Break(-Dance) in Case of Emergency

In the lobby of Natalie’s building, I noticed this sign:

I began thinking about emergencies that would prompt me to call Mario Lopez. Here’s what I’ve got:

• I need to borrow a pair of elastic-waist stonewashed jeans.
• I need a last-minute partner for a contrived all-male dance-off to save my favorite diner/hangout.
• I need someone to watch my lizard for the weekend.
• I’m casting a stage version of Greg Louganis’ autobiography Breaking the Surface.
• I’m having trouble embracing my Mexican heritage.
• My band is performing a version of Michael Bolton’s “How Am I Supposed to Live Without You” and the drummer (or lead male vocalist) has called in sick.

Any others?