(The story begin at Echo Creek Academy as Star is carrying a big box.)
Star:Marco! Check it out, They're here!
Marco:What's here?
Star:Our fake band t-Shirts that we ordered from that site last night.
Marco:What?
Star:Last night, I asked you if you wanted to be in a band and you said...
(A flashback of the previous night shows Star and Marco at the computer)
Marco:Yes, I wanna be in a band with you. Alright, but we gotta have a cool band name. What do you think of "Cool Magic"?
Star:"Face Punch."
Marco:"Rad 'N' Subtract."
Star:"Helicopter Crash."
Marco:What about "Mustache Cash Stash"?
Star:That's it! That's it!
Marco:Order the shirts! Order the shirts!
(The flashback ends)
Marco:Oh yeah, T-Shirts.
Star:Check it out. Bam!(Pulls out a "Marco and the Star" t-shirt)
Marco:Marco and the Stars? What happened to Mustache Cash Stash?
Star:I changed it. Awesome, right?(Throws a t-shirt at Marco)
Marco:But that's just our names. We aren't really going to wear these around, are we?
(Star puts on the shirt. Marco looks at her disapprovingly)
Jackie:Woah, rad shirts! What are those for?
Star: They're for our band.
Jackie: You guys are in a band? "Mordecai and the Rigbys"? That's so cool.
Marco: No, no, no, we're not in a band, heh...
Jackie:(skeptically)So, what, it's some sort of fake band?
Marco: No, it's a real band, but just... not a big deal, you know?
Jackie:(gasps)Your band should play at the talent show tomorrow night.(Hands Marco and Star a flyer)
Marco: Yeah, for sure, uh... totally.
Jackie: Awesome. I can't wait to see you guys play. Well, I guess I'll see you then.
Marco: Yeah... see you then... then.(Faceplants on the table)
Rigby: What was that?
Marco: I don't know! I just didn't want her to think we had a stupid fake band!
Star: But now we gotta play that talent show tomorrow!
Marco: OK, OK, we can totally do this. We just gotta learn one song by tomorrow night.
Star: One song?
Marco: One song.
(Cuts to the house. Inside the garage, Star and Marco turn on their amps, and are shown wielding guitars)
Marco: Ready?
Star: Shreddy.
Marco: One, two, three, four!
(They fumble aimlessly at the strings, producing distorted noise)
Marco: OK, stop, stop. We need help.
(Cuts to Star' room, where Star call her dad on her mirror.)
River: A two-kids ensemble? What a charming idea!
Marco: How'd you learn to be so good, River?
River: Ah-ha!( he pulls out some records. The first is 'How to be a Musician' by 'Sir Geoffrey')Throw these records on the old talking machine and you'll be ready for your talent show in no time!
Marco: Agh, you know about the talent show?
River: Yes Star told me about the talent show, and We're all going to be there!
Marco: Star!
Star: Sorry I just have to tell my parents about the talent show.
Marco: Augh!
(Cuts back to the garage. Star places the first record on an old-time gramaphone)
Star: Wait. If we're gonna learn this in time, then you gotta take this seriously.
Marco: What?
Star: Put on the shirt.
Marco: Fine.(Puts on his Marco and the Stars t-shirt)Play the record.
(Star winds up the gramaphone and places the needle. A scratchy recording is heard)
Sir Geoffrey: So, you want to become a musician? Bravo! Now, what is the first thing all good musicians require?
Marco: Talent?
Sir Geoffrey: Yes! Good personal hygieneisthe key to becoming a successful gentleman musician!
Marco:(Talks over the record)Augh, this is gonna take like ten years!
Star: Yeah, and there's still two more after this one!(Holds up the remaining two records)
Marco: There's gotta be a faster way.
Sir Geoffrey: ... all washed up? Good! Now just locate your...
Star: All three at once?
(Cuts to Star and Marco setting three records. Sir Geoffrey talks over himself as they strum badly at their guitars once again)
Sir Geoffrey:(from three speakers)... one, two, three... A minor seventh... Harmonic can be tapped...
Star: This isn't working! I can't understand anything!
Marco: We gotta keep going. Do you wanna look like an idiot at the talent show?
(Marco shoves Star, who backs into an amp, knocking an opened soda can onto the floor. The soda flows over to power strip on the floor, causing a small electrical fire and plenty of sparks. The power strip explodes, and a bolt of yellow energy flows up through the cables into the gramaphone needles. The gramaphones shoot yellow power through the room and onto the ceiling as Star and Marco scream. Suddenly the room goes black)
Marco: What was that?
(The light re-appears and the room glows yellow, buzzing)
Marco: Star, what's happening?!
Star: I don't know!
(The gramaphones levitate into mid air, focus their power into a central ball, spin around, then shoot a focused beam onto the floor. Stylised silhouettes of Star and Marco appear. The new Marco arm, clad in red, reaches out, and present Star and Marco's guitars float away towards the new future version of themselves)
Star and Marco: Woah!
(The future Star and Marco launch into superb guitar solos. Future Marco has a goatee and shades, and is dressed somewhat like Michael Jackson; future Star is wearing a flannel shirt and shades, skin-tight purple pants, pink boots, )
Star and Marco: Woooaaah...
Marco: Who are you guys?
Future Marco:(in British accent)We're Marco and Star. Who the blazes are you?
Marco: Uhh...
Future Marco: Hah! Just kiddin'. We know who you are. Coz we're you in ten years!
Future Star:(in British accent)You don't know it yet, but this is the moment where we teach you how to rock!(Makes metal sign with right hand)
Marco: Dude, this is perfect!
Star: Wait, wait. We stink, and if you're us, doesn't that mean you stink too?
Future Marco: Didn't you just hear us play?
Future Star: Yeah, we're super-successful musicians in the future.
Marco: Yeah, look at us! We're wearing sunglasses!
Future Star: Our future's so bright, we gotta wear shades.
Star: Awesome! Oh, hey, in the future, do we get that thing we always wanted?
Future Star: Oh, we got it.(Pulls up shirt to reveal a magic pony tattoo on her arm, which ride when she moves her arm)
Star:Awesome!
Marco:Oh, hey, in the future, do I get to go out with Jackie?
Future Marco: Huh!(Suggestively)I wouldn't wanna ruin the surprise.
Marco: Aww.
Future Marco: Look. We promise we'll get you ready for tomorrow night's gig if you're willing to put in the work.
Marco: Yeah, whatever it takes.
Future Star: We said the same thing ten years ago.
Star and Marco: Awesome!
Future Marco: Let's rock!
(A montage shows in which, to the backing of the future Star and Marco's hit song, they teach the present Marco and Star all about rock moves and stances. They don't teach them at any time how to actually play an instrument - they practice on brooms and try on new clothes, struggling to walk in their skin-tight pants. The montage ends with future Star and Marco sitting on the amps applauding their old selves)
Future Marco: That's it. You're ready!
Star and Marco: What?
Marco: But we never learned how to play!
Star: We haven't even picked up a guitar.
Marco: Come on, we got the look, we've got the moves down, I know the lyrics backwards and forwards. Just teach us how to play!
Future Marco: Woah, woah, woah! Don't worry. You know enough. You're gonna be fine. Besides, it's too late to teach you anything else. Gig's in 20 minutes.
Marco: We're screwed.
(Cuts to the Echo Creek Academyauditorium, where an excited crowd is going inside. In the auditorium we see Angel playing a solo piece to wild acclaim. Moon, River and thr Diaz enter and take seats)
Angel:(sings)... You're my sweet little baby, and I think I might be crazy for you...
Moon: I can't believe they're gonna play tonight. Star have never even picked up an instrument. This is gonna be a trainwreck.
River: Woo, I love trains!
Angel:(sings)... my sweet little baby, and I think I might be crazy for you.(song ends to wild applause. Mordecai and Rigby watch from behind a curtain)
Star: Dang!
Marco: Yeah.(Marco walks backstage, holding his stomach and groaning. Star picks up a box)
Star: Should I hand out the last of the t-shirts?
Marco: You brought the t-shirts?
Star: Yeah, for the fans.
Marco: Star, we don't even have any fans.(Grabs the box of t-shirts)
(Jackie enters from through the curtain)
Jackie: Oh, wow! You guys look like rock stars. Hey, can I have one of those?
Marco: Uh, yeah...(chuckles nervously)Here's a small.
(Jackie struggles to pull on the shirt. Marco watches slack-jawed and drops the box. Jackie eventually manages to get the shirt on)
Jackie: How do I look?
Marco:(pause)Amazing.
Jackie: I can hand these out for you guys. Get everyone pumped for the closing act.
Marco and Star: Closing act?
Jackie: Yeah, save the best for last. Well, break a leg, guys. I can't wait.
Principal Skeeves:(from through the curtain)And finally, give it up for Marco and the Stars! Yeah, come on!
(The Future Star and Marco enter the dressing room)
Future Marco: Sorry we're late.
Marco: Where've you two been?
Future Marco: We had to get you these.(holds up glowing guitar picks with a lightning motif)
Marco: Picks?! But we still don't even know how to play!
Future Marco: Just go out there, you'll be great. Just like we were ten years ago.
Marco: But...
Future Marco:(shoving Star and Marco through the curtain)Crowd's waitin'! Go on!
(Star and Marco appear next to the stage. The crowd, dressed in the t-shirts, cheers for them. They take to the stage under the 'TALENT SHOW' banner. They put on their guitars and plug them into the amps as Marco takes the mic)
Marco: Uhh...
(Ferguson is seen at the back of the crowd, standing on his chair.)
Ferguson: Come on, ladies, play us a tasty lick!
(Star and Marco look at each other helplessly. Future Star motions to Star to strum her guitar. Star does so and a perfect chord comes out. Marco does the same, then they both launch into brilliant lead guitar parts)
Moon: Holy crud!
(Marco starts to sing the song)
Marco: Your eyes starin' into my eyes, who am I but a guy with two eyes on the prize, and the prize in my eyes is ten times the surprise in your eyes as I kiss you goodnight. / The smile is the fire that lights my soul, gonna remember it until I grow old, cause life's too short, we've gotta do things right, so baby let's just party toni-ight. / Baby, let's just party toni-ight.
(More solos follow, but Marco drops his pick. Struggling to lift it up, he hears his guitar part still playing, and his singing part still going, even though he's away from the mic. His guitar, he sees, is plugged into the amp, but the amp isn't plugged into anything.)
Marco:(yelling)Star!
(Star is still rocking out. The crowd cheers as Marco waves his arms to stop them.)
Star: No! Augh!(Marco sees a CD player at the side of the stage. Future Star and Marco wave and play air-guitar. Marco rushes over and turns off the CD, and the crowd falls silent but for a few calls of "What?")
Star:(still playing the unplugged electric guitar, badly)Uhuh! Yeah! Yeah, baby!
Marco: You can stop now.
(The crowd boos and heckles)
Marco: Wait, wait. I can explain, I can explain! We were lip-synching.
(The crowd boos again. Many throw their t-shirts onto the stage in disgust)
Marco: Hey, look, I don't blame you. We thought we could just order some t-shirts and pass ourselves off as a band. But it turns out, playing music's really hard to do. We just got caught up in the dream, man. And just for a little while, it was real. But that's over. And lip-synching's not cool. So we're breaking up the band.
Future Marco:(runs onto the stage with Future Star)Why'd you stop? It was going great.
Marco: You tricked us into lip-synching!
Future Marco: Look. We've become rich and famous because of lip-synching. Don't you wanna be a part of that?
Marco:(angry)No, that's lame! You may be me, but that's not the me I wanna be.
Star: Me neither!
Marco: Marco and the Stars is over.(The two take off their t-shirts. Future Star and Future Marco begin to fade from view)
Future Marco and Future Star: Woah, woah!
Future Marco: OK, dude. Think about what you're doing.
Future Star: Yeah, stop!
Future Marco: If you break up the band, what are we gonna do in the future?
Marco: I wouldn't wanna ruin the surprise.(Marco starts to rip his t-shirt)
Future Star and Future Marco: Nooo!
(The t-shirt rips in two. Future Star and Future Marco explode in a ball of white light, dazzling the crowd. After a moment of shocked silence, Moon rises to her feet and claps. Slowly the rest of the crowd joins in)
River: Yeah-heah! Alright!
(The crowd cheers more)
Star: I don't know why you thought this talent show would be embarrassing. This is awesome!
Jackie:(waving through the crowd)Marco! Marco!
Marco:(waving back and fighting through)Jackie! Jackie! Jackie!
Jackie: Marco!
Marco: Jackie!
Jackie: That was pretty cool, what you said up there.
Marco: Thanks, Jackie.
Jackie: Oh, hey, have you met my new boyfriend, Angel?
(Marco looks stunned)
Angel: C'mon, baby. We don't wanna be late for our(sings)dinner reserva-ations.
Jackie: Oh, yeah. See you, guys! Oh, Angel, you have such a great voice.
(Star and Marco stand alone)
Star:(pause) Maybe you should have just kept lip-synching.