SIDE 1

(CHAD, ZEKE, TAYLOR, MARTHA COX, JACK SCOTT and some other WILDCATS warm up for the employee baseball game. A dark cloud hangs over their heads; there is no joy in Mudville tonight!

There's no way can we beat the Groundskeepers without our Captain.

I can't believe Troy and Kelsi sold out to Sharpay.

We are like so totally creamed corn, dudes.

Yo, a little team spirit! We're all in this together, right?

(depressed)
Creamed corn.

(GABRIELLA runs in, dragging RYAN with her. He feels awkward and out of place.)

Hey, Wildcats! Look, I found our ninth man!

Uhm, hi guys.

No way! Fulton probably sent him down here to spy on us.

Actually, my sister's the one you should be worried about. She was afraid you'd beat her out for the Star Dazzle Award.

We're not going to do it, now that Troy blew us off.

Yeah, "Humuhumu" is out, too, now that Sharpay broke up our act!

Hey, Troy or no Troy, I thought we decided doing the show together would be fun.

I'm up for it!

Me, too! Let's throw down some slickness!

Who are we kidding? We don't know what we're doing.

(pointing to RYAN)
No, but he does.

(EVERYONE is stunned, including RYAN.)

("whoa!")
1-2-3 red light, hello!

If we had a real dancer like Ryan putting it together, the employees could win.

Look, Dancer Boy, you want to hang  grab a mitt and let's play ball.

Dancer boy? Oh, I get it. You don't think dancing takes some game?

(The WILDCATS snicker.)

Be real.

(taking on the challenge)
Okay, if I play ball and help you guys beat the Groundskeepers, then you have to dance and help us beat Sharpay.

News flash, pal: I don't dance.

He really doesn't.

Oh... wanna bet?

(The WILDCATS start their practice, during which RYAN shows CHAD how to improve his "swing.")

SIDE 2

Stop the music! Stop the music!!!

(The music stops. The WILDCATS gather around FULTON. He screws on his "mean" mask, but it keeps slipping, revealing the real FULTON underneath.)

(sweetly)
Did you want to tell us something, Mr. Fulton?

(to himself)
I love my job, I love my job, I love my job.

(to the WILDCATS)
Now, due to the capacity crowd expected at the Midsummer Night's Talent Show, all kitchen staff will have to work their regular shifts, which means there will be no staff participation in the talent show.

(rushing out)
That's all, things to do, ta ta

(The WILDCATS mutter disapproval.)

But Mr. Fulton, how can you do this?

(the sad facts of life)
Children, sometimes the innocent employee must carry out completely unfair tasks if he, meaning me, wishes to continue paying his bills so he can continue living his tiny life.

(FULTON sits, spent. The WILDCATS are speechless. Then:)

Mr. Fulton, may I make you a cup of tea?

It won't help. Chamomile is nice. With some lemon. And a little backbone.

Well, there goes my big dance break.

You know who's behind this, don't you?

Sharpay.

That does it!