02x11 - Sleepwalk This Way

[bunniefuu]

♪ Cookin' up some eggs ♪

♪ fry 'em up in a pan ♪

♪ gonna add a little ♪

♪ cheddar 'cause I'm
a cheesy omelet man ♪

Good morning, cheesy omelet man.

Good morning, my
loving, beautiful family.

Eggs, bacon...

Either there was a Dukes of
Hazzard marathon on last night,

or you just wrote a
new Hannah song.

Oh, honey, you know
me better than that.

If I'd wrote a new song,
there'd be cinnamon toast.

New song!

Cinnamon toast!

There's nothing like
finally cracking a new song,

and this one was a bear.

I can't wait to hear it.

Let me go get lucky Lulu.

Where's lucky Lulu?

Lulu's like a lot of
older California women.

She's having some
work done on her neck.

That's ok.

We can just use, uh,

wham-a-bog Wally. He's wonesome.

Now, honey, you know

I never play you a
new song without Lulu,

especially one that could
be your biggest hit ever.

Biggest hit ever?

Ok, you at least gotta
tell me what it's about.

Breaking up? Making up?

Please don't let it be another
song about my double life.

I mean, you might
as well tattoo,

"I'm really Miley
Stewart" on my forehead.

Sorry, honey. You'll
just have to wait.

Lulu won't be back until Monday,

and I won't be back until
after I've jogged 5 miles.

Matter of fact, make that 5 1/2.

All right, daddy.
Whatever you say.

I'll wait because you
want me to. I love you!

All right, where'd that
bacon-eatin' hillbilly hide my song?

Did you see how happy
he was? This is great!

Now he'll finally let me have
another party at the house.

Are you joking?

Remember the last
time you had a party?

Hey! It was one
itty-bitty little...

City-wide power outage.

They had to land a
jumbo jet on the freeway.

And now those passengers
have a great story to tell.

Gotcha!

Look, I have been
begging for months,

and all I heard was, "can't
talk, gotta finish the song.

Can't talk. Gotta finish the
song. Ooh! Fudgy buddy!"

Well, he's finished the song,

he's in a great
mood, which means...

Max! The party animal is back!
Saturday night at my house.

This is awful.

So... are we smelling a hit?

I'm smelling something, but, uh,

I ain't sure it's a hit.

This song stinks!

Oh, no!

Oh, yes.

Take a whiff.

Come on.

♪ You get the limo out front ♪

♪ ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ hot styles, every
shoe, every color ♪

♪ yeah, when you're famous ♪

♪ it can be kind of fun ♪

♪ it's really you ♪

♪ but no one ever discovers ♪

♪ who would have
thought that a girl like me ♪

♪ would double as a superstar? ♪

♪ You get the best
of both worlds ♪

♪ chill it out, take it slow ♪

♪ then you rock out the show ♪

♪ you get the best
of both worlds ♪

♪ mix it all together ♪

♪ and you know that it's
the best of both worlds ♪

"dang-flabbit,

"where's that rabbit?

"He's got a habit

"of runnin' away.

"Hey, honey, where's that bunny?

"He took my
money, that ain't ok.

Hey, hey, hey. Bunn-ay."

Well, it certainly...

rhymes.

With a good band... Good band.

And some backup
vocals... Backup vocals.

It'll still be a song
about bunnies.

Which could become
an easter classic.

Classic.

This is horrible.

I've never hated one
of his songs before.

How am I gonna tell him?

Maybe you won't have to.

I mean, maybe
he'll think about it,

realize that it's horrible,

and then fix it before
he shows it to you.

Hey, everybody.

Hey, dad! Hey there! Hi!

What up? Those abs!

So, daddy. How was your jog?

It was great, but I keep
thinking about that new song.

Really?

What song? You wrote a song?

Who knew? Interesting. Easter.

Uh, island. Easter island.

Uh, we're studying it at school.

Big statues. Nobody
knows how they got there.

Weird.

Yeah, really weird.
So, so strange.

Ooh, strange.

I would ask what's going
on, but then you'd tell me,

and why would I want that?

So, daddy, you were
thinkin' about the song.

Nothin' wrong with that.
Just, uh, keep on thinkin'.

Please.

Yeah, well you know how
sometimes you write something,

and then you take
another look at it later

and it's not as good
as you thought?

Yeah?

Well, this ain't
one of those times.

It isn't?

Are you sure?

Oh, I'm real sure.

This song is great,
and I can't wait

to see the look on your face

when I play it for
you on Monday!

What are you gonna do?

Stick my head in the freezer.

Please defrost me when
you find a cure for this song.

I will tell you what
she's gonna do, all right?

She's gonna tell him
that she loves it. Why?

Because she's a
wonderful daughter

who doesn't want to
break her father's heart.

This is still about
your party, right?

Look, Max has already
invited 50 people

and reserved a deli
platter in my name!

Oh. Please tell me there's
no raisins in the coleslaw...

Dude, you are not invited!

I can't believe I'm saying this,

but Jackson's right.

He's worked so
hard on this song,

and he's so proud of it.

I've gotta tell him I love it.

You know what,
Miley? It'll be ok.

So Hannah sings one clucker.

Big deal.

Yeah, and the
video will be cute...

You surrounded by
giant dancing bunnies.

Right? I'm the bunny!
Who stole your money!

I'm not helping, am I? No.

Miles, if it makes
you feel any better,

I know this is kind
of hard on you,

but my life... It's
so good right now!

Boo-yah! Yeah!

Ew!

And you are still
not invited! Ooh!

Gotta tell dad.

Gotta tell dad.

Dad?

Gotta tell dad.

It's true.

There's no place like home.

There's no place like home!

Stop it, Jackson. Be a man.

Dad?

Dad!

Whoa, look at that bodyslam!

Where's dad?

He's still on his date.

Have to tell him the truth.

What?

Have to tell him the truth.

No.

Wait. What are you...
miles, what are you doing?

Hate that song.

Hate that song!

Aw, man. Are you sleepwalking?

I'll take that as a yes.

Oh, sorry.

Come on, miles. Miley, wake up.

Come on, Miley. Wakey, wakey.

Oh, no. Dad!

Dad?

Hate that song.

Gotta tell dad!

Hey, no, no, no!
Of course, you do.

I'll take you to him.
He's right under... Here!

No way you're blowing my party.

Jackson?

What in the world?

Shh! Miley's sleeping.

Jackson helping. Thigh cramping.

And they wonder why I
never bring my dates home.

Gotta tell dad.

Gotta tell dad.

Gotta tell...

Jackson, what are you doing?

First of all, do you
want to tell dad the truth?

No! Of course not.

Good. You're awake.

And you're ugly.

Now that we've covered the
obvious, what are you doing here?

You were sleepwalking,
and you almost told dad

that you hate his song.

Yeah, right.

You think that some
guy named Jimmy

in your biology
class is yum-a-licious.

How do you know that?

You told me that an hour ago.

Look, this is just like
that time you were 5

and you lied about
breaking mom's favorite vase.

Remember, you felt so guilty,

you started sleepwalking and
blabbing the truth about everything?

Remember?

Oh, no.

Uncle Earl never forgave me

for telling his poker
buddies he, uh,

hides aces in the
folds of his belly.

You are not gonna blow my party.

Hey! I'm doin' the best I can.

Now you're gonna
do the best that I can.

Gotta tell dad.

Gotta tell dad.

Da... 1, 2, cha-cha-cha.

I pulled the mullet, mother,

but it just wouldn't come off.

Miley. You haven't
slept in 2 days.

You can't keep doing this.

You gotta get some rest.

I know, but if I fall
asleep at home,

I'm not going to be
able to stop myself

from telling daddy the truth,

and if I fall asleep
anywhere else...

Who knows what's gonna
spill out of my mouth?

Whoa! Speaking of something

spilling out of your mouth,

somebody forgot to
brush this morning.

Hey, what do you want from me?

I'm amazed I could
even get myself dressed.

Love the new look, toots.

Oh, sweet nibblets!

Wow, she is tired.

Yeah, I know. Hey! She could
sleep over at my house tonight.

Hey, Miley, you can... Miley?

Morning, class.

Uh, kunkle!

Uh, comma, miss.

Oken, comma, Oliver.

Truscott, comma, Lilly.

Don't drag me into this.

Oken, someday years from
now, you may feel the urge

to come back and visit me.

Please don't.

Miley. Miley, wake up.

Wake up.

Who's talking?

You are, skunkle.

In that awful prison
warden voice of yours.

It is t*rture.

Yikes!

Excuse me. What did you say?

She said your voice sounds

like a prison warden.
Oh, and it's t*rture.

I heard her.

Just trying to help.

I don't need your help.

What you need is

to stop borrowing your
grandmother's clothes.

Hey-oh!

Wait, no, no! She doesn't
mean it. She's sleepwalking.

And when she sleepwalks,
she can only tell the truth.

Truth! Gotta tell dad the truth!

Oh!

I mean, look at her.

She'd never talk
to you like that

if she was awake.

She'd lie and say you look nice.

Hey, great top!

Last time she wore it,

you said that if you
polished a table with it,

the table would
punch you in the face.

I was kidding!

Tables can't punch.

Wake up!

Stewart, are you really asleep?

Are you really
wearing those shoes?

Hey-oh!

They're comfortable,
and I walk to work.

Why? Broom in the shop?

I'm laughing 'cause
it's so ridiculous.

You're... you're a lovely woman,

and I'm surprised you
haven't been married yet.

Yesterday you said it was
because of her man-hands.

Soft! Supple, man-hands.

That's what...

That's what I meant.
Would you marry me,

Karen?

All right. Knock it off!

You're not all asleep.

That's 'cause you haven't
started teaching yet.

Ok, that's enough.

Miley, wake up.

Sorry. Ooh. Where were we?

Well, we're in science
and you're in trouble.

Principal's office. Now.

How bad was it?

Well, it started with skunkle.

And made it all the
way down to man-hands.

Thank you very much!

I'm thinking it's time to
tell my daddy the truth.

Ya think? Ya think?

Yo, Jackson.

I'm bringing a few extra people

to your party.

Sorry, dude, there's no way...

Hey! Yeah, dude, of course.
Bring whoever you want.

By the way, love the t-shirt.

Oh!

You're a funny little dude.

Thanks, man.

But if your party stinks,

I'm gonna rearrange your face.

As well you should.

Oh! Don't read the shirt!

Don't read the shirt!
Don't read the shirt!

Dude! I cannot believe
the buzz on this party.

Girls are saying hi to me
just because I know you!

How did you get your
dad to say yes to this?

Well, as you know,
it's just a little matter

of psychology, timing...

And you haven't asked
him yet, have you?

Ok, technically, no,

but I'm on my way
to ask him right now,

and, trust me, he's
gonna be in a great mood.

Well, he better be.

You cancel this party,

you're gonna spend
the rest of high school

eating lunch with
the chess club.

Know how many hot
girls are in chess club?

Zero!

I thought your girlfriend
was in the chess club.

That's why I need this party.

Hi, honey.

Really, really badly.

Dad?

Dad?

Just out of the
shower! Down in a few!

You take your time, you...

Brilliant songwriter!

You... hero and... Role model!

Whatever you broke,

fix it or Bury it in the yard.

Yes! Yes, he's
got lucky Lulu back!

He's blow-drying.

It's a perfect storm
of dad happiness.

Dad? Dad? I gotta talk to you!

Oh, no. Here we
go again. Miley, stop!

Jackson, I'm sorry about your
party, but I can't do this anymore.

I gotta tell daddy the truth.

No! No, no, no, you don't.

You're just sleepwalking.

Come on, miles. Upsy-Daisy.

Stop that! Stop it. I'm awake!

Of course you are.

Now come here. Jackson!

Look, I know you're supposed
to wake a sleepwalker gently,

but you leave me no choice.

Desperate times call for...

Loud cookware.

I'm still awake and
you're still an idiot!

What in the Sam heck
is going on down there?

Daddy, I've got...
nothing, nothing,

nothing! We're just cooking
you dinner, handsome.

Keep working on the
'do, we'll see you in a few.

Please, please, please wake up!

I'm still awake,
you're still an idiot,

and now my ear is full of spit!

Sorry. Let me rinse it for you.

Aah!

Do you believe I'm awake now?

Yes, I do.

Listen, Jackson.

Awake or asleep, I'm
still telling dad the truth.

No! You can't!

My reputation

and the current arrangement
of my face depends on it.

Maybe next time your
face shouldn't throw a party

without getting
permission first.

Listen, Jackson, I'm sorry.

But I respect dad
too much to lie to him.

Miley...

No! Jackson, the song is a joke.

It's embarrassing.

And no matter how much it hurts,

I gotta tell him that I found it

and it's the worst
song he's ever written.

Miley.

It may be the worst
song ever written.

I did say "maybe."

I heard it. I just
can't believe it.

Dad.

Do you hate me?

No, of course I don't hate you.

I hate it that you
hate the song,

but I was just so
sure you'd love it.

You were?

I mean... You were?

I don't get it.

You've never hated
one of my songs before.

I suppose I could
take another look at it.

What was it that bothered you?

Music? Lyrics?

The message?

What message?

"Dang-flabbit, where's my
rabbit? He took my money"?

What are you trying to say?

Bunnies can't be trusted?

Dad. This isn't funny. Come on.

Kids don't wanna
hear that stuff.

They love bunnies.

Yeah. And so did you

when you were 5 years old.

That's when you wrote that song.

Bunny-man say what?

Well, actually, you
came up with the words,

but I wrote it down for you.

But you signed it with
that little booger right there.

What was it doing
in your pocket?

I keep it with me
for when I get stuck.

Give me a little
bit of inspiration

and a giggle every now and then.

Kinda reminds me
of the good old days.

You would've known that
if you'd have just asked.

Aw, man.

Wait a minute.

You mean there's a good song?

There sure is.

This is it. You wanna hear it?

Do bunnies steal money?

I am lovin' it already.

You ain't even heard it, son.

Sure, I have.

In here.

Please be good, please
be good, please be good!

All right.

Here it goes.

All right.

♪ I see your face,
I see your eyes ♪

♪ what you feel is no surprise ♪

♪ everyone needs
something to believe in ♪

And I believe I smell a grammy.

♪ Tell me your dreams,
I'll tell you mine ♪

♪ in our hearts
we'll look inside ♪

♪ and see all the
colors of the rainbow ♪

♪ I know ♪

♪ we all wanna believe in love ♪

♪ we all wanna
believe in something ♪

♪ bigger than just us ♪

♪ we all wanna be a part ♪

♪ of the greater picture ♪

♪ that's hangin' in our hearts ♪

♪ yeah, it's bigger than us ♪

♪ it fills the universe ♪

♪ it lights the skies above ♪

♪ it rescues our
hearts with love... ♪

Thanks, daddy.

My pleasure, bud.

♪ That's what's bigger than us ♪

♪ it's love, it's love
that's bigger than us ♪

♪ it's love, it's love
that's bigger than us ♪

♪ it's love, it's love ♪

That was great, dude!

Well, thanks for coming.

Glad you guys had a good
time. Especially you, Wayne.

Watch out for that branch!

Or just ignore it and
walk right through it.

Who needs a helmet, huh?

Whoa!

In the light it
looks a lot worse.

Well, that's ok, son. I'll
just call the maid service.

Well, thanks, dad.

You know, that is one
of the many reasons

why you're still my
hero, my role model,

my...

hello?

Clean it up?

Who is this?

I think you've got
the wrong number.

Don't call here anymore.