Author note- Okay, so this was my first ever TSL script, so don't hate me if it sux. I promise they're not ALL so melo-dramatic!

(Zack and Cody are sneaking out of the Tipton auditorium. They quietly shut the door.)

Zack: Good thing we got out of there without getting caught. (feels Cody tugging at his sleeve and turns around to see Mr. Moseby.)

Moseby: Boys, what do you think you're doing? Your mother would be crushed if she knew you weren't in there celebrating this momentous occasion with her.

Zack: But Mr. Moseby-

Moseby: (not listening) You boys and your mother have been here for a full year. And I've managed to survive, so this is a special night.

Cody: But Mr. Moseby she-

Moseby: (still going on) Indeed, for an entire year, Carey Martin has managed to fill the Tipton with beautiful music.

Zack: Well, it isn't beautiful tonight!

Moseby: Come now, what are you talking about? (he cracks open the door and we hear Carey singing horribly off-key: "I'm So Excited". Moseby makes an awful face and closes the door quickly!) Oh my.

Opening Credits

Next Day

Cody: Come on, Mr. Moseby. You have to tell her.

Moseby: I don't see why I have to be the one to tell her.

Zack: Because you drew the shortest straw, that's why.

Moseby: Well, I hardly see how drawing straws is a fair way of making me tell your mother-(stops when he realizes he's almost run into Carey.)

Carey: Tell their mother what?

Moseby: That you -uh- look ravishing in high heels?

Carey: (confused) Thank-you…I guess. Is that really what this is about?

Moseby: No, I'm afraid it isn't. It's about one of the songs you did last night. It seems that your "I'm So Excited" number, well, wasn't all that exciting.

Carey: (still a little confused) What are you saying? That I was bad?

Esteban, who is standing nearby, chimes in.

Esteban: Oooh, I saw that number on one of the videos from the surveillance cameras. It was, how they say in my country: Horrible. (Moseby gives Esteban a look of warning) Oh, look. Someone needs help with their bags. I must go! (walks away quickly)

Carey: I can't believe that I thought…oh, I'm such an idiot.

Cody: You're not an idiot, Mom.

Moseby: That's right, you're not an idiot. Now, is there anything that we can do to help?

Carey: Hmm? (lost in thought) Oh, uh, help? No, I think I just need some time alone. (Carey leaves and Moseby and the twins are left looking at each other helplessly)

2 Days Later

Moseby: Nice to see you, Mrs. Martin. It's been a couple of days.

Carey: Yeah, well, I've been busy collecting my thoughts in large, large tubs of ice cream.

Moseby: I see. About the other night-

Carey: I really can't stay and talk right now, Mr. Moseby. I'm on my way to an interview.

Moseby: A what?

Carey: An interview for another job. One as far away as I can get from singing. So can we consider this our two weeks notice?

Moseby: I don't know what to say. You're free to come and go as you please, since there's no contract. But what's the big deal about this silly song? You're still an excellent singer.

Carey: I know it's just a silly song, but the reason why I can't sing it is even sillier.

Moseby: Enlighten me if you choose, but I'll admit I am curious.

Carey: I guess I have a little time. You see, I sang that number the very first night Kurt walked into my life. And so, we decided to make it our special song and we even danced to it at our wedding.

Moseby/B An up tempo song for the first dance. Untraditional, but unique.

Carey: See that's what Kurt and I thought too. But ever since the divorce, I don't know, I just haven't been able to sing it anymore. I thought I would finally be able to the other night, but I guess I was wrong. So, now, I think I should just give singing up- at least until I can get over whatever it is that's still causing this to happen. I bet this doesn't make any sense to you does it?

Moseby: Of course it does. I won't bore you with the psychological details, but it sounds to me like you're still connecting that song to Kurt in a negative way.

Carey: Trust me, there's plenty of negative things for me to connect with. (slight laugh) Wait a second, my own boss is "shrinking" me? (jokingly) So, how much do I owe you?

Moseby: Nothing if you say you'll stay.

Carey: Sorry, Mr. Moseby, but I can't. I've made my decision and I think it's for the best. Now I really need to get to my interview. (turns to walk away, but stops for a moment) Thanks for listening, Mr. Moseby. Oh, and just think, you won't have to worry about Zack and Cody destroying the hotel anymore. (walks away)

Moseby: No more twins? I hadn't thought of that.

Zack/Cody: Mr. Moseby! Mr. Moseby! (Zack and Cody come running out of the elevator)

Moseby: Speaking of the little…what is it?

Zack: Our mom told us we're moving!

Moseby: I know. She just told me herself.

Cody: And you're just going to let her quit?

Zack: What kind of man are you?

Moseby: Please, boys, not now. I can't force your mother to stay if she doesn't want to.

Cody: But Mr. Moseby can't you-

Moseby: I'm sorry, you two, but it's out of my hands.

Zack: Some help you are!

(Boys leave. Moseby sits down in one of the hotel lobby chairs. Closing his eyes to think, he dozes off.)

Dream Land

(Mr. Moseby is walking down a foggy street. He hears a haunting voice singing: "If ever there was a heaven on earth, it's here in your arms…" He goes to see where it's coming from. He sees a homeless woman singing it to her two children but can't see their faces).

Moseby: Phew, there for a moment I thought that it was… (sees their faces) Carey! Zack? Cody? What's going on?

(distorted voices)

Cody: You let us leave.

Zack: What kind of man are you?

Cody: You let this happen to us.

Zack: Some help you are.

Carey: (singing the same line over and over) If ever there was a heaven on earth, it's here in your arms.

(All of the voices run together in a continuous repetition until Moseby wakes up frantically)

Moseby: AAAAAHHHH! This is horrible. I fell asleep on the job! Oh, what am I saying! I need to find the twins!

To Be Continued…