Host: Jake Renda
Camera worker: Joey Presnell
Panelists: Raul Manera, Laura Benwick, Kara Boske, Callie Davidson
[Joey pans in on Jake]
Jake: Hello, and thank you for coming. We are...the Supertown Hotshots! [The panelists applaud, not having an audience.] Our panelists tonight are the ridiculous Raul Manera...[Joey cuts to Raul, who waves a hand and smiles]...The loopy Laura Benwick...[Moves to Laura, who also grins]...the kooky Kara Boske...[Moves to Kara, who makes a strange face]...and the crazy Callie Davidson! [Moves to Callie, who smiles also. The four applaud as a group as Joey pans back.]
Jake: This is our first episode, as you all know, so let's get started. Our first game tonight...
Kara [sarcastic]: Yeah, "tonight", he says--as the noon sun comes in through the window!
Jake [puts up his hands in a "what do you want?" gesture]: It's a show biz thing! And hey, who asked you? Pick faults in my...in my...mastering of the ceremonies, huh? I'm the one who says who's in what game here! You wanna be in anything this episode?
Raul and Laura: Ooooh!
Kara: Ooh, and he tries the shady stuff! I'll have you know that threatening employees is against the network policy!
Jake [points at Kara]: Ohhhh! "Network", she says, as we sit in fold-out chairs in Raul's living room, taping with a two-bit camcorder! Who's departing from reality now?
Raul, Laura, and Callie: Ohhhhhh!
Kara [ducks her head, shamefaced grin]: All right, all right! Point taken. The first game is...?
Jake: Oh, right! The first game--tonight--[Kara rolls her eyes] is called Narrate, and it's for Raul...and Kara.
[Callie and Laura clap as Raul and Kara stand and move to the center of the room]
Jake: Okay, like I said, um, this game is called Narrate. What happens is that, uh, Raul and Kara are pretending to do a...film noir, which basically means that they, uh...step out and narrate what's happening as the game progresses.
Kara [grins]: And you delivered that so smoothly.
Jake: Oh, yeah. And, as you all know, this is one of the many games we've copped right off Whose Line.
Callie [from her seat]: Which means that the only question that remains is who's Ryan and who's Colin.
Raul [shoots up his hand]: I'm Ryan!
Kara: Aw, just 'cause your name's Spanish for Ryan...
Raul: Well, yeah. But besides, Colin's always the girl anyway. It fits!
[Callie, Laura, and Jake laugh--so does Joey, off-camera]
Kara [smiles]: All right. So where's our scene take place?
Jake: Good question. Uh...a cafe. You two are at a cafe. The game is Narrate. Go.
[Joey presses a CD player button off-camera. Edgy jazz-type music plays.]
[Kara waits for the music to play a bit, then steps out]
Kara: I'd been looking for Rioliccio, the Italian spy, for months. He had the microfilm that would reveal the secret of the first...apple pie bomb...so called because it would...kill every American on the planet, and apple pie is, you know, American and all that. In any case, he had to be stopped. I spotted him in a cafe and tried to be smooth...much smoother than I just was, explaining that. [Laura and Callie giggle.]
[Kara steps back and faces Raul, who is pretending to drink coffee]
Kara [suave voice]: Hi...I've never seen you here before.
Raul: Hi...that's because I've never been here before. What do you think of their espresso?
Kara: Um...it's a bit strong.
[Raul steps forward to narrate]
Raul: Yes, it was strong. But not as strong as the bomb that I was about to make. All I had to do was take the microfilm back to Italy, and America would be on its knees. But I couldn't let on to anyone that I had it.
[Raul steps back]
Raul: So...ever try their microfil--oh...[covers his mouth with a hand]...that is, mocha-flavored...latte?
Kara: No...I haven't.
[Kara steps forward]
Kara: He'd slipped. Now I had him in my clutches. As clever as that switch from "microfilm" to "mocha-flavored" had been, I knew what he was really about.
[Kara steps back, Raul steps forward]
Raul: Yeah, she knew what I was about...I was about five foot seven. [Jake buries his head in his hands. Laura and Callie giggle. Kara tries unsuccessfully to conceal a grin.] And I hadn't known at the time just how good a cover-up "mocha-flavored" was...I'd just wanted the "mocha" to sound like "micro", but the "flavored" covered the "film", too. But that's irrelevant.
[Raul steps back, Kara steps forward]
Kara: That's not irrelevant...irrelevant is an animal that lives in the zoo and eats peanuts. [The others groan.] But that has nothing to do with it, either.
[Raul steps forward and opens his mouth to speak. Kara steps back quickly.]
Raul: I knew that joke about "irrelevant" was copped right off the Marx Brothers. Suddenly I knew she was Agent X, out to get me, after I thought I was safe. Agent X had a reputation for loving the Marx Brothers. I thought maybe I could play that against her...or I could just go for the shock factor.
[Raul steps back and turns to Kara.]
Raul: Nice line from Duck Soup...Agent X!
Kara [looks around]: I think you're mistaken. Who's Agent X?
Raul: No more games, X...you want the microfilm, I think?
[Kara steps forward.]
Kara: It was a stupid question. Rioliccio liked to ask things like that. Still, I knew I had to take action, and fast.
[Kara steps back.]
Kara: Hey...look over there! [She points]
Raul: Where?
[Kara pretends to grab the coffee cup out of Raul's hand]
Kara: Ha! I know the microfilm was implanted in your coffee cup! So take this! [She pretends to throw the cup to the ground and makes a "ching!" noise as it hits the floor.] Now what are you going to do, Rioliccio?
[Raul steps forward]
Raul: I had only taped the microfilm to the inside of the cup, so I could remove it easily. When Agent X broke the cup, I waited for her to find it.
[Raul steps back. Kara pretends to look through the pieces of the broken coffee cup for the microfilm]
Kara: I...I can't find it! What did you do, Rioliccio, swallow it?
[Raul steps forward]
Raul: Suddenly I realized...that's exactly what I had done.
[Jake plays a New Year's noisemaker, in lieu of a buzzer.]
Jake: Okay, that's it! Give 'em a hand!
[Laura and Callie clap as Kara and Raul return to their seats.]
Jake: Not bad, you guys. I don't feel like doing points, because that's too Whose Line. So...ten imaginary dollars for each of you.
Kara: But that's the same idea!
Jake [shrugs]: That's irrelevant.
Kara: Oh, groan!
Jake: Well, you did it first. It's your own fault. Anyway, uh, the next game we're playing tonight is called "Questions Only", and it's for all four of you. You'll be given a scene, but you can only speak in questions...
Laura [making fun of the fact that Jake's description of the game is just like Drew Carey's]: This is also a great party game, if there's no chicks or booze...
Kara: Exactly! [She high-fives Laura. They laugh.]
Jake: Yeah, laugh now, you guys! When it's your turn to host...
Laura: I'll be dead meat. Yeah, I know. But I'll pause less between words.
Jake: Oh, don't you start! Kara is enough of a pain as it is.
Kara: And darn proud of it.
Jake: Yeah, I'll bet. So anyway, Laura and Callie, you two get to start, because you sat out the last game. Kara and Raul, you stay off to the side, and I'll bring you in when these two mess up. Your scene is: You're two people who've managed to sneak into a big Hollywood gala, and you're scoping out the celebrities there.
Callie: Ooh, good one! I've never heard that one before!
Jake: I made it up, actually.
Callie: Nice.
Jake: Thanks. All right, start whenever you're ready. Questions only.
[Laura and Callie turn to each other]
Laura [gasps]: Do you see who I see over there?
Callie: Do you mean Tom Cruise?
Laura: Is he here, too?
Callie: Well, who did you mean?
Laura: You know who Mark Hamill is?
Callie: Wasn't he Luke Skywalker in Star Wars?
Laura: Why don't we ask him for his autograph?
Callie: What should we have him sign?
Laura: Do you have any paper?
Callie: Do you have a pen?
Laura: Blue ink or black?
Callie: Does it matter?
Laura: Well...I... [shrugs]
[Noisemaker sounds. Laura leaves and Kara enters.]
Kara: Isn't this fabulous?
Callie: Well...don't I know it...?
[Noisemaker sounds]
Jake: That isn't really a question, I don't think.
Callie: No, I really don't, either.
[Callie leaves and Raul enters.]
Raul: So, how did you get on the list?
Kara: The list to get into the party?
Raul: What other list could there be?
Kara: [pauses] Should I give you some examples?
Raul: Of what, other lists?
Kara: [stands openmouthed for a second] Well--yeah.
[Noisemaker sounds. Kara leaves and Laura re-enters.]
Laura: Have we met?
Raul: Um...care to see my business card?
Laura: What harm could it do? [Raul pretends to hand it over]
Raul: Do you like it?
Laura [reading the card]: If this says you're unemployed, why have a business card at all?
Raul: Well, why not?
Laura: Ever had a job before?
Raul: Should tell you why I got fired from my last one?
Laura: Would you like to?
Raul: Um...would you think badly of me if I told you that I plunged a salad fork deep into a coworker's arm?
Laura: Are you a cannibal?
Raul: Would it bother you if I was?
Laura: Uh...well, maybe a little...
[Noisemaker sounds. Laura steps back, Kara steps forward.]
Kara: Hey, why is the salad fork in your hand so red?
Raul [starts to laugh, then pulls himself together]: Would you like to find out?
Kara: Well...would I have asked if I didn't?
Raul: Have you ever heard of Hannibal Lecter?
Kara: [gasps] That's you?
Raul [pretends to come at her with the fork]: Any last requests before you become my next victim?
Kara: Uh...how about "Bohemian Rhapsody?"
[Raul laughs. Noisemaker sounds to end the game.]
Jake: All right, that's it! C'mon back! [The panelists do so.] "Bohemian Rhapsody". Yeah, that'd sure be my last request. [He looks bewildered.] All right, our next game is called "Superheroes." It's for all four of you.
[All stand and gather.]
Kara: Are we ever going to do a game that isn't copped off Whose Line?
Jake: As soon as we find one, sure.
[Kara shrugs]
Jake: This game is for everybody, as I said, but Raul is going to start. He's going to be a superhero, and they'll name each other as they come in, and that stuff. I mean, you all know what's happening. So where should we get our suggestion for who Raul should be? ...Hey, Joey, give us a superhero.
Laura: She's behind the camera, though...
Jake: Ah, so what? We can't just follow Whose Line to the letter.
Laura: True...
Joey: How about...um...Black-Belt Karate Kid?
Jake: Sounds all right to me. And a crisis?
Joey: Oh...I'll be cliched and fit the crisis to the hero. Um, there's no sushi anywhere in the world.
[Raul shrugs]
Raul: That's no crisis to me. You ever try sushi?
Jake: Well, you're Black-Belt Karate Kid, so you have to like sushi.
Raul: Aw, I can't be the vegetarian Black-Belt Karate Kid?
Jake: Oh, whatever--just go, just go!
Raul [makes karate moves] Waa! Waa! ...There, now that I've sliced that head of lettuce in half, I think I'll make myself a salad.
[Others laugh.]
Raul: But first I'll see what's going on in the world through my amazing World Crisis Newspaper--see, I'm too poor to afford a World Crisis Monitor like all the Whose Line superheroes--oh, look at this! All the world's sushi is gone! If we don't get it back, well...the Sushi Lovers of America Club will have no reason to exist--and of course we couldn't have that, could we? I hope I can get some help here!
[Kara jumps in]
Kara: Hey, I'm here! What's going on?
Raul: Ah, the Says-All-Her-Sentences-Backwards Kid! Welcome!
[Kara stops a second, taken aback. Raul grins at her.]
Kara: Here...be...to good!
Raul: There's no sushi anywhere in the world!
Kara: No, oh! Sushi no!
[Jake laughs off-camera.]
Raul: What can we do? I want to hear your whole long opinion, Says-All-Her-Sentences-Backwards Kid! C'mon, the whole nine yards! Tell me what you really think!
[Kara glares at him, but can't hide smile. Pauses.]
Kara: Superhero...next...the...for...wait? Then help get?
[Laura jumps in.]
Laura: Sorry I'm late--I got stampeded by furious sushi lovers!
Raul: I'd have karate-kicked them. Waa!
Kara: Um...
[Laura waits, smiling.]
Kara: Girl accent French the it's!
Laura: Mais oui! Huh-huh-huh, but zere eez no zu-shi anywhere...
Jake [off-camera]: Oh, jeez...
Laura [turns on Jake]: Who is zees smarty-pantalone on ze chair, uh? He who pauses between heez words...
Jake [smacks a hand to his forehead]: Oh, come on!
Kara: Host our that's! Huh, good very not?
[Jake rolls his eyes.]
Laura: Anyway...zee zu-shi, we must get it beck now, mon ami...
[Pauses, trying not to laugh, motions desperately to Callie. Callie enters.]
Callie: Hey...hey, people...I...yeah. [Shrugs, smiles.] [Aside to Jake and Joey] I wasn't ready, okay?
Laura: Ah, here eez Eencoherency Girl now!
[Callie giggles.]
Callie: I...yeah...you know...but...elephant in the...baking toaster...
Raul: You're not making any sense at all, Incoherency Girl! There's--waa! [executes kick]--no sushi anywhere in the world!
Kara: Anywhere sushi no! Really! It mean we!
Laura: Huh-huh-huh!
Callie: You...likely...q...frying pan...wasabi...
Raul: Q, frying pan, wasabi? ...That's it! All the sushi is in the frying pan, covered in wasabi, at the supermarket in Aisle Q! Why, you've solved it! Good work, Incoherency Girl!
Callie: I...then...it...blueberry...
[Callie leaves]
Laura [goes up to Raul]: Ze zu-shi, eet eez beck! ...I must go beck and put my escargot een zee safety deposit box...[shrugs hopelessly]...don't ask...
[Laura leaves]
Kara: Go must I, well! ...Saying I'm what tell you can?
[Raul looks at her blankly. Kara laughs.]
Kara: 'Round you see!
[Kara leaves.]
Raul: Well, that's over and done with! Back to my salad! [Imitates gong smashing] FWISSHHH! [Executes bow.]
[Noisemaker sounds.]
Jake: That was really good, you guys. Our best Superheroes yet!
Kara: Too so think I!
Jake: But since ABC would sue us, I can't award points. Sorry.
Raul: Aw. We gotta sign up with NBC, then...
Kara: Yeah, they could use some quality after the XFL.
[Laughter.]
Callie: Wait, did I miss something? Since when is this show quality? [Shrugs.]
[Further laughter.]
Jake: Ahh, okay. Next game. Let's do...[pauses]
Raul: C'mon, man, I can't take the suspense! [twitches]
Jake: In that case, let's be daring and try Two-Line Vocabulary.
Kara: Ooh, nice!
Jake: This one is for Raul, Kara, and Callie. Sorry, Laura.
Laura: Aw, nepotism! Cousin Callie gets to be in and I don't! [She grins.]
Jake: Well, we could try to give you the next game all to yourself...
Kara [laughs]: One-person hoedown!
Laura: Nooooo!
Jake: Hm, maybe not. So anyway, you three are robbers getting ready to hold up the local bank. Callie can say anything she wants...
Callie: Even "Jake is an ugly twerp"?
Jake: ...But Kara and Raul have only two lines each to use. Kara, your lines are...[thinks a minute] "Do you want some of this?" and "I can't hear you". Raul, yours are...[thinks again] "Shut up and listen" and "Sit on it".
[Raul and Kara glance at each other and shrug]
Jake: So whenever you're ready, you can start.
[Callie pretends to work at the lock on a vault.]
Callie: How'm I doing?
Kara: I can't hear you.
Callie: Well, I have to whisper.
Kara: I can't hear you.
Callie: How'm I doing?
Raul: Shut up and listen!
Callie: What? What should I do?
Raul: Sit on it!
Callie: What, the lock? The vault?
Kara: I can't hear you!
Raul [scowling at Kara]: Sit on it!
Kara [brandishing fist]: Do you want some of this?
Raul: Shut up and listen!
Kara: I can't hear you!
Callie: All right, all right! C'mon, guys, this isn't working. I need some tools!
Kara [pretends to offer one]: Do you want some of this?
Callie: Sure. Thank you. [She pries open the vault, making a creaking noise at it opens. Then she makes an alarm noise.] Oh, no! It's got an alarm inside!
Kara [shouting over the imagined din]: I can't hear you!
Callie: An alarm!
Raul: Shut up and listen!
Callie: What should I do?
Raul: Sit on it!
Callie: On the vault? How'll that help?
Raul: Sit on it!
[Callie sits.]
Callie: Hey, it's off! Good job!
Kara: I can't hear you!
Callie: The alarm must have temporarily deafened you. There's a chair over there. [Points to imaginary seat]
Raul: Sit on it.
Kara [worried]: I can't hear you! [She sits anyway.]
Callie: Now, for the money--wait, there's no money! There's only baked goods! How'd that happen?
[Kara jumps up from the imaginary chair, runs over, and grabs an imaginary piece of food.]
Kara: Do you want some of this?
Callie: Sure. [She pretends to rip off a piece and take a bite.]
[Kara turns to Raul.]
Kara: Do you want some of this?
Raul [wrinkling his nose]: Sit on it!
Kara [positions arms tae-bo style]: Do you want some of this?
[They get into a fistfight. Noisemaker sounds.]
Jake: All right, we're done! ...Another pretty good game, guys. Let's see, how many games do they usually do before the episode's over?
Raul: Probably we should do one more, declare a winner, then have them sit out while you play in one.
Jake [nodding]: Sounds good to me. So our final game, worth all sorts of points and the final criterion for the winner, will be...[grins evilly]...
Laura: Oh, no...
Jake: Oh, yes! Hoedown, everybody!
[Communal groan. All stand up and get in a line. There is some shoving and moving, since nobody wants to be first. Finally the order emerges as Kara, Laura, Callie, and Raul.]
Raul: Hey, wait a minute--Callie and Joey are the only ones who can play the piano. Where's our music coming from?
[Surprised silence.]
Joey [trying to speak quietly from behind camcorder]: Here, Jake, if you take this, I'll play it.
Jake [with a nod]: Good idea. In the meantime, since this is our first episode, I'll cut you some slack and give you the set-up time to ponder your lyrics. This hoedown will be about...[thinks]...school. Hoedown about school.
Kara: School? We haven't been there for two months!
Jake: Well, too bad. It's school.
[Pause, various noises while Joey and Jake switch, and Joey turns on Raul's keyboard and turns up the volume.]
Jake: Go 'head when you're ready, Joey.
[Joey nods. Pause. Joey begins to play. Kara bounces on her heels nervously.]
Kara: I was late for school
today, slept through my alarm;
I didn't want to get in trouble, I turned on the charm:
Brought my teacher an apple, thought it'd save my...butt...
How'd I know she'd already got one from every kid in the...class?
[speaking during the musical
interlude] Now, see, I had a rhyme there, just...
Laura: School just is not
my thing, school is very hard,
And...and...so are hoedowns...somethin' about a yard...
Whenever I have a quiz or homework or a test,
I just blank out...kind of like this...this one's a big fat mess...
[Interlude begins; Laura
buries her head in her hands and moans] I hate this game!
Callie: [spoken] Thanks for
giving me an idea, though, Laura...
[sung] School just isn't my thing, school is very hard,
But I like having recess, when I play in the schoolyard;
But every time I go to swing or slide or jump with friends,
Suddenly I hear the bell and realize recess ends.
[interlude begins; speaks
with a shrug] It's not very good, I know, but it all rhymed, which is better
than usual...
Raul: [spoken] Now watch
the master...
We had a hist'ry test, we had to write out the Preamble;
I didn't want to study, I thought I'd take a gamble;
But when we got our tests back, I felt rather inferior,
'Cause I had written 'to ourselves, and to our posterior'!
All [singing]: And to our posterior!
[Joey stops playing. All start laughing. She takes the camcorder from Jake and resumes her own taping.]
Kara [shouting and pointing to Raul]: Cop-off, cop-off, cop-off! That's right from Mr. Polaski's social studies class in the seventh grade! When we had the Preamble-writing test, he told us that the year before, one of his students had meant to write 'to ourselves and our posterity' and had written 'posterior' instead! You didn't make that up!
Raul: Hey, I made the rhymes! But you're right; that is where it's from.
Callie [laughing]: That's so funny, Raul. How'd you think to do that, even?
[Raul ducks his head.]
Raul: Uh...
Callie: Well?
Raul: Well...I kind of thought it up in advance...see, back when we first started trying the games, I was practicing that one on my own, and happened to give myself school for a topic...and that was the best one I thought of, so I remembered it. I took more time to think it up than I would have had here, though, so it wasn't quite fair. So when Jake said 'school', I figured I might as well...
Kara [facetiously shocked, with a gasp]: Cop-off and cheater! Raul Manera, I'm surprised at you! Watch the master, huh?
Raul: Well...
Jake: All right, just for that, everybody wins but Raul! You sit out; I'm taking your place for the last game!
Raul [pretending to burst into penitent sobs]: I have brought dishonor to my family! I beg your forgiveness!
Jake: Well, you're still out...but have it, then. You're pardoned.
Raul [making a ridiculously happy face]: Oh, thank you, my liege, your indomitable hostness! [He falls to the ground and throws his arms around Jake's ankles and feet, pretending to sob at them] To lose this game will be to regain my pride!
Jake [throwing out his arms to keep his balance]: Aughhh! Raul! Jeez, what's gotten into you? [Steps on Raul's arm so as not to fall over.] Sorry...
[Raul gets up and sits in Jake's chair.]
Jake: Jeesh...
Raul: What does 'indomitable' mean, anyway?
Jake: It's kind of like 'unbeatable'. You know, 'domitable' coming from 'dominant', and stuff like that.
Raul: Ah.
Kara: But anyway...
Jake: Right. Anyway, our last game tonight will be...I don't know, what do you want to see, Joey?
Joey: Hm...Party Quirks. You be the host, and let 'em think up their own.
Jake: Sounds good to me. You guys get a minute to think it up. And copping directly off Whose Line loses you five million points.
Kara: Well, then!
[Roughly a minute passes.]
Jake: All right, you're done! You can make the doorbell noise when you want, Raul. [pretends to pour chips into a bowl] Well, here's my food. I sent invitations to all the new people in the neighborhood, so they should be here any minute now...
[Raul makes a bell noise. Jake opens the door for Callie.]
Jake: Well, g'day, mate! What's happenin'?
[Callie walks in on tiptoes, stomach sucked way in, flounces her hair.]
Callie: Hi, not much is up! I'm amazed I can walk like this, though! I'm so out of proportion! [Giggles shrilly, flounces hair again]
Jake: Well, you want some food? I've got chips, pretzels, sandwiches...
Callie: You have anything plastic?
Jake [bewildered]: Plastic?
[Raul makes a bell noise.]
Jake: I've got to get that. ...You're not some cheerleader, are you? ...No? Well, I'll come back to you. [Pulls imaginary door open.] Hi, Laura!
[Laura has borrowed Kara's hair tie and has pulled her hair into a low ponytail, tucking as much of it into the back of her shirt as possible. She is holding her bangs back with one hand so that her forehead is completely bare. She has also taken her glasses off.]
Laura: Hey, have you seen a smart aleck around here that's even taller than me?
Jake: No...what's with the hair?
Laura [grabs Jake's T-shirt collar, brings his face a few inches from hers]: There's nothing wrong with my hair! You say that once more and I'll... [Suddenly releases Jake, cocks head as though listening to someone] ...What's that? No! Not another hoedown! ...I don't care! [collapses in a pseudo-faint, speaks from floor] ...Can't we play Moving People instead?
[Jake, Raul, and Callie are all laughing.]
Jake: Why, we've a celebrity in our midst! You're Colin Mochrie, from Whose Line! Clive-Anderson-era, to be exact!
[Laura taps her nose and nods, then gets up and goes back to her chair.]
Jake [turning to Callie]: As for you...how's life been?
Callie: Oh, the usual--dating, driving around in my pink plastic car, having Aqua make up songs about me, planning my dream house...
Jake: Oh! ...Another celebrity, wow! I think Ken is over there, Barbie.
[Callie nods, goes back to her chair. Raul makes a doorbell noise.]
Jake: Well, one more guest to let in--so I hope, anyway, that there's only one! Hello!
[Kara jumps onto the scene.]
Kara: I'm back from all my travels! [executes karate kick] Waa! Got any salad?
Jake: You're...you're...
Kara: By name, now! Bet you can't...
Jake: Aww...you're...oh, what'd we call you? Ah...Karate Boy?
Kara: Nope. Waa!
Jake: Chan-Man? No, that's not right...
Kara: Getting colder...do I have to find my friend Time-Travel Kid to take you back to that game? Or would Stops-All-Pausing-Between-Words Man be better?
Jake [sighs]: It's old, Kara. ...Black-Belt Karate Kid! That's it!
[Kara bows, bangs an imaginary gong.] Bwo-o-o-ong! You win, Jakey! I couldn't think of anyone else. Now who reads the credits?
Jake: We don't have any, Bright One!
Kara: Ah.
Jake: So that's really all. On behalf of the Supertown Hotshots, this ends Episode 1...
Kara: ...The Phantom Maniacs!
Jake: ...Right. Good night, everybody!
[Camera cuts.]