Mia Kitten The Movie

## Scene 1: The Concert

(Movie Started With All Of The Fans Getting Into Mia's Concert)

Fans: Mia! Mia! Mia!

(Then, Mia, Angelica, Kiki, Suzie And The Rest Of The Babies Go Through The Ticket Line)

Mia: What is with all the pushing behind me?

(Meanwhile At The Front Ticket Desk)

Ticket Lady: Here you go, girls.

(Then The Babies Were Next)

Mia: It's Mia Beakman.

We've got to get in there.

Chase: Yes Yes Yes!

Kiki: All of our names are on the list.

Babies: WE KNOW!

Ticket Lady: Well, why didn't you kids say so?
In your dreams, sweet cheeks. Next!

(Then Someone Else Pushed Through)

Mia: No, no. They're on there. I promise.

Kiki We need all.

(Then The Babies Huddled Up)

Precious: You Know Mia, You are the only pop star we all know
who can't get into her own concert.

(Mia Looked At The Golf Cart And Had An Idea, Then The Babies Rode The Golf Cart As Mia Drives)

Security: She was just here.

I don't know where she went.

STOP!!

Stop!

Chase: Go!

(Then They Kept Driving)

Security: Somebody, stop those kids!

(Then We Cue To The Babies)

Babies: Go faster, Mia!

Mia: I can't you guys! This is a golf cart!

Security: Stop!

Those kids shouldn't be here!
They don't have a backstage pass!

- What are you doing?
- Stop in the name of Security!

- Watch out!
- I need backup!

Call for backup! Whoa!

Mia: Yes!

All Babies: Yes! Oh! (Then They Screamed And They Giggled)

Security: Stop!

Please stop!

Captain Beakman: It's OK. It's OK. They're with me.

Come on. Go, go, go.

Movie Title: "Mia Kitten The Movie"

Hey.

Mia: Mommy.

Captain Beakmen: Yes Dear?

(It Took A Few Hours And When Mia's Ready For Her Performance Later)

Captain Beakman: Showtime, Mia-Mia.

Security #1: She's on the move.

Security #2: All right, let's go.

Precious: Good luck!

Chase: Don't mess up!

Security: This way. Follow me.

- Come on.
- She's coming right now.

All right, talent's on its way.

Mia: Owie!

Captain Beakmen: You do that every night.

Mia: Love you, Mommy. Love you Daddy.

Captain Beakmen: I'm loving you right back, Mia-Mia.

J.P.: Don't forget it's your turn to do the dishes tonight.

Mia: I did them last night.

J.P.: Don't give me no lip. You're the one
that wanted the best of both worlds.

Fans: Mia! Mia! Mia!

J.P.: Be Careful Darling, Watch Your Head.

Audio Voice-Over: Here we go, everybody! Whoo!

(Music)

Mia: ♪Oh, yeah.♪

Come on.

(The Mia Kitten Version Of The Song "Best Of Both Worlds" Played)

## Scene 2: Mia Meets A Random Person

Director: Cut! We'll fix that last bit in post.

That's a wrap, people.

Mia, as always, fabulous.

Mia: Anytime.

(She Went In Through A Blue Tent, As She Was Getting Ready, She Screamed To Find Some Kind Of Random Person Witch is Oswald Granger Who Bursts In)

Oswald Granger: No. It's OK. I'm sorry.

I just had to meet you.

Mia: Get Out Of Here Or Else I'm Telling My Mom!

Oswald Granger: I promised my girls

I'd say hi to you for them.

(He Waved) Hi.

Mia: Hi.

Oswald Granger: They even wrote out some
questions, if you have a second.

Oh, my gosh, this is
such a thrill. Do you mind?

- Not at all.
- Don't even think about it.

- No, Vita. It's OK.
- Nothing about this man is OK.

Hello, Oswald.

Hello, Vita. Looking lovely as ever.

Icky teeth, really?
Isn't that beneath even you?

Oswald Granger, chief sleaze
of Bon Chic magazine,

Britain's most notorious tabloid.

And we would love, with a capital "ove,"

to do a cover feature on the global
phenomenon that is Hannah Montana.

And by "feature" he means
"career-ending exposé. "

"Country girl living her dreams beloved
by millions," that's all we got.

That's all you're gonna get.
Now get out.

Can't blame a bloke for trying.

How could you even think
we have something to hide?

- He didn't see anything, did he?
- I don't think so.

Good. Hannah, honey,

you can't talk to anyone
unless I'm at your side.

I'm your publicist. You need to
concentrate on what you do best

which is singing
your scrappy little heart out.

Let me worry about everything else,

like making sure your
little secret stays a secret.

Sometimes I wish I could
be Hannah all the time.

You and me both, kid.

Out of the way, you jackals.
Step aside. Coming through.

That's right, don't touch the pop star.
Move aside.

...like making sure
your little secret stays a secret.

Secret? What secret?
Move your bum, you old cow.

Talk to me, Ozzie,
and don't disappoint.

- Apparently there's a secret.
- Good. Because the cover's ready.

I just need the story to go with it.

Find out that secret. She's the most
popular teenager in the world.

So I suggest you go out
and find me every juicy,

sordid detail of Hannah Montana's
outrageous, glamorous life.