Strategic Hot Mess/Transcript

Man, I’m excited! Angela’s show is going to be the greatest musical event

since the first caveman banged two rocks together.

That’s even greater than when a different caveman invented the bone flute.

Way greater. Did you bring the Angela concert T-shirts?

Hank! The design! It’s gone!

Weird, right? Did you know that when you’re washing shirts, you

don’t have to use the entire bottle of bleach? I do now…

How can these be Angela concert T-shirts if they don’t even have Angela on them?!

Whatever. At least we can still sell the glow sticks.

Glow sticks? Oh, you mean the candy tubes?

Hello, everyone! Thanks for coming out! This first song is about a cool party I heard about.

Anyways this is one of my favorites! One, two, three!

Yesterday? But my invitation says today…

Excuse me! Singer?

I’m sorry, but could you keep it down? My baby is trying to sleep.

OK, but I mean, if you wanted it to be quiet, why did you come to a concert?

So you think because we’ve got babies we’re supposed to stay cooped up in the house all day?!

No no no no. I just mean, since I’m all set up,

don’t you want me to rock this street?

Quietly maybe!

And if that mockingbird won’t sing, Angela will buy you a diamond... and you’re asleep.

Thank you. My name is Angela! Rock on. No rules. Party... Music...

Tom!

Hey, that was... a quiet show, but I really liked what I was able to hear.

Why do I even do gigs like this? They do nothing for my career.

Good question, Angela. Angela, why do you do gigs like this?

It’s this stupid manager app Ben made me! It’s worthless!

Hey, Angela, you really rocked it today at the - Afternoon Street Show.

Last week, I sang on a garbage boat for a bunch of birds!

I think this app just picks random spots and tells me they’re concerts.

Did you at least sell some T-shirts?

Yeah, the shirts...

Uh, I had a little laundry malfunction, but my cool sketch saved the day. I think.

That doesn’t even look like me!

Of course not. It’s you if you were a hot dog.

I am not a hot dog! And I don’t surf! I sing!

“5 Photos of Out-of-Control Angela Flipping Out.”

Have you seen this?!

Uh-oh.

Out-of-Control?! Do I seem out-of-Control to you? Well do I?!

- No! - Not to me.

No! Maybe just a little.

It’s so not fair. I flip one table and now my music career is over?

Your career’s not over.

People who appreciate talent, like me, will come

watch you rock every street in the neighbourhood.

And I’ll watch you on every garbage boat in the sea.

Thanks, you guys.