celebrity

Lindsay Lohan comes storming in to Hilary Duff's apartment. It's midnight, in the middle of the summer, and Hilary is startled since she finished filming her next movie, trying to get some sleep, and is loudly interrupted while trying to fall asleep.

"...huh...wha...who are you? what are you doing?" Hilary asks groggily.

"Oh don't play dumb with me," Lindsay says irritated.

"Lindsay? Lindsay Lohan? What the hell are you doing here? In my apartment? In the middle of the night?"

Cassandra couldn't deny that she was obsessed. When she first saw Scarlett Johansson in "Lost in Translation", she bought a DVD of every other movie she had been in. She even bought the SpongeBob SquarePants movie just to hear her voice. She had subscribed to Internet fansites, and even started one of her own. And now her obsession had driven her to move to Hollywood, join a babysitting agency specializing in celebrities, and screw her way into her supervisor's favor until he assigned Cassie her dream job.

“Well, Ted, this looks like a promising match: The Olsen Twins against some pervert I never heard of.”

“That’s right, Mike. There’s nothing interesting about the set-up, particularly, but you can’t go wrong with a couple barely legal teenage blondes.”

“You got that right, Ted. I’m just going to shut up and stare at those shorts now, okay?”

“You do that, Mike.”

or, "Illogical, Gratuitous Inflation with Hot Celebrity Chicks"