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"PROLOGUE (1 minute): You've just come home from an event at the firm and you're sitting at your desk, surfing the Internet while chatting on the phone with your friend Rae. You're wearing a form-fitting dress with ultra-sheer nude pantyhose and open-toe high-heel mules (the kind that can be quickly kicked off!). Your legs are crossed and you can't see what's going on under the desk. You tell Rae about how you used the spell on your boss, making her the center of attention at the event, though not in the way she would like. You laugh and imitate the sounds she made, especially since she tries to be very feminine around the guys. You laugh at the way she ended up with her feet in the ice bucket. But you also tell her that you're worried about a side-effect of the spell....

SCENE ONE (2.5 minutes): You tell Rae that the spell description says that casting it can attract pixies, who are mischievous creatures and especially attracted by the Hotfoot Spell. But you tell her that you don't really believe pixies exist. As you tell her this, a pixie hand under the desk slides a wooden match under the nylon-clad toes of your dangling foot. We then see your face as you talk to Rae, telling her that even if there were such things as pixies, they wouldn't give you a really SERIOUS hotfoot. When you say this we see that the pixie hand has wedged several other matches under the toes of your dangling foot and is striking a match to light them. We cut back to your face as you explain to Rae that you're quite sure that if there were any matches ignited in close proximity to your toes, you would be well aware of it. We then see the pixie hand as it lights the matches under your toes. The scene continues to alternate between you talking to Rae and your foot under the desk as the flames draw nearer to your toes. Just as the flames reach your toes, you tell your friend, "Well, it seems like everything is a-okay here; I don't think there will be any hotfoot tonight." Then you feel the flames, shriek, kick off your shoe, and leap out of your chair (and out of your other shoe), crying out, "OW! OO! OOOOOOOO!" in progressively higher pitches while grabbing at your foot. The next we see is a full sh*t of you hopping frantically on one foot while holding your other, saying, "My toes! Oh my toooooooes! Someone just gave me a HOTFOOOOOOOOOT!"

SCENE TWO (1.5 minutes): That's not the end of your troubles. The camera cuts to a pixie hand take a red hot cookie sheet out of the oven. The scene shifts back to a full sh*t of you, still clutching your toes and hopping with the phone in your other hand. Then we cut to a close up of your hopping foot, as we see the pixie slide the cookie sheet directly underneath!

Your reaction is immediate. The first prank was a fiery surprise, but the cookie sheet feels like you're in your stockinged feet on a...well, on a red hot cookie sheet. You cry out first in a drawn out shriek followed by quick, staccato explosions of breath, "Yeeeaaaaaahhhhhh-hah!-hah!-hah! Oo! Ow! Hot! Hot! Hot-Hot-HOT!" All the while you leap quickly from foot to foot, knees high, hands and hair flying all over the place. We hear the pixie giggle (a jingling sound like bells laughing) as you frantically leap off the cookie sheet, hopping first on one foot, then the other, trying to fan your scorched soles one at a time, finally sitting down on a chair or the couch with your feet stretched out in front of you, bl*wing on them. You're still on the phone, saying, "Oh, my G*d. Holy! Someone just gave me the BIGGEST...HOTFOOT...EVER! Someone just...hey! Do you think that could have been...pixies?" We hear the jingling laughter of the pixies in the distance. You say into the phone, "Rae? I'll c*ll you back!"

SCENE THREE (1.5 mintues): Hanging up the phone, you go in search of the pixie, whom you see scurrying into a cupboard or the top shelf of a tall bookshelf. "You l*ttle bastard!" you say. "Now I'll take care of you!" There is a quick insert of your hand picking up a l*ttle stepping stool. Then we see you walking purposefully toward the cupboard or the bookshelf with the stool in your hand. You say, "You think you're pretty clever, don't you?" Then you put the stool down. Quick insert of you stepping onto the stool in your stocking-clad feet. Then we see your from up-top again. "We'll see who gets the last laugh, my l*ttle hotfooting friend," you say as you search for the pixie up top.

We jump to a close up of your stocking-clad feet on the stool. You are standing tiptoe to reach the place where you think the goblin has hidden. There just happens to be a small h*le in your pantyhose near the space between your fourth and l*ttle toe, probably as a result of the flames from the first hotfoot. The pixie's hand appears again, deftly wedging a single match between your fourth and l*ttle toe and lighting it.

Meanwhile, you're rummaging about with your hand for the malicious l*ttle creature. Your tone changes as you try to coax the pixie out of hiding: "Here, pixie, pixie, pixie! You want to come out and play? I won't hurt you, you l*ttle sicko. I just want to have fun!" A quick insert shows the match is b*rning closer. Then we see you up top again. "That's right, we're gonna have LOTS and LOTS of FUN just as soon as I get my hands on you-oo- ooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" As the last line suggests, the flame reaches your toe as you're speaking. The three "woos" each increase in pitch, intensity, and length, as you leap off the stool, grabbing your foot in both hands again.

We then switch to a full sh*t of you clutching your foot and hopping, while shouting to the rhythm of your hops: "My toe! My toe! You b*rnt my l*ttle toe!" We hear the pixie laugh again as you sink into a kneeling position, out of breath, with your hands in the air, your elbows at your sides, your hair disheveled, and your feet behind you, saying, "Oh...oo...oo! Water! Get me some water!"

SCENE FOUR (30 seconds): We see the pixie hand grab the kettle from the top of the stove. Yes, it is going to pour that tea....

...all over the soles of your feet.

We see a close up of your face as the boiling water courses over your soles. Your eyes widen in shock, as you say, "Ooooooo...whoa! Whoa! WHOA! WHOA-OOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

You leap to your feet again, doing your shriek: "Oo! Ow! Oo! Ow! Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh, my tootsies! Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-OW!" You shake your feet out trying to cool them off: "Oh! Water! WATER!" You grab a hand towel, douse it with COOL water, all the while saying, "Oh my G*d! Hot hot hot! Ooch ouch ooch!" You throw the towel on the floor. Quick insert of your feet as you hop onto the damp towel. We then cut back to your face where we see your immediate relief: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....." You say to yourself, "There's got to be something I can do about these dreadful hotfoots!"

SCENE FIVE (2.5 minutes): You go into your bedroom. Then you sit on the floor near your bookshelf, looking for a book on pixies. When you find one, you begin to read it. Your back is to the camera, your legs curled underneath you. The soles of your feet are extended behind you toward the camera; we now see that there are several h*les in your pantyhose, whether from the flames, the cookies sheet, or the boiling water. As you read about the pixies, you learn something: "Hmmm, it says here that pixies are especially attracted to very pretty people who have very pretty feet. Ugliness repels them." As you read, a pixie hand is already wedging matches between your toes, through the h*les in your nylons. "Huh," you say. "So I guess I must be pretty enough, and my feet must be REALLY pretty, to earn a real pixie hotfoot!" By this time, the pixie has lit the matches, of course, and they glow warmly around your toes like a l*ttle flaming bouquet. "So, it's not so bad, really. It's actually kind of a compliment. I'm going to put that on Instagram!" Typing: "I have such pretty hotfoot-toes!" You look back and notice them, not registering what is about to happen. "And there they are! Pretty!" You snap a picture of them, smiling. "Aw, what a sexy l*ttle hotfoot. That's what I would c*ll hot!" You smile again, then feel the flame and register what is happening at the same time. "Hot...hot...HOOOOOOOOOOT!"

Once more you are doing the one-legged hotfoot dance, this time saying, "Oo! Hot toes! Hot toes! Oo! Ow! Ow! Oo! Hot hot toes!" You dance around until you cool off, taking a long time to fully recover, "Whoo! Whoa! Oh my G*d...oh Jesus...oh wow. Whooooo!" Then you pick up the book again. Leafing through it, you find the following, "The only way the pixies can be appeased is if they are given another suitable victim...."

EPILOGUE (30 seconds): We see your face as you begin to get an idea. You pick up the phone. "Hey, Rae, it's me, Liv. Oh, yeah, I'm okay, it was a false alarm. Just a l*ttle foot cramp, you know how that is, like 'ow ow ow.' Yeah!" You laugh. Then you add, "So Rae. I was thinking we could have a girls night, just you and me. Yeah, and I'd like to give you a pedicure, like we used to do. Oh yes, I want to make your feet look sooooooo pretty." You hang up and smile. "Pixies? I think we've found another suitable victim.""

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