Friday Afternoon Fever Wingin' It

Porter Jackson, we are so ready for the school dance-a-thon.

-Outlast, outstep...

-Outdance, and we make a great combo.

One of us is for sure going to go the distance.

Plus, Jane's determined to win so she can donate her money to charity.

Brittany's desire will fuel her footwork.

And we've got moves that just won't quit.

FUNKY MUSIC PLAYS

-Who's quit?

-They don't quit.

-No, no, keep going.

-Oh, Jane, Brittany, your partners have arrived.

-They have! Hi, Serge.

-Hi, Alex.

-Hey, team!

I kept my feet asleep all week,

so they'll be able to stay up extra late today.

Just make sure you keep your feet behind me in our victory photo.

I thought me, you, Porter and Brittany were a team.

Miscommunication, you and Porter are out and Serge and Alex are in.

Why would Jane kick us out the dance team?

Now we're out of the dance-a-thon.

-We need to show her up.

-How?

Form our team, find two girls that share our energy,

charm and dance-atude.

Or the Stern sisters.

Could work.

# Let's give it one more shot Let's give it everything we've got

# Cos if we get it right, we will surely conquer the world! Hey!

# I've got my wings from an angel

# Now we're wingin' it all the time

# I'm giving wings to an angel Always an angel

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

Hey, the Stern sisters!

Thank you for joining our dance team last minute.

Jane cut Porter and I right before this dance-a-thon started.

You guys have any go-to dance moves?

Nice, the, er, pigeon!

-Low on physical exertion, high on energy conservation.

-We're doomed.

No, we'll be fine. Trust me.

Jane'll rue the day she kicked us off the dance team. Rue the day.

Mr Dolby, I don't recall seeing your name

on the list of dance-a-thon chaperones.

I'm not a chaperone.

I'm competing against friction and gravity

by converting my potential energy into kinetic energy.

Er, Mr Dolby, keep your kinetic energy static.

-This is for students only.

-I'm a chaperone who dances as well.

-Mm-hm.

Oh, it's show time!

Welcome to the 35th Annual Bennett High Dance-a-thon!

CHEERING

If you stop dancing for three seconds,

you are disqualified from the competition.

Last person standing wins 200 for their team.

CHEERING

Good luck to one and all of you. Bust moves, Bennett Bears, hit it!

MUSIC PLAYS

-Nice moves, Porter. Carl(!)

-Thought she was mad at you too.

Nobody can stay mad at Porter Jackson.

-Hey, watch that booty of yours.

-Oh, just give up now, Janey.

The sisters are balls of energy. ..Oh, come on.

Disqualified? What about the pigeon?

Looks like it's just you and Porter. That's four legs to our eight.

I like my odds.

I'm going to dance you into the ground.

-Why are you being so mean?

-Me?

You kicked us off the team for no reason, no reason at all.

-No reason?

-Name one!

-Carl, you missed my birthday.

RAP MUSIC PLAYS

Flexibility's the key to dance-a-thon domination.

-Doesn't hurt to do it with style.

-We don't want to embarrass ourselves.

-PHONE RINGS

-Ha-ha.

-You hear something?

-No, man. Only this killer beat, yo!

-Yeah.

PHONE CONTINUES TO RING

RINGING TONE

'Hey, you've reached Carl Montclaire's phone.

'Well, actually it's Becky's. Leave a message anyway.'

We were practising for the dance-a-thon,

to take your team to victory.

Jane, you have stopped dancing for three seconds

so you are out of the dance-a-thon.

-But...um, I was doing a freeze move.

-Nice try.

"No freeze moves"? Oh-h!

You miss my birthday and get me disqualified.

What will my charities say?

I started my own charity where I raise money

and I give an equal share to a bunch of charities.

I call it "equal share-ity".

One for you, one for you, one for you, two for you...

-Jane, I didn't mean to...

-Suck an egg.

-Oh, Principal Malone.

-Mm.

-I have the next song for you to play right here.

It's my latest single - Heartbreak Your Heart.

I already have a playlist set for the entire dance-a-thon.

Don't want to mess the flow, you know.

-But if nobody hears my song, then no-one's going to buy my song.

-Yeah.

I don't need Principal Malone.

I'm going to get my song out there without or without his help,

even if it means buying MP3 players,

uploading my songs onto them,

returning them to the store so other people will buy them.

Yikes, you forgot Jane's birthday,

then you got her disqualified, you've got to make it up to her.

-Yeah, but what can I do?

-Magic her birthday to tomorrow.

That may rip in the space-time continuum

and unravel the fabric of the universe, but I'm game if you are!

I could win this dance-a-thon and donate my share

-of the money to Jane's charity.

-Yeah.

Regain her friendship and donate money. Great idea.

How am I going to win? I'm out of breath.

Well, you could use a little magical assistance,

a pep in your step.

Wow! What did you do? I feel lighter.

I gave you unstoppable dance magic -

you can dance non-stop without getting tired.

My feet have a mind of their own.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to exit this little competition.

One, two, three...

-Porter Jackson, you're out!

-No-o! Good luck, bud.

Rodriguez, you're out!

You, you, out!

You're out!

You, out!

-And that's three.

-Oh-h! You just heartbroke my heart!

CRIES OF SURPRISE

CHEERING

You're out.

-I take it it's just me and you, Serge.

-Looks like it, Montclaire.

-You'll never outlast me.

-Yes, I will. Serge is an athlete, remember?

-He doesn't lose. Remember?

-All right, all the way, right now.

-Ha-ha, you're on!

-Come on, Serge, you can do it!

CROWD CHANTS: "Serge! Serge!"

-THUD! I broke my femur!

-Serge, you're out!

I declare the winner of this year's dance-a-thon to be Carl Montclaire!

CHEERING

Why's my name on a giant cheque, and on there so fast?

A mix-up in the office.

We printed cheques for everyone,

the teachers' wages are giant cheques.

So what are you going to do with your prize money there, Carl?

-Charity. Jane's "equal share-ity" charity to be exact.

-Carl! No way!

Happy belated birthday, Jane.

This gift is enough for the next ten birthdays.

-You're forgiven, Carl.

-Aw-w!

And on that beautiful note,

I declare this year's dance-a-thon to be over!

Oh, and Jane, happy belated birthday as well.

That dance magic really did the trick. Look at you go.

-Take it off before I pull a hamstring.

-Those dance moves

really helped with that cheque presentation.

Why is it not working?

Magic gone awry? Who would have thought?

Hey, you guys want to go to Mamma B's?

-Carl, why are you still dancing?

-The dance-a-thon got me hooked.

-Yeah, yeah, he's trying to break the world record.

-What?

-Yeah, what?

Hold your firing synapses!

Did you just say you're attempting to break a world record?

Yep, I'll smash it to bits.

I ask, because I happen to be

an officially-sanctioned world record judge.

Carl, I'll monitor your attempt

at breaking the world's record

for longest continuous dancing in your age group, 72 hours.

Only 68 more hours to go.

Well, this is exciting for Bennett High! Keep those feet moving, Carl!

Couldn't stop if I wanted to.

Anything in the angle textbook about getting this magic off me?

There's a tech support number on unstoppable dance magic.

I'll give that a try.

KEYPAD BEEPS REPEATEDLY

-That's a lot of numbers, man.

-It's a long, long distance call!

Hurry! I feel like a dancing monkey.

Mr Dolby won't stop looking at my feet.

'Thank you for calling Angel Tech Support.

'We currently have a high volume of calls.'

I'm on hold,

it'll just take a second.

'Your expected wait time is between three minutes and 500 years.'

It's all good.

-TOILET FLUSHES

-I don't know how he's doing it!

BELL RINGS

-Looking good, dance man.

-At what point will you start worrying?

Sorry, when do you EVER worry?

I started worrying a while ago. I don't show it cos it's annoying.

-Hello?

-'Angel Tech Support.'

-See, I just got through!

Listen, I've got a big problem.

'Please enter your angel wing number

'starting with the last four digits followed by the first nine.'

I'm an AIT, I don't have a wing number. I don't even have wings yet!

-'In that case, hold, please.'

-Forget it!

It'd be quicker if I went up there in person.

I can't believe you're still dancing!

Why do you care about the world record?

It's not just about the world record,

I'm trying to, er, raise awareness for your charity.

-How will dancing raise awareness for my charity?

-You're aware of it now.

Then why don't we raise that awareness to the next level?

People need to know about this!

Too bad I can't leave this trapezoid.

Our hands are tied. Good thought, though.

Unless we bring the awareness to you.

Is everybody ready?

Welcome to the Take A Stance And Dance charity telethon.

I'm your host Jane Casey.

We're here to see a boy, a dancer and a legend set the world record

for longest continuous dancing, teenage category, Carl Montclaire!

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Carl, why are you shaking your groove thing and dropping it like it's hot?

-I'm using my feet for charity, Jane.

-Namely the equal share-ity charity.

It's such a great cause, so give, give, give!

To verify that Carl sets the record,

please welcome science teacher Mr Dolby.

-Thanks, Jane.

-Carl has 7.5 hours to go. Do you think he can do it?

It's a tough record,

but he's motivated by being thrust into public scrutiny

through this hastily assembled telethon.

-I did manage to organise it quite quickly. Maybe

-I

-broke a record!

Hate to burst your bubble, Jane,

but the fastest telethon organiser has you beat by 14 minutes.

Let's get those donations pouring in, people. Operators are standing by.

-# My name is Brittany... #

-Erm, sure, you can mail in the cash.

I know they say not to, but that's fine. OK, bye-bye.

-# My name is Brittany... #

-What are you doing?

Shh! I have a caller and I'm playing my new single.

I don't think that's ...

PHONE RINGS Hello? Hello?

They hung up!

-I don't think you understand...

-I've got a live one!

Take A Stance And Dance, please hold. Beep!

BRITTANY'S SONG PLAYS

This is even more romantic. It's a true story.

Hello? Hello?

PHONE RINGS

PHONE RINGS

Hello, telephone dance-a-thon. Oh, hi, Edith! How are you?

-BRITTANY PLAYS HER SONG

-I'm good.

Carl, how long have I been gone?

Jane organised a telethon to support my efforts of breaking a record.

Why restrict my humiliation to the gym

when the whole city can see it on TV?

That's how long. What did Angel Tech Support tell you?

I didn't talk to them,

but I made it to the holding area and they gave me this.

-Is it an air freshener?

-No, a beeper that'll glow when it's my turn.

-Did you go to a busy restaurant or upstairs?

-Don't worry!

It'll glow any second then I'll figure out

how to get this dance magic off you. Cool! Look at that!

-Porter!

-Don't worry, just keep dancing.

I'll get this all figured out. Trust me.

What's the problem? Be quick about it.

I've got 4,200 other beepers to collect today. Go.

-I put unstoppable dancing magic on my AIT assignment.

-Aaargh!

-That sound does not instil confidence.

-Give her...

-Him.

-..him an unstoppable dance stopper elixir.

He drinks it, bada-bing, bada-boom, dance magic be gone!

Once he drinks it,

the exhaustion will hit him like a big hits a windshield.

-Pfffrrrt!

-That's a lot of exhaustion! It's been almost three days!

He's got to drink the unstoppable dance stopper elixir

before 72 hours pass or it won't take.

-Otherwise he'll be stuck dancing for ever?

-Mm-hm!

So, Principal Malone, how do our viewers request a dance from Carl?

Simply make a pledge - 20 for the robot, 30 for the worm.

Or what if we combined those two? The robotic worm!

That's got to be worth at least 50, it's two dances!

We just got a pledge for the robotic worm!

APPLAUSE

-Thanks. Got to go.

-You've got to stay.

That's just the first ingredient. It has to be mixed.

Oh, come on! Hurry! Carl is running out of time!

Robotic worm! Robotic worm!

I'm the robot worm. I come out when it rains.

Mr Dolby, how much longer does Carl have to dance

until he breaks the record?

27 minutes, as you can tell by the giant clock behind you,

which couldn't be more obvious if it were on your face.

I was just doing it for the viewers at home.

Sorry. Let's kick off these last few moments with a bang.

A local celebrity inspired by Carl has volunteered to perform.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the stage the musical stylings

of the sleek, the elegant, Brittany Hanson!

Wait, what?

# My name is Brittany and I'm just a normal teenage girl

# I'm not impressed with fancy things or flying round the world

# All I want is someone special to be mine for now

# I don't care about who, what, why, where or how

# There's just one thing for you to do so that I know you're true

# That it's just me and you... #

Carl. I've got the unstoppable dance magic stopper elixir

from Angel Tech Support.

Remember I used to think things like that were weird?

-I miss those days!

-Poor you, having an angel as a best friend(!)

-Drink this and you can stop dancing.

-Right after I break the record.

-No, drink it now!

-I'll save it for my victory drink.

Everyone's counting on me. I'm enjoying this!

You've got 30 seconds to drink this or it won't work!

You'll be stuck dancing for ever!

# Heartbreak my heart

# Heartbreak Heartbreak my heart... #

If I drink that stuff, will I be able to dance on my own?

Yeah, but you'll feel tired from the dancing you've already done.

But I've got 20 minutes before I break the world record!

Carl, forget the world record! Drink it!

Bye-bye, world record!

# Heartbreak my heart... #

Carl?

# Whenever, just heartbreak my heart

# My heart is yours to break... #

-Carl, are you OK?

-What's happening to him?!

Carl? Carl?

He's going down!

How will you catch the ball if you're sleeping? Don't fall asleep.

My charities are going to be so disappointed!

-Don't let gravity and friction win!

-I'm a sea monkey.

BOTH: Tick-tock, Carl. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.

I'm feeling sleepy.

-Do you think he'll make it?

-Are there seven flavours of quarks?

Sadly, no!

60 seconds and you're in the record books!

My legs... I can't feel my legs. They hurt.

-He's going to fall! Carl!

-Do not touch him!

He must achieve success independently.

If he falls, you must let him fall.

-Carl? Carl? Dance with me.

-I can't.

-Yeah, see?

-Thanks.

I lost feeling in my big toes about six minutes ago...

-I'm so sorry I missed your birthday.

-It's OK.

What you've done since is amazing!

-But I don't know if I can do this for you.

-Then don't do it for me.

You've come so far, you deserve this. Do it for yourself.

-Er, Carl...do the Watusi!

-What? I don't know that one.

Like this, stay with me, come on.

Come on, Carl. Power through the pain.

Ten, nine, eight, seven...

-A few more seconds.

-..six, five, four,

-three, two, one!

-BELL RINGS

Carl Montclaire has just broken the world record!

A blanket and a pillow, buddy. You deserve it.

-You did it!

-Hey, hey,

he's sleeping. Shh!

-Aw, this almost makes up for him missing my birthday.

-Almost?

-I'm kidding! It totally does!

-Birthday picture?

-Sure.

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