The Little Red Cherry Bomb

Act VI: Mirror Mirror

The Wicked Witch of Rock 'n' Roll, disguised as Fake Cherie, spawns a hotel key and walks into the hotel room where The Runaways are staying. All the girls are out except for Cherie. As she stands by the radio, Cherie's jaw drops as her gaze turns to see Fake Cherie. Cherie is wearing the same David Bowie t-shirt that she's been wearing all day.

Fake Cherie: Cherie Currie, I presume? How's it going without your voice? Yeah I sound like you, I know. I got your pretty little voice and your pretty little body. [gets all up in Cherie's face] I'm gonna make sure that spell doesn't get broken. And after midnight tomorrow all that's left is gonna be me. I am Cherie Currie! And you know what? You just made my job easier because you will be your identical twin sister Marie Currie!

Angered, Cherie violently grabs Fake Cherie's shoulders and pushes her to the ground. Fake Cherie raises her arm and casts a spell on Cherie, pinning her against the wall and stopping the blood flow in her body. The pain is severe, but Cherie cannot scream because her voice is gone.

Fake Cherie: Mwahahaha! I am you now! We are going to have so much fun!

Fake Cherie releases Cherie, who falls to the floor in pain. Fake Cherie casts a spell, and poof! Cherie's shirt changes from her David Bowie t-shirt to Cherie's Peaches Records & Tapes t-shirt. After a minute, the door opens and Sandy West walks through along with the rest of The Runaways. Suddenly, the radio starts playing The Beach Boys - California Girls, so all the girls including Fake Cherie sing along.

The Beach Boys, The Runaways, and Fake Cherie (singing):

Well, East Coast girls are hip

I really dig those styles they wear

And the Southern girls with the way they talk

They knock me out when I'm down there

The Midwest farmer's daughters

Really make you feel alright

And the Northern girls with the way they kiss

They keep their boyfriends warm at night

I wish they all could be California girls

(I wish they all could be California)

I wish they all could be California girls

The West Coast has the sunshine

And the girls all get so tanned

I dig a French bikini on Hawaii island Dolls

By a palm tree in the sand

I've been all around this great big world

And I seen all kind of girls

Yeah, but I couldn't wait to get back in the states

Back to the cutest girls in the world

I wish they all could be California girls

(I wish they all could be California)

I wish they all could be California girls

I wish they all could be California (Girls, girls, girls yeah, I dig the—)

I wish they all could be California (Girls, girls, girls yeah, I dig the—)

I wish they all could be California (Girls, girls, girls yeah, I dig the—)

I wish they all could be California (Girls, girls, girls yeah, I dig the—)

Fake Cherie: Hi guys.

Sandy: Hi Cherie... Woah, wait a second... Hey.

Fake Cherie: Yeah I can talk now. It's been a long time.

Sandy: But... who....

Fake Cherie: Oh, that's my sister Marie! Y'all met before. She decided to visit us. She's being real quiet now like how I was. Right, Marie?

Cherie: [forcible nods from the witch casting a secret spell].

Lita: Okay...

Sandy: Glad you can talk now! Hey Marie.

Jackie: Maybe we don't need the recordings anymore and you can sing!

Fake Cherie: Yeah!

Cherie grabs onto Joan's arm with a tight squeeze and a concerned look. The other girls look at Cherie with a crazy look, but Joan looks back at Cherie with a concerned face, trying to study the situation.

Fake Cherie: Oh, Marie. Don't you bother Joan like that.

Jackie, Sandy, and Lita: [laughs].