[After successfully escaping the boba dungeon, Billy Boba takes Kimmy to his hidden underground bunker. He presents his armory full of various weapons he has accumulated as a boba survivalist. He feels that in order to successfully infiltrate the evil Dr. Caramella's fortress, they would need to be well-armed] [melodramatic drum roll intro] [verse 1 - Billy Boba – with swagger] Welcome to my bunker, kid, this ain’t no fairy tale, You’ll need more than sprinkles against the gummy whales, I’ve stockpiled every weapon that a pearl could ever need, like top notch syrup bombs and choco-blades, here take a peek! [instrumental interlude] [Chorus] Load it up, lock it tight, we ain’t gonna fail When we're done, they'll write tap-ee-ohca tales Of how we kicked ass (ASS) Of how we took no sass (NO SASS) From milk cannons to bubblegum grenades We got the power! the empire will fade! Boom! (BOOM!) Pow! (POW!) Dr. Caramella's gonna go down! With the syrup in our veins and the pearls on parade We’re the baddest, sweetest army (of two) that was ever made! [verse 2 - Billy boba male vocalist] Behold the Thai Tea Claymores, slippery when they blow, One drop on your sneakers, hah — good luck trying to go! Here’s the Licorice Whip, snappy as a snake, One crack in the air and the castle walls'll shake! Don’t forget my Caramel launchers — filled with yummy glue! Fire once and the walls drip, gooey, sticky, eeewww!!!! [pre-chorus - female vocalist – interrupting, wide-eyed, half-sung] "Wait—are those Gummy Bears dressed up in kevlar?" [pre-chorus - Billy Boba male vocalist– proudly] Yeah, my spec Op Bears, their bites leave scars! [verse 2 - Billy Boba male vocalist] S'more Shields, they're squishy but strong! Jawbreaker Hammers, they last real long! P-B and J Shurikens—they’ll stick in your eyes and hair, Oh, the Lemon Sabers, don't forget the nougat flares! [Chorus] Load it up, lock it tight, we ain’t gonna fail When we're done, they'll write tap-ee-ohca tales Of how we kicked ass (ASS) Of how we took no sass (no SASS) From milk cannons to bubblegum grenades We got the power! the empire will fade! Boom! (BOOM!) Pow! (POW!) Dr. Caramella's gonna go down! With the syrup in our veins and the pearls on parade We’re the baddest, sweetest army (of two) that was ever made! [Verse 3 - Billy Boba (spoken in rhythm, swagger)] Now listen, kid—this ain’t just for show, Dr. Caramella’s fortress is not easy to blow! You’ll need grit, you’ll need guts, and a sugar high too, So grab a weapon, Kimmy—which one's calling to you? [instrumental] [Bridge - Kimmy female vocalist (tentative, then big Broadway belt)] Hmm, maybe the rainbow Pop-Rock gun? Or the Cotton Candy Net that traps everyone? Ok, I'll take that one... and this one... Oh this'll do...and that'll be cool too! Phew! ok, Billy, I think I'm all done! Yeah! [dramatic drum solo military style with flair] [Final Chorus – Billy, Kimmy, Ensemble, full Broadway brass] Load it up, lock it tight, we ain’t gonna fail When we're done, they'll write tap-ee-ohca tales Of how we kicked ass (ASS) Of how we took no sass (no SASS) From milk cannons to bubble-gum grenades We got the power! the empire will fade! Boom! (BOOM!) Pow! (POW!) Dr. Caramella's gonna go down! With the syrup in our veins and the pearls on parade We’re the baddest, sweetest army (of two) that was ever made! Whoo!
