Round One: Emma Stone

A plain black car drove through the streets. In the back sat the three Emmas- one redhead, one blonde, one brunette, but all similar in their nudity and pressed against each other as they shared the back seat.

"Give us their clothes?" Roberts said, repeating their instructions, "How do we persuade anyone to do that?"

"I hope I'll come up with some ideas." Watson shrugged.

The car slowed and pulled towards the kerb. A screen lit up in front of the Emmas and they saw their names flashing up in a random order, until it stopped on 'Emma Stone'.

"Looks like I'm first." Stone said, reaching for the door handle.

"Good luck, sweetie." Watson said.

"Yeah, good luck." Roberts said, less convincingly.

Emma Stone left the car and stood naked on the pavement, as it quickly left her there. She looked around and quickly assessed her situation- she was in a square near some shops, various people were sitting or walking around. As the cameras watched her from hidden locations, Emma identified a group of young women sitting and chatting nearby, and hurried over to them, arms wrapped around her naked body. There were four of them, in their twenties, with a few shopping bags at their feet as they sat on a low wall at the side of the square.

"Oh my god, can you help me?" She asked them as she approached. They looked up at her, amused and confused. "I was just getting out of a taxi and it caught my dress and, like, tore it right off me, now I'm naked! Do you have any clothes I could have?"

"Oh, gosh." One of the women said, eyes widening. "I don’t know, we've been shopping but didn’t really buy any clothes. I bought some underwear."

"That would be so great," Emma said, "Could I...?"

The woman reached into a shopping bag and pulled out a pack of panties, she opened it and handed Emma a pair.

"Is pink okay?"

"Yes, perfect." Emma accepted the underwear and slipped them on, "Could I get anything else, maybe?"

"You can have my skirt." A blonde woman said, "I've got leggings underneath it, it's fine." She pulled down her denim skirt and handed it over, Emma wiggled into it.

"Thank you so much, now I just need a top." Emma held one arm over her breasts and used the other to indicate that she was still topless. She looked at the women hopefully. They shared a look between them.

"Oh, go on." A woman with short dark hair sighed, she pulled off her yellow t-shirt and handed it over, leaving her in a pink floral bra.

"Oh, thanks." Emma smiled broadly, "Thank you so much."

Dressed in the borrowed clothing, Emma looked around for the production crew.