Narcy meanwhile fixated upon his reflection while his faithful pet--a cute little animal of indeterminate species--named Muffy or Fluffy or Scruffy snoozed on the bank. Indeed, Narcy's reverie was only disturbed by the appearance of the town bully named Spike or Butch or Biff, an evil character of low self-esteem whose appearance was flawed by a zit on his nose or really bad hair or perhaps a hunchback (well, maybe not that last one--that's a good-guy trait) who would call poor Narcy such politically incorrect names (that Tiffany or Buffy or Muffy repeated even though she didn't mean to) that poor Narcy became quite depressed and anorexic, which caused his mother to worry and his father to say, "I told you so!" At this point, a famous jeans designer (whom we'll call Calvin or Ralph or Jordache, depending upon pending negotiations) who decided to use the pond as background for his next ad campaign ("We'll wet our pants for you!") spotted the gaunt youth lounging upon the bank and offered him a million dollar modeling contract. Suddenly lured away from gazing at his reflection by the promise of cash (Note: the teenage audience can identify with this!), Narcy exclaimed, "A million dollar contract!" Tiffany or Buffy or Muffy, who had been lurking nearby as usual, also exclaimed, "A million dollar contract!...a million dollar contract!" with her characteristic upward inflection, so that Calvin or Ralph or Jordache thought she was part of a package deal and, noticing her obvious assets, signed her up as a lingerie model. All this made Spike or Butch or Biff so angry (note how crowded it was around this secluded pond) that he fell into the pond and would have drowned had it not been for the quick action of Muffy or Fluffy or Scruffy who leapt in and pulled him out. So touched was Spike or Butch or Biff by the unselfish act of kindness that the generic little animal performed to someone who had in the past chucked rocks at it, that he reformed on the spot--just in time for the big song and dance number that featured all the humans, animals, fish, flowers, and trees. Indeed, the flowers did such a great job that Narcy decreed as the closing credits rolled that they could be named after him without having to pay him any royalty whatsoever for use of his name.
Of course, everyone lived happily ever after. I mean, what did you expect?
