♪
♪ [drumming]
Game on.
FYI, guys, quit my college radio job
so I could commit to being your full-time,
unpaid, intern.
♪ ♪
Hey, groovy jam sesh, guys.
Really boner tone, Morgan.
Anyway, I'm-- I'm a little overwhelmed
trying to schedule your day around your manager meeting,
especially on an empty stomach.
Hey, priority go-guy.
You know, I can really see myself
with a girl like you, Morgan.
Okay, bye though. We didn't ring your butler bell so--
Oh really? 'Cause my ears are ringing.
Oh, whoa!
Why are you wearing Somerset's clothes, Tryke?
What?
Whoa, no, no, no. This was my basic white T-shirt
that I chose for myself
while I was at the store with Somerset.
Then he bought it while I was in the bathroom so--
But everyone has a white T-shirt.
Yeah, well I didn't dare as long as Somerset was around.
Strip naked!
Now!
Make me!
Hey, my woman is telling you to disrobe.
Take it off or I will rip your head off!
Rip it off. Go ahead. Want to know why?
'Cause you can't.
I bet you that I can rip your head clean off your body
or I have to tongue kiss my brother for a hot minute.
Oh, no, no, please. I always lose these.
-Deal.
-Deal!
C'mon, bring it on.
Get it off of your body!
Just--
It's still on. It's still on!
Just take your shirt off!
[laughing]
I've got to get in there.
[grunting]
Screw 'em!
Morgan: Get off me!
Get me off!
Hubba bubba!
I'm such an idiot!
I've got to cool it now.
I--Tryke, I apologize.
I respectfully stand down.
[hushed] She was never mine to begin with.
Okay, well you missed a lot because you were late for jam.
I came up with this.
♪ ♪
Kids, you forgot to take out the trash,
and here I am, doing it.
Thanks Fred, you're the best.
I think we should write lyrics to Tryke's riff.
Um, can we try starting with some of my ideas?
I've been writing a lot since he died.
I'll try anything. It's like anything.
Okay. Uhh...
Whatever.
She...uh...
Wait.
She just...
[sighs]
Uh...
♪
Okay...
Well, we're late, and those lyrics are boring and terrible,
so... we should go.
♪ [electronic music]
Oh, my God, the Plateaus!
When's your album coming out?
We don't have a date, yet.
Even I don't have a date yet.
Oh, sorry, Davian's not interested.
So, go away, goodbye!
-Hey!
-Get lost!
Guys, look what else, "get lost."
This cat in a human Halloween costume.
Pets should just get the same tattoo as me,
name, address, phone number...
Morgan: Guys, reward!
You know, there's a parasite in cat food
that makes cat owners go crazy.
Their affection for their cat is really just the poo parasite
trying to get back into the cat's body.
Thank you for that very cool information, Davian.
It's called, 'toxoplasmosis'
More like, 'toxo-blah-boring...
[laughs] mosis.'
Toxoplasmosis.
I was interested for the first half.
My tickle pit!
Ah woo, woo, wooo, wooo!
Oh, jeez!
It's the costume cat.
Oh, yes! We're rich, snag it!
Swipe it up. Swoop down, scoop it up.
He's still breathing, but he's hurt real bad.
Ah, do we have to take it to the vet?
No time, after the meeting.
But right after.
Okay, well, I'm not touching it.
Me neither.
What? Oh, come on!
This is nothing.
Oh!
See, it's nothing!
Oh!
[door closes]
Whoa!
This ceiling is a lot further from the floor
than the ceilings I'm used to.
Ah, still decorating. Just moved in.
I'm so glad you could come. Come, come.
Stop!
Let me take a look at you.
Come in. All right, come in.
Come in. Come in.
Oh, that was a joke.
That was a joke hand gesture.
[laughter]
Coming in is real. Come in.
Okay.
[laughter]
A kidding stop.
Oh! This is great.
Well, you can take it home after.
Easy chair.
Easy come.
Easy go.
You're going to learn a lot from me,
like my name, Jimp Lanley.
Nice to meet you, Jim.
Jimp.
Jint?
Jimp-puh!
Chimp, am I hearing Chimp?
Jimp Lanley.
Chimp.
Nice to meet you, Mr. Planley.
Lanley.
Keep your ears on the TV.
[wheels squeaking]
♪ [humming]
[echoing] I have a little presentation for you
I've been rehearsing all week.
Um, watch the TV, not me.
Turn.
[rapping] ♪ I'm a straight-shootin' real-deal ♪
♪ no-nonsense leader with experience due diligence ♪
♪ intelligence and eager to get the job done ♪
♪
♪ The band has a manager now end of story! ♪
[applause]
Just waiting for the next image.
Okay, well let's just keep taking then.
I have connections to the top--
the top of the pyramid studio types.
In fact, cruise through the Rolodex there.
It's behind the TV.
Yes, yes, go ahead, please.
You'll find Sam there, Sam Robert, of the Sam Robert Band.
And now head of his own label.
That should-- that should just be flashing by.
Oh, there we go!
And I am now our manager!
[crash]
Awesome!
Ah! [laughs]
[applause]
Actually, a few questions first.
Oh good, I love questions.
Well, we have to get to the vet actually.
Uh, why do you want to be our manager?
Good question, Morgan. Excellent question.
Hmm.
Almost a perfect question.
I want to be our manager--
Nay, I
because I can make us a lot of money.
Don't you want to be bigger than Kiss Me I'm Stylish?
-Yeah.
-Yes.
Yes.
Yes, and I'm not saying it's going to be all easy,
breezy, beautiful cover tunes,
I'm not saying that at all.
Morgan, you need to write.
Tryke, you need to practise the guitar.
Hmm.
Because you play the guitar.
A guitar player needs to know how to play the guitar.
Good point.
Davian, grow the hell up!
And I know, I realize that recently both parties here
have suffered great losses.
For you it's been Somerset, and for me,
it's been my naughty Sonny.
[crying]
I'm sor--
I'm sorry for breaking down.
It's just that I've lost my costumed kitty.
Holy J, M, and Jo-Jo!
Jimp, you're not going to believe this but we found your--
[hushed] I didn't poke a--
Dammit!
-Ah--
-Oh!
You found my what?
We found your--home-- is in need of a flesh--
a fresh coat of paint.
-Paint.
-That's all.
Because I think that someone might have abducted Sonny.
And let me tell you right now, if anyone did take my kitty,
well that motherfucking cat burglar
is going to burn!
♪ [eerie music]
[laughs] Man, I must sound crazy!
-No.
-No, no.
Oh, yes, now what we have to do--
will you please make a handshake with me,
representing the trust trucks that we now have
between band and manager?
Oh, okay.
[Morgan laughs]
All right.
Morgan [awkwardly]:
Beige.
♪ [eerie music]
[whip cracks]
♪ ♪
[whip cracks]
Maestro:
that you could manage them.
Instead, you let some glow stick fool get in your way.
No!
Maestro:
Maestro, yes!
Good. Now go find Somerset's vault of songs.
[whip cracks]