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Faster! Faster!

Barb, it's like you predicted.

Nora's gone mad with power.

No, no, no. She's helping us stay focused.

Ow!

Thank you.

We're trying to get Cheyenne to come to our high school.

Oh, yeah, Cheyenne.

The really famous person that kids love because she is a famous singer.

Cheyenne's holding a contest.

She'll do a live performance on Chirper at whichever school sends her the most

chirps. Yeah, we gave Billy a bunch of raspberries to get him to chirp faster,

but it didn't go so well.

Hi, Billy. Hi, Billy.

Time's up. They're tallying up the chirps.

Well, I hope you win.

Yeah, and so do two young girls who not long ago came up with a list of dream

selfies. And those girls were us.

Also, those girls and those girls, they're all us.

We've gotten almost every selfie on the list. Duck face with a duck, fish face

with a fish.

Selfie at Selfie Mountain.

She means Mount Rushmore.

But there's only one selfie missing, the celebrity selfie. That's why we're

trying to get Cheyenne here. Let's see if we won.

What?

My chirps didn't go through.

Mine neither.

Sorry, sometimes my lasers mess with cell phones.

Well, this has been fun. Bye.

Sorry you lost your content, but I do know two celebrities who would be more

than happy to put on their duck faces for your final selfie.

How do I put this? No.

So who did win?

It says Hiddenville High.

I wish we went to that school.

Cherry, we do.

Four million cherubs. How did we get that many?

Because of Cheyenne's future boyfriend.

Harry Styles?

No, me.

I hacked Chirper and got us all the votes. I also hacked the thunder

Alert, alert.

Max is my master now.

Once Cheyenne sees me, she'll fall so hard that she'll break a tooth.

And then I'll keep dating her even though she has a weird tooth.

We're going to have an amazing life together.

Thanks for loving me, my weird tooth, Max.

Anything for you, pop star wife Cheyenne.

Welcome home.

So your dream is to marry your celebrity crush and live in your parents'

basement?

No.

We'll spend our summers in the garage.

I probably should be telling you not to play with your food.

I kind of want to see if the Friday night saves the pickle princess.

Oh, my gosh.

The hair wear pop -up is coming to Finnville.

The hair what now?

It's like a temporary store that sells hats, headbands, and bows.

Lots and lots of bows.

Oh, well, I have been in the market for a new sun visor. Block the sun from a

face and leaves my head free to breathe.

went mysteriously missing.

It's lawless. And so is her bow game.

Yes!

I don't know if you know I can hear you, but I can.

She's throwing shade.

I love her.

I'm Stacey. This is Heather. I'm Nora. And I know who you are. You're the girls

who made Abandoned Fedora's cool again.

Big fan.

Wait. Lightbulb. Brilliant.

We should all go to the hairwear pop -up tomorrow.

You guys want to hang out with me?

Oh, my gosh. Are we becoming a squad?

Yes!

Oh, wait. I just remembered. I promised I'd go to that pop -up with my sister.

But maybe I can bring her along. Hold on. Pause. Full stop.

You want to hang out with your little sister?

Yeah.

Dislike.

Nora, hanging with us is hanging with friends.

Hanging with your little sister is just babysitting for free.

It's okay.

Maybe she doesn't want to be... become part of a fashion for a trio. No, I do.

I can babysit my sister whenever.

For money, obvi.

So is that a yes?

No.

It's a yes!

Yes!

Oh.

Sweet. You finally wrote a theme song to play every time I enter a room.

It's not for you. It's for me.

Now that you're good, I'm Russ. to be an evil. So I'm following my other

passion. I thought you gave up on space travel because the suit made you look

fat. No.

Music. I'm going to be a world famous DJ.

You can't be a DJ.

You have no thumb.

You think I need thumbs to do this?

Not bad.

Need thumbs.

Why can't you support me?

Because I have bigger things going on.

That reminds me, it is time.

Is that your celebrity crush body spray kit?

Yep.

Cheyenne's going to be performing at my school tomorrow, and she won't be able

to resist me while I'm wearing Beast Mask.

Cheyenne, I can make a special remix of her latest hit. You could give it to her

in person. This is my dream.

But if she listens to it and doesn't like it, it could ruin my dream of

her on a party submarine.

Please, Max.

I'm begging you. At least make it your ringtone.

Maybe she'll hear it.

Fine. Woo -hoo!

Whoops.

Now this place is going to be lousy with ladybees.

Cheyenne is up there getting ready for her performance tonight. We get up

we get our selfie. And I get my steps in.

Currently at, uh, three.

Hi. We were hoping to meet Cheyenne. No.

Phoebe, allow me. I speak fluent bodyguard.

Hey, pepper spray! No!

Hey, why are you letting them in? Because they're Cheyenne's dancers. And

two are giving off a strong weirdo vibe.

Now what?

I don't know.

Trick the security guard into thinking that we're Cheyenne's background dancers

so she lets us in? That would be wrong.

But it would also probably work, so let's do it. Yay!

Come on, let's practice our move.

Oh, let me guess. You two got rejected for meeting Cheyenne. For your

information, that is not what happened. Yeah, it is. I made my move.

Hey, I'm so sorry about them.

Anyway, I'm here to see Cheyenne.

Yeah, I'm the whole reason the school won the tripper contest.

Oh, you're the reason?

No!

Okay, fine.

I understand.

Nothing can keep me from my pain!

Cheyenne and I will not be inviting you to our submarine wedding.

and change my ringtone. This remix is the worst thing ever. That remix is the

best thing ever.

It's Cheyenne. Be cool, Max. Work the Beast Musk.

Whoever DJ Colosso is, I need to meet him like yesterday.

Well, you're in luck because I know DJ Colosso.

Let's get to the hair wear pop -up before all the cool sun visors are gone.

Girls, come on. Your father wants to pay full price for half a hat.

Oh, someone looks like she's ready for her first bow.

And maybe ready for her first visor, huh?

can't go to the pop -up. I have scalp mites.

Scalp mites? Ew!

I mean, how are you feeling?

Mostly worried that they are going to be at the pop -up, which is why you guys

should get out of here and do something else with the rest of your day. But what

about our bows?

We can get bows another time. I'm sure another pop -up will pop up. That's why

they're called pop -ups.

Well, I'll see you guys in four to six hours. hours after whatever non -pop -up

activity you choose.

Bye, Noah.

Ah, she knows we love her. Let's just go.

Feel better.

I do now.

Hey, Colato.

Hey, Billy.

Max, I called you six times.

Any chance Cheyenne heard my ringtone? She sure did.

And? She hated it.

Great. Music's the only thing I love as much as being evil, and I can't even do

that right.

Oh, come on, buddy. It's not true.

You take bad news really well.

No, I don't!

No!

Zach, you're super judgy.

We're trying to be Cheyenne's backup dancers. Tell us what you think.

Face it, you're never going to meet Cheyenne.

I, on the other hand, totally hit it off with her.

Really? You met Cheyenne?

Uh -huh. She even took my digits.

It's her. She's calling quiet and being cool.

Hey, Cheyenne.

What's up?

Hey.

Keep talking to Cheyenne.

I have got pop star problems. My DJ accidentally glued his hands together.

What?

That's so crazy.

That means you need a new DJ.

Exactly. You already mixed my song, so we can just do that version.

No problem.

It's so weird. It's like the universe wants us to be together.

I'm the universe.

Thank you so much. You're really saving me. Smooches.

Smooches. Oh, she hung up, but you heard her. We're smooching.

Max, this is perfect. Now that you're Cheyenne's DJ, you can help us get a

selfie with her.

Yeah, I could do that.

Or I could do this.

Cheyenne and Max, that's no chin. Cheyenne and Max, that's no chin.

Phoebe, this is awful.

We're never going to learn Cheyenne's moves in time to pass as her dancer.

Cherry, these two girls started off with a cell phone and a dream.

You can't let them down.

Well, we're about to, unless you've got some magic shoes that can help us dance.

Actually, do you? Because that could really help us.

No, Cherry, I don't have any magic dancing shoes.

But I do know an evil master of fashion who might.

I could. I could build you magic dancing shoes, but I won't.

Yeah, we thought you might say that, which is why we brought you tiny formal

wear. Ooh, ah.

Where's the white gloves?

Where's the cummerbund? You brought me nothing.

Wow, Max really cares about DJing nowadays, huh?

Correction, I'm the DJ of this lair.

At least I was until my dreams got crushed.

Well, Max would think he's the DJ.

He just talked to Cheyenne about playing his remix for her performance.

He took credit for my remix?

That liar!

I'm so mad I'm gonna destroy this room!

Imagine things are more torn apart.

Hey, uh, Colosso, why don't Cherry and I trash this room in exchange for you

building us some dance shoes?

Deal.

You moron, that was my shelf!

Or orange fedora. Both.

Yes!

OMG, Nora, we haven't had this much fun with someone who isn't us in forever.

Aren't you glad you didn't bring your baby sister?

Uh -oh.

Look, Mommy, there's both over there.

Nora, is this adorable or fed ugly?

Hey, where'd she go?

I don't know, but I think that hat's from last season.

Chloe, it is so sweet of you to risk getting scout mites so you can buy a bow

for you and Nora.

If I see one person scratch, we are out of here.

Actually, Barb, the place looks clear, which means it's visor time!

I'm going to go find a supervisor to help me find a super... visor.

Oh, I hate his hats, but I love his jokes.

I wanted to make sure the turntables and mixers are up to your standards.

Totally turny and mixy. That's great. Well, I've got to get ready. Big show

tonight.

You want to live in a basement?

I mean, hang out later.

Cool, it's a date.

It is?

As long as you don't mess up my performance.

For real, though, millions of people will be watching.

Don't blow it.

I have to figure out how to fake DJ.

Not like that.

Okay. You'll probably never see our old clothes again, but it's okay.

Tell me about these fancy colosso shoes again. Okay, he built them to have beat

-absorbing technology so we can follow any choreography in any song.

Let's do it.

Excuse us. Background dancers coming through. Stop!

You don't belong up there.

to our dance moon.

You've got five seconds to get up there and share your gifts.

Sorry, girls, but the only selfie you'll get today is of me using those shoes to

get revenge on Max.

Oh, yes, I'd like to make a reservation tonight for me and my girlfriend.

Oh, also, do you know how to make that winky -winky -winky sound on the

turntable?

Hello?

All righty. Time to test out these shoes with a little bunny hop.

match, my crossfade, or other DJ words.

Sorry. I don't know why you kicked Max, but nice job.

All right, stay focused.

The Cheyenne.

Oh, she's so Cheyenne -y.

Dancers, bring it in for the spirit circle.

You know, my spirit is asking for a selfie.

So is my spirit. Boo, I need a selfie.

Hey, Cheyenne, why don't you, like, take a selfie with us? Sure, give me your

phone. It's happening!

So I can turn it off.

It's not happening.

This performance isn't about selfies.

It's about the millions of fans who'll be watching us.

Could it be about selfies afterward?

Totally.

He's not special enough for Nora.

What do you mean, Chloe?

looking until we find the perfect bow for Nora.

There you are. We found you a bow. It brings out our eyes so when we stand

to you, we totally pop.

Love it. Grateful. New plan.

Let's go to the mall and buy hair stuff there.

Is this the gift of your family?

Don't worry, they're clueless.

What do you mean clueless? It means we saw your family and your little sister

was all like, I love my big sister. She's the best, baby.

It doesn't sound like that.

Actually, that was pretty good.

But she could be anywhere having fun, and she chose to come here for me.

Well, do you want to hang out with us or your baby sister?

You guys... Yes!

...are awful.

And that yes thing you're doing is weird.

It's yes with an E.

What's going on here?

Hold on.

Are your salt mites gone?

Yeah. I got rid of them to hang out with my little sister. Aw.

It's bo -mix -a -time!

Hey, guys, I found a visor!

Where is she?

Keep your mics on!

Time for Operation Pop, Lock, and Flop.

on a live video, but we have this selfie bucket list. Get out of here!

Colosso, did you have to make a cabbage patch through that cabbage patch?

Nice touch, bro.

Oh, so we're bros again, huh?

Look, I'm sorry for stealing your beats.

The good news is you don't need a DJ career because you're still an amazing

mastermind. Oh, thanks, Max.

So you're not mad at me for ruining your shot with Cheyenne?

Of course, Cheyenne, you're the worst.

But I should actually thank you, because now millions of people are enjoying

this video of Phoebe and Cherry totally humiliating themselves.

Wait.

Cherry, remember when we were dancing uncontrollably, we bumped into the

No, but that's probably because I hit my head pretty hard.

Look at that.

My chin, your forehead, and way in the back, a super angry Cheyenne. What does

that look like to you?