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All right, everybody.
This is the segment in the show
where you get to follow along.
That's right.
It's time to shake it like the Shake It Up, Chicago! dancers.
So get off that couch, get on your feet
and learn the hottest dance in the country,
Twist My Hips.
See? It's so easy, anybody can do it.
Uh, Gary, not anybody.
Yeah. Are you doing the dance
or do you have to go to the bathroom?
A little of both.
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♪ 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 till you rock it We can't take it no more
♪ Bring the lights up, bust the doors down
♪ Dust yourself off Shake it up, shake it up
♪ DJ set it off, take it up a notch
♪ All together now, shake it up, shake it up
♪ Sh-sh-sh-shake it up You got to change it up
♪ And when you've had enough Sh-sh-sh-shake it up
♪ Bring the lights up, bust the doors down
♪ All together now, shake it up, shake it up
♪ Shake it up ♪
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Who's my little Deucey-woosy?
I'm your little Deucey-woosy.
Who's my Dina-weena?
Uh oh, I think I'm going to pukey-wooky.
Enough with the baby talk,
the holding hands and the hugging.
Yeah, I want a boyfriend.
Me... Me, too.
Aw!
Dina! Dina! It's your mommy.
Dina! Dina!
Ma, what are you doing?
You left your lunch box at home.
Hi, Rocky. Hi, Cece.
All right, thanks, Ma. You can go now.
Well, as long as I'm here,
I thought I would hand out invitations to your birthday party.
Wait, um, Dina, I thought you said
you weren't gonna have a birthday party this year.
Yeah, I thought I said that, too.
Oh, kill me, I want to make a nice party for my kid.
Which makes you such a good mother.
So kind, so caring, so thoughtful.
Uh, she does know your name isn't right?
Seriously, Ma?
You're not inviting my boyfriend to the party I didn't want?
It's not for another two weeks.
I was hoping you might meet somebody decent by then.
You know I'm right here?
For now.
Ooh, ooh, look, the rooftop of the Montgomery Hotel.
Sounds elegant.
That's the problem.
My mom always throws the party she wants.
Yeah, you don't strike me as an elegant girl.
Thank you!
I just want a simple party,
but she always goes overboard.
Well, then, why don't you just tell your mom what you want?
She never listens to me. She's so pushy.
Oh, don't pushy people like that just drive you crazy?
Yes, they do.
Dina, what you need to do is stand up to your mom.
I don't think I can.
You know what you need?
You need someone to be there with you for emotional support.
You'd do that for me, baby?
No, but Rocky and Cece will.
I'll get it, Mom!
Salutations, young chum,
who reads at the same level as my dog.
Hello, weirdo genius,
who can build a rocket ship,
but still hasn't learned how to keep his fly up.
Hey, Henry, check out my sweet new robot.
Found it in the garbage. Score.
I am Fizzbang. I want to be your best friend.
That's pretty much all he says,
but it's cool, don't you think?
I once built a robot that the army took away and won't give me back,
but yours is good, too.
Want to meet my sister at the park and shoot hoops?
Okay.
Want to go to the park and watch me shoot hoops
while you catalogue insects?
Now you're talking.
I am Fizzbang. I want to be your best friend.
That's okay. You can hang out with Mr. Wubby.
Bye, Mom!
Looks like it's just you and me, Mr. Wubby.
Correction, looks like it's just me.
Why does Dina's mom hate me?
Dude, I got science in half an hour.
I don't have that kind of time.
You know what? I'm not even going to worry about it.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
You should worry about it.
See, if the dad hates you, you're a rebel.
But if the mom hates you,
bring the jelly, 'cause you are toast.
So how do I get Dina's mom to like me?
Find out her favorite video game,
buy it, then invite her over to play.
That's how you got me to like you.
Why do I even bother?
Okay. Look, ladies love dancing.
When you're at the party, dance with the mom.
One problem. I can't dance.
You were dancing yesterday in PE.
I wasn't dancing, a bee flew up my gym shorts.
Okay, I'll teach you to dance.
Do me a favor.
No more stories about things in your gym shorts.
Dina, don't be nervous.
When you talk to your mom, just remember to poo.
Excuse me?
Poo. P.O.O.
P, plead for what you want.
O, only take yes for an answer.
O, cry if all else fails.
Um, wait, wouldn't that be P. O.C., like, "poc"?
Yeah, but poo sticks in your head.
I'll take your word for it.
All right, it's go time.
Ma, about my party,
Cece and Rocky have something to tell ya.
You forgot to poo.
What is going on?
Um, the thing is, I mean, what Dina was trying to say was,
Cece has something to tell you.
Okay, look. Um, Dina's not really into how you're planning her birthday.
It's like this every year.
It's never right.
Hey, you know her, maybe you can help me.
Oh, no, no, no, I don't think we should get involved.
Oh, please, please, you have to. I'm begging you.
Yeah, but we're so busy with school and dancing on the show...
I am not leaving here until I have a commitment from the two of you.
I really don't think we should do this.
Really, no. No.
Please, would you just help a mother
to make her daughter smile on her birthday?
I don't understand why that is such a big deal.
You can't just let me a...
Fine. Okay.
Thank you, girls. I'll see you at the hotel tomorrow at four.
What just happened?
Well, let's see.
She pleaded, she would only take yes for an answer,
and she cried when all else failed.
We just got pooed.
The apartment's been ransacked!
My papers! Two years of research, destroyed!
Papers-shmapers.
Someone tore up Mr. Wubby.
He's my favorite toy.
Who would do this?
I am Fizzbang.
I got lonely and then I got mad.
Fizzbang did it. Quick, do something!
Okay,
I suggest that we do three months of observation,
followed by an analysis of the research
and then we apply for a grant...
Just take out its battery, genius!
I was hoping for something more challenging,
but that works, too.
Fizzbang, look over there!
Put me down, let me go.
Hey.
What's wrong?
There is no battery.
It shouldn't even be functioning.
Maybe that's because he was sent here from outer space
to destroy humanity.
Your imagination is running wild.
Let's just take off his head and see what's going on in there.
Ow!
On second thought...
Okay, Dina's party.
I'm thinking a Jane Austen theme party
where everyone's in period costume
and there's strolling violins and people waltzing.
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Okay.
Mrs. Garcia, all Dina wants is her friends,
some pizza, some good music, and a little dancing.
That is not special.
But Dina doesn't want special.
Haven't you met Deuce?
Who?
Oh.
Look, Dina wants her party to be understated.
No, what she said was, "Keep it simple."
But let's not quibble.
Quibble. Bam! Vocab word!
Somebody owes me a quarter!
Simple, huh?
So, no orchestra, no waltzing,
not even a theme?
Because they offer great packages here.
You can have a... Uh, you can have Broadway,
superheroes, a circus party?
No. No themes, because...
Wait, did you say circus parties?
Look at this. They have clowns, trapeze artists,
a human pretzel that can bite his own butt.
No, Rocky, remember, simple.
There is no reason to...
Ooh, Hawaiian Luau!
How cute would I look in a grass skirt?
And they have hula dancers.
And how cute would I look in a grass skirt?
Yeah, but, uh, I want the circus.
Yeah, but, uh, I want the Hawaiian Luau.
Circus. Luau.
Circus. Circus. Luau. Luau.
Girls, girls, girls.
Why choose when you can have both?
Bigger is better.
Hawaiian Circus it is!
You're the best mommy ever!
Mommy! Yes!
Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy.
Care to dance, big boy?
How do we start?
Let me see.
Watch you two dance
or deal with an evil robot from outer space?
See ya!
You know what?
Toast to us for throwing
the best Hawaiian Circus party ever!
And for looking so great while doing it.
Hey, there's Dina's mom. Now's your time to make an impression.
I can't. What do I say? What do I do?
What if I burp? I'm a nervous burper.
You think too much. Just go say, "Hi."
Ow, my foot.
Don't you say "excuse me?"
Uh, Garlic?
Who eats garlic before a party?
Hey, Dina! How great is this?
Yeah, everyone is having the best time.
Not everybody.
Wait, who's not having fun?
The clown? Oh, don't worry, that sad face,
yeah, it's painted on.
No, me!
This is exactly the kind of over-the-top party I didn't want.
Boy, it is going to be awkward
if she pops out of the volcano cake with that attitude.
Um, hey, Dina. Can we sit and talk to you for a second?
Fine. Just don't look up. Learned that the hard way.
Whoa! Whoa!
Uh, you guys can take five.
Look, we're really sorry about the party.
Yeah, I guess we just kind of got carried away,
and instead of making your dream party,
we made our dream party.
And, even though we could put some of the blame on your mom,
the two of us are totally culpable.
Culpable! Bam! Vocab word! Another quarter!
I guess I should just suck it up
and go pretend to have fun.
Yeah, like I do when Rocky takes me to the library.
Hey!
"What shade of blush looks best on Cece? " is no picnic either.
Either one sounds better than this.
But we can't just leave and go to another party.
Yes, we can.
I have a plan and it's infallible.
Infallible! Bam! That's three quarters.
A whole dollar.
Hmm, these do not seem like real housewives to me.
Are you sure these undies will protect my cranium?
No, genius. But I had to have some fun today.
Prepare to initiate operation Robot Eradication.
I don't know what you're saying, but I enjoy your enthusiasm.
On three, we get him.
One,
two...
Die, evil space robot that makes me question the laws of science!
Three!
Looking for me?
We need... We need something stronger!
You are weak, I am strong.
I think that baseball is defective.
Yeah. That's the problem.
I got an idea. My protection!
Can't get... Ow! Oh.
It's over, Flynn. It's over.
It's possible that we just saved the world.
We should get some kind of award.
Like a Nobel Peace Prize?
Or a yo-yo.
How about a new best friend?
Hello!
Got it. Got it.
Okay, everybody, we're gonna do the cool new dance
called Twist My Hips.
So, we want all of you to get your grass skirts on the dance floor.
Including you, Ms. Garcia.
Oh, I can't do the dances you young people do today.
Uh, of course you can. Anyone can do this dance.
Hit it. Okay.
Five, six, seven, eight and...
Whirl! Whirl! Oh, yeah.
Uh-huh. Up, down. Up, down.
Whoo! Go, Garcia!
Wow, this is fun.
I'm twisting parts of my body I forgot I even had.
Gross, Ma.
Uh-huh.
Uh, keep facing forward. Oh, no!
Oh. You have to face forward.
Oh, I didn't know. Okay, I didn't know.
I'm like a regular Paula Abdul.
Yeah. Yeah, you are.
We love that about you.
You keep dancing.
Okay. Yeah!
Whoo.
Oh, yeah. Uh-huh. Come on. Go Garcia!
Wow.
Was I that bad?
So, Dina, are you having a good time?
Let's see, I don't have to deal with my mom's party schedule,
there's no freaky clowns or hula dancers,
and I just get to hang out with my friends.
It's the best party I've ever been to.
Whoo!
Wow. She is very easy to please.
No wonder why she sticks with you, Deucey-woosy.
Hey!
What is going on here?
Ma, how'd you know we were here?
I called Deuce.
Deuce!
What? I needed the brownie points.
The woman calls me...
I throw you a lovely party and you thank me by leaving?
For this?
But Dina wasn't having any fun at the other party.
I thought it was fun.
Well, so did we. But it doesn't matter
because it's not our birthday, it's Dina's.
Wait. You can't talk to my mother like that,
but I can.
What they said,
but with the subtext that you're my mom and I love ya.
Oh, I love you too, sweetie.
I'm going to listen better.
There's one thing I want to keep from the old party.
Deuce, my husband is from Cuba.
I'm from Jersey. My maiden name is Bernstein.
What are you saying?
Words are not necessary.
Let us speak the international language of the tango. Hit it.
Well, Deuce, I'm very impressed with your dance skills.
That's what I was going for.
I've never met a guy who could dance the girl's part.
Ty!
Rocky. The tango!
Fizzbang destroy. Fizzbang destroy.
I know important people.
The Black Eyed Peas.
Hey!
It's over.
You know, scientifically speaking,
a possible theory is that the entire incident was nothing more
than a shared dream-state hallucination.
Or Fizzbang can't be destroyed
because he is an evil alien machine from another galaxy!
That was my next theory.
I am Fizzbang. I want to be your best friend.
Shouldn't we warn him?
You know Ferb is a genius. You know genius.
♪ sh-sh-sh-shake it up! Shake it up! ♪
Sync by Hana.Bean www.Itfriend.VN www.Addic7ed.com