[The story begins with a long shot of Brittney's house, while an excerpt of "Largo Al Factotum" from "The Barber of Seville" plays. Cut to the outside of Brittney's house,, the camera then cuts to the blue sign on Squidward's bathroom door that says " Brittney's house,; DO NOT ENTER." Then pans down to another sign below it that says "unless you are BRITTNEY." Cut to the inside of Brittney's bathroom. A silhouette of Brittney is seen in the shower curtain. Brittney takes a shallow breath]
Brittney: [off-key] Fi-ga-ro. Figaro! [pauses, then stretches her arms wide] Fi-ga-ro! [the scene cuts to the outside] Fi-ga-ro! Figaro, Figaro, Figaro-Figaro-Figaro-Figaro-Figaro-Figaro-Figaro-Figaro! [the scene cuts back inside] Fi-ga-ro! [she then coughs, turns the water off, and steps out of the shower. Cut to the toilet paper and the toilet. The toilet frowns and groans in despair. Cut to the toilet paper]
Toilet paper: Don't feel bad. She didn't use me yesterday either.
Brittney: La la la la la la la! [puts on a robe and scarf in front of the mirror and grabs a photo of the Women's Chorus] I am anxious to look good and make a strong first impression, as I share to my singing skills with the famed Echo Cree Women's Chorus. La, la-la-la. But I needn't be too anxious, for once they hear this master's voice, they'll give me the Lead Solo for sure! Fi-ga-ro! [walks outside and passes Star laying on the ground] Huh? [walks toward Star] Well, looks like a forlorn Star Butterface lying sprawled across the dirt.
Star: [sighs loudly]
Brittney: [looks at camera] Obviously depressed... [smiles] Oh, what a lovely day! For me! [laughs until Star grabs one of her legs] Huh?
Star: Brittney? My friend, Marco is away, at a family reunion. Sad and alone, I am desperate for something to do. [Coughs]
Brittney: Than why do go you with him to his family reunion?
Star: I can't ever since I hang up on Marco Grandma Marco said only the Diaz family is going to their family reunion.
[Coughs] [cuts to Brittney's face, then her legs. removes Star's hand from her leg]
Brittney: Well, I have no time for the likes of you.
Star: Brittney? Where are you going, all dressed up?
Brittney: None of your business!
Star: Can I come?
Brittney: And no you can't.
Star: Are you going to a fancy store?
Brittney: No.
Star: A fancy party?
Brittney: No.
Star: A hot fancy pants date?
Brittney: No!
Star: Can I come? Can I come? Can I come? Can I come? Can I come? Can I come? Can I come? Can I come? Can I come?
Brittney: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! Does that answer your questions?
Star: [counts with her fingers] All except for that last one.
Brittney: [aggravated, then yells loudly] No, you can't! [sweating and pants] If you must know, I will be a feature solo for an impending concert performance with the Echo Cree Women's Chorus. I'm hitting the big time, not princess playtime. Now if you'll excuse me. [walks away]
Star: Wow.
Brittney: [putting on her glasses and helmet until Star appears. She looks at her]
Star: I may not be as good as you and your buddies,
Brittney, but I too have a song in my heart I want to share. [clears her throat loudly] Laaaaaa. [Brittney pedals away, leaving dust behind. Star coughs, hears a honk, then notices Brittney pedaling away]
Brittney: [honking the horn] Au revoir, Star Butterface! See you in nose-bleed seats! [laughs and rides away on three road bumps. She then starts singing]
Star: [in unison with Brittney, riding on Cloudy] La! La! La! La! La! La!.
Brittney: Huh?!
Star: [starts yodeling, then stops] I'm good enough to join the Women's Chorus. I promise!
Brittney: Yuck! [rides away]
Star: Perhaps Brittney didn't see me. Brittney: Fi-Ga-Ro [clearing throat] Fi-Ga-Ro!
Star: [digs out of the ground with a shovel] This giant pothole ought to get her attention.
Brittney: Fi-Ga-! [the bike crashes into the pothole, causing her to be flung into the wood]
Bee: [gathered together in one spot, until they notice Brittney] Oh! [quickly flies out of the way]
Brittney: [while bee are approaching her] Ah, I think I hit the wrong note back there. [notices the bee] What the? Star: What a lucky break! [approaches next to
Brittney, who is now completely covered by bee] Now I have a captive audience! [Brittney gets stung by the bee and screams while Star clears her throat]
Star: Laaaaa [Brittney gets stung again] Mimimimimi [Brittney gets stung while Star clears her throat] Looo! [Brittney is heard screaming] Um, Brittney, could you keep it down please? I'm trying to find my starting pitch here. Laaa! [Brittney gets stung] [The next scene is Brittney on a bike, covered in stings]
Brittney: If that rank amateur Star embarrasses me in front of the Echo Cree Choir Women, my life is ruined!
Brittney: [looks at her watch] Oh! I'm almost late for Choir Practice! Better not run into Star Butterface again or I'm doomed! Brittney: [takes a turn next to a large field of grass, then starts pedaling into it. She gets out and laughs] igaro! Figaro-Figaro-Figa-roooo!
Star: [steps out of the grasses in a policeman's hat and mustache] Stop! Stop Stop!
Brittney: [notices Star, screams then comes to a screeching halt]
Star: I here by issue you with this ticket, for reckless frowning, and failing to listen to my song!
Brittney: Your song? What are you, some kind of...
Star: That's right! I'm a singing traffic cop!
Brittney: A singing traffic ...
Star: O Sole Lo Mio...
Brittney: [rips off Star's fake mustache] Star, I will be late to practice with all of your magic tomfoolery slowing me down! [grabs the ticket and rips it up] It is a high honor to be chosen for the Echo Cree Women's Chorus, and you are not going to keep me from performing my Grand Solo!
Brittney: [ties Star to some rope, then rides away]
Brittney: Figaro! Figaro, Figaro, Fi-ga-ro!
Star: Fii-gaa-roo [Everything starts rumbling. The rope breaks off Star as she stops singing, but an echo is falls to the ground, and Cloudy come and pick her up to the choir.]
Star: [holding note while being carried down the road by Cloudy, in a beam of sunlight] [The scene cuts to Brittney arriving at the choir]
Brittney: [reads the time in her watch] Just in time! [walks inside and stands next to some choir women] Lady. [An old woman plays piano music]
Chorus: Laaaaaa!
Brittney: [loudly clears throat, interrupting chorus, clears throat for a while, which eventually dies down until he finally takes out and uses breath spray, and turns to page with music. The woman restarts playing the music.]
Choir: Oooh!
Brittney: [joins in, albeit off-key. Star is heard singing off-screen and she looks confused]
Star: [comes in door, bathed in sunlight] La! [holds note as the Cloudy bring her down]Figaro, Figaro, Fi-ga-ro! [holding note]
Choir lady: It's so beautiful!
Star: Laa, oh, oh! [holding note]
Second choir lady: That's the most wonderful singing I've heard! [sobs] Choir: [cheers]
Cloudy: [cheers] That my singing Star.
Old Pianist: Yeah, yeah, yeah! [throws a flower at Star] [As the flower is thrown to him, confetti falls atop Star, the choir women are still clapping and cheering while Brittney is not]
Third choir lady: Yo, miss Butterfly, we'd be honored if you'd the open chair, as our featured soloist!
Star: [laughs nervously] Well... I... [mumbles]
Third choir lady: We would also be honored, if you'd wear this! [opens platter with a fake mustache inside]
Star: [gasps] A mustache?! For me?!
Choir Lady: Well? Well, don't be shy! Put it on!
Star: [puts mustache on] Brittney look! [points at mustache] My very own choirman's mustache! [Brittney sighs in disappointment; Star notices and feels bad for her]
Choir Lady: Well, will you do it?
Star: Uhm... [thinks while music similar to Jeopardy's think music plays] I'll do it! But only if you find a spot for my inspiration, and great friend, Brittney!
Brittney: [face lights up happy]
Choir Lady: Deal! [cut to concert]
Star: Fi-ga-ro! [points and winks at Brittney to turn last page of music sheet] Fi-ga-ro. [Everyone applauds including Star Parents, Marco and his parents.]