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meets us here.

And that is gonna be you

this time, Johnny.

-What? You want...

You want me to drive? -Yeah.

It's time my boy had

a proper role in the gang, eh?

Hang on, hang on, dad.

Barry's always been our driver.

Barry don't mind.

Do you, Barry?

-No. No, that's fine.

-Yeah.

So... so, when exactly

is this ship coming in, then?

We ain't got a date yet.

Probably won't be

for a while, though, will it?

What do you care? It's the last

job we ever need to do.

When it comes in, we go.

Right?

Great.

Can't wait.

- Um, hi.

I saw your ad in the paper.

Yes, I need a nanny

just for a couple of weeks.

You can? Great.

Oh, the kids?

Yes, they're wonderful.

They... yeah, I have 25.

No, I'm... I'm not joking.

- Um, but they're really

no problem... -

- hello? Hello?

Good night, mommy.

Hey. How was the big meeting?

That bad, really?

Well, I have something

really exciting to tell you.

Mmm.

You make the best pie, honey.

Listen, Norman,

i know it's short notice,

but I could really use some help

with the kids tomorrow

because... well, you are not

gonna believe what I did today.

Norman, are you listening to me?

Rehearsals begin

first thing tomorrow morning,

so get some sleep

and dream big dreams.

Hmm.

Good morning, everybody.

Now, I want you all dressed

before breakfast.

Breakfast!

Rosita, have you seen

my car keys?

Don't forget, your keys

are in your coat pocket.

Oh, I found 'em.

- Bye, honey.

- -Bye, Norman.

Time for school.

Bye, iggy.

Bye, Perry. Bye, Carla.

Bye, Gail. Bye, Rory.

Bye, Mickey. Bye, moe.

Bye, Nelson. Bye, Hannah.

Bye, Tess. Bye, Kelly.

Bye, George. Bye, Andy.

Bye, Freddy.

Bye-bye, caspar.

This contest is war.

This stage is the battlefield.

Your song is your weapon.

Now, you only get one shot

to blow that audience away,

so choose carefully

from the list of songs

I've selected for each of you.

Ah, talked some sense

into that boyfriend of yours.

Lance is an artist,

but I wouldn't expect you

to understand that.

You're right.

I don't understand that at all.

Now, you'll notice each list

also includes my costume

- and performance suggestions.

Okay? Miss crawly will show you

to your rehearsal spaces.

Now, let's get to work.

Excuse me, Mr. moon?

For some reason, it says here

that I should be playing

the piano?

Yes, just imagine--

big, soulful guy like you

tenderly playing the keys.

There'll be goose bumps

everywhere.

Well, I haven't played piano

since I was a kid.

Miss crawly, we're gonna need

some piano lessons over here.

Yes, sir! Up the stairs.

I'll be right along.

And, Pete, you're in here.

- You got it, Mr. moon.

-Check your ego, man.

-Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

-Break it up, break it up,

break it up. -Oh, yeah?

Tell ricki. He started it.

That's right.

Just like I started this band.

My band, Howie.

Oh, forgive me, your highness.

- Guys, come on.

No, no, no, no, no.

Hey, hey. Out. Get out of here.

--Look, just calm down

and pick a song.

-Wow!

-I think we'll probably have

a better chance of winning

if I do the singing part

and leave the dancing part

to you.

Bah! Are you joking me?

You are just in need of, like,

a super cool warm-up.

--Come on, let's take off

- these clothes.

That... that is not necessary.

Oh!

That is a lot of skin.

Ah, don't you look

so worried face.

I've got one for you, too.

Hey, porky!

-Keep it down, will you?

-Sorry.

Hey, moon, you gave me

the wrong list.

Cheesy pop's

not exactly my style.

Style.

I'm glad you brought that up.

Now, let's see.

- There.

Isn't this a great color

for you?

I can't tell.

It's melting my eyes.

-You got anything in black?

-Black?

What, you want everyone to think

you're going to a funeral?

You think you're some kind

of artsy-fartsy type?

No, no, no, no, no.

Bingo! Pop star Princess!

Is this part of the competition?

Okay, everybody, don't panic.

- Don't panic.

- What's going on?

Talk to me, crawly.

When did we last pay

the power company, Mr. moon?

Oh, for Pete's sake.

Okay, don't worry, everybody.

I will take care of this.

In the meantime,

you will continue

to rehearse in the dark.

-What?

-But I can't see anything.

- Don't you worry, Rosita.

I have glow sticks.

Great.

Use this time to shake off

those first-day inhibitions,

and I'll be right back.

-You gotta be kidding me.

-Okay, you heard him.

- Back to work now.

Come on, everybody.

Whoa!

Sorry, old girl.

I'll fix that.

- Mr. moon?

You-you probably

don't remember me,

but i-i auditioned yesterday,

and I...

Hey, listen.

Do you think maybe you could

reach the ledge?

Th-that ledge?

Whoa!

Whoa, that's a heck of a trunk

you've got there.

Thanks a lot, kid.

Uh, Mr. moon?

M-my name is meena,

and I baked a cake for you,

and, uh... uh, I was wondering

if you'd maybe give me

-a second chance to...

-Just a moment, please.

Be right with you.

Hmm.

Yay! It's about time.

Johnny...

Yep, mind your head here.

Hey, can you pull up

that scenic cable?

-You mean this?

-Yes, that's it.

Great!

And the house lights?

Wow.

Ah, I know.

Beautiful, isn't she?

You know what, kid?

How would you like to be

a part of this show?

Really? Wait.

Oh, my gosh, I was just

gonna ask about that.

Great. 'Cause I could

really use a stagehand.

Stagehand?

-But...

-Ah, don't worry about it.

You're gonna pick it up

in no time.

I'll teach you everything

i know. Follow me.

These are the rehearsal spaces

and dressing rooms,

and up here we got workshops

and the main office.

Up in the air!

Touch your toes!

Awesome.

Awesome?

Yeah, I think the word

you're after is "awful."

And that's me

restraining myself.

There's not an ounce of talent

between 'em.

Not an ounce.

In fact, you know what?

I think that prize

is as good as mine already.

Yes, indeed, uh,

i am about to come

into a very, very large

sum of money.

$100,000, to be precise.

Well, is that so?

In that case, sir, you'll be

wanting our platinum card.

Well, well, well, hello again.

Oh, man, these are, like,

the cheesiest songs

of all time.

I know, right?

I mean, I was even thinking

of writing my own song instead.

Wait, what?

-Your own song?

-Well, yeah.

Look, if you want

to win that money,

just do what the koala says.

Why? You think I can't

write my own song?

Whoa, whoa. I'm just saying,

not everyone

can write songs, okay?

I know I make it

look easy, babe,

but it's not.

Oh, here she is.

- Quiet down, everybody.

So, meena, are you in the show?

Uh... well, yeah, kind of,

but...

She did it!

Oh, I'm so proud of you,

i could pop!

That's my birthday wish

coming true right there!

-Way to go, meena!

-Oh, meena, we love you!

Mom...

-What the heck?

-Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Don't be mad, okay?

It was your grandma.

She told the whole street

about your audition.

-Mom, no, wait.

-Shh, shh. Shush, baby.

You need to save

that singing voice of yours.

So, from now on,

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