02x07 - Cupid Shuffle

[bunniefuu]

Okay, except how are the ticket sales that low?

I have no idea, but that's what the numbers say.

I do trust numbers.

I've been on the spring dance planning committee

for the last three years

and I've never seen anything like this.

Whew!

Not to panic anyone but we have to find a way

to boost sales immediately.

I'm sure I don't have to remind you all

that the dance is this weekend.

Paul, we'll figure this out.

Thanks, Emma.

It's just, the dance has to be perfect because...

Because I assured Dean Morrison it would be.

Oh.

After all, it is the drama club's

biggest fundraiser of the year.

Don't worry. This isn't all on you.

Right, we're a team.

We'll find a way to boost sales

and get students to come to the dance together.

Hey, think the Dean would cancel finals

for anyone who buys a ticket?

Or, get a super cool, famous band to play for a good cause?

Or, let us use our own money to buy all the tickets

and hand them out for free?

I'm going to assume those horrible ideas

are due to the fact that we're all tired.

So, why don't we call it a day?

Reconvene tomorrow?

-Yeah, that works. -Great idea.

You're not going to Golden Beach High's spring dance?

Nope. Full on boycotting.

Woah.

But we've always loved going to the spring dance together.

Group of friends, dancing the night away.

It was the best.

"Was" being the key word.

All the fun went right out the window

when everyone else decided to couple up this year.

If we go, we'll be the only ones there without dates.

And that's a big no, not happening.

It would be so embarrassing.

Ugh. I'm embarrassed

just thinking about the embarrassment.

So, we'd rather skip.

Besides, all this "love is in the air" stuff

is overrated anyway.

I guess.

Oh, we better run.

-Bye! -See ya!

I miss them.

They're definitely missable.

Woah!

Ah! Why is that shocking every time?

"Girls, clean this table before you do anything else tonight.

"It's a home, not a dorm. Love you."

My mom's ability to balance love and authority is astounding.

Hm, that's weird.

Someone sent me an actual letter.

It's from Ken. It's just an update.

Just an update?

Handwritten and mailed all the way across the country?

Regular updates are texts or video calls.

They're off the cuff without any planning.

There's nothing "just" about that letter.

Can I read it?

Of course, because it's just an update.

I drove home past that ice cream shop

we always used to go to.

Reminded me of you.

What? We like ice cream.

Clearly he's saying he can't stop thinking about you.

I'm upgrading this letter to a love letter.

Do I even need to translate what he means when he says

"a school bus made him think

of a certain someone's hair color?"

I... Fine. Maybe, Ken has feelings for me

that go a little beyond friendship.

But, what's more important right now

is that I'm seeing a whole new side of you.

I had no idea you were such a romantic.

Maybe.

Okay, totally. I love love.

Obviously.

Now that I've witnessed your talent for translated

a so-called love letter.

Ha! Guess I just appreciate love letters

because they let you express yourself through writing.

It's not easy telling someone how you feel to their face.

It's kind of like with our song lyrics.

Sometimes it's easier to get my feelings out

if I write them down.

Hey! Maybe that's how we help with ticket sales.

Kids at school might be having a hard time

inviting each other to the dance

because they don't know how to express themselves.

What if we write love letters for them?

It could be to their crushes, their friends.

Anyone they want to celebrate their love with at the dance.

I love it.

Tickets will sell out in no time!

Dean Morrison will be thrilled,

the drama club will hit their fundraising goal.

And Paul will stop looking like he's going to implode.

Exactly.

Alright, let's get the love letter word out.

I'll post it on the Handler message board.

And I'm texting the whole dance class.

Telling them to pass it along.

- -Oh!

Already got a reply.

We need supplies.

That'll do.

Safe to assume you already have a system for the orders.

I love how well you know me.

Names in the blue column are who the letters are from.

In the red column are who the letters are to

and any details they want us to include

are in the purple column.

Hmm-hmm. Hmm-hmm.

And which column should I put my praise for your genius in?

Oh, we'll make a separate spreadsheet for that.

Hmm.

Hey, what's up?

I need some advice.

Since you four know me and Ken better than pretty much anyone,

um, he wrote this letter.

-What does it say? -Where is it?

Well, Brooklyn's convinced it's a love letter

but I'm not so sure,

and I have no idea how to respond,

or if I even should.

-Finally! -This is so exciting!

Oh, you definitely have to respond.

Uh, what happened to all that

"love is in the air" stuff being overrated?

This is different.

So different. Like way different.

You and Ken have been friends for a long time

and you've always been honest with each other,

so just talk to him.

I know, you're right.

I need to figure some stuff out first, but I will.

Soon.

Thanks, guys.

You're totally welcome.

Just please don't take too long

because we've all been waiting for this for like forever and...

Bye! Talk to you soon.

Bye.

Whoops!

Sorry, but now that you're up, time to label the envelopes.

Wow, this might really work.

Paul's gonna be so relieved.

Hey, we saw your post last night.

Love letters? Amazing idea.

Yeah, it's great.

If it works.

Appreciate the confidence, Paul.

We actually got a ton of requests.

Had to stay up all night writing.

Major cramps but totally worth it.

Hope so.

Paul, come on. Have a little faith?

It might be, you know, a fun new experience for you.

I've never been that good at new or fun, technically.

Sorry, Emma.

You're right, I just really want the dance to be perfect.

Well, then we should probably start delivering these.

Mission Cupid is a go.

-Have fun! -Good luck!

-Yes! -Yay!

-Boom! -Done.

-Hey! -Hey, girl.

Oh, did you talk to Ken?

Any updates?

Oh, what did he say?

Guys, it's only been a day.

I need to do this on my own time.

Ah, fine.

What about you?

Any chance you've changed your mind about going to the dance?

Eh, we still feel the same way.

The romantic scene's not for us.

Except when it comes to you and Ken, obviously.

Right, obviously. Well, I love you, guys.

And I really miss you.

We love you.

And miss you.

So much.

All true, but we better get to class,

though we will be checking in on the Ken situation later.

I expect nothing less. Bye!

You know, what Barbie said got me thinking about something.

That we should talk to Ken for her?

No!

What I meant was, she loves us and we love her.

And each other.

Totally.

So, why isn't the way friends love each other

just as important to celebrate as the romantic kind?

It's more important if you ask me.

Yeah!

And it's definitely important enough to dance about.

-A thousand percent! -Absolutely.

Mm, maybe it's time to rethink our boycott of the spring dance?

Look! Is that Ken?

Are you sure we shouldn't talk to him about Barbie?

I mean, she probably wouldn't mind.

-Stop! -Wait!

No!

So, lay it on us. How'd the deliveries go?

Did you hand them all out? Did people open them?

Were they happy, sad, are they going to buy tickets?

Is the dance going to be a huge success?

Paul, relax.

All the letters were successfully delivered.

And ticket sales are gonna heat up in no time.

Okay, good, good. good, good.

That's good.

I, uh, we have a lot riding on this.

How many did you end up writing?

Let's see, huh?

The names on the spreadsheet look off.

Off? Off how?

Off. Not matching what I remember

from when the orders came in.

Let me just double-check the spreadsheet.

The names in the two columns are all mixed up.

I have no idea how that could have happened.

I mean, we were really tired but I didn't notice it

when we labeled the envelops last night.

So, all the letters were delivered to the wrong students?

And, if they open them,

they'll think they've been invited to the dance

by the wrong person.

But they won't know it's the wrong person,

which could cause some seriously confusing chaos.

Or worse.

Like serious heartbreak if they read the letter

but then find out it wasn't actually meant for them.

Why?

She said... oh!

We have to get them back before anyone opens them.

You better get started, that was a lot of letters.

This is a disaster!

We can't have a dance where everyone's crying.

The floor will get slippery.

Woah, woah, woah. The floor will be fine.

People wouldn't come to the dance and cry.

They just wouldn't come at all.

I mean, don't worry.

We're gonna fix this.

We're gonna fix this?

-We're gonna fix this! -We're gonna fix this!

-Have fun? -Good luck.

We've gotta make the swaps without being spotted.

As soon as someone sees one of those letters...

They'll be sure to open it.

Look!

But we can't just walk up to the locker.

Slowly...

Okay, I think I can reach it.

Careful. Careful.

That wasn't so bad.

Yeah, right. And only a few dozen more to go.

Here.

Have you heard the latest about auditions?

Because I heard they might get pushed.

What? I haven't heard that.

I know, right? I hate when this happens.

But I'm sure it'll be fine. Gotta go, bye.

Whoa! Ugh!

I am so, so sorry.

I didn't even see you there.

Are you okay? Let me help.

One more swap.

Our last letter's in the backpack.

-No! -No!

We have to swap that letter for this one before she reads it.

There's no way we'll get down there fast enough.

Not with that attitude.

Aha!

Now we're talking. Except, safety first.

Woah!

Woah!

-Woah! -Woah!

That's my letter!

Yes!

Now to get this one to its rightful recipient.

Yes!

-There you are. -Yay!

I can't believe it.

We really did it.

And, hey, I think we solved your subway balancing problem too.

Just have to pretend your lunch tray surfing.

And bring my own helmet.

Uh, that was incredible.

You saw that?

The whole thing. Very impressive.

Thanks for, uh, saving the dance.

-No problem, Paul. -Happy to help!

I've got to say, you've set a really high bar

for all future members of the spring dance planning committee.

I've been thinking about what you said.

That there should be a cart selling both waffle fries

and bagels because sometimes a girl can't decide?

Yes. Exactly.

Can't stop thinking about that.

But also, what you said about expressing yourself

through a letter being a lot like writing a song.

You can sing things

that would be too hard to actually say to someone.

I can see how that was equally memorable.

So, maybe that's what our next song should be about.

The importance of sharing your honest feelings with people.

That sounds perfect.

Guess what? Wait, no, don't.

I'll tell you. We're totally sold out!

Your letters really did the trick.

-Amazing! -That's incredible.

-Hey. -Hey, Barbie, we just...

We wanted to thank you.

You reminded us that love comes in all different forms.

So...

We've decided to celebrate our love and friendship

by going to the spring dance together.

Who cares if we don't have dates?

We have each other.

I am so happy to hear that.

Please dedicate at least one dance to me.

-You know it! -Obviously.

Of course!

I actually have to run.

Our dance is starting right now and...

Okay, but promise you'll update us on the Ken of it all?

Because these three stopped me from talking to him once,

but I can't promise they'll be successful next--

Bye! But do update us asap!

I will. Bye.

Time to go in?

Yes. And Rafa should be around here somewhere.

He said he'd meet us out front.

Wow, I can't believe I...

I just realized that I was so focused on selling tickets

that I forgot to buy myself one before we sold out.

I, uh, well... I kind of got you one.

Not that you have to take it if you don't want to,

because I'd totally understand if you didn't,

I mean, why would you, but, that was the real reason

I was worried about the dance being a success

because, I was hoping you'd go with me.

I thought you'd never ask.

Seriously, what took you so long?

Aw! So, that explains Nervous Paul.

Did not see that coming, but now that it's happened,

I can't imagine tonight going any other way.

And speaking of inevitable,

have you decided what you're gonna say to Ken?

I don't know what exactly, but I've decided how.

After the dance, I have a letter of my own to write.

Atta girl.

And I'm here if, you know, you need a ghost writer.

I think I've got this one, but thanks.

Oh, there's Rafa!

Let's go celebrate our love and friendship.

By dancing all night.