So this was an idea I had in the wee hours of the night after watching the Thunderbirds movie. My brain kind of went like this: 'I wonder if the people in the Thunderbirds universe made a movie about the Thunderbirds… I mean, we make movies about firefighters, and they're like firefighters on steroids… I wonder what that movie would be like…'
And that was all it took. This is the prologue, where the actual Thunderbirds start to watch the movie. And here's the fun part: I'm going to go off reviews here (so that would be really helpful if you could, you know, review. Pretty please?).
If you, the readers, want me to write the whole movie novelization type-thing, then I'll do that (I actually have a plan for it). And if the reviews don't go that direction, or I don't get them, then this will be funnier, and I'll write movie highlights and commentary from the Thunderbirds we already know.
Anyway: If I owned the Thunderbirds, I would be rich. Since I'm not rich, I must not own the Thunderbirds. Darn.
"Penny, what's this?"
Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward looked at the small package she'd set silently on Jeff Tracy's desk and then back up at the man himself, her face expectant and her posture perfect in her designer pink dress. Jeff wondered if she'd ever gone through a phase as a teenager and worn something less girly. He wondered if she'd gone through a phase as a teenager and worn only pink, and never come out of it.
"It's a package." Lady Penelope was beautiful with blonde hair, blue eyes and a perfect manicure, and she knew it. The confidence and capability that knowledge gave her turned heads.
Jeff smiled fondly at the British noblewoman. "I know what it is. But what is it? Where did it come from?"
"This package was given to me by a producer from Hollywood, California. Through a contact, of course," Lady P said, all business. "It is an advance, unedited copy of the Thunderbirds film that just finished shooting in Quebec. It's for you and the boys to watch and approve."
Frowning, Jeff opened the package. There was a folded piece of paper, a blank case and regular-looking disk inside. 'Thunderbirds' was written in neat handwriting on the disk.
"They want our approval?" Jeff asked.
"It would seem," Lady P said placidly. "The director, Cameron Iregui, is also one of the producers, and is known to be a man of integrity. He said that while the filming is finished, he would like your cooperation in editing. While this is a fictitious version of your reality, if you want anything cut or altered, Iregui will comply."
Jeff gave the disk a skeptical glance before shaking his head in defeat. "Good thing John's home while the Hackenbackers are on Five. Want to join us for family movie night, Penny?"
Gordon was barely holding in his laughter as the Tracys gathered around the movie poster that had come with the disk.
Finally, he lost the battle with himself and burst out laughing. Only Scott looked at all inclined to join him, though. John was worried and Virgil and Alan were both looking very unhappy.
Jeff could see why. The promotional poster was crowded with five ships and five people. The ships were mostly realistic copies of the Thunderbirds, except for 'Five, which looked like a space station from 60's science fiction.
The people on the poster were more interesting, however. They were in the Thunderbirds uniforms, and only the young man in the middle, in Scott's blue trimmed uniform, looked a thing like the original. He had cropped red hair and determined blue eyes and his expression was similar to Jeff's oldest son's determined face. But on one side of the young man were two other young men, in John and Gordon's uniforms. John's counterpart had short, shaggy dark hair and looked focused and angry. Gordon's character had a grin on his face, but was wiry and definitely Indian.
But what had Gordon laughing for several minutes, until he couldn't breathe, were the people on the other side of the movie's Scott. They were in Virgil and Alan's uniforms. And they were female. One had short, curly dark hair and the other had long red hair, but even without their faces and hair visible, they were clearly women.
"I don't think this is a good idea," John said finally, while Gordon wheezed, still trying to laugh as he struggled for breath, "Watching a movie about ourselves."
"But it's not us," Gordon argued quickly, his laugh attack having been slightly exaggerated for Virgil and Alan's benefit. "C'mon, guys. Other than the uniform colors, they're clearly not going for realistic."
"Then why are you laughing?" Virgil shot at his younger brother.
"You know it's funny," Gordon shot back. "If it was me, you'd be laughing."
Alan nodded diplomatically. "Of course we would."
"We're watching it," Jeff said, "So we can tell the producer something. If it's terrible, we'll publicly renounce it. But we have to watch it first."
John and Virgil sighed, but from her seat over in the kitchen with Tin-Tin and Onoha, Lady Penelope smiled as the family moved towards their theatre room.
"I looked the movie up online," John said as Scott and Virgil fiddled with the surround sound. "The brunette girl and the Indian guy are both semi-famous international actors, everyone else is kind of unknown. Except Scott's actor is that guy from that romantic comedy."
Gordon snickered, but ducked behind the loveseat when Scott shot him a murderous look.
"Which one?" Tin-Tin asked.
From his spot next to her, Alan looked confused. "How many have you seen? I know which one John's talking about: you made us all go last Christmas."
John nodded and Virgil looked over. "Yeah, exactly," the middle Tracy added, "The one where they fell in love even though they didn't like each other at first."
"That's at least eighty percent of all romantic comedies," Tin-Tin said, exasperated, but before she could continue the conversation, Scott announced that they were ready to watch the movie.
Sighing almost in sync with John, Tin-Tin settled into the couch and let the issue go.
Please review! It's summer and I like writing, but I'm busy, so I need your feedback as to where this story is going. Does that make sense? It does to me.
This is set in the movie verse, so I can include Fermat and teenage-Alan, who's more dramatic (thus more fun) than adult-Alan. I wasn't sure if they had secret identities in the movie though, but I'm pretending that they do.
Most of the conversations between the Tracy boys and Tin-Tin are based on ones between me and my siblings over movies. The only chick flick I remember taking my brother to is Letters to Juliet, for my birthday, and he still refers to it as 'that movie with the angry British guy.'
We have fun. Thanks for reading!