Beauty Queens Part 38

"I am totally misunderestimating you. You have no idea what's happening tomorrow night, college-boy."

"Oh yeah? So I suppose you know that MoMo B. ChaCha is powering toward this island right now on his yacht. He's here to make a secret arms deal with The Corporation. Tomorrow, just before the new Miss Teen Dream is crowned, our black shirts dressed as ROC soldiers will charge out of the jungle, gunning down America's best and brightest beauty queens. We'll get it all on camera. We will go to war to avenge your deaths and set up a Corporation-run stronghold in the ROC. Ha! Wait. I just said that out loud, didn't I? d.a.m.n."

"They're gonna kill us?" Tiara said. "That's so mean."

Shanti sat next to Harris. "So let me get this straight: You booted the indigenous people off this land. You screwed up the environment. You tested products on helpless animals. Your 'Made in America' label is really made offsh.o.r.e. And now you're dealing illegal arms to a country we've levied sanctions against and you plan to murder us and frame them for it so you can go to war and take over their resources? Any rights you didn't violate or laws you didn't break?"

Harris thought for a second. "Our coffee is fair trade."

"What happened to Mary Lou?" Shanti pressed.

"We took her and her eco-warrior boyfriend and tied them up over a piranha tank and slowly lowered them in."

Jennifer whistled. "Wow. You really have seen too many Loch Lomond movies."

"Take us to her right now," Adina demanded.

"You're too late. They should be fish food by now."

"Take us there."

"No."

"Yes."

"No," Harris said, swiveling his head.

"Yes," Adina mimicked.

Nicole brandished the hair spray. "Show us where you've stashed Mary Lou."

"I've got a pumice stone and I'm not afraid to use it," Jennifer said.

"Full. Body. Wax," Petra whispered directly into Harris's ear.

"Okay! Okay. She's down below, in the caves."

"Just for that, you don't get a gummi bear," Tiara said and finished off the last one.

Adina yanked Harris to his feet. "Take us there now."

They kept Harris's hands together with panty hose and he led them to a secret elevator that took them down one more floor. It opened on a secret, high-tech laboratory hidden in a cave.

"Whoa," Jennifer said, taking in the cave's gleaming high-tech devices. "Total tech p.o.r.n."

"Oh, no," Tiara cried. She pointed to the piranha tank. The hook that had held Mary Lou and Tane was completely submerged. The remains of Mary Lou's sash bobbed on the water. A ravenous piranha surfaced briefly to eat several floating sequins.

"We're too late," Nicole said, a catch in her voice.

"She was my best friend." Adina was near tears. "I'm so sorry, Mary Lou. So, so sorry."

"I thought we outlawed that word." Mary Lou's head poked up from behind a rock. Her hair was disheveled and her face was flushed. "What's up, Teen Dreamers?"

"Mary Lou!" Adina rushed toward her friend.

"Wait! Hold on a sec." Mary Lou dropped behind the rock. In a second, she stood, hurriedly b.u.t.toning her top. A young man in a similar state of quick-dress rose next to her. "You guys, this is Tane, my boyfriend."

Tane waved. "H'lo."

The girls did not move. Could not move. They looked from Mary Lou to Tane and back again.

"They're staring because they thought you were imaginary," Mary Lou told him. "Also, because you're hot."

"Objectifying me much?"

"No!" Mary Lou said quickly. "Well, a little."

" 'S all right. I've objectified you in my head plenty."

"Awwww. Thanks, sweetie." Mary Lou kissed Tane and wrapped her leg around his waist.

"Okay, we could come back in an hour if you need more time," Jennifer said.

"Could you?" Mary Lou managed between kisses.

"No. That was a joke."

The girls rushed to hug Mary Lou, except for Petra, who kept watch over Harris with the can of hair spray at the ready. They talked in a torrent: "Gonna kill us ... MoMo B. ChaCha ... cameras ..." "If MoMo's coming in on a yacht and we can get to it, we can use it to get off the island," Shanti said.

"But they'll be counting all of us for the pageant. They'll notice if one of us is gone," Nicole reminded them.

"Tane and I can do it," Mary Lou said. "They think we're dead."

"Where's the ship going to dock?" Petra asked Harris. She raised the hair spray.

"Down the beach about a hundred yards. There's a secret docking cave."

"You have a secret docking cave and you couldn't afford to give my mom overtime and dental?" Jennifer pressed Petra's finger on the nozzle and gave the hair spray can a squirt. It got Harris in the ear.

"Ahhhh! That's cold!"

Jennifer narrowed her eyes. "You would know."

"This cave leads out to the water," Mary Lou said. "We'll take this ledge out and swim down to the sh.o.r.e, be waiting for them when they come. As soon as you can, make a beeline for the docking cave."

"We have to go back out the front and get the others. The guards only let us in for gummi bears and tampons. If we don't go back up, they'll come looking for us."

"Okay. Everybody play it cool. We can't let on that we know the plan."

"What plan?" Tiara said.

They all looked at Tiara. "Tiara, you can't say anything, okay?" Adina pleaded.

"You mean pretend? Blow kisses and put on my sparkle hips like when I was little?"

"Like your life depends on it. Because it does for a while."

"What should we do about Harris the Misunderestimated over here?" Jennifer asked, eyeing him.

Mary Lou grabbed the ropes that had held her to Tane over the piranha tank. "I've got a few ideas."

They left Harris tied up behind the rock where he wouldn't be seen by anyone. Mary Lou secured the maxi pad over his mouth. "Bet you're sorry The Corporation gave us wings now, aren't you?"

"Take these flare guns. They might come in handy," Petra said, grabbing two from the wall and tossing them to the girls.

Mary Lou and Tane swam out into the night ocean. And the other girls gathered their tampons, gummi bears, and beauty samples - a smokescreen of female products - and headed back up to the surface.

COMMERCIAL BREAK.

(A high school hallway. A girl, MARCIA, slams her locker door in frustration. She looks haggard. NATALIE and RACHEL stand off to one side, watching and shaking their heads.) RACHEL.

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NATALIE.

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RACHEL.

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CUT TO: Close-ups of various girls: s.e.xy, cute, quirky, tomboy, adventurous.

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GIRL #2.

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GIRL #3.

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CUT TO: A cup of blue liquid being poured into the belly of a Maxi-Pad Lion Cub.

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CUT TO: Marcia sitting on the sidelines in PE, glaring at her gym teacher and cradling a huge bottle of Ibuprofen.

RACHEL.

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CUT TO: Next day. Same hallway. A smiling Marcia is surrounded by friends. She is the life of the party.

RACHEL.

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MARCIA.

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NATALIE VO.

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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO.

The morning fog rolled across the water in a wall. The camp was filled with movement. Tracks were being covered. Identifying markers were placed on the tents, making it seem as if it were a rebel training ground instead of a Corporation outpost. The girls had set themselves up off to the side of the volcano, where they practiced circle-turns and dance moves as if that were the only thing on their minds. Adina wrote questions on index cards. They'd convinced The Corporation that Adina would make a terrific host for the show since her ambition was to become "the hostess of a dance-show compet.i.tion between warring nations in an effort to forge peace between them." As Fabio Testosterone had been caught frolicking in an illegal Skee-Ball emporium with the hot male star of Your Blood Is, Like, So Hot46, The Corporation agreed.

"So, we've got the intro singing number, the evening gown, talent, bathing suit, interview, followed by a final dance number, and then the crowning. It all comes down to the dance number," Shanti said. "Once we start the dance number, you've got three minutes and eight seconds."