Bring It on Again Page #2

So, go for it.

Okay, I'll start with|a simple aerial. No,

I was thinking more|of a front handspring,

back handspring,|front handspring,

back handspring,|back handspring,

front handspring,|back handspring...

Okay! Give me an "S- S."|Give me a "T- R." Err!

That was awesome. So, do|you got any good cheers?

- I got something for ya. I got a little shout out.|- You got a what?

I got to give a shout out to|all my people, baby! Whoo!

I'm flossin'!|You can't see me. I got the ice.

It's just blindin' ya!|Peace, and I'm out!

Back handspring, front handspring,|cartwheel, back handspring, cartwheel...

Give me an "S- S".|Give me a "T- R".

I just screwed up again!|Dang it! I can't believe it! No!

Just kill me right now!|Bam! Haha! Please?

Front handspring, cartwheel,|back handspring, back handspring,

cartwheel...|Ooh.

Ohh, yeah!|Oh, my God.

Thanks for coming.

And lastly,|Smith, comma, Whittier.

- Okay. So...|- Wait.

- What is it?|- That thing.

That shiny offensive|thing... midsection.

- Oh, that's my belly ring.|- Lose it immediately.

Okay. Sorry.

Okay.

Um.

- Okay. Are you ready?|- How about, are you ready?

I think so.

Here I go.! Hit it.!

- How's that?|- Thank you.

Sheila.|Too fat.

Kenny.|Too dorky.

Brenda.|Psycho!

Cindy.|Snaggletooth.

Carol-Ann. It's called lotion. Eczema.

Theo.|Too gay!

- Patrick?|- Not gay enough.

And finally, Whittier.

- She's okay.|- Okay? Marni, she's future head cheerleader material.

Memo, pink ink, we already have|our future head cheerleader. Hi.

The only difference being,|she's cute.

Yeah, she's cute the way|a smushed-up bug is cute.

Oh, and excuse me.|Did you see her blond hair?

So fake!

Well, if that's not the pot|calling the kettle blond.

Ohh! I was...|I was born with dark roots.

Mm-hmm.

Well, anyway,|I'd be all over her.

- You know, if she had a schwinger.|- Maybe she does.

Enough.!

You two b*tches can catfight all night,|but I'm the one that makes the decisions.

Until I do...|you're dismissed.

Leave me.

Ow!

- No time for rest, cherub.|- Dean Sebastian.

I didn't know you were here.|I've been here six hours.

Saw every last peppy pigtail|that passed through this place.

Pretty ugly, huh?|Some were ugly.

Some were hideous.

While others were sublime.

I'm talking about|State's next head cheerleader.

Smith, comma, Whittier.

Whittier can't be head|cheerleader next year.

She's just a freshman. She's|just good is what she is.

But the head cheerleader spot|is reserved for Marni.

Tina! The State|cheerleading squad has won...

seven consecutive|national titles,

which over that time|has tripled alumni donations...

and allowed me the life|to which I am accustomed.

Just last year,|I upgraded...

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