Supermodel Tom/Transcript

(Scene shows a party. Photos are taken of a model.)

Woman: Ooh, check that out! Are those pants...

Tom: Wow, everyone in town is really getting into Fashion Week.

Angela: Of course they are! It's the one time of year no one has to be ashamed of looking good.

Hank: That's why I'm rockin' these bad boys! (puts on glasses) Très chic!

Ginger: More like trash-yuck! I wish I could fly away to where lameness is against the law! (sees balloons and gasps) Yes!

(Ginger takes the balloons and tries to fly into the air, but falls back onto the ground.)

Ginger: Aw.

(Tom and Angela laughs.)

(Autumn Summers appears, sitting on an armchair carried by two people.)

Autumn: Ladies and gentlemen, the moment we've all been waiting for! Let the Fashion Week commence!

(Four fashion models appear on the catwalk and are cheered by the crowd.)

Ben: I'm with Ginger. This whole event is a celebration of shallowness.)

Tom: Oh, come on, Ben. I know models are silly, but fashion can be fun!

(Tom puts on a fedora and goes to the front of the catwalk, making poses. The friends laugh.)

Tom: Do I have what it takes?

(Four cannons emerge from the floor and point to Tom. Tom gasps.)

(The cannons fire glitter in Tom's face.)

Tom: (covers eyes) Ow! Ow!

(The friends, along with the crowd, gasp.)

Ben: So shiny...

Angela: (gasps) I can't look away!

Tom: What? Do I have a booger bubble?

Hank: No, pal, you're- you're beautiful! (kneels)

(Rose petals fall from above. Autumn Summers signals her workers to bring her armchair closer to Tom.)

Autumn: Tom, I've never noticed this before, but you've got the look, so I'm going to make you a star!

Tom: Huh!

(Theme song plays)

(Scene cuts to Tom having his pictures taken in front of a purple background.)

Tom: Oh, yeah, giving it to you! Yeah, you receiving it? Uh! Yeah! Uh!

(Tom walks past a crowd of fans cheering for him as he walks into the diner. He wears a fedora, sunglasses, and red scarf. He takes a daisy from a fan.)

(Inside the diner, a woman screams in excitement as Tom signs her forehead with a pen. He walks to his booth where the friends are sitting, taking a pink milkshake. Rhonda pushes on the door to prevent the crowd of fans from entering.)

Ben: Look at you! You're all gussied-up for a casual dinner with friends.

Tom: Oh, please! I am a mess.

All: Huh?

Tom: Okay, I admit it. I look good.

Angela: Watching you makes me never want to blink again.

(Angela's eyes water.)

Angela: So I won't.

(Rhonda appears with Ginger, fighting with him over the balloons.)

Rhonda: I hate to interrupt the dreaminess, but I caught this one stealing Fashion Week balloons out front!

(Rhonda takes the balloons from Ginger. Ginger growls.)

Rhonda: Keep a better eye on your friend. Oh, not you, Tom. (pulls out phone) You stay right there. (takes selfie)

Hank: (to Ginger) I'm disappointed, Ginger. Stealing balloons!

Ginger: I had to do it! I need them for my great sky escape!

Tom: Slow down, Ginger, let's think this things through, okay? (takes out notepad with notes) You'd need some sort of guidance system to control the balloons if you actually wanted to-

(The friends laugh.)

Tom: Why are you laughing?

Ben: (continues laughing) Listen to that! Tom thinks he can explain balloon science!

Tom: What?! I know how balloons work.

Ben: (condescendingly) Sure you do, Tom. (holds up spoon) Hey, here's a spoon. You can see yourself in it! That's fun, right?

Tom: What is going on?

Angela: Oh, he's confused. Tom, we're in a diner.

Ben: Don't worry about thinking, Tom. Just stay pretty.

Tom: W-why are you doing this?

Ben: We're your friends. We'll help you think, since that pretty face can't do it by itself.

Tom: I- I can think for myself!

(The friends laugh.)

Ben: Funny.

Angela: Stop trying to be funny! Just look pretty!

(The crowd outside overcomes Rhonda and steps over her while walking towards Tom.)

Man: Just one selfie?

Crowd: Tom! Tom! Tom!

(The crowd takes photos of Tom. The friends laugh from behind.)

Man: Will you have dinner with my daughter, Tom?

(Scene cuts to the park at night. Tom walks through, and a fan runs by, taking a selfie with Tom.)

(Tom hears rustling from the bushes.)

Tom: Huh?

(Three of the models appear from the bushes. Their eyes glow purple.)

(Tom runs away, but the models chase him. He runs across a busy street, avoiding cars. He ends up cornered in an alley.)

Tom: Get away from me! I know taekwon... fu! And other... words!

Model: Models, strut forward.

(The models march forward towards Tom.)

Tom: What is going on? Oh, please tell me this is just a prank on the hot new guy.

(The models stop and strike a pose.)

Model: It's no prank. We know what you're going through. Everyone's treating you like you're not smart? Like you're a total bobblehead? It's because of... the Model's Curse.

Tom: Uh... the what now?

Model: Once you're a model, people think you're a mirror-loving fool, who only cares about teeth-whiteners.

(The other model show their teeth, which are so shiny they emit lasers that can be reflected with hand mirrors.)

Tom: But I own a company! I was the mayor! Look- there is so much more to me than my looks!

Model: Hey, I was a doctor. I removed my own appendix!

(Scene shows an operating room. The model pulls out his appendix in front of a crowd, who cheers.)

Model: But now, no one can see beyond my pouty lips.

Tom: Well then, I'll stop being a model. Beauty isn't worth this!

Model: You can't stop! You signed the contract! You're a model for life!

Tom: No, this can't be!

Model: Sorry, thought you should know. Models, pose parade!

(The models start leaving.)

Tom: No, you're wrong, Reece! There's more to me than my looks! There has to be!

(Scene cuts to the garage. Angela, Ben and Hank enter. Angela turns on the light switch, but the lights do not turn on.)

Angela: What?

Hank: Huh?

Ben: Odd, the lights aren't working.

(A shadowy figure rushes by, but they do not notice. Angela turns on a flashlight and moves around the garage.)