| Future Sounds & Festival Songs | |
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| Interior. Sonic Boom. | |
| Ally: | Hey, Nelson. How's the school election going? |
| Nelson: | Great. Whoever gets the most coats becomes President. |
| Ally: | It's votes, Nelson, not coats. Whoever get's the most votes becomes President. |
| Nelson: | Aw, nartz! Do you know how hot it is wearing this many coats in Miami? |
| Trish: | That's school's in trouble if that kid wins. |
| Austin: | You guys want to come to the Miami Invention Convention with us? Dez's dad has a booth. |
| Dez: | He's unveiling his latest invention. It's a shirt made out of napkins. He calls it the Shirtnap. |
| Ally: | Wow. Those shirts are really made out of napkins? |
| Austin: | Yep. And the best part no matter where you are, you'll always have something to wipe your mouth on. |
| Ally: | So you just walk around with stains on your shirt all day? |
| Dez: | No, that's what the Tiekin is for. |
| Jimmy: | Austin Moon, I have great news. |
| Austin: | Hey, Jimmy, what's up? |
| Jimmy: | You've been invited to perform at the World Music Festival this weekend. |
| Austin: | What?! |
| Ally: | That's huge! If you're a hit, you'll be a household name all over the world. |
| Jimmy: | I want you guys to write a new song for the festival. Maybe if you sell enough copies you could afford to buy a clean shirt. Catch you later. |
| Dez: | We still on for rock climbing? |
| Jimmy: | Never were. |
| Dez: | Man, I love that guy. |
| Interior. Sonic Boom. Practice room. | |
| Austin: | Okay, Dez, I'll meet you at the convention. I just need to talk to Ally. Yeah. |
| Ally: | Pens, paper, water, fruit and pickles... We're all set. |
| Austin: | You prepping for a hurricane? |
| Ally: | A hurricane called inspiration. It may be tough. It may be painful, but we're gonna stay in this room until we write the best song ever. |
| Austin: | Did you just lock the door? |
| Ally: | I have a million ideas. |
| Austin: | Great, I love them all. |
| Ally: | I haven't even said what it is yet. |
| Austin: | But you sound really confident, so why don't you go ahead and write the song and I'll go to the Invention Convention. I'll help you finish it when I get back. |
| Ally: | Oh, yeah. That seems fair. You go to the convention and have fun and I'll stay here and do all the work by myself. |
| Austin: | I'm glad you understand. Thanks, Ally. You're the best. |
| Ally: | It's called sarcasm. |
| Austin: | Call the song whatever you want. I trust you. |
| Interior. Sonic Boom. | |
| Trish: | Guess who hates her new job at Rico's Tacos. I have to pass out menus, refill salsas, wait tables, wash dishes, serve food! I'm exhausted! |
| Ally: | I thought you didn't start until tonight. |
| Trish: | I don't. But just thinking about it is wearing me out. |
| Dez: | Greetings from the world of tomorrow! |
| Ally: | Uh, Dez, what are those? |
| Dez: | These are 4-D glasses. They allow me to taste whatever I'm looking at. Hmm. This piano is an oaky flavor with a taste of... Pickles. |
| Trish: | Dez, those glasses make you look more ridiculous than usual. |
| Dez: | Someone's bitter. And a little minty. |
| Austin: | That convention had so many cool things. Here, Ally, I got you something. |
| Ally: | The Tune-Pro 3000? |
| Austin: | This is the future of music. You plug in a few notes hit a few buttons and... |
| Dez: | This music tastes great! |
| Austin: | This will cut our songwriting time in half. |
| Ally: | I don't feel comfortable using a machine to write songs. You can't take shortcuts to creativity. |
| Austin: | Yes, you can. I just did. |
| Ally: | Look, I appreciate the gift, Austin, but I think we're better off writing the song the old-fashioned way. |
| Austin: | But! But but but but but the Tune-Pro 3000 is gonna save us so much time. (Tune-Pro breaks) After I put it back together. |
| Interior. Sonic Boom. Practice room. | |
| Austin: | Ah, good as new. Sounds good to me. Oh, I'll show Ally. When she hears my awesome new song with the Tune-Pro, she's gonna be totally shocked. (gets shocked) |
| Interior. Sonic Boom. Year 2345. | |
| Austin: | Whoa. Must have fallen asleep. Oh, no! I was supposed to help Ally write our song. Huh? Whoa. What happened to Sonic Boom? Dez, what's going on? |
| Dez: | Oh, just trying out these new 8-D glasses. They allow me to feel the emotion of what I look at. Aw! This chair's so sad. Don't worry, buddy, someone will sit on you soon. |
| Austin: | 8-D glasses? What happened to 4-D glasses? |
| Dez: | Austin, it's the year 2345. Nobody's used 4-D glasses in, like, 300 years. |
| Austin: | 2345?! I must have slept longer than I thought. |
| Dez: | See, chair? I told you. |
| Austin: | This is gonna sound crazy but, a minute ago it was 2013, and now you're telling me it's 2345? |
| Dez: | No, Austin. It doesn't sound crazy that you took a 300-year nap. The last thing I remember is getting zapped by that Tune-Pro. |
| Austin: | Maybe it's messing with my head! |
| Dez: | Hmm, could be. Remember when I got zapped by my hamster-bot and only spoke martian for a month? That was gallifrax! |
| Austin: | Oh, yeah. So gallifrax. So everything here always looks this... Plain? |
| Dez: | Ever since we won the great plaid wars, one color makes life so much easier. Could you imagine me wearing a bunch of crazy colors? Ha! |
| Austin: | So, what happened to all the instruments? The guitars, drums, pianos? |
| Dez: | Oh, you mean those things in the museum display? No one knows how they work. How did people write music before the Tune-Pro 21 million? |
| Austin: | The Tune-Pro 21 million?! Aw, I knew it would catch on! |
| Dez: | This thing started the revolution. After the Tune-Pro came the Scribble-Pro to do your homework, then the Chore-Pro to make your bed and the Strength-Pro to do your workout for you. |
| Austin: | Whoa! |
| Dez: | I'll work out the rest of my body later. We have to study for our inter-galactic history test. |
| Austin: | Hmm. |
| Dez: | Here, put on your Thought-Pro. Martians were given the right to vote in 2318. |
| Austin: | Man! With these things I'll never have to read another book. The future's awesome! |
| Ally: | Hey, guys. |
| Dez and Ally: | Boop! |
| Ally: | Hey, Austin. Don't forget, we still have to finish our song for the Galactic Music Festival. Your song is gonna be beamed all across the galaxy. |
| Austin: | Well, we better get working on the song now. |
| Ally: | Nah, we'll write it after we meet Trish for lunch. We've got plenty of time. The concert's not until tomorrow. |
| Austin: | You're right. There's no rush. We've got the Tune-Pro. |
| Ally: | The best shortcut to creativity. Boop! |
| Austin: | Boop! |
| Interior. FutureMart. Year 2345. | |
| Austin: | Whoa! |
| Trish: | Here's your toaster and bionic heart. Thank you for shopping at Future Mart. Where our motto is... "we sell everything except the Tune-Pro 21 million." Wish we we did sell it, the motto would be shorter. |
| Dez: | Hey, Trish. Can I get a turkey sandwich on white bread, a vanilla milkshake and an egg-white omelet with a side of fettuccini in... White sauce. |
| Trish: | Do you know how much work that is? This is the hardest job I've ever had. |
| Dez: | Thank you. |
| Austin: | Ooh, can I get some pancakes... |
| Trish: | Sorry, I'm on break. |
| Austin: | What's going on? |
| Ally: | The President's about to speak. |
| Nelson: | Hello, Miami. |
| All: | What's up, President Nelson? |
| Austin: | Nelson's the President? |
| Nelson: | Welcome to this year's Galactic Movie Festival. It's a music festival? Aw, nartz! Do you know how long it took me to make all this popcorn? |
| Dez: | I hope he lets us dance today. |
| Nelson: | You may have a two-minute dance block starting... Now. |
| Dez: | Yes! |
| Song: | Dance. Dance. Dance... |
| Austin: | What is that awful sound? |
| Trish: | That's your latest hit single. How could anyone hear this and not wanna dance? |
| Song: | D-d-d-dance. |
| Austin: | That is so gallifrax. |
| Song: | D-d-d-dance. |
| Interior. Sonic Boom. Practice room. Year 2345. | |
| Austin: | We have to write a new song for the festival. The one we heard in the Mall isn't even music. It's just sounds. |
| Ally: | That's what music's supposed to be. Random noise to fill the silence. |
| Austin: | No, it's not. Music's supposed to make you feel things. It doesn't make you dance like you have water in your ears. It makes you dance like this. |
| Ally: | Whoa. What the heck was that?! |
| Austin: | That's me showing you how I feel when I hear real music. |
| Ally: | Well, I guess we can try to write something different. Here, what do you think? |
| Song: | Move. Move. Move. |
| Austin: | That's the same song we heard at Future Mart. |
| Ally: | Austin, that one said... Dance dance. And this one says... Move move. They're totally different. |
| Austin: | I don't wanna use the machine to make music anymore. |
| Ally: | But people love the music we make with the Tune-Pro. Jimmy's not gonna wanna change that. |
| Austin: | Well, I'm gonna go talk to him. Trust me, there's a better way to make music than the Tune-Pro 21 million. |
| Interior. FutureMart. Year 2345. | |
| Austin: | Jimmy, we need to talk. I can't perform this music. It doesn't make me wanna do this. |
| Jimmy: | Why would you wanna do that? Look, Austin, if you don't wanna perform this music you don't have to. I'll just replace you. |
| Austin: | Aw thanks Jimmy, I knew you'd understa...Wait, what? |
| Jimmy: | Austin, I'm gonna show you the future of music. The Tune-Pro made instruments unnecessary, and this is gonna make performers unnecessary. Meet the Austin-Bot. |
| Austin Bot: | Boom. |
| Interior. Sonic Boom. Year 2345. | |
| Trish: | What do you think of my new ring? |
| Ally: | That is a nice shade of white. Oh. How did your talk with Jimmy go? |
| Austin: | Not good. He's replacing me with a robot. |
| Dez: | I saw him. He's even more handsome than Austin. |
| Austin: | Dez, we look exactly the same. |
| Dez: | Sure you do. |
| Trish: | I'm sorry, Austin. So this Austin-Bot, does he need a manager? |
| Austin: | The future stinks. The machines have ruined everything. There's no color, there's no excitement. It's all the same. |
| Ally: | But that's how things have always been. |
| Austin: | No, they haven't. And I'm gonna show you. Ally, we're gonna pull an all-nighter and write a song the old-school way. Grab the keyboard. |
| Ally: | I'm on it! What's a keyboard? |
| Austin: | It's this thing. I'm gonna teach you how to play it. I'm gonna teach you all how to play instruments. |
| Dez: | Can you teach me how to play this? |
| Austin: | Dez, that's a ladder. |
| Dez: | Yes. But how do you play it? |
| Austin: | We'll get back to that. Trish, I need some colorful clothes for my performance. Can you use that machine at your job to make some? |
| Trish: | It's against the rules. I'll get fired! I'm on it! |
| Austin: | Now Dez, I need you to stop the Austin-Bot from performing. Use your giant arm and crush him. |
| Dez: | I don't know if I can do that. What if he's stronger than me? What if he's faster than me? What if he's smarter than me? |
| Austin: | Buddy, I'm not gonna lie to you... He's all of those things. |
| Interior. Sonic Boom. Practice room. Year 2345. | |
| Austin: | So this is a C chord. And this is a D chord. Yeah. With a little practice, you... Totally don't need my help. |
| Ally: | Whoa! What the heck was that?! |
| Austin: | That was you rockin' the keyboard. |
| Ally: | I guess I've always had this music in me. I just needed you to bring it out. |
| Austin: | Now let's write a song. First we have to come up with some chords. |
| Ally: | Oh, um, like this? |
| Austin: | That's great! Now let's come up with some words. |
| Ally: | I got it! Dance. Dance dance. Dance Dan... |
| Austin: | It can't just be any word! They have to come from your heart. What's the last powerful emotion you experienced? |
| Ally: | Love. |
| Austin: | Really? |
| Ally: | Yeah. I was sitting next to you at the keyboard and I thought... Man, I love this new seat cushion I bought. It is so comfy. |
| Austin: | Okay, let's go with love then. What's great about love? |
| Ally: | Um... It doesn't fade over time. It's timeless? |
| Austin: | ♪ This love is never gonna fade ♪ ♪ We are timeless ♪ ♪ We are timeless ♪ |
| Ally: | That's incredible! Where did you learn how to write songs that way? |
| Austin: | A good friend taught me. |
| Ally: | Was it Trish? |
| Austin: | No. Here, come on. |
| Interior. Sonic Boom. Year 2345. | |
| Dez: | Come on. Come on. Come on. Ah! Gallifrax! |
| Austin Bot: | Ha, I just won again. |
| Dez: | It's not fair. You're a robot. You're, like, part-video game. |
| Austin: | Dez! You're supposed to crush him, not let him crush your high score. |
| Dez: | I was going to, but... Then we started hanging out. He's like a cooler version of you. Did you know he started out as a toaster? What up?! |
| Austin: | Austin-Bot, you don't need to perform for me tonight, I'm gonna do it myself. |
| Austin Bot: | But this is Austin-Bot's big big break. Burning toast is no longer Austin-Bot's problem. |
| Austin: | But the fans are expecting Austin Moon. There's only one real me. |
| Austin Bot: | Austin-Bot is a better version. |
| Austin: | Oh, yeah? Can you do this? |
| Dez: | That was pretty good. |
| Austin: | I don't wanna have to do this. We're gonna have a dance-off. Dez, give me a beat. |
| Song: | Dance dance. Dance dance. D-d-d-d-d... D-d-d-d-dance. |
| Austin Bot: | System error. System error. System... sys... Err... err... err... System... system... sys... Err... err... err... err... Error. |
| Dez: | No! Don't leave me! You're my best friend! |
| Austin: | Dez, that's the robot. |
| Dez: | I know. |
| Interior. FutureMart. Year 2345. | |
| Jimmy: | Austin-Bot. |
| Austin: | Nope. Jimmy, it's me. |
| Jimmy: | Austin Moon? I thought you didn't want to perform. What on Mars is going on here? |
| Austin: | I'm gonna show the galaxy the future of music. |
| Jimmy: | Well, it better be good. The President is here. |
| Austin: | Time to take the stage. |
| Trish: | Ugh! This is so much work. |
| Austin: | Hit it, Ally. |
| Timeless. | |
| Jimmy: | Austin. That was amazing! |
| Austin: | Thanks. |
| Jimmy: | Guess we don't need this Tune-Pro anymore. |
| Austin: | No, we don't. |
| Interior. Sonic Boom. Practice room. Present time. | |
| Ally: | Austin, are you awake? |
| Austin: | What happened? Oh, man, I had the craziest dream. You were there and you were there and you were there and you... Never seen you before in my life. |
| Trish: | That's the paramedic. He says you got a pretty nasty shock from that stupid Tune-Pro. But you'll be fine. |
| Austin: | Great. |
| Ally: | Ally, we gotta finish that song. And we are not using the Tune-Pro. But I thought you loved that thing. |
| Austin: | No, I hate it. One minute you're using a machine to write a song, and the next minute, music's just a bunch of beeps and boops and Nelson's President. |
| Ally: | Maybe we should get the paramedic back here. |
| Dez: | What did you dream about anyway? |
| Austin: | The future. I'll tell you all about it later, but Ally and I have to get to work. |
| Dez: | But I have to hear more about the future! Do I ever get a girlfriend? How many Best Director Awards did I win? Does the Shirtnap ever take off? What about the Tiekin? Are napkins still relevant? |
| Interior. Sonic Boom. | |
| Austin: | Come on, Dez, let's see it! |
| Trish: | What's he doing? |
| Austin: | He said the Invention Convention inspired him. |
| Trish: | To do what? |
| Dez: | So, what do you think? All white clothes. Pretty...Fashion-forward, huh? |
| Austin: | Oh, no. |
| Trish: | Hey, check this out. A new fan from Iceland sent a remix of your latest song. |
| Austin: | No. This can't be happening! |
| Nelson: | Guess what! I just got elected President! |
| Austin: | No! |
| Nelson: | Funny, the Principal had the same reaction. |
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