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Five letter word: sixth president of the United States.

That would work if his name was John Quincy Ugh.

Dad, I need to record now.

What is taking so long? Hannah is in the zone!

So, what time's that big shoe sale you're meeting Lilly at?

Three-thirty. And you know all the sixes go first!

No, honey, I'm proud to say I don't know that.

Now what you need to do is just relax.

Whoever's in there's just running a little late.

They'll be done any minute.

They'll be done sooner than a minute.

Hey!

Okay, who do you think you are? The--Sweet mama, it's the Jonas Brothers!

Yeah

Daddy, I told you somebody was in here.

I am so sorry guys, he gets so impatient.

Sorry, fellas, I've got a big shoe sale I need to get to.

Dudes, it's Hannah Montana!

We're such big fans! We love your music! You're pretty.

Uh, pretty good with the singing and the dancing, that you do.

Wow, you're pretty.

Nice save. I'm Kevin.

The cute, romantic one! And you're Joe,

the cute, funny one! And you're Nick, the cute, sensitive one!

And I'm her daddy, the cute, protective one.

You're Robby Ray! He writes all the songs!

I know! "Nobody's Perfect" is genius!

I like the cute, romantic one.

I love how it starts all soft, and then bam! Everybody makes mistakes

Everybody has those days

Everybody knows what, what I'm talking about Everybody gets that way

I was wrong, I like them all.

Step aside, cowboy, I saw them first.

So, is it true that you guys got discovered at a barber shop?

Yeah, yeah. Funny story. I can't believe how many hits you've written.

Yep. Robby Ray writes them and Hannah sings them.

Uh-huh.

Sure.

You're like a legend, dude. Uh, sir. Sir dude.

Yep. He's the best and he's all mine.

Yeah. Uh-huh. Well, you know what would be a great idea?

If you wrote a song for us.

Yeah. That'd be awesome.

I hate to disappoint you boys,

-but he only writes songs -I'd love to.

Song-writing daddy, say what?

Yes. Yeah!

Come on

Where is Dad? He was supposed to be home two hours ago.

Ow!

Stupid cute Jonas Brothers!

Ow! You're braiding hair not starting a chainsaw.

I'm sorry, but they're guys, and he's a guy,

and what if he figures out that he likes writing for guys

more than he likes writing for Hannah?

Well, then you'll be out of work and I'll be bald.

Lilly, this isn't funny.

You should've seen the way they glommed onto him.

"You are awesome, will you write a song for us?"

"Yee doggies, I'd love to!" He was putty in their hands.

Putty I tell you!

Relax, I'm sure your dad's just late because the Jonas Brothers are

arguing about his music or changing

his lyrics and making him miserable.

Whoo! I love the Jonas Brothers!

Wow, I was way off.

Where have you been?

You were supposed to be home two hours ago! Start talking, mister!

Oh, I'm sorry, honey, but the time just got away from us.

One minute we're spitballing song ideas,

the next thing I know we're having a spitball fight.

Then we started playing air hockey and video games.

It was a regular p-a-r-t-y, party.

You said you were working!

Well, it turns out I was. Listen to this.

Anywhere we go Anywhere we are

Everybody knows

You got to party with us

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

Well, it's a lot cooler when the Jo-Bros do it.

The Jo-Bros? He's even got a pet name for them.

Oh, come on, I'm sure he has a pet name for you too.

Yeah, Miley.

You know, I know it's not the way that I usually work,

but goofing around with those boys is pulling a great song out of me.

And look at this.

Fish on a hook.

Joe taught it to me. You're right, he is the funny one!

Yeah. Hilarious.

I got to go get on the Webcam and show Uncle Earl!

He's gonna love this. Whoo!

Okay, I don't care how cute they are.

I hate those backstabbing, daddy-nabbing Jonas Brothers.

Hey, this is funny. If you're a stupid boy.

Stretch all you want,

you're not getting any taller. Trust me, I've tried.

I may not be getting any taller,

but I'm about to be a whole lot richer.

How? You gonna open a "take your picture with an idiot" booth?

"You gonna open a take your picture with an idiot booth."

No.

Nakamora Sporting Goods is offering five thousand dollars

to anyone who breaks the world

record on the new Nakamora Extreme.

Five big ones for riding a bike?

A bike?

Please, the Nakamora Extreme is a precision instrument

that requires a special blend of endurance, skill,

and natural born talent.

Now let's do this.

In twenty hours and forty-two minutes

I'm gonna be bouncing all the way to the bank.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Helmet-cam is a go.

This is Jackson Rod Stewart, recording my hop to destiny!

Starting now.

Once again this is Jackson Rod Stewart

hopping my way to history.

I'm gonna be rich. I'm gonna be rich.

It's Friday and there's nowhere to be

We're kicking it together it's so good to be free

Oh, those boys are gonna love this.

Hey, what the...?

What are you doing?

I'm just goofing off,

getting those creative juices flowing! Try it with me, Daddy.

You know spitballing could pull a great song out of you!

Are you okay?

Never better!

Just hanging out with my old man! Come on.

Hey, Daddy, why don't we have an arm tootin' contest!

I'll go first! Beat that.

Honey, I don't have time for this. I'm trying to finish this song.

But, Dad--

Excuse me. Hello?

No, there's no one here by the name of Gunnar.

Sorry, this ain't the Tinkle residence.

Well, I don't care what you say, I'm not Gunnar Tinkle.

Gonna tinkle? Joe, is that you?

-We so own you! -Busted!That was sick!

Oh, you boys. L-O-L.

You know L-O-L?

Yeah, Nick taught it to me.

Hey, you guys want to hear the chorus of your new song?

-Yeah!Yeah! -Go for it!

Okay, hold on. It's a little rough.

Beat that!

Oh, sorry. Hold on, I'm getting another call.

Hello? What?

You're looking for who? Amanda? Amanda Hugginkiss?

A man to hug and kiss. Miley, I don't have time for this foolishness.

I'm trying to work here.

So am I! I'm inspiring you with my humor!

Dad, listen to this one. So, why was six afraid of seven?

'Cause seven ate nine! Whoo, that is hysterical!

Hang up and we could write a hit!

Sorry guys, it was just my daughter being silly.

Yeah. Well, sure, of course. I'll be right there.

Hey, darlin', I'm gonna go meet the boys and finish this song.

But, Daddy, what about we just hang out today?

Hey, here's Lilly to keep you company.

You guys have a good night now.

He looks happy.

Of course he's happy. He's hanging out with...them.

Oh my gosh, your dad's having a bro-mance.

Worse. He's having a Jo-bro-mance.

I used to be the one that he loved to write for.

Now, they're all he thinks about.

Why aren't I enough anymore? Give me one good reason!

Well, they're new, there's three of them, and they're so cute!

I said one!

Right. And to think, you gave him the best fourteen years of your life.

Years you will never get back!

Exactly. I am not about to get

thrown away like yesterday's moo-shoo pork!

You had moo-shoo pork yesterday? Is there any left?

Lilly! Focus! I am not about let Larry, Curly

and Moe-bro waltz in and steal him away!

My daddy writes for me and nobody else!

So, what are you gonna do?

I have no idea!

Pardon me. Breaking a record. Getting hungry.

Thank you.

Lilly! I figured out how to get my daddy back!

How?

Okay, the Jo-Bro's aren't gonna wanna record

Dad's song if they know he stole it from another guy band.

What guy band? Oh, no.

Oh, yeah.

I can't believe I'm gonna meet the Jonas Brothers!

Guy voice.

I can't believe I'm gonna meet the Jonas Brothers!

Yeah.

Rico, I-I got to use the bathroom.

That ought to be interesting.

Just open the door!

Sure. For half your winnings.

Dude, I am not gonna split five thousand doll--

Whoops. Look at that. Drip, drip, drip.

Okay, deal! Partner! Open the door.

Mission accomplished.

Whew.

He shoots, he scores! Nothing but bowl!

Eat marshmallow, fro-bro!

Chew on this, sucker!

Put this in your cocoa.

Hey, let's blast Robby Ray.

Great idea.

Guys, guys, but it's three against one. I like it.

Whoo-hoo! Yeah.

Yo, guys, we're working here.

Yeah, dudes. Be cool. Dudes. Yo.

Uh, sorry guys. We got a text from the guy we're working with.

He told us to be here early. Our bad.

No big. We're just working on our guy band stuff.

So, if you guys want to hang until we guys are done, that's cool.

'Cause we're all, you know, guys.

Okay, sure.

This is Joe and Kevin. And I'm Nick.

We know who you are. Your music rocks.

And you're so hot.

On the charts. Burning them up. Yeah!

Yeah, that's what I meant. Dudes. Yo.

So, who are you guys?

I'm Mi-lo. Milo.

And I'm Otis.

Right. We're Milo and...Otis.

So what are you guys working on?

New song we just wrote.

Ourselves. We wrote it. Milo and Otis. Two guys. Football!

They get it! Let's play it for them.

Coolio! Monster trucks!

Anywhere we are

Anywhere we go

Everybody knows

We got the party with us

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

Yeah

Whoo!

Oh yeah!

That's-That's our song... isn't it?

I-I can't hear you. My ears are full of melted brain.

I kind of liked it.

So, do we like rock or what?

What'd you think?

I think that's our song.

What?

Robby Ray wrote that song for us.

Oh, man!

Robby Ray,

- that lying, cheating, stinking, stealing -Easy, Otto.

Ottis--Otis!

Right.

What are you talking about?

Robby Ray didn't write that song.

He stole it from us.

He came in while we were rehearsing and said he was "just listening."

Unbelievable.

He ripped you off?

Totally.

Robby Ray hurt us. He hurt us deep.

Way deep, man. In the gut.

And then he lies to us. How bogus is that?

I feel so used.

You? I shared my nachos with that guy.

I don't even want to see this guy again. I'm out.

Sorry, guys. It's your song. Are we cool?

We cool.

No hard feelings?

Nothing a hug couldn't fix.

Otis. Otis.

That dude smells really good.

And that is what happens when you try to steal

Miley Stewart's daddy!

Funny you should mention him...

Oh, sweet niblets!

What are we going to do?

Okay. We still have a chance.

Maybe they'll be so angry; they won't even talk to him.

Right.

Okay, they're talking.

But that doesn't necessarily mean they're telling him about us.

Okay. All right.

How...much...longer?

Just a few more minutes, Champ.

You're almost there. Hop, kangaroo boy, hop!

Hop! Hop! Hop!

Ah-ah. Can't...hop. Must...stop.

No! I was hops away from history and I couldn't do it.

Oh, you hopped into history four hours ago.

What?

You broke the record four hours ago.

I just wanted to see how long you could go.

Because of you I've been bouncing for four hours

with a wedgy I'll probably need surgery to remove?

Yep. Ain't I a little stinker?

Come here.

Uh-uh.

I'm gonna get you.

Doubt it.

Rico! No!

Hey Mile,

I guess you know we're gonna have to talk about this sooner or later.

Don't worry, Daddy.

Hannah already called the Jonas Brothers

and told them that she hired

Milo and Otis and it was all a prank.

So you can run off and go play air hockey with your new best friends.

I'm sure it's a lot more fun than hanging around with boring old me.

Okay, see ya.

Daddy!

Honey, you can't seriously be jealous of me

spending time with the Jonas Brothers.

You're having so much fun writing for them.

And that song you wrote's really good.

They're just gonna keep wanting more, Dad,

and then other people will, and then...

And I won't have time for Hannah Montana?

Or Miley.

Now darlin', let me tell you something.

You know, I could write a hundred songs for those boys,

but there's one thing I can't do,

that's put my arm around them and say

they're my little girl.

Well, I could, but it'd be extremely weird.

So you're not bored with me?

Bored with you?

I love writing songs for Hannah Montana.

Almost as much as I love being Miley's daddy.

You know, it is a shame you didn't like those boys though

because I had this vision

-about getting them and Hannah together. -Hold on, Pops.

I said I didn't like them spending so much time with you.

Now, with me? That would be off the hook. Get it? Off the hook.

Ready, darlin'?

Oh yeah.

All right, Daddy, you take Joe and Kevin. Nick is all mine.

Oh when the saints

Eat this, suckers!

Whoopsies.

Wrong studio.

Our bad. Keep on marching in.

Where are they?

I don't know. They promised they were going to be here.

And we always keep our promises!

Duck and cover, Daddy! It's the return of the Jonai!