Taking 5 Page #5

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to get locked up

so you guys can meet

your boy band boyfriends?

They aren't our boyfriends.

- Yeah, we hate them.

- Hate.

We want to humiliate them.

If Gabby and I have to do this solo,

then we will.

It's interesting.

So you still got that basement,

right, Devon?

And when do your parents get back?

Tuesday.

See, now I know

what you're capable of

with the whole

setting-Kira's-hair-on-fire thing.

"Oh! Oh, my God!

My hair!"

It was good. I liked it.

But you guys are definitely going

to need my genius to pull this off.

I'm in.

I can't wait to see the look

on those wussies' faces.

Yeah. I love your skin.

- So soft.

- And I'm done here.

I'm going to let them out.

She needs me.

Lincoln, how did you get this?

He never reveals his sources.

Okay, welcome

to Operation Taking 5.

In the next 24 hours,

we'll have our game faces on

and our eyes on the prize.

Now, this is how it's going to go.

At 8:
00 sharp,

we arrive at my house,

looking good and ready to hop

in the homecoming limo.

At 10:
15,

when those wussies are doing

their final encore performance,

we arrive at the backstage exit.

According to my research,

immediately after the show

the band is rushed

into a waiting limo.

Why shouldn't it be ours?

Devon, Gabby,

this is where you guys come in

with phase two.

Oh, yeah.

Distraction.

The place was on fire.

Ladies.

Now, you ladies are going to use

your feminine charms

to divert the band's attention.

Then we move

into phase three... chaos.

Pete's going to handle that.

In the midst of all the confusion,

you ladies are going to lead them

towards our limo,

where I'll be waiting to escort them.

Wait a minute.

But if it's all smoky, how are we

even going to see them?

The pice de rsistance.

Not even in your fantasies,

Lincoln.

- One more thing, Devon.

- What?

You're going to be my date

for homecoming.

Good one. I'm not going

to homecoming with you.

I know it seems funny and all,

but seriously.

See, my mom's not going to rent me

a limo if I'm dateless.

And she wants pictures.

Oh, my gosh, Devon,

you're going to homecoming.

Only as a decoy, Gabs.

Still... homecoming.

Yes.

Lincoln, look at Devon, honey.

That's a doozy.

Lift your chin, Lincoln.

Mom, uh, just take the picture,

all right?

It has to be perfect.

My little boy's going to homecoming.

Let me look.

Look it, look.

Look, smile.

Sweet.

This is great.

Good night, Mr. Limo Man.

Sweet dreams.

Get in.

Nice limo, right?

I've got to get out of this dress.

If you look when I'm changing,

I'm going to hurt you.

Turn around!

Hey, limo guy.

You ready?

- Yeah.

- Good.

Can I see

some identification, please?

No problem, man.

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