How about… Have you thought of anything? Because I have an idea! We’re going to dance! What? We need to do
something different. Then we’ll do a
different kind of dance. You’re so hard to work with,
Joseph, do you know that? Who’s going to
teach us our steps? We can’t ask Tita Ruth
because she’s pregnant. And Tatay has two left feet. And Ate Barbie can only
make her lips dance. Me! I can teach you! You know how to dance,
Tita Katrina? Yes, of course. I was a cheerleader
during college. Come on. I’ll show you
some steps. Here. Look at her. Katrina’s really
doing her best, isn’t she? She’s been trying to get
close to Mikmik all day. Don’t fall for
her tricks, Lola. Katrina’s very talented
at pretending. Oh, I’m sure… There you go again. Relax, why don’t you?
Don’t worry. I’m here. I won’t let Mikmik
out of my sight. – Barbie! Oh, come on.
– What? When did you last
brush your teeth? Your breath smells terrible! Joseph, let’s do it
one more time. One, two, three! One… Left… And slide… And pump! Go, Joseph! Wiggle! Joseph, wiggle your
shoulders like this. He can’t keep up.
This won’t work out. Let’s take a water break. Mikmik, rehearse
the steps with Joseph. He’s such a slow learner. You should’ve
practiced the steps. Michael, I didn’t know
you were here. Do you remember,
back in the day? Ah, yes. You were a cheerleader
in college. You still have it.
You’re graceful as always. That’s when we first met. That’s right. You were performing your
audition piece onstage. Michael! Something happened
to your father!