The guys' band photo came out so good. Let me see. Oh, wow. They look serious. I know. Have you heard their music yet? Not yet, they're like super like secretive about it. I'm excited to hear it at their show next week. Maybe they'll be good. I don't know. Whoa! I guess their ears were burning. What's up, bro? Pierson! Pierson, are you home right now? Yeah, I'm I'm home. Why? What's what's happening? What happened to your eye? I I'll explain in two seconds. No, Logan, Logan! What was that? I I don't. What's going on? Guys, yo! Open up, guys, guys, it's us! It's us, it's us! What's going on? Uh. Oh my God! What happened to your eye? Okay, okay, okay. So we were at the gym, down the street, when we bumped into this guy we know. He wasn't happy to see us. Did did he do this to you? Yeah, so we we we kinda owe him money, like a lot of money, and he said if we didn't pay him, he was gonna beat us up. And so when we saw him today, let's just say he's a man of his word. Guys, no, this this is crazy. Yo, he's here. He's- Chad! Azim! I know you're in there! Open up this door right now! Okay, well, so now he knows where we live, and he's gonna kill all of us! Great job, guys! Where is my money? I want my money, boys! Okay, um, Pierson, how much money do you have? No, I'm not I'm not giving you any money. Okay, wait, wait, wait, wait. Hey, maybe I can just talk to the guy, right? I'm sure he'll leave us alone. I don't know, he doesn't really sound like the kind of guy you can reason with. Ah! I'm just gonna talk to him. Logan, no, no, don't, don't! Logan, no, no, don't, don't! Stop, stop, stop! No more Mr. Nice Guy! This time I'm gonna- Put makeup on your other eye. We got you! This was a prank? Yeah! In what way was that funny? You should've seen the looks on your faces. Wait. Is is that a hole in my wall? Huh? Um. Oh my God! This is our friend, Lester. He's from our gym. I hope I didn't scare you girls too bad. You scared us just the right amount. Thanks! Thank you, man, thank you. You guys seriously suck. Consider this payback for tricking us into getting tattoos. Yeah, it's still not funny. Well, the tattoos were revenge for when you put a snake in my car! Oh, yeah! That was good, but this was perfect. Let's go, boys, let's go. And uh, feel free to, uh, never come back. That was ridiculous. Okay? I almost had a heart attack. I know. They're literally the worst, especially your brother, Logan. So, how are we getting back at them, Pierson? Getting getting back at them? No, guys, we can't get back at them. Guys, this prank war has gone on far too long. Okay? We're gonna wave the white flag, and we're just gonna move on with our lives. You're joking, right? We have to retaliate! They're gonna think they won and they just put a massive hole in your wall. I know. Oh! We should steal their instruments! Yes, and then they can't play at their dumb show next week! Trust me. They're gonna eventually get what's coming to them, but until then, you just have to be patient. Come on. Haven't you guys ever heard of the saying,
A young woman with long brown hair, wearing a brown tank top and black leggings, sits on a gray sofa, looking at her phone and smiling. Another young woman with long blonde hair, wearing a white t-shirt and maroon leggings, also sits on the sofa, looking at her phone. A third young woman with long brown hair, wearing a blue tank top and light gray sweatpants, sits on the floor with her back against the sofa, eating from a white bowl with a spoon. She looks up towards the first woman.
"The guys' band photo came out so good."
The woman on the floor, Pierson, looks up with an eager expression, holding a white bowl and spoon. The camera zooms in on her face, showing her anticipation.
"Let me see!"
Close-up on a phone screen held by a person with light-colored leggings. The screen displays a band photo of three young men, dressed in dark clothing and holding instruments, against a desert-like background with palm trees. The phone has a black case and the person's fingernails are painted light blue.
"Oh, wow."
Pierson, the woman on the floor, looks thoughtful and slightly surprised, holding her bowl and spoon. Her expression is a mix of curiosity and mild concern as she processes the image.
"They look serious."
The two women on the sofa, Pierson's friends, laugh and nod in agreement. The woman in the brown tank top smiles, while the woman in the white t-shirt gestures with her hand, still looking at her phone.
"I know. Have you heard their music yet?"
Pierson, on the floor, looks up and speaks, stirring her bowl with a spoon. She appears slightly annoyed by the secrecy surrounding the band's music.
"Not yet, they're like super like secretive about it."
The two friends on the sofa listen intently. The woman in the brown tank top looks at the other friend, while the woman in the white t-shirt looks at her phone, her expression thoughtful.
"I'm excited to hear it at their show next week. Maybe they'll be good."
Pierson, on the floor, shrugs slightly, still holding her bowl. She looks uncertain about the band's potential.
"I don't know."
A black smartphone with a rugged case vibrates on a round wooden coffee table. A woven basket and a blue book are also on the table.
Pierson, on the floor, reaches for the ringing phone on the coffee table. Her friends on the sofa look up from their phones, alerted by the sound.
Pierson picks up the phone and looks at the screen, her eyes widening in surprise. The screen shows an incoming call from 'LOGAN'.
"Whoa! I guess their ears were burning."
Pierson answers the video call. The phone screen shows a young man with short brown hair and a black eye, standing outdoors with palm trees in the background. Pierson looks at the screen with a concerned expression.
"What's up, bro?"
Close-up on Pierson's hands holding the phone. Logan's face is visible on the screen, his black eye prominent. He looks distressed and speaks urgently.
"Pierson! Pierson, are you home right now?"
Pierson's expression shifts from concern to alarm as she questions Logan about his injury. She gestures with her free hand, showing her distress.
"Yeah, I'm I'm home. Why? What's what's happening? What happened to your eye?"
Logan appears on the phone screen, looking over his shoulder as if someone is approaching. He speaks quickly, indicating he's in a hurry.
"I I'll explain in two seconds."
Pierson yells into the phone, her face filled with panic. The call abruptly ends, leaving her looking shocked and worried.
"No, Logan, Logan!"
The two friends on the sofa look at each other with wide, worried eyes. The woman in the brown tank top has her hand to her chest, while the other friend looks intensely at the phone.
"What was that?"
Pierson looks confused and concerned, gesturing with her hands. She appears unsure of what just happened.
"I I don't."
A loud knocking sound comes from the door. Pierson and her friends look towards the door with alarmed expressions. Pierson quickly stands up, while the other two women remain seated but look tense.
"What's going on? Guys, yo!"
Pierson rushes to the wooden front door, her friends following closely behind. The door has a black smart lock and decorative black metal accents. The knocking continues loudly.
"Open up, guys, guys, it's us! It's us, it's us!"
Pierson opens the door to reveal Logan and two other young men, all looking disheveled and injured. Logan has a prominent black eye, and another man has a bloody nose. Pierson and her friends look shocked and concerned.
"What's going on? Uh. Oh my God! What happened to your eye?"
The man with the bloody nose, who has curly dark hair and wears a blue tank top, speaks frantically, gesturing with his hands. Logan stands next to him, looking grim. Pierson and her friends listen with worried expressions.
"Okay, okay, okay. So we were at the gym, down the street, when we bumped into this guy we know."
Logan, with a black eye, speaks with a serious expression. The man with curly hair looks down, seemingly in pain. Pierson listens intently, her face full of concern.
"He wasn't happy to see us."
Pierson asks, her voice filled with disbelief and anger. Her friends behind her look equally shocked.
"Did did he do this to you?"
The man with curly hair explains the situation, his voice strained with pain and fear. Logan nods in agreement, his expression grim. Pierson listens, her face showing growing concern.
"Yeah, so we we we kinda owe him money, like a lot of money, and he said if we didn't pay him, he was gonna beat us up."
The third man, with long brown hair tied back, speaks with a grim expression, looking at Pierson. Pierson's face shows deep concern and fear.
"And so when we saw him today, let's just say he's a man of his word."
Pierson, looking distressed, gestures with her hands as she speaks to the men. Her friends behind her look equally worried and scared.
"Guys, no, this this is crazy."
A loud bang is heard as the door is violently hit. The wooden door with a black smart lock shakes from the impact.
The men recoil in fear as the door is hit again. Logan and the man with curly hair look terrified, gesturing towards the door.
"Yo! He's here. He's- Chad!"
Pierson and her friends peek out from behind the doorframe, their faces filled with terror. A man's voice is heard yelling from outside.
"Azim! I know you're in there! Open up this door right now!"
Pierson looks at the men with a panicked and angry expression, gesturing wildly. The men look equally panicked, while her friends behind her are frozen in fear.
"Okay, well, so now he knows where we live, and he's gonna kill all of us! Great job, guys!"
A muscular man with a black tank top and dark hair is seen from behind, pressing his ear against a red wooden door, listening intently. His voice is heard demanding money.
"Where is my money? I want my money, boys!"
Pierson and her friends are still hiding behind the doorframe, looking terrified. The men are huddled together, looking scared and uncertain.
Close-up of the wooden door as loud banging resumes. The door shakes violently.
Logan, with his black eye, looks at Pierson with a desperate expression, asking about money. The other men look equally desperate.
"Okay, um, Pierson, how much money do you have?"
Pierson looks at Logan with a firm and defiant expression, refusing to give him money. Her face is still filled with fear, but she stands her ground.
"No, I'm not I'm not giving you any money."
The man with curly hair tries to calm the situation, suggesting he can talk to the aggressor. He gestures with his hands, trying to appear reasonable, but his fear is evident.
"Okay, wait. Wait, wait, wait. Hey, maybe I can just talk to the guy, right? I'm I'm sure he'll leave us alone."
Pierson's friend, the blonde woman, looks at the man with curly hair with a skeptical and worried expression, shaking her head. Her friend in the brown tank top also looks concerned.
"I don't know. He doesn't really sound like the kind of guy you can reason with."
The man with curly hair looks frustrated, then decides to confront the aggressor. Logan tries to stop him, but he pushes past.
"Ah! I'm I'm just gonna talk to him."
Pierson yells at Logan, trying to stop him from opening the door. She looks terrified and extends her arm to block him.
"Logan, no, no, don't, don't!"
Logan opens the door and steps out, followed by the man with curly hair. Pierson and her friends watch in horror from inside.
"Logan, no, no, don't, don't!"
The muscular man, Chad, grabs Logan by the throat, his face contorted in anger. Pierson and her friends scream in terror. Chad's friends watch in fear.
"Stop, stop, stop! No more Mr. Nice Guy! This time I'm gonna-"
Chad, still holding Logan by the throat, leans in and whispers something to him. Logan's face is contorted in pain and fear. The scene is tense and intimidating.
"Put makeup on your other eye."
Pierson and her friends watch in horror, their hands raised in a defensive posture. Their faces are pale with fear.
Logan suddenly bursts into laughter, his face still red from the struggle. Chad releases him, and both men laugh, revealing the prank. The other men also start laughing.
The men continue to laugh heartily, embracing each other. Pierson and her friends are still in shock, their faces showing confusion and disbelief.
Pierson and her friends are still in shock, their hands raised in a defensive posture. Their faces are pale with fear and confusion.
Pierson, with a look of shock and disbelief, watches as the men continue to laugh. Her hands are still raised in a defensive posture.
The men are all laughing and celebrating their successful prank. Logan points at Pierson, while Chad claps his hands together.
"We got you!"
Pierson and her friends look at the men with a mix of shock and anger. Pierson's friend in the white t-shirt asks if it was a prank, her voice filled with disbelief.
"This was a prank?"
The men laugh and nod, confirming it was a prank. Logan smiles, while the man with curly hair points at Pierson and her friends.
"Yeah!"
Pierson's friend in the white t-shirt looks angry and confused, demanding to know what was funny about the prank. Her friend in the brown tank top also looks upset.
"In what way was that funny?"
The man with curly hair laughs, pointing at the women. Logan also laughs, covering his mouth with his hand.
"You should've seen the looks on your faces!"
Pierson looks around with a shocked expression, her eyes widening as she notices something. Her friend in the brown tank top also looks surprised.
"Wait. Is is that a hole in my wall?"
Close-up on a large, jagged hole in the white wall. The plaster is broken, revealing the darker interior of the wall. A man's arm is visible in the foreground, pointing at the hole.
"Huh? Um."
The men burst into laughter, pointing at the hole in the wall. They find the damage hilarious, while Pierson and her friends are horrified.
"Oh, my God!"
Pierson covers her face with her hands, looking utterly defeated and embarrassed. Her friend in the brown tank top looks shocked and angry.
The men laugh, and the man who was pretending to be the aggressor, Lester, smiles and introduces himself. He looks friendly and apologetic.
"This is our friend, Lester. He's from our gym. I hope I didn't scare you girls too bad."
Pierson's friend in the white t-shirt looks at Lester with a sarcastic smile, her arms crossed. Her friend in the brown tank top also looks annoyed.
"You scared us just the right amount. Thanks!"
Lester and the man with curly hair laugh, pointing at each other. They seem pleased with their prank.
"Thank you, man, thank you."
Pierson, her hands on her hips, looks at the men with an annoyed expression. Her friends also look upset.
"You guys seriously suck."
Logan speaks, looking at the women with a smug expression. The man with curly hair and Lester stand next to him, smiling.
"Consider this payback for tricking us into getting tattoos."
The three men lift their shirts to reveal matching purple butterfly tattoos on their lower backs. They turn to show them off, smiling proudly.
Pierson and her friend in the brown tank top look at the tattoos with unimpressed expressions. Pierson shakes her head slightly.
"Yeah, it's still not funny."
Pierson's friend in the brown tank top speaks with an indignant expression, pointing at the men. She reveals their previous prank involving a snake.
"Well, the tattoos were revenge for when you put a snake in my car!"
The men burst into laughter, remembering the snake prank. They find it highly amusing.
"Oh, yeah!"
Pierson and her friends look at the men with annoyed expressions. Pierson has her arms crossed, while her friend in the brown tank top has her hand on her chest.
Logan speaks with a smug smile, indicating their prank was superior. The other men laugh and follow him out of the house.
"That was good, but this was perfect. Let's go, boys, let's go."
Pierson stands in the doorway, looking at the departing men with a sarcastic smile. Her friend in the white t-shirt stands behind her, arms crossed.
"And uh, feel free to, uh, never come back."
The wooden front door with black metal accents is slammed shut, emphasizing Pierson's final words to the men.
Pierson sits on the sofa, gesturing emphatically as she expresses her frustration and fear. Her friends listen, one looking annoyed and the other with arms crossed.
"That was ridiculous. Okay? I almost had a heart attack."
Pierson's friend in the white t-shirt speaks, holding a gray pillow. She looks annoyed and gestures with her hands, agreeing with Pierson.
"I know. They're literally the worst, especially your brother, Logan."
Pierson's friend in the brown tank top leans forward, asking Pierson how they should retaliate. Her expression is determined.
"So, how are we getting back at them, Pierson?"
Pierson looks surprised and gestures with her hands, suggesting they shouldn't retaliate. Her expression is one of disbelief.
"Getting getting back at them? No, guys, we can't get back at them."
Pierson gestures with her hands, advocating for an end to the prank war. Her friends listen, one looking skeptical and the other with arms crossed.
"Guys, this prank war has gone on far too long. Okay? We're gonna wave the white flag, and we're just gonna move on with our lives."
Pierson's friend in the white t-shirt looks shocked and angry, protesting Pierson's suggestion. She gestures emphatically, advocating for retaliation.
"You're joking, right? We have to retaliate! They're gonna think they won and they just put a massive hole in your wall."
Pierson looks exasperated, throwing her hands up in frustration. She acknowledges the damage but still seems hesitant to retaliate.
"I know. Oh!"
Pierson's friend in the brown tank top suggests stealing the boys' instruments, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Her friend in the white t-shirt agrees enthusiastically.
"We should steal their instruments! Yes, and then they can't play at their dumb show next week!"
Pierson tries to reason with her friends, explaining that revenge isn't the answer. She gestures calmly, trying to persuade them.
"Trust me. They're gonna eventually get what's coming to them, but until then, you just have to be patient."
Pierson looks at her friends, trying to convince them with a saying. Her friends look unconvinced, with one sighing and the other looking away.
"Come on. Haven't you guys ever heard of the saying, "
Pierson's friend in the brown tank top scoffs and then suggests a different term for retaliation, her expression mischievous.
"Revenge is a pretty big word. I prefer to use the phrase, returning the favor."
Pierson's friend in the white t-shirt agrees with the idea of 'returning the favor.' Pierson looks exasperated, gesturing with her hands as she tries to explain the endless cycle of pranks. Her friends listen, still looking unconvinced.
"Exactly. Guys, this prank war is just going to keep going on and on and on. They'll prank us, we'll prank them. It'll just never end. We have to be the bigger people here."
Pierson's friend in the brown tank top tries to persuade Pierson, suggesting a small, innocent prank. Pierson looks thoughtful, but still hesitant.
"It can be something small and innocent. Yeah, we just got to do something."
Pierson looks desperate, pleading with her friends not to retaliate. Her friends look at her with puppy-dog eyes, trying to convince her.
"No, guys, guys, please. Guys, we're not please!"
Pierson's friend in the brown tank top gives her the puppy-dog eyes, trying to convince her to agree to a prank. Pierson looks away, trying to resist.
"Please. Guys, don't even."
Pierson finally gives in, throwing her hands up in exasperation. Her friends cheer and high-five each other, delighted that she agreed.
"Fine. Okay, fine. Anything to stop you guys from doing those faces. We'll go into battle, one last time. Are you happy?"
Pierson sighs, covering her eyes with her hand. She looks resigned to the upcoming prank.
"We'll take it."
Three young men walk through a modern building with large windows. The man in the middle, Logan, speaks to his friends. The building has a sign that says '7 YOUTH ACTIVITY CENTER'.
"All right, guys, for the show next weekend, I was thinking maybe four songs, then wrap it up."
The man with curly hair, wearing a denim jacket, speaks to Logan, gesturing with his hands. Logan listens intently, while the third man, with long hair, looks on.
"We only have two songs. Dude, we play our two songs twice."
Logan looks surprised, then thoughtful, as he considers the idea. The man with curly hair smiles, while the third man looks at Logan with a knowing expression.
"Ah! Okay. That sounds good, but do you think anyone from the record label might be there?"
The man with curly hair speaks excitedly, gesturing with his hands. Logan and the third man listen intently, their expressions hopeful. Other people are visible in the background, walking around.
"Maybe. All right, check this out. My homie from the recording studio, he said he passed out our demo tape to his connections."
Logan and the third man look shocked and excited, reacting to the news. The man with curly hair smiles, pleased with their reaction.
"Yo! No way!"
A phone chimes loudly, interrupting the conversation. The sound is sharp and attention-grabbing.
The three men all pull out their phones, looking at the screens. They appear confused by the sudden notifications.
The man with curly hair laughs as he looks at his phone. The screen displays a poster for 'The Big Belly Boys'. He then looks at Logan, his expression changing to one of slight disappointment.
"That's so funny. Okay, this is good, but it's not really a prank."
Logan looks at his phone with a critical expression, unimpressed by the prank. The man with curly hair looks at him, while the third man also looks at his phone.
"Yeah, it's kind of lazy to me."
Two women sitting at a table laugh as they look at their phones. One woman holds up a poster for 'The Big Belly Boys', clearly amused.
Logan points towards the window with a surprised expression. The man with curly hair and the third man look in the same direction, their faces showing confusion.
"Guys, what what are those?"
Logan looks shocked as he sees multiple posters for 'The Big Belly Boys' plastered on the windows. He gestures in disbelief.
"Oh, no!"
Logan frantically tries to rip down the posters from the window, his face filled with frustration. The man with curly hair runs towards the posters, also trying to remove them.
"Oh, my God! Zilla."
Logan looks at a poster for 'The Big Belly Boys' with a disgusted expression, then tries to rip it down. He is clearly annoyed by the fake band name.
"The Big Belly Boys? That's not even the name of our band."
The man with curly hair runs into the building, holding a stack of posters. He looks overwhelmed by the sheer number of posters. Logan and the third man follow him, also looking frustrated. Logan's phone rings, displaying 'PIERSON' on the screen.
"Yo, there's like a zillion of them. Oh, this is insane. Wait, wait, guys. Pierson's calling me."
Logan answers the video call. Pierson's face appears on the screen, smiling smugly. Her friends are visible behind her, also smiling. Logan and his friends look at the phone with angry expressions.
"Hey, boys, love the new marketing campaign."
Logan looks angry, holding a stack of posters. The man with curly hair and the third man also look furious, demanding to know where else the posters were placed.
"This isn't funny. Where else did you put these?"
Pierson's friend in the white t-shirt appears on the phone screen, smiling mischievously. She reveals that the posters are all over the city, adding to the boys' frustration.
"Oh, just all over the city. Good luck ripping them down."
Logan looks at his phone with a defeated expression. The man with curly hair looks frustrated, while the third man looks at Logan, his expression grim.
"Yeah."
Pierson appears on the phone screen, smiling mischievously. She reveals that there's one poster the boys will never be able to take down, adding to their frustration.
"Oh, and even if you find all the flyers, there's still is one that you'll never be able to take down."
Logan looks confused and frustrated, trying to understand Pierson's cryptic message. The man with curly hair looks equally confused, while the third man looks thoughtful.
"What? What does that even mean?"
Pierson appears on the phone screen, smiling mysteriously. She hints at another prank, leaving the boys in suspense.
"You'll find out on your way out to the car."
Logan looks shocked and frustrated, realizing there's another prank. He tries to call out to Pierson, but she hangs up. The man with curly hair throws his hands up in despair.
"Wait! Pierson! Pierson!"
The three men walk through a parking lot, looking distressed. Logan throws a stack of posters into the air in frustration. They look up at a large billboard, revealing a massive version of 'The Big Belly Boys' poster. They are utterly shocked and defeated.
"No! No, no, no, no, no, no! How the heck did they pull this off?"
The men look up at the billboard in disbelief. The third man gestures wildly, expressing his shock at the cost. Logan looks determined, vowing to get revenge.
"Those are so expensive. How do they afford one? Yo, we got to get them back. They took this too far."
Pierson and her friend walk past the men in the parking lot, smiling smugly. Pierson's friend points at the billboard, making a sarcastic comment. The men look furious.
"Hey! It's the Big Belly Boys! Cute billboard!"
A title card appears on screen: 'A FEW DAYS LATER'. The scene transitions to a barbershop exterior with red and white striped doors and a sign that reads 'MADE THE CUT'.
Pierson and her friend sit in a barbershop waiting area, looking at magazines. Pierson's friend is flipping through a magazine, while Pierson looks at her phone.
Close-up of Pierson's friend's hands as she flips through a magazine. The magazine displays a picture of 'The Big Belly Boys' band. She smiles mischievously.
Pierson's friend laughs, looking at Pierson. Pierson smiles, holding the magazine, clearly amused by the prank.
Pierson's friend closes the magazine and places it on the table, still smiling. She looks satisfied with their prank.
A female hairdresser, wearing a black shirt with a patterned neckline, approaches Pierson and her friend, smiling. She gestures for them to come forward.
"All right, we can take you two now."
Pierson and her friend stand up, smiling. They appear excited for their hair appointment.
Pierson and her friend sit in salon chairs, facing mirrors. Two hairdressers stand behind them, smiling. One hairdresser, with dark red hair, speaks to Pierson's friend, while the other, with short black hair, smiles at Pierson.
"Hi! Hey! What are we thinking today?"
Pierson's friend speaks to her hairdresser, explaining they have a Groupon. The hairdresser, with short black hair, smiles in the mirror.
"Um, we actually have a Groupon for a full cut and color, if possible?"
Pierson's hairdresser, with dark red hair, smiles and confirms they can do the cut and color. Pierson smiles back, looking pleased.
"Great! Happy to take care of that for ya. Sweet. Do you know what color you're thinking?"
Pierson points to a picture in a magazine, showing a woman with light blonde hair. She indicates she wants a similar color.
"I'm thinking of something lighter, like this."
Pierson's friend agrees, pointing to the same picture in the magazine. The hairdressers smile and walk away to get the colors.
"Yeah, definitely same. Okay, sounds easy enough. We'll go grab those colors and be right back."
Pierson and her friend smile, looking excited about their new hair color. The hairdressers walk away, leaving them alone.
"Sweet. Thank you. It's gonna look so good for summer."
Three men, disguised as women with wigs and makeup, enter the barbershop. The receptionist, wearing a black top with a patterned neckline, greets them with a smile.
"Welcome! Are you here for nails or hair?"
The receptionist looks at the disguised men, who are hiding their faces behind magazines. She informs them that the chairs are full but they can wait.
"Okay, well, our chairs are currently filled, but if you want to wait, we'll be with you ladies shortly."
The disguised men laugh, still hiding their faces behind magazines. They seem amused by the situation.
"We don't mind waiting, honey. Take your time."
Pierson and her friend are getting their hair washed by the hairdressers. The disguised men watch from behind their magazines, laughing.
"More fun that way. Yes. You girls are gonna look gorgeous."
The hairdressers mix hair dye in bowls. The disguised men watch from behind their magazines, their faces partially visible, showing their amusement.
The hairdressers begin washing Pierson and her friend's hair. The disguised men watch from behind their magazines, laughing. They appear to be enjoying the prank.
"Let's start with shampoo. Oh, fancy."
Pierson and her friend lie back in the shampoo chairs, enjoying the hair wash. The disguised men watch from behind their magazines, laughing.
"Ah, this is so nice. I know. It's so relaxing."
A phone rings at the reception desk. The receptionist answers it, while the disguised men watch from behind their magazines, their faces partially visible, showing their amusement.
"Hello?"
The disguised men flip through their magazines, trying to appear inconspicuous. They glance at each other, suppressing laughter.
"On the fourth? Let's see what we have."
The hairdressers continue washing Pierson and her friend's hair. The disguised men watch from behind their magazines, their faces partially visible, showing their amusement.
The disguised men sneak out from behind the magazines. One man, dressed as a woman, pulls out a small bottle of itching powder from his bag.
The man, still disguised, pours the itching powder into a bowl of hair dye. He smiles mischievously, clearly enjoying the prank.
The disguised men laugh from behind their magazines. The receptionist answers the phone, trying to suppress her laughter, and apologizes to the caller.
"No, ma'am, sorry. I'm not laughing at you."
The hairdressers apply the hair dye to Pierson and her friend's hair. The disguised men watch from behind their magazines, their faces partially visible, showing their amusement.
The disguised men put down their magazines and walk away, smiling. They leave the salon, pleased with their prank.
"Perfect. Okay. Thank you, bye bye."
The receptionist looks at the disguised men with a confused expression, asking if they need help. They pause at the door, looking back at her.
"Do you need help with something?"
The disguised men laugh, still hiding their faces behind magazines. They make an excuse about brunch and quickly leave the salon.
"No. On second thought, we're late for brunch. Can't miss those mimosas."
The disguised men wave goodbye to the receptionist, still laughing. They quickly exit the salon, leaving the receptionist looking confused.
"We'll see you next time. See you next time. Bye!"
Pierson and her friend are sitting in the shampoo chairs, their hair wrapped in white towels. They laugh, amused by the disguised men's antics.
The receptionist looks confused by the men's behavior. The hairdressers return and begin applying the hair dye to Pierson and her friend's hair. Pierson and her friend look excited about their new hair color.
"That was weird. All right, all done. Let's get that color started. I am so excited to see the final product. Me, too."
Pierson and her friend stand in the living room, their hair dyed bright pink. They look angry and frustrated, touching their heads. Pierson's friend suggests they kill the boys, while Pierson agrees but wants to go first.
"The guys must have seen my Groupon email. I'm actually gonna kill them. No, first I am going to kill them. Then you can have the rest."
Pierson sits on the sofa, looking resigned. Her friends stand in front of her, still angry about their pink hair. They discuss new revenge ideas, with Pierson's friend suggesting painting the boys' cars pink.
"You guys, I told you this was gonna happen if we retaliated. No, no, no. We're coming up with more ideas and we're getting them back. Yes. Yes, yes, yes. Since they dyed our hair pink, we paint their cars pink."
Pierson looks at her friends, still resigned. Her friend in the white t-shirt suggests painting Chad's car pink, knowing he loves it. She then proposes a more elaborate prank: stranding the boys in the middle of the ocean after a fake cruise. Pierson looks thoughtful.
"Good. Brilliant. Chad loves his car. Come up with a few more, yeah? Just What else? Um. Okay, hear me out. We get a boat. We tell them it's a really nice cruise. And then we accidentally leave them stranded in the middle of the ocean."
Pierson and her friend laugh at the idea of stranding the boys. Pierson's friend then suggests ruining their show on Saturday, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Pierson looks thoughtful.
"That's so good. They can do anything stranded in the middle of a ocean. Exactly. You know what? Let's ruin their show on Saturday. They would never see that coming."
Pierson's friend agrees that ruining the show is perfect. Pierson then suggests making a truce with the boys, looking at her friends with a hopeful expression. Her friends look at her with disbelief.
"That's perfect. Or, or maybe we just make a truce with the guys and just put an end to this war."
Pierson's friends look at her with disappointed and angry expressions, calling her idea 'lame.' Pierson tries to explain the potential for harm, but her friends argue that the boys don't care about hurting them.
"Lame. I'm serious. Someone's gonna actually end up getting really hurt if we keep doing that. But they don't care about hurting us with their pranks. They cross the line all the time. All the time."
Pierson tries to reason with her friends, reminding them that ruining the boys' show could be a huge blow to their career. She also reveals that she invited their mothers to surprise them, hoping to appeal to their empathy. Her friends look shocked.
"I know, but now you guys are talking about ruining their first big show. This could be a really great opportunity for them, and I also invited their moms to surprise them."
Pierson's friends look shocked to hear their mothers are coming. Pierson explains that while the boys may not deserve it, she doesn't want to ruin their career. Her friends listen, their expressions softening.
"Your mom's coming? Yeah, she's coming to see Logan. Guys, I know that they're probably not the nicest guys to us, and they probably don't deserve this, but I don't know, this could be really big for them, and I don't want to be the one to ruin their career."
Pierson's friends reluctantly agree, sighing in defeat. They acknowledge Pierson is right and decide to let go of the revenge plan. They then complain about their itching heads and pink hair, rushing to take showers.
"She's right, though. No, no, no. I guess we can let it go. I'm glad we're all on the same page. Trust me, eventually, the guys are gonna get what's coming to them. They better. And I hope my head stops itching soon. Yeah. I need to go take another shower. I'm getting in first. I mean, guys, for what it's worth, it's not that, uh, Yeah, it's it's pretty bad."
Pierson and her friends exit the living room, their pink hair and distressed expressions visible. The camera focuses on their backs as they leave.
The three men stand in the living room, looking confused and worried. They glance at each other, unsure of what's happening.
Close-up of a notebook on a woven basket, with the words 'PRANK IDEAS' written on the cover. The notebook is open, revealing various prank ideas written inside.
Pierson and her friends sit on the sofa, their pink hair covered by hoodies. They look at the men with serious expressions. Pierson speaks, declaring an end to the prank war and their surrender. The men look surprised and suspicious.
"You guys look nervous. All right, guys, so here's the deal. We brought you here today to tell you one very important thing. The war is over. We're throwing in the towel. We surrender."
Logan looks suspicious, asking if it's a trap. Pierson denies it, but the men remain unconvinced. Pierson tries to explain the endless cycle of pranks and declares they're done. The men still look skeptical.
"Is this a trap? What? No, it's not a trap. I'm not trusting that. Seriously. This pranking back and forth, you getting us, we just get you right back and it just never ends. We're done. Yeah. We're not buying that."
Pierson looks resigned but firm, stating they are done with pranking. The men look at each other, still suspicious but eventually agree to leave. They slowly exit the room, glancing back at the women.
"Okay, fine, then don't buy it, but that doesn't change the fact that we're done pranking you guys, so you guys better leave us alone. Right. Okay. Yeah. If you say so. We're good. Guys, you don't have to worry. We're not going to do anything. Seriously. Uh-huh. Sure. All right. I guess we'll just leave now. Look, okay then. Uh, see you guys later."
The men open the door and peek out, looking cautious. They then slowly walk out of the room, still glancing back at the women.
Pierson and her friends sit on the sofa, looking relieved and amused. They watch as the men cautiously leave the house.
The men cautiously peek out from behind the door, still looking suspicious. They then slowly walk out, their expressions wary.
The men cautiously peek out from behind the door, still looking suspicious. They then slowly walk out, their expressions wary.
The door closes, and Pierson and her friends burst into laughter, delighted by the men's paranoia. They celebrate their successful prank.
Pierson and her friends laugh, discussing how the men's paranoia is the real punishment. They celebrate their victory, satisfied with the outcome.
"Their paranoia is priceless. They're gonna go crazy. Expecting a prank around every corner. And that, my friends, is true punishment."
Pierson's friend, with pink hair, asks for the notebook. Pierson gives it to her, acknowledging the embarrassment. They then laugh and high-five, ready for another prank.
"Give it to me. Okay, that was that was embarrassing. Let's do it again. There we go, ladies!"
Pierson and her friends stand in a brightly lit hallway, looking confused. They are dressed in light-colored tops and jeans. Pierson looks at her phone, while her friends look around, wondering where everyone is.
"I don't understand. Where is everyone?"
Pierson's mother and another woman enter the hallway, smiling. Pierson greets her mother with a hug, while her friends look on.
"Pierson! Oh, hi, Mom! Thanks for coming."
Pierson's mother hugs her tightly, expressing her excitement for Logan's show. Pierson smiles, happy to see her mother.
"Oh, gosh. I would not miss Logan's first show for anything in the world."
Pierson smiles, telling her mother how excited Logan will be. Her mother then notices a poster Pierson is holding and asks about it. The poster shows baby pictures of the boys with musical notes and the text 'OUR BABIES ARE NOW ROCKSTARS'.
"He's going to be so excited that you're here. Aw. What is, uh, what is this little number?"
Pierson's mother holds up the poster, smiling. She asks Pierson if the boys will love it, her expression hopeful.
"This is a fun little poster we all made. Think they're gonna love it?"
Pierson and her friend agree that the boys will love the poster. Pierson then offers to hold onto the poster for her mother, smiling sweetly. Her mother looks pleased.
"Definitely. Yeah. I would love to hold on to it for you and just make sure it's all safe. How sweet are you?"
Pierson takes the poster from her mother, smiling. She then asks if they are the first ones to arrive, looking around the empty hallway.
"Oh, yeah. So, are we the first ones here?"
Pierson's mother looks around the empty hallway, confirming they are the first ones. She then checks her watch, expecting the show to start soon.
"I guess so. It starts at eight, so, it should be starting soon."
Pierson's mother and the other woman walk towards the doors, ready to enter the venue. Pierson and her friends cheer, excited for the show. They exchange goodbyes with their mothers.
"Well, we're gonna go inside and get this party started. Woo! Do it, ladies! See you girls in there! Okay, love you, Mom. Love you, baby."
Pierson and her friends look around the empty venue, confused. Pierson receives a text message from Brent, saying the show was canceled. They are shocked and confused, especially when a man in a suit approaches, asking if this is where 'The Big Belly Boys' are performing.
"Seriously though, where is everyone? Yeah, right, it's like a it's like a ghost town over here. Oh, yeah. Oh, Brent just texted me. Oh, what did he say? He said the show was canceled. What? They would tell us if the show got canceled. You know, Chad also texted me earlier today saying, 'Hey, I'll see you tonight' with seven different emojis. That's so weird. Okay, I don't know what's going on here, but it's it's very fishy. Excuse me. Is this where the Big Belly Boys are performing at tonight?"
Pierson and her friends look at the man in the suit with confused expressions, admitting they're not sure if the show is happening. The man in the suit looks disappointed but then says he can't wait to see them, before walking into the dark auditorium.
"Oh, you know, we're actually not entirely sure anymore. Ah. I cannot wait to see them!"
Pierson's mother and the other woman walk into the dark auditorium, looking around in confusion. They express their excitement for the show, but also wonder why it's so dark.
"I know! I cannot wait to see them! Why is it so dark in here?"
Pierson's mother and the other woman walk towards the stage, surrounded by blue smoke. They look around, wondering if this is part of the show.
"Wait, is this a part of the show?"
Two men, dressed as clowns, emerge from behind the red curtains, accompanied by smoke and eerie music. Pierson's mother and the other woman scream in terror, realizing they are being pranked.
"What's going on in here?"
The clowns continue to growl and move menacingly. Logan and his friends, dressed as clowns, remove their masks, revealing their identities. They look shocked to see their mothers in the audience.
"Mom... Mom? Dude, is that our moms?"
Pierson's mother and the other woman scream in terror as yellow smoke engulfs them. Logan and his friends, still in costume, try to explain that they thought it was Pierson and her friends. Pierson's mother is furious, while the man in the suit watches, unimpressed.
"Oh my gosh. Mom, I can explain. What were you boys thinking? Mom, we're so sorry. Are you out of your minds? We thought you were Pierson and her friends. We didn't mean to scare you. What? After we called a truce?"
Logan's friends, still in costume, reveal a notebook with 'PRANK IDEAS' written on it, claiming they found it in Pierson's living room. They explain they planned to prank the girls first. Pierson and her friends are shocked, while their mothers are furious. Pierson's mother grabs Logan's friend by the ear, dragging him away, while the man in the suit watches, unimpressed.
"No, no, no. We found this in your living room. We didn't think you were serious about keeping a truce. So we planned on getting you guys before you guys got us. Oh, wow. You sabotaged your own show just to prank us. We are flattered. That's it, young man. I'm taking you to church tomorrow so you can learn some manners! No, Mommy, please! Oww! Oh, sir, help me! Oww!"
The man in the suit, Ronald Miller, introduces himself as being with DM Records. He expresses his disappointment that the show is canceled, as he was hoping to sign some contracts. Logan and his friends are devastated, realizing they've ruined their chance for a record deal. Pierson's mother laughs, pleased with the outcome.
"So, is there gonna be a show tonight or not? No, it's canceled. Why? Who are you? I'm Ronald Miller. I'm with DM Records. I was hoping to see some performances and sign some contracts, but I guess that's not happening. This is very unprofessional. No, wait. This is unbelievable. We may have lost our deal."
Pierson's mother reveals there's more punishment to come. Pierson's friend suggests putting up a new billboard, this time with baby pictures of the boys. Pierson's mother loves the idea, while the boys are horrified. Logan's mother then asks about the billboard space, implying she's going to help the girls with their prank.
"Oh, that's not all. All right, you just wait until we come up with a punishment for you, boys. Actually, um, we may know someone that can hook us up with a billboard, and we're thinking this might look pretty cute. Oh, I think that's a really good idea. No, not again. Come on. We're already known as the Big Belly Boys. I don't wanna be a big baby boy. You know what, Maddie? How about you tell me more about that billboard space?"