All Stars Page #4

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Apart from deleting that.

Now we're talking. Shoot.

You help me put on that talent show.

Nah, man. That's way more than any...

Hold on. Wait.

I'll help you put together a crew.

Your battle against Kurt could be

the main event.

What is the point of beating him

if no-one's watching?

You know that... that does sound

pretty Eminemtal.

- One condition.

- What's that?

You delete the clip

and I don't dance at the show.

- That's two.

- Your point is?

I'm obviously not going to shake on...

I didn't really spit.

Just for effect, innit?

Not in a million years.

Please!

Please, please, please, love...

..lovely, lovely Gina.

You make me laugh but I wouldn't trust you

as far as I could throw you.

- That's only because you're weak.

- Look, the answer is no!

But you trust me. Don't you, Gina?

- And we're a team. My assistant, Jaden.

- Equal.

Equal. OK.

This is the organised guy

you said I needed.

I can't do this. What are you...

No! No!

No, don't... Stop it! Stop looking at me.

No! Oh, all right, fine!

Woo! Thanks.

- Oh, I'm too old for this.

- Yeah. What are you? 30?

I'll take that.

- Yeah, I love this sound.

- What?

- Got some skills.

- Yeah, but is it entertainment?

- What's your problem?

- You got it wrong!

You said it wrong!

Next!

Hello, Jaden. Hello, Ethan.

I wanna be your friend.

Back on track.

- That's more like it.

- He's wheely good.

Get it?

Wheely... good. Wheely, wheely.

Please, no puns today.

What is it?

It's all these acts, yeah.

They're amazing but...

I still need my dance crew, remember?

Don't worry. I got your back.

Dancers coming up.

Next!

Kudiye Punjab Diye

Thank you. We'll... We'll be in touch.

- They were great I thought.

- Who cares? It's street dancers I need.

Good street dancers are already in crews.

Well, how is that going to work?

Look, we've still got a few to go,

so we'll find people.

Carmen Prelude

Ow!

The point, Timothy, is to avoid my feet.

It's hard. They're so big and manly.

- My feet or yours?

- Yours, obviously.

Ow! Mummy! Mummy!

- Who's got big feet?

- You do.

- Who's got big feet?

- You do.

Mummy!

- Tim and Rebecca.

- Aren't they brother and sister?

Big feet! You've got big feet!

Ha! Ha!

Nice balance.

Huh. It's just Amy. I've known her

since we were in nappies.

Ha!

Ha! Ha! Ha!

Ha!

O-Our table is b-broken.

That was really great, Amy.

It's just not what we're looking for.

- I really want to help you, Ethan.

- Security, maybe.

We need someone big and tough

on the door.

- But I don't want to be on the door.

- What doorman ever does?

What?

It's a no. I'm sorry, Squirt.

Last audition over.

And not one street dancer.

I'm doomed.

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