03x11 - Beach Boys & a Girl/X-treme Ideas

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♪ We are riders on a mission ♪

♪ Action kids in play position. ♪

♪ We are riders on a mission ♪

♪ Action kids in fun condition. ♪

♪ Prepare to count down. ♪

RAY: No, no, no, no.

Not my ' Dewey Weber!

But it's totally busted.

REGGIE: Can't you get rid

of anything, Raymundo?

TITO: Raymundo believes the old Hawaiian saying:

"Inside every rotten pineapple there may be a pearl."

Hey, what's this?

Whoa, is that you guys?

You never told us you were rock stars.

Well, we weren't exactly rock stars

but they did play us on the radio... once.

That was our single.

No way! You guys were on the radio?

Oh, them were the days, huh, brother?

[ 's surf music starts]

BOTH [ harmonizing]: ♪ Ooh... ♪

RAY: ♪ Don't tell your granny about this hootenanny... ♪

BOTH [ harmonizing]: ♪ Surf Town, it's your town. ♪

RAY: ♪ Just get up early, the water's lookin' curly... ♪

BOTH: ♪ Surf Town, it's your town. ♪

♪ ♪ ♪

♪ Surf Town, nothing can get you down ♪

♪ Surf Town, it's our town ♪

♪ Surf Town, it's the place to be... ♪

[ song ends]

Thank you! Thank you very much!

I'm Ray, and we are the X-Rays.

The fact is I am Tito, and we are the Titones.

You mean the X-Rays.

The Titones.

X-Rays! Titones!

REGGIE: So how come your band broke up?

How do you say, uh... "creative differences."

Hey, rocker Dad, show me how to play "Surf Town."

See why I don't throw everything away?

I've got an idea.

[ strums]

[ plays a line]

Cool! I always wanted to be in a band.

The expression of emotion through music

is one of humanity's fundamental traits.

What are doing, Reg?

Just tweaking the words to "Surf Town."

So, what's our band called?

We got to have a name.

[ strums]

How about the Electric Surf Orchestra?

ALL: Lame.

How about the... [ plays rimshot] McTwisters?

OTHERS: Lamer.

We'll think of a name later, no worries.

No Worries-- that's, like, the most rad name ever!

Yeah, No Worries, right.

I was thinking that all along.

Uh-huh.

Twist, give us a b*at.

One, two, three, uh...

four, five, six.

[ bangs]

REG [ sarcastically]: Oh, that was a good start.

SAM: And now, the coolest band

in Ocean Shores-- No Worries!

[ band plays modern version, off key]

REG [ off key]: ♪ When you're on my wave, just make sure you behave ♪

♪ Surf Town, it's your town ♪

♪ The action never stops, got to earn your... ♪

[ tape stops] Face it, we sound totally weak.

Speak for yourself, Reg.

Yeah, we sound weak.

Hey, maybe there's something I can do.

[ "Surf Town" recording plays backwards and forwards]

Presenting "Surf Town," the remix.

[ in tune]: ♪ When you're on my wave, just make sure you behave... ♪

Man, that is phat!

Dudes, did we do that?

I think Sammy did.

Well, technically, it's still us.

Yeah, it's us.

Of course it's us.

I know what we need now.

[ "Surf Town" playing]

♪ When you're on my wave, just make sure you behave ♪

♪ Surf Town, it's your town ♪

♪ The action never stops, gotta earn your props ♪

♪ Surf Town, it's your town ♪

♪ And whatever you'll be, make sure it ain't a shoobie ♪

♪ Ah... ♪

♪ 'Cause, baby, you're it. ♪

♪ Surf Town, nothing can get you down ♪

♪ Surf Town, it's your town ♪

♪ Surf Town, it's the place to be... ♪

[ final note resonates]

You guys are great!

Just like your old man, huh?

A couple of chunks off the old coconut, huh, brother?

MAN: Yo, dudes!

'Sup? I'm Harry.

You know, Ocean Shores Music next door.

And I gots to say

those are some fine musical stylin's.

Cool!

Hey, yo, listen up.

Ocean Shores Music is sponsoring the Beach Fest this weekend,

and I was wondering if No Worries could play "Surf Town."

Yo, we're there!

Yo, totally.

Yeah, yo, what an amazing opportunity.

Solid!

Peace out.

[ laughing]

Yeah!

Yo, dudes!

The music he heard on the video was remixed.

We won't sound the same live.

We can't even really play.

Hey, no worries, remember?

We just have to practice, that's all.

[ "Surf Town" playing]

Otto-man, I dig this song.

♪ Surf Town, yeah, man ♪

♪ Surf Town. ♪

Man, this is great!

GIRL: Are you Otto?

Your band is wicked sick.

Dude, would you sign my board?

Yeah, sure, dudes.

[ mockingly]: "No worries, remember?

We just have to practice."

There's plenty of time.

GIRL: Hey, Reggie.

GIRL : Hey, Reggie. Will you surf with us?

Yeah, come on, Reg.

Yeah, come on, Reg.

ALL THREE: Oh, please? Oh, please? Oh, please? Oh, please?

SAM: Hey, Reggie.

Ready for practice?

It's just two more days till Beach Fest.

But there's a swell.

[ "Surf Town" playing]

Look, it's the drummer!

[ drum solo on "Surf Town" plays]

[ screaming]

[ girls screaming]

[ Twister screams]

Okay, I'm ready.

In case you haven't noticed

we're still missing a couple members.

Yeah, the day before the gig!

[ screaming]

[ panting]

GIRLS:Twister!

[ screams]

[ panting]

Okay, ready for practice.

Anyone seen Sammy?

Welcome to the No Worries chat room.

I'm Sammy, the founder of the band.

[ "Surf Town" playing badly]

REG: Okay, cut!

Stop!

This isn't working.

You guys, you just don't know how to play.

Maybe if we brought up the vocals?

Nobody cares about the words.

It's all about my guitar solo.

As if!

SAM:Um...

according the survey on our Web site

our fans are responding most to the mix,

particularly my synthesizer.

Dudes, I don't want to bum you out or anything,

but isn't the show in, like, an hour?

This was so stupid!

How are we going to get out of this?

Why don't we just lip-sync?

I've got the song on CD.

You mean, like, pretend to play

like we did for the video?

Why not? Rock stars do it all the time.

I guess, if we don't have a choice.

[ accordion playing]

[ singing shrill final note]

[ mild applause]

Oh, thank you, thank you.

Oh, you're too kind. Oh, no, no, no.

Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Stimpleton.

Thanks.

HARRY: Now give it up, y'all.

No Worries is in the house!

REG: Hello, Ocean Shores!

[ intro to "Surf Town" playing]

♪ If you want to shred, there's only one place you can head ♪

♪ Surf Town, it's your town ♪

♪ When you're on my wave, just make sure you behave ♪

♪ Surf Town, it's your town ♪

♪ When the waves are curlin' ain't nobody hurlin' up ♪

♪ 'Cause, baby, you're it! ♪

[ CD skipping]: ♪ Surf Town, nothing can get you down ♪

[ skipping]: ♪ Surf Town....

[ CD goes berserk] ♪ Surf Town... ♪

[ crowd moans]

Sammy! What are you doing?

I don't know!

I can't get the song to work!

[ jeering]

Poseurs!

What are we going to do?

I told you this wouldn't work!

It's your fault, too, you know!

What kind of stunt you trying' to pull?

You guys were supposed to play live!

OTTO: We are.

I mean, we will.

Come on, Twist, count it out.

[ feebly]: One, two, three, four, five, six.

[ playing and singing off key] ♪ Surf Town, it's your town ♪

♪ The action never stops, gotta earn your props... ♪

No Worries?

You mean "No Talent"!

[ laughing]

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Time for a reunion tour.

[ crowd jeers, then music stops]

[ drumming to original version]

BOTH [ harmonizing]: ♪ Ooh... ♪

♪ Oh, whoa... ♪

♪ Party with the locals, forget all the yokels... ♪

BOTH [ harmonizing]: ♪ Surf Town, it's your town. ♪

RAY: ♪ If you're hanging ten, you'll be back again... ♪

BOTH: ♪ Surf Town, it's your town... ♪

You guys are great!

What are you called?

Thanks. We're the X-Rays.

Ha! We are the Titones.

No, the X-Rays.

Titones!

Whatever you're called, keep playing.

You guys are off the hook.

I don't think

I ever want to hear this song again.

Not if we have to play it.

No Worries is no more.

GIRLS [ screaming]: Twister!

Tell them that.

[ screaming]

[ screaming]

TWISTER: Leave me alone! Leave me alone!

GIRLS: Twister!

[ kids laughing]

[ whooping]

SAM: Whoa!

[ grunts]

Ah!

No way!

Yeah!

Yo, Rocket boy!

SAM:Whoa!

Oh! Oh! Oh!

[ crash]

[ wheel spinning]

Very impressive.

Yeah!

Whoa!

REG: That's my bro.

And if I wasn't seeing it

I wouldn't believe it.

Here you go, little cuzzes.

Man, you guys should've seen Otto

on his scooter today.

I've got it all on tape

if you want to check it, Raymundo.

You know, sometimes just hearing about it is scary enough.

Shh! You guys, our show's about to start.

TV ANNOUNCER: This week on the Extreme Sports Network

we've got extreme bungee action...

[ screams]

ANNOUNCER: Extreme frozen- waterfall skiing...

[ screams]

ANNOUNCER: And an extreme water-skiing kitty cat.

[ mews]

Extremely cute, that is.

[ yowls]

[ cat splashes]

[ kids exclaim]

TV ANNOUNCER: And heads up--

next weekend we're going to be coming to you live

from Ocean Shores, where we'll be taking over the boardwalk.

So this is a shout to all you in the area.

Send us a video of your yourself

demonstrating your own new extreme sport,

and if we pick you as the most extreme

you'll get to do a demo live on our show!

[ announcer falls, groans]

Did you guys hear that?

A contest to create our own extreme sport.

And they're going to film in Ocean Shores!

Let's get to work, you guys.

I am going to destroy this competition.

And now, extreme French fry eating.

[ eating noisily]

OTTO: Okay, g*ng, what have we got so far?

SAM: Well, as you can see, my idea's a bit complex.

But if we can pull it off,

victory will surely be ours.

All we need is a snowboard, a helicopter,

and a floating half pipe made of ice.

REGGIE: Sam...

how would we possibly do that?

I told you it's not going to be easy.

Next.

All right, guys,

get ready for... skateboard shoes.

Um, I think they already have those, Twist.

SAM: They're called roller skates.

Roller skates?

I've never heard of those.

Oh, well, I'm out of ideas.

Twist, you just worry about filming

whatever we come up with.

REGGIE: Well, then grab your camera

because my idea's ready to roll.

OTTO: All right!

TWISTER:Cool!

SAM: Let's go.

I give you the extreme shock bike.

With these super springy shocks

I should be able to achieve mass air.

Yeah, right.

Get ready to catch the beef of the century, Twist.

Whoa!

Yeah, whoo-hoo!

Good run, Reg.

All right!

I bet I can do that.

Let me give it a run.

Ready to catch some mad footage, Twist?

Ready when you are.

Whoa!

[ yelling]

Whoa!

[ grunts]

Whoa!

The brakes, Otto!

Pump the brakes!

I can't look.

[ shouts, then crash; Otto grunts]

TWISTER: Great footage, Otto!

Ooh, what happened?

Now for the winning sport-- boogie shoes!

OTTO: Catch a wave, strap on the shoes,

and carve all the way back to shore.

Make sure you catch my good side, Twist.

Ooh...

Whoa!

Watch out!

OTTO: Dude!

[ both grunt]

Rocket boy, are you okay?

Yeah.

Man, these are bogus.

Actually, with the proper weight distribution and balance...

Otto, can I give these a try?

They're all yours, Squid.

Hold on, Squid, I'll film you.

Man! Strike two.

I've got to come up with something rideable.

I hate to say it, Otto, but I think you did.

Yeah, look at me!

All right, look at the Squid go!

Yes! Whoa!

Great.

TWISTER: That footage of the Squid

is good enough to enter.

Man, Reggie's got an entry.

Sam's got an entry.

Dude, I've got to get in the game!

Well, you could have

the other idea I was toying with.

I call it "aggressive street walking."

[ grunting]

Whoa!

Yeah!

Yeah, the double toe grip.

I've never landed that before.

Man, that's lame.

I'm done for.

[ plop]

[ whirring]

Hey, little poi boy, why the sour pineapple puss?

We've been filming all day for the extreme sports contest,

but everything I try just ends up in a pile of ground beef.

TITO: Just remember what the ancient Hawaiians say:

"Sometimes the tastiest coconut is found

on the shortest tree."

What does that mean?

It means maybe you're trying too hard, little cuz.

Trying too hard?

Man, I'm not trying hard enough!

OTTO: So after I catch a sweet wave on my surf platform

I hop on my skateboard

and bust a few fat street moves

as I glide shoreward.

It's guaranteed to be awesome.

Okay, Twist, get ready.

Whoa!

Whoa!

[ shrieks]

Aah!

Stop filming.

You guys ready for some extreme butt gliding?

I understand the concept, Otto

but with no feet to slow you down

how are you going to stop?

Uh, well, I guess I...

Whoa!

[ screaming]

Whoa!

[ crash; Otto grunts]

[ muttering]

Stupid butt gliding!

[ groans]

Extreme boardwalk body sailing!

Are you sure about this one, Otto?

Reg, what could possibly go wrong?

[ grunting and groaning]

Hey, watch out!

[ shouts]

[ grunts]

[ screams]

[ crash]

[ grunts]

OTTO: Ew!

Would you turn that thing off!

Aah!

TWISTER: Well, that's it.

I sent the tape in.

I can't believe I didn't come up with anything.

So lame.

Wow, he's really bummed.

TWISTER: I've never seen him so down before.

SAM: If only he could have mastered

aggressive street walking.

[ grunting]

OTTO: Well, they're about to announce the winners.

Good luck, you guys.

Thanks, Otto.

I hope one of us wins.

Yeah, first place gets to demonstrate, right?

For this... whole crowd.

Oh, please, don't let me win!

Oh, please, don't let me win!

Oh, please, don't let me win!

[ crowd cheers]

All right, Ocean Shores!

Are you ready for the winners of the big contest?

[ cheering]

Okay, third place goes to...

Sam Dullard for his boogie shoes.

Huh?

[ mild cheering and applause]

Third place!

I don't have to do a live demo?

Oh, I mean... What?!

Only third place!

Second place goes to-- yeah!-- Reggie Rocket

for her shock bike!

[ crowd whooping]

And first place goes to...

Otto Rocket and his scooter!

ALL: Otto?

I won?

Oh, man!

I forgot that was on the tape.

Oh, yeah!

Congrats, dude.

You ready to bust a prime demo?

Bro, I'm ready to rock that pipe to shreds.

[ whoops]

Whoa!

[ whooping]

Only Otto could win a contest without even being entered.

Yep.

We never had a chance.

Thank heavens.

But I still think

aggressive street walking has merit.

What? What?

Squid! Squid!

[ both laugh]

TITO: The Titones!

RAY: X-Rays! Titones!