Make It Pop

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Corki, you're so mysterious!

Owh!

A DNA sample, really?

You stole those dance moves from me.

I think you should step off.

Well, I think you should dance off.

Looks like your little music career is over

before it's begun.

Since when is football game attendance mandatory?

It's in the school charter, Caleb.

The Founding Fathers were real sports nuts.

But our debut, that'll ruin everything.

Oh well.

A little higher, girls.

Higher.

Perfect!

No it's not!

Mr. Stark, the student body has spoken.

That makes you the mouth.

What is this?

A petition to stop the madness.

Eighty seven seniors have signed.

Four signatures by Valerie Graves?

A typo, I'm sure.

But regardless, I am not the only one with deep objections to

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz.

MacKendrick Prep needs a play of weight, matter--

And a male lead.

I applaud your passion, and I'll give this

every consideration it deserves.

Thank you, sir.

Our first club date.

This is huge!

I don't know.

On the one hand, singing in front of all those people

would be so cool.

On the other hand, what if my dad finds out?

On the other hand, why do I have so many hands?

Don't worry, we'll just figure out a way to disguise you.

Besides, I'm very good at keeping secrets.

No one knows Sun Hi wears a night guard to bed.

Wow.

Plus I'll be on stage so no one will be watching

either of you, anyway.

This is bad, bad, bad, bad.

Caleb?

Football season opens Friday night!

Everyone's gonna be at the game instead of our concert.

What?!

Corki, you're the one who's supposed to stay on top

of all of the "school-y" things going on around here!

How did we not know about this?

"School-y" isn't a word.

Well how would you say "school-y things?"

School related miscellanea?

Oh, now she's back to being all smart again.

It's not my fault, none of us knew about the game!

She's right!

Don't worry, there has to be a reasonable solution

that satisfies everyone.

I got this.

Hey guys, can I talk to you for a minute.

Guys?

Are you out there?

Hello?

Guess you'll be dancing with yourselves Friday night.

Goooooo Beagles!

She may have zinged me, but mark my words,

she'll be the last to get zung.

"Zung" isn't a word.

It's a word!

Just explain to your boss what happened,

then politely ask him to switch the date of our concert.

Sure, he's a reasonable man.

Tell him his shadow looks slim.

Sir, it's Caleb Davis.

I'd just like to say that,

your silhouette looks especially slim today.

We're supposed to have a concert here tomorrow night,

sir, but there's a slight issue with a football game.

What's that?

Fail, and you'll be fired.

Oh, I'll be fired, right.

Very clear, sir.

Yes, sir.

O--Okay.

Soooo, what'd he say?

He said we can't change the date.

We need a new plan.

Who's got an idea?

How about we totally follow the rules and attend

the mandatory game like we're supposed to, yeah?

Guys.

What do I always say?

"Get away from the mirror, it's my turn?"

No.

When the going gets tough, the tough start vlogging!

I don't think that's how it goes.

I'll get the word out on the best

local music podcast in town.

I'll make sure Corki goes back through the whole

school handbook in case there's something else she missed.

Nobody ever said this would be easy.

Ahem, ahem, ahem.

I'm here to see the man in charge.

Name?

It's Caleb Davis, a high school DJ.

I need help promoting a show tomorrow.

Did I say high school?

I meant I'm a highly prominent music producer

and a fully grown adult.

Technical support, hmm.

Hmph!

I would like to accept this award

and I should probably thank all the little

people along the way, but I won't.

Why shou--

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers--

Students usually need to make appointments

before barging in here, reciting Shakespeare.

No time for that, Mr. Stark.

Imagine an entire night of me motivating

King Henry the Fifth's troops-- A-K-A the audience,

--to a heroic frenzy, that'll be the highlight

of your theater career.

It's truly beyond imagination.

MacKendrick Prep is ready for something that moves,

enlightens and empowers--

everything that is MacKendrick Prep.

And you have in front of you the man-- child who can deliver it.

Ahem, ahem!

The show's set, Mr. Anderson.

I've spent months writing a very special adaptation of

L. Frank Baum's classic book.

The play remains the same.

This conversation is not over.

But right now, I gotta get out of this chainmail.

It's starting to chafe.

Also, the cafeteria lady doesn't know I borrowed her sandals.

Just watch the door, ok!

Alright folks, I'm taking off but,

you be you and I'll be me.

One plus one plus one is three.

I'm DJ Maxwell, and this is the Max Attack.

Mr. Maxwell, sir.

Who are you?

I'm the audio engineer.

What happened to my regular I.T. guy, you know?

The one who quietly judges me for not understanding

a word that he's saying.

Sir, my name is Caleb Davis and I came here to tell you about

my great new band.

I appreciate your ingenuity in the face of desperation.

Kinda cool, man.

Thank you.

Security!

Wait, we need people to show up to our concert tomorrow night!

And, uh, ple--

Be careful with this one, he's some sort

of brooding artist.

No wait, you're making a mistake!

This-- this band is something special!

We just need a chance.

It's Caleb.

He says he didn't have any luck with the podcast.

The Sun Hi Nation isn't responding either.

You mean your family isn't coming in from Maryland?

I have other fans.

An aunt in New Jersey.

Arghh!

Why isn't anyone coming?

Sun Hi, maybe you need a rest.

Don't you get it, this is our shot.

It's everything we've been waiting for.