High School Musical 2 Page #4

Close, very close.

Thank you.

- Thanks.

- Thanks, man.

Hey, boys! So, Troy, I thought

it was time for you to meet my parents.

Enchantee.

- Awesome.

- Hi.

Hello.

So, where's your dad?

Hi, Daddy!

Where's the first tee

and what's the course record?

I'm just kidding. I built the course

myself and I hold the record,

but who's counting? Princess.

- Son, you've been working out.

- Yoga.

Bring that around, there you go.

Quite a season you boys had.

Oh, Troy played

for the golf team, too, Daddy.

Oh, versatile. How about you, son?

- Baseball. Track and field.

- Outstanding.

Might come in handy the way

I play golf. Fair warning.

Fore!

- Brilliant, darling. Brilliant.

- Lovely.

Chad, you'll be caddying for Mother.

Troy, Daddy.

Daddy.

Bravo!

Brilliant. Let's take a walk.

- Is that a new outfit?

- Yes, just this morning. And yours?

This old thing? I got it last week.

Come on, Chad.

What do you think?

Well, it's 190 to the pin,

downhill lie, elevated green.

I'd go with a full five, sir.

Hi.

- Nice call.

- All right.

Princess, grab your pitching wedge.

This one's yours.

Thanks, Daddy.

Line it up.

That's my girl.

That girl needs to take up knitting.

Or some sport

where she can only injure herself.

- I'm in the sand.

- Me, too.

Knees, hips, shoulders, hat.

Good. Drill it.

Backboard.

Yes!

That's my boy.

- Where...

- I have no idea.

Gabriella! Dinner tonight?

Sneak a swim?

Troy!

- Oh, lovely, darling.

- Nice.

Daddy, why not let Troy try a shot?

- Of course. Of course.

- No, I shouldn't.

- Come on.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah!

- Yes, sir.

- Are you sure it's okay, Mr Evans?

- It sure is.

- Give it a ride.

- Thank you.

- Here you go, Daddy.

- Thank you, dear.

- That's a beautiful swing.

- Really beautiful.

That is a beautiful swing.

- That was awesome.

- Thanks, man.

- Come on! What do you say we...

- What? I don't know.

Off we go.

I'm saving up for a car.

I'm saving up for a car.

Well, Tiger Woods would

have been proud to make that putt!

What a shame that Troy

is only bussing dishes all summer,

given that he's a potential star

for your alma mater, Daddy.

I've seen Troy play basketball.

I think the U of A Redhawks

will be very interested in him.

That's inspired, Daddy.

Troy is very concerned about college.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- How's Coach Bolton these days?

- Oh, fantastic.

Outstanding.

What?

Oh, next time

I see Country Club Princess,

I'm gonna launch her and her pink cart

straight into the lake.

I'll build the ramp, buddy.

Danforth, this is a kitchen,

not a day spa.

You and Jason suit up for dinner duty

in the dining room.

Bolton, you have five minutes

to change and come with me.

In case you're not familiar

with this particular item,

it goes around your neck,

like a dog collar.

Chop-chop.

- And she stepped on the ball.

- I did not.

- Yes, you did.

- I can believe that.

Hey! Here's our superstar.

Troy Bolton, this is Peter.

- Peter. Good to meet you.

- How are you?

- This is Claire.

- Hello.

- And you know the family.

- Hello.

This kid's pretty handy on the fairways

as well as the hard court.

Bet you worked up yourself an appetite

lugging those bags

all over the place, huh?

Yeah, yeah. A little bit.

What do you say we get some food,

and we can talk about your future.

- My future?

- Yeah, sit down.

Have a seat.

Daddy's on the board of directors

at the University of Albuquerque.

So, Troy, I saw your

championship game. I mean, wow!

That last-second shot at the buzzer...

Outstanding.

Actually, my teammates here

stole the ball,

otherwise I wouldn't have

had a chance...

Oh, you're much too modest, Troy.

You were voted MVP

for the entire season.

This shirt positively screams

for a Windsor knot.

- Thank you.

- Let me get that for you.

You know, we've got a heck of

a basketball programme over at U of A,

and an excellent

scholarship programme as well.

Scholarship?

Yeah. You know,

between the two of us here,

we... We pull a little weight over

at the school.

Well, time flies when you're having fun,

but Mr Fulton will probably

want me clocking out.

Come on. Don't be silly.

You haven't had any dessert,

and we haven't talked about golf, yet.

Oh, basketball and golf are

just the beginning with Troy, Daddy.

Have you heard him sing?

Oh, triple threat.

Oh, how wonderful.

Troy can participate in the talent show.

Oh, come on, Troy.

Give them a sample. Kelsi!

Kelsi. No, actually my voice is...

Is feeling a little bit hoarse tonight,

you know, all the talking.

But thank you very much for the food

and the golf and everything.

It was amazing.

But you will sing some other time,

though? With me. Promise?

- Promise.

- Perfect.

Dessert?

Sorry I'm late!

Give me two more minutes.

Nice tie. Your shoes

don't match though. Kidding.

Honey, two minutes is being late,

but an hour is approaching a felony.

Just because Troy's a nice guy, doesn't

mean he's immune to boy disease.

Boy disease?

Yeah, forgetting things

he shouldn't forget.

Oh, so now you're a boy expert?

My older sister has 10 rules

about boy behaviour,

and nine of them involve boys

forgetting things

they should never forget,

like dinner dates.

Well, it wasn't an official date

type of thing.

Rule number three,

all dates are official,

whether the boy knows it or not.

- You're not done.

- But I'm done for the day, sir.

And actually, I have a date.

Mr Bolton, you're under

the mistaken impression

I'm interested in what you have to say.

Just follow me.

- But I...

- No more speaking.

- Hey, where are we going?

- Please, Mr Bolton.

- How long is this gonna take?

- Watch your step. Insurance issues.

I'm supposed to have a date tonight.

But the evening is young

and so are you.

Well, where are we?

Hold your applause until the very end.

What the heck? Mr Fulton?

A long time ago

In a land far away

Lived the pineapple princess, Tiki

She was sweet as a peach

In a pineapple way

But so sad that she hardly speaky

Still, if you listen well

You'll hear her secret wish

Aloha, everybody, my name is Tiki.

I long to free

A truly remarkable fish

My sweet prince

Humu, humu, nuku, nuku, a pua 'a

Makahiki malihini who

Humu, humu, nuku, nuku, a pua 'a

Ooh

Hawana waka, waka, waka

Niki pu, pu, pu

Ryan, the fog!

She dreams of a boy

Who is under a spell

That has left him all wet and scaly

I sing from my heart

Of the power of love

Just a girl with a ukulele

- Come to me

- Come to her

- My sweet one, and be still

- Be still

I'll grasp your tail

Then stroke each tender gill

My sweet prince

Humu, humu, nuku, nuku, a pua 'a

Makahiki malihini who

Humu, humu, nuku, nuku, a pua 'a

Ooh

Hawana waka, waka, waka

Niki pu, pu, pu

Now this is where we lead

into the whole Kabuki thing.

The clouds turned grey

And the big sky cried

And the ocean had a fit

Ryan! Where's my ocean?

Then the wind went whoosh

And thunder cracked

And mighty Mount Fufu spit

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