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The Journal of Literary Satire | Hastily Written & Slopilly Edited
Tuesday, April 22, 2003

Scenes from Next Week's Episode of "Potato, Come Home!"

by Nick Jezarian

FADE IN:

INT. A SILO SOMEWHERE IN IDAHO – DAY

It is 1982 and the potatoes are piled atop one another in difficult living conditions, even for potatoes. The Spuds family sits around waiting to scrub each other after a tough day avoiding deportation to the French Fry Death Camps.

PAPA SPUD, (2 months old, slightly greenish) sits across from his son, SPUDSIE CRINKLE CUT (1 month old, the cleanest skinned potato in the silo).

PAPA SPUD glares at SPUDSIE through one of his 15 burgeoning eyes.

PAPA SPUD
Clean your eyes, they’re unsightly.

SPUDSIE
Maybe to you, Dad, but in some parts of this world, they’re scars of experience.

PAPA SPUD
Don’t wisecrack to me, Spudsie. I made you and I’ll just as quick pare your ass to pieces.

PAPA SPUD slaps SPUDSIE, sending one of SPUDSIE’s newly grown eyes flying across the silo.

SPUDSIE
The world isn’t the same anymore, Dad! You can’t just strong arm-your way through everything. Why can’t you get that through that thick tuber of yours.

PAPA SPUD is green from too much sunlight and the solanine makes him bitter and toxic. It’s widely known he’s a bad green potato. He shoves SPUDSIE into a pile of alfalfa.

SPUDSIE
Forget you, Dad!

PAPA SPUD
(slaps SPUDSIE again)
No, forget you, son!

SPUDSIE
Forget you!

SPUDSIE rolls awkwardly out of the silo and disappears into the night.

PAPA SPUD
(mumbling)
Waxy son of a bitch, he won’t make it solo out there one day.

CUT TO:

EXT. NIGHT

The red potato district of Dublin, OH. Filthy potatoes with enormous eyes and huge gouges cut out of their skins mill aimlessly about. Sirens can be heard.

PIMP (6 weeks old, a grizzled half-fried potato).

PIMP
Listen spud, you ain’t performin’.

SPUDSIE
But, but…

PIMP
Shut up Spudsie! You don’t talk to your pimp like that.

SPUDSIE
I want to go home!

PIMP throws SPUDSIE down on the sidewalk and threateningly holds a masher.

CUT TO:

INT. SILO - NIGHT

PAPA SPUD is lifted from the silo and thrown in a pile of green potatoes to be sold to Ore-Ida at discount wholesale prices.

MRS. SPUDSIE, (SPUDSIE’S mum) is penning a letter to SPUDSIE begging him to come home and take his rightful place as the head of the silo.

CUE MUSIC. (George Michael’s rare, better yet, never heard rendition of “Danny Boy”)

FADE OUT.

* * *

Next week’s episode of “Potato, Come Home” can be seen in Julienne-Vision only on the New WB!

Nick Jezarian is clearly a superbly built creation resulting from the union of man, woman, and crustacean. Nick's crustacean heritage contributes to his being mostly belligerent, constantly angry, yet always amused. Considering Nick's criminal spelling and grammar habits, the fact that he is part of the Y.P.R. brain trust doesn't say much about the site. Josh and Geoff have driven Nick's writing to new levels as he sends his Guff to the staff in an elaborate binary code that can only be deciphered by the light of pixie dust. Nick is Y.P.R.'s resident hip-hop expert, as he owns three CDs and once stabbed 50 Cent. Nick's favorite word is "word."
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