Zeke:I'm hoping Chef Michael's gonna teach me the art of Austrian flake pastry. And Sharpay's gonna be where I work every day. How much better can summer get? Right? Right?
Chad:A real dream come true.
Zeke:If you actually get to know her, -I mean Chad:Dude.
Troy:Hey, I didn't even know Sharpay's parents owned this place. Mr Fulton just said, you know, there's Wildcat fans at Lava Springs, and jobs are available. So, I said let's go for it.
Mr Fulton:Inspiring, Mr Bolton. Truly inspiring. However, what we're looking for from all of you, is not inspiration, but perspiration. Confirming assignments. Bolton, Danforth, waiters. And, when needed, caddies.
Chad:What?
Mr Fulton:Miss McKessie, I'm told that you're efficient.
Taylor:Well...
Mr Fulton:Prove it. You'll handle member activities. Keep me in sight at all times. Kelsi, piano. Lunchtime and cocktail hour. That means mood music, not new music. Capisce? Martha, chopping, cutting, preparing plates. Do complete the summer with the equal amount of digits I assume you currently possess. Oh, Zeke, you will assist Chef Michael in the...
Zeke:The promised land.
Mr Fulton:You hold on to that.
Chad:Mr Fulton, Your Excellency, sir, would it be okay if we draw straws to see who has to wait on Sharpay? Please, none of you will be waiting on Sharpay.
Chad:Oh, yes. Snap.
Mr Fulton:You will be serving Miss Evans.
Jason:Who's that?
Mr Fulton:Always address our members as Mr, Mrs, or Miss. Let's practise. Shall we?
Taylor:Do we have to?
Mr Fulton:"Miss Evans, would you care for lemonade?"
Jason:Actually, I'm not Miss Evans. I'm Jason.
[Everyone groans.Gabriella then walks in the kitchen]
Gabriella:It smells so good and I am so hungry. What's for lunch?
Mr Fulton:Miss Montez. It would seem your lunch break does not start for 3.5 minutes. I do hope no members drowned in your absence. Henceforth, do clock in and out on time. Three infractions of any kind, and your employment is terminated. Capisce?
[They all shake their heads]
Mr Fulton:Chop, chop, chop!
Martha Cox:Okay that man officially scares me
Chad:Suddenly I'm begging to miss detention with Mrs Darbus.How sick is that?
Troy:Come on.We got a hoop out back, two free meals a day,and we only have to wear these stupid outfits on duty.All for one, and one for all.All right?This is our summer.Now what team?
All:Wildcats!
Troy:What team?
All:Wildcats!
Chad:Come on.
🎵How did we get from the top of the world
To the bottom of the heap?
I don't recall you mentioning
The boss is such a creep🎶
🎵We still have the ingredients
To make this summer sweet
🎶Well, I got rags instead of riches
And all these dirty dishes
Just wish I had three wishes
We've got to work, work to work this out
🎶We'll make things right, the sun will shine
If we work, work, there'll be no doubt
We can still save the summer🎵
If we work this out
Chad:Dude, what have you gotten us into?
Troy:Come on! We can totally turn this thing around!
🎶I'd rather face a seven footer
Straight up in the post (yeah)
That sure beats hanging here
And burning someone's toast🎵
🎶I needed Benjamins, but this ain't worth the stress
Maybe there's a better way
To fix this greasy mess
We're a champion team
A well-oiled machine🎵
And we've faced tougher problems than this
I know it's a grind
But I'm sure we can find
A way to have fun
🎶While we get this job done
🎵We've got to work, work to work this out
We'll make things right, the sun will shine
Got to work, work, there'll be no doubt🎶
If we all come together
We can work this out🎵
🎵Tell me what you want
Tell me what you need
A little bit of sugar
A little bit of butter
It's the perfect recipe
Pay day🎶
It'll taste so sweet
Pay day
Good enough to eat
Gonna make some motion pictures
🎶Hit the mall with all my sisters
Get tickets to the Knicks and Sixers
Kick it with the music mixers
Buy a ride that suits my style
Lounge around the pool and while
🎵Make a date with my favorite girl
We've got it made
Oh, we've got to work, work to work this out
We'll make things right, the sun will shine
If we work, work, there'll be no doubt🎵
We can still save the summer
If we work this out
Work this
Gotta work this
🎶We can work this out
Troy:So, can we work this out?
Chad:Yeah, we can work it out.
Fulton:Send the waiters right in.
[Everyone rushes back to their stations as Fulton walked in.Troy looked at Chad and showed him a message on his note pad that said,"LET'S GO!" in big letters.Time skip to Troy and Gabriella.]
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Sam and Cat:High School Musical 2
Teen FictionIt's summer break and the kids of East High are out for some fun in the sun. Unfortunately, they are all broke except Sam and Cat who try to help their friends get jobs in order to be able to afford to enjoy themselves. Troy thinks his problem is s...
