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Previously on I Ship It. There's nothing going on between us. This means

nothing. I had an epiphany over the weekend while I was Facebook stalking my

crappy ex -boyfriend.

Why are you so fixated on that jerk?

Mary Alice.

I saw you two were like Facebook a fish and everything.

When am I going to get to hear the Ella Spencer music experience?

Um, yeah.

Sam, it's really, really rough.

You're right.

Don't settle for pretty good.

Always push to be great. We deserve a little bit of a victory lap here.

I lost my job for this band, and you don't seem to care.

If you keep plowing through like this, you're going to hurt yourself.

Tim, you're my best friend, but this really isn't your place.

Tim, I know those are your limited edition high -top squeaking.

I already said I was sorry for caring so much about the Battle of the Bands.

Why this? We're here to take you on a musical adventure.

A what? A magical journey through every place we've been together to remind you

why you love music and why friendship trumps all else.

That sounds awful.

That's exactly what I said. Come on, Ella.

You need this. You need sleep.

Just take a day off.

You need to replenish your artistic well.

My what? Why, I saw it on a TED Talk the other day. It's actually really cool.

No. No TED Talks. No.

Point is, not everything can be about you getting back at your shitty ex

-boyfriend. You should feel good about your art for its own sake.

But getting back at my shitty ex -boyfriend would make me feel good about

art. I told you guys we could have just bought her a gift card for some therapy.

We're going on musical strike until you agree to come with us. No magical

journey, no rehearsal. No rehearsal, no battle of the band.

And plus we hid your guitar and we're not telling you where we hid it.

Let the record state that I think this is a ridiculous waste of time.

But fine.

Let's go.

It's 4 a .m.

Unless you want to take me on a magical journey through all the gas stations and

sketchy 24 -hour donut shops.

Nothing's open.

You can sleep on the couch until a reasonable hour.

Hey, girl, you need a big spoon?

Exiled.

Okay.

This is going to be harder than we thought.

We're going on an adventure down the rabbit hole we go.

Do you remember how much fun we had working here together?

The notes we passed, the interns we hired.

Yeah, remember that time I got fired? It wasn't all that bad. No, it wasn't all

that bad. It wasn't all that bad.

Remember when we booked our first show? We didn't know if we could do it. But we

didn't. This isn't even in chronological order. You guys are getting lazy.

It's geographically closer.

Geographically closer.

Remember when we did karaoke?

They lost my reservation.

We didn't move any shots. And realized there's nothing that you think can get

through.

Wait. Is this supposed to be the part with the karaoke bar?

This isn't the karaoke bar.

Yeah, but they don't open till 6, so. Use the power of imagination, Ella.

Imagination.

Imagination.

Yeah, but the bar that we did the open mic at, it's not open yet either, so.

That's when we first became a band.

Is the moment over?

Yes, and I think it is.

I told you this was a dumb idea.

We just wanted you to remember what this is all about.

It's about doing something that you love with people you don't totally hate.

That's where the joy is. The joy in music.

You're still talking like you're in a musical, babe. Sorry, it's hard to

That's okay.

We still have one more stop.

Do we have to?

Yes.

Home? Why are we home?

This is where we began It's not much, but it's

enough With all the places we've been I'm starting

to see that it's enough

Post -its and late nights, books and bookkeepers, karaoke,

these memories won't leave us cause this is where we began.

It's not much, but it's enough.

It's not much, but it's enough.

What would Scooby do without his gang like five?

We'll be right back.

Well,

that was gross and cheesy.

Where do we go from here?

Magical transition.

We wanted to give you a chance to play here before we did it for real.

Just for fun.

What is this?

Frank Matra? No.

You should see me in a suit.

One that fits.

Okay.

I like you.

Oh, well that...

Nice. It seems like a passive -aggressive douchebag move.

Forget Chris.

He doesn't matter.

What matters is that we're a team.

And we're ready.

And we're going to crush it at the Battle of the Band.

Ready for the big finale?

Woo!