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.)

(Angela finds Tom hiding under the stairs. Tom wears a mask and black cape. Tom screams, and the friends gasp.)

Tom: No, turn away, I'm too pretty!

Angela: But, Tom, you being too pretty is why people want to look at you.

Tom: But then, they'll assume I'm a shallow dunce. It's... the Model's Curse.

(A thunderclap is heard and a lightning bolt appears through the skylight.)

Ben: Tom, what are you talking about?

Tom: I'm talking about... (takes off mask) ...this!

(Tom's face sparkles and a purple aura appears around Tom's face.)

Ben: Oh...!

Angela: Tom, stop trying to think such big thoughts. Just walk over here so I can stare at you!

Hank: (prostrates) Shouldn't you be taking selfies of your abs right now, McGorgeous?

(Tom puts his mask back on. The aura disappears. The friends gasp.)

Hank: Did I just call you McGorgeous?

Ben: What an odd phenomenon.

Tom: I'm doomed to live behind this mask... forever.

Angela: No, Tom, you can fight this, but it's obviously a powerful curse, so you have to go big. The last day of Fashion Week is tomorrow, and we're gonna put on a show.

(Scene cuts to a Fashion Week party. Ginger is seen stealing balloons. Angela steps onto the end of the catwalk.)

Angela: (in microphone) Welcome, everyone! Today's show is gonna be really special!

Autumn: What are you doing onstage?! You're no model!

Angela: Okay, not gonna lie, that hurt a bit, but really, what is a model? Just an empty-headed pretty face, or could a model be so much more?

(The curtain opens, showing an operating table. Reece appears holding an appendix and another model lies on the table.)

Angela: Doctors!

(Another curtain opens, revealing another one of the models writing equations on a blackboard.)

Ben: Mathematicians!

Hank: (strums ukulele) And a guy doing this!

(A third curtain opens, revealing another model floating in the air while meditating.)

Tom: Do you see, everybody? You should take models seriously! Models are just beautiful versions of you.

(The Model's Curse affects the crowd. A blue aura is emitted.)

Ginger: Huh?

Wesley: Yeah, we should take models seriously, because I seriously want to see 'em dance!

Crowd: (chants) Dance! Dance! Dance!

Angela: No, stop chanting! The models can-

(Angela sees Tom's face and is affected by the curse.)

Angela: ...dance! Dance! Dance!

Ben and Hank: Dance! Dance! Dance!

Reece: You tried, Tom. Now let's give the people what they want.

(Ginger is seen in the crowd with the balloons tied to a chair. Ginger sits on the chair, which floats up.)

Ginger: Yeah!

Tom: Ginger, what are you doing?

Ginger: I did it! I finally found enough balloons to ditch Fashion Town! (shakes rear) So long, losers!

(Ginger loses balance. The chair comes loose and falls to the ground. Ginger holds onto the balloons and continues floating.)

Ginger: Gah! Help!

(One of the people in the crowd runs out of the way as the chair lands onto the ground, shattering.)

Ginger: Heeelp! Somebody help me!

Rhonda: What should we do?

Tom: Reece, I need to get up there.

Reece: Right. Models, pose stack. Now!

(The models form a tall stack.)

Hank: This makes no sense. The empty-headed models are up to something!

(Tom reaches the top of the stack. He tries to reach Ginger's foot but cannot reach. The stack leans to one side, but rebalances.)

Tom: He's too high to reach! (holds up hand mirror) Models, show those shiny teeth!

(The models emit lasers from his teeth. It reflects off of many mirrors before they hit the balloons, popping them.)

Ben: They're using light refraction to pop the balloons! But how could these silly models think of that?

(Most of the balloons have popped. Ginger starts falling slowly back down.)

Ginger: Gah... it's working! You're saving me!

(The last balloons are popped. Ginger falls back down to earth.)

(Tom jumps off the top of the stack, diving towards Ginger.)

Angela: Tom! (echoes)

(Tom hugs Ginger, protecting him from the fall. They land onto the ground.)

Angela: (gasps) Ah, no! (runs to Tom) Tom!

(Tom is unconscious. Angela sobs.)

(Tom regains consciousness, gasping for air. He has a bump on his head and is covered in dirt.)

Ben: Huzzah!

(The crowd cheers.)

(The Model's Curse is broken. The aura disappears.)

Tom: We're alive... I think. Huh.

Angela: You were amazing, Tom! That's my brilliant guy.

Tom: Well, I j- wait, you called me brilliant. Does that mean...

Angela: The Model's Curse is broken! You made people see you as more than just a pretty face, in a big way. But... maybe it's also the big bump on your head.

Tom: Ha!

(The crowd cheers.)

Autumn: Good for you, boys! You're heroes! But since all of this goes against your contract, you're also all fired!

Tom: Huh?

Ginger: Yes!

Autumn: (holds up contract) Anyone else want to model?

Hank: (puts on glasses) Well, I don't see the downside!

Tom: No, wait! Nooooo!

(Credits roll)