Serena… Jenna Ortega
Mitchell… Mitchell Yang
Devon Walker
Chloe Fineman
Andrew Dismukes
James Austin Johnson
Serena: All right, troops. I’m not going to sugarcoat it. Since breaking off from Donald’s Donalds Dominguez to form Donalds and Dominguez, we have not landed a single new client. You know why that is?
Devon: No.
Chloe: Not really.
Mitchell: It’s because Donald’s Donald’s Dominguez had a phone number that was easy to remember. And everybody in town knows their famous phone number jingle.
Serena: That’s right. We don’t have that. Mitchell, remind everyone of our number?
Mitchell: Our number is 1-672-555-0136.
Serena: What we need is to turn that number into a super catchy jingle
Chloe: But Serena there’s no way to create a catchy jingle with a number like that.
Serena: That’s where you’re wrong. My fellow partners, last Tuesday, Mitchell and I were at Luciano’s.
Mitchell: And yeah, I was drinking. No, I was getting tanked.
Serena: Mitchell got tanked at Luciano. But then this band got up on the stage and sang the catchiest pop funk hooks I had ever heard. Come on in guys.
[two guys walk in]Andrew: Hey there.
James: Hello lawyers.
Andre: We are Soul Booth.
Serena: Ladies and gentlemen, this is Soul Booth. And they’re here to save us.
Andrew: Worked out a few demos for you.
James: Yeah, we heard you needed a pop funk hook that’ll stick on the mind leg grapevines.
Andrew: Maybe something like this. Here we go. Do you remember this one.
James: I do man.
Andrew: Ha-ha. Here we go. Come on.
[music playing]Both: [singing] One.
Six-seven
Whoo!
Two.
Then three straight fives.
The next number is 0.
One.
Three.
And six.
Who you’re gonna call?
Who you’re gonna call?
Who you’re gonna call?
Donalds and Dominguez
Donalds and Dominguez
Serena: Guys. I’m sorry, I don’t think that’s gonna work for us.
Andrew: Uh-huh. And why is that?
Serena: It just doesn’t sound like what we heard at Luciano’s.
Andrew: Oh. You want that Luciano’s sound?
James: Yeah, you want it Luched?
Mitchell: Yes. This track should make me feel like I’m pegged up at Luch. Understood?
James: Loud and clear.
Andrew: Crystal.
Devon: Yeah, and the numbers should be closer together.
Chloe: Yeah, I think the numbers should be much closer together.
Andrew: Uh-huh. So it’ll be something like this. Ha-ha. You know this one?
James: I do, man.
Andrew: All right. Come on. Here we go. Here we go.
Both: 1-672-555-0136
Donalds and Dominguez
Serena: Guys, come on. That’s totally wrong. And you call that a Luched-up track?
Mitchell: I should feel five daiquiris deep posted u at Luch right now.
Serena: What is so hard about that?
Mitchell: What is so hard about writing a jingle that feels like I’m getting decked down in the back Luch? Ringing back to cut me off but then not barback with the glasses looking like Mayim Bialik that’s making the act up. What’s so hard about that?
Serena: Can you do that?
Andrew: Yes, ma’am.
James: Can do.
Devon: Okay. Yeah. And the number should be presented somewhat like a phone number.
Chloe: Or just anywhere near that would be great.
James: I think we might have just the thing.
Andrew: Absolutely. Let’s take a trip y’all. Everybody. I want to take you somewhere. Somewhere where there is no race, no religion. A little place we call home. But you may know as Luciano’s. Here we go. Here we go.
Both: 16,725,550,136
Andrew: One more time, that feels so good.
Both: 16,725,550,136
Andrew: So, what do you think?
Serena: Mitchell, did they do it? Is it Luci?
Mitchell: Serena, not only can I now perfectly recall the phone number of our law office, but more importantly, I feel absolutely ass-out, daked down, and looched up. My only question is how much?
Both: $10,000.
Mitchell: Less.
Both: 40 each.
Mitchell: Deal.
All: 16,725,550,136