Кей-поп: охотницы на демонов: Приглашение

How do we go from gold to this?

haʊ du wi goʊ frəm goʊld tɪ ðɪs?

Look at all the weak spots. We've never seen the Honmoon like this before.

lʊk æt ɔl ðə wik spɑts. wiv ˈnɛvər sin ðə honmoon laɪk ðɪs ˌbiˈfɔr.

Gwi-Ma must know we're so close to sealing it for good.

gwi-ma məst noʊ wɪr soʊ kloʊz tɪ ˈsilɪŋ ɪt fər gʊd.

So he sends a demon boy band?

soʊ hi sɛndz ə ˈdimən bɔɪ bænd?

Well, it's working.

wɛl, ɪts ˈwərkɪŋ.

Don't worry. I'm sure "Soda Pop" is just a fad. These boys will be old news by next week. You'll see.

doʊnt ˈwəri. əm ʃʊr "ˈsoʊdə pɑp" ɪz ʤɪst ə fæd. ðiz bɔɪz wɪl bi oʊld nuz baɪ nɛkst wik. jul si.

Girls?

gərlz?

Hi, Bobby!

haɪ, ˈbɑbi!

It's a lot more serious than I thought. The Saja Boys have gone completely viral after that variety show. They even

ɪts ə lɔt mɔr ˈsɪriəs ðən aɪ θɔt. ðə saja bɔɪz hæv gɔn kəmˈplitli ˈvaɪrəl ˈæftər ðət vərˈaɪəti ʃoʊ. ðeɪ ˈivɪn

have their own fandom.

hæv ðɛr oʊn fandom.

Join the Pride!

ʤɔɪn ðə praɪd!

Cool me down, you're so hot. Pour me up, I won't stop! You're my soda pop.

kul mi daʊn, jʊr soʊ hɑt. pɔr mi əp, aɪ woʊnt stɑp! jʊr maɪ ˈsoʊdə pɑp.

Bobby!

ˈbɑbi!

Control those shoulders.

kənˈtroʊl ðoʊz ˈʃoʊldərz.

Wow, it is catchy.

waʊ, ɪt ɪz ˈkæˌʧi.

Yeah, you're right, Zoey. They're amazing, but they suck. I'm sorry. I've been glued to this tiny screen for hours. I just need

jæ, jʊr raɪt, zoey. ðɛr əˈmeɪzɪŋ, bət ðeɪ sək. əm ˈsɑri. aɪv bɪn glud tɪ ðɪs ˈtaɪni skrin fər aʊərz. aɪ ʤɪst nid

to look away and... Woo! Relax, Bobby. It's just social media numbers. Not the end of the world.

tɪ lʊk əˈweɪ ənd... wu! rɪˈlæks, ˈbɑbi. ɪts ʤɪst ˈsoʊʃəl ˈmidiə ˈnəmbərz. nɑt ðə ɛnd əv ðə wərld.

This is the battle for hearts and minds. A battle for the fans. And what's the biggest battlefield of them all?

ðɪs ɪz ðə ˈbætəl fər hɑrts ənd maɪndz. ə ˈbætəl fər ðə fænz. ənd wəts ðə ˈbɪgəst ˈbætəlˌfild əv ðɛm ɔl?

The Idol Awards.

ðə ˈaɪdəl əˈwɔrdz.

State Fair?

steɪt fɛr?

That's right. We have to crush that stage. Be better than we've ever been with the show to end the Saja Boys for good. Zoey, we're

ðæts raɪt. wi hæv tɪ krəʃ ðət steɪʤ. bi ˈbɛtər ðən wiv ˈɛvər bɪn wɪθ ðə ʃoʊ tɪ ɛnd ðə saja bɔɪz fər gʊd. zoey, wɪr

going to need a new song.

goʊɪŋ tɪ nid ə nu sɔŋ.

I got 23 notebooks full of demon insults ready to go.

aɪ gɑt 23 ˈnoʊtˌbʊks fʊl əv ˈdimən ˌɪnˈsəlts ˈrɛdi tɪ goʊ.

Yeah! Let's make it 30 notebooks.

jæ! lɛts meɪk ɪt 30 ˈnoʊtˌbʊks.

Mira, the choreography?

ˈmɪrə, ðə ˌkɔriˈɑgrəfi?

Yep, making them hotter.

jɛp, ˈmeɪkɪŋ ðɛm ˈhɑtər.

Backup dancers, ready to go.

ˈbæˌkəp ˈdænsərz, ˈrɛdi tɪ goʊ.

We'll write a brand-new song. A diss track to expose the Saja Boys.

wɪl raɪt ə ˈbrændˌnu sɔŋ. ə dɪs træk tɪ ɪkˈspoʊz ðə saja bɔɪz.

And send those disgusting demons back to the depths where they belong!

ənd sɛnd ðoʊz dɪsˈgəstɪŋ ˈdimənz bæk tɪ ðə dɛpθs wɛr ðeɪ bɪˈlɔŋ!

YEAH!

jæ!

YEAH!

jæ!

YEAHHHHH!

yeahhhhh!

YEAHHH!

yeahhh!

YEAAAAAAAHHH!!!!

yeaaaaaaahhh!!!!

We're going to kick their butts!

wɪr goʊɪŋ tɪ kɪk ðɛr bəts!

That's my girls! Not sure about this whole demon thing. I mean, they seem like nice people, but loving the energy!

ðæts maɪ gərlz! nɑt ʃʊr əˈbaʊt ðɪs hoʊl ˈdimən θɪŋ. aɪ min, ðeɪ sim laɪk nis ˈpipəl, bət ˈləvɪŋ ðə ˈɛnərʤi!

Okay, tonics. Let's do this. What? Zoey.

ˌoʊˈkeɪ, ˈtɑnɪks. lɛts du ðɪs. wət? zoey.

Is that a bird wearing a tiny hat?

ɪz ðət ə bərd ˈwɛrɪŋ ə ˈtaɪni hæt?

What?

wət?

What are you?

wət ər ju?

"Hello, friend." Jinu? Ji... Jinu? Aaah! Meet you? I'm not going to meet you. Who do you think you...

"hɛˈloʊ, frɛnd." jinu? ʤi... jinu? aaah! mit ju? əm nɑt goʊɪŋ tɪ mit ju. hu du ju θɪŋk ju...

Okay, Jinu. Let's meet.

ˌoʊˈkeɪ, jinu. lɛts mit.