The Cheetah Girls

We can do anything

Just you and me.

Baby. Baby. Baby

Wait and see

Hold on. Sit tight

Are you ready for a crazy ride?

You're on your own. It ain't right

Something's gotta give tonight

So if you want to run.

Run and disappear

You and I can bust our way

right out of here

- Together we can

- Shoot the moon. Stop the rain

Even ride a hurricane

if we wanna

- Together we can

- Walk into space. Save the human race

Do you think we oughta. Oughta?

- Whoa-oh

- Together we can

Shoot the moon. Stop the rain

Even ride a hurricane

if we wanna

- Together we can

- Walk into space. Save the human race

Do you think we oughta. Oughta?

- If we take our time. We can have it all

- I don't think we're

- Gonna make it

- On our own

- Together we can

- Shoot the moon. Stop the rain.

Even ride a hurricane.

If we wanna

- Her foot's caught.

- Walk into space. Save the human race

Do you think we oughta. Oughta?

Walk into space.

Save the human race

Do you think we oughta. Oughta?

Together we can

Piata!

So we had some technical difficulties.

I think it's a sign. Maybe we're not ready

for the talent show audition tomorrow.

Chanel, listen to me. You finally hit

that high C in the second chorus.

Chanel, listen to me. You finally hit

that high C in the second chorus.

Never happened before.

I think that's a sign that we're ready.

I did?

I did, huh?

And we hung in there like pros.

Aqua, barefoot and hungry,

you kept our harmonies tight.

Well, y'all know how you do it in Texas.

Always ride with your spurs on, girls.

And Do-re-mi, you're sore now,

but you gave 110 per cent to our fans.

How you feelin'?

It was fun. And the bruises -

they're not that bad.

Right. Now, if there is

one person who doubts

that we can be the first freshmen to win

the Manhattan Magnet School talent show,

speak now, or forever hold your peace.

You know what? I take a whackin'

and keep on smackin'.

Now, I am gonna be a star.

Do I have to be solo, or are you

Cheetahs ready to hit it big time?

Cheetahs!

OK, so lights out by 9:30.

I have lessons at the Youth Center,

and tons of homework.

If I miss this bus, I'm gonna be

officially late for school tomorrow.

Lessons? You need to rest those legs.

- But...

- Let the girl take her lessons.

Fine. Then I'll email you

what we're gonna wear.

No. Because my computer

is still down.

Just give it to me tomorrow.

I'll see you guys later.

See, I'm still back in action.

See ya later. Bye.

That girl is always on the move.

Wait, taxi! It's called having a life,

and I've got one, too.

My trig class at NYU

starts in ten minutes.

Taxi!

You've been here for six months and

you're still scared to ride the subway?

Look, I told my daddy

I would live in New York.

I never said anything about

under New York.

It's dark and dirty and there are

mole people down there.

Girl, whatever.

Learn this, Einsteinette.

But you do have to get the door yourself,

you know.

- Remember me.

- Thank you.

Bye-bye.

Princess High

of the land of Maintenance.

Hey, she makes me giggle,

and she does have the lungs of life.

Girl, it's so hard working with four girls.

I mean, it was so much easier when it

was just you and me. Divas in diapers.

But you know, Drinka was right.

We needed that backup, you know?

Now that we got Aqua and Do, girl,

we look and sound like a real girl group.

But what about tomorrow? I am not trying

to get crunched like corn chips. Believe it.

Listen, we have what it takes.

Now all we need is the attitude.

And when you get wobbly, think about the

dream. We could be grabbin' Grammys.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you so much.

- I love you in the back row.

- Thank you.

We'll be jugglin'

the hottest producers -

Rodney Jerkins, Babyface,

Jackal Johnson.

Yeah, and all the hot designers

are callin' us.

They're like "Sorry, Dolce, I have

Gabbana on the other line."

"Please hold on."

Chuchie, it's Gucci. Get Tom Ford.

Oh, no, I wear Prada or nada. Mama.

Nada!

Please believe it. Girl, you promise me

that when we get rich,

we're gonna buy a huge penthouse

apartment, just you and me?

- Friends forever?

- Forever.

Come on, let's go.

Hold up. There's Scherezade.

That's Jackal Johnson's new girl.

I love her. That's my video, girl.

She be like...

Work it, girl.

Come on, girl.

Come on.

Yeah, come on.

That's right.

Girlfriend.

- I'll take that.

- Yeah.

You know we can work it.

Thank you. Thank you.

You will be seeing our faces in these

windows very soon, watch out for...

Oh, my goodness. Oh, my goodness.

Toto. I forgot about Toto.

Mom and Dad's gonna kill me.

Come on, let's go.

Yeah, Sally, everything's great.

Oh, Sandy, yes.

Your ensemble's absolutely fabulous.

You're going to love it.

The prodigal daughter has returned. Bye.

Mom, I am so sorry I'm late.

Oh, don't apologise to me.

I think you should talk to Toto.

I can take myself to the bathroom,

thank you.

Oh, I'm so sorry, pastamuffin.

I promise, it'll never

happen again, OK? Oh.

This is the last time

I'm gonna do your chores.

Mom, I know I have been really busy,

but the talent show's

auditions are tomorrow.

- I promise you, it's gonna pay off.

- Pay?

That's exactly what I wanted to

talk to you about. Constellation Jones?

When were you going to tell me that

she wanted to reschedule her fitting?

- I didn't tell you about that one?

- No.

I thought I wrote it down, Mom.

Wait, let me check in the pad.

Um, yeah.

"Constellation will miss Saturday."

"Call her back, she can chat today."

Oh. Right.

I did this one as the Jamaican vibe

I was feelin' for the girls. Check it, see...

Constellation will miss Saturday.

Call her back, she can chat today.

Bomp-bomp, kitty kitty. Oh, go, mama, go.

Chat-chat, kitty kitty, boop-boop...

So that's your excuse?

For making me look flaky

in front of one of my best customers?

Comin' up with this,

what, cheetah chatter?

- La donna mobile...

- Papa!

- I need you to help me.

- Help you? I tell you what needs help.

My chicken piccata's ready for

the capers I asked you to bring home.

Capers... right. My bad.

Do me a favour, bring this pretty head

of yours down from the clouds and use it.

I am using my head,

and once my plan jumps off,

you'll be swimming

up to your ears in capers.

And what plan might that be?

You know what?

I think that I better have a seat

because this is going to be a very

long story. Don't you think so, Papa?

OK. First prize for the talent show -

time in a real recording studio.

Where I can make a demo like a pro,

so I can put it in some big willie's hands

and it'll be ka-ching, ka-ching,

bling bling bling...

I thought it was "bling bling".

Now it's three blings?

Fame and fortune just like that, huh?

Mom, Monique Twig, Electra Breeze -

all talent show winners, all platinum.

And Jackal Johnson. He went to

Manhattan Magnet, way back in the 90s.

- Back before the Internet and all that.

- Mom, he's not that old.

But listen, the Cheetah Girls

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