A Play in Three Acts:
ACT ONE: THE MEETING:
PAULA: Hello….? Do I…? Are we….?
PHOEBE: Let’s take a picture, Paula! Imagine how well a photo of two such classy celebrities such as ourselves will sell! You are a famed songstress, and I a brave warrior for the civil liberties of F-list celebrities!
PAULA: Have I been drinking?
ACT TWO: THE PRESS OP
PAULA: Psst, you guys! Who is this person? Also, does the bodice of my dress look like I stuffed it with toilet paper? I can’t tell.
PHOEBE: Guest-judge spot on Idol, HERE I COME!
PAULA: I feel like my face is making that bemused look but I can’t control it.
ACT THREE: THE REASON FOR THE SEASON
PAULA: OH! You’re the Miss Golden Globe of this event! I GET IT NOW.
PHOEBE: Another step toward my world domination!