Sing

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Whoops.

Places, everyone.

This was it.

The moment it all began.

The moment an ordinary

little guy

fell in love with the theater.

Everything about it.

The lights,

the way the scenery moved,

even the smell.

He was only six years old,

but his plans to become

the first koala bear in space

were suddenly toast.

- -Some folks may have said

he grew up to be the greatest

showman the city has ever seen.

-Some called him a visionary,

a Maverick. -

sure, some folks said he was

as crazy as he was stubborn,

but I say wonder and magic

don't come easy, pal.

And, oh, there would never

be any doubt,

the name buster moon

would go down

in entertainment history.

And I should know,

- because I am buster...

- Moon!

- Open this door!

- Good morning, Mr. moon.

Miss crawly. What, uh...

What's going on?

You got a lot of animals

waiting to see you, Mr. moon.

I do?

Holy moly, I really do.

Yeah, it's the

stage crew from your last show.

They say their

paychecks bounced.

Tell 'em I'll call up the bank

and make sure

they're paid tout de suite.

Oh, I got Judith from the bank

holding on line two

right now, sir.

-Um, actually, I'm gonna have

to call her back. -Oh.

What should I tell her

this time?

Tell her buster moon

is out to lunch.

Moon! Open this door!

Come on, moon!

I know you're in there!

Moon! Open this door!

Aah!

Hmm, thought I heard

someone singing there.

Ah, whatever.

Guys, listen.

Stay where you are.

The cops are here in...

What are you...?

-Hold it right there!

-Yeah, I'll get him!

- Go, go, go!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Johnny, you were supposed

to be keeping a lookout!

Sorry, dad.

And where's your mask?

Look at me. I'm mommy!

Caspar, get off the table.

Rosita, have you seen

my car keys?

Norman, would you please

tell them

what a good singer I am?

Oh, yeah, you were great, honey.

By the way, the bathroom sink

is blocked again.

Bye, honey!

One, two,

one, two, three, four!

Oh, my gosh.

I thought you guys said

you were musicians.

Ash, babe,

I'm the lead singer, okay?

Just stick

to the backing vocals.

Sorry, I... I get carried away.

Yeah, I know, right?

It just kind of ruins my song,

you know?

Aw.

What?

- Come on, make your wish.

I wish you'd join a choir.

A local band or something.

-I tried.

-Bah!

Hey, hey, dad,

we've been over this.

So she's a little shy.

So what?

If I had a voice like meena's,

I'd be a superstar by now!

- Now blow out your candles.

A penny?

How dare you!

I happen to have studied

at the Lincoln school of music.

Sorry, it's-it's all

i got right now.

--Oh, is that so?

-All right, prove it, pal.

-What?

- Empty your pockets right now.

-Trying to find...

-Wh-what is this you got here?

-Just trying to find...

What do you smoke out of this?

That's my inhaler.

Aha! I knew it!

You all saw it.

You all saw it right here.

- The monkey lied.

I forgot I had that.

And next time, pick on someone

your own size!

Bully!

Take care of her, will you?

She may look old and rusty,

but she is a classic.

Okay, listen.

We both know that my theater

has been going through

some pretty rough times lately,

but as the saying goes,

"for every cloud,

a silver lining."

-Hup-hup-hup-hup-hup-hup.

-We've got...

Hold on right there, buster.

My dad, he heard I was

gonna see you today,

and he was all like,

"Eddie, you tell that koala

"I'm not funding any more

of those shows,

and that's final."

Those were his words.

Well, your dad's right.

Those shows were the problem.

War of attrition.

Rosie takes a bow.

I mean, nobody wants to see

that stuff anymore.

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