Superstars, Inc. is a transcript.
- (The camera fades in to the little boy's bedroom, at night.)
- Mother: (o.s.) Good night, sweetheart.
- Little Boy: (o.s.) Good night, mom.
- Father: (o.s.) Sleep tight, kiddo.
- (The bedroom light clicks off. Soft moonlight illuminates the room. A little boy snuggles into bed as his parents' footsteps fade away from the hall. All is quiet. The closet door creaks open. The boy looks around the room, nervously, eyes growing wide. Suddenly, he spies a tentacle, emerging from the closet. The boy turns away in fear, but a second look reveals it to be just a shirt sleeve. He relaxes back into bed. A dark shadow cuts across the bedspread. From under the bed, a pair of evil red eyes peer out. Rising up behind the boy, preparing to scare his young victim, towers a fearsome monster. The boy sees the monster and screams. Bard, horrified by the child, lets out an even more blood curling scream of his own. He backs away and slips on a soccer ball, which ricochets off the wall and beans him squarely on the face. He stumbles back onto a skateboard, slips, and lands on a pile of jacks. Crazed with pain, Bard runs around the room, squealing and holding his backside.)
- Computerized Voice: (o.s.) Simulation terminated. Simulation terminated.
- (Worklights flash on, flooding the room with light. The boy, now revealed to be an animatronic, winds down and resets. One wall of the bedroom starts to rise, revealing the bedroom to be just a set, a simulator where monsters practice their scare tactics. Behind a control console sits an evaluator, the dragon-like Miss Lilly. Judging by her tone, she's been through this before.)
- Ms. Lilly: Alright, Mr. Bile, is it?
- Bard: Uh, my friends call me Phlegm.
- Ms. Lilly: Uh-huh. Mr. Bile, can you tell me what you did wrong?
- Bard: I fell down?
- Ms. Lilly: No, no, before that. Can anyone tell me Mr. Bile's big mistake? Anyone?
- (Ms. Lilly addresses a panel of pathetic looking recruits, seated behind her. They stare back at her blankly.)