Synopsis:
The combination
of the newly invented ‘Fem-A-Sizer’ and the Fashion Club results in chaos. (Set
during Season 3)
Acknowledgements:
This story was
originally posted on the PPMB as a ‘serial script’, between 3/25/05-3/31/05.
Thanks go out to The Angst Guy, Sleepless, SteveBlumDeckler, Lawndale Stalker
and AJ Smith for their helpful feedback. Further thanks to
ScissorsMacGillicutty, PolemArch and E.A Smith for successfully solving the
bonus allusion challenge, discovering references to William Wordsworth,
Sylvester Stallone and the Talking Heads. A distinguished group.
[We open
with a dark laboratory, illuminated only by periodic lightning. This setting is
soon disrupted by a familiar voice.]
BARCH: All
those hours of work, in the utmost secrecy. I should really get overtime for
this… No, the results will be worthwhile enough if I succeed.
[She
appears contemplative.]
BARCH: And
all those men said that it couldn’t be done. Maybe not according to their
misogynistic beliefs, but I’ll soon show them!
[Janet
Barch moves towards a veiled machine. She removes the veil.]
BARCH: It
is aliv…I mean, up with women! I call you the Fem-A-Sizer!
[Said
machine is shown. It looks like an oversized drill, with a complicated array of
buttons and switches lining its side. The other side displays the title in
large red letters.]
BARCH:
Better make sure it works.
[After
briefly adjusting the controls, she shoots a blue ray into herself. Within
seconds, Barch has become ten feet tall. Unfortunately, the ceiling is only
nine feet.]
BARCH: Ow!
Damn ceilings, glass or otherwise! At least the machine appears to function
properly. Still, I cannot let this get into the wrong hands. Used incorrectly,
it could endanger Lawndale and all within it. [Thinks] Where are people least
likely to find this? Room 121! There is one thing I have to do first.
(Barch
restores herself to her usual size)
[Cut to
Room 121. Barch has just finished lugging her contraption throughout the halls
of Lawndale High, and has placed it in the corner. A close-up reveals that the
settings have changed.]
BARCH: This
room hasn’t been used since I started teaching at this school. It should be
safe here until I can get this thing home. I’ll be Barch! [Laughs] I should use
that one sometime. [Leaves.]
QUINN: What
do you mean we can’t meet in our usual room!
DEFOE: I’m
very sorry girls, but I’ve been asked to repaint the walls of this room, using
student labour. Ms. Li is very tight with funds. [Beat. Low voice.] Don’t tell
anyone I just said that, ok?
SANDI:
Whatever.
STACY:
Where is the other room?
DEFOE: Room
121, I think.
STACY:
Thanks.
[The
Fashion Club walks off. Cut to Defoe, supervising the painting process.]
DEFOE:
That’s it, long fluid strokes.
JANE: Can
we use any other colours? White on white has been done. I’d really like to do a
mural.
DEFOE: That
would be wonderful Jane, but we only have white paint and a looming deadline.
JANE: Darn.
Look, I should probably attend my Math class. My solid C average can’t maintain
itself. I trust my classmates can finish this ‘work’.
[Cut to
Kevin, painting unevenly.]
KEVIN: Hey
babe, I’m Michaelangela!
[Defoe
overhears this remark.]
DEFOE:
Michelangelo.
KEVIN:
Whatever.
[Cut to the
Fashion Club, beginning their journey.]
QUINN: I
hope it isn’t too far to walk.
TIFFANY:
Not…long distance…
SANDI:
Well, there’s only one way to find out. Let’s go.
[Cut to the
Fashion Club walking down a lengthy corridor, exhausted from their efforts.]
SANDI: When
will it end?
QUINN:
Feels like we’ve been walking for freakin’ hours.
STACY:
Don’t worry; we’re almost there. See? [Gestures toward end of corridor. A
close-up reveals that she is pointing at Room 121.]
QUINN:
We’ve never had to use this room before. Damn Art students making us walk so
far for our meeting. What gives them the right?
SANDI: They
forget their place on the social scale. Let the meeting begin.
[They
inspect the room. It is non-descript, containing several chairs and a table.
These do not appear to have been recently disturbed, as a ‘Vote for Perot ‘92’
sticker indicates. Tucked away in the corner is the Fem-A-Sizer. The Fashion
Club do not notice this contraption, having more important things to focus
their energies upon.]
QUINN: Eww! It looks dingy!
TIFFANY:
Yeah, dingy…
SANDI:
We’ll manage, somehow.
[Cut to
midway throughout the meeting.]
QUINN: And
that is why strapless sandals are the ideal footwear for spring.
STACY:
Yeah, and they don’t leave those ugly marks on your feet.
TIFFANY:
Stacy, eww…
STACY:
Sorry!
SANDI:
Don’t worry. You can put this gum wrapper in the garbage.
STACY:
[Resignedly] Ok.
[Stacy
walks over to the corner. She now sees the Fem-A-Sizer.]
STACY:
Guys, what is this?
QUINN: It’s
probably just a prop.
SANDI: But
what if it was real? Then we could improve our figures even more. [Quieter] At
least those of us who are not already beautiful.
QUINN: It’s
nice to dream.
TIFFANY:
Why dream? It couldn’t hurt to try…
[Quinn
looks at the panel.]
QUINN: How
does this thing work?
SANDI: Try
the red button. It doesn’t really matter.
QUINN: Ok
Sandi. [Presses button, than joins her friends in fashion.]
SANDI: What
a surprise. Nothing happene---
[An intense
blue beam interrupts Sandi’s statement.]
SANDI: What
was that?
QUINN: Cool
special effects.
STACY: Uh,
guys? I don’t think those were special effects.
QUINN:
Let’s get out of here!
[Sandi,
Quinn, Stacy and Tiffany run through the rear door, escaping onto an empty
field. Their timing is fortunate, as they soon begin to grow… And continue
doing so, until reaching the height of fifty feet. Their clothes have grown
with them.]
SANDI: What
happened? I felt like I was in an elevator.
QUINN: I
don’t know, but the school looks much smaller than usual…
STACY: So
do the trees. I think we’ve become bigger.
SANDI: That
would seem likely. But how big are we?
QUINN:
Wait, if the trees only reach here, [Gestures toward knees] we must be fifty
feet tall!
STACY: Eep!
(Tiffany
responds to this frightening situation in the only way possible.)
TIFFANY:
Does being fifty feet tall make me look fat?
STACY: No
Tiffany, your weight is just right, honest!
SANDI: We
should go somewhere quieter.
QUINN: Good
idea Sandi!
[They walk
off into the distance.]
Part 2.
[Daria and
Jane are shown walking home from school.]
DARIA:
Where were you at lunch?
JANE:
Indentured labour.
DARIA:
Science, Slavery, Math, all in a day’s work.
JANE: Yeah.
Your sister and her friends also dropped by, looking for a Room 121.
DARIA: No
wonder I didn’t hear the sad still music of shallowness today.
[Following
this remark, loud footsteps are suddenly heard.]
JANE: What
was that?
DARIA: Some
sort of tremor, I think. But Lawndale doesn’t get earthquakes.
[Jane
glances backwards. In the distance the Fashion Club are visible walking away.]
JANE: Uh,
Daria, I think I know why.
DARIA:
What?
JANE: The
Fashion Club and their footsteps.
DARIA:
They’re not loud. Quinn considers superfluous noise to be unfashionable.
JANE:
Except ‘Boys Are Guys.’ Turn around to find the answer.
[Daria
looks.]
DARIA: Oh
no. Quinn has become a monster… moreso!
JANE:
They’re taking fashion to new heights.
DARIA: This
isn’t the time.
JANE:
There’s always time for cutting remarks. [Faux-dramatic.] They are all
we have. Think they’ll turn on the town?
DARIA:
Maybe not at first. When they realise that no clothing comes in their size,
then we’re in trouble. I’d rather not take the chance. But I should let my
parents know first. They’re in for enough of a shock without worrying about me.
JANE: Good
idea. But how?
DARIA: By
either phoning or dropping in to visit their workplaces. Maybe I can chalk it
up as work experience. Could you drive us into town?
JANE: Sure.
DARIA: Thanks.
[Cut to a
forest. Sandi, Quinn, Stacy and Tiffany are gathered.]
SANDI: As
president of the Fashion Club, I believe we should discuss how we shall manage
being unfashionably gigantic. What are our problems?
[Tiffany
does not hear this last question, as she is trying to see her reflection in a
lake.]
SANDI:
Tiffany, please focus.
TIFFANY:
Sorry…
STACY: How
are going to get clothes? These ones aren’t going to last forever and even if
they don’t get dirty then we have to worry about them becoming out-of-date and
risk looking like geeks and being unable to hide our shame!
QUINN:
Stacy! We’ll ask Cashmans if they know any distributors who could help. They
wouldn’t abandon us. ‘Blush’ won’t be released for another fortnight, so
there’s still time to keep up with fashion.
STACY:
Great idea Quinn!
SANDI:
Problem solved. What next?
TIFFANY: Do
I…look fat?
STACY: No!
TIFFANY:
But I weigh so much…
SANDI: We
cannot help that. At least we are perfectly proportionate.
QUINN: What
if we need to go to the bathroom?
STACY: We
have the forest.
SANDI:
Nature shall be our bathroom.
TIFFANY:
Does it have a mirror?
[Silence.]
QUINN: The
teeny people will be scared. We should let them know that they won’t be hurt,
unless they’re mean.
SANDI: I’ll
handle it, somehow. Let’s move.
[Cut to the
center of Lawndale. Due to an unrelated parade, the streets are packed with
people. Their collective attention has been diverted.]
SANDI:
Uh-hem. (Slight cough.) People of Lawndale, please remain calm. As president of
the Fashion Club, I assure you that we mean no harm. Due to circumstances
beyond our control we are now very big. We hope that you will not fear us, and
go about your little lives in peace… Thank you.
QUINN: That
was great Sandi!
STACY:
Yeah!
SANDI: Gee,
thanks. I couldn’t do it without your support.
[Cut to
streets below.]
O’NEILL:
Isn’t it nice that they could resolve their problems peacefully rather than
resorting to violence?
DEMARTINO:
I fear that this won’t be the end of it.
O’NEILL:
Come on Anthony, have a little faith in your students.
DEMARTINO:
They caused me enough trouble normally. I doubt that they would listen
to reason now!
[Cut to
elsewhere in the crowd.]
JANE: And
you said that Quinn couldn’t be a bigger annoyance.
DARIA:
Shows me for relying upon logic. [Sighs] Why does this always have to happen
here?
JANE: What
do you mean?
DARIA: Our
town is a center for the bizarre. It was only last month that holidays were
roaming Lawndale.
JANE: I was
trying to block that out, in the hope of it all being a dream… Or a source for
future works.
DARIA: And
that’s besides the hurricane causing a spontaneous musical outburst.
JANE: At
least the town had an opportunity to hear my pipes.
DARIA:
Drowned out by the winds.
JANE: Not a
bad thing, in hindsight. But you’re right. This is nothing new. Although I
still don’t trust your sister and her cronies.
DARIA: We
should leave until this thing blows over. But I need to make some calls first.
Damn these crowded streets! [Dials number on mobile phone.] Hi Mom, just
calling to let you know that Quinn and her friends are now giants…
[Cut to
Helen’s office, although Daria’s dialogue remains audible.]
HELEN:
(Sounding stressed) I’m very busy with the Jarnydce case. This isn’t a good
time for jokes.
DARIA: I’m
not kidding.
HELEN: It’s
impossible. How could have--
[Helen
suddenly sees Tiffany staring through her window.]
TIFFANY:
Hii…
[Helen
rapidly recovers her composure.]
HELEN:
Wait, you’re right. I don’t know how, but you are. Have they destroyed anything
yet?
[Split-screen
dialogue.]
DARIA: No.
I don’t feel like risking it though. I was thinking of fleeing the town.
HELEN: Hmm…
DARIA:
You’ve seen how Quinn treats me normally. I don’t want to see how she would
now.
HELEN: Good
point. But please go somewhere that I can easily keep in contact with you.
[Thinks.] What if I call your Aunt Amy? Assuming you can get to Boston.
DARIA: I
can, but will need Jane for chauffeur duties.
HELEN: If
it’s necessary. Oh, could you let your father know? Better if he finds out from
a family member that isn’t fifty feet tall.
DARIA:
Thanks. I’ll let Dad know. Bye. [Daria dials another phone number.] Hello?
[Meanwhile,
the Fashion Club discuss the crowds around them.]
STACY: Do
you think any of our family is watching us?
TIFFANY:
They could be looking…
QUINN:
Can’t see mine here.
SANDI:
Isn’t that your cousin down there?
QUINN: Yeah, but they, isn’t that your family over there? [Points]
[Cut to
Griffin family. They look at Sandi.]
SAM: Let’s
never bug Sandi again.
CHRIS:
You’re right.
[Tom
chuckles]
TOM: You
know, the threat of destruction by giants really brings families together.
LINDA: Not
when one of them is your daughter!
TOM: Oh.
Never thought of that.
[Cut back
to the Fashion Club in mid-conversation.]
QUINN: So
then Brooke came in wearing an outfit with uncoordinated colours!
STACY: Very
unprofessional.
TIFFANY:
Yeah…
SANDI: Yes.
Is it possible that we could get some supplies?
QUINN:
[Quietly] I could ask. [Louder] Can anyone help us?
[Cut to
below.]
JAMIE: I’ll
help you Quinn!
JEFFY: I’ll
get you supplies made just for you!
JOEY: I’ll
get them quicker!
[Unfortunately,
this dialogue is inaudible to Quinn. However, she does see the three J’s
excited motions, and lifts them to her ear.]
JEFFY: Uh,
I know a guy who can help you.
JOEY: Sure
you do. What you need is to talk to the Mayor. My dad can arrange it.
JAMIE: Uh,
I’ll get you some low-fat popcorn and diet soda!
QUINN:
Thanks guys! That would be nice.
[She places
them on the ground.]
JEFFY: Ow,
my ears hurt!
JAMIE: I
guess I appreciate Quinn’s voice more.
JOEY: Shut
up guys. We’ve got work to do.
(Open on
Jane and Daria in The Tank. Jane is driving, Daria not having obtained her
license.)
JANE: Lucky
that Max found a cheap SUV for their latest tour.
DARIA:
Yeah. Mystik Spiral has hit the big time. How long until they sell out?
JANE: You
have to sell before selling out, so it will be a while before we see Trent
hawking Pepsi.
DARIA: At
least that would keep him awake.
JANE:
[Imitating a fan] “I knew him when he was slothful.”
DARIA:
Yeah. I thought there would be more traffic. You know, people fleeing Lawndale.
JANE:
They’d rather wait for the destruction to begin.
DARIA: That
isn’t certain.
JANE: It’s
the Fashion Club.
DARIA: Hope
they haven’t begun already.
[Cut to
Fashion Club]
QUINN: What
should we ask for in the meeting?
STACY: We
could ask for a place to stay so we aren’t left out here in the cold with only
buildings to sit on. Especially when they’re rough.
TIFFANY: Is
that because I’m fat?
STACY: No!
You’re not fat, obese or overweight in any way! [Takes a deep breath]
TIFFANY:
Sorry…
QUINN: We
have power now. We should demand a steady supply of clothes. I saw a special
about custom-sized clothes being made. Our figures can’t be too much of a
stretch.
SANDI: Good
idea Quinn. Maybe you should impeach…
QUINN: Not
now. Our looks are at stake.
SANDI:
Sorry. Force of habit.
QUINN: Food
would also be good… But not too much.
SANDI: OK.
We’ll ask for food, lodging and clothing. Anything else?
TIFFANY:
How about…a mirror?
SANDI:
Can’t you use an office building?
TIFFANY: I
already did… They didn’t like it.
SANDI: Some
people just don’t understand fashion.
BUREAUCRAT:
(On loudspeaker) Please come to Town Hall so we can discuss your needs.
SANDI:
We’ll be there as soon as we can.
[The
Fashion Club sets off, trying their best to avoid destroying anything or
anyone. Cut to below, with many onlookers gawking.]
BRITTANY:
How could it happen?
KEVIN: Uh,
growth spurt?
BRITTANY:
Not that quickly!
[Brief
silence.]
KEVIN: I
don’t know babe, I just don’t know!
BRITTANY:
Kevvy, I’m scared.
KEVIN:
Don’t worry. You’re with me now.
[They kiss.
Cut to a familiar figure standing nearby.]
BARCH: How
reassuring…Fools! Especially Kevin!
KEVIN: Hey!
BARCH: Oh
shut up, you man! Everybody knows that this could only be the product of the
Fem-A-Sizer…[Quieter] or they would if I had gotten a better publicist. I must
reclaim my machine to save the day. But first, to gather some supplies. My
machine must still be in the school… [Sets off.]
KEVIN: That
was weird.
[Quick cut
to Amy’s Boston apartment.]
DARIA: Hi.
AMY: Ah, my
favourite niece. And her partner-in-cynicism.
JANE: Hey.
AMY: I’m
glad to see you both, although the circumstances are unusual. Has Helen been
working too much lately?
DARIA: More
of a permanent state. Besides, I was the one who let her know.
AMY: If it
wasn’t Lawndale, I’d have doubted her.
JANE: So
you heard about the holidays and the hurricane?
AMY: No
actually, but in a city featured that often on Sick Sad World, anything is
possible. Which reminds me… [Amy turns on television.] Make yourselves
comfortable.
[Display
television with footage of Quinn & Co]
ANNNOUNCER:
Tonight, we talk to the world’s biggest club! The real Teen Titans, on
Sick Sad World.
DARIA: Oh
dear.
JANE: We
have to watch!
[We return
to Lawndale. The Mayor is standing on top of Town Hall, using a loudspeaker.]
MAYOR: What
do you want?
QUINN: We
would like some cuisine, regular changes of clothing to stay in fashion, and a
place to stay. [Tiffany whispers in Quinn’s ear.] And a giant mirror.
MAYOR:
Tonnes of food? A giant house? Well we
don’t have that sort of money!
SANDI: I
thought this town was rich.
MAYOR: Oh
it is… But this sort of thing would set a bad precedent. If we spent up on you,
everybody will be demanding free handouts. It’d be bad for the economy.
QUINN:
Forget the economy. Do you have a place that we can stay in? We can’t stand forever!
MAYOR: You
can sleep in the forest. But don’t damage anything. The environmental groups
are already protesting my pro-logging policies. Damn hippies. So no, we can’t
help you at the moment. However, we will send word to Congress, who will
hopefully pass legislation allowing you kids the funding you deserve!
STACY: How
long will this take?
MAYOR: Oh,
only six to eight months, tops!
QUINN:
(Annoyed) Six to eight months?
SANDI: This
meeting is over.
[Cut to
Amy’s apartment. Daria is in the middle of recounting the day’s events.]
DARIA: And
we figured that Lawndale wasn’t the safest place to stay.
JANE: It’s
risky enough for us outsider types as it is.
AMY: An
admirable decision. And did many people have the same idea?
DARIA: No.
They think they’re safe. Some people are enjoying the situation.
[Quick cut
to Upchuck leering.]
UPCHUCK:
Oooh…
[Return to
apartment.]
AMY: Hang
on. I’ll order us some pizza. [Amy walks over to telephone.]
JANE: Pizza
and Sick Sad World? This would be a good place to live.
DARIA: It
almost sounds like you want Lawndale to be destroyed.
JANE: Just
trying to make the best of a bad situation.
[We again
return to Lawndale. A helicopter with an eye logo flies near Sandi and Quinn.]
QUINN:
AHHH!
SANDI: Stay
away from my hair!
JOURNALIST:
Sorry, we were hoping to conduct an interview.
QUINN: What
show are you from?
JOURNALIST:
We represent Sick Sad World, the show that goes beyond the mundane everyday.
SANDI: That
show watched by unfashionable nerds?
[Cut to Daria,
Jane and Amy watching SSW.]
[Cut back
to Sandi.]
QUINN: I’d
like to lay some ground rules. No questions on weight, none on changing
fashions, or pores! Thank you. That isn’t going to be part of the interview is
it?
JOURNALIST:
No.
SANDI:
Good.
[We see
however that this footage is airing live.]
DARIA: At
least some things never change.
JANE:
Invasion of privacy?
AMY:
Journalistic hypocrisy?
DARIA:
Those too.
[Cut back
to interview.]
INTERVIEWER:
Exactly what happened?
STACY: It
started when we had to go to a different room than usual for our meeting and
finally got there after walking for ages and we found this machine in the
corner that we all stood in front of after Sandi said [Imitates Sandi] “Maybe
it will be good for a laugh” and then pressed a red button causing a blue beam
to shoot out and hit us and—
INTERVIEWER:
So you think the beam caused you to become gigantic?
STACY: Yes.
INTERVIEWER:
What’s the worst thing about being fifty feet tall?
QUINN: Not
being able to wear heels.
INTERVIEWER:
I imagine it would be difficult to find a boyfriend.
[Quinn and
Sandi appear as they have only just realised this.]
QUINN/SANDI:
Oh no!
TIFFANY:
Bummer…
INTERVIEWER:
Well, uh…. I hear you had a meeting with the Mayor earlier. How did that go?
SANDI: Not
very well. [Glares at camera.]
[Cut to
apartment.]
DARIA:
Uh-oh.
JANE: They
look angry. [Beat.] Angrier than usual, I mean.
[Amy
returns bearing pizza.]
AMY: What
did I miss?
JANE: The
sounds of inanity.
DARIA: With
more to come.
AMY: We can
only hope.
[Return to
interview.]
INTERVIEWER:
So. Nowhere to stay and without up-to-date clothing. That must be tough.
SANDI: It
is. Being fifty-feet tall is less fun than you’d think. And no one feels our
pain.
[Quinn
appears ready to make an announcement.]
QUINN: We
tried appealing for help, and none came. We wanted privacy, or to be
interviewed by Waif and got Sick Sad World instead. I can’t take it anymore!
[Swats at helicopter. It dodges her hand.]
SANDI: We
will not rest…
TIFFANY: What
if we’re tired…
SANDI: It’s
a figure of speech. We will not rest until our demands are met… Even if
Lawndale is destroyed in the process.
[Sandi and
Quinn begin attacking nearby buildings.]
STACY: Uh,
guys, is this the best idea? People could be hurt…
TIFFANY:
Will this camera make me look fat?
STACY: UGH!
[Pulls own hair] I can’t take it anymore! [Lashes out at helicopter, calls
ahead to Sandi and Quinn.] I’ll join you.
SANDI:
Good. [Sandi, Quinn and Stacy walk off, threatening all in their wake.]
TIFFANY:
Uh… Wait up for me… [Slowly swats at helicopter.]
[Following
Tiffany’s blow, the Sick Sad World helicopter finally goes down, and with it,
transmission. The human side of this event soon becomes apparent to Daria, Jane
and Amy, their relaxed mood dissipating.]
AMY: Oh
dear. I hope Helen and Jake are alright.
DARIA: Me
too.
JANE: Death
by Fashion. Even Lawndale doesn’t deserve *that* fate.
Part 4.
[Ms. Barch
is frantically searching her laboratory. Classroom if you will.]
BARCH: It
wasn’t meant to be this way. I was supposed to demonstrate the Fem-A-Sizer in
front of my scientific peers, not have it used by flighty teens, obsessed with
their appearance in front of men! Four at once! I can’t stop them
myself. Teaching them is torture enough. But how can I get assistance? [Thinks.] That’s it! Ms Li’s Student
Database!
[Cut to
Barch rummaging through various documents in Ms. Li’s office.]
BARCH: Hmm…
That surveillance proved useful. About time! But who can I trust to help me?
Timothy can’t help here, and most of the student population of Lawndale is
idiotic. [Hand falls upon ‘Daria Morgendorffer’ entry, listing contact
details.] Oooh… That could work. [Dials phone number.]
[Cut to
Morgendorffer lounge-room, where Helen and Jake are now gathered, having both
survived their trip home. Jake answers.]
JAKE:
Hello? Jake Morgendorffer speaking.
BARCH: Hi,
I need to talk to you about your daughter Daria.
JAKE: Did
she get into trouble? She’ll hand in her homework next time, honest!
BARCH: What?
HELEN: Give
me that! (Takes phone from Jake.) Hello, Helen Morgendorffer speaking.
BARCH: Is
Daria there? I need her help, to save Lawndale!
HELEN: You
don’t need to be so dramatic.
BARCH:
Sorry. But seriously, is she there?
HELEN: No
she isn’t. She’s with her aunt in Boston.
BARCH:
Could I please have her cell phone number? It’s very important to the survival
of our town!
HELEN:
[Considers] Alright. Her number is ---
[Cut to
Amy’s apartment. Daria is talking on the phone.]
DARIA: I
see. Allow me to confer with my distinguished associates. [Talks to Jane and
Amy.] We reluctantly accept.
BARCH:
Thank you! [Quietly] Now I don’t have to worry about Plan B. [Drops card with
‘Brittany Taylor’ written upon it.] Meet me at my classroom. I’ll be waiting.
DARIA:
Sure, if we make it. Later. [Hangs up.]
JANE: So
what exactly are we doing?
DARIA:
Driving back into Lawndale and meeting Ms. Barch, who needs our assistance in
defeating the Fashion Club.
AMY: All in
a day’s work.
JANE: Just
can’t escape that town. But this could work out for the best. I don’t trust the
local authorities.
AMY: To the
Triumph! Just trying to get into the spirit of things.
[Cut to
Mayor’s office.]
AIDE: Sir,
the army reports that they can be in Lawndale within the hour!
MAYOR: Tell
them to turn back. We don’t need them.
AIDE: Are
you sure? Those girls are destroying our town.
MAYOR: Of
course I’m sure! That’s why I’m the Mayor. Getting state assistance would set a
bad precedent. As a believer in ‘town rights’, we can defend Lawndale
ourselves! I’ve already informed the militia.
[Cut to a
crowded basement.]
DEMARTINO:
It has been left to us to protect this city! Now we don’t have
enough guns for everyone, so some of you will have to
double up.
[A shot
goes off.]
MR.
THOMPSON: Whoops!
DEMARTINO:
No shooting…Yet. [Grins]
O’NEILL:
I’ll stay here, and uh… keep guard.
DEMARTINO: Fine!
[Demartino’s
mob run toward the Fashion Club, screaming all the way.]
MOB: Get
out of our town!
DEMARTINO:
Stop, or my mob will shoot!
[Sandi
bends down. Close up upon her glaring face.]
SANDI:
Excuse me?
[She lifts
her foot. The experience is too much.]
DEMARTINO:
Retreat!
MOB:
ARRRGH!! [Demartino’s mob runs off into the distance.]
[Cut to the
Triumph. We see armoured vehicles driving in the opposite direction.]
JANE: Wow.
The Fashion Club’s reputation spreads fast.
AMY:
Typical. No qualms invading other nations, yet they fall back before fashion.
DARIA: And
they’re the lucky ones.
AMY: I
think the moment is missing something. [Presses ‘Play’ on CD player. The
opening notes of ‘Magical Mystery Tour’ are heard.]
AMY: That’s
better.
DARIA: Good
choice.
AMY: It’s a
lesson I learned long ago; Good music always helps on the road. [Turns to Daria
in front seat.] Check the glove box if you like.
[Daria
checks. Before seeing Amy’s collection however, we cut to Upchuck, standing on
a rooftop and grinning sleazily.]
UPCHUCK:
Why, do my eyes deceive me? A colossal maiden in distress?
[A sobbing
Stacy appears on screen.]
STACY:
They’re all staring at me, or running away! Why don’t they understand?
UPCHUCK: I
know how you feel… Except for the ‘being fifty-feet tall’ part.
STACY:
Thank you. At least someone cares. [Picks up Upchuck and kisses him. His head
is coated in lipstick.]
UPCHUCK:
[Can’t help himself.] No woman is too big for the Chuckster!
STACY: I
thought you cared about me?
UPCHUCK:
Uh, sure, that too.
STACY: Ugh!
[Drops Upchuck onto roof. He survives, albeit badly injured.]
UPCHUCK:
Ow… Feisty! [Passes out.]
[Stacy runs
off to wreak more destruction. Several cars are crushed. Cut to elsewhere in
Lawndale. Sandi, Quinn and Tiffany are taking a brief break.]
QUINN:
Think they’ve gotten the message yet?
SANDI:
Hopefully. Destroying Lawndale is very tiring.
TIFFANY:
Yeah…
SANDI:
Still, with Waif and food nowhere in sight, we must continue.
QUINN: Our
duties never end.
[Stacy soon
joins them.]
STACY: Hey
guys, while I was crushing cars I had an idea; Due to us being big the Club
Charter is going to need some editing to meet our needs…
QUINN: We
should raise the height requirement. [Muttered] I’d like to see Brooke try now.
TIFFANY:
Great idea…
SANDI:
We’ll do that as soon as our demands are met. As president of the Fashion Club,
I declare this break over.
[Cut to
Kevin below.]
KEVIN: Uh,
this is really weird.
BRITTANY: I
know. [They resume making out in a bus shelter. Brittany and Kevin are of
course oblivious to all around them.]
[Cut to the
Triumph, now entering Lawndale.]
AMY:
Lawndale Calling.
DARIA: That
reminds me. [Switches CD to London Calling, which plays throughout the
following sequence.]
JANE: This
is why fashion fiends and towns don’t mix. [Calls out] They must be stopped!
DARIA: Was
that necessary? We’re right here.
JANE: Just
getting into the spirit of things. [Imitates 1950’s narrator] “A spectacle too
shallow to survive; ‘They Came From Lawndale High!”