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‘I’m From Maui Time Weekly’

by By Samantha Campos

January 11, 2007

This week the reality show I’m From Rolling Stone began airing on

MTV. This shocked us, as it was eerily similar to our own reality show

that we were just weeks away from debuting. Here’s the pilot episode of

the true story—True Story!—of six interns picked to work at our edgy

newsweekly and have their lives taped to find out what happens when

journalists stop being polite and start getting real…





FADE IN:







JOOLEE, a former Hustler centerfold/born-again virgin from Alabama, is the first to arrive. She opens the door to the bustling office of Maui Time Weekly’s

sales department, where she encounters Advertising Executive BRAD

picking his teeth with a pocket machete, while Advertising Coordinator

KRISTA practices aerobic office yoga. 













JOOLEE







Hi y’all! WOW—so this is what a real live newsroom looks like?! Awesome!















(Cut to JOOLEE’s confessional narrative.)















I was shocked. The place looked like an

adult daycare center for insane people. Whaddy’all call that? A mental

institutionalism? Whatever it is, it’s definitely the work of Satan.

I’ll have to pray for these people…













(Cut back to office. ALEX, a closeted gay

Republican/Ivy League quarterback, enters, along with Publisher TOMMY,

who has a circus poodle perched on each shoulder.)













TOMMY







Hi there! Welcome to Maui Time! You wanna see my new Star Wars iPod toilet roll dispenser?















(Cut to ALEX’s confessional.)















ALEX







I think Brad is, like, totally hot. But I’m not ready to talk about my sexuality yet. Maybe I’ll just grab Joolee’s ass for now.















(Cut back to office, where ALEX and JOOLEE

begin making out, and DWAYNEEKWA, a feminist lesbian post-op

transsexual/hip-hop DJ, walks in.)













DWAYNEEKWA







What the f*#$?!















KRISTA







(Takes her blindfold off.) Oh, you must

be the new interns. They’re expecting you over in the editorial

department. C’mon, I’ll show you where it is.













(KRISTA leads the three interns down a

dark hallway and three flights of stairs under the ground floor. They

then take an elevator down another level, and KRISTA hands the interns

headlamps.)













Just follow the ropes to the second door on the left. Anthony and Sam are in there now.















(The interns do as instructed, along the

way bumping into HANK, a Calvin Klein model-turned-actor/singer for

emo-punk band, Sparrows without Providence.)













HANK







Hey, dudes.















DWAYNEEKWA







What the f*#$?! I ain’t no dude, motherf*#$er! Damn!















(Cut to inside of Editor ANTHONY’s office.

Seated on the couch are Associate Editor SAM, MAGDALENE, a wealthy

socialite/cocaine-and-Hoodia-lollipop addicted nymphomaniac, and gNO!,

a rebellious poet laureate/former pet photographer/alcoholic.)













ANTHONY







Well, judging from your anti-organic, eco-goddess, bio-farm clips, gNo!, you show the most promise here…















(Enter DWAYNEEKWA and JOOLEE.)















JOOLEE







Hey, y’all! We seemed to have lost Hank and Alex somewhere but I’m Joolee and this is Dwaa-nekaka—















DWAYNEEKWA







It’s Dway-NEE-kwa, you oppressive white bitch. Damn!















JOOLEE







Yes, Dwa-nik-wanda. So is this where we do all the news reporty stuff?















SAMANTHA







Um, we’re gonna start you off doing some

very important research for an expose on caffeine and biochemical

addictions—you can start by bringing me a double cappuccino and a

couple o’ blue pills from across the street.













gNO!







Yeah, Madge here is all over that.















MAGDALENE







Shut up, you donkey lover! And go get my bags.















DWAYNEEKWA







Ooh, I’ll get them for you, sweetheart.















JOOLEE







Hey, I thought we were supposed to be real journalists, you know? Like, doing real journalist-type stuff?















ANTHONY







Oh yeah, see… (grimmacing slightly) we

don’t do that here. Or at least not young ragamuffins like yourselves.

Where’d young Robert Frost go?













gNO!







Right here, boss.















ANTHONY







Outstanding. See that stack of government transportation reports over there?















gNO!







You mean these over here? You want me to read them?















ANTHONY







No, dimwit. I want you to photocopy them.















gNO!







But they come up to my knee.















ANTHONY







(mocking) Ooooh, they come up to my knee. Three copies! I want three copies!















gNO!







No way! I’m a poet laureate, dude! Who died and made you editor?















ANTHONY







Okay, that’s it! I’ve had it with you!















(ANTHONY vaults over his desk and tackles

gNO!. They begin wrestling in the middle of the office. SAM and the

rest of the interns stand around awkwardly, alternately staring at the

ground and each other. After a few moments DWAYNEEKWA begins

beatboxing.)













FADEOUT















OFF-SCREEN NARRATOR







Stay tuned next week when we’ll hear Anthony say…















ANTHONY







You idiot! I wanted these photocopies double-sided!















FINIS







I’m From Rolling Stone airs on MTV Sundays 8 p.m. MTW