(alarm clock rings)

🧡Tumble out of bed and I stumble to the kitchen🧡

🧡Pour myself a cup of ambition🧡

🧡And yawn and stretch and try to come to life🧡

🧡Jump in the shower and the blood starts pumping🧡

🧡Out on the street the traffic starts jumping🧡

🧡And folks like me on the job from 9 to 5🧡

🧡Working 9 to 5🧡

(Crimp pulls out a steam iron and Veneer is seem wearing a white dressing shirt)

Veneer: Ow! You just burned me.

Crimp: Oh, my gawd! I'm sorry! Um, maybe it would be easier if you took your shirt off?

Veneer: [groans] Don't be lazy.

Crimp: [throws away the steam iron and goes to Velvet] Oh, by the way, you know that thing you asked me for?

Velvet: Space from you.

Crimp: [laughs] Oh, no. Yeah, no... Uh, what? Anyways, you said you needed a way to make your smoothies even fruitier on stage.

Crimp: You did?

Velvet: Shh. Yes. That is what I want. Go on.

Crimp: Well, I had an idea. [chuckles] Tada!

(Crimp reveals the shoulder pads)

Veneer: Crimp, honey, that's not an idea. Those are shoulder pads.

Crimp: I beg to differ. It's a high-powered vacuum. I finally put that master's degree in engineering to good use. See? [pulls out a few pieces pf fruit] You just pop the grape or strawberry or blueberry or guava slice, right in here. [closes the diamond-faceted lid] And it releases the fruit's essence through here. Once you're on stage, lightly tap this button, just delicately, you know, like, once. [presses the button, the fruits essence is about to start]

(Velvet snatches the shoulder pads, puts Floyd in it and then puts it on herself...)

Crimp: Oh! Oh, my gawd. Wait. Wait.

(...and presses the button repeatedly)

Floyd: [groans]

💜 Hey, yeah! 💜

Crimp: [chuckles] You said that it was for smoothies.

Velvet: It's called lying, Primp. Deal with me.

Crimp: If you use too much, you'll kill him. The plum that I tested turned into a prune!

Veneer: Well, I don't wanna kill the little guy. They're kinda cute when they're up and about, banging on the walls, yelling to go home.

Velvet: [grabs her twin brother's face] Do you wanna lose all this and go back to the dark place where we had nothing?

(...What?)

Young Veneer: Please, sir, I want some more.

Veneer: Girl, we grew up in the suburbs. Our parents were dentists.

(...Uh, what?)

Parent: So, how was school today?

Young Velvet: Stop attacking me! [flips the table]

(...I'm sorry, but what just happened?)

Velvet: Our parents were nobodies, and we were nobodies. And when I met you, you were literally sucking your thumb and pooping all over the place.

Veneer: You met me when I was a baby, so—

Velvet: All over the place. It was nuts! You don't wanna give up all the yachts and the bling and your illegal pet monkey, do you?

Veneer: [titters] Okay. I've made my peace with it. [to Crimp] Great job, Cringe.

Velvet: [sashays to Crimp] You're smarter than I thought. Now I don't trust you.

Crimp: That's maybe not a rational response. I don't—

(Velvet picks up Crimp and tosses her in the closet)

Crimp: Please don't put me in the closet.

(...Too late)

Velvet: Now come on. [gives her twin brother the perfume bottle and heads out of the dressing room and to the door] We're about to go from stars to megastars.

(Velvet leaves and the doors slid shut)

Floyd: Please, Veneer.

Veneer: It's nothing personal. I just love my sister. And all my fame.

(A picture reveals the twins' fame)

Veneer: And money.

(Then the next picture shows a unit amount of money the twins owned)

Veneer: And things I bought.

(...What? That's a waste of money)

(elephant trumpets)

Floyd: Yeah, sure, dying sucks, but at least it's for some sweet "bling-a-ding" and some boho-chic home furnishings.

Veneer: [chuckles] You get it. [squeezes the bulb from the perfume bottle and sprays it twice on himself]

Floyd: [strains]

(Veneer tosses the perfume bottle over his shoulder, and then he leaves to follow his twin sister)

Floyd: [grunts] Ow! Ooh!

(Now Floyd is losing color from his hands and the white ombré on his hair)

Crimp: My Wi-Fi doesn't work great in the closet.