(photographers shout encouragement)
(models scream)
ALEX: Clover, where are you taking us?
SAM: Last time she did this we ended up at the Body-Piercing Hut, remember?
ALEX: That's right! It took us four hours to convince her that a lip ring wouldn't "enhance her natural beauty."
CLOVER: Relax, girls, this surprise is totally piercing free. Now take off your blindfolds. Ta-da!
ALEX: The Groovy Smoothie Shack? I don't get it, Clover. Are you thirsty or something?
CLOVER: No. I'm here to sign up for the Miss Groovy Smoothie beauty contest - and you're here to support me.
SAM: A food court beauty contest? You're kidding, right? I mean, you know beauty's only skin deep.
CLOVER: Of course. I'm not kidding! And, judging by the competition, I'd say I'm a shoe-in for victory.
MANDY: Um, not so fast, Clover. This is my competition and mine alone. Nothing or no-one is gonna stop me from becoming Miss Groovy Smoothie and launching my modeling career. (laughs)
CLOVER: Is that a fact?
MANDY: Yes, it is. Cos everyone who's ever won this contest has gone on to bigger and better things. And I intend to join them, thank you very much. Now, why don't you and those cheap shoes of yours just step off.
CLOVER: The only thing that's cheap around is here is your pathetic attempt at trying to get me to back down. Now outta my way! Come on, girls. Let's go plan my victory party.
MANDY: (scoffs) As if!
CLOVER: Can you believe the nerve of that girl?
ALEX: Tell me about it. I mean, how dare she accuse you of wearing cut-rate shoes!
SAM: I say we ditch the mall, grab a mani/pedi, and forget all about boring old Mandy.
CLOVER & ALEX: Deal!
(they scream)
(elevator dings)
(groans)
ALEX: I don't remember the parking structure being quite this dark.
SAM: Uh, Alex, something tells me we're not at the mall anymore.
(they scream)
JERRY: Hello, ladies.
SAM: Jerry. Should have known.
JERRY: Nice to see you too. Now, allow me to brief you about your new mission.
CLOVER: So much for that mani/pedi.
JERRY: We've just been informed that approximately a dozen models from all over the world have literally been stolen within the last 24 hours.
ALEX: What do you mean "stolen?"
JERRY: We're currently en route to New York where you'll go undercover as journalists at Fashion Week, a hugely important industry event where you'll have access to everyone who's anyone in the world of modeling.
SAM: You want us to see what we can find out about the abductions?
JERRY: Precisely. And now for the gadgets. This time you'll be utilizing the magnetic spring-loaded bungee belt in faux snakeskin, the ultra-inflatable nylon tek vest, a pair of hologram-projecting mood rings, the titanium drill-heel boot for impromptu tunneling, and last, but not least, the M-Ray contact lens in aquamarine.
ALEX: M-Ray?
JERRY: For seeing through metal. Now, goodbye and good luck, spies. I'll be in touch!
(they scream)
CLOVER: I've heard of fashion police, but this is ridiculous.
SAM: Must be because of the abductions.
ALEX: Man, talk about a mob scene!
MODEL: Everyone's here to see the new modeling phenom, Gazelle.
CLOVER: Gazelle?
MODEL: She arrived on the scene practically overnight and the witch is already getting all the available modeling work. That means me and the rest of the supermodels are pretty much out of luck.
SAM: I think we need a better view.
(crowd clamors)
CLOVER: I've never seen anyone so... so perfect. It's unbelievable!
SAM: Better keep an eye on her, Alex.
ALEX: Right.
CLOVER: What's she doing?
ALEX: Taking off her gloves. Huh, now that's odd.
CLOVER: What?
ALEX: The skin on her arms and hands... it's all sorts of different colors.
CLOVER: Different colors as in her tanning bed's on the fritz?
ALEX: "Different colors" as in the Bride of Frankenstein. Maybe she's not so perfect after all.
SAM: How about we go backstage for a closer look? Now remember, we're supposed to be journalists so act professional.
CLOVER: Ew! Nast!
SAM: Not exactly the professional demeanor I had in mind, Clover. Hi, Gazelle. I'm Sam from Trend Of The Moment magazine. I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed the show.
GAZELLE: Thanks. But the truth is I owe everything to my agency. Really. I wouldn't exist without them.
HELMET: Yes, and we wouldn't exist without her. I'm Helmet from Picture Perfect. I represent Gazelle. She's single-handedly put our agency on the map.
CLOVER: You're a modeling agent?
HELMET: That's right.
CLOVER: So you'd know if I had what it takes to be a model?
ALEX: (sighs)
HELMET: My philosophy is that everyone has something about them that's perfect. In your case, it's your legs.
CLOVER: So, you're saying I'm model material?!
HELMET: Sorry. Not quite. Come on, Gazelle. You need your beauty rest.
ALEX: Gazelle, wait! You dropped your... (gasps) ...ear?!
SAM: I've sent the ear to WOOHP for analysis. Our next move is to investigate Picture Perfect.
CLOVER: Picture Perfect, please. I mean, what kind of pathetic agency are they, anyway? Take that Helmet guy, for instance. He calls himself an agent? He wouldn't know a model if she sashayed right into him!
ALEX: Come again?
CLOVER: No matter what Helmet says, I know I'm model material.
- (knocking)
MAN: Special delivery. It's from the Groovy Smoothie Shack.
CLOVER: It says I'm a finalist in the Miss Groovy Smoothie beauty contest! This proves it, I am model material!
(Alex sighs)
CLOVER: Ouch!
ALEX: Are you OK?
CLOVER: I'm fine. It's just a scratch.
SAM: Oh good. We wouldn't want anything to happen to our favorite potential beauty queen.
(helicopter whirrs)
CLOVER: (screams)
SAM: Clover!
CLOVER: Hey! You're stretching out my perfect legs!
ALEX: They're trying to shake us off!
(SAM & ALEX scream)
ALEX: OK, that was a little too close for comfort.
SAM: Speaking of comfort, you wanna get me out of this thing?
CLOVER: Help me!
SAM: Quick. Look inside the helicopter and see if there's any clues!
ALEX: The pilot has the Picture Perfect logo on his jacket!
SAM: We'd better call Jerry.
JERRY: Hello, ladies. How's the Big Apple?
ALEX: Rotten, Jerry. Clover's been kidnapped.
JERRY: Oh, dear. That's the second time this month.
SAM: What do you know about the Picture Perfect Modeling Agency?
JERRY: Let's see... apparently it's run by an ex-model named Tuesday Tate. Their headquarters are in Sydney, Australia.
SAM: We're journalists from Trend Of The Moment here to see Tuesday Tate.
PICTURE PERFECT EMPLOYEE: You aren't on Miss Tate's schedule. I'm afraid you'll have to leave.
ALEX: Is it me or is there something very familiar about that woman?
SAM: Not to mention something very rude. Looks like we're gonna have to enter Picture Perfect the hard way. Never underestimate the power of a good accessory.
ALEX: Looks more like some kind of high-tech clinic than a modeling agency.
(they gasp)
SAM: I wonder what's in here?
ALEX: Hey, check that out! Those are both Gazelle? Man, talk about a split personality.
SAM: Jackpot! Gazelle's "donors." Stacey, Aimee, Anna, Kelley, Gretchen... (Compowder alert) Sam here.
JERRY: Hello, ladies. I thought you'd be interested to know that the ear you sent me belongs to a model who was abducted last week. Her name is Gretchen.
ALEX: (gasps) Sam, that's... that's one of the names on the donor list!
Jerry: Donor list?
SAM: I know what it seems like, Alex, but how could it be possible?
TUESDAY TATE: (clears throat) Can I help you, ladies?
SAM: Uh, yes. Yes, you can. We're journalists from Trend Of The Moment and...
ALEX: ...and we're here to interview you!
TUESDAY TATE: OK. But you'll have to make it snappy. I'm leaving soon for a model search in New Zealand.
SAM: So... I hear that you used to be a model, Miss Tate. Why did you quit?
TUESDAY TATE: I injured my leg at a photo shoot two years ago. It was a circus theme and I was to play the role of lion tamer. Unfortunately, the lion tamed me. Now I have this.
SAM: Why don't you tell us about Picture Perfect and how it is that you've achieved this sudden success?
- (telephone rings)
TUESDAY TATE: Tuesday speaking. Oh, I see... Would you ladies mind moving to the waiting room down the hall while I take this call?
ALEX: No, not at all.
SAM: No problem.
HELMET: Those two are definitely trouble.
TUESDAY TATE: Well, then, we'd better eliminate them.
(alarm blares)
ALEX: Uh-oh.
SAM: I'd say our interview's just been cut short!
ALEX: We'd better find Clover before it's too late.
HELMET: Get them!
(growls)
SAM: We have to get to that restricted area we found earlier.
ALEX: It's gotta be around here somewhere.
(they scream)
SAM: Clover!
ALEX: What happened to you?
CLOVER: Picture Perfect steals body parts! That's how they created Gazelle! Right now there's someone else out there running around with my perfect legs!
(they gasp)
SAM: Don't worry. We're gonna get all of you out of here.
TUESDAY TATE: I wouldn't be so sure about that. We can't just let you leave and risk you telling the world about our little secret.
- (they struggle)
SAM: Why are you doing this?
TUESDAY TATE: It's simple, really. I want to create an army of perfect models so that I can dominate the industry that destroyed my career.
ALEX: Couldn't you just steal yourself a new leg instead? I mean, it seems like a lot less trouble.
TUESDAY TATE: Hmm, you've got a point. But somehow my evil revenge plan just sounds like more fun.
SAM: Well, it'll never work.
TUESDAY TATE: Perhaps you'll feel a little differently after my demonstration, darling.
CLOVER: Hey, those are my legs!
HELMET: Correction. They were your legs. Now they belong to Picture Perfect. Just like your friends' body parts are about to.
TUESDAY TATE: Prepare to be modelized.
(beeping)
(they shriek)
(gasps)
(they shriek)
CLOVER: And I thought I had it bad.
TUESDAY TATE: Now, since I'll be getting plenty of new donors from all around the world at the Auckland Convention Center, I'm quite ready to dispose of you.
ALEX: Dispose of us?
HELMET: Yes. We're gonna dump you in the ocean where you'll join a school of ferocious, man-eating sharks for lunch.
(they shriek)
ALEX: I don't know about you girls, but I'm not ready to be fish food quite yet.
CLOVER: Me neither. Even if I do look like a science experiment gone bad.
SAM: Trust me, we'll be outta here in no time.
CLOVER: Fine. I'll trust you. Just promise me you'll stop smiling. Your braces are blinding me. Nice goin', Sam. What's our next move?
SAM: Since we can't get into the cockpit, I'll get the pilot to come to us. Just be ready for him.
(yells)
CLOVER: Good work, Red.
ALEX: Right back at ya. Now all we have to do is get to New Zealand and stop Tuesday.
SAM: That's a great idea, except for one thing. Now that you've knocked the pilot unconscious, who'll fly the plane?
- (they gasp)
CLOVER: OK, why am I doing this?
ALEX: Because the pedals are really hard to press and you're the one with the... stout, powerful legs.
CLOVER: Right.
HELMET: Oh, that skin, it's magnificent. We can definitely use you.
TUESDAY TATE: I'd say your toes are among the loveliest specimens I've ever seen. You're Picture Perfect material for sure.
HELMET: Now why don't you step inside the Modelizer... I mean, the photo booth... so we can take some pictures of you?
TUESDAY TATE: That should be plenty. In a matter of minutes we'll have ourselves an army of Picture Perfect models.
(Models shrieking)
(airplane engine)
TUESDAY TATE: What the...?
(Spies screaming)
SAM: Way to go, Clover!
CLOVER: All in a day's work.
ALEX: Uh, guys... I think we've got trouble.
CLOVER: We've got to get them out of the Modelizer before they end up pieced together like us! It's locked!
ALEX: Don't worry. I'll find Tuesday and her key. There she is, on the other side of the convention center with Helmet!
SAM: Well, then, we'd better get moving.
ALEX: Gotcha!
SAM: Now hand over the key to the modelizing machine!
TUESDAY TATE: You want the key? Go get it!
CLOVER: Great. This is gonna be like trying to find a nail file in a haystack.
TUESDAY TATE: Well, you'd better hurry because once the modelizing process is complete, it'll be irreversible. Just a new feature I've added to the machine.
ALEX: What are you doing?
SAM: Trying to locate the key with the compowder fingerprint scanner. Bingo! Now let's get back to the girls!
CLOVER: What about these two?
JERRY: Don't worry. We'll take care of them.
ALEX: So... you're sure about this? You're definitely dropping out?
CLOVER: Absolutely. I've decided that I've had enough modeling and beauty contests for one lifetime. The whole scene's just way too evil. Besides, ever since I got my legs back, I remember how gorgeous I truly am. I don't need anyone else's validation.
SAM: I always knew you were beautiful and smart.
JUDGE: Well, that's too bad because you would've won. But since you dropped out, I'll be awarding the first runner up your $25,000 cash and your brand new convertible sportscar. Congratulations, Mandy!
MANDY: Thank you! Thank you one and all!
CLOVER: $25,000? Wait, I was only kidding! It was a joke! I want to be Miss Groovy Smoothie!
SAM: Oh, well. So much for Clover thinking the whole scene is evil.