Pup Star: World Tour Page #2

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But, come on, now,

your crew wouldn't be complete without...

Hey, what's up, T? Remember us?

P.U.P.! Oh my gosh!

Yo, yo. What's shaking, sister?

My tail, that's what.

Scraps,

how's the recording session going?

I'm crushing it.

Of course,

Scrappy will be defending her title.

I'm glad I'm not competing against her.

Pup Star, world tour!

Let's hear it for them!

All right, stay tuned...

Aw, look, everyone has somebody

they care about.

Hear that knock?

It's opportunity.

Judges! What's got you excited

about the tour?

Think of all the wardrobe possibilities.

I've had my stylist

working overtime for this.

My fans won't be disappointed.

Finally, I get to show Pup fans

the promised land.

Africa, mon. It's like catnip for Rastas.

So long, America.

I'm most excited to land, okay?

As far as I'm concerned,

dogs should keep four paws on the ground.

Wake me up when we get to New Delhi.

Simon! Are audiences really ready

for international talent?

Tour's already happening. A little late

for silly questions, isn't it?

Well, see you in four months, I guess.

Here goes nothing.

Maybe having your best friend

with you will help, huh?

- Wait, are you saying...?

- Surprise road trip?

Really? Dad, are you serious?

Yes!

Sisters on tour. Hashtag "Best Day Ever."

I love you. And it's educational.

At least that's what I'm telling myself.

Shep, take care of our girls.

You got it.

- Have fun.

- Love you.

Goodbye, everyone. See you in India.

In New Delhi, we begin searching

for the special canine crooners,

one of whom will become the first ever

Global Pup Star Champion.

Are you ready?

This is Pup Star: World Tour.

Dogs and dogettes, your judges.

Namaste, India!

- There she is. Oh, she's so cute.

- It's Tiny.

Bright colors, vivid patterns,

bling everywhere.

I'm home.

All right, India. Give me your sad sacks,

your talentless hacks,

your half-baked divas

yearning for unearned stardom.

Come on, Growl.

Let your love in, mon. One love.

Get those golden bones ready

because here's our very first contestant.

Raji!

[crowd cheering]

I was an slum dog from Calcutta.

I didn't even have an identity collar.

I was a nobody.

But I knew who I wanted to be:

a rock star.

You gotta sacrifice to sing the blues

I sang my heart out at the train station.

To pay your dues

But I couldn't get arrested.

For my music, that is.

I had a captive audience

that gave me instant feedback.

Take me higher

Allowing me to find my voice.

From Bollywood to Hollywood,

Raji's coming up.

And now, Raji!

Every slum dog knows the score

It's an uphill climb

From the bottom floor

To make it to the top

You gotta want it more

That's for sure

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