They had just finished a long and tiring photo shoot production for GAP® Summer wear and Thómas was famished.
"I haven't eaten since you made me breakfast this morning, Bruce," Thómas complained. Bruce winked knowingly at Thómas.
"Let's all go get some Starbucks® lattes!" piped up Chlóe, emerging from her dressing room clad in a summer orchid dress halter, beige low rise khakis and white summer classic flip flops.
All of the GAP® models nodded their heads excitedly at this wonderful idea. As always, they exited the building two-by-two in a perfectly synchronized line. Erik and Chlóe were first, followed by Levi and Dani and then Dominique and Marcy. Thómas and Bruce took up the rear position.
As they walked through the crowded streets of New York City, people in the crowd recognized them instantly. "Mommy, mommy, are those the GAP® models?" a little boy exclaimed, tugging on his mother's pocketbook with glee. Marcy patted him on his head and gave him an autographed laced thong.
More and more people began to notice the commotion and crowded around their favorite retail outlet celebrities. Suddenly a commotion at the back of the crowd began to brew and the crowd parted. A group of surly men and women stood in a poorly choreographed circle, dressed in rib-knit logo tanks, big-cut capris and canvas painter jeans. It was the Old Navy® models, fresh from their shoot in San Francisco and they wanted revenge.
"You don't match," said one of the female models to Chlóe. Chlóe collapsed to the ground, stunned by the blow. Thómas and Bruce bent over to help her up.
"This street isn't big enough for two dance numbers," said one of the male models. "This is our turf."
Erik, the leader of the GAP® models stepped forward. "Listen, we just want to buy some coffee and we'll be right on our way." For extra measure he added, "We mean you no harm."
"You want coffee?" sneered one of the female models. "Have mine!" and she splashed her creamy mocha Frappuccino® all over Marcy's purple iris double front tank and rinsed stretch boot cut capris. Marcy autographed them and gave it to an onlooker.
Not to be outwitted by a retail outlet targeted to the lower-class, Erik challenged the Old Navy models to the ultimate dance-a-thon. "We didn't want it to come to this, but you forced our hands. Now you will feel humiliation at the hands of our feet."
Levi set down a boom box on the curb and a spritely 60's tune started playing.
The Old Navy® models flailed around in a low-budget dance rendition of "A Streetcar Named Desire" for a few minutes and finished their act by clumsily falling all over each other.
"Beat that," sneered one of the females, huffing for breath.
The GAP® models lined up in perfect tandem and then, with perfectly executed double-barrel rolls they were off!
Dominique and Dani parasolled around a lamp post and kicked their heels together in tandem while Thómas grabbed Bruce from behind and flipped him onto the wiener stand. Levi swung Marcy around and she whirled around like a top for fifteen city blocks.
Next Erik and Chlóe jumped up onto a deli awning and gracefully landed on top of a bus as it screeched to a halt. The bus driver smiled out his window and began snapping his fingers along with the catchy tune. Taxi cabs began honking their horns along with the tap dance numbers.
They finished their dance number by performing a flawless human triangle atop the Empire State building.
The police had seen enough. "You thugs are all headed back to San Francisco," said Officer O'Reilly to the Old Navy® models. "When will you learn that you can't beat the GAP® models?"
He also gave them a citation for loitering and then tipped his cap at the GAP® models."Have a nice day gang. You earned it."
Marcy autographed a guava lace favorite bra and gave it to him.