Sing
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Whoops.
Places, everyone.
This was it.
The moment it all began.
The moment an ordinary
little guy
fell in love with the theater.
Everything about it.
The lights,
the way the scenery moved,
even the smell.
He was only six years old,
but his plans to become
were suddenly toast.
- -Some folks may have said
he grew up to be the greatest
showman the city has ever seen.
-Some called him a visionary,
a Maverick. -
sure, some folks said he was
as crazy as he was stubborn,
but I say wonder and magic
don't come easy, pal.
be any doubt,
the name buster moon
would go down
in entertainment history.
And I should know,
- because I am buster...
- Moon!
- Open this door!
- Good morning, Mr. moon.
Miss crawly. What, uh...
What's going on?
You got a lot of animals
waiting to see you, Mr. moon.
I do?
Holy moly, I really do.
Yeah, it's the
stage crew from your last show.
They say their
paychecks bounced.
Tell 'em I'll call up the bank
and make sure
they're paid tout de suite.
Oh, I got Judith from the bank
holding on line two
right now, sir.
-Um, actually, I'm gonna have
to call her back. -Oh.
What should I tell her
this time?
Tell her buster moon
is out to lunch.
Moon! Open this door!
Come on, moon!
I know you're in there!
Moon! Open this door!
Aah!
Hmm, thought I heard
someone singing there.
Ah, whatever.
Guys, listen.
Stay where you are.
The cops are here in...
What are you...?
-Hold it right there!
-Yeah, I'll get him!
- Go, go, go!
Whoa!
Whoa!
Johnny, you were supposed
to be keeping a lookout!
Sorry, dad.
And where's your mask?
Look at me. I'm mommy!
Caspar, get off the table.
Rosita, have you seen
my car keys?
Norman, would you please
tell them
what a good singer I am?
Oh, yeah, you were great, honey.
By the way, the bathroom sink
is blocked again.
Bye, honey!
One, two,
one, two, three, four!
Oh, my gosh.
I thought you guys said
you were musicians.
Ash, babe,
I'm the lead singer, okay?
Just stick
to the backing vocals.
Sorry, I... I get carried away.
Yeah, I know, right?
It just kind of ruins my song,
you know?
Aw.
What?
- Come on, make your wish.
I wish you'd join a choir.
A local band or something.
-I tried.
-Bah!
Hey, hey, dad,
we've been over this.
So she's a little shy.
So what?
If I had a voice like meena's,
I'd be a superstar by now!
- Now blow out your candles.
A penny?
How dare you!
I happen to have studied
at the Lincoln school of music.
Sorry, it's-it's all
i got right now.
--Oh, is that so?
-All right, prove it, pal.
-What?
- Empty your pockets right now.
-Trying to find...
-Wh-what is this you got here?
-Just trying to find...
What do you smoke out of this?
That's my inhaler.
Aha! I knew it!
You all saw it.
You all saw it right here.
- The monkey lied.
I forgot I had that.
And next time, pick on someone
your own size!
Bully!
Take care of her, will you?
She may look old and rusty,
but she is a classic.
Okay, listen.
We both know that my theater
has been going through
some pretty rough times lately,
but as the saying goes,
"for every cloud,
a silver lining."
-Hup-hup-hup-hup-hup-hup.
-We've got...
Hold on right there, buster.
My dad, he heard I was
gonna see you today,
and he was all like,
"Eddie, you tell that koala
"I'm not funding any more
of those shows,
and that's final."
Those were his words.
Well, your dad's right.
Those shows were the problem.
War of attrition.
Rosie takes a bow.
that stuff anymore.
So, what do I do?
-Quit?
-No.
I give 'em a show they cannot
J-just one more minute,
s'il vous plat.
- -Merci.
Don't speak French.
Now, my next show is gonna be--
drumroll, please...
...a singing competition.
A singing competition?
Who wants to see
another one of those?
Everyone!
J-j-just think.
Your neighbor, the-the-the
grocery store manager,
that-that-that chicken--
right there!
Everyone in this city
gets a shot
at being a star
live on my stage.
Buster,
this is a terrible idea.
Oh, no, it's not.
Real talent from real life.
That's what audiences want,
and I'm gonna give it to 'em!
All right, well...
C-can we please just
get out of here?
Don't you want to eat?
Yeah, but we can't afford
any of this.
Yes, I know, and that's why...
I brought sandwiches.
Uh...
That's not allowed.
Ugh.
What, you don't like
peanut butter and jelly?
- Excuse me, sir.
- Okay, look.
I got cream cheese,
i got banana...
-You okay?
-Yep. Never better.
Miss crawly?
Hello?
Uh, who is it?
It's me.
Your boss, Mr. moon.
-Oh, hello, Mr. moon.
-There we go.
Now, I need you to add
the following information
-to our publicity flyers.
-Yes, sir.
The winner
of the singing contest
will receive a grand prize of...
$935.
Hmm. Gonna need more than that.
Just a second.
There.
There!
$1,000.
- You got that?
- -Uh, $1,000...
Oh! Oh!
Print 'em up
of paper we have left
and let's spread the word
right away, okay?
Yes, uh, yes, sir.
Oh, okay.
Come on out of there.
Ah, the winds of change.
Yep, when this show's a hit,
I'm gonna get you
a fresh coat of paint.
How are we doing
with those flyers, miss crawly?
Oh, yes, sir.
We're all good to go here.
Miss crawly, no!
No, no, no, no, no, no!
Oopsie-Daisy.
Oh, well, I guess that's
one way to spread the word.
Hey, Lance, look at this.
Ash, babe, hey!
-You make a withdrawal!
-Yeah.
Meena!
--Hey, hey, hey!
What do you think you...?
Uh-huh. Yeah.
Ow. Mmm.
Ah.
Let's go to work.
And cue the crazy old lizard.
Good morning, Mr. moon.
Indeed it is, miss crawly.
Top of the morning to you.
I made you some coffee.
You did? Where is it?
Oh, I got a little thirsty
on the way up those stairs.
-Shall I go open the doors now?
-The doors?
Well, you've got a lot
to audition, Mr. moon.
I do?
Holy moly, I really do.
I swear to you, Eddie,
this is no joke.
Look, just get down here
and see for yourself.
I gotta go.
This is it, miss crawly.
Get your scaly tail downstairs
and throw those doors open wide.
Okay, uh, one at a time, please.
Calm down.
- Bye, iggy. Bye, Perry.
Bye, Carla. -
bye, Gail.
Bye, Rory. Bye, Mickey.
Bye, moe. Bye, Nelson.
Bye, Hannah.
Bye, Tess.
Bye-bye, caspar.
Phew!
Uh, let's hear from a few more
of the folks in line.
-What about you, sir?
-Well, Bob, I'm a lab technician
for a leading
pharmaceutical company,
but I was born with a gift.
And that gift is to sing.
Oi, dad. Just going out.
Well, don't be long.
I got the gang coming over.
Well, look, I mean,
I'm sure you're gonna get a lot
of namby-pamby animals in here
saying things like,
"oh, it's not winning.
It's the taking part
that counts."
Yeah, yeah. Not me, pal.
I'm here to win.
That prize, it's mine.
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