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 just might work ♪

♪ Now, we're gonna rock

and we're gonna roll ♪

♪ We are Grojband, whoa! ♪

TEN! NINE! EIGHT!

AND THAT'S JUST SOME

OF THE COUNTDOWN

YOU'LL HEAR TONIGHT,

AS WE RING IN THE

EXTRA NEW YEAR!

LAST WEEK, MAYOR MELLOW

NOTICED THE TOWN CALENDAR

HAD AN EXTRA JANUARY IN IT,

AND TOOK ACTION!

SO THE TOWN CALENDAR

IS MISPRINTED.

PEACEVILLE AIN'T GONNA

GET DOWN.

IT'S GONNA GET DOWN!

IT'S NEW YEAR'S EVE

ALL OVER AGAIN!

AND IT'S MANDATORY!

SOME SAY THE MAYOR IS FORCING

EVERYONE TO PARTY

SO THEY DON'T BLAME HIM FOR

WASTING TEN MILLION DOLLARS

ON A HUGE GOLD CALENDAR.

LANEY:

I CAN'T BELIEVE THE MAYOR'S

FORCING US

TO HAVE NEW YEAR'S EVE AGAIN.

KIN:

HE CAN FORCE IT ALL HE WANTS,

AS LONG AS HE FORCES US TO BE

THE NEW YEAR'S EVE BAND!

FOR FREE!

WITH NO NEW YEAR'S EVE LYRICS.

EASY GUY, WE'VE GOT THE REST

OF THE YEAR TO GET LYRICS!

WHAT WE REALLY NEED IS PERFECT

TIMING TO ROCK OUT

AT EXACTLY MIDNIGHT!

THEN WE'D BETTER HOPE WE DON'T

RUN INTO A METROGNOME!

(TICK-TICK)

HOW IS THIS THING A PROBLEM?

IT KEEPS TIMING FOR THE BAND.

NOT THAT ONE.

THE METROGNOME THAT STEALS

TIMING FROM A BAND.

KIN, KON:

IT'S ROCK LORE TIME!

KON:

SINCE NEW YEAR'S EVE

IN ANCIENT TIMES,

BANDS RINGING IN THE NEW

YEAR HAVE HAD A NEMESIS...

MAGIC!

(ZAPS)

(THE BAND PLAYS OUT OF SYNC)

COREY:

HUH?

(LAUGHS)

GNOMEOSOPHY!

KON:

WITH THEIR TIMING STOLEN,

BANDS CAN NEVER PLAY AGAIN.

IT'S A GOOD THING THOSE

GUYS WEREN'T REALLY US.

KIN:

ALSO A GOOD THING THAT

IT'S NOT REALLY NEW YEAR'S EVE,

AND THE METROGNOME

IS HIBERNATING.

THAT'S A RELIEF,

BECAUSE THAT MAGIC METROGNOME

COULD RUIN OUR GIG!

DID YOU JUST HEAR

THAT MINA?

SURE. I OVERHEARD

THE WHOLE FIRST SCENE.

THIS IS MY EXTRA

NEW YEAR'S EVE!

AND MY CHANCE

TO TOTALLY ERASE

THE NICK-KISSING

FAILURES OF THE PAST!

CROWD:

THREE! TWO! ONE!

HAPPY NEW YEAR! (CHEERS)

NICK IS TWO SECONDS

INTO THE NEW YEAR,

AND THINGS ARE LOOKING GOOD.

OH, NO! I'M LATE!

HAPPY NEW - WHAA!

OOF!

CROWD:

(GASPS)

SUPER-ANYWAY.

COREY'S MUSIC IS NOT GONNA

POLLUTE MY MOMENT!

LET'S FIND THAT MAGIC ELF

AND RUIN HIS GIG!

GNOME.

SINCE YOU'RE SUCH

A THOSE-THINGS SCIENTIST,

WHERE DO WE FIND ONE?

♪ Random truck transition ♪

MINA:

WHERE ARE YOUR GNOMES!?

TRINA:

UGH. WE MEAN THE MAGIC ONES.

HEY! WHAT ARE YOU-

DOING?!

I WAS HIBERNATING!

TRINA:

BOO HOO. I RUINED WITTLE

BABY'S WITTLE NAP TIME.

DOES HE NEED

HIS WITTLE BOTTLE?

WITTLE? BOTTLE?

I EAT TIMING!

AND LOTS OF IT!

HECK, I COULD EAT SO MUCH-

TRINA:

WOOOOW, SO MUCH TALKING!

JUST GO RUIN

MY BROTHER'S BAND'S

NEW YEAR'S EVE GIG

ALREADY!

METROGNOME:

IT'S NEW YEAR'S EVE ALREADY?

BUT I- OOF!

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

SOMEONE'S GONNA GET A FIST

FULL A GNOME!

I FEEL LIKE I'VE IMAGINED

YOU BEFORE.

WAIT, YOU'RE...

TINY SANTA!

LET ME GO!

YOU'RE CRUSHING ME ARMS!

OWW!

KIN:

HE'S TOO SHORT

TO BE TINY SANTA.

HE'S MORE LIKE

A HOVER-BABY.

METROGNOME:

BABY?! I'M A THOUSAND

AND A HALF!

WHY WOULD SOMEONE BRAG

ABOUT BEING SO OLD?

THAT'S IT! I'M GRUMPY!

I'M AWAKE!

AND IT'S NEW YEAR'S EVE,

SO LET'S EAT!

ARE YOU THE BAND?

WE'RE "A" BAND.

MAGIC!

(ZAPS)

(CACKLES)

DEAL WITH IT, LEGGERS!

COREY:

BEFORE I TALK ABOUT

HOW STRANGE THAT WAS,

LET ME FINISH MY ICED TEA.

KON:

HA! LOOKS LIKE THAT ICED TEA

JUST FINISHED YOU!

KIN, KON:

OOOHHHH!

KIN:

HEY! YOU WERE TOO EARLY!

LANEY:

GUYS, LET'S TALK ABOUT

HOW STRANGE THAT WAS

AFTER WE PRACTICE.

(TAPS STICKS)

(PLAYING OUT OF SYNC)

COREY:

WOAH. WHAT HAPPENED

TO OUR TIMING?

TRINA:

EPIC TRIUMPH!

I USED THAT LITTLE LEPRECHAUN

TO MESS YOU UP!

NOW YOU CAN'T RUIN

MY PERFECT

NEW YEAR'S EVE KISS

WITH NICK! HA!

KIN:

THAT HOVER BABY MUST

HAVE BEEN THE METROGNOME!

(GASP)

HE ATE OUR TIMING!

BUT WE CAN'T PLAY

WITHOUT TIMING.

WE GOTTA FIND

THAT GNOME FAST!

MAYOR MELLOW:

WHEN THIS CUBE DROPS,

IT'S TIME TO HOP!

AND IF ANYONE GIVES ME

ANY LIP

ABOUT MY HUGE GOLD CALENDAR,

YOU LOCK 'EM UP.

GOT IT?

TRINA:

THE LIGHTY-UP CUBE THINGY

SHOULD GO ON THE LEFT

TO CATCH MY GOOD SIDE!

MAYOR MELLOW:

CUBE GOES WHERE IT GOES.

TRY YOUR OTHER LEFT.

YOUR OTHER LEFT IS YOUR

BEST SIDE, TOO, TRINA!

BUT WE DID ALREADY POUR

THE GLUE TO TRAP NICK.

♪ Sticky Nick Transition ♪

(SINGING A TUNE)

♪ I'm floating in the air ♪

♪ Not wearing socks ♪

LET'S GRAB HIM.

ON THREE! ONE! TWO!

KON:

FOUR!

WHOOOA! ARE YOU TRYING

TO CATCH ME?

'CUZ YOU DON'T HAVE

THE TIMING FOR THAT!

HAHAHAHA!

I EAT TIMING,

AND IT GOES RIGHT INTO

THE OL' BEARD-A-REENO.

SO... WHAT?

WE EAT YOUR BEARD

AND WE GET OUR TIMING BACK?

NNNOOOOOOOOOOO.

OF COURSE!

HE'S TOO SMALL TO FIT IT

IN HIS WITTLE TUMMY!

GRRR!

YOU SAYIN' I CAN'T EAT?

I CAN EAT ANY TIMING!

WHERE'S THE BUFFET?

COME ON, BOY!

YOU GOTTA BE AWESOME

AND CATCH IT!

MAGIC!

(ZAPS)

(CHOMPS)

OW! NOT NOW!

YOU ARE NOT AWESOME!

(CACKLES)

MMM.

MAGIC!

(ZAPS)

(SIZZLING, SCREAMING IN PAIN)

AAAHHHHH!

THE BUN GOES FIRST!

HOW COULD I MESS THAT UP?!

OH, I SMELL THE PAIN!

(CACKLES)

MMM.

(WHISTLING)

MAGIC!

(ZAPS)

ARRR, MATEY,

COULD YE TELL ME WHAT-

TIME TO GET A WATCH!

HA!

HM. I SEEM TO HAVE LOST

MY COMEDIC TIMING!

♪ Something song transition ♪

JUST DISREGARD

THE GOLD CALENDAR,

AND HAVE A GREAT NIGHT!

OR ELSE!

NICK LOVES NEW YEAR'S EVE,

BUT WONDERS WHY THERE'S

SO MUCH GLUE.

IT'S, LIKE,

LIKE I ALWAYS SAY:

YOU JUST HAVE TO TRAP

THE MOMENT!

TRINA... I HAVE TO USE

THE WASHROOM.

STIIIIILL?

THAT WAS SO AN HOUR AGO!

(MOANING)

SOOOOO FULL.

COREY:

GOTCHA! OOF!

(BELCHES)

KIN, KON:

AAAARRRRR! OOF!

HOW DO WE CATCH HIM

WITHOUT ANY TIMING?

METROGNOME:

(MOAN) DON'T SAY TIMIN'.

ME BEARDS ABOUT EXPLODE.

(DING)

YEP.

I THINK YOU'RE RIGHT.

YOU COULDN'T HANDLE

ANY MORE TIME.

THE HECK I CAN'T!

I'M UNSTOPPABLE!

SURE YA ARE, GNOMEY.

BUT THAT BIG SHINY CUBE HAS

WAY TOO MUCH TIMING IN IT

EVEN FOR YOU.

OH YEAH?

WATCH THIS, FOOL!

HAHA! OLD GNOMEY'LL TRY TO

GOBBLE UP ALL THE TIMING

IN THE CUBE,

AND BOOM, HE'LL EXPLODE!

ASSUMING IT WORKS,

AND WE CAN EAT

HIS EXPLODED BEARD

AND GET OUR TIMING BACK,

WE'LL STILL NEED LYRICS.

AND WE'LL GET 'EM, FELLA,

ONCE TRINA'S BIG MOMENT

WITH NICK IS RUINED.

CROWD:

TEN! NINE! EIGHT!

MAGIC!

(ZAPS)

OOOOH YEAH! THIS GNOME

EATS LIKE A TROLL!

(MOANS, BEARD RUMBLES)

MY BEARD SOUNDS WEIRD!

(RUMBLES)

CROWD:

10, 4, 7, 5...

CRAZY COUNTDOWN.

I GUESS THE YEAR

COULD END AT ANY MOMENT.

ANY MOMENT?

OH NO!

I CAN'T MISS MY CHANCE

TO KISS NICK

FOR A WHOLE NOTHER YEAR!

8... 5... 2...

OOF!

AGAIN! I DID IT AGAIN!

NNNNNOOOOOOOOOO!

♪♪

(FLAMES ROAR)

(FIZZLING)

(PEN RASPS)

(HISS)

(GROANS)

(HEAVENLY CHOIR SINGS)

YESSSS!

(LOUD BELCHING)

HA!

I TOLD YOU

I WAS UNSTOPPABLE!

HAHAAAH!

(BEARD RUMBLES)

UH-OH.

(HUGE BELCH)

MMMM.

TASTES LIKE COTTON CANDY!

(SLURPS)

♪♪

WOOOOOW...

I MEAN... WHOA!

SORRY, LANEY.

NO, I WAS JUST, YEAH.

(GIGGLES)

COTTON CANDY.

CROWD:

THREE! TWO! ONE!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

♪♪

♪ Another year

has come and gone ♪

♪ And things

are still the same ♪

♪ If nothing goes

our way this year ♪

♪ We've got ourselves

to blame ♪

♪ We've got ourselves to blame,

my friends ♪

♪ If nothing goes our way ♪

♪ We've got ourselves to blame,

my friends ♪

♪ If we waste another day. ♪

♪ So let us turn

the page tonight ♪

♪ Grab life by the face

and yank! ♪

♪ Yank it real good. ♪

♪ Just plant a kiss

right on his lips ♪

♪ And we'll have ourselves

to thank. ♪

♪ We'll have ourselves to thank,

my friends ♪

♪ When something

goes our way ♪

♪ We'll have ourselves to thank,

my friends ♪

♪ When we make today

our day ♪

♪ When we make today our day! ♪

(FIREWORKS POP)

YEAH!

HAPPY NEW YEAR, COREY.

IS IT, FELLA?

CAN A YEAR BE HAPPY

IF YOU HAVEN'T LIVED IT YET?

CAN IT BE NEW IF YOU LIVE IT

THE SAME WAY?

IS IT STILL A YEAR

IF IT ONLY LASTS A FEW MONTHS?

SOOOO MANY, MANY,

MANY QUESTIONS,

LIKE THE WHISKERS OF A BEARD.

MIGHT WANNA WRITE THAT DOWN

FOR NEXT YEAR!

MAYOR MELLOW:

YOU KIDS BETTER START DANCING!

OR IT'S THE SLAMMER

FOR THE LOTTA YOU!

♪♪

THANKS FOR COMING OUT,

EVERYONE!

LANEY:

LET THE GAMES BEGIN!

MY CONTROLLER

ISN'T WORKING!

THE PIECES WON'T MOVE!

GUYS, YOU DON'T USE

CONTROLLERS.

IT'S A BOARD GAME.

CAN'T. LISTEN.

MOVING. PIECES.

COREY:

HEY GUYS!

IT'S GAME TIME!

THE SOLO SHREDDER

MOBILE ARENA

FOR VIRTUAL GUITAR BATTLE

JUST ROLLED IN

TO THE PEACEVILLE MALL!

BOTH:

WHOAAAA!

WHAT'S SOLO SHREDDER?

BOTH:

ROCK LORE TIME!

KIN:

SOLO SHREDDER IS

THE ROCKINGEST VIDEO GAME

EVER CREATED!

PLAYERS MUST MATCH THEIR

WICKED GUITAR PLAYING

TO THE GAME'S EVEN WICKEDER

GUITAR TUNES!

KON:

SAVAGE FRED IS THE

SOLO SHREDDER MASTER,

AND THE SICKEST GAMER EVER.

KIN:

HIS HIGH SCORE WAS JUDGED

BY ACTUAL SCIENTISTS

TO BE 1000% UNBEATABLE!

WELL, SCIENCE ISN'T VERY

GOOD AT MATH

BECAUSE I'M GONNA BEAT IT!

(GASPS)

WHOEVER BEATS FRED'S

HIGH SCORE

GETS THEIR OWN CHARACTER

AVATAR IN THE GAME!

WHEN SOLO SHREDDER:

"GROJBAND EDITION" COMES OUT,

WE'LL BE HUGE!

AND WE DON'T

EVEN NEED LYRICS!

IT'S A GUITAR GAME!

ALL YOU HAVE TO DO

IS SHRED!

WOW. WHAT'S TRINA GONNA DO

THIS EPISODE?

♪ I'll bet she'll do

something nice ♪

SAVAGE FRED:

WELCOME, EVERYONE,

TO THE SOLO SHREDDER

MOBILE ARENA

FOR VIRTUAL GUITAR BATTLE!

I'M SAVAGE FRED.

AND I'M COREY RIFFIN!

I CHALLENGE

YOUR HIGH SCORE!

(SIGH)

OF COURSE YOU DO.

IT WOULDN'T BE

A SOLO SHREDDER WEEKEND

WITHOUT PEOPLE FAILING

TO BEAT MY HIGH SCORE

AND LEAVING ME DOOMED

TO HOST

YET ANOTHER SOLO SHREDDER

WEEKEND.

BUT WE'RE HERE

FOR HEAD-TO-HEAD BATTLES!

SO WHO WANTS TO BATTLE

COREY RIFFIN?

TRINA:

UGH! SERIOUSLY.

BETWEEN THIS NERD

HERD WASTING OXYGEN

AND COREY IN MY FIELD OF VIEW,

MY MALLING EXPERIENCE

IS ULTRA RUINED.

HI, NICK!

NICK?!

AH, CAN YOU BELIEVE

HOW LAME THESE GAMER BOYS ARE?

NICK DIGS GAMES.

GAMER DUDES

AND GAMER GIRLS.

GAMER GIRLS?

REALLY?

COREY:

I'M KIND OF A BIG DEAL.

IT DOESN'T SURPRISE ME

THERE'S NO TAKERS.

TRINA:

I WANT TO PLAY THIS GAME

BECAUSE I'M TOTALLY

INTO GAMING.

COOL, RIGHT NICK?

POTENTIALLY, YES.

TRINA?

(COCKY LAUGH)

IF YOU'RE GONNA ROCK

AGAINST ME,

YOU'D BETTER BE

TOTALLY INTO SHAMING.

ALL:

OOOOOOOOOH!

SAVAGE FRED:

PLAYERS, CHOOSE YOUR ROCK

ICONS!

EEEE! OH, MY ICON-THINGY

LOOKS JUST LIKE YOU NICK!

NICK'S STATUS AS AN ICON

HAS BEEN TRULY CONFIRMED.

SAVAGE FRED:

CHALLENGERS, GRAB YOUR

INSTRUMENTS!

HEY, WHERE ARE THE GUITAR

STRINGS?

WHAT'S WITH THE STAR, MOON,

AND RAINBOW BUTTONS?

WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO

WITH THIS THING?

MAKE COOKIES?

SQUEAL!

SAVAGE FRED:

PLAYERS, READY...

SET... SHRED!

WAIT!

THIS IS A NEW VERSION!

(BUZZING)

I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING!

HOW DOES THIS DUMB GUITAR

EVEN WORK?

SAVAGE FRED:

OUCH! LOOKS LIKE COREY

NEEDS MORE REHEARSAL!

(LAUGHTER)

TRINA:

♪ Nick! Nicky-Nick-Nicky!

Nick-Nick! ♪

♪ Nicky-Nick! ♪

SAVAGE FRED:

TRINA RIFFIN IS OFF

TO A ROCKIN' LEAD!

WHILE COREY LEARNS

WHY WE DON'T RUN OUR MOUTHS OFF

LIKE HOTSHOTS.

♪ Nicky-Nicky-Nicky! New! ♪

COREY:

THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING?!

SAVAGE FRED:

WHOOOA! TRINA RIFFIN

IS THE WINNER!

COREY:

WHAT?! I LOST...

TO TRINA?

(CHEERING)

NOOOOOOOOOOOO!

WHEN SOMEONE FALLS TO THEIR

KNEES AND SCREAMS "NO,"

SOMETHING IS WRONG, RIGHT?

LAST TIME YOU DID THAT,

YOU JUST BURNT YOUR POPCORN.

THIS ISN'T THAT BAD,

IS IT?

NOOOOOOOOOOOO!

♪ Burnt popcorn transition ♪

(BUZZER BUZZES)

GOTTA GET GOOD.

GOTTA HAVE REMATCH.

GOTTA BEAT TRINA,

GOTTA BEAT TRINA.

LANEY:

SO, IT'S THAT BAD.

AND WHAT'S THAT STENCH?

EVENTUALLY, THE GAMER BECOMES

SO OBSESSED,

A SHIELD OF TOXIC STINK

FORMS

TO WARD OFF INTERVENTIONS.

MAN! THAT'S, LIKE, A FORCE TEN

STINK SHIELD!

GOTTA BEAT TRINA...

GOTTA BEAT TRINA...

HIS MIND IS BENT

ON BEATING TRINA.

MAYBE WE CAN BEND IT

ELSEWHERE.

GOTTA BEAT TRINA...

GOTTA BEAT TRINA...

KIN:

HEY, COREY?

LOOK OVER HERE A SEC?

GOTTA BEAT TRINA...

GOTTA BEAT TRINA...

KIN:

YOU DON'T NEED TO BEAT TRINA.

YOU DON'T LIKE THIS GAME.

YOU DON'T NEED TO BEAT TRINA!

YOU DON'T LIKE THIS GAME.

YOU DON'T NEED TO BEAT TRINA!

KON:

GOTTABEATTRINA...

HUH?

COREY, KON:

GOTTA BEAT TRINA...

KIN:

DUDE! SERIOUSLY?!

COREY:

GOTTABEATTRINA!

KIN:

NOTE THE SUBJECTS

"GAMER CLAW."

SOON, HIS HAND WILL

BE RENDERED USELESS

FOR ANYTHING

OTHER THAN SOLO SHREDDER.

OR MAYBE SCARIN' BABIES.

MAYBE IF WE PUT A REAL

GUITAR BACK IN HIS HAND,

HE'LL SNAP OUT OF HIS

OBSESSION.

OR WE TAKE HIM TO THE DAYCARE

AND WATCH THE FIREWORKS.

WE'LL GET THE AMPS.

COREY:

GOTTA BEAT TRINA...

GOTTA BEAT TRINA...

HUH? WHAT IS THIS?

IT'S WHAT YOUR OBSESSION

MADE YOU FORGET.

THE REAL GUITAR

YOU LOVE TO PLAY.

IN A REAL BAND!

WITH US!

C'MON, CORE. PLAY IT.

COME BACK TO US.

BUT WHERE ARE THE BUTTONS?

I CAN'T USE

THIS TO BEAT TRINA.

(PLAYS A RIFF)

COREY:

THERE. THAAAAT'S BETTER.

HE CAN'T PLAY THE GUITAR

ANYMORE!

WE'RE DOOMED!

ENOUGH OF THIS GAME!

ARRRRGH!!!

BUZZ NEWSWORTHY:

BUZZ NEWSWORTHY HERE.

TRINA RIFFIN HAS NOT ONLY

EMBARRASSED

HER TALENTLESS BROTHER,

BUT HER NEW SINGLE

"NICK! NICKY! NICK!"

IS THE HOTTEST THING

IN MUSIC!

I AM THE GAMER QUEEN!

SO COOL, RIGHT NICK?!

OFFICIALLY.

I'VE WAITED FOREVER

TO PLAY WITH NICK'S FACE,

AND IT WAS, LIKE,

EXTRA THE BEST!

I GUESS I'M JUST AWESOME

AT WRITING SONG WORDS

AND STUFF!

AND NOW YOU'RE GOING

TO COMPLETELY DESTROY

THIS SMALL BOY

IN YOUR NEXT BATTLE!

GOOD LUCK!

QUIT SMILING.

YOU'RE JUST A CONDUIT

FOR MY NEW HIGH SCORE!

COREY:

HER SONG?

HOTTEST THING IN MUSIC?!

GRRR!

BREATHE.

I'VE BEEN BREATHING

MY WHOLE LIFE

AND IT'S GOT ME NOTHING!

AND NOW TRINA

HAS A HIT SONG.

SHE HAS MY DREAM.

AND I CAN'T EVEN

MASTER A FAKE GUITAR!

GUYS,

I NEED SOME TIME ALONE.

LANEY:

OKAY, CORE.

(HUMMING)

♪ Nicky-Nicky-Nicky-new! ♪

COREY:

STOP SINGING THAT!

IT'S NOT EVEN A REAL SONG,

AND IT DOESN'T HAVE

ANY REAL LYRICS!

WAIT.

WAIT...

(PONDERS)

WAIT SOME MORE.

(WHISPERING)

I THINK WE BROKE COREY.

COREY:

THAT'S IT!

I DIDN'T HAVE LYRICS!

I WASN'T PERFORMING!

I WAS JUST CLICKING BUTTONS!

I'M A FRONTMAN!

AND A FRONTMAN PERFORMS!

IF I HAVE LYRICS,

I'LL OWN THAT REMATCH!

AT THE RISK OF SENDING YOU BACK

INTO AN OBSESSIVE,

REEKING, CLAW-HAND FUNK,

YOU STILL STINK AT THE GAME,

AND WE DON'T HAVE LYRICS.

COREY:

TRINA WAS GOOD

AT SOLO SHREDDER

BECAUSE SHE LIKES TOUCHING

NICK'S FACE.

BUT IF WE GET HER

TO TOUCH MY FACE,

THAT DIARY

WILL OPEN RIGHT UP.

KIN,

TAKE MY PHOTO!

TIME TO GET TRINA'S DIGITS

ALL UP ON THIS.

(CAMERAS FLASH)

♪ Nicky-Nicky-Nicky! New! ♪

♪ Nicky-Nick-Nick! ♪

♪ Nicky-Nicky-Nicky-

Nicky-Nick! ♪

SAVAGE FRED:

THE WINNER - AGAIN -

TRINA RIFFIN!

IT'S SO COOL THAT I'M THE BEST

AT THIS GAME THINGY

I JUST LEARNED EXISTED!

COREY:

STOP!

YOU'RE NOT THE BEST UNTIL

YOU BEAT THE BEST!

TWICE!

I WANT A REMATCH!

WHATEVS AND NOT LIKELY.

REMATCHES ARE UN-COOL.

RIGHT, NICK?

NICK BELIEVES REMATCHES

ARE A COOL WAY TO DETERMINE

SKILL FROM LUCK.

UGH! IT'S, LIKE,

ON AND SUCH!

SAVAGE FRED:

WILL THIS CHALLENGE DECIDE

A NEW HIGH-SCORE WINNER?

BOY, I HOPE SO!

TIME TO CHANGE THE FACE

OF MUSIC!

(FIZZLING)

IS THAT... COREY? EW!

I'M NOT TOUCHING HIS GROSS

NON-NICK FACE!

MINA:

TRINA! YOU'VE STOPPED

DOMINATING!

(BUZZER BUZZES)

NICK THINKS IT'S COOLER WHEN

GAMER GIRLS ARE GOOD AT GAMES.

LATER.

NO! NICK?!

GRRRR!

I DID THIS FOR NICK'S FACE!

AND NOW I'M LOSING

TO COREY'S FACE!

TRINA, YOU CAN'T WIN WITHOUT

A GAME CONTROLLER!

SAVAGE FRED:

LOOKS LIKE TRINA FORFEITS!

COREY IS THE WINNER!

CROWD:

(CHEERS)

(TRINA'S BREATHING GROWS

FROM PANTING TO ANGRY ROAR)

AGHHHHHH!

♪♪

(FLAMES ROAR)

(PEN RASPS)

(HISSES)

(HEAVENLY CHOIR SINGS)

♪ Sick, tricky lick

and a pick flick ♪

♪ Playing head to head

in this game ♪

♪ Once I'm done with you

you won't be the same ♪

♪ Mashing buttons is a lame,

old trick ♪

♪ Sick, tricky lick

And a pick flick ♪

♪ I got the high score ♪

♪ Cuz I'm the frontman ♪

♪ I'll jam a phat riff ♪

♪ And melt your face off ♪

♪ Immortalize me ♪

♪ I'm the frontman ♪

Grojband:

♪ He's the frontman ♪

♪ Obsessed with being

gamer number one ♪

♪ No time to sit around

and suck a thumb ♪

♪ Let's go,

let's get it on ♪

♪ What makes you tick ♪

Grojband:

♪ Sick, tricky lick

and a pick flick ♪

♪ I got the high score ♪

♪ Cuz I'm the frontman ♪

♪ I'll jam a phat riff ♪

♪ And melt your face off ♪

♪ Immortalize me ♪

♪ I'm the frontman ♪

Grojband:

♪ He's the frontman ♪

♪ Sick, tricky lick

and a pick flick ♪

♪ Sick, tricky lick

and a pick flick! ♪

(LOUD CHEERING)

THIS WAS THE SUCH A WASTE

OF GOOD MALLING TIME!

SO LONG, LAMERS.

FINALLY!

SOMEBODY BEAT MY SCORE!

I CAN QUIT THIS JOB

AND GET OUT OF

THIS HUGE SCREEN.

READY TO BE THE NEW FACE

OF SOLO SHREDDER?

NOT REALLY, FRED.

YOU SHOULDN'T JUST BE

THE FACE OF A GAME.

MUSIC IS MORE THAN THAT-

IT'S REAL.

AND WHEN YOU TREAT REAL LIFE

LIKE A GAME

A STINK-SHIELD

OF SHAME ENVELOPES YOU

AND YOU END UP FORCING

YOUR FRIENDS

TO BREATHE IN THE TOXIC

PARTICLES OF YOUR ABANDONMENT.

(EMOTIONAL MOANS)

IF YOU NEEDED LYRICS,

WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST SING THOSE

INSTEAD OF SMELLING

LIKE A TIRE FIRE.

SAVAGE FRED:

SERIOUSLY, THOUGH.

CAN SOMEBODY LET ME OUT?

I'M A GUY TRAPPED IN A BOX.

COME ON.

(LAUGHING)

THANKS FOR COMING OUT,

EVERYONE!