Bring It On: In It to Win It Page #5

Well, let's just

make that smile...

(SNARLS)

Oh, gosh.

Okay, all right.

Well, the workshop is over.

Do just one facial.

Come on.

If you hate

cheerleading so much,

why do you do it?

For Satan.

That's a shiny nugget

I did not need to know.

BOY:
It's just like

yoga, you know.

GlRL:
It is.

Satan is my car.

My parents promised me

payments and insurance

if I join the squad.

Well, my parents

promised me a car if

I stop cheerleading.

And if I nail a girl,

I get my own apartment.

See, that was

almost a facial.

Yeah, in Transylvania.

Step off, Brooke.

Who are you?

Her fairy Goth-mother?

Brooke, get over yourself,

and stop sweating my team.

Why would anyone

listen to you?

You suck as a gymnast

and a captain, too.

Cheer-off. Sharks!

Yeah.

Five, six, seven, eight.

(CHEERlNG)

It don't matter what we do

Music, baby, is our cue

Hands and shoulders,

face so tight

All our moves

will rock this fight

Our moves are tight,

we lift with ease

The things we do

will make you wheeze

So watch us strike

our muscle pose

Qhile you all prance

and dosey-doe

That was cute,

your pose was dull

But all of you

have belly rolls

Once again we

groove with flare

The moves we do,

you wouldn't dare

So listen quick while

your face gets cracked

One, two, three, you're wack

Your rhymes are fun,

but we're still good

Qe still can stunt,

you're from the hood

Hood rats, good rats,

what are you called?

The moves you do

won't win at all

So listen quick, oops

You said that rhyme

One, two, three, our time

Motions, motions,

hear them roar

No one's knocking at your door

Qith no rhythm

and with no sass

All of you can kiss our ass

Dance, 10, looks, 3

The moves you do

make us all pee

Qe laugh, we cry,

we all say hi

'Cause when you dance,

it's bye, bye, bye

Bye, bye

Bye.

Bye. Have fun.

Bye.

Yo, that was shady,

Brooke.

Please, you totally

popped a chubber.

Hey, Brooke.

What?

(CHEERlNG)

You've got no clue,

you're in the dark

Qake up call,

it's the year of the...

(SCREAMS)

Come on, babycakes.

If we all just imagine

this world's a fabulous

place, it'll happen.

I see children

frolicking under a rainbow

eating hormone-free treats.

A unicorn.

I see mutant turtles

gnawing on festering

human flesh.

(EXCLAlMS)

They ate the unicorn.

You need Jesus.

Or Prozac.

Thanks for trying to

cheer me up, Ruben,

but I'm more mad at

myself than Brooke.

I let her get to me.

That's why we lost

the cheer-off.

Yeah, that bites.

You gonna finish

that steak?

(CELL PHONE RlNGlNG)

Spirit to you.

Hey, I heard

you had kind of

a rough day, huh?

But your luck's

about to change.

Okay. All right.

Oh, West Coast Sharks,

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