Sing Page #5
Queues a mile long
just to get a ticket.
The curtain rising
over that glorious stage.
Music and light
bringing dreams to life?
Precisely.
Well, it's just like
you remember it.
In fact, I've made it
even more spectacular.
No, you haven't.
-Shh.
Come see for yourself.
Uh, a special performance
just for you.
What do you say, Nana?
I say...
You are a liar, Mr. moon.
Okay, well, we're done now.
Thank you, Nana.
But anything's better
playing checkers
with this old fart.
What?
Great.
It's gonna blow you away, Nana.
And that is no lie.
Now, listen up.
Tomorrow we are going to have
a full preview of the show,
and our audience will be none
other than miss Nana noodleman.
- Nana noodleman?
- Wow, Nana noodleman.
She's still alive?
Oh, yes, and believe me,
she's got some
pretty high standards.
All right? So, today,
we're going to have
a full dress rehearsal,
and I want to see you
light up the stage, folks.
Well, that's cool.
-Meena? Miss crawly?
What do you think?
Wow, it's so ambitious.
Yeah, are you sure about this?
I promised Nana
something spectacular,
and this-- ha!--
It's gonna blow her away.
-Oh, yes.
-Two minutes, everybody.
Johnny.
Johnny, where are you?
Johnny,
answer the walkie-talkie.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, dad.
I'm here. I'm here.
-What's wrong?
-We got the call.
Shipment's coming in.
-Tonight?
-Not tonight. Now.
Meet us on the corner
of Hector street in two minutes.
Stay here.
We'll be back in exactly 37...
Yeah, 37 minutes. Yep.
- You've told me repeatedly.
I can make it.
Bravo, Mike.
Nana is gonna love that.
Oh, you're...
You're too kind, Mr. moon.
And I myself am loving
the new suit, sir.
Okay, can we see ash next,
please?
Ash, let's get you out here.
Oh, stand back.
Moody teenager coming through.
Good luck, ash.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa. Okay, enough of that.
- Cut it, cut it, cut it,
cut it. -
--i don't think anyone's
gonna call her after that.
Okay, ash, um...
Hey, come on, ash.
What is it? Do you...
Do you not like the dress?
Ow.
Ow.
Ash, what's wrong?
Well, it sounds to me like you
are way better off
without that... that...
That total super-jerk
dinkleschplatt!
Exactly.
Total super-jerk dinkleschplatt.
Rosita! Gunter!
-You're on next.
-Yeah, okay, here.
There should be some gum or
some candy in there somewhere.
Just help yourself.
Rosita, Rosita, Rosita.
Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.
Can I take your place, please?
- Sure, Johnny. Go ahead.
- Okay, get ready,
'cause I'm warning you...
This stage is about to explode
I am so sorry.
I have no control.
Yeah!
Okay, come on, you can do this.
Are you okay?
Oh, yes, I'm fine, thank you.
- How are you?
- Okay.
Johnny, let's get you out here!
And, you guys, you've gotta
work on that routine.
Take it away, Johnny!
You can't just sing it.
You've got to show
the fire und desire.
The fire went out
a long time ago.
What?
Look, I can't even
keep count of the steps.
Ugh! Counting schmounting!
She sings too much
with her head, right?
Ja, ja, see?
Forget the steps and just, like,
let the music take control
of your body parts.
My body parts
are not responding, okay?
I should just be
getting groceries.
-Rosita, no. -Rosita, come on.
-What? Rosita, please.
Like, don't go.
Psst! Hey! Hey!
Down here.
Have you seen three
nasty-looking bears out there?
Uh... no.
Oh, great. Hey, by the way,
i love your act.
Seriously, the... the part where
you fall flat on your face?
Oh, that...
That cracks me up, every time.
See you around, porky.
Ah, man.
Johnny, uh, I know
I'm asking a lot of you...
Mr. moon, I'm really trying,
i promise.
Have you practiced that?
Uh, well, not yet.
Well, why don't we go back
and work on that one, okay?
I mean, look,
if you play like that
- in front of Nana noodleman...
Johnny?
--Hey!
We are set for life now, boys!
What's going on?
Where's Johnny?
He's not here.
Run!
Oh, I'm dead.
Okay, wait, let me see.
No, mom, I have not made
any friends.
What do you think this is,
kindergarten?
If you hadn't squealed
to the cops,
I wouldn't be in here right now.
Honey, when are you getting out?
I'm only gonna be in here
for a few years.
Well, where'd you
hide the money?
Where were you?
Um, well, thing is, i-i went
-to get gas, and, um...
-Don't lie to me!
Um, I was at a rehearsal.
Rehearsal? For what?
I was at a singing contest.
Look, dad, I'm... I'm sorry.
I just don't want
to be in your gang.
-I want to be a singer.
-Singer?
Look, dad, no, it's okay,
it's okay.
I can get the bail money.
There's a prize--
it's $100,000...
How did I end up
with a son like you, eh?
You're nothing like me.
You never were,
and you never will be.
I'll get you out!
Dad, wait!
I'll get the money!
I promise!
Johnny! Oh!
You... you gave me
a fright there.
Sorry. I didn't mean to.
I just...
Well, I know it's late,
Uh-huh.
Mmm. That's it.
That's good.
You're getting it.
Shoppers are reminded the store
will close in 15 minutes.
Thank you.
The lady in aisle six...
That was awesome.
- All right.
Mr. moon, are you sure
this is legal?
Uh... I don't know.
All right, but if you keep
asking questions,
we'll never get this done.
Now, hit it!
A little higher.
Just a little bit.
There it is. Thank you.
Hey!
Posters up.
-You!
-Now, run away!
Come back here, you vandals!
Rosita, have you seen my car?
Whoa!
Rosita, what the...?
What's going on?
Rosita!
Whoa!
Kids, where's mommy?
Whew.
How's that, miss crawly?
- Hey.
Sorry.
Mr. moon would like everyone
to meet backstage
before she arrives.
Wow.
You wrote that?
Uh... yeah.
Do you like it?
Are you kidding?
It's fantastic.
You've gotta sing that today.
Mike, you're on first.
- Sure.
Uh, just a second here.
Honey, I'm busy.
What? I can't hear you.
Rosita and gunter,
you're on after Mike.
You got it, boss.
Rosita!
Super cool!
You've, like, totally come back.
Okay, Johnny, you follow them...
What?
Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, I'm ready.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
-Ash, you're...
After Johnny. I got it.
And, meena, last chance, kid.
You want to... you want to join
these guys out there today?
I-i would.
I-i just get so scared.
Sure, you do.
All right, but-but...
You know how
to get over that, right?
Uh, no.
You just start singing.
Do what you love,
then you'll be great
'cause you won't
be afraid anymore
because you'll actually
be doing it, right?
- Uh...
Look, do you love to sing?
I mean, do you really love it?
Of course I do.
Then you face this head-on,
meena.
Because,
like my dad always said,
"don't let fear stop you
from doing the thing you love."
Uh...
Okay, I'll do it.
- Great.
- Mr. moon!
She's here.
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