High School Musical 2 Page #4

not the fuddy-duddy Lava Springs staff.

These are not my chums!

They'll steal my talent show.

And what fresh talent

you'll have for your summer show.

Mother, did you hear what I just said?

Ryan, talk to Mother.

- Hi, Mom.

- Ducky! How's my dashing boy?

Tell pumpkin if she worries too much,

she'll get frown lines.

Namaste.

- I want them out!

- But your mother specifically said...

Oh, don't mention

that backstabbing yogini to me!

If you can't fire them,

make them wanna quit.

I'm hoping Chef Michael's

gonna teach me

the art of Austrian flake pastry.

And Sharpay's gonna be

where I work every day.

How much better can summer get?

Right? Right?

- A real dream come true.

- If you actually get to know her,

- I mean she's...

- Dude.

Hey, I didn't even know

Sharpay's parents owned this place.

Mr Fulton just said, you know,

there's Wildcat fans at Lava Springs,

and jobs are available.

So, I said let's go for it.

Inspiring, Mr Bolton. Truly inspiring.

However, what we're looking for

from all of you,

is not inspiration, but perspiration.

Confirming assignments.

Bolton, Danforth, waiters.

And, when needed, caddies.

What?

Miss McKessie,

I'm told that you're efficient.

- Well...

- Prove it.

You'll handle member activities.

Keep me in sight at all times.

Kelsi, piano.

Lunchtime and cocktail hour.

That means mood music,

not new music.

Capisce?

Martha, chopping, cutting,

preparing plates.

Do complete the summer

with the equal amount of digits

I assume you currently possess.

Oh, Zeke, you will assist Chef Michael

in the...

The promised land.

You hold on to that.

Mr Fulton, Your Excellency, sir,

would it be okay if we draw straws

to see who has to wait on Sharpay?

Please, none of you

will be waiting on Sharpay.

Oh, yes. Snap.

- You will be serving Miss Evans.

- Who's that?

Always address our members as Mr,

Mrs, or Miss. Let's practise.

- Do we have to?

- Shall we?

"Miss Evans,

would you care for lemonade?"

Actually, I'm not Miss Evans. I'm Jason.

- It smells so good and I am so hungry.

- No, wait. You don't...

- No, no, no.

- What's for lunch?

Miss Montez.

It would seem your lunch break

does not start for 3.5 minutes.

I do hope no members drowned

in your absence.

Henceforth, do clock in

and out on time.

Three infractions of any kind,

and your employment is terminated.

Capisce?

Chop, chop, chop.

- Okay, that man officially scares me.

- Yeah.

Suddenly, I'm beginning to miss

detention with Miss Darbus.

- How sick is that?

- Come on.

We got a hoop out back,

two free meals a day,

and we only have to wear

these stupid outfits on duty.

All for one, and one for all. All right?

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