Sarah spent a couple of late evenings in her office at the ad agency putting her plan into motion -- writing a brief script, some work with Photoshop, and having some giant pieces of posterboard printed up. Finally, she called the triplets' business manager and set up an appointment with the girls. (Incidentally, Bambi had brought the business manager into existence when, flummoxed by a toll booth while driving her convertible down the Pennsylvania Turnpike, she'd wailed, "I wish somebody would help us with all this money stuff!")
Bambi, Baby, and Candy wandered into the ad agency 45 minutes late, and were promptly ushered into the conference room where Sarah stood impatiently.
"Oh, wow, Sarah!" cooed Baby. "Imagine meeting you here!"
"I was --" Sarah started to say something, but just rolled her eyes, and continued rolling them as she suddenly became the center of a group hug, feeling the voluptuous bodies against her own.
"So, like, what are you doing here?" asked Candy, once the hug was finally broken.
"Well, girls," Sarah began as she moved next to the easel on which her posterboard sat, "I want to have my ad agency represent you."
Bambi sounded out the word. "Re-pre-sent?"
Sarah tried again. "I want to make commercials for you."
Three blank looks.
"I want to make sure everybody in the world knows how awesome you are."
That got the girls excited.
Sarah took a blank piece of posterboard off the easel, revealing an illustration of skimpy lingerie on a pink background. "You girls already have your name on all this stuff. Lingerie..." The next card showed some minidresses. "Clubwear..." Platform heels. "Shoes..." Necklaces, bracelets, and rings. "Jewelry..." Posters and a calendar. "Paper products..." DVDs. "Sexy workout videos..." A seemingly random assortment of everything from perfume bottles to household appliances. "A lot of stuff."
The girls looked a bit dazzled, probably by the bright pink backgrounds. Sarah went to the next piece of posterboard, which made the girls sit up and pay attention -- it was a TV, its screen showing the triplets standing together in their cheerleader outfits. "And I want to put you on TV to sell all of it!" Sarah exclaimed.
Bambi, Baby, and Candy looked at each other, confused. Finally, Candy said, "But, like, people already buy it."
"Yeah, I think we have enough money already," said Baby. Then her face brightened. "Hey, what if we give the stuff away?"
"No, no, no!" Sarah said forcefully. "It's not about money. It's about helping others. Don't you like the way you are? You like your faces, your bodies, your clothes, everything about you, right?" The girls were nodding a bit. Sarah was barely managing to conceal her disdain, not that the bimbos would have picked up on it anyway. "You'll be on TV telling everyone how wonderful you are, and how they can be just like you. All you have to do is talk about yourselves, and then one of you will say your slogan."
"Ooh, we have a slogan?" Bambi sounded excited.
"Of course!" exclaimed Sarah. "That's what I do, is give slogans to people. So come on -- I want you to practice like you're on TV right now." She pointed. "Baby, first you'll talk a little about yourself, and then Candy, and then, Bambi, you'll look right at me and say the words written on this big card I'm going to be holding up. Just like you do in your movies, right?"
Bambi frowned. "No, they put little thingies in our ear." She pointed to her ear for emphasis.
Sarah hadn't counted on that. She looked at the cue card that was in her lap. "I WISH YOU HAD OUR POWERS," it read in big black letters. It was simpler than anything else she'd come up with. She didn't think there were any earphone systems like that in the office. She'd have to send her secretary to find some, and who knows how long that would take? She didn't want to spend any longer with these bimbos than she had to. God, were they all twirling their hair in unison?
"Let's just do this," Sarah snapped. Remember, first you" -- she pointed to Baby -- "and then you" -- she pointed to Candy -- "and then I'm going to turn this card around for you to read, Bambi, and look right at me. Okay...action."
Baby smiled and said, "Like, I have really big and perky boobies, and this cute top I'm wearing really makes it look like they stick out!"
Candy continued with, "I, uh, uh, I think my shoes really make my butt look hot!"
Sarah flipped the card around. Bambi began, "I --"
"Oh, and my awesome lip gloss!" Candy interrupted. "I forgot to talk about --"
"It's Bambi's turn," Sarah hissed.
Bambi squinted at the card, then looked up 6 inches, directly into Sarah's eyes. "I wish..."
From there, she went off script.
