Original subtitles

(upbeat music playing)

Less than one percent of plastic bags get recycled.

The rest end up at landfills or as litter.

So a plastic bag ban is what's best for Brighton.

We need to be part of the solution, not the pollution.

(Mayor Brunson laughs)

Oh, you got to see this, Goldie.

? I'm just a red-blooded... ?

(blows raspberry)

Goldfish ClickClock is on fire.

Do you need to see more charts? I've got pie, scatter, bubble.

Nah, I got the gist.

This fish is line dancing. (laughing)

Sign here. Stamp here.

Carve the ancient rune of ghostly terror here.

This Chairman thing is so annoying.

It's like a full-time job.

Yes, that is precisely what it is.

Now the next item on our list is a biggie.

The Frightmares frightened the bouncer

and caused quite the mess.

They put the "rage" in "rager."

Is this a Chairman job?

Kind of screams "underlings" to me, you know?

But you're the one who released...

Released the Frightmares from the Flow of Failed Phantoms.

I know.

PETE: Refresh. Refresh. Come on!

- Is this broken? - Dad? What's wrong?

I just can't get through to the people about this plastic bag ban in Brighton.

So I decided to drum up support on the Internet.

But my slideshow's not getting views there either.

Is that three hours long?

I added star wipes, Molly. What more do people need?

Okay, Dad, I have an idea.

Molly, what does this have to do with reducing plastic bag use?

Informational dances on ClickClock

are the way to the public's heart.

(inhales sharply)

Okay. For Brighton.

(dance music playing)

Brightonians use about one million plastic bags a year.

Plastic bags can take a thousand years to decompose.

Meanwhile, they fill our landfills and pollute our rivers.

So do the plastic bag boogie.

And post.

Whoa.

(gasps) I'm getting hearts.

I've never gotten those before.

It feels good.

It feels powerful.

PETE: Do the plastic bag boogie...

Yes, plastic bags are a menace.

(gasps) The perfect mix of goofy and sincere.

Sorry, kids, I've found a real dancer.

Sashay away.

MAYOR BRUNSON: Ooh!

According to this informational dance video,

these plastic bags are a problem.

We should ban them. All in favor?

(all cheer)

I can't believe it, my dancing really reached people.

See? You just needed to give your message a little zazz.

You're so right. But why stop here?

I like where your head's at.

We could make more videos for other important issues.

And become an unstoppable force for good.

(both cackle evilly)

(thunder crashing)

I don't know why we're evil-laughing.

- This is a good thing. - I know. It's just kind of fun.

(cackling continues)

Don't mind me, just popped in for a light snack

before I get back to work and...

- (dance music playing) - What is going on here?

By day, I'm a mere city planner.

But by later in the day, I am Dance Dad.

Text will go here later, so it won't look dumb.

Uh, it looks pretty dumb.

You don't get it, my dear Scratch.

People will do anything if you make it into a dance.

(whispers) Anything.

What?

Hmm.

Geoff, I've got a super-cool new dance to show you.

It's called, um...

It is called the...

Uh, shimmy 'n' sweep.

It's totally not related to my Chairman duties at all.

Watch out. Give me room.

? A shimmy and a sweep ?

? A shim and sweep ?

? A shimmy, a sweepy ?

? A shimmy and a sweep-a ?

Pretty cool, huh?

Hmm, that does look fun.

May I try?

You bet your buttocks you can, because it is so much fun.

? Shimmy and a sweep, shimmy and sweep ?

? Shimmy and sweep, something unique ?

? Shimmy and sweep ?

? I got something unique ?

- (laughs) - Hey.

Why are you standing around? Is this is staring contest?

Come on. Grab a broom, man.

Go have some fun.

(laughs) I can't even say...

They're doing my work for me!

(laughing)

(funky music playing)

-? Move ? - ? Move ?

-? Dance to the groove ? - ? Groove ?

-? Just do what I do ? - ? Do ?

-? Dance with me ? - ? Here we go ?

? Get low, get low ?

- ? Pick up any trash on the floor ? - ? On the floor ?

? Put it into the bin where it goes ?

? Compost heap if it'll decompose ?

? You got to work it, work it Do your part ?

? Gather scattered shopping carts ?

? Scoop the poop at the doggy park ?

? Hey, make sure you smash that heart ?

- ? Get a broom and sweep ? - ? Sweep ?

- ? Get the dust in a heap ? - ? Heap ?

- ? Gonna turn you to sheep ? - ? Sheep ?

- ? Then slip out the back and sleep ? - (snores)

? Dance is trending nationwide ?

? Growing sense of civic pride ?

? Scraping gum, wads off the slide ?

? While you do with me side by side ?

- ? Dance ? - ? Dance ?

- ? Watering the plants ? - ? Plants ?

- ? Now do the rubber stamp ? - ? Stamp ?

- ? Come dance with me ? - ? Come dance with me ?

- ? Do it with me now ? - ? Dance ?

- ? Got you in a trance ? - ? Sequined pants ?

- ? Now we're putting in a ramp ? - ? Wheelchair ramp ?

? Dance with me ?

? Hearts, hearts, hearts ?

? I can feel it in my things ?

? I'm going off the rings ?

? About to go legit insane With another costume change ?

? Dance with me, dance with me ?

? Dance with me Dance with me, dance with me ?

? Dance with me Dance with me ?

Can you make that text smaller?

It's blocking my high kick.

Smaller. Smaller. Smaller.

Smaller. A little smaller.

A little smaller. A little smaller.

Smaller...

There we go. A little smaller. Perfect.

Uh, you can't even read it.

Molly, as the influencer in this conversation,

I think I know what people want,

Dance Dad.

That's exactly right, DD.

Who are you? And who's DD?

DD is Dance Dad, and I'm JR, the new choreographer.

Keep up, um...

I do not know your name.

He's intense,

but he's really gonna take me to that next level.

JR: Less talk and more ClickClock.

And a-one, and a-two, and a-noodle arms.

Pete, that's stiff uncooked pasta.

There you go. You're doing it.

It's for the fans, Molly. I'm en-happifying them.

(upbeat music playing)

Oh! Feel it.

Living the life. Living the life.

Living the life. Work it, work it. Feel it.

Whoo! I'm glad JR taught me these moves.

Who knew my lanky limbs would pay off?

Right. But, uh, Dad, about that...

Yo, Pete, I'm feeling those Dance Dad vibes.

When are you gonna come for root beer and karaoke?

You know how it is, Rubes. Dance waits for no man.

Yeah, okay, what I was trying to say was that you've been acting...

Fawndreas! Look who I ran into.

It's Dance Dad!

(camera shutters clicking)

Thanks for the cameo, Mr. McGee.

You are hashtag "trending."

Did you hear that? I'm trending.

I really think you may have lost sight of why we started this...

Pete McGee.

Just the man I was looking for.

Patty, you don't have to ask.

- (camera shutters click) - Anything for a fan.

I didn't want a selfie.

I wanted to complain about this crack in the sidewalk!

I'm sure Dad will get to it soon.

Molly, you won't believe who just duetted me on ClickClock.

Kenny Star.

JR, we got to work on a new dance

to reply to Kenny Star.

JR: Already on it.

Lift those knees and shimmy those shoulders.

Shimmy the life off those shoulders.

How can you call that a shimmy?

Come on. This is for Kenny Star.

Pete, get back here!

- Aah! - (gasps)

Oh, my corn! Patty, are you okay?

Somebody's got to do something about this dang crack.

You're right. Somebody's got to do something.

And I know just the somebody.

It's... it's me.

Just to be clear.

I got that.

What gives? Why aren't any of you working

on your moves?

Don't you want to do the paperwork shuffle?

Ugh, that dance is deader than I am.

We crave fresh content.

Like that.

- ALL: Ooh! - Wait. How about...

(dance music playing)

Whoa!

Ah! Uh-oh.

- Oh! - Sweet jazz hands!

What is this? A surprise party?

Hold on, let's run it back.

I'll jump in, surprise, and then turn that into a jumping dance.

Okay, reset.

It's not a surprise party, Dad.

It's an intervention.

Mm, I think the fans'll like a surprise party better.

Pete, have a seat.

(clears throat)

Dad, you got on ClickClock

to en-happify Brighton... Hey!

Hmm? Sorry, didn't catch that.

Anyone ever tell you to add a little zazz to your speeches, hon?

(all sigh)

We thought this might happen.

Darryl, execute Plan B.

Ooh!

Someone duetted with me again.

We thought this might be the only way

to get your attention.

You can't let Brighton down

because of a taste of ClickClock fame, Pete.

Besides, I'm the agent of chaos in this family, not you.

I never thought I'd say this,

but maybe I should pay more attention

to your boring presentations.

I'm really bummed you've been too busy to make root beer with me.

I miss the old Pete.

Stop this silliness and fix the sidewalk already.

Psst, Molly said you were supposed to dance.

Ugh!

(grunting)

And you owe me a new walker.

Wow, this is a great medium for reaching people.

(sighs)

Molly, I think you should have my username and password.

I clearly can't be trusted with such power.

JR, it's over.

Ugh! Fine.

Patty's got moves. She's a real star.

I've forgotten about you already.

Who knew dance

could be such a powerful tool for good...

or for destruction?

The power of dance.

? Shimmy and sweep ?

? A shimmy and sweep ?

Hey, you know what? At least it's fun.

? The Ghost and Molly McGee ?

(closing theme playing)

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