Isabella helps Sadie stack some boxes on shelves as they sing and dance to a song.
Sadie: I can't help it if I make a scene, stepping out of my hot pink limousine.
Isabella: I'm turning heads, and I'm stopping traffic. When I pose, they scream, and when I joke, they laugh. I've got a pair of eyes that they're getting lost in. They're hypnotized by the way I'm walking.
Sadie: I've got them dazzled like a stage magician. When I point, they look, and when I talk, they listen, well. Everybody needs a friend, and I've got you and you and you.
Isabella: So many, I can't even name them. Can you blame me?
Both: I'm too famous!
"Yeah, woo-hoo!" Steven claps, "Yeah, that was amazing! Woo-hoo-hoo, awesome!"
"Bro..." Isabella looks away.
Sadie throws a box away, flustered, "No, we-we were just- we weren't, uh-" she turns off the stereo, "Ah!"
"I didn't know you could sing, Sadie!" Steven says.
"Nobody does except for Isabella." Sadie sweats anxiously, "So, um, do you need something?"
Steven picks up some flyers from the floor, "Oh! I'm just going around helping Mr. Smiley hand out flyers for Beach-a-Palooza this year." he gasps, "You should sign up!"
"Uhhh, why?" Sadie asks.
"Because your voices are beautiful together!"
"Aw, anybody can sound fine singing along with that song." Sadie told him.
"It's so cheesy, and dumb, and-and catchy, and... we know every single word." Isabella adds.
"Perfect! Now you just need a routine. I can help you put one together!"
"Uh, really? You think people would want to hear us sing?" Sadie asks.
"Of course they would, you're great!"
"Well, everyone in town is doing something..." Isabella trails off.
"Yeah, you know what? Yeah! Who cares, right? What am I afraid of? This could be fun!"
Later...
Isabella and Sadie walk down the stairs, heading to the basement of Sadie's house.
"Down here, Steven!" Isabella calls as he follows after them.
"Woah! You sleep in a basement?" Steven asks.
"Think of it like a bunker." Isabella told him.
Steven sees a huge pile of plush toys and gasps, "Are these all yours?"
Sadie was watering a cactus, "Yeah, but, they're not really my thing. You can have one if you want."
"Err... I don't wanna break up a family!"
"So, now we have the CD, I guess we can practice singing." Sadie says.
"First we gotta figure out what you're going to wear." Steven told her.
"Bro, does it really matter?" Isabella asks.
"Ever since my act two years ago, there's been a rule that you gotta wear clothes." Steven answers.
Sadie chuckles, "Well, we weren't planning on going in our underwear."
"How about something, flashy, and sparkly, or wait, what do you think that should be your gimmick?" Steven asks.
