- [buzzing] - [distant singing]
The Green family singing karaoke?
This will certainly be a delight.
I can't wait to sing, and by sing, I mean,
make fart noises into the mic. Like so...
- [deep inhale] - No, Cricket.
Remy, I'm a little surprised you wanted to join us.
- Do you like singing? - Uh-huh!
I sometimes sneak out of choir lessons and come here
to practice my ecclesiastical songs, instead.
Naughty, Remy.
Wow, I can't wait sing.
Yeah! I'm itchin' for that limelight!
Well, Ma, we gotta wait our turn.
I got the programmer!
I had to fight someone! Had to pull out the ol' chompers.
[chomps] So, who's ready to pick a song?
Whoa! Hold on there, little guru.
Picking a karaoke song is no careless task.
Uh, who are you?
Why, I'm Kara Karaoke.
And I own this little slice of Shangri-la.
Karaoke is one of the purest forms of self-expression.
It fosters a sense of community and belonging.
So, dear family, choose wisely
[singing] and find where you belong!
Find where I belong? Oh, my, my, my, my...
Uh-oh. I'm hearing some my-mying?
- ...my, my... - [Nancy] Till?
Sorry, Mama, I'm just feeling
an awful lot of pressure to find my perfect song.
There are just so many options.
Do I belong in pop? Hip hop? Medieval folk rock?
What if there's nothing that represents me?
[gasps] This is quite the ordeal for Tilly!
Picking a song should be fun.
[gasps] I know! We'll help you find one.
Here, I'll go first to show you how I'd do it.
Oh! This one's one of my favorites!
It reminds me of an old flame.
Which one is he... Oh, Bill.
-Hello, I'm Bill Green, -[feedback]
and I'm going to sing a song.
♪ I will always remember when
♪ You and I'd meet up again
♪ A flash of red Ready for adventure ♪
♪ I love the times When we're together ♪
♪ 'Cause there's one thing A man can never give up ♪
♪ And that's the burnin' love for his red pickup ♪
[Nancy] Oh, Bill!
♪ You'll always be My number one ♪
♪ When we're together We have fun ♪
♪ Through the rain, the dirt, The snow, the muck ♪
♪ I can never give up My pick-up truck ♪
♪ Carried lumber With no complainin' ♪
♪ V-8 engine Never strainin' ♪
♪ If I was to somehow Up and quit you ♪
♪ I guarantee I won't forget you ♪
♪ You'll always be My number one ♪
♪ When we're together We have fun ♪
♪ Through the rain, the dirt, The snow, the muck ♪
♪ I can never give up My pickup truck. ♪
- [applause] - Thank you, everybody!
Very passionate, Mr. Green!
Yeah, you usually break into tears during the bridge.
Aw, thanks guys. But how about you, Tilly?
Think you might wanna try a song like that?
Papa, your song was a perfect fit for you,
but I'm not sure it's a song for Tilly.
Well, when I'm having trouble figuring stuff out
or I'm feeling all pent up inside,
I like to do something with a little attitude.
[hard rock music playing]
Huh!
♪ Oh, authority is not for me This I know is true! ♪
♪ I'll push a door That says to pull ♪
♪ Don't tell me what to do!
- ♪ So, back off! Back up! - ♪ Back off! Back up!
♪ Time to move And pack it up ♪
- ♪ Check in! Check out! - ♪ Check in! Check out!
♪ Raise your voice It's time to shout! ♪
[screams]
♪ So don't listen To your teachers ♪
♪ Or the TV weatherman
♪ Your response to everyone
♪ Is to kick them in the can!
- ♪ So, back off! Back up! - ♪ Back off! Back up!
♪ Time to move And pack it up ♪
- ♪ Check in! Check out! - ♪ Check in! Check out!
♪ Tell 'em what You're all about! ♪
♪ Back off! ♪
[continues note]
[panting]
[sweetly] Thanks, everyone!
Hope you had as much fun as I did!
- Whoa. - Hey, y'all!
So, what did you think?
That song just makes me wanna
shove people around and break stuff!
Son, she doesn't actually want you to go out
and destroy things. She was using metaphors.
Well, I thought your explosive lyrics
were both thrilling and profound, Mama.
But I can't help wonder if my one true song
is still out there.
Well, you'll never find it
if you keep listening to their awful music!
Oh, boy, here we go.
Everything new sounds exactly the same!
Like garbage!
What happened to the good ol' classics
everyone used to sing?
Like "Choo-choo Gotchu," or "Honeybee Mondays"?
- Are those real songs, Gramma? - I don't know what that is.
I'll prove to y'all they're classics for a reason!
Don't you worry, Tilly! Gramma knows the song for you.
['30s music playing]
♪ When you're in a bind And not sure what to do ♪
♪ You might be tempted To try something new ♪
♪ But no, don't do it! Stick with the classics ♪
♪ Yes, the classics Are always fantastic! ♪
♪ Oh, when newness comes a-knockin' ♪
♪ With that new type Fast talkin' ♪
♪ You young folks Might think I'm lame ♪
♪ But my answer Is always the same ♪
♪ What do I think of new?
♪ Just ask my kazoo!
[playing kazoo to tune]
So, this is the stuff you like once you're older, huh?
No.
- [tooting] - Come on, Tilly!
You know you wanna!
Tilly, don't you wanna go up there with your Gramma?
This song is perfect for Gramma,
but again, I don't think it works for me.
Eh, her loss. Time for another kazoo solo!
Will Tilly ever find where she belongs?
[Kara Karaoke] Excuse me, child.
While you should not choose your song in haste,
time would not choose it for you.
So, in other words, please hurry up and choose something
- so others can have a turn. - I'm sorry, family.
I don't wanna be a stick in the mud,
but the lyrics to my song need to be just right.
Sister, sister, sister, you're overthinking it.
And overthinking is the devil's other name.
- Ain't that right, Remy? - Yeah!
Just don't think about the lyrics.
I don't know if I... Oh, it's happening.
-♪ Uh, Cricket Green -♪ Remy Remington
♪ There's a lot of Big questions That make us feel small ♪
♪ Why are we here? What's the point of it all? ♪
♪ Tell us to Look in our books ♪
♪ But to find the real answer It's all about the hooks ♪
♪ Don't think About the lyrics ♪
♪ Don't think about the beat
♪ Just shake that booty And get on your feet ♪
♪ Just throw your hands up And sway to this song ♪
♪ 'Cause when you're dancing You can't be wrong ♪
♪ Whoa! Remy!
♪ It wasn't curiosity That killed the cat ♪
♪ It was eighteen years Of private education Picture that ♪
- ♪ Thinking is dumb! - ♪ Oh!
- ♪ Caring is dumb! - ♪ Oh!
- ♪ Parents are dumb? - ♪ Oh!
- ♪ Leave them behind? - ♪ Oh!
-♪ Hitch a ride on a train -♪ Oh!
- ♪ Become a carnie? - ♪ Oh...
Uh, Cricket should we really be saying all this?
Don't think, Remy!
♪ Don't think About the lyrics ♪
♪ Don't think about this song
♪ 'Cause when you're dancing you can't be wrong ♪
♪ Whoa!
[both panting]
- Bad message! Bad message! - Whoo-hoo! All right!
- Wow, that was quite the... - [horn toots]
Would you make a song decision, already?
I put on this goofy hat to sing some Ska!
Does that little girl have the programmer?
I've been waiting to make my Broadway debut!
We wanna sing our duet!
I wanna sing my wickity-wickity-wack rap!
Skrra! My dad's droppin' bars!
[crowd complaining]
- Hey! - Back off!
My-my-my-my-my-my-my-my-my!
[gasps] I have just hit my limit.
- Hey, pick a song, already! - Tilly!
[slams, locks]
Well, Tilly, the road of indecision has brought us here.
All alone, hiding from an angry mob...
on a toilet.
Why are you doing this to yourself?
There are literally thousands of songs to choose from.
All you need to do is... pick... one...
Ugh! Or maybe I should just resign myself
to living in this bathroom for the rest of my life.
Tilly? I'm sure anything you sing will be great.
You don't understand! I know it's silly, but...
I just wanted to find a way to truly express myself.
You all got to sing songs that were perfect for you,
but no matter how hard I look,
I just can't find a song that's me.
Maybe I'll never find where I belong.
- But... - Dad, lemme try talking to her.
[clears throat] Tilly,
the reason you can't make a decision
is 'cause your perfect song doesn't exist.
Dang it, Cricket, we're trying to help your sister!
- [door opens] - Wait! That's it!
I can't find my perfect song
because it doesn't exist!
Mwah! Thank you, brother!
Wait, hold on, I...
And that's how you do it.
Mister, here's the song programmer.
So, you finally picked a song?
What's goin' on?
- [feedback] - [deep breath]
[a cappella] ♪ I am Tilly Green
♪ And I thought there was No song for me ♪
♪ Kept looking for something pre-written ♪
♪ A mold that I could fit in
What song is this?
I think she's making up her own.
♪ But in all the tunes That I perused ♪
♪ Nothing felt Tilly true
♪ I didn't think I was such a puzzle ♪
♪ All I wanted was Something playful ♪
♪ With just a hint Of trouble! ♪
♪ So, if you feel you're wrong and don't belong ♪
♪ Just do your own thing And say so long ♪
♪ Yeah, that's what I'm doing When I sing this song! ♪
♪ Yeah, it feels so good To sing my song! ♪
♪ If you're a fish Out of water ♪
♪ Maybe ya gotta dig Your own lake ♪
♪ If you can't find The right color ♪
♪ You just gotta mix Your own paint ♪
♪ Doesn't matter If you're different ♪
♪ So long as what you do Is right for you ♪
♪ Your uniqueness Is a treasure ♪
♪ Sharing differences Brings us together, ooh ♪
♪ If you feel you're wrong And don't belong ♪
♪ Just do your own thing And say so long ♪
♪ Yeah, that's what I'm doing As I make up this song! ♪
♪ Yeah, it feels so good
♪ To sing along
[just Tilly] ♪ To Tilly's song!
[cheers and applause]
So, sweetie, how do you feel?
Like I belong.
[all] Aww, Tilly!
Well done, my child.
By looking within yourself,
you were able to find your true song.
Well, thank you very much!
Hey, since Tilly won at karaoke, or whatever,
do we get a prize, or something?
There never was a prize.
Your satisfaction with expressing your soul
should be its own reward.
Since when is satisfaction a reward?
At least give me a bad t-shirt I'll never wear!
I think it's time we call it a night, brother.
Will the next performer come to the mic, please?
[ska music playing]
♪ I got sweat in my eyes ♪
♪ Lost a bet and Got bit by a hundred flies ♪
♪ I fell out a big old tree ♪
♪ Hit every branch and Scraped up both my knees ♪
♪ I got chased by dogs Licked by a frog ♪
♪ Got a rash on my legs ♪
♪ Dropped a dozen eggs ♪
♪ I got splinters ♪
♪ In seven of ten ♪
♪ And tomorrow I'll do it all again ♪