Because politics has gotten a little boringThink all the parties are the same?So do we. But the Hot Chick is different... [Black screen with titles in the style of sensationalist American political commercials. Gravelly voice-over accompanies each title.] VO: In 2004, Governor Anthony P. Pusateri voted *against* lowering the taxes for poor Arkansas farmers. VO: He voted *against* preventing puppy murders in city-centres. VO: He voted *against* ice-cream. VO: And he voted *against* the constitutional amendment to allow younger presidents. VO: But now Pusateri's gone, and it's your chance to make a change. To vote for what you believe in. [Cut to THE HOT CHICK, standing in front of the desk in a snazzy-looking lawyer's office. She is wearing very short shorts and a tight t-shirt with the words "HONEST BABE" on it.] THE HOT CHICK: Hi. I'm The Hot Chick, Presidental Candidate for 2005. [THC looks out into space for a moment.] THE HOT CHICK: I like horses. [Cut to shot of THC running in slow motion down the beach.] VO: Unlike Anthony P. Pusateri, The Hot Chick has worked to *increase* the country's blood-alcohol content. Unlike Anthony P. Pusateri, she does *not* have split ends. [Cut to THC in office.] THE HOT CHICK: I am also quite buoyant! [Cut to THC pulling herself (dripping) from a swimming pool.] VO: If elected, The Hot Chick promises to hold a televised press-conference where she will take off her shirt and show you her beautiful breasts. [Cut to office, where THC is nodding, smiling. She glances at her chest.] THE HOT CHICK: A vote for me is a vote to see my beautiful breasts. [THC blows a kiss.] [Cut to THC doing jumping-jacks.] VO: September 14th, vote for The Hot Chick. Finally, a president with beautiful, beautiful breasts. [Cut to office.] [THC pulls up the bottom of her t-shirt, seductively. She then stops, mock-reconsidering.] THE HOT CHICK: Oop! Not till after the election! [Cut to black. Rushed title and voiceover.] THC: Paid for by Concerned Citizens for the Election of The Hot Chick (CCETHC) and Larry Flynt. ------------------ [Cut to conference room with several older men around a table, including Governor Anthony P. Pusateri. Bad smear campaign posters againts hot chick are on the wall in the background.] [ARNOLD turns off the TV, where they have just seen THC's ad.] ANTHONY: Well. That's a doozy. Awkward slience ensues, board members mumble amongst themselves, wondering how to deal with the blow. ARNOLD: Well . . . (Short Silence) WALTER: We're letting them shape the issues in this campaign, we're falling out of step. ARNOLD: Our response needs to be brutal and unrelenting. ANTHONY: Unrelenting, absolutely. WALTER: How can we counter this. She's got a nice rack . . . ARNOLD (interjecting): So does your wife! WALTER: Yes! We can use that. ARTHUR: Gold, pure gold. ANTHONY: Good observation Arnold, Wanda's breasts are magnificant. But, what exactly are you proposing? WALTER (thinking hard): Yes. Yes. I see it. A vote for Anthony Puseteri- ANTHONY (interrupting): *Governor* Anthony Puseteri. WALTER: Right, a vote for Governor Anthony Puseteri is a vote for his wife's great- ARNOLD: Fantastic- ARTHUR: Mammarific- ANTHONY (grandiosely): Magnificent. WALTER: - Magnificent breasts. (beat) ARNOLD: Is "breasts" the right word. Could we perhaps agree upon a word which better captures the essence of this platform issue. ARTHUR: Well titties is out of the question. [ANTHONY nods in agreement.] WALTER: No, we won't stoop to the level of titties in this campaign. Tits, perhaps, but not titties. ARNOLD: We don't want to alienate the upper mid-west. ANTHONY: Does anyone have any polling data on that? WALTER: [shuffles through papers] Uhmmmm, right here. Charleston, Galveston, Merrimac are all tit counties. ANTHONY: Well, it's settled then. ARTHUR:... What about hooters? ANTHONY: Hooters is good too. ARTHUR: Hooters ARE good too. WALTER: Could we maybe get your wife in here? ANTHONY: I'll give her a buzz. [Hits the intercom] Wanda, could you come in here? We're... out of... prunecakes. [Pause for a few seconds. Wanda enters carrying prunecake tray. She is 65.] WANDA: Here you are boys. WALTER: Thank-you, Mrs. Puseteri. ANTHONY: Thank-you, ma'am. [Wanda leaves] ALL OF THEM TOGETHER: Funbags. WALTER: Definitely funbags. ANTHONY: Magnificent funbags. [Cut to rural hicks sitting in barn watching television. Hear trail end of voiceover] VOICEOVER: A vote for Governor Puseteri is a vote for his wife's magnificent funbags. Paid for by the committee to relect Puseteri. HICK 1: That ain't right. HICK 2: No sir. HICK 3: Them ain't funbags. Not where I come from. HICK 2: No sir. HICK3: Them's titties. HICK 2: Yup. [Pause] HICK 2: Fricken Democrats. FIN.
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