Greg:
[notices that it is almost 10:00] I'm going in. [to Rowley] Cover me!
[Greg scooches toward Holly. Just then, the lights dim, and "Always" by Atlantic Starr begins playing]
Bill:
[over P.A.] All rockers and hardcore skaters off the rink, unless you're lookin' for love. It's time for Couples Skate!
Greg:
I'm making my move. [prepares to tap Holly on the shoulder]
Bill:
[over P.A.] STOP!!!! [The music stops. Greg turns around] Enough of that total lameness! Who's ready to ROCK?! Yeah! [plays the intro to "Cut Throat" by Kittie]
Rodrick:
[makes the "Double Horns" sign with both hands] Whoo!
[Greg stares at Rodrick in disbelief. Rodrick smiles evilly]
Holly:
Come on, let's get outta here. Come on. [she and her friends exit the rink]
[A crowd of violent teenagers enter the rink. They brutally bump into others knocking them over]
Rowley:
[panicking] What're we gonna do?!
Greg:
Stay calm. All we have to do is just stay here.
[Two teenagers grab Rowley and start dragging him along. Rowley screams]
Greg:
Rowley! Hang on!
Rowley:
[screaming] WHOOOOOOOA!!!
[Greg tries to rescue Rowley, but another teenager knocks him flat on his face. As Greg picks himself up, the sound of a record scratching is heard and the music comes to an abrupt stop]
Susan:
[over P.A.] GREG HEFFLEY!!! This is your mother. Everything is going to be okay. Stay where you are, and your father is going to come rescue you. I repeat, everything is going to be okay. Okay, here he comes. Here comes Frank. I see him. He's on his way. Okay.
[Dad struts out into the middle of the rink and picks Greg up, carrying him off]
Greg:
Dad!
Frank:
I know, I know.
[Holly's friends giggle, but Holly isn't amused]
Susan:
[over P.A.] Okay. Alright. Everyone, go back to skating!
[As Dad sets Greg back on his feet, everyone resumes skating]
Frank:
You all right?
Greg:
Yeah.
[Rodrick approaches]
Rodrick:
Hey, Romeo. How'd it go with the new girl?
Greg:
[grunts and lunges at Rodrick, screaming] WHOOOA!!!!
[Greg lands onto Taylor's birthday cake. Rodrick laughs. Greg picks himself up off the smashed cake, his face covered in frosting]
Taylor:
[lividly; to Greg] You ruined my birthday, you...JERK!!!!