Donna was reading a "Pretty Princess" comic book, then she heard Flo Rida's "Club Can't Handle Me." She decided to dance to it. Stitch, Groot, and Vee decided to dance to it too.
"Let's boogie!" shouted Donna as they started dancing.
You know I know how
To make 'em stop and stare as I zone out
The club can't even handle me right now
Watchin' you watchin' me I go all out
The club can't even handle me right now
The club can't even handle me right now
Hey
I own the night and I don't need any help
Gotta be the feeling that Scarface player
Stuntin' go wild can't handle this plan
Life of the club arrogant, like yeah!
Top like money all the girls just melt
Want so many all know me like twelve
Look like cash and they all just stare
Bottles, Models, standin' on chairs
Fall out cause that's the business
All out it's so ridiculous
Zone out so much attention
Scream out I'm in the building (hey!)
They watchin' I know this
I'm rockin' I'm rolling
I'm holding, I know it
You know it
"You got moves!" Stitch shouted.
"Now that's how you hip hop," smiled Vee.
Suddenly, Donna got an email. "It's an email from Camille Gage," she said.
Groot informed, "I am Groot (That's Tyler Gage's sister)."
Donna nodded and explained, "Recently, Camille and a tight-knit group of New York City street dancers found themselves pitted against the world's best hip-hop dancers in a high-stakes showdown."
"Really?" Stitch asked.
"They did," Donna answered. "And this email is going to tell us all about what happened in the big apple. I hope they meet up with Corazana and Senon."
"Meega too," Stitch smiled. "I miss New York"
"Me too, Stitch," Donna replied, "but we get to read about New York."