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♪ Knows how to party ♪

What's that quote, "All happy families are the same,

but all fucked-up families are fucked up in different ways"?

I don't know exactly. I dropped out of college.

I work in a family business, which normally, why would you care?

But our business is the greatest basketball franchise

in the history of the game.

The Los Angeles Waves.

And this is the story of the fucked-up family that runs it.

♪ California love ♪

This is my older brother, Cameron "Cam" Gordon.

He's the President of the Waves.

Cam's the "I got this" guy.

I got this.

Ah, I got this. I got this.

But he's not just some rich asshole.

He knows every single thing about this franchise.

Going to Memphis next week for a second-rounder.

And this is weird coming from his sister,

but he's, like, hot?

Everyone loves the great Cam Gordon.

This is my next older brother, Ness.

He's the General Manager.

Oh!

He's not quite as polished as Cam.

Dammit! Monica, get my Tide stick.

But he's the only Gordon who could actually play ball.

So Dad drafted him.

Ness lasted half a season.

He then moved to the Philippines to play professionally…

…until he was arrested in Manila

trying to bribe a bouncer at a club with Ecstasy.

Luckily, Dad had powerful friends who got him out.

I would like to thank Mr. Rumsfeld for his aid in rescuing me.

He's had his ups and downs, but the players love him.

♪ …to you, happy-- ♪

That's Alexander "Sandy" Gordon. He's my younger half-brother.

He's definitely not athletic.

Goddamn it.

He's the Chief Financial Officer for the Waves.

He's smart, he's driven, and how do I say this?

He's also one cheap bastard.

Ho, ho, ho. This is a taxable fringe benefit.

You are obligated to report it to the IRS.

He's a killer, which you kind of have to be

when you're managing the money for one of the biggest teams in the league.

So, that's them.

My three brothers with their big, important, high-paying jobs.

But the show isn't about them. It's about me.

And who am I?

I am Isla Gordon, Coordinator of Charitable Endeavors.

My job is to use the Waves platform to uplift the broader community.

Hey, Linda.

What's that? You fell asleep?

Probably 'cause it's boring as hell.

My dad never cared that I loved basketball.

The problem with our offense is we have no outside shooting.

You need to trade for a shooting guard who can hit a three,

which brings me to my next point. Our transition defense is a mess.

My father, God rest his soul, was old-school,

which means he was kind of a sexist asshole.

So, yep, I acted out.

There was the Playboy spread,

and my 20-day marriage to Brian Austin Green.

Nice guy.

Truth is, I was starting to become…

I want to go back in.

…an embarrassment.

You're a mess.

And you're gonna come work for us.

And so I did.

Cam put me in Charities.

Welcome to the Waves basketball camp. Let's hoop!

It's not where I thought I'd be, but at least I'm around the game.

That kid gave me COVID.

Hi, Megan.

Sometimes I think when my dad passed,

the glory days might have went with him.

But, this is our family legacy.

It's who we are.

Do I wish I was part of the action?

Of course, I do, because I love basketball.

But some things never change.

Hey, I was thinking, have you guys considered

running a box-and-one when we play Memphis?

- I think it'd be super effective. - John, Michael…

But I'm just Isla in Charities, so I shut up and do my job.

Until today, when everything changed.

Hey, you need to see this.

This is Ali Lee, my best friend, and Chief of Staff for the Waves.

She's from the South Side of Chicago and tough as hell.

And she swears. A lot.

We're in a real ass fuck of a situation here.

He will walk, Cam.

No, he can go to Boston. He can go to New York or Chicago. I don't give a fuck.

One thing I didn't mention is that my brother Cam…

- Yeah! - …he has a drug problem.

Rich, you don't understand. I don't give a fuck about a salary cap.

I'm not paying that much money for a 32-year-old with a fucked-up elbow.

-Really? -Yeah.

- I knew you'd bring up the elbow… - Shit.

…which he hurt diving for a ball, for your team.

Oh, Jesus!

I'm gonna--

♪ In the city of L.A. ♪

♪ City of L.A. ♪

Everyone, listen up. We have a problem.

I am an alcoholic, and I am addicted to cocaine and crack.

-Oh, Jesus. -Crack?

Yes, crack. I love it. Okay?

Now, I know this looks bad,

but I'm telling all you guys, we're gonna be fine.

The team is gonna be fine.

I'm just trying to figure out how we're gonna phrase the press release

that our team president hit a family of Dutch tourists

with his car while high on crack.

Ali, relax. I didn't kill anybody.

Plus, they're gonna go back to the Netherlands a million dollars richer

with an NDA. You're welcome, by the way.

He has an addiction, Sandy. Okay? It's a disease.

-That's right. -It's like AIDS.

No, no, it's not like AIDS, Ness. It's like cancer.

-It's like neither. -Yeah.

Listen. Here's what's gonna happen. I've already spoken to the board about it.

I'm done. I am no longer the President of the team.

I'll issue a statement that I'm taking a medical leave, and I am stepping down.

I need to fix this.

I at least need to learn how to hide it better.

It's a joke.

-Ow! -Sorry, sorry.

Now, there's still a lot to figure out,

but your job is to do your jobs, okay? You still have a team to run.

- Any questions? - Yes.

Yeah. Who do we think will be interim president?

No, I take it back. No questions, all right?

Everybody, just get the fuck out of here.

Isla… stay.

I kind of always wanted to try crack.

Fuck, it is the best.

-What's up? -We're in trouble.

We're 14 and 22. Second to last place in the West.

And now this.

We're gonna need someone to fill in for me.

Can't be going with any outsiders.

So which one are you gonna pick?

What?

Ness or Sandy? You said it has to be someone in the family.

-I'm picking you, dumbass. -What?

Ness is already too close to all the players.

Sandy doesn't know shit about basketball.

I am making you the President of the Waves.

You know your shit.

You're decisive, and you are the best person for this job.

Now I need you to say something back.

Yes.

Oh my God, yes! Thank you!

-Thank you! -Ow, fuck!

-I'm sorry. I'm sorry. -Ow, my fucking ribs.

-Ooh, ooh, ooh, I'm sorry. -All right, listen.

Stephen's gonna want to sit down with you soon with the board.

And use Ness and Sandy, all right?

They are there to help you now.

You know, Cam, when I was a little girl…

I never felt seen.

Daddy never believed in me, and I started to doubt myself.

I need you to stop 'cause I don't care about any of that shit.

Oh fuck.

It's Liz and the kids. I've gotta tell her I'm a fucking addict.

Go on, get out of here. Go.

- Hi, honey. - Hey.

-Where are you? -Daddy got rear-ended again.

Congrats!

Were you eavesdropping?

Oh, you bet your ass I was. I can't believe it.

You are the President of the Waves. This is shocking.

Shocking? That sounds bad.

No, this is good shocking.

I love you, and you are going to kill this.

-Also, you can never fuck up. -What?

You know when a guy gets a big job, he can fuck up a bunch,

and it's them getting their sea legs?

But women have to be perfect right off the bat.

-I am still in celebratory mode. -As you should be.

But on behalf of all women, don't ever make a mistake.

It looks bad for all of us.

♪ Pick up ♪

♪ Pick up that sound ♪

♪ Pick up ♪

Good morning.

Good morning.

♪ Pick up ♪

♪ Pick up that sound ♪

♪ Pick up that sound Again and again, again and again ♪

Shocker of the century.

Isla Gordon, Coordinator of Charitable Endeavors

for the LA Waves,

is now team President,

appointed by her brother Cam,

who we just learned has a bad drug problem.

Take a look at this mugshot.

- Ooh, ouch! - He looks terrible.

I have to ask, what's next for the Waves, Sean?

Marcus Winfield aside, this team is a mess.

And if the season were to end today, they wouldn't even make the playoffs,

which would be an absolute disaster for this franchise.

- And their point guard, Travis Bugg. - Oh boy.

Public relations nightmare.

Yeah, look at this guy.

Any thoughts on Isla Gordon being your new boss?

Not really. I guess it's a "take your sister to work day" or some…

You know what I mean?

- Oh my God. - That's just disrespectful.

-The dude is begging to be traded. -Yes.

That being said, he raises a good question.

Is Isla Gordon qualified to run a team?

Qualified to beat your ass.

Little nosy bitch.

Hey, uh, can I see my brothers in the conference room?

Like, right now, please?

♪ Ugh, who's the plug? ♪

♪ Yo, I'm the plug, yeah ♪

♪ Rearranging guts, yeah ♪

♪ I'm a stomach bug ♪

♪ Spitting bars on yellow bars ♪

♪ Foreign models, foreign cars ♪

♪ Walk the yard, take the charge Block is hot, Charizard, yeah ♪

♪ I'm a true shooter Like I'm John Wilkes Booth ♪

♪ Here, better grab my hose I set fire on the roof ♪

Whoo!

Come on, bro. Tell me that's not sick, bro.

Wait, who's John Wilkes Booth?

- I don't know, bro. I used Google rhymes. - Oh.

Hey, yo, what you think of the new boss lady?

Would you hit? I'd hit. She got more ass than Cam.

I am not ass man.

I like, how you say, huge boobs.

Yes, that's exactly how you do it.

Rosetta Stone is working! I'm proud of you, man.

Hey, yo, Marcus, smash or pass, Cam's sister.

-Right, Mary J. Blige. -No drama.

If I'm not involved, I don't get involved.

Yo, why are you so grumpy all the time, bro?

Thank you so much for coming.

I know Cam's choice came as a surprise,

but I can't do this without you guys.

- Sis, we got your back. - Thank you.

Yeah. No matter what people say, we got you.

What are they saying?

Um…

Don't go on Reddit unless you wanna kill yourself.

- What? Really? - No, it's…

It's-- It's-- It's okay. It's okay.

It's just a bunch of stupid, ugly shit about the fact that you're a nepo baby

and don't know what you're doing, but you're old,

so it's like you're kind of-- you're like a nepo crone.

- Oh my God. - It doesn't matter. It's garbage.

- Do I look that old? - Nobody cares.

The point is, we got you.

And first off, we're trading Travis Bugg, okay?

His numbers are down, bad energy.

He's gotta go. Talking to Miami.

I think we can get a couple picks next season.

Plus, we are $2 million over the salary cap,

so losing him is gonna save us from hitting the tax.

Hold on. He was first team All-Rookie a couple seasons ago.

Yeah, well, you know, things change.

I mean, yesterday we didn't know Cam was a crackhead.

And Travis has become more trouble than he's worth, so bye-bye.

Trading him for a couple of draft picks won't help our outside shooting problem.

Have you seen this guy Dyson Gibbs from the Developmental League?

He's got a crazy stroke.

I'm sorry, a guy from the Long Beach Raccoons

is the answer to our problems here?

I mean, I love those guys.

You know, their mascot's hilarious, but that's not how this works.

We're not even gonna talk about an alternative to a trade?

I think the reality is we're looking at a bit of a rebuild here.

We're just gonna throw the season away?

These things happen. It sucks, but it's where we are now.

We've already talked this trade through with Cam. It's all good.

Paperwork's gonna be on your desk this afternoon.

Listen, you're great, okay?

And look at me, don't look at the Internet.

Ever. All right?

Welcome to LA Waves Basketball on SportsVision West.

It's been a crazy 24 hours in the front office,

but tonight, the Waves take on the Milwaukee Black Bears.

Ramir Edwards!

Well, your first walk into the stadium.

Everyone's looking at you. Don't freak out.

- I've done this a million times. - Not as team President.

Yeah, well, lucky for me, I know how to walk to a chair.

Oh my…

Ooh!

Jesus Christ! Oh my God. Oh my God.

-Let's get you up. Are you okay? -Are you okay, Ms. Gordon?

Yeah, I'm fine.

-Really? Your-- your eyebrow is bleeding. -No, no, I'm good.

- Defense! - You good?

- Time out. - Yeah, yeah.

Ladies and gentlemen, please give it up for your…

Hey, Isla!

You okay? That looked like it was really, really bad.

It wasn't, actually. Uh, it was funny. I'm laughing already.

Okay. Congrats, by the way.

Jay Brown, Waves Head Coach.

Guy is ice. Totally Zen.

And I don't mean some suburban white lady doing hot yoga.

I'm talking actual Zen Buddhist…

except when he disagrees with a call.

A tech? Are you fucking serious? Hey.

Technical foul, Travis Bugg.

Go, go. Are you serious? Hey, what the hell is wrong with you?

Fuck you, man. Fuck!

That's Buggs' seventh tech this year. He leads the League.

I wish he led the League in something good.

I'm done with this guy.

There's a steal by Atkins.

He lays it off to Winfield… Slam dunk!

And then there's this guy, Marcus Winfield.

Twelve-time all-star. Two rings, two gold medals.

Most impressively, dated Rihanna.

Man, he is the best.

He and Cam had such a special connection.

I can have connections too.

Set up a meeting with me and Marcus.

Hey, Jackie!

Wow!

You gave a napkin to Isla Gordon.

You'll tell your grandkids about that one.

Hey. She seemed really nice.

Look, um, I know things have been tough for you lately,

so me and the guys, we got together and got you a little something.

Plus, a $50 gift certificate to Old Navy.

I put in 25 of the 50.

"Sorry your mom died. She's with the angels now."

"Go, Waves."

Oh.

Thanks.

Cancer, man. I've had some experience with it.

My dog Donut had it. Full recovery. Thank God.

But still.

All right, enjoy that gift card.

Hey. Hey, guys.

Tough game. Tough loss.

Um, we'll get 'em next time.

So, uh, Travis, can I have a word with you?

So, uh, I just want to say that I get it.

I acted out once too.

Um, you're not happy. There's a lot of trade rumors floating around.

Right now, you're still on the Waves.

And…

…your behavior is a direct reflection on this organization.

So, I am respectfully asking you to keep it in check.

Hmm…

Uh, respectfully,

I've seen your titties on the Internet.

So I can't really take you serious.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. You want to say that to me again?

So great to see you. I almost forgot to tell you our close-up… Let's go.

-Oh, my-- -Furcut.

Okay. No, no, we've got to go. Let's go.

Someone clean this up immediately!

Damn!

Oh my God. Oh!

Oh!

Oh, hey. Yo, is my hair thinning?

Because every time I do this, there's a couple of hairs in my hand.

I don't know. No, it looks good. Listen, I talked to Travis's agent.

Isla has still not signed off on the trade.

I'm sure she'll do it. You know, she's getting her sea legs.

Look, I need to tell you something. It's got to stay between us.

You finally went out with Martin.

I knew you would hit it off. He's hot, right?

Nope. No, I did not go out with your chiropractor.

And you're never gonna know anything about my dating life.

Well, I'm not Dad. You don't have to hide your gay lifestyle from me.

You know I met Andy Cohen last summer.

Jesus Christ, Ness. You've told me that 11 times.

I love you. I want you to be happy.

Look, I don't think this Isla thing is gonna work.

Putting her in charge with no experience, obviously, Cam is still high.

What're you suggesting?

We hold an emergency vote of the board. We have her removed.

She goes back to Charities. It's like it never happened.

S-- So, who runs the team?

Matt Damon and Ben Affleck.

Us, you idiot.

No. No, that's fucked up.

We're a family and a team. We don't do shit like that.

Okay, well, you know I'm right.

And yeah, your hair is thinning, and everyone's talking about it.

You son of a bitch.

Morning, Isla.

Oh, Stephen, what a surprise.

Stephen Ramirez, Chairman of the Board.

Made millions on these blankets with sleeves somehow?

Also, very scary.

I wasn't expecting you for another 30 minutes.

I am always early.

And I am always 20 minutes late. LOL.

Oh, did someone laugh?

N-- No.

I understand Ness wants to trade Travis.

Yeah, I don't think anyone's going to miss him.

And we can get a couple good draft picks for him to rebuild next season.

Oh, I'm gonna stop you right there.

We're the LA Waves.

Your dad didn't do rebuilding years.

Isla, we support you,

but if the team continues in this direction, changes will be made.

Well, congrats again. Looking forward to the future.

Remember, the franchise is in your hands now.

Hey, here's the Travis trade. Sandy wants you to sign it ASAP.

I also got you that sit-down with Marcus. Today at 2:00.

I gotta do something first.

Hi.

Have you seen Coach around?

Yeah. He's working out.

Oh.

Hmm.

Hi.

You know, if you're busy, I can just--

No, two more.

-Two… -Two. Oh, there's three.

Four.

Uh, you should take private time.

Or like, I-- pri-- You should have privacy.

And then I'll change and come-- I mean, you'll change.

I'm good. What's up?

Explain this Travis trade to me.

Couple years ago, he's putting up all-star numbers.

Now we're just gonna give up on him?

Does this make sense to you?

I, uh…

I support the team's decision.

Can you stop being so diplomatic and tell me how you really feel?

Travis is an instinctual passer. He can shoot to three.

But he's an oldest child that we're treating like the youngest.

-Wait, you mean like his birth order? -Yeah.

What he needs is someone he'll listen to, to tell him to step up.

I've tried, but I'm his coach, and he doesn't respect coaches,

so he just acts out more.

So Travis can't be fixed?

No, I didn't say that.

It'll be difficult, but not impossible. He just needs someone who scares him.

Uh, we don't have a lot of time, Jay.

-You're not gonna let this go, are you? -How can you tell?

Classic middle child.

-Wish me luck. I'm meeting with Marcus. -Oh yeah? Good luck with that.

Oh, sorry. I have a meeting with Marcus Winfield right now.

I am Marcus.

I mean, my name is Ray.

I'm Marcus's security/social media manager.

Anything you need regarding him, I can help you with.

Oh, I don't need anything. I just want to talk to him.

That won't be possible. Marcus is doing this thing

where he conserves his energy for things he thinks are important.

Are you serious? I'm the President of the team.

He wants you to have this candle.

It's from his new Target line of wellness products.

Have a blessed day.

Ha! Coming through. Coming through.

Jackie, Sean quit.

He wants to go to college, I guess.

I need you to handle the carving station in the Chairman's Lounge.

-The Chairman's-- The Chairman's Lounge? -Yeah.

Are you serious?

Yeah. Have you ever cut high-end meats before?

Sh-- Yeah, all… all the time.

-Good. -I… I love slicing meat.

Okay.

You're my new Sean, all right?

-Oh, thank you, Roger. -Yeah!

Oh!

Turns out both our star players are dickheads

in completely different ways.

Still don't know what to do about Travis, and Marcus ghosted me.

Some steak, please.

Yeah, you got it.

Oh, hey, I know you.

Yeah, it's good to see you again without two giant dudes on top of you.

Um, I'm… I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like they were…

-Move on, please. -I got it.

Anyways, I… I just want to say thank you.

Uh, you built the basketball court at my high school,

and when you came for the ceremony,

you said basketball got you through the tough times.

And recently, I found that to be really true.

Oh, thank you.

- Oh my God. I'm so sorry, Ms. Gordon. - Dude, what the hell?

-It's fine, we're good. It's fine. -Hey, do we have a problem?

Hi, Sandy, nice to see you.

What part of "I need you to sign some paperwork"

did you not understand?

Hey, don't talk to her like that. I'll knock you out of your lifts.

Okay, for the last time, I don't wear lifts.

I am just kissing six feet, and I'm still your boss.

-Yeah, and I am your boss. -Oh, you've been dying to say that.

-Go get me some club soda. -Show me your lifts.

- Yeah, you. - I don't know where club soda is.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Tsk! Okay? Cut it out.

We're all important, and Sandy's tall.

The thing is, we kind of need to hurry.

'Cause Miami wants the Travis trade done before their next road trip.

So, can you just please get on board with the plan?

You don't even have to understand it. You just need to sign.

Fine, I'll do it,

'cause that's what you want, right?

Yeah.

For me to shut up and do whatever you tell me?

Because I'm just Isla Gordon,

stupid and slow and incapable of decision-making.

Got it.

♪ Love survive ♪

♪ Only my love survive ♪

You're a mess.

You're gonna come work for us.

Why?

All I do is screw up and piss everyone off.

Well, it's like Dad always says.

"Never get rid of a distressed asset. You just raise its value."

I think there's some good in you yet.

-Ali! -Yeah?

-Get me John Berk in Seattle. -Their General Manager? Why?

'Cause Travis Bugg isn't going anywhere. I know he's embarrassing and a liability,

but if he has any potential, I'll squeeze every ounce of it out of him.

Damn, okay.

- Oh, and get me the GM from Miami too. - Got it.

He's on.

Isla Gordon, congrats on the new gig.

You want a new point guard?

- Damn, right to the point. - Well, do you or don't you?

We do. But if you're trying to offer me Travis, that's a pass.

Besides, I thought he was going to Miami.

You like Kensmore at Duke, right?

Yeah, yeah, we're kind of obsessed.

If I could double your chances of drafting him, would you be interested?

Maybe. Hey, shouldn't I be talking to Ness?

No, Berk, you're talking to me. Give me a second.

- Is Perez on? - Oh, line two.

Tony, Isla Gordon. How are things in Miami?

Late. I hope you're waking me up to tell me the Travis deal is done.

No, I got something better.

-No, good night. -Wait, wait, wait, wait. Just listen.

How do you feel about Colton Jefferson?

Well, he's on Seattle, and John Berk's an asshole.

I get you Jefferson, your back court's all of a sudden a thing.

What am I giving up?

You have two first-round picks, right? One from New Orleans?

Yes.

-Give me a second. Berk. -You need better hold music.

I'm gonna get you Miami's first-rounder from New Orleans

and give you Omari to shore up your rebounding the rest of the season.

- I thought you liked Omari. - We got a new kid who needs a shot.

All you've got to do is send Jefferson to Miami

and get ready for the Kensmore era next season.

- So, what do you get? - Cash from you. Let's say one million?

I've got to think about this.

Think about how happy your owner's gonna be in June

when he's shaking hands with Kensmore at the draft, BRB.

Tony?

Let's do this in the morning. My wife's mad.

John Berk's waiting to make this happen.

You get Jefferson.

All you give up is a first-rounder, and send me one million.

You're a hero.

You can't go anywhere in Miami without someone handing you a mojito.

I don't drink…

…but you got yourself a deal.

Fantastic. Sending you a deal memo in five. Sleep well.

Berk, where are we at?

Jefferson to Miami. Omari and a first to me, and one million to you. Deal?

Done. Sending you a deal memo.

See? I know my shit.

I don't mean this literally, but I want to have sex with you now.

Jackie, this is Cousin Ana. Um, I'm handling your mom's will.

Can you give me a call? It's super, super important.

Good morning.

Let's bring it in.

Let me see that real quick.

Hey, shitheads!

The boss said bring it in! Bring it the fuck in!

Thank you, Ali.

I just wanted to introduce myself formally.

I'm Isla Gordon, the President of the Waves.

I also want to update you on some changes.

Well… …it's been real, y'all.

I'mma miss you boys.

Actually, Travis, you're not going anywhere.

You're gonna stay here and play your ass off

and fulfill the promise of a $44 million deal.

And hopefully, you're gonna give it the same focus and care

you do your music career.

If not,

you are going to sit your ass on the bench for two entire years,

watching your value evaporate.

Or I might send you somewhere cold, like… Minnesota.

Sorry, so we have 11 guys on the roster now?

Nope, I signed Dyson Gibbs from the D-League.

Oh!

And there he is.

Sorry I'm late. Someone died on the bus I was on.

I had to wait for a new bus.

It's a horrific story,

but, um… welcome to the team.

Anyway, we are going to give the rest of the season

everything we got and make a deep playoff run.

We're the Waves.

We don't do rebuilding years.

Marcus, I missed you in my office yesterday.

I'd like to do weekly one-on-one check-ins. Does that work?

Oh, Ray should've told you about--

Oh, how you like to conserve your energy? Yeah, I don't give a shit.

Talk to you soon.

Everyone, have a great practice.

Go, Waves.

Let me get this straight. My real dad is dead?

Yes.

And he owned the Los Angeles Waves?

Yes.

♪ Don't need no introduction ♪

♪ Walk into the room Like a family function ♪

♪ I'm about to grab it Yeah, I'm onto something ♪

♪ Everybody want it Yeah, I ain't done yet ♪

♪ So fly, so high ♪

♪ Oh my, yeah, this is what you came for ♪

♪ So fly, so high ♪

♪ Yeah, never seen it done Like this before ♪

♪ It's like first impression, it's a yes ♪

♪ Lookin' like your own Little piece of heaven ♪

♪ Self-expression, new obssession Turn it up all the way to 11 ♪

♪ Eyes light up when we walk in ♪

♪ What's up? Yeah, what's happenin'? ♪

♪ You know everybody Wanna get with this, yeah ♪

♪ Make 'em go, make 'em go ♪

-♪ Hello ♪ -♪ Hello ♪

♪ Hello ♪

♪ Hello, hello ♪

♪ Hey, what's up? ♪

♪ Hello, hello ♪

♪ Shake your stuff ♪

♪ Hello, hello ♪

♪ Hey, what's up? ♪

♪ Hello, hello ♪

♪ Hello, hello, yeah ♪

♪ Hello? ♪

♪ Ugh! ♪

♪ Hello ♪