I Carlie Wingin' It

I think I got a bite.

-ALARM BEEPS

-Sweet. Denise. I got to go.

No! I need two players to kill this giant mackerel.

Sorry, dude. Denise awaits.

All right. Finish this game with me, I'll beam you there.

-All right.

-So how's that going?

-Good!

I can relax, be myself around her.

It's date number three, which beats my record...by three.

This mackerel's getting the better of us!

SINKING SOUND EFFECT

Argh! Seaweed!

Good luck with your date.

You're home early. How'd it go?

How do you think it went?

Ha-ha! What happened to you?

Come on. Tell me!

Hey, check it out. Snag N Dash had a 2 for 1 wiener combo special. Sweet!

-Think fast.

-Um, it's not even wrapped!

Erm, eco-friendly.

I thought we were going to that romantic bistro?

Nope. And with the money I saved,

we can get more balls at the driving range.

You said we were going indoor ice-skating.

Driving range. Ice-skating.

They're next to each other so we can do what we want.

Actually, I'll just go to the arcade. Do you have change?

I'm joking! The arcade only takes tokens.

No wonder you don't get many dates. You're completely clueless.

You put no effort into planning this at all! It's all shortcuts!

Hey, if we cut through those shrubs, we can make it to the range sooner.

-And I bet we find a few balls, too.

-What are you talking about?

Would you not chew with your mouth open?!

-You don't get girls at all.

-I got you, didn't I?

Get this.

Arghhhhhhhh!

# Let's give it one more shot

# Let's give it everything we got

# Cos if we get it right

# We will surely conquer the world

# I got my wish from an angel

# Now we're wingin' it all the time

# I'm giving wings to an angel

# On the wings of an angel

# Now we've got to learn to fly. #

Porter, do something!

Sorry, bud. An AIT can't undo another AIT's magic.

But...I can help you accessorise.

OK, look. My mum's going to freak out when she sees me

-and Becky's going to have a field day.

-Tell them it's for drama class.

There's my sister! That's a great colour on you, Carly.

Carly, here are the tights you asked me to buy.

They'll look great on you.

I guess Denise's magic makes the world see you as a girl.

They think I'm a girl?!

Anyway, you got the legs for it, Carly.

This is what I get for dating an Angel In Training.

Denise is trouble.

-I hate to say I told you so.

-No, you don't.

Yeah, you're right, I love to say it. I told you so.

Man, look at me! This is more humiliating

than when I got my foot stuck in the toilet

and janitor Jenkins slathered my leg with butter.

-"Bathroom Boy Gets Buttered Up".

-My third buttering that semester.

-Stop dropping your phone in the toilet.

-Stop texting me so much.

-Hey, Carly. That skirt is very matchy-match.

-What?

Matchy-match - it's so yesterday-yesterday.

I need a Brittany-English dictionary.

-I don't understand girl-talk.

-It's not that.

-You just don't understand girls.

-Denise, change me back right now!

-Brittany was right, that outfit needs work.

-Denise!

-Well, looks like I'll just have to make this work.

-You go, girl.

You keep on going, girl.

All right!

And I need to save money for university, which is why I was

excited when I saw this job ad for associate public relations manager.

-I'd like to apply. Here's my CV.

-You mean the sheet with stuff you did?

-We're out of parmesan.

-Alex, since when do you work at Mama B's?

I didn't tell my friends that I worked at the pizza place cos

they'd bug me for the one thing all teenagers crave...

sugar packets!

Alex put in a strong recommendation for you,

-so I'll give you an interview.

-Great! An interview is all I ask.

-I thought you wanted a job.

-That too!

-Can you work weekends?

-Yes. Even long ones.

-Eight, nine days. Whatever it takes.

-Most people just say three days.

-Impressive. What's your favourite pizza?

-Mama B's.

Most people say Don Latello's from down the street.

Must be because they use real meat.

-Give us your impression of a pizza.

-Well, let's see.

A pizza is saucy, and spicy...

No, Jane. We need your pizza impression.

OK, erm...

# I'm a pizza, look at me

# Hey, hey, hey, hey. #

Her pepperoni is good but her mozzarella's weak.

Congratulations. You have the job of associate public relations manager.

-Welcome to the Mama B's team.

-This is everything I've ever wanted.

Not exactly what I wanted.

Free pizza.

The Bennett Bears aren't producing on offence,

and we all know that the best offence is a good defence.

Oh, that's cute. Wrong! But cute.

Here's how Serge sees it.

The Bennett Bears aren't producing on offence,

-and we all know the best offence is a good defence.

-Ugh!

I just said that myself!

I feel so shut down. I know sports. I don't play them, but I know them.

-Eyes up here, boys!

-Don't be paranoid.

As hot as I am, Porter, it's impossible not to be paranoid.

Carly! I hope to see good things from you in today's scrimmage.

I want more flicking, and fewer free hits. I'm bumping you up to A squad.

OK, look. Just so we're both clear, what sport am I playing exactly?

Ha-ha, good one, Carly.

No other sport requires a sense of humour like field hockey!

You are my new first-rate starter. See you on the field!

Wow. Did you hear that, Porter?

-At least Carly plays sports, unlike Carl.

-I'm on a sports team.

Yeah, a girls' sports team.

A sports team is a sports team. Trophies have no gender.

Free pizza! Try Mama B's!

Unlimited napkins, bottomless sodas and meatless meats!

Oh!

This costume isn't very bendy.

Need a hand?

Thanks.

I've seen you at Bennett High.

-Yeah, I'm Jane. Jane Casey.

-You can call me Alfie.

You want a free pizza coupon?

Thanks.

You know, they say pizza's better the next day,

but you're looking good right now.

See ya, deep dish.

Free pizza! Free pizza!

You're going down, Carly.

We're on the same team!

If you want to sleep on the field, bring a pillow.

Huh! Keep the elbows down! Man, these girls are warriors.

I've been looking all over for you. Obviously you're avoiding me.

Because I knew you'd give me a hard time!

-Oh, and why would that be?

-No idea.

Well, maybe you're messing with my AIT assignment.

Oh, yeah. That's right.

That's hacking, Melissa. Somebody call hacking. Obstruction!

Where's the umpire?

Carl wanted to understand girls and this is what he got.

Besides, it's harmless fun.

Take that, Carly!

I'm hurt! Coach! Where's the coach?

Hope you're enjoying your latte, Coach.

It's tea!

Lemon zinger!

Get up, girl!

Oh, what was that about no-one getting hurt?

Here...use this ice so it doesn't swell.

Hey, Carly, are you OK? Let Serge take care of you.

I know where they keep the water.

Denise, you were right, It ain't easy being a lady,

and I've learned my lesson. I also got two assists.

-I would've had three, if it wasn't for MELISSA!

-Suck an egg, Carly!

-I think it's time to turn Carly back into Carl.

-Pleeease!

Oh, how can I resist that sweet, girly face? OK, you got it, Missy.

What?! Erm...oops.

Oops? That's never a good word.

-No "oops", no "oops"!

-I can't turn you back into a guy!

You're the worst!

Well, look at that.

"Carly will not turn back into Carl

-"until he FULLY understands being a girl."

-So, never!

Carly! Carly. I found the water, couldn't find the cups.

I'll get you an energy drink.

Can you find it in your heart to consider me

for a non-goofy-costume duty? Something less cheesy?

-Good pun. You're promoted.

-Really? Cos of my hard work?

No, cos we ran out of coupons, but if you want to think that,

fine by me. You can start working behind the counter.

Here's your apron, and here's your boss,

-Alex?

-I'm firm, but fair.

-I have a coupon.

-What can I get you? Panzerotti, calzone?

I'll have a sweet chilli Thai on a thin cheesy crust.

Alex, one sweet chilli slice.

Alex, is something wrong?

Jane, at Mama B's we're required to sing the orders.

-Didn't you get the memo?

-What memo?

-Don't make me sing!

-Just sing from your diaphragm.

CLEARS HER THROAT

# Ordering a large, sweet chilli Thai

# on a cheese... #

Jane, sing it like you mean it!

# A large sweet chilli Thai on a chee-e-esy crust!

# Mama B's! #

Hey, yo, Carly! I was thinking about sports

and your face popped into my mind.

-OK.

-What I'm trying to say is that Serge was made for you.

Also sports. But mostly for you.

You know, Serge, there's something I've got to go grab from my locker.

Yo, Carly!

So, Serge is crushing on Carly?

-That's an unexpected turn of events.

-What are you going to do about it?

I'm going to move closer to get a better view of the funny.

You gotta help Carl understand girls so he can go back to being a boy.

Arrrgh! I hate when she does that.

-Hey, Alfie. You look hungry.

-I'm always hungry.

-I'll just have the usual.

-Jane, where's your hairnet?

It made me look like a mushroom and it's really embarrassing.

It's the rules. Tent that hair.

The usual, coming up.

-There you go. Enjoy, Alfie.

-Er, just FYI...

-..I think my pizza needs a haircut.

-Oh, I'm so sorry.

-It was a joke!

-Jane, I like you, I like your hair,

and I like pizza, but the combination just isn't working.

-What are you saying?

-Jane Casey, you're fired.

-I'm fired?!

-Yeah. But on the way out, take the garbage.

Don't beam away again. You need to change Carl back.

I lost Serge. Maybe he's writing Carly a poem.

"Serge loves you, oh, yes, he do."

-I think you lost your mind mid-beam.

-You guys seen Carly?

-No, sorry.

Serge thinks Carly's playing hard to get. Serge likes.

An inexperienced AIT like you should not be doing gender magic.

But it's so fun!

Mayday, Serge is in hot pursuit, I just lost him.

Man, it's not easy being a girl.

-Aw, look at my little Carly.

-You need to learn empathy.

And you need to learn to lighten up!

Really?!

-Well, that's how I cut loose. How do you like it, Denny?

-Oh, man.

More like, "oh, boy".

-Why did you do this, Porter?

-You should have shown restraint.

Look, one date and you changed him into a girl.

-We had hotdogs in a parking lot.

-You know he meant well!

-Hot dogs!

He messed up. But that magic can't be reversed until he understands

what it's like to be a girl. That may never happen!

You're a guy's girl, so I thought we could go to the dance.

We'll treat it like a work-out.

-I... Hey, is that a shark?

-Nice try, but I know there's no sharks here.

-Sorry, you lose, you can't go with Carly. She's going with me.

-I am?!

Oh, that's right! And you are..?

-Denny.

-Oh. I'll ask later.

Serge challenges Denny to an arm-wrestling match

-worthy of Carly's arm.

-You're on.

This'll be the easiest challenge I've won. And I win a lot.

It's almost magical.

On your mark, get set, go!

OK, here we go.

Denise didn't think this through. She's using her magic snap hand.

THEY STRAIN

Yes! Another arm-wrestle victory. That's 683 straight.

Serge takes Carly to the dance.

On the bright side, you're having a good hair day.

Don't you laugh. A lot of work goes into getting ready.

First, make-up, then hair and what to wear. It's complicated!

Good to see you trying hard, although obviously Serge's standards

aren't that high.

Check it out. Took less than a minute to look this good.

-Being a guy rocks!

-Yeah, no argument there!

Carly has wait for the mask to dry and she'll be another three hours.

KNOCKING

That must be Serge - I'm nowhere near ready!

Serge is all wrong for Carly. He's got her stressed out and anxious.

-Their date is going to be a disaster.

-You realise you're actually a girl?

-You're jealous of Serge.

-I can't help it!

When someone upsets my Carly... Carl, it upsets me.

-This is getting too weird.

-KNOCKING

Hi, Serge. Carly's still getting ready cos she wants to look amazing.

Don't ask me why, considering how you look.

-Serge does the best with what he has.

-We can't all be princes.

-What are your intentions with Carly?

-To take her to the dance

-and not step on her feet.

-A practical guy. You may enter.

-Yes!

Wow, you are full of beauty!

-Hey, Denny.

-Serge.

-Well, after you, my little lady of beauty.

-Ooh!

-They look good.

-She looked better with me.

-Right(!)

Alex, I'm so sorry for messing up.

It's OK. There's a new pepperoni slinger in town.

Boss, we're all out of jalapenos... Hey, Jane!

He's not as good at singing the orders, but his attitude is great.

Any tips for a new employee?

Um... People who ask for extra cheese really mean it.

Don't skimp or you'll get complaints. What else...

-You could tell me you find me as cute as I find you?

-Really?

-Will you go to the dance with me?

-I would, but I'm on duty.

Alex, could you let Alfie go for a few hours?

-That's against the rules.

-What if you were to fire him?

-But he's Employee Of The Week.

-Fire him for a few hours,

-then rehire him.

-Oh, I get it. Alfie, you're fired. See you tomorrow.

POP MUSIC PLAYS

# I do it again, just do it again

# I did again, one more round cos it's my thing

# My thing, my thing I do it again... #

Awesome, this dance rocks! Look at all these dancers!

And I'm with the hottest girl here.

Cool, my cronies are here.

-Hey, where are you going?

-To say hi to my bros. I'll be back soon.

-Can you at least get me a snack?

-Probably.

There is no better food in the world than free food.

Then you've been lucky this week - at the dance, at Mama B's!

Why do you think I got a job there? Hey, veggie slice!

Nice mushrooms.

Takes you a long time to say hi, Serge. It sucks being ignored.

That's why I gave each crony 20 minutes of face time.

Got your snack - incoming!

-Thanks. There's no ketchup on it.

-It's on the table, help yourself.

-Forget it.

-Forgotten! This song rocks, let's dance!

Serge, can we sit this dance out? I'm really hungry,

it took me hours to get ready, I haven't had a chance to eat.

You can eat later. Come on!

Woah!

Serge, you're going to give me whiplash.

Jane, where did you go?

You seem more into the pizza than me. I thought you liked me,

-but I can't compete with pizza.

-I was just joking.

I'm full of jokes. I'm also full of pizza.

What I'm hungry for is your company.

Oh. Free slice?

I'll pass. I'd rather dance with you.

Man, these drinks are fattening!

Whoo! Woosh.

No, that's it. Enough!

Playing hard to get again. Serge likes. Again.

-Denny, where's your date?

-I'm flying solo tonight.

Come on, you could have got any girl to go with you.

Nope. Turns out the girl I liked was going with Serge.

All right, time for the spotlight dance!

Who do I pick? Go spotlight!

Oh, look! I'm back in the spotlight! As usual!

Look, I know why you turned me into a girl.

I'm on the other side of a bad date with Serge - he's not even trying!

That's a drag. May I have this dance?

I don't think so. My heels are killing me.

Like you have a choice, Carly.

My spotlight!

-Come on, don't be such a girl.

-Hey! Nothing wrong with being a girl!

# I wish your arms could hold me tight

# It's hard to be so far away

# I've lasted for a year on my own

# Knowing that you're waiting for me... #

Oh, who are we watching?

-It's a spotlight dance.

-It's my date!

Hey, that's my date!

So, want me to teach Serge a lesson? Turn him into a girl?

Nah. I just want to concentrate on you.

# Five, six, seven

# Days till I get home

# Days till I get home... #

Serge feels a hole in his heart where a girl used to be.

Girl he doesn't remember the name of.

Hey, what's your name?

Now you two know what it's like to walk in each other's shoes.

-I guess we do.

-Join the club.

I'm starving, let's eat.

One of you two is buying!

-Whoa!

-Ugh!

Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd

E-mail [email protected]