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to need my genius to pull this off.

I'm in.

I can't wait to see the look

on those wussies' faces.

Yeah. I love your skin.

- So soft.

- And I'm done here.

I'm going to let them out.

She needs me.

Lincoln, how did you get this?

He never reveals his sources.

Okay, welcome

to Operation Taking 5.

In the next 24 hours,

we'll have our game faces on

and our eyes on the prize.

Now, this is how it's going to go.

At 8:
00 sharp,

we arrive at my house,

looking good and ready to hop

in the homecoming limo.

At 10:
15,

when those wussies are doing

their final encore performance,

we arrive at the backstage exit.

According to my research,

immediately after the show

the band is rushed

into a waiting limo.

Why shouldn't it be ours?

Devon, Gabby,

this is where you guys come in

with phase two.

Oh, yeah.

Distraction.

The place was on fire.

Ladies.

Now, you ladies are going to use

your feminine charms

to divert the band's attention.

Then we move

into phase three... chaos.

Pete's going to handle that.

In the midst of all the confusion,

you ladies are going to lead them

towards our limo,

where I'll be waiting to escort them.

Wait a minute.

But if it's all smoky, how are we

even going to see them?

The pice de rsistance.

Not even in your fantasies,

Lincoln.

- One more thing, Devon.

- What?

You're going to be my date

for homecoming.

Good one. I'm not going

to homecoming with you.

I know it seems funny and all,

but seriously.

See, my mom's not going to rent me

a limo if I'm dateless.

And she wants pictures.

Oh, my gosh, Devon,

you're going to homecoming.

Only as a decoy, Gabs.

Still... homecoming.

Yes.

Lincoln, look at Devon, honey.

That's a doozy.

Lift your chin, Lincoln.

Mom, uh, just take the picture,

all right?

It has to be perfect.

My little boy's going to homecoming.

Let me look.

Look it, look.

Look, smile.

Sweet.

This is great.

Good night, Mr. Limo Man.

Sweet dreams.

Get in.

Nice limo, right?

I've got to get out of this dress.

If you look when I'm changing,

I'm going to hurt you.

Turn around!

Hey, limo guy.

You ready?

- Yeah.

- Good.

Can I see

some identification, please?

No problem, man.

I've got that right here.

Oh, man.

So you're with the band?

Yeah, man, with the band.

Sweet. What's that like,

hanging out with them and stuff?

It's cool, man.

Crazy pop stars, crazy fans.

I sing too.

I actually wrote them a song.

I'm not going to sing the whole thing,

but the chorus is all...

5 Leo Rise...

Dude, I've got the demo

back in the car.

Let me just run and grab it,

you hand it over to them, and...

You can't be serious.

I'm running late. Can you open

the gate, please? Thanks.

Sure. Let him in, he's cool.

Go on, get out of here, man.

- Good luck with that singing career.

- Yeah.

- Hey, Pete?

- Yeah.

Is he going to be okay?

Yeah, he's just sleeping.

He'll be up in a couple hours.

Don't worry about it.

Yeah, Hollace.

Great.

They're on the encore right now.

Okay. I'll have them out in five.

Everybody, positions!

Quickly.

Kidnap my heart, Ritchie!

Yo, you guys catch that

big-haired blonde in the first row?

I had eye contact all night.

I saw that chick.

Did you see her, Ritchie?

You should be paying less attention

to the chicks in the crowd

and more attention

to your dance moves.

Come on, man,

what's your problem tonight?

Nothing, if you guys'd

just learn your steps.

Whatever, man.

Only missed one move.

Covered.

Amateurs.

Shoot. The other limo's here.

Phase one, go, go, go.

- Okay, Gabs, come on.

- Okay.

- Good luck.

- Thanks.

Oh, man.

What did you do?

That's not right.

Let's go.

Come on, let's go.

- What the hell?

- Where's security?

Am I the only one who can do

anything right around here?

Let's go.

Ritchie, I love you.

You're so cute.

Oh, my God.

I love you!

Hey, how's it going?

Can I please have an autograph?

Hey, I'm Mason.

So many...

Damn! Let's go.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no, no, no...

Gabby, please.

- Guys, I got your limo right here.

- Who the hell are you?

Who the hell cares?

That limo, now!

Go! Go!

- Shoot.

- Man down!

Man down!

Gabby, please.

Five-twenty in sector B.

We've got a code red

at the loading docks. Let's go.

Lincoln, how could you

do this to me? Help me!

What the heck happened?

I don't know.

She passed out!

You're going to have to drive.

- What? I don't know how to drive.

- It's easy.

Brake pedal's left,

gas pedal right. Okay, go! Go!

Oh, my God,

oh, my God, oh, my God...

Okay, what do I do?

- Shoot, my goggles.

- Leave them, let's go!

- All right, kid.

- Oh, shoot.

Go, Pete!

Tell her to go without me.

Good luck!

Devon, we've got to move!

Code red! Code red!

Pete, be quiet.

I can't concentrate.

Get out of the car!

Don't yell at me!

I can't do it with you yelling at me!

Stop this car!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God...

5 Leo Rise, don't go, guys!

5 Leo Rise, don't go!

Why would you let them go?

They're my favorite group.

Kid, you...

you have really got to get a life,

buddy.

What town are we in?

Our fans here are out of control.

Dude, I think

some chick fainted back there.

You guys hungry?

I think there's a Winger's right there.

Want to make it a wing night?

American buffalo spice wing.

Yeah, man.

Yo, limo dude.

Hey, we're making

a stop for wings.

Oh, my God, oh, my God,

oh, my God, oh, my God!

Oh, my God.

My mom's going to kill me.

- What?

- Hey, Dev, are you okay?

- Yeah, what happened?

- We blew it! We lost Lincoln.

Oh, my God,

his mom is going to kill me.

We lost Lincoln?

Look, Lincoln's a pro.

He can handle it. It's okay.

Dev, sweetie, listen.

It's going to be okay.

We're at Winger's.

You want wings?

- Wings are good.

- You love wings.

- I hate wings.

- You love wings.

- That's true, I do love wings.

- Okay.

Did you just see that?

5 Leo Rise.

You guys want to go try

to find a party?

Oh, dude,

the parties are all free.

What about Nikolai?

Forget him.

Whoa,

limo driver dude is passed out.

- Partied out.

- What the hell?

- He's crashed.

- I got his hat.

I got to turn it

into a party night for sure.

- Yeah, man.

- What is this?

Somebody's got the right idea.

All right,

you get in the back with them,

and I'll drive. Go!

Wait! Hold on.

Hold on, okay.

Evening, wussies.

What's going on?

There's a bomb in the trunk,

and I can set it off at any second,

so shut up and cooperate.

Guys, no! This is your limo!

This is your limo!

Are you serious, dude?

You think this is some kind of joke?

Look at your limo driver.

He's dead.

What? Oh, man.

Scooter, my shirt.

Let's go.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Get them on!

I don't got time for this!

Hurry up!

What? What, pretty boy?

You got something to say?

Who are you?

We are the RMLF,

the Real Music Liberation Front.

In the name of decent musicians

everywhere,

who actually play instruments,

tonight you're going to meet

your wussy ends.

This is the getaway car?

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