The Crucifijo move to the area near the cheerleading mats. Only brown-skinned men actually enter; they all have black face paint on themselves, and most of them are wearing either wearing light blue shorts or swimming trunks.

"Why're they all brown people?" asks Orelya as she goes back to the Navio area. "That's racist to Hawaiians you know!"

"Literally every boy on our cheerdance team is tanned, which bugged me quite a bit. Why, you jealous?" Ann responds.

"You and Trump had a common ancestor," says Chieli, who definitely wasn't looking at Ann.

The boys start pounding on their thighs and chests in a semi-squatting position. Some also make loud caveman noises.

"This must be a very orientalist depiction of native Hawaiians you have here," comments Grayson, who is right beside the girls.

"Well, sir, this is the theme you SportsFest committee people gave us," Ann replies. "You didn't say it can't be racist."

"I'd be willing to pay a small loan of a billion dollars to see you dancing in a hula skirt," Grayson adds.

"It wasn't my idea, Shogun. And we're all wearing jogging pants under, because pervs exist, so it doesn't matter."

"By 'it doesn't matter', what are you referring to, the skirt or the money? If it's the money then I know it's... 'true'."

"Just stop with the Trump jokes! I hate walls."

"Guys, get ready! It's almost our cue!" warns Nicole. "The bamboo users enter later, right?"

"Yeah - why does bamboo suddenly sounds like a kind of drug?" says Chieli.

The girls laugh. "I mean, if the... uhm, annoying plants that grow uncontrollably around your garden are considered widely as illegal drugs then bamboo could be one too, right?" says Taniya.

"Yeah, possibly!" the other girls respond, laughing.

"Hyaaaaaughhh-hyaagh!" the boys shout. The girls without any bamboo in their hands enter, running barefoot.

"So it's just us two," says Teresa.

"Yes, we're smoking bamboo," Ann replies. "In our little smokers' corner."

"You do realize that smoking in Hawaii can get you a life sentence in prison paired with counseling, right?" Grayson notes. "Much more for smoking bamboo."

"Yeah, just stop with the bamboo joke," Teresa agrees. "Better feed it to a panda or something."

"Yeah, let's just discuss... I don't know, Crucifijo cheerdance."

From their slow and wavy hula dance, the Crucifijo girls out front start doing a floss dance, moving their arms back and forth, left and right.

"I love that part," Ann comments as the audience - especially the judges and the Cangrejo for some reason - laugh maniacally at the moves the girls were doing.

"It's our turn!" says Teresa. They start banging their two bamboo sticks together before entering.

Still clapping bamboo, Teresa, Ann, and four other girls walk to the back and sides of the stage.

"Then we walk to the front," Ann retells herself. "While keeping the beat - close, open, close. This is easy."

The interlocking rhythm of the bamboo pipes resonate throughout the gym.

"Is this music class, or is this cheerdance?" Ysobel comments.

"They have back-up dancers, so it's still cheerdance. But yeah, they don't realize they have the snare at the side."

The fuck, man? I'm sorry, snares and Polynesia just didn't mix, alright? It's not our fault!

The bamboo players kneel on the floor, banging the bamboo on the hard, concrete ground.

"At this point the others would be on to the pyramids," Ann tells herself. "After that would be our turn to drop the bamboo sticks-"

"Oh my God, Chieli!" Ysobel screams.

"Did she just fall?" says Sandee.

"Yeah, she bumped her head... And they're still going?" Alec responds.

"I remember when Ann bragged about how Crucifijo would be joyful God-fearing people, then this happened," Sandee moans. "Is God really on their side? Yeah, seems like it."

"I know! Right?"

Ann could already see the disappointment in the judges' eyes.

"We Navio are definitely gonna win cheerdance," Orelya mumbles.

"Where's Chieli?" says April.

"Good thing Chieli was at the back, or Crucifijo would lose a lot more points for cheerdance," Linsey remarks.

"And Ann would throw a really big tantrum," April adds.

"No, she barely ever loses her temper. Compared to me, anyway, but I don't throw tantrums."

Me? Throw a tantrum? I WOULD NEVER THROW A FUCKING TEMPER TANTRUM YOU STUPID LITTLE SH-

Ann, still having to follow the cheerdance choreography, stands up and leaves the bamboo pipes behind. She doesn't care how well she dances anymore thanks to the accident.