(Motohama and Matsuda are cleaning out the gutters of the house. Motohama picks up the dirty leaves and puts them into a bucket)
Motohama: Augh! This is the worst.
Matsuda: I don't know, I kind of like it up here. The world seems different at this height. It makes me feel like a giant! (Roars)
Motohama: What? Look, we're not up here to enjoy the view, so will you just come and help me clean these gutters?
Matsuda: I'm helping, I'm holding the hose. Look, I'm taking a giant nut. (Positions the hose to his crotch, turns it on and pretends to take a nut) Ohhhhh.
Motohama: Yeah, well, you don't need those gloves to hold the hose. (holds up hands with mud on them) Look at this dude. Come on, let me wear them!
Matsuda: Sorry man, you should have thought about that before you threw paper, and lost to my scissors.
Motohama: Augh! Whatever, dude. Just hose this stuff off.
(Matsuda hoses the leaves out of the gutter. A cassette tape is launched into the air and hits Motohama in the head)
Motohama: Agh! (Tape falls to the ground) What the heck?!
Matsuda: Uh, sorry man.
Motohama: (Picks up tape) Weird, it's a tape. Wonder what it's doing up in the gutter.
Matsuda: Maybe it fell out of a plane.
Motohama: Nah, it's probably just trash. I wanna see how far I can chuck it.
Matsuda: Wait!
Motohama: What?
Matsuda: Don't you wanna see what band it is?
Motohama: Oh, okay. (wipes dirt off of tape to reveal the words "Solid Bold") Solid Bold? Augh, it's that single of that summertime song.
Matsuda: "Summertime Loving: Loving in the Summer (Time)"? (Motohama looks at the tape. It says exactly what Matsuda said)
Motohama: Yeah.
Matsuda: Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (He then grabs the tape) Aw, this is my jam right here!
Motohama: (annoyed) What? This song sucks.
Matsuda: Nah, you were all into it too, I remember.
Motohama: Yeah, just for that one time we were at your house and then I realized how lame it was.
Matsuda: Whatever, man. Once we pop this into the stereo, all the good memories will come flooding back, and you'll see. You'll see who's jam it is.
Motohama: (annoyed) I'm not listening to that trash.
Matsuda: You need to get your mind out of these gutters, and into the summer.
Motohama: Fine, but only because I want to take a break.
(cut to Matsuda putting tape in the stereo in there room. The song starts)
Singer: It's summertime, and you know what that means. Gonna head down to the beach, gonna do some beachy things. It's summertime and it feels just right.
Matsuda: Yea-uh!
Singer: Gonna gather all my friends and we'll party through the night. It's summertime, lo-o-ovin'. Lovin' in the summertime. (It's summertime) Summertime lo-o-ovin'. Baby, why can't you be mine?
Matsuda: Okay, this song's lame.
Motohama: (uninterested) I told you, man.
Singer: Summertime...
(Matsuda ejects tape and throws tape into garbage)
Matsuda: Man, I guess some stuff just doesn't hold on.
Motohama: Now you're making sense, and now I'm making snacks.
(cut to Motohama and Matsuda eating sandwiches)
Matsuda: It's summertime... (eats sandwich) Lo-o-ovin'... (eats again) Loving in the summertime.
Motohama: (confused) What are you doing?
Matsuda: (oblivious)What?
Motohama: You're singing that song.
Matsuda: (surprised) I am?
Motohama: (now annoyed) Yes, please stop. It's annoying.
Matsuda: I guess it's pretty catchy.
(Matsuda confusedly eats his sandwich. Cut to Motohama and Matsuda cleaning the gutters. Matsuda takes a leak like before)
Matsuda: Summertime lo-o-ovin'. Baby, why can't you be mi-
Motohama: Dude!
(cut to Motohama and Matsuda watching television. Matsuda still singing.)
Matsuda: Gonna head down to the beach, gonna do some beachy things.
Motohama: Dude!
(cut to Motohama and Matsuda were running from the Kendo Club like usual but Matsuda sings again, however, Motohama is annoyed by this song, unable to take it anymore.)
Matsuda: It's summertime lo-o-o-
Motohama: (blows up in annoyance) Dude! Shut the fuck up!
Matsuda: I'm sorry, I can't help it, it's stuck in my head, and I can't get it out.
They are now hiding in nearby bushes.
Motohama: Well, for my sanity and yours, we gotta get that song outta there.
Matsuda: Yeah, okay.
(clock transition to Motohama and Matsuda in their room)
Motohama: Okay, okay. I've got the perfect solution: Brain Explosion.
Matsuda: What? You can't explode my brain. That's gotta be illegal.
Motohama: (holds up CD) No, the band, Brain Explosion.
Matsuda: Oh, never heard of them.
Motohama: Yeah, I know, you wouldn't have. You gotta be in the know to know, you know.
Matsuda: No.
Motohama: And that's why you've never heard of them. But trust me, these guys are like real, real musicians. Just listen to some of this, and It will throw that poppy trash music right out of your head. (puts CD in stereo)
[CD plays a triphoppy song]
Motohama: Wait, wait... Aw man, that's like the best part. [glares at Matsuda sleeping] Matsuda!
Matsuda: [startles] Lovin' in the summertime. What? Ah, I think your song just put me to sleep.
Motohama: [turns stereo off] Man, you have no taste in music.
Matsuda: Look, all I know is that this song is still stuck in my head.
Motohama: Alright, well, what if we sit down and listen to the entire summertime song beginning to end. [retrieves summertime casette from trash] That way your brain'll have closure and then it can move on. [puts casette into stereo]
Singer: It's summertime and you know what that means. Gonna head down to the beach, gonna do some beachy things.
Motohama: [walks out of room] I can't stand this, I'm gonna wait outside.
Singer: It's summertime and it feels just right. gonna gather all my friends and we'll party through the night...
[Timeskip where Matsuda is sitting on the bed, song is still playing]
Singer: Summertime lo-o-ovin'. Baby, why can't you be mine?
[Timeskip where Matsuda is lying against the nightstand, song is still playing]
Singer: Summertime lo-o-ovin'. Lovin' in the summertime.
[Matsuda turns tape off, Motohama opens the door]
Motohama: Well, did it work?
Matsuda: (in the tune of the song) I think it worked, but I can't be sure. So maybe I should listen to the song a little bit more.
Motohama: Aw, man! It's even worse now. Time to take a different approach.
[Montage of Motohama and Matsuda doing various things to get the song unstuck, like sticking Matsuda's head in a toilet, using loud objects and finally Sora hitting Matsuda on the head with a broom. Cut to Matsuda taking his helmet off]
Matsuda: Wait. Stop. Stop. It's not working. The stupid song's still stuck in my head.
Sora: You have a song stuck in your head?
[Matsuda throws helmet at Muscle Man, much to his annoyance. Cut to Motohama and Matsuda in their bedroom]
Motohama: Man, we're running out of options here. Let's see.
[The song starts playing]
Motohama: Dude, turn it off, I'm trying to think. Dude, stop playing the tape we've already tried- [turns and gasps]
[Matsuda is floating with a purple beam coming out of his mouth and pupils dilated. He suddenly goes back to normal and the song stops playing]
Motohama: Dude, what's wrong with you?!
Matsuda: I don't- [floats again, goes back to normal] -know! I can't- [floats again, goes back to normal] -control it! [floats again]
Motohama: We gotta find Naofumi.
[Cut to Motohama and Matsuda in Naofumi' room]
Naofumi: Yeah, I've seen this before. Hold still. [holds floating Matsuda and punches him]
Matsuda: Oww! What was that for?!
Naofumi: You're not thinking about the song anymore, are you?
[Naofumi and Motohama laugh]
Matsuda: It's not funny- [floats again, goes back to normal] -see and it didn't even work.
Naofumi: Look, seriously, I don't know what's wrong with you. Just sleep it off, you'll probably forget about it in the morning.
[Cut to Matsuda's mind whilst sleeping. The background is empty]
Dream Matsuda: Hello? [walks] Hello?
[Large speaker emerges from ground playing the song. Matsuda runs and another speaker emerges]
Dream Matsuda: Get out, get out! [screams]
[Matsuda digs into his ear and pulls out the cassette and throws it far away. He laughs victoriously but suddenly, a giant shadow emerges and runs towards Matsuda. Matsuda wakes up]
Matsuda: The song. It's gone! [runs to Motohama who is asleep.] Motohama! Motohama!
Motohama: Huh? What's up?
Matsuda: The song's not in my head anymore!
Motohama: That's awesome, dude. Now we never have to hear that dumb song again.
(Suddenly, they hear the song again. Motohama and Matsuda gasp. To Motohama's and Matsuda's horror, they realize that the situation has gone much worse than they thought. Although, they were able to get the casket out of Matsuda's head, but now with the cassette free, it manifestated itself into physical form. Now he's large cassette with stick arms and legs and red sunglasses.)
Motohama: What the fuck is that?
(The giant cassette continues to play.)
Matsuda: (horrified) I have no idea what the fuck I'm looking at.
Motohama: I think the song must've left your head and manifested itself into a physical form.
Matsuda: Well, does it have an "Off" switch?
Motohama: I don't know.
Matsuda: Hey, dancing song dude! Knock it off! Dude, come on, quit it! Seriously, man! I'm sick and tired of this shit song!
[Cassette drums on Matsuda's head]
Matsuda: Get off! [tackles cassette and goes right through it] Holy shit, it's a ghost tape!
Motohama: Dude. Calm down. It's not a ghost. It's just music. You can't touch music. But music can touch you.
Matsuda: Oh, fuck. How do we get rid of it?
Motohama: I don't know. If we just ignore it, it'll probably just go away.
[Montage of Motohama and Matsuda doing everyday activities with the cassette dancing around them. Everyone, especially Roy, gets annoyed, Roy leaves in annoyance as the others walk away extremely irritated. Cut to Motohama and Matsuda. Unable to stand anymore of this song, the duo are seen going into a room and locking it.]
Motohama: Dude that's it, we gotta do something about this.
Matsuda: What can we do? He's unstoppable!
Motohama: We gotta fight fire with fire.
Matsuda: Dude, hello. Fire's just gonna go right through him.
Motohama: No dude, we gotta battle him with our own song.
Matsuda: What?
Motohama: We're gonna write the cheesiest, most repetitive, catchiest song ever, and we'll see how he likes it.
Matsuda: Aw, snap!
Motohama: And that's the perfect title!
[Cassette comes running down the hall then walks through the wall]
Motohama: Come on!
[Motohama and Matsuda exit. They run into Roshi]
Motohama and Matsuda: Roshi!
Motohama: We need you to distract the "Summertime" Song.
Roshi: But I can't stand that song.
Motohama: I know. We're gonna get rid of it for good. But we need you to buy us some time, so just go dance with him and pretend like you're having fun.
Roshi: Alright, then.
Motohama: Thanks, Roshi.
[Motohama and Matsuda run away]
Roshi: But I'm not going to use my best dance moves!
[Cassette comes up to Roshi. Cut to Motohama and Matsuda opening the garage door and walking up to the keyboard]
Motohama: Okay, song, song... [plays some notes] Okay, we'll just repeat that. And lyrics, go.
Matsuda: Uh, Summertime loving.
Motohama: No, dude, come on. Give me something I can use. What do you like?
Matsuda: Partying.
Motohama: Yeah, uh huh. Uh huh.
Matsuda: Porn. Oh, naps! I love naps.
Motohama: Alright, good enough.
Naofumi: Okay, I'm here. And I brought my bass.
Motohama: Wait. How did you...
Naofumi: I know everything, remember?
Motohama and Matsuda: Whoa...
Naofumi: Nah, I'm just yanking you. I taking a shit and I heard your plan.
Motohama and Matsuda: Ugh!
Naofumi: Let's roll.
[Cut to Roshi and the cassette]
Motohama: (on walkie talkie) Roshi, come in, Roshi.
Roshi: Yes, hello?
Motohama: I need you to lure the "summertime" song outside, okay?
Roshi: Yes, okay. [to the cassette] The party continues this way, my friend.
[Roshi and the cassette run down the stairs. Cut to Motohama, Matsuda and Naofumi setting up]
Motohama: Okay, get ready guys.
Sora: Wait up! Don't start the party without us, fellas.
Motohama: Whoa! Sora, you play something?
Naofumi: Yeah, Sora blows a mean piece of brass.
Sora: Yeah. [plays some notes on his trumpet] And you know who else blows a mean piece of brass?
Matsuda: Here they come!
Motohama: Roshi!
[Roshi runs to the keyboard]
Matsuda: [tapping tambourine] One, two, three, four!
Motohama, Matsuda, Naofumi and Roshi: Aw, snap! Aw, snap! Come to our Porn party and we'll take a nap. Aw, snap! Aw, snap! Come to our Porn party and we'll take a nap. Aw, snap! Aw, snap! Come to our Porn party and we'll take a nap...
[Cassette hits back with sound waves by playing the song. The waves drown them out]
Motohama: Louder! Come on!
Motohama, Matsuda, Naofumi and Roshi: Aw, snap! Aw, snap! Come to our Porn party and we'll take a nap. Aw, snap! Aw, snap! Come to our Porn party and we'll take a nap.
[Their sound waves knock the cassette over. The cassette shoots a purple beam and they shoot out a green one. Two giant musicians appear in the sky and fight.]
Motohama, Matsuda, Naofumi and Roshi: Aw, snap! [slower] Aw, snap! [more slower] Aw, snap!
[The combined sound waves knock down the Snack Bar and shatter Roy's window. Roy looks out his window and runs out the door. The cassette's giant musician overpowers their giant musician]
Matsuda: He's too strong!
Motohama: No, we can do it!
[Motohama collapses and sees Roy driving the golf cart towards them]
Motohama: Oh, shit! Roy!
Roy: [stops the cart] Unbelievable!
Motohama: Look Roy, we didn't mean-
Roy: [gets on top of the cart] You guys forgot the most important thing about writing a catchy song. [reveals a drum set on top of the cart]
Motohama and Matsuda: Whoa!
Roy: It's gotta have a beat. [begins drumming impressively]
[Roy taps his drum sticks and they resume playing]
Roy, Motohama, Matsuda, Naofumi and Roshi: Aw, snap! Aw, snap! Come to our Porn party and we'll take a nap.
[Their giant musician begins overpowering the cassette's giant musician.]
Roy, Motohama, Matsuda, Naofumi and Roshi: Aw, snap! Aw, snap! Come to our Porn party and we'll take a nap. Aw, snap!
[Their giant musician smashes the cassette's giant musician, the cassette explodes.]
Motohama: Man, Roy, that was amazing. I didn't know you could play the drums like that.
Roy: Well, it's a funny story.
Matsuda: [pupils dilated] Aw, snap! Aw, snap! Come to our Porn party and we'll take a nap. Aw, snap! Aw, snap! Come to our Porn party and we'll take a nap.
Everyone except Matsuda: (much to their dismay and horror) Nooo!