Guys, we gotta go for broke. We have to do the talent show. We don't take orders from you anymore. Yeah. You said it. We're tired of being bossed around all the time. Okay, I admit that lately on some select occasions, I may have been a little on the bossy side. Huh? Okay, okay, I've been a lot on the bossy side. You happy? And I shouldn't have bet that money without asking you all first. But this is our last chance to save Grandma's bakery and our tree house. You're not the leader anymore. Well, then who is the leader? I guess we're all the leaders now. It's a democracy. Yeah, democracy. Fair enough. So I'd like to propose something to all the leaders of the club. The grand prize to the talent show is $10,000. That's more than enough to stop Big Ray and Waldo. But we've hardly practiced. And when we have, we've been terrible. Stinky. What chance do we really have of winning that show? None, if we don't try. You know, this club is like one of Grandma's cupcakes. You mean bad for our teeth? No. We're like the ingredients. Separately, we don't taste very good. Huh? But together, we're like an awesome cupcake or something. All I'm saying is, we're better together than we are apart. Now who's in? Anyone? Anyone? All right, guys, the International Silver String Submarine Band is playing tonight. Gather up your instruments.