Groovy Beats

==Synopsis==
Uncle Grandpa will sing the blues with the groovy jazz.
==Character Appearences==
*Uncle Grandpa
*Belly Bag (Non-Speaking)
*Pizza Steve
*Mr. Gus
*Giant Realistic Flying Tiger
*Jazzman
*Lily
==Transcript==
==Opening==
*(Uncle Grandpa Head Zooms In)
*Uncle Grandpa: Are you happy now?
*(Uncle Grandpa Head Explodes And Uncle Grandpa Logo With A Cartoon Network Original Is Showing)
==At the UG RV==
*Uncle Grandpa: (sighs) There is nothing like a tea with a sweet flour in it. What's that, you say? There's no sweet flour here? Well, not yet! [Uncle Grandpa puts the sweet flour out of the drawer. Uncle Grandpa pats sweet flour in the tea.] There we go. Good as new.
*Mr. Gus: Uncle Grandpa, what the heck are you doing in the kitchen!?
*Uncle Grandpa: What are ya talking about, Mr. Gus? We are the pals friend and we are wann have fun. So anyways... what's the secret agent? [Uncle Grandpa dressed like a spy]
*Mr. Gus: You cannot be a spy, Uncle Grandpa.
*Pizza Steve: Yeah, Uncle G. That's the rules.
*Uncle Grandpa: Oh yeah. Good point. [GRFT roars] Okay okay. Fine. I'll take it off. Geez! [Uncle Grandpa wears off the spy costume.]
*Mr. Gus: So look at this gap! You're horrible! And you can't breathe!
*Uncle Grandpa: NO! Help! I can't breathe! I can't breathe! [Gasps]
*Mr. Gus: Awww, put the cork on it. [Uncle Grandpa puts a cork on his mouth.] So if you don't mind what's going on here, you can keep it on your mouth... no matter what it takes.
*Uncle Grandpa: [puts the cork out of his mouth] Hey, that's a great idea! So I remember by the visit for the blues. They can get a cool jazz and everyone is going to be super impressionable and TOTALLY GONNA SMOOCH!!! [Mr. Gus breathes in and Uncle Grandpa dashes to see the Jazzman sings. Uncle Grandpa screams happily.] It's Jazzman! My greatest blues I've ever had.
*Mr. Gus: You know the drill, you should go to the musical stage and go see Jazzman.
*Uncle Grandpa: All right! Let's go, girl! [GRFT roars and flies to the musical stage]
==At the Musical Stage==
*Uncle Grandpa: Goooooooooooood Morning!
*Jazzman: Wow, Uncle Grandpa! How nice to see you again. Now show us to your room, boy.
*Uncle Grandpa: Oh boy! I'm so happy, I can hardly contain myself! Now that's a great blues singer! So anyways... ahem... AHEM.... AHEM... AHEM.... [clear throat] Whoo! Wow! Man, that was... [coughs] sorry about [coughs] Since I got [coughs] Sorry but I got nervous. Hello, you kindly smooth jazzman. My name is UG. Also known as... UNCLE GRANDPA! Nice to meet you, sir.
*Jazzman: Nice to meet you too, Uncle Grandpa.
*Uncle Grandpa: So if you don't mind, I was going to took a jazz. Sooooo.... you like JAZZ?
*Jazzman: Yeah, that's very interesting, now if you don't mind....
*Uncle Grandpa: I'm saying it, I tell ya! I'M STAYING WITH YOU!
*Jazzman: Hmmm.. okay. I can fix with that gap. [Uncle Grandpa has a one tooth. Jazzman wicks the one tooth] There you go, that should teach ya for the lousy gap. Maybe for a little cool for whistling. [giggles]
*Uncle Grandpa: [deep voice] Wow! Thank you, Jazzman! Hey, without a gap, my voice was almost... cool. [taps his neck] Testing, testing, one, two, three. You know, with this voice, I don't need whistling. [spins] Oh, I've got to sing! [snaps his fingers and starts to sing] [sings in jazzy scats]
*Lily: Wow! Nice voice, Uncle Grandpa! That was so dreaming. Look! Uncle Grandpa was cool! He's singing the blues!
*Audience: YAY!!
*Mr. Gus: Ah, my people! [enters the lounge] Hey, hipsters. It's groovy, cats. I can dig it.
*Cool Patrons: Lame.
*Mr. Gus: Hm, turn away from me, huh? We'll just see. [checks his watch] Oh, it's past 8:00. Where is Uncle Grandpa?
*Uncle Grandpa: Hey, cool crowd. What's shaking? Oh, yeah. [enters the lounge] Hey, hipsters. It's groovy, cats. Oh, I can dig it. [One patron squeals happily and melts. Uncle Grandpa slides across the floor just as the lounge's Maître D' shows up.]
*Maître D': Oh, welcome, man. You're the coolest customer we've ever had.
*Uncle Grandpa: Oh, crazy, Daddy. Crazy. [pinches his cheek]
*Maître D': Can I seat you at the coolest table? [points to the coolest table with all the cool people in it]
*Uncle Grandpa: No, thank you. I'm here to meet up with a real cool cat. Oh, there he his. Hey, Gusroonie! [Mr. Gus struggles to get his foot out of the chair, but falls over.]
*Maître D': [deeply shocked] You're with him?
*Mr. Gus: [crawls over to Uncle Grandpa] Yes, you're with me. And he is my... duhh best...[twitches his eye and struggles to say "friend"] friend...
*Uncle Grandpa: You heard the man, folks. He's my best friend. Can you dig it? [snaps his fingers]
*Maître D': [confused] Huh? [Everyone snaps their fingers.]
*Maître D': I guess he's...cool? [sees Mr. Gus ugly-looking face]
*Cool Patron #2: I don't know, man. [sniffs Mr. Gus' armpit] Something smells lame.
*Mr. Gus: [kicks the cool patron away] Hey, Cool Grandpa, why don't you sing everybody one of your singing cool tunes?
*Uncle Grandpa: Oh, no, Daddio. I really couldn't. [Everyone snaps their fingers. Mr. Gus takes Uncle Grandpa to the stage, pushes the drummer aside, and gives him a microphone.]
*Uncle Grandpa: Well, okay, maybe just one ditty. [tips his hairdo] Then I'll get out your hair.
*Mr. Gus: And I will accompany you on my licorice stick. [slips on the stage with his clarinet and talks quietly] Just as I planned. [laughs evilly]
*Maître D': Would you care for a mute, sir? [holds up a cork] All the great jazz musicians use mutes.
*Mr. Gus: Hey, that's right, they do. Thanks, Daddio. [The Maître D' plugs Mr. Gus' clarinet with the cork.]
*Uncle Grandpa: A-one, a-two, a bop-boppity boo! [Uncle Grandpa sings. Mr. Gus plays clarinet. The guard catch Mr. Gus. A montage of Mr. Gus fails.]
*Mr. Gus: That is the final straw about the jazzman! And it either Uncle Grandpa! [Mr. Gus pull the lever and the rope crack and Mr. Gus gots Uncle Grandpa and falls through the floor.]
*Uncle Grandpa: Hey... okay. [Uncle Grandpa's tooth fixed. Regular voice] Hey, my gap's back! [Crowd gasps]
*Mr. Gus: He's not cool! He's old and everyone in the world's Uncle and Grandpa.
*Uncle Grandpa: [laughs, whistles] Sorry. [Gasps] Did you hear that!? This whistle will be stay cool because I can whistle everything. [Whistling and the crowd is whistling]
*Drummer: That's the most righteous sound I've ever heard, man. Follow the leader of cool!
*Mr. Gus: (annoyed and infuriated] Hmm, you know what? If that is what passes for "cool" now, then I don't want to be cool anymore! Hmph! [Mr. Gus leaves the stage and heads to the door in disgust. But he bumps into the security guard.] Huh? [his teeth crack and make a gap] [The security guard grabs Squidward real hard by the neck.]
*Maître D': Oh, you're not leaving this time until you pay for the damages first, Daddio.
*Mr. Gus: [whistles] This stinks.
==Intermission==
*Uncle Grandpa: Hup, two, three, BOW! Hup, two, three, BOW! [Uncle Grandpa has a bow] See? Bow! Hahahaha! Get it?
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