Subs created by: David Coleman.
Yo! Yo! I'm Trey Grant, your host of High School Sensation.
Think you've got what it takes to be the next big thing?
Send us your audition tape for a chance to perform on the show.
And compete for ten thousand dollars!
- What? - Woo!
Now look, each high school gets to submit one audition tape.
That's one. Will it be yours?
I hope so, because that mean I'll see you on High School Sensation.
- Oh, we're getting on that show. - Yeah.
Can you imagine what we can do with ten thousand dollars?
Oh, invest in an army of monkeys who make mini pizzas on demand?
- Why not full-sized pizzas? - Oh, ho, let's not get crazy.
- Or we could get all new instruments. - Yeah, rent out a club for a gig.
Forget all that. Imagine the exposure we'll get.
Gravity 5, prepare to hold it down.
She's got that right...
Um, Molly, are you okay?
I'm just enjoying watching them act,
like they're gonna get on High School Sensation instead of us.
Mm.
I want to enjoy it too. Aw.
Not as fun as I thought.
It's called High School Sensation.
Not "I go to high school, and I wish I could sing".
You're just jelsies because The Perfs are gonna get on High School Sensation.
Not you. I mean, we are the best band in school.
Wait, no. A "band" that...
Doesn't play any instruments and sings to a recorded track?
But yes, definitely a band.
- Impressive death stare. - Oh, thanks. I was born with it.
It's true. I've seen her baby pictures.
I mean, The Perfs do have a catchy sound.
- There's no denying you're hot. - Aw.
So beautiful, do you tan?
- No, I was born like this. - It's...
Yeah, fast forward to the part that's helpful.
What I think Zander is trying to say is that Gravity 5 is the better band.
Yeah, it's too bad their singer has a voice like a hyena choking on thumbtacks.
Oh, you wish you had a voice that sounded like a hyena choking on thumbtacks.
Where do hyenas keep getting all these thumbtacks?
You know what?
Let's let the school decide.
We both perform and,
the winner gets to represent the school on High School Sensation.
We're playing first.
Fine, we'll play second.
Wait, we're not gonna be your opening act.
You warm up the crowd first, then we'll close in triumph.
Great! We'll start!
It's so nice to have a fresh crowd.
- Oh, she's good. - She's the best.
Wait, guys, there's way too much equipment on the stage.
I don't think it's meant to hold that much weight.
Right now, I just need to find a place to plug in my amp.
Good luck with that.
Hey, what's up with all this stuff on the stage?
Excuse me, but we need our amps.
Well, we need our lights.
- Bup! - Bup!
- Aw. - Oh, man.
Well, these are pretty much toast. And I really like toast.
But not this kind of toast.
Mr. March, this is all Kacey's fault.
She should have just let The Perfs represent the school.
Uh, excuse me, but Mr. March,
can you please inform Molly that this is High School Sensation.
A talent competition, and The Perfs don't have any.
- Okay... - Enough.
Enough.
Enough!
"E-n-yuf!"
This is what we're gonna do.
You're gonna join forces.
Submit your audition together.
And if you win, you're gonna use the prize money to fix the broken sound system.
Holy...
And the stage!
Only you can be you.
Only I can be me.
You always want to be what you're not.
Can't you be happy with what you've got?
You're perfect the way you are.
With your insecurities, flaws, and scars.
Your life's too short to worry.
Don't you know it's true.
Only you can be you.
Only I can be me.
Only you can be you.
Only I can be me.
Only you can be you.
Only I can be me.
Only you can be you.
Only I can be me.
I can be me.
Okay, I know none of us is happy that we have to work together, but...
- Got that right. - We're happy.
Right. But we have to make this work.
We have two days to submit our audition tape, so we need to get cracking, Zander?
Okay, I thought we should start with the most important part...
Oh, what we're gonna wear. Great idea, Zander.
- No, what we're gonna sing. - I thought we were gonna sing,
- our awesome song, Popular. - Because it's the only song you know?
Zander, you think Popular's a good song, don't you?
It's not a song I would sing or listen to.
But yeah, it's a good song.
Huh. Insult wrapped in a compliment.
I like it.
Just doing my thing, baby.
Weird.
Come on, guys. We have a lot of work to do.
So I'm gonna divide it up.
- You... - Oh, Kasey's in charge?
Shocker.
Somebody needs to make sure that we don't kill each other. You want that job?
- Ugh, no. - Right.
Zander and Stevie, you'll select the song.
- Oh, that's right. - Oh, get it.
Nelson and Kevin, you will shoot and edit our submission.
- Yes. - Yes.
Molly and Grace have great style, so you guys will be in charge of our look.
Perf Power. Ah.
Can we keep the Perf Power to a minimum?
That was the minimum.
Perf Power.
Ah... who... ha...
Huummmmm-mmmmmmm.
That's the extended edition.
Okay, guys, let's rock this audition video.
If anyone deserves to be on High School Sensation, it's us.
That's right. Let's get it, babe.
How's it going over here?
It would be going a lot better if Kevin wasn't dribbling in my face.
Well, I wouldn't be dribbling in your face if I had a job to do.
You have a job. You're assistant camera man.
And you can assist me by not dribbling in my face!
- Dude. - Oh, my bad.
No, you're terrible.
Kevin, maybe you should be in charge of something else.
- Like what? - Like the band submission.
When we're done, you can email our video to High School Sensation.
- So the most important job. - Yeah.
All you have to do is hit send.
Like I said, the most important job.
I've always wondered what it's like in here,
and I'm relieved to see it's every bit as tedious as I've imagined.
Smells a little more farty than I would have imagined.
We ready?
We are recording.
Cool.
Oh, hello.
High School Sensation, didn't see you there.
- I'm Kasey Simon and... - What are you doing?
It's a casual intro. I'm trying to be spontaneous.
- Mm-hmm. - Now, be quiet.
So I can be spontaneous again.
Oh!
Hello, High School Sensation.
Trey, I didn't see you there.
- We are Gravity 5. - Ahem.
And The Perfs.
Now, I hope you're wearing a helmet, because this audition video,
is about to make your head explode.
Don't wanna be beautiful.
I'm rockin' my same old shoes.
A little unusual...
Wow, our audition looks great.
And that's my kind of cool.
- It's the outfits. - Or the song.
Maybe we should try rocking a duet sometime.
Yeah, maybe we should.
I'm telling you, something is up.
Come on, bro. You can do that.
Hey, Grace, maybe you and I can...
I got nothing.
Any news?
Nah, they haven't posted the results of who made the show yet.
We're going to make it. We crushed that audition.
- Tots crushed it. - We totally held it down.
- Whoa. Uh. - Consider it held.
- Aw. - Aw.
Had to get along for a three-minute song.
Just one three-minute song.
Couldn't do it, could you?
What are you talking about, Mr. March?
I called the producers of High School Sensation.
To see if I could get a sneak peek into who they selected for the show.
They told me they didn't get an audition from Brewster High.
- What? - That's impossible.
No, it's possible because that's exactly what happened.
Which is kind of the definition of possible...
Stuff that can happen.
- That is the definition. - Uh-huh.
But Mr. March, we did work together.
Zander and Stevie worked on our song.
Molly and Grace picked out our outfits.
Nelson shot and edited the video.
And Kevin...
Kevin emailed it yesterday right before the deadline.
- Are you sure? - Yes, look, I wrote the email.
I attached the video file. I hit send.
Then I closed my laptop so I couldn't mess anything up.
Wait, did you hear that little whoosh that tells you that it sent?
Of course I did. Look, I'll show you.
Whoosh!
- Awesome, great. - Oh.
Oh.
Now it's sent.
You didn't wait for the whoosh.
You have to wait for the whoosh!
What's up with the no whoosh?
It even hurts to "what's up?"
Ah!
Ah, please tell me that you can fix this.
Please tell me that you can work your magic.
And that Kevin did not ruin our only chance of getting on High School Sensation.
Oh, it's no use. They're not accepting any submissions after the deadline.
- Great job, Kev. - Okay, yes, Kevin made a mistake.
A mistake that cost us a spot on a giant talent show,
with a giant star and a cash prize.
Don't yell at Nelson. It's Kevin's fault.
- Don't yell at me. It's not my fault. - Don't yell at Grace.
- Why not? - I have my reasons.
Look, it doesn't matter whose fault it is.
All we need to focus on right now is coming up with a solution.
Okay, maybe we need to go straight to the top.
Get our audition video to Trey himself.
- Yeah, but how are we gonna do that? - I'll figure it out.
- I think you've done enough. - Yeah, no.
Look, I'm the one who messed up.
I let you guys down and I just want a chance to fix it.
Alone.
Nelson.
- Well, I thought you said alone. - You don't count.
Oh, phew.
You can't go in there!
Save your smack talk for the basketball court, Willie.
Hi, I'm Kevin and my band is Gravity 5, and I was supposed to
submit the audition for your show but I didn't wait for the whoosh.
You have to give us another chance!
I bet you don't have an appointment.
- Should I call security? - Hold on, Mel.
You guys are harmless, right?
Are you kidding? I can't even step on a bug. Too scary.
Thank you, Trey. I mean, Mr. Trey.
Sir. Mr. Sir Trey?
Yo, you got to chill.
Now tell me what's up, slowly.
Hi, I'm Kevin and my band is Gravity 5.
I was supposed to submit the audition for your show,
but I didn't wait for the whoosh.
Wait, wait, wait, what? You serious?
Dude, you've got to wait for the whoosh!
I know that now.
Look, I admire a man who tries to fix what he messes up.
So you'll put us in your show?
No. But you do have my admiration.
You can leave now.
Sure. Right after this.
Please, man, you got to do this for me.
I didn't just let down the band. I let down Kasey Simon.
I can't bear to see Kasey miserable.
Okay, now you're getting weird.
Oh, if Kasey's miserable, then Kevin's miserable,
and if Kevin's miserable, then I'm miserable!
Can you bear to have three students' misery on your hands... or legs?
- Come on. - Please.
- Dude, you are on a man's legs. - Oh, please.
Have dignity.
Kevin, this is your way of fixing everything?
It's a work in progress.
Let me guess. You're Kasey Simon.
You know me?
Yeah. I mean, we have mutual friends.
Bad news, Trey. Johnny busted his ankle.
He's not gonna be able to play basketball today.
What?
I been waiting months to put a whupping on Willie.
Dang.
Hang on a second.
You need someone to help you take down this Willie dude.
Because the guy hugging your ankle plays some serious hoops.
- Which ankle? - Not this ankle.
Look, for years I been playing two-on-two against this big-time producer,
Willie Stax and his buddy, Scotty P.
And I lose every time.
I mean, I actually had a shot with this guy, Johnny.
I'm not about to play with some kid.
I may look like a kid.
- Uh, you are a kid. - Uh, not helping.
But I can play basketball.
How about this.
If Kevin helps you win, you put us on the show.
You really have skills?
Dude, I got moves that even I haven't seen yet.
You may want to get your arm off of me.
Right, right, right.
Everyone...
This is Trey.
Oh, hi, Trey, we're The Perfs and these are our backup singers.
- Excuse me? - Whoa, what?
Guys, this is not the time to fight.
- What's up, man? Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you, Trey. Aw.
So look, I checked out your audition video.
And it was off the hook.
- Aw, yes. - Yay.
- So are you gonna put us on your show? - Sure.
I mean, if your friend helps me win this game.
A deal's a deal.
- That's what I'm talking about. - Woo!
Come on, Kasey. Don't leave me hanging.
Kevin, are, uh, are those the guys that you're playing?
Yeah. That's Willie Stax, Scotty P.
I think our chances of winning are suddenly very bad.
Are you sure you're up for this?
Look, Kasey, I let you down once.
I'm not gonna let you down again.
Good luck.
This is who you brought to ball against me?
Oh, hey.
I got game.
Prepare to have your game knocked flat on your butt, son.
Does Kevin even have a chance at winning this thing?
Give me that!
Uh, I'd say he has a better chance of being broken in half.
Oh, I can't look!
Oh, don't worry, Nelly. Kevin's gonna be okay.
Kevin looks like he could be Willie's toothpick.
Yeah!
Hey, Willie, I'd be as good as you if I was around when basketball was invented.
Stay in school, kid.
Yeah!
Are they allowed to talk to each other like that?
It's called trash talking, you do it to try to psyche out your opponent.
Oh, so like what Molly and I do?
- Yeah, pretty much. - Mmm.
Hey! Willie Stax!
You better get a napkin because you're about to get served!
- Oh! - How does that feel?
- Oh, ho. - Oh, how that...
- Oh! Yes! - Yes, okay!
That was fun. Okay, you try one.
Yeah. Hey, Willie. A chicken called he wants his legs back.
- Oh! Woo! - Loser says what?
Okay, I've got one. Ahem.
Hey, Willie! You're like Michael Jordan out there.
Oh!
- Burn! Oh, need a walker? - Whoa. Yeah!
Yeah! I've seen less fouls on the piazzas of Venice.
- Ah-ah... - What?
- Huh?
You know, fowls. Like pigeons.
- Oh. - Oh! Pigeon man!
Highbrow smack, I like it.
Hey, Willie!
Get a dictionary and then you'll understand it, dummy!
Whoa!
Will you guys be quiet?
- Oh! - Go, go, go, go, go, go!
- Yeah! - Woo!
Oh!
- Ah! - Yes!
Dude, we tied it up. Next basket wins.
Okay, here's what we're gonna do. I'm gonna set a monster pick on Willie.
And that will leave it open for you to take the shot.
No. Nah-no.
You are not setting a pick on Willie.
You know he's gonna knock you flat on your butt, right?
I don't care. I have to get my friends on your show.
And if it means going out there...
And getting destroyed by that mutant, it's what I have...
Nice knowing you.
- Yeah! - Woo!
- Way to go! Nice! - Yes! Woo! Yeah!
- Kevin. - Move over.
Kevin. Are you okay?
- Did you hear that? - Hear what?
Whoosh!
Kevin, Kevin, Kevin!
Kevin, Kevin, Kevin, Kevin, Kevin, Kevin!
Okay, our next band had kind of a bumpy road,
making it here to the High School Sensation stage.
But I'm glad they did.
From Brewster High school, everybody give it up for Kasey Simon,
with Gravity 5 and The Perfs!
Don't wanna be beautiful.
I'm rockin' my same old shoes.
A little unusual.
And that's my kind of cool.
I don't need a diamond just to shine.
I don't need a plane to touch the sky.
Don't wanna be beautiful.
I wanna be like me, myself and...
I-ee-I-ee-I-ee-I-ee-I.
Me, myself, and...
I-ee-I-ee-I-ee-I-ee-I.
Me, myself, and I.
Yeah, look. Turn my swagger on.
Then I remember who I see me. Me. Me, myself, and I.
Attitude now that's a masterpiece. Girl, you just so beautiful.
You need to hear that every day. Them bullies up in school they hate.
Because life for us is a piece of cake.
Me, I shine bright and I even got no diamonds on.
I sing a lot and dance around. Like every day my favorite song.
I don't need your compliments. See, me I'm just so confident.
It's me myself and I.
- Don't I look so astonishing? - Yo, yo, yo.
- Yeah. - Yo, yo little miss perfect.
Tryin' so hard but for me it ain't worth it.
- Say what. - No, no, no.
- No. - Tell it.
- Go. - Don't wanna be beautiful.
- Don't wanna be. - I'm rockin' my same old shoes.
- My same old shoes, yeah. - A little unusual.
- Ha, go. - And that's my kind of cool.
I don't need a diamond just to shine.
- No, no. - I don't need a plane to touch the sky.
Don't wanna be beautiful.
I wanna be like me, myself and...
I-ee-I-ee-I-ee-I-ee-I.
Me, myself, and...
I-ee-I-ee-I-ee-I-ee-I.
Me, myself, and I.
Yes! I bet this could cover brand-new instruments for all of us.
Wait. I thought we agreed on pizza-making monkeys.
Oh, how about a full-time masseuse for the Perf bathroom?
Part-time is not cutting it.
Or we can pay for the broken sound system and stage,
which is the whole reason why we had to work together in the first place.
- Mmm. - Oh, yeah.
I hate when you're the voice of reason.
Well, I wouldn't have to be if someone else would step up once in a while.
Oh, I'd be a great voice of reason.
Grace, I am going to miss you most of all.
You know, this was actually pretty fun.
I mean, I'd never admit that in public so you can't prove anything, but...
It was fun working with you too, Molly.
Come on, Grace.
See you around, Zander.
Okay, that was a flirt.
No.
That was definitely a flirt.
- See you around, Zander. - Yeah, you will, baby.
- I don't say baby, come on. - Aw, oh.
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