Kickin It Old Skool Page #7

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the ones who never give up on you...

they need you.

Almost as much as I do.

You want another one of these?

Can I have a Shirley Temple?

To go.

- It's the final battle.

- Yeah!

And here it goes.

Iced Cole Krew...

versus- and I don't know how

they're still here-

- but the Funky Fresh Boyz.

- Yeah!

All right! Let's go!

Well, if it isn't Larry, Curly and Homo.

The final battle begins

in three, two-

Wait!

Wait!

- Justin.

- Justin.

Well, look what the '80s

dragged in, folks.

Kip, hold up. Um, we're gonna need

to make a substitution.

Oh, sorry. Rules is rules. Uh, you gotta dance

with the ones you brought.

- Let him dance!

- Shut up, Jen.

Yeah! Let him dance!

Let him dance!

Let him dance!

Let him dance!

Let him dance! Let him dance!

Let him dance!

Let him dance!

Let him dance!

Let him dance!

- Let him dance!

- All right. Okay.

Let him dance!

Let him dance!

Okay. All right.

All right. All right!

All right!

All right!

All right. Awesome.

But it's actually up to Cole.

Cole.

What's up, Chicken Little?

All right.

Don't worry. I got this.

We can't risk it.

Just trust me, all right?

Let him dance, yo.

Go show 'em, Justin.

Yes.

Yeah! Yeah!

Yeah!

I knew you were gonna make it!

I knew you'd make it!

Come here!

Come on!

Huddle up, guys.

When we were kids...

rap was all about food

and girls and fun stuff.

Now times have changed.

Now rap is all about...

- puttin' wheels on your cars and slappin' women.

- Yeah.

But this stuff can still be fun.

So, let's-

let's just have fun out there.

Okay, I got one thing to say.

Daniel-san,

karate here, karate here-

- karate never here.

- No, karate's not there.

- I'm sorry. I was aiming for your belt.

- That's not karate. That's weird.

Ancient crane technique-

if do right, no can defend.

Ay!

- What the hell does that mean?

- Guys, come on.

This is the first step

on the road to becoming...

whatever the hell we want.

- Homeboys forever.

- Homeboys forever.

- Homeboys forever.

- Homeboys forever.

Funky Fresh Boyz! F.F.B.!

Yeah!

Iced Cole Krew, get to steppin'!

Mom, how'd you find me?

But they need me.

Justin, come on!

- Mom, this is important!

- Justin...

this break-dancing thing has caused

this family nothing but heartache.

It's time to grow up, Son.

You want me to be a grown-up

and stop break-dancing?

That's fine.

I respect that.

- But being a grown-up means

making your own decisions.

- Hey, come on! Justin!

The world don't move

to the beat of just one drum.

What might be right for you

may not be right for some.

- Justin! Come on, man!

- Everybody's got a way to shine.

They'll have theirs...

you'll have yours...

and I'll have mine.

And together we'll be fine.

It takes different strokes.

Different strokes?

Different strokes to move the world.

You tear it up, Son.

Okay?

You have a good time, have fun,

and you pop a move.

All right.

Just-Just...

go show those player-haters

who's bad.

Thank you!

Let's jam!

Gonna bust a move.

Prince Def Rock!

- Chilly Chill.

- P-P-P-Popcorn!

Rocket Shoe.

Funky Fresh Boyz! F.F.B.!

Yeah.

Whoo!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Watch how it's done,

old man. Step aside.

I can do this.

Okay, well, maybe I can't.

I gotta do the move.

What you got?

No, not again, Justin!

Oh, my God! Justin!

Justin! No!

All right!

All right. For

a hundred thousand dollars...

and a one-year contract

with D-Zone Videos-

Iced Cole Krew!

They were so good.

Or the Funky Fresh-

My baby!

Yeah! Yeah!

No!

Funky Fart Phonies!

Oh, don't cry, Kip.

Whoa!

You all right, dude?

He ruins... everything!

What?

He gives the girl I like

a freakin' Garbage Pail Kid!

And I gotta wait 17 more years

to get in her pants!

This is bullshit!

Me and you, Justin!

Last dance-off.

You're gonna get served!

Man. Look at me, man.

Freakin' geek!

- Kip. Kip!

- You're all sluts!

- Baby, calm down.

- How many of you people even know you're alive?

Kipper.

Hey, hey, hey.

It'll be fine.

His pasty white ass is not gonna be

on your network for a year.

Oh.

Thanks, Bill.

He's gonna be on my network.

You're fired.

You're firing me?

Kip? Kippin' it real?

You're firing me?

What, are you freakin' retarded?

It's not nice to say retarded.

Hee-hee.

Did we win?

The worms in my brain say we win.

Get down with my bad-

Oh! Keep it real, Kip!

Girls.

We did it, baby! We did it!

Here we go. Here we go.

- Yeah, yeah, show me the money!

Show me the money!

- Thank you.

Yeah!

Yeah!

Funky Fresh! Funky Fresh! Funky Fresh!

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