Kids Incorporated - Plot

Plot

The series revolves around a group of children and teenagers who performed in their own rock group, Kids Incorporated. The band members struggled to deal with issues ranging from schoolyard crushes to peer pressure to child abuse, while performing regularly at a local former musical club (now a kids' hangout), The P*lace (called "The Malt Shop" in the pilot). It had originally been named The Palace and it had been a theater where, supposedly, the biggest names in entertainment, such as Elvis Presley and Frank Sinatra, had once performed—hence the posters at The P*lace. But the first "a" in the neon sign burned out and was never replaced. It was never explained how the group funded or profited from their performances, but the show did not aim for strict realism. The action took place on abstract, "stagey" sets and the plots involved many fantasy elements, such as the band meeting a robot (Season 1, Episode 10), a runaway princess (Season 1, Episode 6) and even meeting a wise-cracking bicycle (Season 1, Episode 17). In addition to the fictional band's performances on stage, the characters would break into song when they were off-stage (much like in a stage musical).

The city in which the Place was located was never disclosed. The school depicted on the Kids Incorporated set had signage reading P.S., and later, Public School 127. In one episode in the first (Season 1, Episode 20) season, The P*lace was expected to be torn down, but was saved as a National Historical Landmark.

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