"Alright, Y'all," Helen said, "Who's ready to sing next?"

"Let me do this" Bodhi said, "I want to do my favorite HSM song"

"What's that Uncle Bodhi," Michael asked as the others looked confused.

"How is he your uncle," Tommy asked.

"Actually," Michael said, "He's a close friend of my folks. Sometimes people address close family friends as Aunts or Uncles."

"Sure" Aiden recalled, "Just like how George Harrison's son, "Dhani" calls Ringo, "Uncle Ringo"

How did we get from the top of the world

To the bottom of the heap'

I don't recall you mentioning

The boss is such a creep

We still have the ingredients to

Make this summer sweet

Well, I got rags instead of riches

And all these dirty dishes

Just wish I had three wishes

We've got to work, work

To work this out

We'll make things right,

The sun will shine

If we work, work

There'll be no doubt

We can still save the summer

If we work this out!

I'd rather face a seven footer

Straight up in the post

That sure beats hangin' here

And burning someone's toast.

I needed benjamins, but

This ain't worth the stress

Maybe there's a better way

To fix this greasy mess

We're a champion team,

A well-oiled machine,

And we've faced tougher

Problems than this.

I know it's a grind, but

I'm sure we can find

A way to have fun

While we get this job done

We've got to work, work

To work this out

We'll make things right

The sun will shine

If we work, work

There'll be no doubt

We can all come together

If we work this out!

"Shut up you oversized opera singer!" shouted Rocket, "I need to contact some"

He looked at Donna, knowing he might blow cover if he tells them that he used his turntables for alien contact, "Sci-Fi Loving DJS"

Donna smiled, knowing that he used his camouflage skills.

"So what do we want to sing next kids," asked Bodhi.

Caleb and Aiden got a really good suggestion, I Don't Dance.

"That's the same song what Ryan and Chad sang in HSM 2" recalled Wendy.

"Wait a minute," Jam asked, "If Aiden and Caleb are going to sing, who's going to play the piano?"

"I'll take over on piano," Linda said, "I've been taking lessons since I was a child."

As Linda started to play, Aiden and Caleb started to dance while Rocket started to get annoyed.

Hey batter batter hey batter batter swing

I've to go to just do my thing

Hey batter batter hey batter batter swing

I'll show you that it's one and the same

Baseball, dancing, same game

It's easy

Step up to the plate, start swingin

I wanna play ball now, and that's all

This is what I do

It ain't no dance that you can show me

You'll never know if you never try

There's just one little thing that stops me ev'ry time

Come on

I don't dance

I know you can

Not a chance

If I could do this, well, you could do that

But I don't dance

Hit it out of the park

I don't dance

I say you can

There's not a chance

Slide home, you score, swingin' on the dance floor

I don't dance no

Hey batter batter hey batter batter swing

I've go to just do my thing

Hey batter batter hey batter batter swing

Two-steppin', now you're up to bat

Bases loaded, do your dance

It's easy

Take your best shot, just hit it

I've got what it takes, playin' my game,

so you better spin that pitch you're gonna throw me

I'II show you how I swing

You'll never know if you never try

There's just one little thing that stops me ev'ry time

Come on

I don't dance

I know you can

Not a chance

If I could do this, well, you could do that

But I don't dance

Hit it out of the park

I don't dance

I say you can

"Take me out of the crowd!" shouted Rocket. "I don't care if they ever come here!"

Meanwhile, the Moneans were getting signals from Rocket's turntables with a mix of our friends HSM sing along. "Sir," said a Monean, "We're getting signals from a planet called, "URTH"

"URTH" replied the captain, "Well then let's blow it up for our amusement."