Victorious (2010–2013): Season 2, Episode 5 - Prom Wrecker - full transcript
Tori discovers that there wasn't a prom at Hollywood Arts so she decides to make one, which ruins Jade's performance and makes her want to get revenge. Meanwhile, Trina hires Sinjin to hack into the The Slap to make her prom queen. Also, Robbie thinks that Cat is lying about her date to the prom and Andre is tired of his new girlfriend who keeps kissing him.
- Whoo.
- Hi.
- Shh! Not now. Look.
- Whoa, daddy.
- Andre's been working
on his new little
girlfriend over there
for like 10 minutes.
- So, um, after school, I was
thinking we could maybe--
- yeah, that sounds great.
- Mm.
- Ok, is Andre trying
to swallow that girl?
- No, I--I think they're
just keep kissing.
- See you Friday.
- Here he comes, here he comes.
Don't him know we
were watching him.
- What's up?
- Nothing.
- Oh, just hanging, you know.
- We were not watching
you kiss that girl.
- Aw, cat.
- It's all right.
Hope you all enjoyed the show.
- Oh, it's my brother.
- Did he
get me the stuff?
- Yeah. He says he got you
the clown costume,
the power drill,
and 12 gallons of blood.
- Wow. Where'd he find
12 gallons of fake blood?
- You wanted fake blood?
I'll go call my brother.
- So, should I ask
why you want blood,
a drill, and a clown suit?
- It's for a live
performance I'm doing.
- Ah.
- What's it about?
- A clown and a parachute
that doesn't open.
- What's it called?
"Clowns don't bounce."
- They don't.
- No.
- They don't do that.
- Come to the show,
you'll see why.
- Well, it's your fault
for partying too hard.
- What's up, rob?
- Oh, hey.
- What's wrong with Rex?
- Oh, we went to the
northridge prom this weekend.
Oh, those
northridge girls...
I feel like a prom
bomb went off in my head.
Oh!
And I have a stomach virus.
Aah! No, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no!
- Hey, when is our prom?
- We don't have a prom.
- What?
- Proms are stupid.
- I love proms.
- Well, which makes sense,
because you're you,
and proms are stupid.
♪ Here I am,
once again, feeling lost ♪
♪ but now and then,
I breathe it in to let it go ♪
♪ and you don't know
where you are now ♪
♪ what it would come to
if only somebody could hear ♪
♪ when you figure out how
you're lost in the moment ♪
♪ you disappear ♪
♪ you don't have to be afraid
to put your dream in action ♪
♪ you're never gonna fade ♪
♪ you'll be the main attraction
not a fantasy ♪
♪ just remember me
when it turns out right ♪
♪ 'cause you know that if
you live in your imagination ♪
♪ tomorrow you'll be
everybody's fascination ♪
♪ in my victory,
just remember me ♪
♪ when I make it shine ♪
- Wait, what do you mean
there's no prom
at Hollywood arts?
- There isn't.
There's never been one.
- You're sure there's
never been a prom here,
with coyotes, and a big
pile of burning tires?
This doesn't ring a bell?
- No.
I don't-- I don't think
that stuff happens at proms.
- Hmm.
Wait, why are we
talking about proms?
- 'Cause I want
to have one here.
- Oh.
Well, you need to talk
to the head
of student activities.
- I am right now.
Sikowitz, you're the head
of student activities.
- Really?
- Yes.
So, can we have a prom?
- Yes.
- Yay. Thank you.
- But--
- aw.
- It's got to either be
this Saturday or last Tuesday.
- Wait, this Saturday?
But that only gives us like five
days to get everything ready.
- Then you'd best hurry.
This is an oven mitt.
- Ok.
Ok, ok, I can do this.
Just a couple questions.
- Please, later.
I really need to take my
grandmother to the hospital.
- Oh, sure. Ok.
Ugh.
- Oh, my god!
I didn't know she was here.
- It's ok,
neither does she.
- All right, I created
this little computer model
of the asphalt cafe.
That's where we have lunch.
- Yes, it-- it sure is.
- Are we gonna talk
about this prom or what?
- Ok. Uh, since you mentioned
prom, a lot of people
have told me they
don't want Hollywood arts
to have a "normal" prom.
So the first idea I came up
with is, we call it a "prome."
Right?
- It's innovative. I like it.
- It's really stupid.
- Yeah, prome,
you're a genius.
Now, get on with it.
I had a burrito for lunch.
- Thank you, Rex.
Uh, now, decorations--
any ideas for a prome theme?
- Ok, ok, what if--
ok.
What if the theme was
like space pirates,
you know, from outer space?
Oh, and there could
also be kangaroo babies.
Yeah, yes.
- Look, we only have a few days
to put this prome together,
so we need a simple theme.
- Balloons are fun.
- My father owns
a rubber factory.
- And they have balloons?
- Oh, yes.
- All right, good!
Now, um, Andre, you and
I will book the band,
which will play up here.
And, uh-- Andre!
- Mm, yeah, yeah, rubber
band, sounds good.
- Ok. Now, um, next, we should
probably talk about--
oh, hey, Jade. Uh, did
you want to join the--
- You just had to
have your stupid prom
this Saturday night?
- We're calling it a prome.
- I was supposed to
do my performance
this Saturday night.
Now sikowitz says I can't
'cause you booked
the asphalt cafe
for your stupid prom!
- Prome.
- Cancel it!
- No!
- N-- no?
- No.
- No?
- No.
- Ok.
All right.
Have your prome.
But know this--
you're gonna
wish you didn't.
- Andre, did you
hear what she said?
- No, what she say?
- Cat? Cat?
- Oh, hey.
- Um, I don't know
if you have a, mm--
Did you-- did you hear
what my giraffe just said?
He's so inappropriate.
- I, um, I don't
know if maybe, you know,
if you want to go to
the prome with me?
Ah.
Would you?
- Oh, Robbie, I'd love to
go to the prome with you,
but another boy
already asked me.
- Really? Who?
- Tug.
- Tug?
- Yeah.
He goes to Burbank high.
He's a football player.
- You've never
mentioned tug before.
- I know.
I just met him at the mall.
He works at
bed bath and yonder.
Thanks for asking me, though.
- Thanks for responding.
I wish I had asked
her before tug did.
Dude, you've been lied to.
Cat doesn't have a
date to the prome.
She said she does.
Man, no one's named tug.
And what football player
works at bed bath and yonder,
selling pillowcases
and fruit soap?
She lied to me.
That little--
say it.
That little--
say it.
--Fibber!
Ooh, that is
some manly rage.
- Hey, sinjin.
- Oh, hey.
- So, listen, I totally deserve
to be prome queen, right?
- Um, ok.
- And I'm sure
I'm going to win,
but since people
are voting online,
I was thinking that
you could help, you know,
make sure I win?
- What are you saying?
- I want you to hack into
the slap and rig the voting.
- I'll do, it if you'll
be my prome date.
- Gross!
- I know.
But at least you'll
definitely get to be the queen.
- All right.
- But I want
the full experience.
You have to stay near me
and talk to me
and maybe share a laugh?
- Deal.
Ew.
What is this?
- It was meatloaf.
- Whoo!
- Ok, lights, done.
Band on the way.
Decorations-- sinjin!
Do not lick the balloons!
- Be free.
- Hey, Andre, will you
go check that-- Andre!
- Mm? Sorry.
Uh, why don't you go
get us some punch.
Mm, no, no, baby, the
punch, first, please.
- Ok.
Keep those lips warm.
- Oh, I will.
I'm a do that.
I'm getting
sick of that girl.
- Then why are you
always kissing her?
- She won't stop.
I keep trying to talk,
listen to music, get to
know each other better,
but to her, I'm just a pair
of sweet, buttery lips.
- Oh.
- Hey, uh, who's your date?
- Uh, oh!
I knew I forgot something!
Uh, well, maybe
I can just dance with you
and Robbie and, uh--
- well, hey there, promers.
- Uh, what are you
doing here?
- Hmm, well, I didn't
have anything else to do.
Beck's in Canada and you
got my performance canceled.
So, here I am at your prome.
- Bye. Bye.
- See you later.
Well, hey there, cat.
- Hi.
- Where's your date, tug?
- Oh, well, see,
he wore this cool hat
that spins and lights up,
but the batteries died,
so he went across the street
to get new ones.
- Oh, of course.
- What?
- Nothing.
I'm sure that's true.
- It is true.
- Come on, rob,
let's move along.
Yeah, it's getting a little
too fibby around here.
- Ok, everyone--
- yeah!
- Hey!
- Gather round.
- Tori!
- Welcome to the first
ever Hollywood arts prome!
- Yeah! Ok, ok,
the band'll be here soon,
but until then,
if you haven't voted
for prome queen and king,
you still have time.
- Yes, remember to vote,
'cause anyone can win.
- Just use your phones
to go to the slap.
And remember, you can only vote
for one queen and one king,
So...
- Whoa, what's going on?
- Ok, uh-- guys, it's ok.
Uh, it looks like the
electricity went out,
so just relax until I--
- What? What?
Oh, my god.
- Hey, hey, what is that?
It's freaking everybody out.
- I--I-- I don't know.
Uh, guys, guys,
give me five minutes
to work this out.
I am so sorry.
- Hey, Tori.
How's your prome going?
- Turn on the power,
turn off that freakish video,
and then go home!
- And miss the rest
of this prome?
No. I think
the fun's just begun.
- Yeah, well, think
again, 'cause there's not
going to be any more of
your stupid little pranks.
- Oh, then you'd better tell
that shrimp in your bra.
- Shrimp in my br...
Mm, ugh.
How did she do it?
- Turn it off.
- Turn it off.
- It won't stop.
- This is horrible.
- When will it end?
- Jade, are you done with
your little sabotage game?
- Done with
what little sabotage game?
- Hey, uh, sinjin
found the projector
and killed the crazy video.
- Oh, good, good,
now we just got to--
- oh, yeah.
- Oh!
- Take that,
you freak demon.
Ok, people, this prome
is back in action.
Oh, hey, um, did
you call the band
and find out why they're late?
-Yeah.
Their manager said you
called and canceled them.
- What? No, I didn't
cancel the band.
- Uh-oh,
looks like Tori vega's prom
has turned
into one big boobity-boo!
- Prome!
- Here's your punch.
- Thank you.
- That's enough.
- Oh! Mm, mm.
- I'm uncomfortable.
- Hey!
Are you gonna stop?
- Nah, I'm still
pretty thirsty.
Give it back.
- Sure, yeah.
Here.
- Thanks.
Ah!
- You just leave
my prom alone.
- Maybe now you know what it
feels like to plan something
and then have it
ruined by someone else!
- Aw, you're such a big baby!
- Weird you just said that.
Doug, over here.
- Oh, my god.
- You Tori vega?
- She sure is.
- Wha-- what is that?
- I'm Doug the diaper guy.
- Yeah, and?
- I do parties.
I was hired to come
here and do my thing!
- Hired?
- Yeah.
Ah.
- And what is your thing?
- Well, I sing, I dance,
I'll pee my pants.
I'm Doug,
the diaper guy.
Come on, rico, let's go out
there and strike up the party!
- You're sick.
You are a sick person.
- You're just now
figuring that out?
- Hey! Stop that man
in the diaper!
Oh, no.
He's like a man-baby.
Who changes him?
Well, hiya, cat.
- Weird, I still don't
see your date anywhere.
Where's tug?
- Well, he was standing
next to a candle
and his jacket
caught on fire.
- Yeah, you see how one
lie leads to another?
- I'm not lying.
- Look, if you didn't
want to go
to this prome with me,
you could've just said so.
- It's not that I
didn't want to go--
- you didn't
have to make up lies
about some fake
football player named tug
with a spinning hat and
a jacket that caught on fire.
- But, I'm-- I'm-- I--
- good night.
- Ro--Robbie, I--
- I said good night.
I think I put my jacket out.
Oh, but tug, it's all burned.
- It's ok. If anybody looks at
my jacket, I'll just do this.
- Let's get out of here.
- Yeah.
- Hey, hey.
- What now?
- Lots of people are
starting to leave.
- Why?
It's not even 10:00.
- They're mad 'cause there's no
band, there was a freaky video.
- And, uh, Doug's diaper doesn't
really fit him too well.
- Whoo!
- Ok, fine. Whatever,
everyone can just go.
Jade wins.
- Uh, excuse me,
this prome isn't over
until you announce
prome king and, uh, queen.
- Uh, you guys wait here.
Yay, Doug.
He's so naked.
- Bye!
Sorry the prom was so lame.
We can only blame Tori.
Drive safe!
- You guys!
Everybody, please wait.
Don't leave.
Look, I'm-- I'm sorry that
the prome hasn't gone so great.
- Yeah, you failed!
- But before you
all leave, I'd like
to announce
our prome king and queen,
who you all voted for
on the slap.
- Yes!
Let's hear those winners.
You're sure I'm
going to win, right?
- It hurts that you doubt me.
- Ok. And Hollywood art's
first ever prome queen is...
Jade west.
- What?
- What?
- What?
- That's right.
Congratulations, Jade.
- No!
Stop congratulating me.
I'm not your silly prom queen.
Don't touch me.
Don't touch me!
- Ah! You!
- No!
- You gave me the promise!
- And Hollywood art's
first ever prome king...
Doug the diaper guy!
- Whoo-hoo-hoo!
- What?
What?
- Whoo-hoo!
- Are you kidding me?
- Oh, yeah.
- Oh, yeah!
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Come here!
- Ok, let's work this prome!
- Am I late?
- ♪ I call you up
when I know he's at home ♪
♪ I jump out of my skin when
he picks up the phone ♪
♪ why can't I tell if
he's looking at me? ♪
♪ Should I give him a smile?
Should I get up and leave? ♪
♪ I know it's strange ♪
♪ I don't know
what I'm thinking ♪
♪ but is it wrong if I
see him this weekend? ♪
♪ I really hope I
can get him alone ♪
♪ I just don't-- don't
want her to know ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ my best friend's brother
is the one for me ♪
♪ yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
- Oh.
- ♪ yeah ♪
♪ a punk rock drummer
and he's 6 foot 3 ♪
♪ I don't want to,
but I want to ♪
♪ 'cause I just can't
get him out of my mind ♪
♪ and... ♪
- Oh!
- It's raining.
- I know.
- Do we stop?
- Or you want to keep going?
- Don't stop!
- Never stop!
- Let's do it.
- ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ my best friend's brother
is the one for me ♪
♪ b-f-b ♪
- ho!
- ♪ B-f-b ♪
Hey!
- ♪ My best friend's brother,
my best friend's brother ♪
- What?
- ♪ I totally think ♪
♪ that I might be his type ♪
♪ 'cause when
you're not around ♪
♪ he's not acting too shy ♪
♪ sometimes I feel ♪
♪ like he might make a move ♪
♪ is this all in my head? ♪
♪ I don't know what to do ♪
♪ I know it's strange ♪
♪ I don't know what
I was thinking ♪
♪ but is it wrong if I
see him this weekend? ♪
- Yes!
- ♪ I really hope ♪
♪ I can get him alone
I just don't-- ♪
♪ don't want her to know ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ my best friend's brother
is the one for me ♪
♪ yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ a punk rock drummer
and he's 6 foot 3 ♪
♪ I don't want to,
but I want to ♪
♪ 'cause I just can't
get him out of my mind ♪
♪ and yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah ♪
♪ my best friend's
brother is the one for me ♪
♪ b-f-b ♪
- whoo!
♪ B-f-b, my best
friend's brother ♪
♪ my best friend's brother ♪
- ♪ b-f-b, b-f-b ♪
- ♪ my best friend's brother,
my best friend's brother ♪
- Whoo!
- ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ my best friend's brother ♪
♪ is the one for me ♪
♪ b-f-b, b-f-b ♪
♪ my best
friend's brother ♪
♪ my best friend's brother ♪
- ♪ b-f-b, b-f-b ♪
- ♪ my best
friend's brother ♪
♪ my best friend's brother ♪
Whoo!
- Mmm!
I'm uncomfortable.
- Hi.
- Shh! Not now. Look.
- Whoa, daddy.
- Andre's been working
on his new little
girlfriend over there
for like 10 minutes.
- So, um, after school, I was
thinking we could maybe--
- yeah, that sounds great.
- Mm.
- Ok, is Andre trying
to swallow that girl?
- No, I--I think they're
just keep kissing.
- See you Friday.
- Here he comes, here he comes.
Don't him know we
were watching him.
- What's up?
- Nothing.
- Oh, just hanging, you know.
- We were not watching
you kiss that girl.
- Aw, cat.
- It's all right.
Hope you all enjoyed the show.
- Oh, it's my brother.
- Did he
get me the stuff?
- Yeah. He says he got you
the clown costume,
the power drill,
and 12 gallons of blood.
- Wow. Where'd he find
12 gallons of fake blood?
- You wanted fake blood?
I'll go call my brother.
- So, should I ask
why you want blood,
a drill, and a clown suit?
- It's for a live
performance I'm doing.
- Ah.
- What's it about?
- A clown and a parachute
that doesn't open.
- What's it called?
"Clowns don't bounce."
- They don't.
- No.
- They don't do that.
- Come to the show,
you'll see why.
- Well, it's your fault
for partying too hard.
- What's up, rob?
- Oh, hey.
- What's wrong with Rex?
- Oh, we went to the
northridge prom this weekend.
Oh, those
northridge girls...
I feel like a prom
bomb went off in my head.
Oh!
And I have a stomach virus.
Aah! No, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no!
- Hey, when is our prom?
- We don't have a prom.
- What?
- Proms are stupid.
- I love proms.
- Well, which makes sense,
because you're you,
and proms are stupid.
♪ Here I am,
once again, feeling lost ♪
♪ but now and then,
I breathe it in to let it go ♪
♪ and you don't know
where you are now ♪
♪ what it would come to
if only somebody could hear ♪
♪ when you figure out how
you're lost in the moment ♪
♪ you disappear ♪
♪ you don't have to be afraid
to put your dream in action ♪
♪ you're never gonna fade ♪
♪ you'll be the main attraction
not a fantasy ♪
♪ just remember me
when it turns out right ♪
♪ 'cause you know that if
you live in your imagination ♪
♪ tomorrow you'll be
everybody's fascination ♪
♪ in my victory,
just remember me ♪
♪ when I make it shine ♪
- Wait, what do you mean
there's no prom
at Hollywood arts?
- There isn't.
There's never been one.
- You're sure there's
never been a prom here,
with coyotes, and a big
pile of burning tires?
This doesn't ring a bell?
- No.
I don't-- I don't think
that stuff happens at proms.
- Hmm.
Wait, why are we
talking about proms?
- 'Cause I want
to have one here.
- Oh.
Well, you need to talk
to the head
of student activities.
- I am right now.
Sikowitz, you're the head
of student activities.
- Really?
- Yes.
So, can we have a prom?
- Yes.
- Yay. Thank you.
- But--
- aw.
- It's got to either be
this Saturday or last Tuesday.
- Wait, this Saturday?
But that only gives us like five
days to get everything ready.
- Then you'd best hurry.
This is an oven mitt.
- Ok.
Ok, ok, I can do this.
Just a couple questions.
- Please, later.
I really need to take my
grandmother to the hospital.
- Oh, sure. Ok.
Ugh.
- Oh, my god!
I didn't know she was here.
- It's ok,
neither does she.
- All right, I created
this little computer model
of the asphalt cafe.
That's where we have lunch.
- Yes, it-- it sure is.
- Are we gonna talk
about this prom or what?
- Ok. Uh, since you mentioned
prom, a lot of people
have told me they
don't want Hollywood arts
to have a "normal" prom.
So the first idea I came up
with is, we call it a "prome."
Right?
- It's innovative. I like it.
- It's really stupid.
- Yeah, prome,
you're a genius.
Now, get on with it.
I had a burrito for lunch.
- Thank you, Rex.
Uh, now, decorations--
any ideas for a prome theme?
- Ok, ok, what if--
ok.
What if the theme was
like space pirates,
you know, from outer space?
Oh, and there could
also be kangaroo babies.
Yeah, yes.
- Look, we only have a few days
to put this prome together,
so we need a simple theme.
- Balloons are fun.
- My father owns
a rubber factory.
- And they have balloons?
- Oh, yes.
- All right, good!
Now, um, Andre, you and
I will book the band,
which will play up here.
And, uh-- Andre!
- Mm, yeah, yeah, rubber
band, sounds good.
- Ok. Now, um, next, we should
probably talk about--
oh, hey, Jade. Uh, did
you want to join the--
- You just had to
have your stupid prom
this Saturday night?
- We're calling it a prome.
- I was supposed to
do my performance
this Saturday night.
Now sikowitz says I can't
'cause you booked
the asphalt cafe
for your stupid prom!
- Prome.
- Cancel it!
- No!
- N-- no?
- No.
- No?
- No.
- Ok.
All right.
Have your prome.
But know this--
you're gonna
wish you didn't.
- Andre, did you
hear what she said?
- No, what she say?
- Cat? Cat?
- Oh, hey.
- Um, I don't know
if you have a, mm--
Did you-- did you hear
what my giraffe just said?
He's so inappropriate.
- I, um, I don't
know if maybe, you know,
if you want to go to
the prome with me?
Ah.
Would you?
- Oh, Robbie, I'd love to
go to the prome with you,
but another boy
already asked me.
- Really? Who?
- Tug.
- Tug?
- Yeah.
He goes to Burbank high.
He's a football player.
- You've never
mentioned tug before.
- I know.
I just met him at the mall.
He works at
bed bath and yonder.
Thanks for asking me, though.
- Thanks for responding.
I wish I had asked
her before tug did.
Dude, you've been lied to.
Cat doesn't have a
date to the prome.
She said she does.
Man, no one's named tug.
And what football player
works at bed bath and yonder,
selling pillowcases
and fruit soap?
She lied to me.
That little--
say it.
That little--
say it.
--Fibber!
Ooh, that is
some manly rage.
- Hey, sinjin.
- Oh, hey.
- So, listen, I totally deserve
to be prome queen, right?
- Um, ok.
- And I'm sure
I'm going to win,
but since people
are voting online,
I was thinking that
you could help, you know,
make sure I win?
- What are you saying?
- I want you to hack into
the slap and rig the voting.
- I'll do, it if you'll
be my prome date.
- Gross!
- I know.
But at least you'll
definitely get to be the queen.
- All right.
- But I want
the full experience.
You have to stay near me
and talk to me
and maybe share a laugh?
- Deal.
Ew.
What is this?
- It was meatloaf.
- Whoo!
- Ok, lights, done.
Band on the way.
Decorations-- sinjin!
Do not lick the balloons!
- Be free.
- Hey, Andre, will you
go check that-- Andre!
- Mm? Sorry.
Uh, why don't you go
get us some punch.
Mm, no, no, baby, the
punch, first, please.
- Ok.
Keep those lips warm.
- Oh, I will.
I'm a do that.
I'm getting
sick of that girl.
- Then why are you
always kissing her?
- She won't stop.
I keep trying to talk,
listen to music, get to
know each other better,
but to her, I'm just a pair
of sweet, buttery lips.
- Oh.
- Hey, uh, who's your date?
- Uh, oh!
I knew I forgot something!
Uh, well, maybe
I can just dance with you
and Robbie and, uh--
- well, hey there, promers.
- Uh, what are you
doing here?
- Hmm, well, I didn't
have anything else to do.
Beck's in Canada and you
got my performance canceled.
So, here I am at your prome.
- Bye. Bye.
- See you later.
Well, hey there, cat.
- Hi.
- Where's your date, tug?
- Oh, well, see,
he wore this cool hat
that spins and lights up,
but the batteries died,
so he went across the street
to get new ones.
- Oh, of course.
- What?
- Nothing.
I'm sure that's true.
- It is true.
- Come on, rob,
let's move along.
Yeah, it's getting a little
too fibby around here.
- Ok, everyone--
- yeah!
- Hey!
- Gather round.
- Tori!
- Welcome to the first
ever Hollywood arts prome!
- Yeah! Ok, ok,
the band'll be here soon,
but until then,
if you haven't voted
for prome queen and king,
you still have time.
- Yes, remember to vote,
'cause anyone can win.
- Just use your phones
to go to the slap.
And remember, you can only vote
for one queen and one king,
So...
- Whoa, what's going on?
- Ok, uh-- guys, it's ok.
Uh, it looks like the
electricity went out,
so just relax until I--
- What? What?
Oh, my god.
- Hey, hey, what is that?
It's freaking everybody out.
- I--I-- I don't know.
Uh, guys, guys,
give me five minutes
to work this out.
I am so sorry.
- Hey, Tori.
How's your prome going?
- Turn on the power,
turn off that freakish video,
and then go home!
- And miss the rest
of this prome?
No. I think
the fun's just begun.
- Yeah, well, think
again, 'cause there's not
going to be any more of
your stupid little pranks.
- Oh, then you'd better tell
that shrimp in your bra.
- Shrimp in my br...
Mm, ugh.
How did she do it?
- Turn it off.
- Turn it off.
- It won't stop.
- This is horrible.
- When will it end?
- Jade, are you done with
your little sabotage game?
- Done with
what little sabotage game?
- Hey, uh, sinjin
found the projector
and killed the crazy video.
- Oh, good, good,
now we just got to--
- oh, yeah.
- Oh!
- Take that,
you freak demon.
Ok, people, this prome
is back in action.
Oh, hey, um, did
you call the band
and find out why they're late?
-Yeah.
Their manager said you
called and canceled them.
- What? No, I didn't
cancel the band.
- Uh-oh,
looks like Tori vega's prom
has turned
into one big boobity-boo!
- Prome!
- Here's your punch.
- Thank you.
- That's enough.
- Oh! Mm, mm.
- I'm uncomfortable.
- Hey!
Are you gonna stop?
- Nah, I'm still
pretty thirsty.
Give it back.
- Sure, yeah.
Here.
- Thanks.
Ah!
- You just leave
my prom alone.
- Maybe now you know what it
feels like to plan something
and then have it
ruined by someone else!
- Aw, you're such a big baby!
- Weird you just said that.
Doug, over here.
- Oh, my god.
- You Tori vega?
- She sure is.
- Wha-- what is that?
- I'm Doug the diaper guy.
- Yeah, and?
- I do parties.
I was hired to come
here and do my thing!
- Hired?
- Yeah.
Ah.
- And what is your thing?
- Well, I sing, I dance,
I'll pee my pants.
I'm Doug,
the diaper guy.
Come on, rico, let's go out
there and strike up the party!
- You're sick.
You are a sick person.
- You're just now
figuring that out?
- Hey! Stop that man
in the diaper!
Oh, no.
He's like a man-baby.
Who changes him?
Well, hiya, cat.
- Weird, I still don't
see your date anywhere.
Where's tug?
- Well, he was standing
next to a candle
and his jacket
caught on fire.
- Yeah, you see how one
lie leads to another?
- I'm not lying.
- Look, if you didn't
want to go
to this prome with me,
you could've just said so.
- It's not that I
didn't want to go--
- you didn't
have to make up lies
about some fake
football player named tug
with a spinning hat and
a jacket that caught on fire.
- But, I'm-- I'm-- I--
- good night.
- Ro--Robbie, I--
- I said good night.
I think I put my jacket out.
Oh, but tug, it's all burned.
- It's ok. If anybody looks at
my jacket, I'll just do this.
- Let's get out of here.
- Yeah.
- Hey, hey.
- What now?
- Lots of people are
starting to leave.
- Why?
It's not even 10:00.
- They're mad 'cause there's no
band, there was a freaky video.
- And, uh, Doug's diaper doesn't
really fit him too well.
- Whoo!
- Ok, fine. Whatever,
everyone can just go.
Jade wins.
- Uh, excuse me,
this prome isn't over
until you announce
prome king and, uh, queen.
- Uh, you guys wait here.
Yay, Doug.
He's so naked.
- Bye!
Sorry the prom was so lame.
We can only blame Tori.
Drive safe!
- You guys!
Everybody, please wait.
Don't leave.
Look, I'm-- I'm sorry that
the prome hasn't gone so great.
- Yeah, you failed!
- But before you
all leave, I'd like
to announce
our prome king and queen,
who you all voted for
on the slap.
- Yes!
Let's hear those winners.
You're sure I'm
going to win, right?
- It hurts that you doubt me.
- Ok. And Hollywood art's
first ever prome queen is...
Jade west.
- What?
- What?
- What?
- That's right.
Congratulations, Jade.
- No!
Stop congratulating me.
I'm not your silly prom queen.
Don't touch me.
Don't touch me!
- Ah! You!
- No!
- You gave me the promise!
- And Hollywood art's
first ever prome king...
Doug the diaper guy!
- Whoo-hoo-hoo!
- What?
What?
- Whoo-hoo!
- Are you kidding me?
- Oh, yeah.
- Oh, yeah!
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Come here!
- Ok, let's work this prome!
- Am I late?
- ♪ I call you up
when I know he's at home ♪
♪ I jump out of my skin when
he picks up the phone ♪
♪ why can't I tell if
he's looking at me? ♪
♪ Should I give him a smile?
Should I get up and leave? ♪
♪ I know it's strange ♪
♪ I don't know
what I'm thinking ♪
♪ but is it wrong if I
see him this weekend? ♪
♪ I really hope I
can get him alone ♪
♪ I just don't-- don't
want her to know ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ my best friend's brother
is the one for me ♪
♪ yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
- Oh.
- ♪ yeah ♪
♪ a punk rock drummer
and he's 6 foot 3 ♪
♪ I don't want to,
but I want to ♪
♪ 'cause I just can't
get him out of my mind ♪
♪ and... ♪
- Oh!
- It's raining.
- I know.
- Do we stop?
- Or you want to keep going?
- Don't stop!
- Never stop!
- Let's do it.
- ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ my best friend's brother
is the one for me ♪
♪ b-f-b ♪
- ho!
- ♪ B-f-b ♪
Hey!
- ♪ My best friend's brother,
my best friend's brother ♪
- What?
- ♪ I totally think ♪
♪ that I might be his type ♪
♪ 'cause when
you're not around ♪
♪ he's not acting too shy ♪
♪ sometimes I feel ♪
♪ like he might make a move ♪
♪ is this all in my head? ♪
♪ I don't know what to do ♪
♪ I know it's strange ♪
♪ I don't know what
I was thinking ♪
♪ but is it wrong if I
see him this weekend? ♪
- Yes!
- ♪ I really hope ♪
♪ I can get him alone
I just don't-- ♪
♪ don't want her to know ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ my best friend's brother
is the one for me ♪
♪ yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ a punk rock drummer
and he's 6 foot 3 ♪
♪ I don't want to,
but I want to ♪
♪ 'cause I just can't
get him out of my mind ♪
♪ and yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah ♪
♪ my best friend's
brother is the one for me ♪
♪ b-f-b ♪
- whoo!
♪ B-f-b, my best
friend's brother ♪
♪ my best friend's brother ♪
- ♪ b-f-b, b-f-b ♪
- ♪ my best friend's brother,
my best friend's brother ♪
- Whoo!
- ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ my best friend's brother ♪
♪ is the one for me ♪
♪ b-f-b, b-f-b ♪
♪ my best
friend's brother ♪
♪ my best friend's brother ♪
- ♪ b-f-b, b-f-b ♪
- ♪ my best
friend's brother ♪
♪ my best friend's brother ♪
Whoo!
- Mmm!
I'm uncomfortable.