Original subtitles

♪ Got a band

that's really cool ♪

♪ Stealing words

from you-know-who ♪

♪ Playing gigs when we can ♪

♪ Trying to impress our fans ♪

♪ Older sister goes berserk ♪

♪ Her temper is

her biggest quirk ♪

♪ I got a plan

that might just work ♪

♪ Now, we're gonna rock

and we're gonna roll ♪

♪ We are Grojband, whoa! ♪

LANEY:

THIS ROTS!

SLUDGEFEST IS THE MUDDIEST

OUTDOOR MUSIC FESTIVAL IN TOWN!

AND WE'RE SITTING HERE

WHILE THE NEWMANS

ARE PLAYING IT!

I JUST HOPE COREY'S

GOTTEN OVER IT BY NOW.

KIN:

NO NEED TO WORRY!

I'VE BUILT SOMETHING

THAT'LL ALLOW COREY

(HAMMERING)

TO FORGET THE WHOLE THING.

I GIVE YOU...

THE MEMORY ERASER 500!

THAT'S A RUBBER MALLET.

KIN:

ONE WHACK -

UH, "TREATMENT" -

AND ALL MEMORY OF US

BEING REJECTED WILL BE GONE!

LANEY:

GUYS, CORE'LL BE OKAY.

IT'S NOT LIKE HE'LL GO CRAZY

OR ANYTHING.

(LAWN TRACTOR ROARS,

COREY SCREAMS)

LANEY:

AGGGGHHHHHH!

WHO'S READY TO MOW AWAY

THEIR PAIN?!

"TREAT" HIM TWICE.

IF WE CAN'T PLAY SLUDGEFEST,

WE'LL PUT ON OUR OWN FESTIVAL

RIGHT NEXT TO IT

IN THE CORNFIELD!

WE DON'T KNOW ANYTHING

ABOUT RUNNING A MUSIC FESTIVAL.

IT'S SIMPLE, LANES.

STEP ONE:

MOW THE CORNFIELD.

STEP TWO: ROCK OUT AND BECOME

THE BIGGEST BAND EVER!

TRINA:

I'VE BEEN WAITING IN LINE

FOR SLUDGEFEST,

WITH NICK MALLORY,

FOR A WEEK.

IT'S BEEN THE BEST

AND YOUR NOISE

IS NOT GONNA MESS WITH THAT!

IF YOU'RE IN LINE,

WHY ARE YOU HERE?

BATHROOM BREAK.

THOSE PORTA-PUDDLES

ARE FINE FOR MINA,

BUT NOT A LADY.

YOU LEFT MINA ALONE WITH NICK?

(GASPS) WHAT IF HE FALLS

IN LOVE WITH HER?

(HORRIFIED GASP)

NICK MALLORY:

NICK MALLORY'S WAITED

A LONG TIME

TO BE COOL

IN FRONT OF ONLY YOU.

NICK,

YOU'RE THE SWEETEST.

I'M SO LUCKY

TRINA LEFT US ALONE...

TRINA:

NOOOO!

I MEAN, WHATEVS.

I DON'T WANT YOUR "MUSIC"

RUINING MY PEACEFUL WEEKEND

OF MUDDY LOUDNESS!

(LAWN TRACTOR HORN BLASTS)

HEAR THE HORN?

TIME TO MOW CORN!

(ENGINE REVS)

(FIZZLING)

ALL:

WHOAAAA! AGGGHHHHH!

EEEEEE! GAHHHH!

SABOTAGE IS, LIKE,

SO SATISFYING.

ALL:

WHOAAAA! AHHHHH! EEEEEE!

WAAAAHHH!

ALL:

UNGH!

COREY:

WOW! LOOK HOW FAST IT'S MOWING!

LANEY:

TOO BAD IT'S NOT

IN A STRAIGHT LINE.

COME ON, WHAT MOW-ER

DO YOU WANT?

THAT'S A QUARTER

IN THE PUN JAR.

ANNOUNCER:

PUN JAR!

KIN:

I WONDER WHAT THE FIELD

LOOKS LIKE FROM SPACE?

(SPACESHIP LANDS

WITH A THUMP)

(HATCH WHOOSHES OPEN,

RAMP WHIRS)

KON:

IT'S HAPPENING!

(CLAPPING)

G'ORB:

I AM G'ORB!

YOU HAVE CHALLENGED US

MIGHTY ALIENS

TO A BATTLE OF THE BANDS,

AND WE ACCEPT!

CHALLENGE BATTLE

OF THE WHAT NOW?

G'ORB:

YOUR CHALLENGE IS WRITTEN

IN THIS FIELD,

IN THE CROP YOU CALL CORN!

THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT.

G'ORB:

I SEE. PROBABLY FOR THE BEST.

YOU WOULD'VE BEEN

DEFEATED ANYWAY.

BETTER TO HEED

YOUR PUNY HUMAN FEAR!

HEY! NOTHING ABOUT

MY HUMAN FEAR IS PUNY!

G'ORB:

THEN ORB UP AND PROVE IT!

TONIGHT,

IN FRONT OF A HUMAN CROWD!

FINE! IT'S ON!

G'ORB:

(LAUGHS EVILLY)

OH, AND IF YOU LOSE,

WE DESTROY YOUR WORLD.

(RAMP WHIRS,

HATCH SLAMS SHUT)

(SPACESHIP ZIPS AWAY)

LANEY:

DESTROY THE WORLD?!

WHAT DID YOU DO?

WE DON'T EVEN HAVE LYRICS!

WE'RE SO TOAST!

T'ORB:

WHAT DID YOU DO?

WE DO NOT EVEN HAVE LYRICS!

WE ARE SO GLINK-NARGLE!

AW! YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO PLAY

THE BIG BAD ALIEN,

ACCEPTING CHALLENGES!

CHALLENGES WE ALWAYS LOSE!

N'ORB:

HOW ARE WE GONNA PLAY HUMAN

INSTRUMENTS WITHOUT MEAT LIMBS?

AND WHAT ABOUT LYRICS?

HUMANS DO NOT FLASH

THE WAY US ORBS DO.

THEY USE WORDS.

YEAH. WE ARE TOTALLY

GLINK-NARGLE!

G'ORB:

NOT NECESSARILY.

IT IS ABDUCTION TIME.

LANEY:

AND THOSE ARE THE TOP

TWENTY REASONS

WHY THIS IS A BAD IDEA.

COREY:

BUT WE HAVE HOME PLANET

ADVANTAGE, LANES.

THEY DON'T EVEN HAVE HANDS!

(LIGHT HUMS)

KON: HUH?

G'ORB:

DID YOU NOT FIX

THE ABDUCT-O-CIRCLE?

IT WAS GONNA COST

AN ARM AND A LEG,

AND I COULDN'T PAY!

THAT'S A GUATLOO

IN THE PUN RECEPTACLE.

ANNOUNCER:

PUN RECEPTACLE!

G'ORB:

I'LL GO GET THE LADDER.

G'ORB:

TELL US HOW TO WRITE

HUMAN MUSIC WORDS

OR FACE THE PROBE!

YOU'LL NEVER BREAK ME!

(SCREAMS)

WE DON'T WRITE LYRICS!

WE STEAL THEM

FROM COREY'S SISTER, TRINA!

(SOBBING)

I'LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING!

Z'ORB:

OH! THERE'S MY MIXER!

NOW I CAN GET STARTED

ON THOSE PANCAKES.

♪ Pancakes come

from outer space! ♪

KIN:

HEY, WE HAVEN'T SPUN AROUND

TO SEE IF KON WAS MISSING YET.

WE SHOULD.

COREY: YEAH!

LANEY: WE REALLY SHOULD.

KON:

(LONG, DISTANT SCREAM)

UNGH! (SPITS)

COREY:

ARE YOU OKAY?

YEAH. THE ORBS WERE

REALLY NICE.

ALL:

PHEW!

ONCE I TOLD THEM

ALL ABOUT TRINA

AND HOW THEY SHOULD GET LYRICS

FROM HER DIARY LIKE WE DO.

WHAT?! KON,

WE NEED TRINA'S DIARY!

COREY:

IT'S OKAY, LANES.

IT'S NOT LIKE THEY KNOW

WHO TRINA IS.

WELL, I KINDA SHOWED 'EM

PHOTO OF TRINA,

AND SAID WHERE SHE WAS,

AND GAVE THEM THE RECIPE

FOR MY BOYSENBERRY PIE.

COREY:

WE CAN'T LET THEM GET THE DIARY

BEFORE WE DO

OR EARTH IS GONEZO.

WE NEED TO FIND TRINA.

TO SLUDGEFEST!

GUM?

YES, IT IS.

(GIGGLES)

DID YOU JUST TAKE GUM

FROM NICK MALLORY?

WHAT ELSE DID YOU TAKE?

DID YOU TAKE HIS HEART

AND LIKE...

MAKE IT BEAT FOR YOU

AND STUFF?!

YOU'RE STEALING HIM

FROM ME!

I JUST WANT TO SEE MY SISTER

CARRIE PLAY HER SHOW!

DON'T BE MAD AT ME!

AN "I," A "MY" AND A "ME"

IN ONE DIALOGUE BLOCK.

SELFISH MUCH?

OKAY, NEWMANS,

ARE WE READY TO ROCK,

OR ARE WE READY

TO ROLL?

KONNIE:

WE'RE BOTH, CARRIE!

T'ORB:

THESE "THE NEWMANS"

SEEM LIKE SUITABLE HUSKS.

WE MUST BEGIN THE DELICATE

BODY-SNATCHING PROCEDURE.

G'ORB: (WAR CRY)

G'ORBROY JENNNKORB!

T'ORB:

UGH! HE HAS THE PATIENCE

OF A TETRAHEDRON!

AIE!

G'ORB AS CARRIE:

THIS HUMAN'S BRAIN

TELLS ME ITS SISTER, MINA,

IS UNDER THE COMMAND

OF TRINA

AND WITH HER

AT ALL TIMES.

I HAVE HER

COMMUNICATION NUMBER.

TRINA:

NICK, WAITING IN LINE WITH YOU,

ALONE, FOR A WHOLE WEEK

(MINA'S PHONE RINGS)

HAS BEEN, LIKE, THE AWESOMEST,

DONTCHA THINK?

HEY, CARRIE,

UH, TRINA'S RIGHT HERE.

G'ORB:

(OVER PHONE) SUCCESS!

WHY DID YOU JUST SCREAM

"SUCCESS?"

(SPACESHIP BUZZES)

TRINA: (GASPS)

MINA: TRINA! NICK, HELP!

TRINA:

MINA! DON'T. TALK.

TO. NIIIIIIICK!

COREY:

MINA, WHERE'S TRINA?!

MINA:

MY SISTER JUST PULLED HER

INTO A HUGE SPACESHIP

AND FLEW AWAY,

SO...

MAYBE CHECK THE MALL?

G'ORB AS CARRIE:

ATTENTION, HUMAN LIFE FORMS!

WE HAVE DISGUSTING

HUMAN MEAT SHELLS

AND THE SOURCE

OF ALL HUMAN MUSIC!

OBSERVE AS WE DEFEAT GROJBAND -

YOUR BELOVED CHAMPIONS!

COREY:

THEY'VE GOT THE BODIES

OF OUR WORST ENEMIES

AND TRINA'S DIARY!

WE'RE DONE FOR!

LANEY, PANIC WITH ME!

LANEY:

CORE, IT'S YOUR GENIUS

THAT TURNS THE DIARY

INTO LYRICS.

ALL THOSE STUPID ORBS HAVE

IS A BOOK OF SECRET ANGST!

YOU'RE RIGHT!

THEY HAVE THE CEREAL,

BUT THEY DON'T HAVE THE MILK.

THEIR LYRICS WILL BE SO DRY,

THEY'LL SHRED THE ROOFS

OF THEIR MOUTHS!

COREY:

IF WE LET TRINA WATCH THE ORBS

SING HER DIARY

AND EXPOSE HER FEELINGS

IN FRONT OF EVERYONE,

SHE'LL LOSE IT

AND WE'LL HAVE NEW LYRICS

TO SAVE EARTH!

MINA:

HEY, WHAT HAPPENED?

WHERE DID YOU GO?

I DON'T KNOW.

BUT THERE WERE PANCAKES.

G'ORB AS CARRIE:

WELCOME TO OUR BATTLE,

INFERIOR BEINGS!

WE ARE THE ORB EXPERIENCE.

AND NOW, BEHOLD THE SONG

THAT WILL DOOM YOUR WORLD!

I CALL IT, "ENTRY 4,987:

MY SECRET FEAR AND JUNK."

(TAPS DRUMSTICKS)

G'ORB:

(SINGING/READING DIARY ENTRY)

DEAR DIARY,

I'M THE PRETTIEST EVER,

BUT EVEN THE PRETTIEST

HAVE UGLY SECRETS.

LET ME OPEN MY HEART TO YOU

AND ADMIT MY SECRET FEAR

AND JUNK.

I'M SCARED NICK WILL LIKE MINA

MORE THAN ME,

AND WITHOUT HIM

TO BANDAGE MY BLEEDING HEART,

I'LL BE ALONE FOREVER...

AND STUFF.

THANKS FOR LISTENING,

DIARY!

XOXO. HUGS.

(SONG ENDS)

BEAT THAT, GROJBAND!

I WROTE THAT.

WHY DID CARRIE

READ YOUR DIARY?

AND DO YOU REALLY THINK

NICK WOULD EVER LIKE ME

MORE THAN YOU?

NICK CAN IMAGINE

HOW EMBARRASSED YOU ARE.

TRINA:

HA! WHAT A JOKE!

SO FUNNY, RIGHT?

(NERVOUS LAUGH)

(LAUGHING,

BIRDS CAW)

(HYSTERICAL LAUGHTER)

(HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYS)

(FLAMES CRACKLE,

SCRIBBLING FURIOUSLY)

(CORN POPS)

(COW MOOS)

(FLAME CRACKLES AND HISSES)

(HEAVENLY CHOIR SINGS)

YOU SAID "BEAT THAT,"

RIGHT?

♪♪

♪ My secret is out ♪

♪ But I'm not gonna cry

or pout ♪

♪ I'm gonna show 'em all

what I'm all about ♪

♪ And turn this whisper

into a shout ♪

Both:

♪ shout! ♪

Corey:

♪ Cause my secret is out... ♪

♪ Out loud! ♪

Kin, Kon, Laney:

♪ Loud! ♪

Corey:

♪ If out minds

can't be erased ♪

♪ At least we'll kick your butts

back to outer space ♪

♪ 'Cause it's our turn

to rule the stage ♪

♪ So don't get in our way ♪

♪ We'll either win this thing ♪

♪ Or destroy the human race ♪

♪ Play like we've never played

and rock a killer show ♪

Both:

♪ Show! ♪

♪ 'Cause if we don't

we're all toast! ♪

Band:

♪ Toast! ♪

(CROWD CHEERS)

G'ORB AS CARRIE:

FINE. YOU WIN, MEATPILE.

YOUR WORLD HAS

A MIGHTY CHAMPION.

THANKS. THEY TOTALLY

KNOW US ALREADY,

BUT I'LL TELL THEM THAT.

All RIGHT, ORBS,

LET US GET OUT OF HERE.

T'ORB:

I DON'T SUPPOSE I NEED TO SAY

"I TOLD YOU SO."

G'ORB:

OH YEAH?

WELL, YOUR PANCAKES ARE DRY.

(SHIP WHOOSHES AWAY)

LANEY:

SO, CORE, STILL THINK

BATTLING ALIEN LIFE FORMS

WAS A GOOD IDEA?

COREY:

OF COURSE, LANES.

WE WON!

BUT WE REALLY SHOULDN'T BE

BATTLING OTHER BANDS.

THE ONLY REAL BATTLE

SHOULD BE WITH THE BAND

INSIDE OURSELVES.

THE ONE BEATING THE DRUMS

OF OUR LARGE INTESTINES

AND PLAYING THE GUITAR STRINGS

OF OUR HEARTS.

WHEN YOU CHALLENGE THAT BAND,

YOU'RE ALWAYS

A MIGHTY CHAMPION.

CORE,

THOSE ARE GREAT LYRICS!

YOU HAD THEM INSIDE YOU

THE WHOLE TIME?

I GUESS SO!

NOW WE DON'T NEED

TRINA'S DIA-

(STOMACH GURGLES, BURPS)

NEVER MIND.

IT WAS JUST INDIGESTION.

THANKS FOR COMING OUT,

EVERYONE!

(GARAGE DOOR CLINKS OPEN)

(GLASS TINKLING

AND CLATTERING)

I DUNNO.

THINK WE GOT ENOUGH JUGS?

HOW MANY JUGS DOES

A JUG BAND NEED?

ONE.

I THINK WE'RE FINE.

KIN:

I CAN'T BELIEVE

WE'RE GONNA BE A JUG BAND!

KON:

THE PEACEVILLE

DOWN-HOME HOEDOWN

WON'T KNOW WHAT JUGGED 'EM!

(BLOWS)

HOW DID SOMEONE THINK

TO PLAY ONE OF THESE?

(EXCITED GASPS)

BOTH:

JOIN US AS WE EXPLORE

ROCK LORE!

KON:

LIKE, A THOUSAND YEARS AGO,

THERE WAS A HUGE HEAT WAVE.

KIN:

THE HEAT WAS SO WAVY

THAT THE COUNTRY MUSIC BAND,

THE BROTHERLY BOYS,

TRADED THEIR MUSIC INSTRUMENTS

FOR JUGS OF ICE-COLD ROOT BEER!

KON:

BUT THE ROOT BEER

HAD BOILED AWAY!

WITH NO ROOT BEER

AND NO MUSIC,

IT WAS THE WORST DAY EVER!

(SOBBING)

KIN:

BUT THEIR SOBS

FILLED THE JUGS WITH MUSIC!

THEY HAD NEW INSTRUMENTS!

(SOBS TURN INTO A TUNE)

LANEY:

AND THEY TOURED AROUND PLAYING

AWESOME JUG TUNES FOREVER,

RIGHT?

KON:

NO, THEY DIED OF THIRST.

KIN:

DIDN'T YOU SEE

HOW WAVY IT WAS?

♪ Wicked hot transition ♪

HAT. WHY?

MINA:

THE DOWN HOME HOEDOWN

LOOKS LIKE FUN!

AND I THINK, LIKE, FUN

MIGHT BE FUN TO HAVE.

MAYBE. SEE?

MAYOR MELLOW:

TONIGHT, AT THE RODEODROME,

THE PEACEVILLE HOEDOWN

HAS IT ALL!

(EXPLOSION)

ROMPIN'! STOMPIN'!

HOOTIN'! HOLLERIN'!

AND A WAGONLOAD OF CARRYIN' ON!

(CHICKEN CLUCKS,

EXPLOSION)

THIS HOOTENANNY IS GONNA BE

ONE YAHOO

OF A STAGECOACHIN'

STICK-TO-YOUR-RIBS-

(GLASS CRACKS,

STATIC HISSES)

MINA:

YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO THROW

MY PHONE OUT THE WINDOW

TO SAY NO.

TRINA:

I TOTALLY UN-CONDONE

THE PRACTICE OF COUNTRY STUFF.

EVEN THE SOUND OF BUMPKINS

MAKE MY TEETH HURT.

(BLOWING JUG SOUNDS)

OW.

(PLAYING JUGS)

WOW, CORE!

I LOVE THAT JUG SOUND!

(SMASH)

TRINA: ME, TOO!

IT'S LIKE YOUR DREAMS

ARE SMASHING!

COREY:

HEY! WE NEED THOSE JUGS

FOR OUR GIG!

DING-DING-DING!

BONUS SMASHING REASON!

CLETE:

HE, HE, HE! HOWDY.

I'M A GENIE.

NAME'S CLETE.

SOMEBODIES GOT THREE WISHES.

COREY:

A GENIE?

LIKE FOR REAL?

TRINA:

I SUPER-MAGIC-WISH

MY BROTHER'S BAND

COULD NEVER PLAY MUSIC AGAIN!

(SPITS)

THERE YA GO.

NEXT?

I SUPER-MAGIC-WISH FOR

A DATE WITH NICK MALLORY!

(SPITS)

LANEY:

UM, WHAT JUST HAPPENED?

COREY:

THEN THE GENIE DISAPPEARED

WITH TRINA, GOT IT?

AND NOW WE PROVE THAT

THE GENIE MAGIC WAS FAKE

BY PLAYING OUR INSTRUMENTS

PERFECTLY!

(STRUMS HIS GUITAR,

SHRIEKS)

(DRUMS) PHEW...

(FLAMES WHOOSH)

AGGGHHHHH!

(KEYBOARD BLEATS)

AND NOW WE PANIC BECAUSE...

WE CAN'T PLAY!

AAGGGGHHHHH!

COREY:

EASY, GUYS.

WE CAN STILL PLAY

THE HOEDOWN.

WE JUST NEED TO FIND

ANOTHER GENIE

AND WISH UP A FIX.

LANEY:

CORE, FINDING TWO GENIES IN

THE SAME PILE OF JUGS WOULD BE-

MOOOOOOOOOOOO!

LANEY:

IMPOSSIBLE!

FINDING ONE GENIE SHOULD

HAVE BEEN IMPOSSIBLE, TOO.

ROLL WITH IT, LANES.

YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND,

SUGAR.

I WISH WE COULD PLAY

MUSIC AGAIN!

SORRY, SWEETIE.

I CAN'T UNDO

ANOTHER GENIE'S MAGIC.

THAT'S A RUUUUUUUUUUULE.

I'LL NEVER PLAY MUSIC AGAIN?

THAT'S RIGHT.

BUT YOU'VE GOT THREE WISHES,

HONEY.

IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE

YOU WANT?

ALL I EVER WANTED

WAS MY MUSIC

AND TRINA FINALLY

TOOK IT AWAY.

I WISH WE WERE WITH HER

RIGHT NOW!

YOOOOOOOOU GOT IT, HON.

(BELL JINGLES)

TRINA:

SO, WOW! YOU'RE TOTALLY INTO

THIS HORRIBLE COUNTRY JUNK?

ME, TOO!

NICK MALLORY ISN'T SURE

WHY HE'S SUDDENLY

ON A DATE WITH YOU.

CLETE:

SO ALL SHE WANTS IS TO DATE

THIS NICK FELLA

AND RUIN HER BROTHER?

NO, THIS IS JUST

THE IMPORTANT STUFF.

SHE LIKES PURSES, TOO.

I WISH TRINA HAD

A PIG FACE!

(SIGHS)

NICK:

NICK'S GONNA GET US

SOME CORN DOGS.

GAG. CORN DOGS MAKE ME-

(OINK) WAIT.

NOTHING MAKES ME-

(OINK)

HOLD STILL.

YOU LOOK A BIT... PINK.

(GLASS SHATTERS)

(SQUEALS LOUDLY)

I MEAN- (SCREAMS)

I CAN'T LET NICK MALLORY

SEE ME LIKE THIS!

WHATEVER'S GOING ON,

I WISH MYSELF BACK TO NORMAL!

CLETE:

SOMEONE WISHED YER FACE

ALL PIGGY.

IT'S AGAINST THE RULES

FOR ME TO UNGENIE

ANOTHER GENIE'S MAGIC.

TRINA:

ANOTHER GENIE'S MAGIC?!

HELLO THERE, CLETE.

HOWDY, BESSIE.

TRINA:

(ANGRY GROWL)

WHAT? YOU DIDN'T THINK

I'D FIND MY OWN GENIE

AND GET REVENGE?

YOU WANT A WISH-WAR?

I'LL GIVE YOU ONE!

I WISH-

COREY:

LAST ONE!

BETTER MAKE IT COUNT.

I WISH FOR A MILLION WISHES!

(SPITS)

THERE YA GO.

WHAT? YOU CAN WISH

FOR MORE WISHES?

SURE.

THAT'S ONE WISH.

I DON'T KNOW WHY EVERYBODY

DOESN'T DOOOOO THAT.

COREY:

THEN I WISH

FOR A MILLION WISHES!

(COWBELL JINGLES)

I WISH YOU WERE AS GROSS

AS I THINK YOU ARE!

(SPITS)

UGH! I WISH I COULD

GIVE YOU A HUG!

(COWBELL JINGLES,

TRINA SCREAMS)

WORST!

I WISH I WAS ELECTRIFIED!

(SPIT)

(ZAP)

OWWWW!

I WISH YOU WERE

ALWAYS ITCHY!

(BELL JINGLES)

I- (ZAP) WISH- (ZAP)

THE NEWMANS

WERE THE BIGGEST BAND

IN THE WORLD!

NOOOOOOO!

(LOUD FOOTSTEPS THUD)

CARRIE:

WE'RE SO MUCH BIGGER

THAN GROJBAND...

AND, LIKE, MOST BUILDINGS.

THE NEWMANS:

BWAHAHAHAHAHA!

I WISH THE NEWMANS

WOULD GO TO THE MALL!

(COWBELL JINGLES,

FOOTSTEPS THUD LOUDLY)

CARRIE:

GUYS, I SERIOUSLY CRUSHED

THE MALL!

(SQUEALS)

ANGER! I WISH YOU HAD RESTLESS

LEG SYNDROME!

(CLETE SPITS)

AGGHHH!

THIS IS WORSE THAN THE TIME

WE GAVE WISHES

TO THAT DOG AND CAT.

THEY'RE FAMILY.

THEY'LL REALIZE

THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SOOOOON.

♪ No They Won't Transition ♪

I WISH THERE WAS NO MOON

SO TRINA COULD NEVER HAVE

A MOONLIGHT KISS!

(COWBELL JINGLES)

OKAY.

YOOOOU WERE RIGHT.

CORE, STOP.

WRECKING THE MOON

WON'T HELP YOU

PLAY MUSIC AGAIN!

KON:

SURE, REVENGE IS DELICIOUS,

BUT IT WON'T MAKE YOU FAT,

JUST EMPTY.

KIN:

YOU CAN BLOW UP

A MILLION MOONS

AND IT'LL NEVER BE ENOUGH.

COREY:

YOU'RE RIGHT.

I JUST WISH I KNEW

HOW TO GET MY MUSIC BACK.

(COWBELL JINGLES)

AND NOW I DO!

AND THE BEST PART IS,

WE CAN PLAY THE HOEDOWN.

TRINA:

OH NO YOU DON'T!

I WISH-

COREY:

NO! I WISH TRINA COULD FINISH

HER DATE WITH NICK MALLORY!

(COWBELL JINGLES)

THIS SECOND CORN DOG IS CALLING

NICK MALLORY'S NAME.

NICK MALLORY.

(PIG SQUEALS)

I MEAN... NO!

NICK DOESN'T

DIG ABOMINATIONS.

DIBS ON YOUR CORN DOG

THOUGH.

(SNORTS)

I WAS WRONG TO MESS UP

YOUR DATE, SIS.

SO I THOUGHT

I'D MAKE THINGS RIGHT.

WHAT ELSE ARE BROTHERS FOR?

YOU ARE SO UN-STANDABLE!

(ZAP)

I TOTES WISH

WE WERE UNRELATED!

(SPITS)

THERE YOU GO.

WHAT WAS THAT ALL ABOUT?

TRINA WISHED HER BROTHER

COULD NEVER MAKE MUSIC AGAIN.

BUT NOW I'M NOT HER BROTHER!

AND WE'RE NOT

HER BROTHER'S BAND!

SO, IF I SAID,

"I WISH WE WERE

AN AWESOME JUG BAND..."

BESSIE:

IT WOULD BE MY COMMAND,

HONEY.

(COWBELL JINGLES)

MAYOR MELLOW:

LOOKIE-LOO, BUCKAROO!

A HOEDOWN AIN'T NO-DOWN

WITHOUT A JUG BAND THROW-DOWN!

GIVE A BIG YAHOO

FOR GROJBAND!

(PLAYING A JUG BAND TUNE)

WE'RE PLAYING!

(CHUCKLES)

WE'RE AWESOME AGAIN!

COREY:

AND HERE COME THE LYRICS!

(SNORTING ANGRILY)

NO MUSIC! (ZAP)

I WISHED IT AWAY!

CLETE:

BUT YOUR LAST WISH

UNDID YOUR FIRST.

COREY USED YOUR WISHIN'

AGAINST YA.

I GUESS YOU LOSE.

(ENRAGED SQUEAL)

(HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYS)

(FLAMES WHOOSH,

LIGHTNING STRIKES)

(FURIOUS SCRIBBLING)

(FLAME HISSES)

OOF! (SPLAT)

(PIGS SQUEAL,

DISGUSTED GROANS)

UGH! ICK! YUCK!

(HEAVENLY CHOIR SINGS)

YEEEEE-HAAAAW!

♪ Oh, I wish I had a nickel ♪

♪ For every wish I made ♪

♪ When I was feelin' fickle ♪

♪ My heart was

gettin' swayed ♪

♪ But one wish led to two wish,

two wish led to more ♪

♪ And that big ol' pile

of wishes left me ♪

♪ Battered, bruised and sore ♪

♪ Cuz everything

that happened ♪

♪ Made a big ol' mess of me ♪

♪ So I wish away my wishes ♪

♪ Undo, reset, control-Z ♪

(SPITS)

♪ Oh, you made a million wishes

to knock me down to size ♪

♪ Then I made a million more

and knocked you to the sky ♪

♪ You can have

your cool boyfriend ♪

♪ It's the least

that I can do ♪

♪ Just let me play my music

for all my friends but you ♪

♪ 'Cause everything

that's happened ♪

♪ Made a big ol' mess of me ♪

♪ So I wish away my wishes ♪

♪ Undo, reset, control-Z ♪

JUG SOLO, EVERYBODY!

(THE BAND PLAYS A JUG SOLO)

♪♪

CROWD:

(CHEERS) HOORAY! HOORAY!

MAYOR MELLOW:

THAT WAS FUN!

TELL ME YOU AIN'T DONE!

TOOT THAT JUG

AND LET'S CUT A NEW RUG!

THANK YOU, MR. MAYOR,

BUT I WISH WE'D NEVER

FOUND THESE GENIES!

BESSIE:

NOW, YOU'RE TALKIN',

SWEAT PEA.

(COWBELL JINGLES)

(BALLS CLATTER)

HMM. LOOKS LIKE WE CAN'T BE

A JUG BAND AFTER ALL.

KIN:

YOU'RE TAKING THIS WELL, DUDE.

WE CAN WISH THINGS

WERE DIFFERENT, GUYS,

BUT THEN THEY WOULDN'T

BE REAL.

IT'S ONE THING TO PICK UP

A MILK BOTTLE

AND MAKE THE MOON EXPLODE,

BUT IT'S REAL LIFE WHEN YOU TAKE

WHAT COMES YOUR WAY

AND MAKE THE BEST OF IT.

UM, CORE,

ISN'T IT A BIT EARLY

FOR YOUR FINAL THOUGHT?

I'M CONFUSED, TOO,

LANES.

BUT THERE'S NO GOING BACK.

THANKS FOR COMING OUT,

EVERYONE!