Live and Let Fly Wingin' It

-I haven't even had breakfast..

-You know what would make your back feel better? Walking off the kinks.

Oh yeah. I've got to help you with that big thing.

Ooh, big thing. Sounds...big.

I'm really nervous about pulling this off.

Look out! Dog poop at twelve o'clock.

-HE GROANS

-Sorry.

Thanks, Carl. My back has really put me out of it.

I'm sure Jane would jump at the chance to go to prom with you.

I hope so. I really want to do this right. Jane deserves it

and I want to impress her.

Don't worry, man. I'll be right here with you.

# 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 got my wings from an angel

# Now we're wingin' it all the time

# I'm giving wings to an angel

# The wings of an angel

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

Oh, boy, I'm nervous.

Just go for it. Who can resist the Montclaire charm?

I just hope I'm not too late.

-Hey, Jane.

-OK. Get in position.

I wanted to ask you something.

# I'm here to sing to you

# With this song and old soft shoe

# I'll sing and dance with pep

# I'm here to take the final step

# Carl Montclaire, you're the bomb

# I wanna take you

# Take you to the prom. #

No! I wanted to ask Jane to prom. But she beat me to it.

And how did she do it? With glitter and singing and tap-dancing!

And how was I going to do it? Jane plus Carl equals prom.

You never answered my prom invite. You are going with me, aren't you?

That's a big thing. It's huge. So, yeah, of course.

SHE SQUEALS

# I'm going to the prom With Carl Montclaire

# Time to go and get my hair

# Done. #

I wish someone would ask me to prom.

So, the reason I've called this staff meeting is so that we can decide

who's going to chaperone with me at the prom this year.

What's all this noise about needing chaperones? I'm not doing it!

-Yeah? Why's that?!

-I hate seeing my hard-core gym violated like that,

all frou-froued up. It's enough to turn a man off his lunch.

Speaking of lunch, Heinrich out.

I guess I've got to say it. Cassabi ought to do it.

He hasn't been pulling his weight lately.

I've been pulling my weight! Who did your cafeteria duty last week?

-I had anger management classes!

-Apparently not enough of them.

-You must not be a very good student.

-I'm the instructor. You want a piece of me?

-I will take you downtown.

-What are you going to do?!

-All the stuff they do downtown.

-You don't even know where to park.

-I'll take you on the bus.

-The number seven?!

-Doesn't go by my house.

-Enough with the downtown talk!

OK, I'm closing my eyes and counting to three.

One of you is going to step forward and volunteer for the chaperoning.

One.

Two.

Three.

Would the teachers please come back to the principal's office?

Oh, Carl! I'm glad I found you. This is a swatch of my dress fabric.

You have to get a tie to match. This is so exciting!

You don't look excited about the swatch.

No, no, the swatch is very exciting.

-Look at it! It's so...square.

-What's wrong, Carl?

-Nothing.

-Tell me.

-No.

-Tell me.

-No.

-Tell me.

-No.

-Tell me.

-No.

How many more tell me's do I need to do?

OK. It's just... I don't know. You asked me to prom

before I had a chance and I had this thing planned.

-You had a thing?!

-Yeah, yeah. I had this big thing planned.

It had lots of...I guess you'll never see it now, but that's OK.

No, that's not OK.

-Let's have a re-do.

-Hmm?

I'll pretend I didn't ask you, so you can ask me.

I can't wait to see what you do!

Neither can I.

See ya!

-Hey, Melissa.

-Hi, Serge.

-Are you game for being Serge's prom date?

Yes! Yes! Oh, I can't believe you asked me!

This is the happiest day of my life Everything is coming up Melissa.

You can cancel that ticket to Happyville, Melissa.

-Serge is coming to prom with me.

-He is?!

-He is?!

Serge wanted to go with Melissa. But Serge must have asked Brittany.

Serge doesn't remember asking Brittany. But Serge doesn't remember

not asking Brittany. This is a head scratcher.

Oh. I didn't know. It's OK. I've been working on my sad walks lately.

This is sad walk number five.

Ooh. Ah ah. Sad girl, I think you forgot your button.

Thanks.

Let's face it, Melissa is trying to date way, way out of her league.

Trust me, I'm doing her a favour. I'm such a good-doer.

Come on, Serge. We have a lot of campaigning to do. Take my arm!

Hey, Porter. What's with the locker yoga?

Just trying to work the knots out my back.

-..and expensive.

-Hey, Carl. Why so muttery?

Oh. I have a re-do on my prom proposal with Jane,

but her splashy, romantic invite is tough to beat.

Porter, could you magic me up some help?

-CRACKING

-My back officially put me out of commission.

Ooh, I could help! Can I help, please?

It might make me look good and speed up getting my AIT assignment.

Knock yourself out.

All right. It needs to be big and colourful and fun.

Oh wait! Yup!

-CRUNCH

-Ow!

Vote Brittany for prom queen.

Vote for me.

You run a mean promotional campaign, Brittany. Probably why

you're one of the finalists for prom queen.

What do you mean one of? I should be the "only-ist".

Why are you campaigning?

I like handing out things with my face on.

Here's another prom queen finalist.

-Jane Casey, congratulations!

-What?!

I'm flattered but that's the last thing I need on my resume.

My diverse background will be an asset here at the New York Times.

What's that? Oh, um... I was prom queen.

But that was a long time ago. What?!

I don't get the job?!

No!

-You sure this is going to work?

-Jane loves balloons. She's president

-of the after-school musical balloon club.

-Right. The Balloonie-toons.

I think the tank's out of helium.

No problem. One helium tank refill coming up.

-Thanks for helping with the prom decorations, Melissa.

-Yeah, yeah.

-Why so glum?

-No-one asked me to prom.

-What about Serge?

-I thought you liked each other?

-I guess he's going with Brittany.

Now all the boys are taken. If I see one more happy couple get together,

I don't know what I'll do.

Uh oh. Happy couple. Forgive me, Carl.

-IN A SQUEAKY VOICE

-Jane Casey.

IN A SQUEAKY VOICE What's wrong with your voice?

-What's wrong with my voice?!

-My voice isn't so hot either.

The helium tank is leaking!

I hope they don't find out about this upstairs.

-Jane.

-Can't this wait?

No, sorry. I'm going to have to insist.

You're asking me now?!

What better time than now to express my feelings!

Would you go to prom with me?

I'm sorry, Carl. No.

This was big, all right. A big disaster.

Welcome to my world.

-Carl! Wait up!

-Why?

Why would you want anything to do with me after that epic fail?

The way you asked me to prom was almost perfect!

It was so far from perfect

it would need a map to find moderately adequate.

It only wasn't perfect because I didn't say yes.

That pretty much capped it off. I know my thing didn't work out,

-but what you did was a little harsh.

-I know. I'm so sorry.

-Why would you say no?

-I didn't want to hurt Melissa's feelings.

If I see one more happy couple get together, I don't know what I'll do.

I just went from thinking Jane totally dissed me

to thinking Jane was the most awesome girl on the planet.

The fact she shot me down to protect Melissa makes me like her more.

You're always looking out for others, even when somebody's

-asking you to prom.

-Yes!

-Wait, was that a yes to helping others,

-or a yes you'll go to prom with me?

-Yes, I'd love to go to prom with you!

Attention, everyone. There can be only one prom king

and it's all up to you, Bennett High.

Look at all of Serge's kingly features...

his chiselled jawline, luscious hair and regal feet.

What more could you want in a king?

Hey! Hands off, missy. He's mine. That goes for all of you! Only the queen gets the king.

Don't forget to check my website for my prom dress colour scheme.

-Nobody wear anything that clashes with "fu-cheesier".

-Fuchsia.

Gesundheit.

She's walking sad walk number four.

Serge must follow his heart.

-He can't go to prom with Brittany.

-You know I can hear you?

Oh. Serge thought he was talking to himself.

What are you doing?!

HE GROANS

This is the only position that doesn't hurt my back.

-You'd better not be drooling on the couch.

-Your mom said it was OK

-for me to drool. Leave me alone.

-Whoa. I can see two huge knots.

-Ow!

-Sorry. Sorry.

Look, if you're not busy I was wondering if you could magic nod me

some super awesome slow dancing skills?

No, no. My back won't let me nod.

Jane is going to be so disappointed because I won't be able

-to slow dance with her.

-Did I hear that my little man

-is worried about slow dancing?

-No, I didn't say that.

-Yes, he did.

-Come on, I'll show you.

-Thanks pal.

-Ow!

Ow!

OK, smooth!

Oh, you're getting it, Carl. It's fantastic.

All right. Bring out those chips because here comes the dip!

My back hurts!

Join the club.

OK. So nobody leaves this office

until we decide who chaperones with me tomorrow.

We are going to go old school.

I've got four straws

and the person who draws the short straw chaperones with me tomorrow.

-Absolutely. Short straw helps chaperone.

-Thank you.

My goodness. Would you look at that? Looks like I pulled the long straw

and the rest of you have the short straws.

Looks like everyone's chaperoning except Dr Cassabi.

And that is how that is done. Good day. Excuse me.

-It was the most hideous beaded boned bodice I had ever seen.

-What does your dress look like?

-You'll have to wait and see.

-Porter, who's your prom date anyways?

Denise. It's easier that way.

-I don't want to get some girl's hopes up.

-Speak of the AIT.

Guys, I have huge news!

ALL: What is it?

They finally gave Denise her AIT assignment.

-Congratulations!

-Congrats!

Would you look at that?! Denise is all growed up.

-I have some pretty big news, everybody.

-We know!

Thanks a lot, Cassabi.

-That is amazing news, Denise.

-Congrats.

Thanks. Especially you, Porter. I couldn't have done it without you.

There are too many ways to mention.

-Just don't mention it.

-It's time to go, Denise.

-We have a lot of paperwork to sign.

-So, Denise, where are you going?

-That's for upstairs to decide, but if it were up to me...

-Zip.

We have to go.

Later, skaters.

There goes my prom date.

-Good looking shirt, buddy.

-You too.

-Fix your tie.

-Yours is a little crooked.

-Carl, you have a special guest!

Wow.

Wow. You look...

I mean, this dress is...

-and your hair is... It's just...

-You look sufficiently stunned.

That's because I was supposed to pick you up!

I was just so excited!

-Carl, Jane is totally vibing you.

-Mom!

-It's OK, I so am.

-Can we go now?

Yeah, we should, before your mom starts to cry.

Just one more picture.

That's nice.

Get out of here, you crazy kids!

There's no memory card in there.

Can I...

-All right. Let's do prom.

-Everyone looks so nice.

Not as nice as you. Great job on the decorations.

Come on, Serge. It's time to make our rounds.

Enough is enough. Serge has to make things right.

He's got to step up to the plate, pick up the puck,

and head into the end zone. This Melissa thing is so distracting,

it's making Serge forget how sports work.

You know what I am? I'm a designated decoy.

I act all suspicious so the teachers follow me.

That way, they won't notice anything else that goes on.

Serge doesn't want to be your date.

Serge wants to go to the prom with Melissa.

You can forget about that, meathead. We're going to be king and queen.

Get that, numbskull?

-Hey, no-one talks to my Serge that way.

-Huh?

If you don't take your stinkin' paws off Serge, I'll tell everyone

-you shop at the Discount Make-up Beauty Barn.

-How did you know that?!

I work there as a cashier and part-time make-up tester.

Well, fine. I don't want to be seen

with anybody that wants to be seen with Melissa anyways.

Attention, please. Attention, everyone.

It is now finally time to announce

the results of the vote for the prom king and queen!

What's going on?

Porter!

Porter!

Dr Casabi, what's going on?

I have some good news. It's about your sore back.

-You know why it's been acting up?

-It's your wing nubs.

-Wing nubs?!

-Really?!

-Yeah.

I'm getting wings?! I'm going to be a full angel?

That's awesome. That's great news, Porter!

-Well, it's a mixed blessing.

-You have to tell him, Porter.

-I never imagined it would be this hard.

-I know.

-But it's almost time to go.

-Go? Go where?

I've completed my assignment, Carl.

I was sent here to make you popular. Now you don't need me any more.

I'm so happy for you but it's not going to be the same without you.

-I'm going to miss you so much, Porter.

-I'm going to miss you too.

This is it.

No. No, this can't be it.

I have to go back upstairs.

No.

That's just how it works, buddy. I want to thank you for everything.

I want to thank you for everything, Porter.

What am I going to do without you?

You'll do fine.

It's time now, Porter.

Wait. The Listern Sisters are...

Yes, Carl.

They've been watching over me.

Hi, Carl.

They're going to stick around to make sure everything's OK.

Porter, it's time.

Watch this, Carl.

Look at me, Carl.

Looking sharp, buddy.

Come, Porter.

Attention, please!

Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time finally to announce

the results of the vote for the prom king and queen!

Excuse me, everybody. Prom queen coming through.

And the prom queen is...

Brittany Hanson!

What a surprise!

And the prom king is...

Carl Montclaire!

CHEERING

You're prom king!

That actually is a surprise.

Congratulations, Montclaire.

You're now the most popular kid at Bennett High!

-I guess I am.

-Go on, get your crown.

Carl, as king and queen,

we have to have the first dance. It's tradition.

I have been waiting a very long time for this moment.

Jane, you've always been my prom queen.

-May I have this dance?

-I'll always dance with you, Carl.

# Spread your wings

# And fly towards me

# Open up your heart

# And you'll see

# We can do anything

# If we really try

# Spread your wings

# And fly towards me

# Open up your heart and you'll see

# We can do anything

# If we really try... #

Thanks, Porter.

# Spread your wings

# And fly towards me

# Open up your heart and you'll see

# We can do anything

# If we really try. #

OK, Denise. There she is. Go tell her.

-I can't believe this is happening.

-She's your assignment!

-Go tell her.

-I don't want to!

Go tell her.

Worst assignment ever.

Worst prom ever. I cannot believe Carl Montclaire won prom king

and then totally blew off me, Brittany.

There's nothing anybody can say to help turn my mood around.

Brittany, we need to talk.

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