Bring It On: Worldwide #Cheersmack Page #2

But we've been doing

a version of the same stuff

for years.

I'm the one who led us

to number one,

so why would I want

anything to change?

For starters,

we lost four of our boys.

What?

Destiny, we're sinking.

And the boys

are jumping ship.

Like rats who will drown

without me.

We're all going to drown

if we don't do something.

It's simple!

We'll replace the boys

we lost.

The season's started.

All the good ones

are already taken.

Who would turn down

an opportunity

to cheer with me?

That's cheerdiculous.

Why do we even need

stinky, groin-scratching,

and not to mention,

finger slipping boys?

Let's not pretend

Lesbionic Lisa

or Big Tina hasn't slipped

a digit or two.

I lost my virginity

that way.

Okay. We're not thinking

about boys in the right way.

We are the main outfits.

The boys are just

the accessories.

They make us look better.

Like glitter pom-poms

or metallic gloss.

Can we stop

talking about boys?

That's not the problem.

We're doing

the same old routines.

That's what has to change.

Okay. I'll come up

with new choreo

if that's what's going

to make you feel better.

Well, I was thinking

that we could all...

Hey, you're my bestie,

but when it comes

to the routines,

we're going to

do it my way.

Now, let's go

get some boys.

That's cold.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

So, you think we can

just walk in here

and pluck male cheerleaders

like unibrows?

Yeah, why not?

Recruiting happens

all the time.

Besides, who wouldn't want

to cheer with me?

Yeah, no. I'll pass.

Become a Rebel?

(LAUGHS)

I'd rather tell my father

I'm a cheerleader.

It's called cheerleading,

not cheerdictatorship.

If I had the choice between

your Rebels and the Crips,

I'd be a gangbanger.

People say

"Destiny and the Rebels"

like the rest of you

are just backup.

All right, thanks.

I think I'll stick

to my own team.

But, uh, we could hook up.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

DESTINY:
They hate me.

The entire

spirit world hates me.

First the cyber-attack,

then the boys,

now this mean meme.

No. Hate's a strong word.

They just don't ever want

to cheer with you in life.

There's a difference?

Not much, but...

Well, we love you.

Yeah. Which is why we believe

we can avoid being

cheersmacked again

if we step up our game.

Listen to Willow.

Cheer is changing.

Our old routines just

don't cut it anymore,

and if we're not prepared,

a better team will beat us.

You saw how the crowd

reacted to The Truth.

They were eating it up.

So look, here's my plan.

I've got a better one.

Okay, you are seriously

testing the boundaries

of our friendship.

I hate tests.

My dad gave me one

for DNA before he left,

and I think

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