

I also remember you hanging me

headfirst down a well.

Yeah. I guess I had a

pretty big crush on you back then.

But don't worry about it.

I'm over it.

Good to know.

Don't come around

too often anymore, do you?

Often enough.

Only a couple times since your

ma died that I've heard about.

So how long are you staying?

- Two weeks.

- Ha!

- Good luck with that.

- What's that supposed to mean?

Considering what you're wearing

and the fact that you couldn't

get back on your horse,

I'm guessing you

went California on us.

I have not. You don't know

anything about me or California.

Let me guess, celebrities are

just regular folk like you and me.

- Some are.

- Oh. Uh-huh.

You, uh... you

actually know any?

I know Hannah Montana.

Hannah Montana? Really?

Yeah. I...

I practically saved her life

surfing the other day.

She owes me big time. We're like...

We're like best friends.

Huh. Best friends.

They're all waiting for you inside.

I'll take Blue Jeans, put him away.

- You don't have to do that.

- It's kind of my job.

I've been working for

your grandma for the summer.

Ooh.

This is usually about the time

someone would say "thank you. "

- I was getting there.

- No need.

See you round, Smiley Miley.

Remember? That's what he used

to call you. Smiley Miley.

I remember.

I got my Miley back!

Come on, Miley,

take the next verse.

Come on.

Get your dog back and your house back...

I want my life back, Dad.

Sorry. Sorry, everybody. Hey.

Happy birthday, Grandma.

Well, I just blew out my candles,

and I already got my birthday wish.

Come here, sweet thing. Ohhh.

I have missed you

more than you can imagine.

And thank you.

Thank you so much for this.

I just love it.

There's only one King,

and I have been saving him

a place of honor.

How long have you been planning this?

Must have taken you forever to find it.

Apparently, I've thought

of nothing else for weeks.

Hurt your grandma's feelings

and a chewed-up wig'll be

the least of your worries.

Hey, Uncle Chuck.

Listen, it's time for cake.

I'll collect the supper plates,

you pass out the forks.

Give you a chance

to say hi to a few folks.

- You remember Cousin Derrick.

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