6. BRITNEY SPEARS – TOXIC 
Secret Agent, Brit-neh, disguises herself as a less-than-inconspicuous, scantily-clad, sexually aggressive air hostess in order to seduce the US-government aligned Thor in a fat-suit. She steals his mobile phone, which turns out to grant her access to a guarded nuclear storage facility.
She changes wigs, revealing herself to be the KGB-aligned pre-Avengers Black Widow, and simultaneously rides a motorbike, and the male supermodel riding it, before arriving at her destination. On procuring her poison of choice – the radioactive polonium-210, she goes onto poison the guy from Torque.
7. ROBBIE WILLIAMS – FEEL 
Robbie is the brooding mere farmhand and secret leader of the Magnificent Seven. Laying low and hiding from the authorities, they work on a ranch recently acquired by Splash in a messy divorce from Tom Hanks. Biding his time, Robbie rides his horse on mountains of cocaine and masochistically bathes butt-naked in an ice-cold drinking trough. There’s a hole in his soul. You can see it in his face. It’s a real big place.
Down on his luck, having lost the Bingo and living off bags of chips, Robbie scores big when he has sex with his mermaid master. He eventually put that fine Union Jack denim jacket to good use on a no-blowholes-barred flashy all-nighter in Atlantis.
8. BLAZIN’ SQUAD – CROSSROADS 
Here we have the Ben Sherman street choir performing on the unfinished bridge from Speed. Their parents must been relieved to find their potentially wayward sons had applied themselves. It must be tough on the streets if you have to form a boyband to survive. Unfortunately, the police mistakes the cherub troupe for an actual gang of unruly loiterers and sent out their only helicopter to arrest them.
9. *NSYNC – POP 
“It doesn’t matter
‘Bout the car I drive or
The ice around my neck
All that matters
Is that you recognise
That it’s just about respect“
This vitriolic humdinger is full of *NSYNC’s signature renegade attitude. And pop-rap is their weapon of choice. Lashing back at their critics, they demonstrated that pop has no limits of decency and will advertise every possible brand of clothing in order to survive. Throw enough dollars at it and it’ll even hump the floor. They must have certainly silenced their detractors with JT’s bizarre beatbox epilogue – a precursor to his more celebrated beatbox marathon in Rock Your Body.
Can’t stop the POP?