High School Musical: The Musical: The Series

Previously on High School Musical: The Musical: The Series...

Valentine's Day is a made-up holiday

that I choose not to recognize.

I don't need to pop out of a locker...

Or give out expensive gifts...

It's a sled!

Or write someone a special song.

I hold you in my heart

It's you

And honestly...

Chocolate gives me heartburn.

I just can't believe you're leaving again today.

Two home-cooked dinners together wasn't enough.

I know. It was a crazy-short Valentine's weekend, right?

I wish I could be there to see you off, but, you know...

Yeah, I know. School, rehearsals...

Amongst other things.

I literally can't find anything in this new apartment!

Oh.

Let me guess, you're looking for the orange hoodie?

How'd you know?

I stole it, Ricky.

It gets cold in Denver.

Okay. All right. That's actually really sweet.

You know, you don't have to keep putting on a smile for me.

If this long-distance thing is getting hard, we can talk about that.

I'm smiling because I'm happy for you. Okay?

Just promise me we'll keep Facetiming every day.

You always ask that.

Yeah, well, I've always got time for your face.

Oh.

Safe travels today. Okay?

And don't you forget about, you know, Salt Lake.

Impossible.

Okay, everyone, gather around.

We have got a two-hour window before the storm is expected to hit,

and I intend to use every minute of it.

Big, splashy group numbers always succeed at the Menkie Awards.

So we need to workshop a punchy,

breathtaking number that will put us in the number one spot.

As our head choreographer,

I am so happy to announce that today we will,

at last, begin rehearsing one of the most showstopping,

iconic, and bar-raising numbers of the entire show.

Be Our Guest.

Yeah, it's Be Our Guest, guys.

What?

Look, I know I asked Gina to be my co-choreographer,

but I kinda meant it like,

"I'm the choreographer and she's the co-choreographer."

Like how there's a pilot and a co-pilot.

He called me his "co-pilot"?

When I finally agreed to being a co-choreographer,

I thought that meant we'd be equals.

You know, and by equal, I mean,

I would choreograph most of the show and he'd, I don't know, clap.

Before we begin,

I'm going to tell you a little story about hospitality.

-Maybe we should... Okay. -Once when I was a little girl,

my mom and I heard a clatter come from the kitchen.

We thought it was a burglar.

So my mom ran over, hog-tied the man, and promptly called the police.

As we waited for the cops to come,

I watched my mother place a bowl of iced tea next to his face.

"Because," she said,

"until the police come and get him, he's still our guest."

So, did he, like, get arrested or...

No. Turns out, it wasn't a burglar at all,

just a repairman who entered the wrong unit.

But the point remains the same.

Just like our intruder,

we need to make Belle and our entire audience feel welcome.

And with that, Carlos and Gina, take it away.

Oh.

Thank you, Miss Jenn, that wasn't terrifying at all.

Okay, so,

my vision to make this dance really soar is to stage...

wait for it, a Cancan-style dance that features a feather-dusting spectacle.

I don't know, it'll probably go a little something like...

-Absolutely! -Oh? All right.

Yes, Gina!

Interesting. I had a different path

that's a little more elevated and less basic.

Think. A noir-inspired performance

that Lumiere guides our audience through the entire time.

M'kay. But I actually spent a month in France once,

so I kinda know this dance inside out.

And I choreographed all three of my sister's quinceañera dances,

despite not getting one for myself,

so I think I know how to twirl with a salad fork, okay?

-Hmm. -Okay! You know what?

Let's stick a pin in Be Our Guest and brush up on Gaston.

EJ and Big Red, to the front of the room, please.

Wait, where's EJ?

Yo! I think the feather duster brigade sounded cool.

Really-really?

Yeah. What, do I need to send you a random box of chocolates to prove it?

Sick burn.

Yes. Yes, I misinterpreted the whole chocolates thing.

I guess my mom decided not to send me a stuffed bear after all.

Thanks, Mom.

So yeah, I sent an embarrassing text on Valentine's Day,

but Ricky and I totally cleared it up.

Obviously, I would never step on what he has with Nini.

It's all good. It's actually kind of a running joke now between us.

It's funny.

What's this sick burn?

It's nothing.

Okay, well, if anyone sees EJ,

would you please tell him that rehearsals are mandatory,

even for soon-to-be college students

who are obviously suffering from senioritis.

Nini!

I don't wanna interrupt.

I just needed one more group hug.

Hugs available!

I thought you'd be on the road back to YAC by now.

Well, I wanted to see the whole crew one more time, so I got a later bus.

Plus, I had to bring you this.

Oh.

Okay. Well, that should help me get through the month of March.

Oh, no. My driver just canceled because of the snow,

and the next car is 20 minutes away.

Great. Watch me literally not make it back to school.

Hey, I mean, you want me to drive you?

I could grab Big Red's car.

Maybe, steal a kiss for the month of April.

Nonsense, honey, we're still in the middle of rehearsal.

I can take you to the bus station and then zip back to school.

Sound good?

-Yeah. -Yeah, that works.

Listen up, everyone.

I am going to step out for a little while to make sure that Nini catches her bus.

Please go back to workshopping Be Our Guest concepts until I return,

and find a path forward.

I've asked Mr. Mazzara to pop in.

And make sure that you don't get too rowdy while I'm gone.

Thank you, Benjamin.

Miss Jenn and I are colleagues.

No, we never quite shared a slice at the pizza shop last week,

but we share an understanding, and that's enough.

That's enough.

EJ?

Hey. Everything cool?

Mmm-hmm. Yeah. Yeah, I'm excellent.

Okay. Well, uh, it's nice to see you.

I didn't get into Duke.

EJ, I... I'm really...

I'm so sorry.

I mean, I'm sure you got into a ton of other schools, though, right?

One state school.

And I'm grateful for that, I am,

but my grandparents met at Duke.

My parents met at grad school there.

We're a Duke family.

I mean, I thought it was a lock.

What am I gonna tell my dad?

I get it.

If it helps, sometimes dream schools are a little overrated.

What does that mean?

Nini! Let's roll.

Trust the outcome.

Has anyone seen EJ?

Everybody, listen up.

Great news.

Gina and I agreed to joint custody of you all.

Oh, so who gets us on weekends?

We're gonna workshop our Be Our Guest visions on you guys separately

before adding the dancers.

The winning version will then be decided in an anonymous vote.

Fun and easy.

Yay.

Come on, Bernadette. Work with me.

Don't worry, we're already halfway to the bus station. We'll be fine.

She's prone to stalling in the cold.

But she always comes around.

Even when she's scared.

We still talking about the car?

If I don't make it back to Denver tonight,

I'll miss class in the morning.

And I already missed Friday and they're, like,

crazy about the attendance.

I might even get kicked out.

You are not getting kicked out of that school.

Thank you for calling Triple-A.

We are experiencing high call volume.

Don't fret. We'll get you back where you belong.

This number was inspired by my second-oldest sister's quince.

Theme, sultry jazz.

Sebastian, you may begin.

Oh, what was that?

Ooh!

Maybe a power line went down.

Oh, no, you guys. I missed an alert from my Farmer's Alman-app.

Salt Lake just got half a foot in half an hour.

My dad says the roads are completely closed.

Oh, my gosh, you guys, get out here!

This is insane!

Are we the only ones stuck at school?

Looks like every other club went home.