Drop Beat Dad/Transcript

[Ext. Outside of Vidalia's house]

(Sour Cream walks besides house towards a gray cart wagon placed in front of his garage while holding a laptop.)

Sour Cream: (Starts by saying by to Vidalia)Later Mom.

(He walks to a cart wagon filled with Music producing gear.)

Sour Cream: Ahh yeah, this is gonna be sick.

(Sour Cream places his laptop above the gray cart wagon.)

Sour Cream: Thanks again for helping me take all the stuff out, Steven.

(Steven comes out of the garage holding a heavy box.)

No problem. I've always wanted to be roadie, whether it's lifting the heaviest of equipment, fighting off crazy fans, or just offering moral support. roadie's work behind the scenes make all magic on stage possible.

I only needed the lifting, but I guess we'll see what happens tonight.

(Steven hands Sour Cream the box.)

Sour Cream: Woah(Almost dropping the box, Sour Cream places it inside the cart wagon).

(Yellowtail comes towards the garage carrying a briefcase filled with fishes.)

Yellowtail: (Being surprised, he drops the briefcase and water starts leaking from it)MWa!(Yellowtail starts speaking his language)Mwm mwm mwm mwm mwm.

Sour Cream: No I can't be back before 10, I'm doing a show tonight, Yellowtail.

Yellowtail: (Yellowtail continues to speak in his language)Mwm Mwm mwm, mwm mwm mwm, mwm mwm mwm mwm.

Sour Cream: It is too a viable career, 80 percent of Germans make their living D.J'ing, why can't you accept that I don't want to be a fishermen like you?

(Sour Cream walks away frustrated.)

Steven: Ahhhh, bye Yellowtail.

(Steven moves the cart wagon and joins Sour Cream)

Yellowtail: (Yellowtail says Bye to Steven in his language)Mwm mwm mwa.

[Around the neighbourhood]

(Steven races to Sour Cream.)

Steven: You okay Sour Cream?

Sour Cream: Yeah, I just can't deal with my stepdad on my case all the time. Why would I want to bring home fish when I can bring home sick beats? If he has to "Ma ma ma" so much about it, he doesn't have to come.

[Out side Greg's carwash]

Sour Cream: All that argueing messed up my stomach.

(They stop the cart wagon on the middle of the carwash's road.)

Sour Cream: I'm gonna go use the bathroom(Sour Cream runs quickly).

(Greg runs towards the road holding a sponge and hose.)

Greg: Wait, don't leave, waxing is free. (Greg notices Steven)Oh, what's up shtnoball?

Steven: Just helping Sour Cream take his stuff to the ware house.

Greg: Oh, like a roadie huh?

Steven:Yeah! What about you?

Greg: Same old, same old, not to busy.

Steven: Don't worry, I'm sure it'll pick up soon.

Greg: Thanks kiddo.

(A large Yellow-colored body and blue tinted windowed bus stops in-front of the carwash.)

[Third person view of the bus]

Greg: Woah! Look at the size of that thing.

(Greg walks towards the bus holding out his hose.)

Greg: Steven, don't tell them about the free wax.

(Marty walks out, having yellow colored jogers ones similar to Air Nikes, dressed like a rock punk.)

Greg: Marty?

(Steven suddenly reacts.)

Steven: You mean your rotten ol manager? I'll protect you Dad!(Steven protects Greg by holding him.)

Greg: Ah, Don't worry, I got a hose.

Marty: So, huh, this is where you work now, Star Child? A Run down old car wash. Guess the music biz wasn't as good to you as it's been to me.

Greg: Ah, hey Marty, long time no see. (Greg introduces Steven) This is my son Steven.

Marty: Woah! Guess I'll call you Star Child Junior. (Marty starts laughing.)

Greg: Anyway, ahhh things are totally fine here at Beach City but ahh, if you need me to wash that huge bus of yours you'd probably need to help me out (Greg winks).

Marty: Listen Star Child, I can do you one better than a carwash. You and I have some unfinished business.

(Sour Cream walks up.)

Sour Cream: Ahh, sorry Mr. U. I totally clogged up your toi...(Sour Cream gets distracted by the bus) WOAH! Dad?

Marty: Sour Cream?