- Subs created by: David Coleman. - Rocky: Previously on Shake It Up...
Shake It Up, Chicago has burned down.
Where are we gonna dance? I can't be a "has-been" if I've barely been a "been".
Ever since Shake It Up, Chicago burned down I feel like
I don't even know who I am anymore.
CeCe, you're never going to believe it!
The Shake It Up, Chicago studio is finished, we're back on the air!
(Gasps) Look at this! I can't believe it.
This is the new Shake It Up, Chicago!
Who are you and what are you doing in here?
Oh, don't worry, we're just the Shake It Up, Chicago dancers.
I'm the new executive producer, and I haven't hired any dancers yet.
Auditions are next week.
♪Everybody, everybody, get out on the floor.
♪It can get a little crazy when the kick hits the 4.
♪Make a scene, make a scene, nobody can ignore.
♪Don't knock it. 'Til you rock it. We can't take it no more.
♪Bring the lights up, bust the doors down.
♪All together now. Shake It Up, Shake It Up.
♪Shake It Up.
Wait.
We have to re-audition for Shake It Up, Chicago?
Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no! This cannot be happening!
CeCe, relax. There's no reason to worry. Everything's going to be okay.
Or life as we know it will be over!
Excuse me, Mr. New Producer guy.
When you say we have to re-audition to be on the show that we're already on,
does that mean we're not on the show we're already on?
Because, last time I checked, we were on the show!
You better be a good dancer, kid, because words? Not your thing.
Yeah, I don't think we need to re-audition, just ask Gary.
He's not only the host, he's our friend, and he'll explain everything to you.
Oh, you're Gary's friends!
- Why didn't you just say so? - I told you there was no reason to worry.
Yeah, Gary's been fired.
Well, technically, he re-auditioned for his old job, but he didn't make the cut.
But maybe you will. But I doubt it.
Okay, you know what, I think we got off on the wrong foot.
And, as a dancer, I know how bad it is to start off on the wrong foot.
(Giggling)
Okay, so you're more of a laugh-on-the-inside kind of guy.
Anyway, hi, I'm CeCe, and this is Rocky and Tinka.
Oh, by the way, we can't wait to get to know you!
Let me be perfectly clear. The only thing I hate more than producing a dance show
is producing a kids' dance show, the only thing
I hate more than producing a kids' dance show are the kids dancing on the show!
Wait, that's not true. I hate Tilapia more.
It makes my rear end break out in hives.
Let me know when you're done getting to know me.
Done.
This is a nightmare!
Tell me about it. Last time I auditioned, I froze.
Remember the face?
Well, are you going to do the face or not?
Hello, everyone!
I'm Lance Daniel. I'm the new host of Shake It Up, Chicago!
And, yes, I am "the" Lance Daniel from the boy band Brit Boyz.
Feel free to adore me.
Brit Boyz? My mom loved that band.
I mean, I mean, I love that band!
Anyway, I'm CeCe...
Are we done talking about me? Because I'm bored.
Right! See you at the auditions.
Wait, you're gonna be judging the auditions?
Yes, it's my first time as a Judge,
although I have been in front of quite a few.
Not guilty, your honor! Unless, of course, the charge is being fabulous.
So, we're seeing people in pairs only.
So no partner, no audition. No exceptions.
Partners?
Who am I supposed to dance with?
Don't worry, Tinka. I'm sure you'll find someone.
I hope so.
Because without a partner, I'm like the third gazelle in line for Noah's Ark.
Doomed!
Tinka's out? Sweet! So, one less person to compete with.
CeCe, we have to help her.
Why?
Because it's the new-and-improved Tinka. Now with ten percent less nasty.
(Sighs) Yeah, you're right.
You help her find a partner,
while I make sure that we get back on the show the best way I know how.
- Kiss up to the new host? - Word.
Hey! I heard your stomach grumbling,
so I ground up some chickpeas with a little Olive Oil,
some spices, and made you a little hummy for your tummy.
You made me hummus?
Okay, what do you want?
What do I want? I can't just be nice to my big bro-bro?
Okay, here's the deal.
I need you to dance with Tinka for the Shake It Up, Chicago audition.
(Chuckles)
And I want to go to prom with a swimsuit model,
but I don't see that happening, either.
- Okay, give me one reason why not. - I'll give you two.
Look, I don't like Shake It Up, Chicago and dancing isn't my thing.
But it used to be! In fact, you taught me how to dance. You're the best!
(Laughing)
I didn't say I wasn't the best. I said it's not my thing.
Okay, well, then what is your thing,
besides being cool and running after girls?
Hey, that's a full-time job.
Ty, your moves are so amazing.
Could you imagine the two of us dancing on TV?
I'd rather imagine my swimsuit model prom.
At least that won't give me nightmares.
Okay, Ty, I feel really bad for Tinka, okay?
And I'm your sister, I never ask you for anything.
All you have to do is rehearse a little and go with her to the audition. Please?
Okay. But no crazy costumes. I mean it.
If I see one sequin, I'm out of there.
Oh, thank you! You're the best.
I don't know what I would have done if you had said no. (Knocking on door)
Okay, where's Tinka? I'm ready to rehearse!
Yeah, never mind. He said, "yes".
CeCe: Yoo-hoo!
Mr. Daniel!
It's me, CeCe Jones. Yes, "the" CeCe Jones.
Um, I'm really excited you're here, because I'm such a huge Brit Boyz fan.
Really? Me, too.
What's your favorite Brit Boyz song?
I can't think of one. I mean, I mean I can't think of...
Just one.
What's your favorite?
Desire with a capital D.
Oh!
No way!
That's my favorite!
♪ Got to love desire. (Singing along tentatively).
♪- Desire... capital E. - Desire with a capital D.
I really knocked David Hasselhoff off the charts with that one.
Um, anyway, if there's anything you need, grab lunch, pick up your dry cleaning,
help choose the dancers for the audition, let me know.
Well, actually, there is one thing.
Really?
- Hey, Flynn, how you doing? - How am I doing?
How am I doing? I'll tell you how.
Not good.
CeCe and Jeremy are busy, so I'm the only one my mom
has to blather on and on to about her wedding plans,
and if I even look bored for a second, she starts to cry.
Yes, cry!
If she talks to me about place mats or dresses one more time,
I'm going to cry. Yes, cry!
That's how I'm doing!
Oh! You thought when I asked how you were doing, I actually wanted to know.
Flynn, mom texted.
She wants her chicken parm and your opinion for the centerpieces for the tables.
My opinion is, they should be in the center...
Of the tables!
Stupid wedding.
All right, ready to rehearse? (Chirping)
Just, uh, silly question...
Why is there a parrot on your shoulder?
Well, where else would I carry him, Rocky?
Okay, but where did it come from?
Well, I was kissing Lance's butt.
And you found a parrot?
Well, I may or may not have said that I was a professional parrot-sitter.
Anyway, long story short, this is Harold.
(Squawking)
Harold, inside squawk, please.
(Chirps quietly)
Thank you.
Okay, CeCe, we don't have time for this.
The audition is in two days and we need to rehearse.
Oh, don't worry, Rocky, this little guy is going to help us out. Check it out.
Pick Rocky and CeCe!
Oh, shut up, CeCe!
Shut up, CeCe! (Gasps)
I don't know why they call it a bird brain, because it seems pretty smart to me.
(Upbeat music playing)
Next!
Next! Next!
Next!
That was nice.
Nice? That was nice?
You know what's nice?
Rainbows! Shoe sales! Hypo-allergenic dogs!
None of those things get to dance on Shake It Up, Chicago!
CeCe, relax. They're not really complimenting anyone.
CeCe, I really got to tell you something.
Or are they?
Yes, "the" Lance Daniel?
Don't forget to pick all the little yellow bits out of Harold's food.
They really don't agree with his tummy.
Okay. Um, was there anything else you wanted to tell me?
Oh, looking forward to your audition.
Oh! Excuse us. (Giggling)
CeCe! Relax!
I'm sure he's just messing with you.
All right? We did great. There is nothing to worry about. All right?
Phil: Next! (Dance song starts)
(Audience cheering)
Fantastic! Love, love, loved it.
Great job! Great.
Uh... (Chuckles)
You know how I kept saying we had nothing to worry about?
Yeah, I was wrong.
Flynn? You know you're welcome here anytime, but use the door.
Who ever heard of anyone coming in through a window?
Sorry, my mom is driving me crazy with all these wedding plans.
What do I care what color petals the flower girls throw?
I say give 'em little candy bars. Less procession, more parade!
That reminds me of when Marcie and I got married.
- See, originally... - Save it, Doc.
I got a little chest and a lot to get off of it.
Right!
Gather around the great Lance Daniel, everyone.
Now, choosing the new dancers was a very difficult process.
Made easier by the fact that most of you were terrible.
The new cast Shake It Up, Chicago is Atkinson, Williams, Mastrandrea, Jones...
Oh, thank goodness! Thank goodness!
- Rickenbach, Tishi, Hessenheffer... - (Exclaims) Mother of goat, thank you!
You too, Ty.
And the last spot goes to... Blue!
Yes! Yes!
Oh! Just to clarify, which Blue?
- Rocky. - Ty.
- Rocky! - Ty!
You know what? Why don't we come back tomorrow,
and we'll give you our final decision.
Hey, I'm the executive producer here!
Why don't we come back tomorrow, and we'll give you our final decision?
Hey, Ty. Now is probably a good time to tell them that
you're not interested in being on TV and drop out.
Why would I do that?
Because you have no interest in being on the show, remember?
Oh! Oh, that was before.
Before what?
Before I realized I really do want to be on Shake It Up, Chicago!
I may need glasses, because I did not see that one coming.
And then she went on and on for an hour about the stupid
candy almonds wrapped in lace that nobody even cares about!
Really? She went on and on about something that nobody cares about?
Must run in the family.
I really appreciate you giving me a quiet, drama-free place to just chill.
You are being completely stubborn and selfish!
Oh, I'm being selfish? Look in the mirror, sister!
Oh, I would, but you're constantly standing in front of it!
So much for a drama-free place to just chill!
I better go tell mom to separate you two on the seating chart.
Okay, what's going on?
Well, Ty was supposed to help Tinka and then bow out.
Now there's one spot left, and it's between us.
Look, you were the one who begged me to audition.
You said it would be fun for us to be on the show!
Together! Not you on it and me off it.
- That is a tricky situation. - Yeah, it sure is.
And at the end of the day, someone is not going to be happy.
They sure aren't.
Well, we gotta rip this Band-Aid off fast.
Ty, you gotta drop out.
- I have to drop out? - That's right, that's right.
That's wrong, that's wrong!
- Why should I have to drop out? - Because I was there first.
Well, I was born first, but that doesn't seem to matter.
What're you even talking about?
You always have to be the best at everything.
You have to be the smartest, win the most awards...
I'm always in your shadow, because you also have to be the tallest!
Really? So it's my fault that I'm better at growing than you?
I'm still growing! Right, dad?
- Absolutely! - See?
(Stammering) I guess I see your brother's point,
and maybe he's right, you should drop out.
But that's not fair!
Well, I don't know what to tell you.
Your mother's not home, and we're in uncharted territory.
I'm flying without a net here, kids!
Look, I'm sorry this happened.
I didn't plan it. But after I danced,
I felt something I haven't felt in a long time.
Pride.
I was proud of myself.
And if they think I'm good enough to make it...
Then I want to do it.
- You can't argue with that. - Dad!
Or maybe you can.
Kids, you're just going to have to wait to see who they pick.
And may the best Blue win.
- Oh, I will! - Oh, I will!
I better go call your mother and make sure she gets home quick.
CeCe: Oh, "the" Lance Daniel!
Harold misses his daddy!
Oh, and you're not here, so I'm talking to myself.
(Squawking)
No offense, Harold.
Pick Rocky and CeCe! Pick Rocky and CeCe!
Yeah. Too little, too late.
I'm done with you. All right...
(Squawking)
Oh, no. Come on, Harold. Don't, don't fly...
(Thudding)
Uh-oh.
I did not know the ceiling fan was on.
I don't care if you want Ty.
I want Rocky, and I'm the face of the show!
Well, now you're the face of the unemployment line!
You're fired!
But I'm "the" Lance Daniel! I'm irreplaceable!
Please. I could replace you with the first guy who walks into the room.
All right, the second guy who walks into the room!
Congratulations! You're the new host of Shake It Up, Chicago!
I'm the what? Are you serious?
This is exactly how I was replaced in the Brit Boyz.
Why does this keep happening to me?
Wait, wait, is this a joke?
Or am I really the new host?
Yeah, why not?
You're young, good-looking, you can dance, and you don't have a stupid accent,
(british accent) Which I'm pretty sure is fake.
Okay. I got your text. "Meet me in the dressing room and B-T-W-I-T-I-K-L-B".
What does that mean?
Just what it says.
"Meet me in dressing room, and by the way I think I killed Lance's bird".
What am I going to do?
Uh, mouth-to-beak resuscitation?
Is that even a thing?
I don't know!
Besides, I'm too busy freaking out. What if they pick Ty instead of me?
Hey! How do you like my new dressing room?
And why are there feathers everywhere?
Okay, first, why do you have a dressing room?
And second, CeCe killed a bird.
Allegedly!
Okay, here's the deal. Phil approached me and said my
sparkling personality should be featured more prominently.
So he fired Lance and made me the new host.
Really?
No, I just picked the right time for some crudites.
But the good news is, now you get the last dancer's spot!
That's great! We're going to be on the show together!
Wait! Lance is fired? That means that I don't have to worry about the bird!
(All whooping)
(Chuckling)
The only thing I hate more than dancing kids is happy dancing kids.
We get it, you're grumpy but lovable.
The important part is, there's one open spot, and Rocky's getting it.
Rocky's not getting it.
Okay, I take that back. You're just grumpy.
But why?
Look, kid, you're good, but I want fresh faces.
I already brought back CeCe and that blonde weirdo girl.
It's nothing personal. It's business.
I'm not gonna be on the show. How did this even happen?
Rocky, I'm not doing Shake It Up, Chicago without you.
- I'm going to quit. - Yeah. I'll quit too. This isn't right.
No, you're not going to quit, okay?
It's bad enough that I'm not gonna be on the show,
I'm not gonna be responsible for you two not doing it either.
But what are you going to do?
I don't know.
But, it's okay. I'll be fine.
What a rotten day.
I just need my feathered friend to cheer me up.
Where is he?
Harold? Harold?
Harold!
Oh.
Welcome to the all-new Shake It Up, Chicago!
I'm your all-new host, Ty Blue.
Now, give it up for your all-new Shake It Up, Chicago dancers
as they kick off this show with these boots are made for Walkin'!
(Audience cheering)
♪ You keep saying you got something for me.
♪ Something you call love. But confess...
♪ You've been texting girls you shouldn't have been texting.
♪ Now someone else is getting all your best.
♪ These boots are made for walking.
♪ And that's just what they'll do.
♪ One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.
♪ Are you ready, boots?
♪ Start walking.
♪ Start walking. Are you ready, boots?
♪ Start walking.
♪ You keep chattin' oh, when you shouldn't have been chattin'.
♪ Blah, blah, blah.
♪ And you keep thinking that you'll never get burnt.
♪ I've just found me a brand new pair of boots, yeah.
♪ And now I know you just ain't gonna learn.
♪ These boots were made for walking.
♪ And that's what they'll do.
♪ One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.
♪ Are you ready, boots?
♪ Start walking.
♪ Are you ready, boots?
♪ Start walking.
(Audience cheering)
Ty: (On TV) Hey, give it up for our Shake It Up, Chicago dancers.
We'll be right back after this.
You okay, honey?
Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm just really happy for Ty.
(Weak squawking)
What is that? Is that a balding bird?
What happened to you, little birdy?
(Squawking) Where'd all your feathers go?
(Screaming)
(Squawking)
Harold! You're alive!
Ooh! And mad!
What did you do, Ty, feed him the yellow bits?
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