A.N.T. Farm (2011–2014): Season 1, Episode 22 - PerformANTs - full transcript
Chyna, Olive, Fletcher, and Angus want to go to an upcoming concert with older kids, but they know Chyna's mom will never let them go. In order to convince her, they pretend they're going to see a kid's band, which backfires when she decides to tag along. Meanwhile, Cameron tries to get backstage at the concert.
I love when they serve
grilled cheese sandwiches.
It's so much better than
yesterday's angel hair pasta.
Yeah, I wish Angel
would wear a hair net.
Well, at least you can't mess
up a grilled cheese sandwich.
Don't be so sure.
Mine's not grilled,
there's no cheese on it,
and it's not bread.
It's just two dry sponges.
I'm going to complain to Angel.
Uh, Lexi? You have a
cleaver in your head.
I'm surprised you didn't notice,
given how much you
look in the mirror.
It's not real.
I'm a Cleaver Head. A fan
of the band Blood Butcher.
You little kids don't
know who they are.
Please. I know all
about Blood Butcher.
They're a band.
Their fans are called
Cleaver Heads.
Little kids don't
know who they are.
Oh, so I guess I'll see
you at their concert
Friday night at Toxic Wasteland.
Oh, you'll see us
at Toxic Wasteland!
We practically live
at Toxic Wasteland!
So, what is Toxic Wasteland?
It's that scary Goth
store downtown!
Why would you tell her
we're going there?
To fit in! Don't you
want to fit in?
No!
If I wanted to fit in, do you really
think I'd eat lunch with Angus?
Yeah!
I'll go to the concert
with you, Chyna.
Toxic Wasteland is right next
door to Fat Leganzo's Pizzeria.
One of their pizza toppings
is smaller pizzas!
Well, Angel gave me
another sandwich.
It pays to speak up.
♪ Ooh, ooh Doo, doo
♪ Ooh, ooh Doo, doo
Whoo!
♪ Everybody's got that thing
♪ You got it You got it
♪ We're on fire and we blaze
♪ In extraordinary ways
♪ 365 days
♪ We got it We got it
♪ You can dream it
♪ You can be it
♪ If you can feel it
♪ You can believe it
♪ 'Cause I am, you are, we are
♪ Exceptional Exceptional
♪ Yeah, I am, you are, we are
♪ Exceptional Exceptional
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh
♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
Whoo!
Hey, Lexi, you're into
Blood Butcher, right?
Big time.
Hardcore Goth-death-punk is my
third favorite type of music.
Right after pop-country
and Armenian reggae.
Well, would you
told youssed if I
I scored two tickets
to their concert?
No.
All you did was and
hit print.puter.
Those tickets were free.
No, they weren't.
My dad charges me
to use the printer.
You know what I really want?
To get backstage
and meet the band.
I can do that.
You? How?
There are two
things I'm good at.
Getting people backstage
to meet bands,
and making promises
I can't keep.
But if I get you backstage,
do something for me.
And I think you
know what I want.
Fine. I'll let you in
the cafeteriatable
every Wednesday for a week.
Every Wednesday for a week?
Sweet!
Your mom's never going to let you
see a band called Blood Butcher.
She's ridiculously
over-protective.
No, she's not.
All right. Let.
What?
There are earthquakes
in San Francisco.
Let's just check
out their website.
Maybe Blood Butcher isn't
as scary as they sound.
That's just the pop-up
ad for shampoo.
I know, but it popped
up so suddenly.
The name of their new single
sounds innocent enough.
It's called Sundays
With Grandma.
♪ Punch, punch, punch,
punch Grandma in the neck!
♪ I said punch,
punch punch Grandma
♪ Get Grandma Get Grandma
♪ Punch Grandma Get Grandma
♪ I love Sundays with Grandma ♪
Man! I guess Grandma's lucky
they only visit once a week.
What was that horrible sound?
Oh! Oh, that?
That was just Angus
doing a sit-up.
Show her, Angus.
Anyway, Mom,
I was wondering if I could
see a concert Friday night?
What's the name of the band?
Oh, uh, they're called...
The Happy Fuzzy Friends!
They sound like a
little kids' band.
Yeah, they sound like
a little kids' band.
They are! But they're
really good.
You should check
out their website.
Okay, I'll go do that right now.
Okay, you do that. Bye.
See you later.
Love you.
Why would you say they're
a little kids' band?
And why would you say
they have a website?
What kind of band
wouldn't have a website?
A band that doesn't exist!
Angus! Could you please kill the power
before she gets to her computer?
Sure. Good.
I meant in the house, not
in the entire world.
I'm not a mind reader.
Come on, we got to get the
Happy Fuzzy Friends website up
before my mom gets home
from work and goes online!
Don't rush me!
These things can't be done with
just the push of a button!
Okay, done.
All right, I drew a picture of the
Happy Fuzzy Friends to upload.
Here's Sharkelope,
Turtleurkey, Porcupotamus,
and Octopanda.
Octopanda? Where did
that come from?
Well, Olive, when an octopus and a
panda decide to start a family,
they're visited by
the storknausaraus.
So, Angus, you scan this in and
I'll record a song sample.
Okay.
♪ Sometimes it really
seems like a drag
♪ And when your mom tells
you she sounds like a nag
♪ But you gotta wear
pants in public
♪ It's something
you just gotta do
♪ At home it might be fun
♪ To take them off and run
♪ But you gotta wear
pants in public ♪
Good song.
And a good message, Angus.
Hey, you asked for a website.
Now, you want it fast or
do you want it with pants?
Excuse me, do you know where
I can find the manager?
If I knew that, don't you
think I'd tell the cops
and get the reward?
I'm the assistant manager.
The name's Sunshine.
Seriously?
I was wondering if I could get
a couple of backstage passes
to the Blood Butcher concert?
Forget it.
The backstage area
is our storeroom.
And the place I go to meditate
on my relationship with Cthulhu,
Dark Lord of the Underworld!
Sunshine?
You don't have, like, a
middle name you could go by?
Look, the backstage
is employees only.
So, if we're done here,
I have to go pierce the nose of
a lost, middle aged divorcee
who thinks a metal stud is
going to fill that empty void.
Sunshine!
Coming, Mom!
Relax!
Good news. The power's up and
we are able to go online again.
Oh. Didn't notice.
Seems like you grownups are
obsessed, almost hypnotized,
by the world wide web.
I checked out the Happy
Fuzzy Friends website
and they seem
perfectly harmless.
So can I go to the concert?
Yup, and I'm coming with you!
What?
What?
Awesome! Girls' night out!
No, no, no, no.
Mom, you can't go!
That's the night of
your yoga class.
I don't take yoga.
Well, you should.
You seem really tense.
I'm a birthday
party entertainer.
I need to know what the
kids are into these days.
♪ You gotta wear pants in public
♪ It's something something
something pants ♪
What are we going to do?
The Happy Fuzzy
Friends aren't real.
Calm down, Chyna.
That wasn't me.
♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
This is a disaster.
My mom's going to
find out I lied
about the Happy Fuzzy Friends.
She'll ground me forever!
Unless the Happy Fuzzy
Friends actually perform.
Come on, where are we going
to find an octopanda?
Easy! We get an octopus,
we get a panda,
put on a little romantic music
and wait for nature
to take its course.
Use your head, Fletcher.
The concert's tonight.
The gestation period of an
ursine-cephalopod hybrid
would be at least six months.
We could perform ourselves!
I'll record the music
and you guys pretend to
play the instruments.
All we have to do
is make costumes.
I got a panda suit.
Why do you have a panda suit?
I won it in a sit-up contest.
I told you.
Backstage passes are
for employees only.
Oh, I'm not here about that.
I'm here to apply
for employment.
You're looking for
a tattoo artist.
Do you have any experience?
Well, I kissed a girl
once at summer camp.
I meant as a tattoo artist.
Oh.
In that case, I was lying
about summer camp.
But I have worked as a tattoo
artist at a lot of places.
Like where?
Um, Tater Tats, Tat Burger,
Tatz's Deli,
Jar Jar Inks.
Okay, you're hired.
All right!
Maybe I'll start tomorrow.
I'll just hang out here tonight
and check out the storeroom.
You know, see where
you keep your
tattoo machine.
Not so fast.
I need you to work a shift now.
In fact, here's your
first customer.
He wants a tattoo on his back.
Shouldn't he take off
that sweater, too?
That's not a sweater.
Where's Chyna?
We can't perform without
our lead singer.
She's going solo already?
She's nothing without us!
Hey, guys.
Oh. Well, look who
came crawling back.
The Happy Fuzzy Friends are
playing at this place?
Why do all these kids have
cleavers in their heads?
Oh!
Yeah, well, that's...
That's just because the Happy
Fuzzy Friends have this song,
and it's called.
Don't Play in the Knife Drawer.
Check this out.
♪ If you play in
the knife drawer
♪ Something bad will happen
♪ Best way to explain
♪ Is to do a little rappin'
♪ My mom warned me but
I didn't believe her
♪ When she told me not
to play with a cleaver
♪ Playin' with knives
is really pathetic
♪ You could end up
needing a paramedic
♪ Holla! ♪
Man, every one of
their songs is good.
This is cute.
I'm going to buy
it for your Nana.
It says, "Sundays With Grandma!"
Oh, this is good. You like it?
Yeah.
Excellent!
Okay, let's do this.
Olive, did you bring the costumes?
Check.
Angus, did you bring the instruments?
Check.
Fletcher, did you call
Blood Butcher's people
and tell them the
gig was canceled?
Check.
Fletcher, that's Blood Butcher!
You just said check!
Yeah, I meant I need to
check my to-do list, and...
I did not do it.
We cannot let Blood Butcher
get on that stage.
Don't worry. You and Fletcher
just get our costumes ready.
What are you two going to do?
Yeah, what are we
two going to do?
Go shopping.
Hey, guys. I'm the
manager, Rainbow.
And I'm the assistant
manager, Lollipops.
I'm afraid we have
some bad news.
And not the good
kind of bad news
like an impending apocalypse.
I was really hoping the
first time I shaved,
it would be my face.
Okay, it's tattoo time.
What would you like?
May I suggest something
simple and tasteful,
like...
The moon.
Or...
The sun.
Or if you're feeling
adventurous,
a circle.
Or a Tyrannosaurus Rex
surfing on a sea of blood
and in its tiny
little arms, a rose.
Could he be standing
behind the moon?
Ooh, scented candles.
Ugh, this smells like death.
What scent is this?
"Death."
And they also have
"Vanilla death."
Nice! How did you get
Blood Butcher to leave?
We just told them there's
been a change of venue.
Let's see how Punch
Grandma in the Neck
plays at the Golden
Acres Retirement Home.
All right, Happy Fuzzy
Friends, let's suit up.
Yeah. Finally things
are back on track.
Yeah, I don't think so!
Look at these backstage snacks!
I specifically
requested macaroons.
Where are my blasted macaroons?
Excuse me. I'm looking for a
guy that's not very smart,
really desperate,
and about yay high.
Why? You're blonde and pretty.
You could do better than that.
By the way, I hate you because
you're blonde and pretty.
Aww, that's so sweet!
Hello, San Francisco!
Put your hands together for
the Happy Fuzzy Friends!
Five, six, seven, eight!
♪ When you're doing
crafts with art supplies
♪ Don't run with scissors
it's not too wise
♪ You could stab your chest
your arms, your thighs
♪ You could lose one
or even both your eyes
♪ Don't stick your hands
together with glue
Wow, they're dark.
♪ You need your left hand
and your right hand, too
♪ Glue is good for wood or tin
♪ But it's really, really
bad for human skin ♪
Chyna? Excuse me. Excuse me.
I can't find my daughter.
And I can't find any
meaning in my life.
Cameron, there you are!
I thought you were going
to take me backstage.
What are you doing?
Uh, just finishing up
this guy's tattoo.
What is that?
A Tyrannosaurus Rex surfing
on a sea of blood,
and in its tiny
little arms, a rose?
Yep.
CHYN This next song is
from our new album,
which is already sold out
so don't look for it.
Five, six, seven, eight!
♪ In the soapy sudsy bath
♪ You can wash
your face and hair
♪ You can wash your
back, your elbows
♪ You can wash your derriere
♪ Between your toes
behind your ears
♪ Are places you should scrub
♪ But the one thing
you should never do
♪ Is go potty in the tub
♪ Don't go potty in
the tub, tub, tub
♪ That's not what you do
when you rub-a-dub-dub
♪ You can play with a
boat or a sub, sub, sub
♪ Just don't go potty
in the tub, tub, tub ♪
Chyna?
Chyna, what is going on?
Cameron's working
as a tattoo artist!
Who's Cameron, man?
I'm very disappointed
in you, young lady.
And Cameron,
I'm glad you have a job,
but a tattoo artist?
And Dennis. A tattoo?
Those things are permanent!
Can somebody help me?
I can't get this head off.
Cthulhu?
Dark Lord of the Underworld.
I am your servant.
Why, yes!
I am Cat Hula-hoop.
I command you to
get me a macaroon.
Cat Hula-hoop wants macaroons!
Yes, my Lord.
Yes!
I can't believe I'm getting a
guitar lesson from Turtleurkey!
Okay, I got you backstage.
Now you have to live up to
your end of the bargain.
Don't worry, I will.
Oh, yeah!
The cool table.
That's right. Cameron Parks
is at the cool table.
Look at all those cool kids
sitting at the un-cool table.
Okay, got to act cool since
I'm at the cool table.
Cool table.
Cool.
grilled cheese sandwiches.
It's so much better than
yesterday's angel hair pasta.
Yeah, I wish Angel
would wear a hair net.
Well, at least you can't mess
up a grilled cheese sandwich.
Don't be so sure.
Mine's not grilled,
there's no cheese on it,
and it's not bread.
It's just two dry sponges.
I'm going to complain to Angel.
Uh, Lexi? You have a
cleaver in your head.
I'm surprised you didn't notice,
given how much you
look in the mirror.
It's not real.
I'm a Cleaver Head. A fan
of the band Blood Butcher.
You little kids don't
know who they are.
Please. I know all
about Blood Butcher.
They're a band.
Their fans are called
Cleaver Heads.
Little kids don't
know who they are.
Oh, so I guess I'll see
you at their concert
Friday night at Toxic Wasteland.
Oh, you'll see us
at Toxic Wasteland!
We practically live
at Toxic Wasteland!
So, what is Toxic Wasteland?
It's that scary Goth
store downtown!
Why would you tell her
we're going there?
To fit in! Don't you
want to fit in?
No!
If I wanted to fit in, do you really
think I'd eat lunch with Angus?
Yeah!
I'll go to the concert
with you, Chyna.
Toxic Wasteland is right next
door to Fat Leganzo's Pizzeria.
One of their pizza toppings
is smaller pizzas!
Well, Angel gave me
another sandwich.
It pays to speak up.
♪ Ooh, ooh Doo, doo
♪ Ooh, ooh Doo, doo
Whoo!
♪ Everybody's got that thing
♪ You got it You got it
♪ We're on fire and we blaze
♪ In extraordinary ways
♪ 365 days
♪ We got it We got it
♪ You can dream it
♪ You can be it
♪ If you can feel it
♪ You can believe it
♪ 'Cause I am, you are, we are
♪ Exceptional Exceptional
♪ Yeah, I am, you are, we are
♪ Exceptional Exceptional
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh
♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
Whoo!
Hey, Lexi, you're into
Blood Butcher, right?
Big time.
Hardcore Goth-death-punk is my
third favorite type of music.
Right after pop-country
and Armenian reggae.
Well, would you
told youssed if I
I scored two tickets
to their concert?
No.
All you did was and
hit print.puter.
Those tickets were free.
No, they weren't.
My dad charges me
to use the printer.
You know what I really want?
To get backstage
and meet the band.
I can do that.
You? How?
There are two
things I'm good at.
Getting people backstage
to meet bands,
and making promises
I can't keep.
But if I get you backstage,
do something for me.
And I think you
know what I want.
Fine. I'll let you in
the cafeteriatable
every Wednesday for a week.
Every Wednesday for a week?
Sweet!
Your mom's never going to let you
see a band called Blood Butcher.
She's ridiculously
over-protective.
No, she's not.
All right. Let.
What?
There are earthquakes
in San Francisco.
Let's just check
out their website.
Maybe Blood Butcher isn't
as scary as they sound.
That's just the pop-up
ad for shampoo.
I know, but it popped
up so suddenly.
The name of their new single
sounds innocent enough.
It's called Sundays
With Grandma.
♪ Punch, punch, punch,
punch Grandma in the neck!
♪ I said punch,
punch punch Grandma
♪ Get Grandma Get Grandma
♪ Punch Grandma Get Grandma
♪ I love Sundays with Grandma ♪
Man! I guess Grandma's lucky
they only visit once a week.
What was that horrible sound?
Oh! Oh, that?
That was just Angus
doing a sit-up.
Show her, Angus.
Anyway, Mom,
I was wondering if I could
see a concert Friday night?
What's the name of the band?
Oh, uh, they're called...
The Happy Fuzzy Friends!
They sound like a
little kids' band.
Yeah, they sound like
a little kids' band.
They are! But they're
really good.
You should check
out their website.
Okay, I'll go do that right now.
Okay, you do that. Bye.
See you later.
Love you.
Why would you say they're
a little kids' band?
And why would you say
they have a website?
What kind of band
wouldn't have a website?
A band that doesn't exist!
Angus! Could you please kill the power
before she gets to her computer?
Sure. Good.
I meant in the house, not
in the entire world.
I'm not a mind reader.
Come on, we got to get the
Happy Fuzzy Friends website up
before my mom gets home
from work and goes online!
Don't rush me!
These things can't be done with
just the push of a button!
Okay, done.
All right, I drew a picture of the
Happy Fuzzy Friends to upload.
Here's Sharkelope,
Turtleurkey, Porcupotamus,
and Octopanda.
Octopanda? Where did
that come from?
Well, Olive, when an octopus and a
panda decide to start a family,
they're visited by
the storknausaraus.
So, Angus, you scan this in and
I'll record a song sample.
Okay.
♪ Sometimes it really
seems like a drag
♪ And when your mom tells
you she sounds like a nag
♪ But you gotta wear
pants in public
♪ It's something
you just gotta do
♪ At home it might be fun
♪ To take them off and run
♪ But you gotta wear
pants in public ♪
Good song.
And a good message, Angus.
Hey, you asked for a website.
Now, you want it fast or
do you want it with pants?
Excuse me, do you know where
I can find the manager?
If I knew that, don't you
think I'd tell the cops
and get the reward?
I'm the assistant manager.
The name's Sunshine.
Seriously?
I was wondering if I could get
a couple of backstage passes
to the Blood Butcher concert?
Forget it.
The backstage area
is our storeroom.
And the place I go to meditate
on my relationship with Cthulhu,
Dark Lord of the Underworld!
Sunshine?
You don't have, like, a
middle name you could go by?
Look, the backstage
is employees only.
So, if we're done here,
I have to go pierce the nose of
a lost, middle aged divorcee
who thinks a metal stud is
going to fill that empty void.
Sunshine!
Coming, Mom!
Relax!
Good news. The power's up and
we are able to go online again.
Oh. Didn't notice.
Seems like you grownups are
obsessed, almost hypnotized,
by the world wide web.
I checked out the Happy
Fuzzy Friends website
and they seem
perfectly harmless.
So can I go to the concert?
Yup, and I'm coming with you!
What?
What?
Awesome! Girls' night out!
No, no, no, no.
Mom, you can't go!
That's the night of
your yoga class.
I don't take yoga.
Well, you should.
You seem really tense.
I'm a birthday
party entertainer.
I need to know what the
kids are into these days.
♪ You gotta wear pants in public
♪ It's something something
something pants ♪
What are we going to do?
The Happy Fuzzy
Friends aren't real.
Calm down, Chyna.
That wasn't me.
♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
This is a disaster.
My mom's going to
find out I lied
about the Happy Fuzzy Friends.
She'll ground me forever!
Unless the Happy Fuzzy
Friends actually perform.
Come on, where are we going
to find an octopanda?
Easy! We get an octopus,
we get a panda,
put on a little romantic music
and wait for nature
to take its course.
Use your head, Fletcher.
The concert's tonight.
The gestation period of an
ursine-cephalopod hybrid
would be at least six months.
We could perform ourselves!
I'll record the music
and you guys pretend to
play the instruments.
All we have to do
is make costumes.
I got a panda suit.
Why do you have a panda suit?
I won it in a sit-up contest.
I told you.
Backstage passes are
for employees only.
Oh, I'm not here about that.
I'm here to apply
for employment.
You're looking for
a tattoo artist.
Do you have any experience?
Well, I kissed a girl
once at summer camp.
I meant as a tattoo artist.
Oh.
In that case, I was lying
about summer camp.
But I have worked as a tattoo
artist at a lot of places.
Like where?
Um, Tater Tats, Tat Burger,
Tatz's Deli,
Jar Jar Inks.
Okay, you're hired.
All right!
Maybe I'll start tomorrow.
I'll just hang out here tonight
and check out the storeroom.
You know, see where
you keep your
tattoo machine.
Not so fast.
I need you to work a shift now.
In fact, here's your
first customer.
He wants a tattoo on his back.
Shouldn't he take off
that sweater, too?
That's not a sweater.
Where's Chyna?
We can't perform without
our lead singer.
She's going solo already?
She's nothing without us!
Hey, guys.
Oh. Well, look who
came crawling back.
The Happy Fuzzy Friends are
playing at this place?
Why do all these kids have
cleavers in their heads?
Oh!
Yeah, well, that's...
That's just because the Happy
Fuzzy Friends have this song,
and it's called.
Don't Play in the Knife Drawer.
Check this out.
♪ If you play in
the knife drawer
♪ Something bad will happen
♪ Best way to explain
♪ Is to do a little rappin'
♪ My mom warned me but
I didn't believe her
♪ When she told me not
to play with a cleaver
♪ Playin' with knives
is really pathetic
♪ You could end up
needing a paramedic
♪ Holla! ♪
Man, every one of
their songs is good.
This is cute.
I'm going to buy
it for your Nana.
It says, "Sundays With Grandma!"
Oh, this is good. You like it?
Yeah.
Excellent!
Okay, let's do this.
Olive, did you bring the costumes?
Check.
Angus, did you bring the instruments?
Check.
Fletcher, did you call
Blood Butcher's people
and tell them the
gig was canceled?
Check.
Fletcher, that's Blood Butcher!
You just said check!
Yeah, I meant I need to
check my to-do list, and...
I did not do it.
We cannot let Blood Butcher
get on that stage.
Don't worry. You and Fletcher
just get our costumes ready.
What are you two going to do?
Yeah, what are we
two going to do?
Go shopping.
Hey, guys. I'm the
manager, Rainbow.
And I'm the assistant
manager, Lollipops.
I'm afraid we have
some bad news.
And not the good
kind of bad news
like an impending apocalypse.
I was really hoping the
first time I shaved,
it would be my face.
Okay, it's tattoo time.
What would you like?
May I suggest something
simple and tasteful,
like...
The moon.
Or...
The sun.
Or if you're feeling
adventurous,
a circle.
Or a Tyrannosaurus Rex
surfing on a sea of blood
and in its tiny
little arms, a rose.
Could he be standing
behind the moon?
Ooh, scented candles.
Ugh, this smells like death.
What scent is this?
"Death."
And they also have
"Vanilla death."
Nice! How did you get
Blood Butcher to leave?
We just told them there's
been a change of venue.
Let's see how Punch
Grandma in the Neck
plays at the Golden
Acres Retirement Home.
All right, Happy Fuzzy
Friends, let's suit up.
Yeah. Finally things
are back on track.
Yeah, I don't think so!
Look at these backstage snacks!
I specifically
requested macaroons.
Where are my blasted macaroons?
Excuse me. I'm looking for a
guy that's not very smart,
really desperate,
and about yay high.
Why? You're blonde and pretty.
You could do better than that.
By the way, I hate you because
you're blonde and pretty.
Aww, that's so sweet!
Hello, San Francisco!
Put your hands together for
the Happy Fuzzy Friends!
Five, six, seven, eight!
♪ When you're doing
crafts with art supplies
♪ Don't run with scissors
it's not too wise
♪ You could stab your chest
your arms, your thighs
♪ You could lose one
or even both your eyes
♪ Don't stick your hands
together with glue
Wow, they're dark.
♪ You need your left hand
and your right hand, too
♪ Glue is good for wood or tin
♪ But it's really, really
bad for human skin ♪
Chyna? Excuse me. Excuse me.
I can't find my daughter.
And I can't find any
meaning in my life.
Cameron, there you are!
I thought you were going
to take me backstage.
What are you doing?
Uh, just finishing up
this guy's tattoo.
What is that?
A Tyrannosaurus Rex surfing
on a sea of blood,
and in its tiny
little arms, a rose?
Yep.
CHYN This next song is
from our new album,
which is already sold out
so don't look for it.
Five, six, seven, eight!
♪ In the soapy sudsy bath
♪ You can wash
your face and hair
♪ You can wash your
back, your elbows
♪ You can wash your derriere
♪ Between your toes
behind your ears
♪ Are places you should scrub
♪ But the one thing
you should never do
♪ Is go potty in the tub
♪ Don't go potty in
the tub, tub, tub
♪ That's not what you do
when you rub-a-dub-dub
♪ You can play with a
boat or a sub, sub, sub
♪ Just don't go potty
in the tub, tub, tub ♪
Chyna?
Chyna, what is going on?
Cameron's working
as a tattoo artist!
Who's Cameron, man?
I'm very disappointed
in you, young lady.
And Cameron,
I'm glad you have a job,
but a tattoo artist?
And Dennis. A tattoo?
Those things are permanent!
Can somebody help me?
I can't get this head off.
Cthulhu?
Dark Lord of the Underworld.
I am your servant.
Why, yes!
I am Cat Hula-hoop.
I command you to
get me a macaroon.
Cat Hula-hoop wants macaroons!
Yes, my Lord.
Yes!
I can't believe I'm getting a
guitar lesson from Turtleurkey!
Okay, I got you backstage.
Now you have to live up to
your end of the bargain.
Don't worry, I will.
Oh, yeah!
The cool table.
That's right. Cameron Parks
is at the cool table.
Look at all those cool kids
sitting at the un-cool table.
Okay, got to act cool since
I'm at the cool table.
Cool table.
Cool.