Shake It Up! s03e23 Episode Script

Hey, CeCe, remember when you wrote that new song, Ring, Ring? - Yeah.
- And I mocked the title.
- And you recorded a demo for it? - Yeah.
And I laughed at you for wasting your time.
- And you sent the demo to Phil? - Yeah.
And I wept for Phil's ears.
Well, good news.
Phil loves your song, and he wants you to sing it on this week's episode.
I knew you could do it.
I had your back the whole time! I can't believe it! Well, you better believe it! You're going to sing on Shake It Up, Chicago! This is a dream come true! I'm so excited, I could just scream.
In fact, I think I will CeCe, be careful, okay? You don't want anything to happen to your voice.
You're right.
You know what? Until the performance, I'm just not going to say a word.
Well, apparently you're not the only one whose dreams have come true.
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.
You're doing a great job not talking, CeCe, okay? Keep it up! I believe in you! - How long do you give her? - Another 20 minutes, tops.
No! No, no, no! Why? Why? Why? Call me crazy but I think Stacy Paruso is upset.
Wait, did she mistake her white-out for eyeliner again? I'm telling you that girl needs a new pair of glasses.
No.
Something about not getting into her first choice of colleges.
Who cares? Are you saying she didn't get into Harvard? No, Harvard said she didn't get into Harvard.
I said I don't care.
But she's Valedictorian and President of every club in the school! She even got a 2500 on her SATs.
That's right! They gave her an extra 100 points just for writing her name so beautifully! Tinka, if she didn't make it into Harvard, what chance do I have? What chance? Not as good as her? Oh, you wanted me to make you feel better? It would be nice.
I'll do you one better.
Here is the number for the school's new peer support hotline that I started.
You started a support hotline? Don't you mean insult hotline? No, it's a real support hotline.
Because beneath this steely, Ice Queen exterior Beats the heart of a gushy, squooshy, ball of sympathetic goo.
Who needs stuff on her college application, too.
Ladies and gentlemen! Because of her outstanding achievement of forgetting to record her brother's favorite cartoon, the winner of the Butthead Sister of the Year Award goes to CeCe Jones.
Ah, nothing to say? Well, that's a first! Oh, I get it.
You're giving me the silent treatment.
Well, joke's on you, because I don't care.
Okay Fine.
The butthead thing did cross a line, but just get over it, okay? Look, I'm sorry, all right? You win! Just talk to me.
Please? Okay, I'm gonna go write an apology poem.
Okay, CeCe! I need your advice.
Right.
You know how Stacy Paruso didn't get into Harvard, right? It's a college.
Anyway, I got to thinking, on paper, Stacy Paruso is flawless.
I mean, she has a million activities, a million awards, an A+ average.
But she's never been on what? No, not a horse.
She's never been on a sports team! Athletics was missing from her application.
And it's missing from mine, too.
I know! You'd think dance would count, but it's considered part of the arts.
Bottom line, I have to add a sports team.
Yes, I agree with you.
It is a lot to take on, what with all my other extracurricular activities.
But don't worry.
I'm Rocky Blue.
I can handle it.
Thank you, CeCe.
You know you are always so good at talking me through my problems.
Hey, CeCe.
Still saving your voice, huh? Yes, Tinka.
So instead of texting like a normal person, you're using an old Sir Spell-a-Lot toy? Duh.
Why? It's totes adorb.
Oh, why don't you go back to talking and let Sir Spell-a-Lot sing on Shake It Up, Chicago? Ouch.
Oh, Rocky, I need you to do me a favor.
Well, Tinka, maybe you should have thought of that before being mean to me every day since you moved to this country.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a basketball team to join.
Hold on there, stretch.
Remember that time the button on your pants snapped, and I sewed it back on for you, and you were like "I totally owe you a favor, Tinka"? Well, grab a lozenge, honey, because you're about to cough it up.
Tinka, that was first grade, okay? What kind of small, petty, infantile person holds on to a debt like that for 10 years? You're looking at her.
Anyway, I need you to help me with my peer support hotline.
I'm sorry, but I don't have time to talk about it now.
When can you talk about it? Tomorrow? Tomorrow, I'm tutoring Ty in chemistry at Crusty's and running my Academic Decathlon practice session.
I have a Recycling Club meeting, and I promised the theater Department that I'd help paint their set, so Why don't we schedule a time to schedule a time? Are you sure you have time to schedule a time to schedule a time? Well, I can squeeze in time to schedule a time to schedule a time, but now is not the time to schedule that time.
Okay, girls.
Who's the worst team in the league? We are.
Does our squad need a secret weapon? Does a bear wear fur to bed? Yes we do, and yes it does.
Say hi to our newest player, you probably know her as "the girl who's been taller than her teachers since the fourth grade".
But there's no way to fit all that on a Jersey.
So we're going to call her Rocky Blue! Boom! Ah, thank you, guys.
I'm really excited to be here.
And as they say, it's not whether you win or lose, it's whether you're on the team long enough to put it on your transcript.
Well, I'm really excited to have you on the team.
The only thing possibly more exciting would be early retirement with full benefits.
But do I digress? You bet I do.
Okay, girls, let's do our drills.
Rocky, come over here.
Here's the playbook.
I need you to memorize it by tomorrow.
You want me to memorize all this? No, no, no, no.
Uh, just the words.
Uh, and the diagrams.
And the hand signals.
Uh, and the snack schedule.
Oh, and FYI, Coco is lactose intolerant.
Boy, did we learn that the hard way? You bet we did.
Oh, and this is the game schedule, both home and travel games.
Wait we have travel games? Okay, I may be new to the team, but even I know we're not supposed to travel in basketball.
We get to travel.
Okay, seriously? We have away games? Yeah.
It's not going to be a problem, is it? Well, yeah, I have a lot going on, and I No, no, no, no, no.
I'm Rocky Blue.
I can handle it.
Ooh! Are you okay? Yeah, I'm fine.
Well, are you sure you don't want to go to the nurse's office? Well, it wouldn't be the end of the world to sit down for five minutes before I have to go paint the theater sets.
- Coach? Coach? - Yeah, Paruso? Can I take Rocky's place on the team? It may be too late for Harvard, but I still might have a shot at Yale! On second thought, I'm good! Bye-bye.
Hey.
Sorry I'm late for decathlon practice.
Oh, no, that's okay.
Because obviously, you were busy choosing a beautiful outfit to wear.
All right, let's just dig right in.
Um, who can tell me the chief exports of Portugal? Um, I got a better question.
Who can tell me if what you got is contagious? They're just stress hives, also known as Guys? Urticaria.
More like urti-gross-ia.
Okay, Margie? This is why you're on the Academic Decathlon team, not the comedic decathlon team.
Rocky, you're 20 minutes late! Come on, I need help with chemistry.
Okay, hold on.
Chief exports, Albania, Portugal, Czech Republic.
Go! Okay, let me see your practice test.
Uh, right, wrong, right, wrong! Ty, the temperature at which aluminum melts is not "really hot".
Yoo-hoo, Rocky! Tick-tock.
Time to schedule our time! Okay, I'll be there in a second.
All right, try the ones you missed again, and I'll be back in a flash.
Woo! - Rocky, what are you doing - Tinka! You have one minute.
Do you really want to waste that time on insults? My insults are never a waste of time.
Why are you scratching yourself? Do you have fleas? See, that didn't take long.
I don't have fleas.
The only annoying, bloodthirsty parasite bothering me right now is you.
Just tell me when you can help me work the peer counseling hotline.
I was thinking, tomorrow from 6:00 to 10:00 P.
M.
I can't, at 6:00 I have academic decath That reminds me.
Hold that thought.
Okay, you, the population of Bora Bora.
You, the primary religion of the Pygmies.
And you the square root of 5,476 Oh! Sorry, wrong table.
You, the Stromboli.
You, the Calzone.
And, you The applesauce? I don't know, look, I'm trying the best that I can.
- Rocky! - I'm coming! - Rocky! - Coming! - Rocky! - I was just there! You better wait your turn.
Okay, Bora Bora, religion, square root.
Uh, right, wrong, whoo! So wrong we may need a DNA test to make sure we're actually related.
Oh, itchy scratchy hive girl? Hold your pushy, grouchy horses! - All right, I'll be back in a minute.
- Well, maybe I should get another tutor.
Are you sure you have the time to help me? Of course, I can, okay? I'm Rocky Blue.
I can handle it.
All right, Tinka, I'm on overload.
I can't help you with your little volunteer hotline.
You know who else didn't want to help me? Why? Why? See you tomorrow at 7:00.
Rocky! - Rocky! - Oh, Rocky! Rocky! You're supposed to be at practice right now.
Hold on a second, Coach.
The population of Bora Bora is 8,880.
The temperature at which aluminum melts is 660 degrees Celsius.
And I'll be there at 6:30, not 7:00.
Always have time to help.
Bam! That's right.
I'm Rocky Blue, and you've all just been Handled! All right, let's hit the court, Coach.
Woo! Time to call a truce.
What do you say? That's what I was afraid of, but I came prepared.
Ah sorry.
An epic poem by Flynn Jones.
"Oh, CeCe, dear CeCe, I'm sorry".
"I'm sorry I called you a name".
"'Twas I who was the butthead".
"And now I am filled with shame".
Huh? Huh? No? Okay, I have more.
"Your face has the glow of the sunrise".
"Your hair has the shine of the moon".
"Your head's not the smallest bit butt-like".
"I'm but a thoughtless buffoon".
You see what I did with the butt-but? All right, I'll keep going.
"I'm sorry, my sister, my comrade".
"I'm sorry, my sister, my friend".
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry".
"I beg your forgiveness.
The end".
Oh, come on! That was soul-wrenching! Haven't you ever heard of turning the other cheek? Well, I have, and I'm turning both of them right now! Okay, fine! You win! I'm gonna buy you a nice apology gift and I don't want to hear one word about it! I assure you, Stacy Paruso, you are not the biggest mess in school.
Because I'm looking at the biggest mess in school right now.
Yeah, thanks for calling.
All right, Tinka, I'm here.
What do you want me to do? It's simple, pimple.
Just answer the call and stick to the script.
Okay, uh "Peer counseling.
We're here to help you help yourself".
"Note, peer counselors are not actual counselors".
"In the event of an actual crisis, please call a trained professional".
How can I help you? Uh, yeah.
I'm having a problem with my flaky tutor.
What Ty? Is that you? Are you calling to complain about me? You know, you've got a lot of nerve! Rocky? I mean, wrong number.
Okay, uh, let's try that again, and, uh, this time, try not to make the caller feel worse.
"Peer counseling.
We're here to help you help yourself".
"Note, peer counselors are not actual counselors".
"In the event of an actual crisis, please call a trained professional".
How can I help you? I'm feeling so stressed out.
I have homework to do, but my favorite TV show is on.
Yeah, so what exactly is your problem? I have homework to do, but my favorite TV show is on.
Really? That's your problem? Wow, you must be totally stressed out! I'm so glad you understand.
My mother said I was just whining.
Because you are! You think that's real stress? You want to know what real stress is? Real stress is having to tutor your ungrateful complaining brother, while painting a scenery for a school play that you're never even going to see because you're too busy competing in an Academic Decathlon with a grossly under-prepared team.
All while reeking of gym socks because you don't have time to shower after playing a sport that you don't even like! Then, take that big miasmic stress-ball stew and add a hefty garnish of tiny, itchy, fireball-like hives covering you from head to toe.
And when I say head to toe, I mean head to toe! That, missy, is real stress.
But who's here to help me? Okay? When do I get to whine? Where's my stupid hotline? Huh? Huh? Thanks! For! Calling! Okay, uh, Rocky, maybe helping other people with their problems isn't really your thing.
- Tinka, Tinka, I'm fine.
- Come on, come on.
- I'm Rocky Blue.
- Let it go! - I can handle it.
I can, I can handle it! - No! Please! I'm Rocky Blue.
I can handle it! I'm Rocky Blue, I can handle it! CeCe, I'm having a really tough time and I need your help.
No, don't bother texting me.
I kind of accidentally threw my phone against the wall.
Ten times.
Okay.
Look, CeCe, this is serious.
My stress hives are getting stress hives! Okay, look, what I guess what I'm trying to say is I'm Rocky Blue And I can't handle it.
You know what? Forget my song.
You're more important.
Come sit your butt down, because if I'm gonna talk, you're going to listen.
Look, I know you've been acting more wackadoodle-ier than normal to get into Harper University.
It's Harvard.
Whatever.
Anyway, here's the thing.
You need to quit the basketball team.
- No, I need it to have on my - Shh.
No.
What you need to do is get a good dermatologist.
And to shush.
You don't need basketball on your transcript.
- Yes, I do! If I don't have it on - Shh! You think Stacy whatever-her-last-name-is didn't get into whatever-that-college-is-called because she didn't play a sport? Wrong-o! It's because she bombed her personal interview.
That girl is so cold, it gives people an ice cream headache just from talking to her.
Plus, she has this tendency to spit a lot when she talks.
I think it's because she has that chipped front tooth but considering her Dad's a - dentist you'd think he'd want to - CeCe, you're getting a little off track.
Sorry.
It's my first time talking in a few days, and I'm a little backed up.
Anyway, my point is You two may be similar on paper, but the difference is You're Rocky Blue.
You're the most awesomely warm, kind and accomplished person I know.
And when Harvard meets you They'll know they'd be lucky to have you.
I guess I get it.
I mean, I can't stress myself out trying to figure out what they want.
I can only be the best version of me.
Thank you, CeCe.
I really appreciate it.
Well, I'm glad I could help.
Now, if you'll excuse me, no more talking, starting right now.
Oh, right because you have to save your voice for tomorrow.
That, and because I've never made this much sense before and I have a feeling I might have just peaked.
All right, this gift is five months' worth of allowance.
But you're worth it, because you're my sister and I love you.
Oh, come on! Just say something.
This silent treatment is killing me! Flynn, what are you talking about? CeCe's just saving her voice, because she has to sing on Shake It Up, Chicago tomorrow.
Wait a minute.
So you weren't really mad at me? So I wrote a poem, bought you a gift and felt guilty all week for nothing? I am never speaking to you again! - How long do you give him? - Twenty minutes, tops.
Welcome to Shake It Up, Chicago! I'm your host, Ty Blue.
And to open our show, singing Ring, Ring.
Give it up for our very own CeCe Jones! Hey, girls hey, girls.
Hey, girls hey, girls.
Hey, girls we're rolling out.
There's something in the air.
The world's a disco ball.
The party is everywhere.
Drop the beat down one, two, one, two.
When the beat drops down we drop down, too.
Drop the beat down one, two, one, two.
What to do? What to do? Ring, ring calling my girls.
Bring, bringing it to the whole world.
Keep singing it ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Woo! Step, step it up on the floor.
Right, left two, three and four.
One love there's room for more.
Because when we get together.
Dancing till 2000 and forever.
Ring, ring calling my girls.
Bring, bringing it to the whole world.
Keep screaming it oh, oh, oh, oh.
Hey, girls hey, girls.
Drop the beat down one, two, one, two.
When the beat drops down we drop down, too.
Drop the beat down one, two, one, two.
What to do? What to do? Ring, ring calling my girls.
Bring, bringing it to the whole world.
Keep singing it ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Hey, girls.
Step, step it up on the floor.
Right, left two, three and four.
One love there's room for more.
Because when we get together.
Dancing till 2000 and forever.
Ring, ring calling my girls.
Bring, bringing it to the whole world.
Keep screaming it oh, oh, oh, oh.
Hey, girls hey, girls.
Hey, girls hey, girls.
Woo! Hey, girls hey, girls! So what'd you think of my performance? You were amazing, just like I told you the last 10 times you made me watch it.
Let's see if you still think so after number 12! Okay, maybe we should Twelve, it is.
I'm Rocky Blue.
I can handle it.
I'm Rocky Blue.
I can handle it.
So, then, I was so worried that I wouldn't be able to remember the words, but then I started singing and the words just flew right out of me.
Well, I mean that would be kind of weird, they didn't fly out of me.
"Hey, words! Get back in here.
I need you for the rest of the song!" So anyway, then I started feeling beads of sweat on my lip, and hey, do you know why they call them beads of sweat, anyway? I mean, it's not like the sweat can make a bead necklace.
I mean, that would be super cute though, because I just saw this necklace online! And it had matching earrings and it had a little cute necklace Oh! I forgot to tell you.
Shake It Up, Chicago called and they want you to sing another song next year.
And if I were you, I'd start saving your voice right now.
And keep saving it.