All language subtitles for The Latest Buzz s02e11 The Face the Music Issue

Final question.

If anyone left the band, would you call
yourselves Maroon 4?

I see.

I won't be quoting you on that.

Has DJ left for her conference yet?

Yes, and she looked adorable.

She had the cutest turned -edge leather
-bound three -ring binder a girl's ever

seen. Maybe one day you'll have a
conference binder of your own. A girl

dream.

Why would head office send DJ away the
day before Sherry Overwood's

Sherry Overwood!

I should give those guys a piece of my
mind. Do it. Some corporate lackeys in

there right now.

He's about to regret he ever set foot in
this place.

Listen, bub.

Sherry Overwood's performing here
tomorrow, and DJ should be here to help,

some corporate clown.

Oh, really?

Except for maybe you, Daddy.

I can't wait to get out and hang out
with my friends and find out what's new.

Who's crashing on who?

And who's that room with who?

It's a whole new thing.

Tomorrow night's concert is big.

With DJ gone, who better to be Miss
Overwood's liaison than me?

A liaison?

Ew, that sounds like some sort of foot
infection.

No, honeybee.

A liaison makes sure a star gets
everything they need.

Let me do that! I know all about getting
everything I need.

Now this is someone else getting what
they need. Please, I promise I can

this. Oh, very well. Just don't go
overboard with excitement.

Thank you, Daddy.

You're welcome, baby.

Ernie C. High needs a couple of good
men.

Shaggy -haired men.

Well -dressed men.

And you want us to help you find these
men?

I'm on it.

No. What we need is good men to stop a
spitballer from firing phlegm -filled

gobs of goo.

Ew.

Ew, indeed.

Four hall monitors quit this week
because of this guy.

I want to know who's in.

This school has seen its last ball of
spit.

Hooligans, gobs of goo.

I'm still not seeing the perks, Mr.
Shepard.

Oh, sick.

I'm in.

Want me to edit your Maroon 5 article?

As long as I get to edit your little
snack.

What's wrong with it? Where to begin, R?

Hmm.

It's the same color as the plate.

White is not a flavor. It's healthy.
It's lame. Enjoy what you eat. Then you

must have had jerk chicken for lunch.

Oh, snap.

Let's say we spice things up a bit, huh?

The guy on the bottle has fire coming
out of his eyes. Come on, R. You'll love

it.

Here comes the choo -choo train down the
track.

Chugga -chugga -chugga -whoa -whoa.

Huh? Huh?

Not bad.

A little spicy, but... Noah,

you made me get the hiccups.

It's not my fault you caved to peer
pressure.

Look at you.

When I was your age, I ran a lemonade
stand.

Of course, I then organized a house to
take over of all the other stands and...

Opened a small lemonade plant.

Which eventually became Pierce's Sour
Pucker Lemonade and Lemon Related

Products, Inc. Go get them, honey bee.

Amanda Pierce at your service. You've
got a full schedule ahead.

Hair, makeup, photo shoot, judging a pig
race, tutoring.

I'm judging a pig race?

It's great exposure.

People love pigs.

Then it's dinner and a radio interview.

Aw, shoot.

That's another meal I gotta eat in the
car. Just a sec.

Hello, Burger Barn? Amanda Pierce here.
I need you to shut down the restaurant

for a couple hours.

Trust me, it'll be worth it.

Finally, a liaison who gets me.

Call me if you need anything.

24 hours a day, I'll be there for you.

Think of me as your right -hand gal.
Thanks, doll. So, this Burger Barn, does

have curly fries?

Oh, yeah.

32?

We've located the perpetrator. Over.

Perpetrator? What did I do?

Noise pollution.

Disturbance to the peace.

Frog noises. Care to explain?

I have the hiccups. Is that so, little
lady?

Proclaims to have the hiccups.

What are you writing?

Stop writing! I'm gonna have to ask you
to calm down, man.

Monitor's under fire! I repeat,
monitor's under fire!

Confirm visual on the spitballer. I'm in
pursuit!

As my partner pursues the guy with the
golden goober, I ask myself, Wilder, why

are you still writing?

Think Polly Wolly doodle while hula
hooping. Your hiccups will be gone in a

jiff.

Come here, you gobblobber.

Don't turn around.

Do what you always do when you're
scared.

Think of your favorite song from Good
Witch, Bad Witch.

There's nothing to be afraid of. I've
got a straw packed with spittle pointed

right at your back.

You're going down, dude.

Please don't hurt me, please!

Dude!

I had him, but I chickened out.

Aw, it's okay.

It's hard out here for a wimp.

wrong table you want the one where i'm
not sitting amanda it's me sherry

overwood omg sherry but you're supposed
to be at a pig race honey please i need

your help i'm tired i just need to get
away but i've got school just one

afternoon i want to be normal singing in
front of thousands of people gets me a

bit much sometimes i know what you mean
i knew you would you're my right hand

gal

You told me to do this.

It's useless.

Scare me, that'll work.

Thought you'd never ask.

By the time we graduate, all jobs will
be done by chimps.

And all movies will star evil clowns.

Thanks a lot, smart.

We're just in time for your press
conference. Quick, what's our story?

story is you both spent the afternoon
goofing off.

Miss Overwood, you can go get ready for
your press conference.

Your little stunt had everyone worried
sick.

Not to mention the fact you skipped
school.

I was just trying to be a good liaison.

A good liaison would have made sure she
got you the pig race on time.

When I was your age.

I had to babysit two younger brothers, a
little sister, a cat, and a goldfish.

What did I do?

Started a neighborhood babysitting
service known today as Need a Nanny Now.

Sorry to disappoint you.

Again.

Tough day out

there today, boys.

I hear you, boss man.

Just a few first -inch hitters already
behind me. He got to you, Michael.

I'm going to have to put you on desk
duty until further notice.

Desk duty?

Yes. You cannot put this on desk duty.

Those halls need me.

And I'm going to need you to turn over
your shades.

Not my shades.

Oh, yes, the shades.

Somebody else needs them now.

Wilder, I want you to meet your new
partner.

Manicotti!

I want you to work in the band recital
tonight.

10 -4.

All right, that's all.

Hey.

Let's be careful out there.

Yeah, cheer up on desk duty.

How could a lizard who shoots gas out of
its skull possibly cheer me up?

Oh, I still have...

How

much trouble did you get in?

I got the title of my next single,
Grounded Till the Cows Come Home.

I'd download that.

Can I have your attention, please?

And now, on behalf of Teen Buzz, I'd
like to thank you all for coming.

Gargling with pickle juice to get rid of
those.

And now, for the one you've all been
waiting for, Miss Sherry Overwood.

Thanks for coming, y 'all.

I'm real sorry for causing any alarm
with my disappearance.

But my time with Amanda Pierce... has
shown me how fun regular laugh can be.

So, I'm announcing my retirement from
the music world.

Any questions?

She needed a friend, Daddy, and I

always thought it was important to help
people in need, especially if they're

famous.

I'll have to tell tonight's audience why
they don't get to see Sherry perform,

tonight or ever.

No, you won't.

This is my fault.

I said I could handle this, and I'm not
going to let you down, Daddy.

Try to impress your dad?

Freak him out.

Make a new friend?

Ruin her life?

Why do people even try?

A desk job?

Fume.

A desk job's cool.

You get to sit and work at a desk.

There's paper, sometimes pen.

Mr. Shepard doesn't know what he's
talking about.

Dude, you kind of choked out there.

I think Mr. S is right.

But I'm not scared.

Sorry,

dude.

It's just a straw. Who cares?

Really sorry.

Should have walked over and put it in
the garbage.

No, Peggy. Couldn't care less.

pickle juice just makes you never want
to eat pickles again have you tried the

old foot in the ear trick this isn't a
sunday night dinner at your house i

started this so i'll end it take a deep
breath hold it

hold it now let out the loudest belts
you possibly can burp like you've never

burped before the hiccups won't know
what hit them

No, look. Kid over there has a crush on
you.

Aw, love at first burp.

Death job.

I'd be walking the beat with Wilder if
my screaming terror hadn't gotten in the

way.

Evidence.

Let's see.

Old straws.

Shepherd's old donut.

Spitballs at Mr.

Mark.

Death! How could I have been so blind?

Next question.

Why am I touching another guy's spit?

Ew!

Davies to Wilder, come in.

I repeat.

Davies the Wilder, come in.

Davies the Shepherd, the spitballer's in
the building.

I repeat, the spitballer's in the
building.

Excuse me, coming through. This is an
emergency.

What? My hair? I like it too.

Time for another gal's night out?

No.

There'll be no more girls' nights out.

For you or for me.

But we all had fun this afternoon.

That doesn't mean y 'all should give up
your career.

You know when you told me about singing
in front of thousands of people, and I

said, you know what you mean?

I don't.

Ever since I was a little girl, I've
dreamed of doing what you do. Yeah, but

one day at the mall worth losing all
that?

If it is, then let's go get some size 6
Figueroos.

I'm a 7.

They'd be for me.

If that's not what you want, I know
where there's a bunch of people just

to hear you sing.

See? That's why you're my right -hand
gal.

They're going down, Dave.

He got you, Michael.

Dude, you kind of choked up there.

Hey, how did you find your head?

Which witch should I be? Which witch is
really me? You got to.

Dude, you kind of choked out there.

Which witch would I be? No!

It's time to save Wilder.

When I get my hands on him, that
spitball is going to pay.

Look!

We're close.

Dude?

Why are you aiming a straw at me and
looking all threatening?

Walter, look out!

No!

No!

Just a spitball. I'll be fine.

Of course, I'll have to burn this tie
now.

That spitball was meant for me.

Somewhere. There's a spitball with all
our names on it.

Sounded gigantic.

How'd you know it was Manicotti? The
spitballs were made from pages of his

lizard comic book.

You caught him? Yes, I did, and all
thanks to Michael's brilliant desk work.

Why, Manicotti, why?

I'll tell you why.

Because he was angry.

Angry at the hall monitors, always
telling him what to do.

Don't litter, don't run, don't put
chewed gum on the drinking fountains.

He joined our ranks just so he could
bring us down.

But we're not going anywhere.

I would have gotten away with it if it
hadn't been for you.

Davies, you did good.

Lostruck.

I'm proud of you, honeybee.

When I was a young man working at a
record label, I had to convince a rock

to return to the stage.

And you succeeded brilliantly?

Nope. The rock band walked out, and I
had to sing instead.

There's a reason I'm not a rock star.

You've got to help me.

Okay, R, I've got one last trick.

It's purely experimental, but it might
work.

You up for it?

Yes. Remember, it's experimental.

Just do it. I whole -hooped, I belched,
I gurgled pickle juice, I...

My

hiccup.

They're gone.

You just kissed me.

What did we miss?

Noah got rid of my hiccup.

if it weren't for Amanda, and I happen
to know she's one heck of a singer. So

give it up for the fierce Miss Pierce.

Thanks, Sherry, and thanks, Daddy. This
one's for you.

Gotta make you mine.

Could you be the one for me? The one who
makes my dreams come true.

You're my prince charming.

I will be the one for you. We'll make
this fairy tale come true.

Just an experiment to cure the hiccups?

No, it was the allure of pickle breath.

I thought I made that part clear.

You did. You did. But I was doing a
little bit of reading about hiccups. Of

course you were.

And they aren't just caused by spicy
foods.

They start if you're nervous, like over
a test or a deadline, or if you lied

about a kiss.

So you better be telling the truth or
you might get the hiccup.

R, why would I lie?

I only kissed you to cure the hiccups.

Okay.

Just making sure.