Austin & Ally (2011–2016): Season 2, Episode 11 - Partners & Parachutes - full transcript

THIS JOB IS SO BORING, MOM.

THE ONLY THING OLDER THAN
THE ANTIQUES WE SELL

ARE THE CUSTOMERS WHO BUY IT.

YOU SHOULD SEE THIS OLD
BAT I'M LOOKING AT.

NOT YOU, I WAS TALKING
ABOUT THIS OLD BAT!

TRISH, YOU'VE ALREADY OFFENDED SIX
CUSTOMERS AND IT'S NOT EVEN LUNCH YET!

OH YEAH, ABOUT THAT, CAN I
GO ON MY LUNCH BREAK NOW?

SELL SOMETHING OR YOU'RE FIRED.

YOU... I'M WATCHING YOU.

HEY, TRISH. WOW, LOOK
AT ALL THESE ANTIQUES.

IT'S LIKE A ROOM FULL
OF BEAUTIFUL MEMORIES.



THIS PLACE SMELLS LIKE MY
GRANDFATHER'S DIRTY OLD SHOES.

HEY, IT'S MY GRANDPA'S SHOES!

PLEASE TELL ME YOU GUYS
ARE GONNA BUY SOMETHING.

ACTUALLY, I JUST ENTERED
A SHORT STORY CONTEST

AND I'M LOOKING FOR A
VINTAGE TYPEWRITER.

I WANT SOMETHING LIKE
ERNEST HEMINGWAY WROTE ON.

I HAVE JUST THE THING.

THAT ONE'S PERFECT!

I'LL TAKE IT, TRISH. I'M SURE
TO WIN THE CONTEST WITH THIS.

NOT SO FAST, RED.

CHUCK.

I ENTERED THE CONTEST TOO.

YOU'RE WASTING YOUR TIME, CHUCK. I'M
GONNA WIN THE SHORT STORY CONTEST.

YOU WISH. MY STORY'S SO SHORT,



YOU CAN SEE ITS FEET ON
ITS DRIVER'S LICENSE.

MY STORY'S SO SHORT, IT'S NOT ALLOWED
TO GO ON ANY CARNIVAL RIDES.

MY STORY'S SO SHORT,

WHEN IT SITS ON A DIME ITS
FEET DON'T TOUCH THE GROUND.

MY STORY'S SO SHORT,
THAT IT'S, UM...

THAT'S IT'S, UH...

I THINK I SMELL SMOKE.

MUST BE YOUR BRAIN ON OVERDRIVE.

SAVE IT FOR THE CONTEST.

ADIOS, MUCHACHOS.

THAT'S RIGHT, TRISHITA BONITA,

I KNOW SPANISH.

SO ARE YOU GONNA BUY THAT
OLD TYPEWRITER OR NOT, DEZ?

LET ME TEST IT OUT.

"A GIANT MAN-EATING FISH

SLOWLY APPROACHED."

THAT'S FUNNY. THAT BIG
GUY'S EATING SUSHI.

- WHY IS THAT FUNNY?
- BECAUSE HE'S A GIANT MAN EATING FISH.

MAN-EATING FISH? DEZ
JUST TYPED THAT.

WHOA, MAYBE THE
TYPEWRITER'S MAGIC.

THERE'S NO SUCH THING
AS A MAGIC TYPEWRITER.

LET'S TEST IT OUT. "A CRAZY
BIRD CAME OUT OF NOWHERE."

OKAY, THAT WAS JUST
A COINCIDENCE.

TYPE SOMETHING ELSE.

UH, "IT BEGAN TO RAIN

HOT DOGS INSIDE THE STORE."

YOU GUYS SEE THE HOT
DOGS TOO, RIGHT?

♪ WHEN THE CROWD WANTS MORE,
I BRING ON THE THUNDER ♪

♪ 'CAUSE YOU'VE GOT MY BACK
AND I'M NOT GOING UNDER ♪

♪ YOU'RE MY POINT,
YOU'RE MY GUARD ♪

♪ YOU'RE THE PERFECT CHORD ♪

♪ AND I SEE OUR NAMES
TOGETHER ON EVERY BILLBOARD ♪

♪ WE'RE HEADED FOR THE TOP,
WE'VE GOT IT ON LOCK ♪

♪ WE'LL MAKE 'EM SAY "HEY!" ♪

♪ AND WE'LL KEEP ROCKIN'

♪ OH, THERE'S NO WAY I
COULD MAKE IT WITHOUT YA ♪

♪ DO IT WITHOUT YA,
BE HERE WITHOUT YA ♪

♪ IT'S NO FUN WHEN
YOU'RE DOING IT SOLO ♪

♪ WITH YOU IT'S LIKE,
"WHOA," YEAH, AND I KNOW ♪

♪ I OWN THIS DREAM

♪ 'CAUSE I GOT YOU WITH ME

♪ THERE'S NO WAY I COULD
MAKE IT WITHOUT YA ♪

♪ DO IT WITHOUT YA,
BE HERE WITHOUT YA. ♪

OKAY, THERE'S A LOGICAL
EXPLANATION FOR ALL OF THIS.

GUYS EATING SUSHI
GO INTO STORES.

CUCKOO CLOCKS GO OFF EVERY HOUR.

HOT DOGS FALL FROM THE SKY.

OKAY, MAYBE IT IS A
MAGIC TYPEWRITER.

THE ONLY THING MAGIC
ABOUT THAT TYPEWRITER

IS THAT I WAS ABLE TO GET SOME
SUCKER TO BUY IT FOR 50 BUCKS.

THANKS AGAIN, DEZ.

I THINK WE SHOULD
KEEP TESTING IT OUT.

"THE TYPEWRITER BROUGHT
THOSE AROUND IT

GREAT FORTUNE."

GREAT FORTUNE, GREAT FORTUNE!

- I WON, ALLY!
- WHAT DID YOU WIN, DAD?

THE MALL ASSOCIATION'S STORE
OWNER OF THE YEAR AWARD.

I WANT YOU TO PRESENT ME
WITH THE AWARD, HONEY.

- I'M HONORED, MR. DAWSON.
- I WAS TALKING TO MY DAUGHTER.

OH, THIS IS THE SECOND
LUCKIEST DAY OF MY LIFE,

- NEXT TO THE DAY YOU WERE BORN.
- AWW.

I'LL NEVER FORGET WALKING
OUT OF THAT DELIVERY ROOM

AND FINDING A $20
BILL ON THE FLOOR.

I'M STARTING TO THINK THIS
TYPEWRITER REALLY IS MAGIC.

DEZ, TYPE SOMETHING ELSE.

"DEZ ATE A GIANT
MEAT-LOVER'S SUB."

DID SOMEBODY ORDER A
MEAT-LOVER'S SUB?

OKAY, NOW I'M
STARTING TO BELIEVE.

TYPE SOMETHING FOR ME!

OOH, I WANT TO DATE
A CHEERLEADER.

DID SOMEBODY ORDER A
MEAT-LOVER'S SUB?

OOPS, I ACCIDENTALLY TYPED
OVER THE LAST THING I WROTE.

THAT'S OKAY, THIS ONE'S BETTER.

GIVE ME AN "S," GIVE ME
A "U," GIVE ME A "B"!

I'M AUSTIN.

'SUP?

THAT TYPEWRITER'S THE
BEST THING EVER!

THANKS FOR MY MONEY TREE, DEZ.

HERE, GO BUY YOURSELF
SOMETHING PRETTY.

THAT WAS A LEAF.

THANKS FOR ALL THESE BOOKS, DEZ!

THERE'S ENOUGH HERE TO
LAST ME A WHOLE WEEK.

YOU GIRLS MIGHT
WANT TO STEP ASIDE.

AUSTIN'S ABOUT TO HAVE
ANOTHER DREAM COME TRUE.

THERE'S FIVE SECONDS LEFT,
THE HEAT ARE DOWN BY ONE.

AUSTIN MOON STEALS THE BALL

AND DOES HIS FAMOUS
AUSTIN MOON DUNK.

- YES!
- OH, YEAH!

GIVE ME AN "A," GIVE ME A "U,"

- GIVE ME AN "S"...
- YEAH YEAH, WE GET IT.

WHAT DO YOU WANT
ME TO TYPE NEXT?

WELL, I HAVE A DRIVER'S
TEST COMING UP.

- YOU WANT DEZ TO HELP YOU PASS?
- NO,

I WANT A NEW CAR WHEN I PASS.

SOMETHING COOL...
LIKE A FIRE TRUCK!

- IS THAT REAL MONEY ON THAT TREE?
- NO.

- WHAT?
- YEAH RIGHT.

THIS IS A MONEY TREE!

AND A MERMAID GAVE IT TO ME

AS A REWARD FOR FINDING
HER RUNAWAY UNICORN.

WHY IS EVERYONE
ACTING SO SUSPICIOUS?

WHAT?! SUSPICIOUS?

IF ANYTHING, WE'RE
ACTING UNSUSPICIOUS.

I HOPE YOU'RE PREPARED TO
LOSE THAT CONTEST, DEZ-ASTER.

'CAUSE I'M GONNA WRITE
THE COOLEST STORY EVER.

PLEASE. MY STORY'S SO COOL,

IT'S GONNA HOST THE
NEXT WINTER OLYMPICS.

MY STORY'S SO COOL, WHEN
MY AIR CONDITIONING BREAKS

I STAND NEXT TO MY
STORY TO COOL DOWN.

YEAH? WELL, MY STORY'S SO COOL

BECAUSE EVERYTHING I TYPE ON MY
MAGIC TYPEWRITER COMES TRUE.

DID YOU JUST SAY YOU
HAVE A MAGIC TYPEWRITER?

YEAH RIGHT, IT'S A
"MAGIC" TYPEWRITER.

HE BOUGHT IT FROM A LEPRECHAUN
WITH MY MONEY TREE.

RIGHT.

WELL, I GUESS I'LL MOSEY ALONG.

I'M GOING TO THE GYM.
THAT'S RIGHT.

I WORK OUT.

DO YOU THINK HE KNOWS
MY TYPEWRITER'S MAGIC?!

WELL, YOU PRETTY MUCH
JUST TOLD HIM IT WAS.

I BETTER HIDE IT
IN A SAFE PLACE.

I'LL TYPE MYSELF A GIANT CASTLE SURROUNDED
BY A MOAT AND FIRE-BREATHING DRAGONS.

OR YOU COULD JUST PUT IT

IN THE PRACTICE ROOM
AND LOCK THE DOOR.

HMMM. FINE.

"DEZ PICKED UP THE TYPEWRITER

AND CARRIED IT BACK TO
THE PRACTICE ROOM."

EVERYTHING I TYPE

COMES TRUE! IT STILL
BLOWS MY MIND.

SHOULDN'T YOU BE STUDYING
FOR YOUR DRIVER'S TEST?

I AM. I'M PLAYING "CRASH CITY."

IF I CAN DRIVE A FLAMING SEMI
TRUCK OVER A COLLAPSING BRIDGE,

I'M PRETTY SURE I
CAN PARALLEL PARK.

TOO BAD YOUR DRIVING TEST IS ON THE
SAME DAY AS MY DAD'S AWARD CEREMONY.

I WAS REALLY HOPING
YOU COULD COME.

WHEN YOU'RE DONE WRITING YOUR SPEECH,
YOU WANNA GRAB SOMETHING TO EAT?

I CAN'T, I GOTTA
GET BACK TO WORK.

- IT'S PACKED DOWNSTAIRS.
- I CAN TAKE CARE OF THAT.

"THE CUSTOMERS FLED IN HORROR

WHEN THE GIANT ELEPHANT
CAME OUT OF NOWHERE."

I WISH.

PROBABLY SHOULD HAVE
TYPED SOMETHING ELSE.

I DIDN'T WIN FIRST PLACE IN THAT
BURGLARY CONTEST FOR NOTHING.

HEE HEE HEE!

HEY, TRISH. UH...

I THOUGHT YOU WERE WORKING
AT THE ANTIQUE SHOP TODAY.

YOU GAVE ME A MONEY TREE.

I'M NEVER WORKING AGAIN.

I BOUGHT THE ANTIQUE SHOP AND NOW MR.
GOWER WORKS FOR ME.

FINISHED YOUR SHOPPING,
MISS DE LA ROSA.

HERE'S YOUR SMOOTHIE AND
YOUR DIAMOND TIARA.

THANKS.

HERE, BUY YOURSELF
SOMETHING PRETTY.

UH, THIS IS A LEAF.

WELL, I'M GONNA GO WORK
ON MY SHORT STORY.

UH, WHAT HAPPENED
TO THE GRAND PIANO?

- A GIANT ELEPHANT CRUSHED IT.
- OH.

I LOVE GARDENING.

MY TYPEWRITER'S GONE!
CHUCK STOLE IT!

- HOW DO YOU KNOW IT WAS HIM?
- I FOUND THIS BOOT SPUR ON THE FLOOR.

OKAY, LET'S NOT PANIC.

I'M SURE HE DOESN'T KNOW
IT'S A MAGIC TYPEWRITER.

OKAY, HE KNOWS.

CHUCK IS MAKING MY
LIFE MISERABLE.

EVERY TIME I ORDER A CHURRO
IT TURNS INTO A STICK.

HE'S MESSING WITH US TOO.
LOOK AT OUR HAIR!

IT'S WORSE THAN THAT.

MY MONEY TREE DIED AND CHUCK
GAVE THE ANTIQUE STORE

BACK TO MR. GOWER.
HE'S MY BOSS AGAIN!

I CAN'T DANCE ANYMORE! I
LOST ALL MY COOL MOVES.

UH-OH. I HOPE I
DIDN'T LOSE MINE.

WHEW, STILL GOT IT.

WE HAVE TO GET THAT
TYPEWRITER BACK!

HOWDY, PARDNERS.

GIVE ME BACK MY
TYPEWRITER, CHUCK!

TYPEWRITER?

I'M USING A COMPUTER THAT FITS
RIGHT ON THE TOP OF MY LAP.

I'M CURRENTLY WRITING
THE WINNING SHORT STORY

WITH SUPERIOR WORDPLAY.

"CHUCK WAS PLEASED BY
THE PARANOIA DISPLAYED

BY DEZ-PERADO AND HIS
PURPLE-HAIRED POSSE."

THAT IS PRETTY GOOD WORDPLAY.

WE KNOW YOU STOLE DEZ'S
TYPEWRITER, CHUCKLES.

DO YOU KNOW THE
SKILLS IT WOULD TAKE

TO BREAK INTO A
SECOND-STORY WINDOW,

STEAL A TYPEWRITER, THEN DESCEND

A 20-FOOT LADDER ONE-HANDED
WHILE HOLDING SAID TYPEWRITER?

WHILE I POSSESS SUCH SKILLS,

- I DIDN'T DO IT.
- WE FOUND YOUR SPUR

IN THE PRACTICE ROOM AND
WE'RE PREPARED TO USE IT.

EASY THERE, TRISH-ALICIOUS.

I'M NOT SAYING I
HAVE THE TYPEWRITER,

BUT IF I DID, I'D USE IT TO
MAKE ALL YOUR LIVES MISERABLE.

THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN
TYPE THAT WE CAN'T HANDLE.

I KNOW ONE THING I CAN'T HANDLE.

TAKING CARE OF
ANOTHER MONEY TREE.

THOSE THINGS ARE SO MUCH WORK.

- YOU'RE NOT GETTING YOUR MONEY TREE BACK.
- AW, MAN.

LET'S GET OUT OF HERE. HE DOESN'T
HAVE THE TYPEWRITER WITH HIM.

LISTEN UP, CHUCK,

I'M GONNA MAKE YOUR LIFE
WORRISOME BY WINNING THE CONTEST

WITH MY WILD, WITTY
AND WONDROUS WRITING.

OH YEAH, I'M PRETTY
GOOD AT WORDPLAY TOO.

HEY, OUR HAIR'S BACK TO NORMAL.

YOU THINK CHUCK IS
DONE MESSING WITH US?

HE'S PROBABLY JUST TRICKING US
INTO A FALSE SENSE OF SECURITY

BEFORE HE DOES SOMETHING
REALLY HORRIBLE.

WHAT IS THE WORST THING
HE COULD DO TO US?

WHOA, I FEEL WEIRD.

WHAT JUST HAPPENED?

YOU'RE ALWAYS WEIRD, YOU DOOF.

WHAT ELSE IS NEW?

ALLY, WHY IS TRISH'S VOICE
COMING OUT OF YOUR BODY?

AUSTIN, WHY IS DEZ'S VOICE
COMING OUT OF YOUR BODY?

UH, 'CAUSE I'M DEZ!

I'M TRAPPED IN AUSTIN'S BODY!

AND I'M TRISH! WE'RE ALL TRAPPED
IN EACH OTHER'S BODIES!

CHUCK MADE US SWITCH BODIES?

I CAN'T BELIEVE CHUCK USED THE MAGIC
TYPEWRITER TO SWITCH OUR BODIES.

I SAY WE STRING THE LITTLE
TWERP UP BY HIS BOOTS

- AND BEAT HIM LIKE A PINATA!
- ALLY, WHAT'S GOTTEN INTO YOU?

OH RIGHT, TRISH HAS
GOTTEN INTO YOU.

WE NEED TO SWITCH BACK.

I CAN'T LIVE IN AUSTIN'S BODY!

OKAY, MAYBE I CAN.

I'M AUSTIN. 'SUP.

THEY CALL ME THE LOVE WHISPERER.

HE'S NOT AUSTIN MOON.

I'M AUSTIN MOON.

♪ DON'T LOOK DOWN
DOWN DOWN DOWN ♪

♪ DON'T LOOK DOWN...

OKAY, I'M NOT USED TO
BEING IN THIS BODY.

MAYBE NEXT TIME YOU SHOULD SING

"I FALL DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN.
" AM I RIGHT?

YEAH, I'M NOT GONNA
HIGH FIVE YOU FOR THAT.

I CAN'T EVEN GET A
HIGH FIVE FROM MYSELF.

AM I RIGHT?

HEY, HONEY. FIGURED OUT WHAT YOU'RE
GONNA SAY AT MY AWARD CEREMONY YET?

YEAH, I WROTE A REALLY
GREAT SPEECH, DAD.

- DID YOU JUST CALL ME DAD?
- SHE'S JUST MESSING AROUND.

YOU KNOW TRISH... SMART, SASSY,

ALWAYS MAKING JOKES.

WHY ARE YOUR VOICES LIKE THAT?

AUSTIN, WHAT'S GOING
ON WITH THE GIRLS?

IT'S KINDA HARD TO EXPLAIN.

- I WAS TALKING TO AUSTIN.
- I AM AUSTIN.

- I'M DEZ!
- DAD, WE CAN EXPLAIN.

GUESS WHO'S TRAPPED
IN ALLY'S BODY?

CHUCK STOLE DEZ'S
MAGIC TYPEWRITER

AND MADE US ALL SWITCH BODIES.

OH, A MAGIC TYPEWRITER?
IT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE.

AND I THOUGHT I WAS
LOSING MY MIND.

I KNOW IT'S HARD TO UNDERSTAND,

BUT... WAIT A SEC.

I'M TRISH AGAIN! OH.

HEY, THAT'S GREAT.

I'M AUSTIN AGAIN!

I'M JUST SO GLAD
EVERYTHING'S BACK TO NORMAL.

I LOVE YOU, DAD.

DAD, COME BACK!

BYE, MR. DAWSON!

YOU KNOW, I'M NOT ENTIRELY SURE
EVERYTHING IS BACK TO NORMAL.

WE'VE GOTTA GET THAT TYPEWRITER BACK
BEFORE CHUCK MAKES THIS ANY WORSE.

HOW CAN IT GET ANY WORSE
THAN SWITCHING BODIES?

OH HEY, MY VOICE IS BACK! WAHOO!

CHUCK, WE'VE COME TO GET
THE TYPEWRITER BACK.

TAKE ONE MORE STEP AND I'LL
TURN YOU INTO A CACTUS.

GIVE US BACK THE TYPEWRITER OR
I'M GONNA MAKE YOU REGRET IT.

YOU'D NEVER DO ANYTHING TO ME.

YOU FIND ME... IRRESISTIBLE.

IRRESISTIBLE? I FIND
YOU EXTREMELY...

ADORABLE.

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, TRISH?
HE'S A THIEF...

WHO STOLE MY HEART.

I CAN'T BELIEVE HE'S USING THE
TYPEWRITER TO GET GIRLS TO LIKE HIM!

YEAH! I CAN'T BELIEVE I
DIDN'T THINK OF THAT.

YOU'RE SO CUTE,

KITTENS LOOK AT PICTURES
OF YOU ON THE INTERNET.

YOU'RE SO CUTE, INSTEAD OF
CALLING BABIES "CUTIE-PIES"

THEY CALL 'EM "CHUCKIE-PIES."

BACK OFF, ALLY. HE'S MINE.

- NO, HE'S MINE!
- LADIES, LADIES.

THERE'S ENOUGH CHUCKIE-PIE
TO GO AROUND.

EVERYONE GETS A SLICE.

GIVE IT UP, CHUCK...

I JUST SAID UPCHUCK.

I'LL STOP

- DEZ APOLOGIZES.
- FOR WHAT?

FOR STEALING MY LOOK. COWBOY
WASN'T MY FIRST CHOICE.

WACKY PANTS AND SILLY
SHIRTS USED TO BE MY THING.

SEE?

SO YOU'RE SAYING THAT
IF I JUST APOLOGIZE,

YOU'LL STOP MESSING WITH US, WE CAN
GO BACK TO LIVING OUR NORMAL LIVES?

YUP. ALL YOU GOTTA DO IS

"I'M SORRY."

WELL THEN,

I GUESS I'M SORRY...

THAT I'M NEVER EVER
GONNA APOLOGIZE TO YOU!

- DEZ!
- SORRY, AUSTIN.

IT'S A MATTER OF PRINCIPLE.
I CAN'T APOLOGIZE TO HIM.

I DON'T CARE IF HE DOES
TURN ME INTO A CACTUS...

OR A GOLDFISH...

OR ALLY'S DAD WEARING
A CHICKEN OUTFIT...

OR ONE OF THOSE
DINOSAURS WITH THE...

DEZ, STOP GIVING HIM IDEAS!

YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE, RED.

IT'S ABOUT TO GET UGLIER
FOR YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS.

YOU ARE SO CUTE WHEN
YOU'RE THREATENING US.

BOOP!

LEAVE MY FRIENDS OUT OF IT!

ALLY HAS TO GIVE A SPEECH FOR HER
DAD, AUSTIN HAS A DRIVER'S TEST...

BELIEVE ME, THEY HAVE
ENOUGH TO WORRY ABOUT.

- DEZ, SERIOUSLY, STOP TALKING.
- HE'S NOT GONNA DO ANYTHING,

- 'CAUSE WE'RE GONNA STOP HIM FIRST!
- "CHUCK DISAPPEARS!"

OHHH.

- OH OH!
- DID HE REALLY JUST LEAVE THE TYPEWRITER?

I MEANT... "CHUCK DISAPPEARS
WITH THE TYPEWRITER."

OH, COME ON!

ALTHOUGH HE'S NEVER BOUGHT ANYTHING FROM
ANY OF THE OTHER STORES IN THE MALL,

- LESTER DAWSON REPRESENTS...
- THERE'S NO SIGN OF CHUCK ANYWHERE.

HURRY UP AND GIVE YOUR SPEECH
BEFORE ANYTHING HAPPENS.

WITH NO FURTHER ADO,
LESTER DAWSON'S DAUGHTER.

HELLO, EVERYBODY.
I'M ALLY DAWSON.

I'M ABRAHAM LINCOLN, AREN'T I?

- LET'S BEGIN.
- GOT IT.

I'LL JUST PUT MY HANDS AT
THE 10 AND TWO POSITION.

MR. MOON! ARE YOU AWARE

THAT YOU HAVE HOOVES WHERE
YOUR HANDS SHOULD BE?

I CAN STILL DRIVE. NOTHING'S GONNA STOP
ME FROM GETTING MY DRIVER'S LICENSE.

UH, CAN YOU START
THE CAR FOR ME?

FOUR SCORE AND SEVEN YEARS AGO,

GIVE OR TAKE A FEW SCORES,

MY FATHER OPENED SONIC BOOM...

YOU'VE GOTTA STOP THIS! GO
APOLOGIZE TO CHUCK NOW.

FINE.

I GUESS IT'S THE ONLY
WAY TO MAKE THIS STOP.

EVERYBODY RUN!

HUH.

I GUESS IT IS KINDA HARD
TO DRIVE WITH HOOVES.

MY STORE!

IT'LL BE OKAY, DAD.

THE TYPEWRITER!

I'M STILL GONNA WIN THAT
SHORT STORY CONTEST.

DON'T THINK SO!

CHUCK, YOUR STORY'S ABOUT
TO GET A LOT SHORTER.

MAN, YOU SHRUNK ME!

THIS ISN'T OVER!

NOW YOU'RE KIND OF ADORABLE.

I KNEW YOU'D COME AROUND.

"AND SO OUR HERO DEZ
SAVED THE DAY."

"A WHOLE BUNCH OF
CHEERLEADERS THANKED HIM

BY SHOWERING HIM WITH HUGS AND
MEAT-LOVER'S SANDWICHES."

"AND SO DEZ AND THE
OTHER CHEERLEADERS

LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER.

"THE END."

THAT WAS AN INTERESTING STORY.

THE WHOLE MAGIC TYPEWRITER
AND THE MONEY TREE?

I WISH.

IT WAS A GOOD STORY,
BUT A LITTLE UNREAL.

I MEAN I WOULDN'T NEED A MAGIC
TYPEWRITER TO GET A CHEERLEADER.

I'M AUSTIN. 'SUP.

I HAVE A BOYFRIEND.

LET'S GO, DARLIN'.

IT COULD'VE BEEN
YOU, TRISHY-POO.

AND THAT'S HOW I WON FIRST PLACE

IN THE SHORT STORY
WRITING CONTEST.

AND NEXT WEEK,

I'M GONNA WIN THE
CAKE BAKING CONTEST.

NOT SO FAST, RED.

I'M GONNA WIN 'CAUSE I
BAKE THE SWEETEST CAKES.

PLEASE.

MY CAKE'S SO SWEET,
YOU GET A CAVITY

- JUST BY LOOKING AT IT.
- YEAH?

MY CAKE'S SO SWEET, MY GRANDMA

WANTS TO SQUEEZE ITS CHEEKS
EVERY TIME SHE SEES IT.

MY CAKE'S SO SWEET,

INSTEAD OF HAVING A
"SWEET 16" PARTY,

GIRLS HAVE A "MY CAKE 16" PARTY.

WELL, MY CAKE IS SO SWEET,

INSTEAD OF HAVING
"SWEET 16" PARTIES,

GIRLS HAVE...

"MY... MY CAKE

S-SW... 16" PARTIES...

- YOU ALREADY SAID THAT.
- HA!

SWEET, SWEET VICTORY.

OR SHOULD I SAY "MY
CAKE, MY CAKE" VICTORY?