Shake It Up! s02e09 Episode Script

Auction It Up

Shake it up! Shake it up Shake it up! Shake it up We love you! AKsquared! We love you, Kalani! There she is! Kailey! Alyssa! We love you, Kalani! We love you! Welcome back to Shake It Up, Chicago! I'm Rocky And I'm CeCe.
And we are here to introduce the spotlight dance of the week.
All the way from Arizona, give it up for AKsquared! We'll make a mark, we'll make a mark We'll make a mark, we'll make a mark Short sign, strobe lights Strobe lights Good life, feels right We're dancing, we're dancing right now Nothing could be better now Nothing's better, no, no, nothing's better Okay, yeah We could do whatever we like and get crazy If you wanna hang, all right, be my baby Taking on the world like Superman, save me Braver, stronger, like the navy, daily Please don't try to fake it, Only in truth in life's creations Spread the love, no heart is vacant In the end we'll all be taken Make your mark, make your mark On the dance floor Make your mark, make your mark on the dance floor It's time, it's time, to start it up Give all you've got, no matter what Oh oh oh! Oh oh! We'll make a mark Oh oh oh! Oh oh On the dance floor Oh oh oh! Oh oh! We'll make a mark Oh oh oh! Oh oh On the dance floor Everybody, everybody, get out on the floor It can get a little crazy when the kick hits the 4 Make a scene, make a scene, nobody can ignore Don't knock it We can't take it no more Bring the lights up, bust the doors down Dust yourself off Shake it up, shake it up DJ set it off, take it up a notch All together now, shake it up, shake it up Sh-sh-sh-shake it up You got to change it up And when you've had enough Sh-sh-sh-shake it up Bring the lights up, bust the doors down All together now, shake it up, shake it up Shake it up Hey, CeCe, book report going? Almost done With the first paragraph.
The Grapes of Wrath "sounds like it should a bunch of angry grapes" It's not.
" less.
Okay! Good start, CeCe.
Really? Yeah, except for one thing.
Reading Of Mice and Men.
Oh, great.
I read the back of the wrong book.
CeCe, turn off the radio so you can focus.
They just play too many dumb commercials.
And have dreamsce of becoming a professional dancer? Freeze! I do! Do you wanna spend learning dance days from award-winning choreographers? I do! Do you want to meet special guest stars like J.
Lo, Shakira, Bieber, or someone with a Bieber-style haircut? I do! Well then, the Big Apple Dance Camp offers all this and much, much more.
What are you waiting for? Register online now.
We will! Well, here's one thing they forgot to mention.
The camp costs two grand.
That's expensive.
Well, yeah, but it's so worth it.
Hey, do you have any money I can borrow? How is it that we dance on a television show every week but still have no money? You know, I ask myself that same exact question every time I'm online shopping.
Wait a minute.
What if we put on a dance camp? Really? Put on a dance camp to raise money to go to a dance camp? We dance on TV, kids would love to learn from us.
Oh! And we can do it right here while my mom is at work.
Okay, now you can shoot me down.
CeCe, I hate to say this, but that was a great idea! Yay, us! Your plan has one fatal flaw.
Now, we all know the drill so let's cut to the chase.
I want fifty bucks.
Hush money.
I'll give you sixty because we're going to need a little help with the camp.
But you gotta be a counselor.
Or I'm telling mom that you broke her ceramic penguin.
Blackmailing a blackmailer! Well played, sister, well played.
Yo, Gunther.
Hmm? What was all that yelling in the game room? The hubbabaloo was in response to the new ping-pong table.
Ping-pong! Man, that's my game.
Oh, really? According to all the girls in school, you have no game.
Okay, then prepare to be embarrassed.
Oh, don't worry.
I am always prepared for that.
All right, so, if we're actually gonna do this dance camp, I have a few ideas.
Ooh! Me too.
One, we put up a banner.
And, two, we open up the door.
CeCe, it's not that simple.
Welcome to dance camp! I guess it is that simple.
Okay, the bathroom is in the hallway, stay out of my room, and if you need anything else, don't ask me.
I'm not getting paid enough.
CeCe, we can't do this dance camp now.
We, we have nothing planned, we don't have a schedule Oh, would you relax? We'll just wing it.
Just wing it? CeCe, this isn't school.
Listen to me.
We don't have They paid 200 bucks a pop.
Any reason not to get started.
Welcome to dance camp, kids! All right! Now, we have lots of work to do if we're going to be ready for our performance at Crusty's tonight.
Our what? Read the flyer.
I mean, come on, Rocky, it's like you don't even work at this camp.
Hi, sorry I'm late.
I'm Suzy Richman.
Hi, my name is Flynn and you smell like rainbows.
Excuse me? I mean, sorry.
I meant my name is Flynn and You smell like rainbows.
Okay, I get it.
You think I'm pretty.
But I'm here to further my dance career, and no man is going to derail that.
She's totally into me.
Ha! Match point! Wait, why not make it more interesting and play zing-pong? Zing-pong? You mean, like zingers? No, the loser of the game turns around, while the winner takes a shot at him with the ping-pong ball.
Won't that hurt? Just your pride.
I'm in.
Okay, you win.
Take your shot.
Ooh! Zingy! You wanna play another? Maybe later.
Right now I have to go take the nap of shame.
I'll play you.
Really? Have you played before? Oh, I'm sure I can figure it out.
Are you taking it easy on me because I'm a girl? Bring your A-game or don't bother showing up.
All right.
But I don't want any tears.
Whoa! Now, now.
I don't want any tears.
Four, five, six, seven, eight.
All right, good job, campers.
You guys can go ahead and take a five.
Did I tell you this is going to be the easiest cash we've ever made? I hate to say this, but, you were ri You were ri You were not wrong.
Hello, I am Larry Diller.
And I'm looking for the dance camp.
Oh! Are you here to pick up your daughter? Actually, I'm here to pick it up and put it down, if you know what I'm saying.
No, I don't know what you're saying.
I'm here to take your dance camp! Oh! But our camp is for kids.
I'm a kid at heart.
Does that count? Guess it doesn't.
Look, I hate to tell you this, but in order to be in our camp, you have to be this tall.
And I hate to tell you, but I went to lawyer camp, also known as Harvard Law School, and you and I entered into a binding agreement when you responded to my email, not only confirming my attendance in this camp but my preference for baloney sandwich over cheese.
So, unless you start teaching me to dance my butt off, I'll sue your butt off.
"I'm gonna sue your butt off?" I recognize you now! You're our friend Rachel's father, Larry Diller.
The lawyer from the commercials.
CeCe, this guy is great.
I mean, he never loses a case.
CeCe, he's threatening to sue us.
He's not bluffing! Relax, Rocky.
Per Illinois state law, statute 9275-B, a child under the age of 15 is conclusively presumed to be incapable of negligence.
How do you know that? I don't.
I made it up.
You can't bluff a bluffer.
Diller, I'm sorry but we just can't let you join our camp.
It's awkward.
All right, look.
My son is having his bar mitzvah next week, and he thinks his daddy is an old fuddy-duddy.
Your flyer said you could teach anyone.
So, I'm begging you, just teach me to dance like the young kids.
Please, take the fuddy-duddy out of this daddy.
Rocky, are you thinking what I'm thinking? Yeah, CeCe.
Welcome to dance camp! What? No! I was going to tell him to grab his baloney sandwich and hit the road! Well, it's too late now.
All right, everyone, back to work.
Uh, form two lines, please.
Yeah, hi, Flynn.
She knows my name.
Excuse me, pardon me.
Excuse me! Uh, Larr? Taller campers in the back.
Seems unfair to those of us who are near-sighted, but okay.
Okay, kids! We're gonna do a move called, "The Good Foot.
" All right, so take it slow and follow us.
Five, six, seven, eight.
One and two.
Four, five, six, seven, eigh The old guy crushed my toe.
It was her fault.
Was not.
Was too! Was not! Was too.
Was not! Larry? Does someone have something to say to Suzy? No.
All right, fine.
Sorry, Suzy.
Yay! Twenty-one to eight.
Zing-pong! Time to turn around Loser! Oh! My pride.
I demand a rematch.
So basically, you can't handle losing to a girl, so you'll play me game after game until you win and then your male ego can pat you on your back and all will be right in your little man-world again.
Am I correct? Yeah, pretty much.
Works for me.
If he's not willing to cut a deal, you tell him we'll go to trial, and I will own him in front of a jury.
I am an animal and I will eat him alive! I am a pit bull, and he does not want to see my teeth.
Larry! How many times do we have to tell you, how can you learn if you don't pay attention? I am taking your phone away! Give it to me.
No, no, no.
But, but, but Give this here.
Ah! I am keeping this and you will get it back at the end of the day! Fine.
But if my client gets life without parole, it's on you.
Okay! Anyone else a little hungry? Let's go take a lunch break.
Hey, CeCe? Can I give you, like a little, teeny-tiny note about your teaching style? Sure.
You're mean.
I mean, if you want Larry to learn, you have to encourage him.
Excuse me.
He's unfocused, he doesn't seem to care, and he's distracting the other students.
Oh, my gosh, he's me with less hair and bad loafers.
I took the liberty of cutting the crusts off your sandwich.
And you cut it into the shape of a heart.
Oh Did I? Must have gotten carried away.
I guess the butter knife cuts what the butter knife wants.
Look, you're sweet, but between dancing, school, and my oboe lessons, I don't have time for a relationship.
So, what I'm hearing is, uh, you think I'm sweet? Sorry, but you're not my type.
Dude, you got it bad.
And that ain't good.
I mean, how am I not her type? I'm the cutest kid in the room.
Cute? Look at me.
I used to be cute.
Really? Just like you.
You know how far cute gets you in life? This far.
You know how far smart and successful gets you? The rest of the way.
You think I became a lawyer just because I care about justice? I did it because court stenographers are traditionally very attractive.
I don't understand your point.
If she's important to you, don't give up.
Never give up.
Of course, there's a fine line between never giving up and a restraining order.
If you find yourself on the other side of that line, my card.
Welcome to the stage a man who has set the world of dance on fire.
Larry "The Thriller" Diller! They say you got stack Lots of dough, that's a fact You've got your choice going up in that race And, yeah, you like hot things Hi, you're a big king Ka-ching, ka-ching, ka-ching, ka-ching I would complete you Show me something brand new I'm pretty thrifty, No, that ain't me Gotta give a good look Gotta give it some Give me some of that bling, bling Better step it up Better make it pop, drop Girl, I never dreamed, dreamed.
Get me what I want, give it, give it to me Give me, give me some of that bling, bling Give me, give me give me, give me Give me, give me some of that bling Larry! Larry! Larry! Larry! Larry! Larry! Aah! I was just resting my eyes.
For 20 minutes? Well, Suzy was supposed to wake me up in ten, but apparently someone is being a child and can't get past a little toe stomping.
Ahh! Oh! Ooh! Okay, come on! And it's a right, right, and a left.
And, right, right, and a left.
No, Larry.
Your left.
Oh! Right.
No! Not right! Left! Left, left, left, left, left, left, left! Larry Forget this.
I can't do it.
Hey, Flynn, where's Larry? Oh! He left, left, left, left, left.
CeCe, what did you do? Oh, I yelled at him for a while and then he finally quit.
Well, I think it's time for a little juice break, kids! All right.
CeCe, we made a commitment to him.
Does that mean anything to you? Come on, Rocky! I'm just trying to get enough money to go to the Big Apple Dance Camp.
So, that's it? We're just going to give up on Larry.
Great, we're finally agreeing on something.
You know what, CeCe, this reminds me of a little girl who went to dance school, and she was so uncoordinated that everybody laughed at her.
She wanted to leave, she wanted to quit, but the teacher wouldn't let her.
She stood by her and she taught her how to dance.
And you turned into a wonderful dancer, Rocky.
CeCe, the little girl was you.
That's not the way I remember it.
Well, that's the way it happened! I get it, Rocky.
We have to go after him.
When you make a commitment to someone, you always have to stick by them.
No matter how annoying and irritating and exasperating they can be.
Yes, I am very familiar with this concept.
Okay, campers.
Looks like we're going after Larry.
So, we're gonna have to buddy up.
Uh, Suzy? You're with me.
Everyone else, figure it out.
Whoo-hoo! No! Yes! Good game, Ty.
You win.
Now, I will turn my back and you may zing away.
Well, go on, take your shot, little boy.
Oh, yeah! No, no, I can't do it.
You're a girl.
It's not right.
Oh, I'll tell you what's not right.
You not treating me like the equal I am.
I lose fair and square and you can't be gracious enough to zing me? Ha! You call yourself a man? You don't even deserve the pants you wear! You play like a child and win like a girl.
Ooh! I demand equality! Yeah! And I demand respect! Yeah! I can't believe you hit me! I'm a girl! Wha What do you mean? You told me to Ah! Just kidding.
Best two out of three? Oh, good.
'Cause I thought you were serious about Ha! Point, Tinka! You can't quit now, Larry! Okay, look, you do have some moves.
I'm not sure what they are But, maybe if you come back, we can figure them out.
Or, I could keep eating my pizza, and you two could scoot on out of here.
You can't eat through your problems, Larry.
Although, you are doing a heck of a job trying.
Come on! I want you to picture yourself at your son's bar mitzvah.
There you are strutting your stuff and then someone from the crowd yells, "Who is that dancing machine? Is that Justin Timberlake?" And your proud little bar mitzvah boy says, "No, that's my poppa.
" Are you plotzing? No.
I'm eating.
And it's pointless anyway.
You can't take the fuddy-duddy out of this daddy.
You're not getting your cell phone back anytime soon with that attitude, mister.
Okay, listen.
You are not a fuddy-duddy, and I'll tell you why.
A fuddy-duddy is stuck in his ways.
A fuddy-duddy would never have the guts to show up at a dance camp meant for seven year olds and try to learn something new.
You, sir, are no fuddy-duddy! Although, frankly, the pleated khakis aren't really helping your case.
Diller? Remember what you told me in the kitchen? That if you care about something, never give up, no matter what.
Thank you for reminding me of that, Flynn.
I've got to get back to camp.
I promised myself I was going to go to that bar mitzvah and dance my tuchus off, and I'm gonna do it! Yes! Actually, I was talking about when you said you were cute.
I'm sorry, but I just don't buy it.
I twist my hips, watch me I pump my fists, watch me I move like this.
I move like this, watch me Whirl, watch me Whirl, watch me You can do it, Larry! Go, Larry! I swerve and dip, watch me I slide and switch, watch me Whirl, watch me Whirl, watch me Hey, Suzy? I know I'm not your type, but I just wanna say you were really good.
Call me sometime.
You did a great job, Larry! Well, I owe it all to you two! You're wonderful teachers.
And, please, send me a postcard from the Big Apple Dance Camp.
I always knew you had it in you.
You know, there were moments just give up on you.
We should.
But I said, "No.
We must stand by him, "we must encourage him and teach him how to dance.
" Uh, CeCe I said, "We made to Larry Diller, "and we will not stop untill that commitment is fulfilled.
" Uh, yeah, well that's the way I remember it.
Well, that's the way it happened!