Scene: A quiet, dimly lit chapel, where Joe C. Jukic and Nelly Furtado sit in the pews, the glow of candlelight flickering against the stained glass windows. Joe’s demeanor is calm but intense, as he explains his mission to a visibly shaken Nelly.
Joe C. Jukic: (leaning forward, his voice low but firm) Nelly, this isn’t just some grandiose idea or a personal crusade. It’s a divine mandate. I’ve been entrusted with a mission—one that goes beyond anything you or I could ever imagine.
Nelly Furtado: (nervously fidgeting with her hands) Joe, you’re talking about nuclear holocausts and holy orders like it’s a movie script. How am I supposed to wrap my head around this?
Joe: (looking her in the eye) It’s not a script, Nelly. It’s real. Our Lady gave me revelations—warnings meant for the royals, the dignitaries, the people who hold the fate of this world in their hands.
Nelly: (wide-eyed) Our Lady? You mean… like the Virgin Mary?
Joe: (nodding) Yes. She’s appeared to warn humanity before—at Fatima, at Medjugorje—and now, through me. Her message is clear: we’re teetering on the edge of annihilation, and it’s up to us to pull back.
Nelly: (shaking her head) But why you, Joe? Why not someone with power, someone who can actually make decisions?
Joe: (smiling faintly) That’s the thing about divine missions, Nelly. They don’t always go to the powerful. They go to the willing. And I’ve been tasked to deliver these warnings, no matter how impossible it seems.
Nelly: (hesitant) So, what did you do? What are you doing?
Joe: (sighing) I’ve spoken to royals, dignitaries, world leaders. I’ve told them what Our Lady revealed—that the path we’re on leads to destruction unless we change course. Some listen. Some laugh. But I keep going, because I have to.
Nelly: (tearing up) Joe, that’s… that’s so much responsibility. How do you carry it?
Joe: (placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder) I don’t carry it alone. Faith helps. And so does knowing that even one small act, one person listening, could make all the difference.
Nelly: (whispering) And what happens if no one listens?
Joe: (pausing, looking toward the altar) Then we keep trying. Because as long as we have breath, there’s hope.
Narrator: In the quiet of the chapel, Nelly sits in awe of Joe’s conviction. The weight of his mission is heavy, but his determination is unshakable. Whether his warnings will change the course of history remains to be seen, but one thing is certain—Joe C. Jukic won’t stop until he’s fulfilled his holy orders.
Scene: A television studio set for an eco-themed reality show. Nelly Furtado, dressed in a chic yet sustainable outfit, sits across from Joe C. Jukic, who’s wearing a simple blazer with a pin of the Earth. Cameras are rolling as they discuss the dire state of the oceans and the potential impact of their show.
Nelly Furtado: (leaning forward, her tone earnest) Joe, I’ve tried. I really have. I’ve sung about it, talked about it, even launched campaigns. I told people about Revelation 16—the red tides, the eutrophication, the oceans turning into what St. John called “blood.” But no one listened.
Joe C. Jukic: (nodding solemnly) I know, Nelly. People hear the warnings, but they don’t feel the urgency until it’s too late. They don’t realize how their choices—something as simple as the detergent they use—are contributing to this.
Nelly: (gesturing passionately) Exactly! It’s not like we’re asking for miracles. We’re just asking people to spend a little more on eco-friendly products. It’s such a small change, but it could make a massive difference.
Joe: (leaning back, thoughtful) That’s why this reality show could be a game-changer. People love stories, Nelly. They love seeing real people making real changes. If we can show them how easy it is—and how critical it is—we might actually get through to them.
Nelly: (nodding, hopeful) Yeah, like showing families switching to green detergents, cutting back on single-use plastics, planting trees. If they see it’s doable, maybe they’ll feel inspired.
Joe: (smiling faintly) And if we tie it back to the bigger picture—how these small actions can prevent the collapse of marine ecosystems—they’ll understand why it matters.
Nelly: (sighing) I just hope it’s not too late. The red tides are already here, Joe. They’re killing everything in their path. If we don’t act now, there won’t be an ocean left to save.
Joe: (placing a hand on her shoulder) It’s not too late, Nelly. Not yet. This show is our chance to reach millions. We just have to make them see what’s at stake—and how they can be part of the solution.
Nelly: (determined) Then let’s do it. Let’s make them care. If we can save even one ocean, it’ll all be worth it.
Narrator: As the cameras pan out, the passion and determination in Nelly and Joe’s eyes are evident. Their reality show isn’t just entertainment—it’s a call to action, a last-ditch effort to rally humanity to save the oceans before it’s too late. Whether the world will listen remains to be seen, but they’re ready to fight for the planet, one eco-friendly detergent at a time.
Scene: A lavish boardroom atop Trump Tower, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Manhattan. Donald Trump sits at the head of a long, gleaming table, flanked by advisors and a large model of a futuristic Mars colony labeled “Trump Casino MARS.” Across from him sit Joe “Jelly” Jukic and Nelly Furtado, both looking incredulous.
Donald Trump: (leaning back in his chair, hands steepled) Look, Jelly, Nelly—great names, by the way, terrific names—everyone knows about this ocean stuff. The King of England knows, the Hells Angels, the hounds of hell know.
Joe C. Jukic: (frowning) Then why aren’t we doing anything about it? The oceans are dying, Mr. President. This isn’t something we can just ignore.
Trump: (waving his hand dismissively) The oceans? They’ve had a good run. Fantastic run, really. But let’s face it, Tide—great company, by the way, huge for the economy—Tide’s not going anywhere. People love their detergent. It’s clean, it’s fresh, it’s American.
Nelly Furtado: (leaning forward, frustrated) But it’s killing marine life! The chemicals are causing red tides, destroying ecosystems. If we don’t stop, there won’t be any oceans left!
Trump: (shrugging) So what? Oceans are overrated. I mean, they’re big, they’re wet, but are they profitable? Not really. Now Mars—that’s the future. Imagine this: Trump Casino MARS. The biggest, most luxurious resort in the galaxy.
Joe: (incredulous) You’re talking about abandoning Earth?
Trump: (grinning) Not abandoning—upgrading. Earth’s a little past its prime, don’t you think? Mars is the new frontier. No red tides there, just red dirt. And you know what red means? Winning.
Nelly: (shaking her head) You can’t just give up on the planet, Mr. President. We have a responsibility to fix this.
Trump: (leaning forward, serious now) Responsibility is nice, Nelly, but you know what’s better? Vision. And my vision is a new civilization on Mars. VIPs only, of course. We’ll leave the Tide detergent here for the little people.
Joe: (slamming his fist on the table) This isn’t a joke, Trump. Billions of lives are at stake.
Trump: (leaning back, unfazed) Relax, Jelly. You’re too uptight. Look, I’ll tell you what—I’ll let you and Nelly run the “Save the Oceans” campaign. Call it “Jelly and Nelly’s Big Splash.” Great branding, huh? Meanwhile, I’ll focus on the future.
Nelly: (standing up) You’re unbelievable.
Trump: (smirking) I’ve been called worse. But remember this: when the oceans are gone and Mars is booming, you’ll wish you had a suite at Trump Casino MARS.
Narrator: As Nelly and Joe storm out of the boardroom, Trump swivels his chair to gaze out at the skyline, already envisioning his Martian empire. For him, the oceans are yesterday’s news. For Joe and Nelly, the fight for Earth is just beginning.
Setting: A futuristic press conference room on Earth, where Elon Musk and Donald Trump meet to discuss the use of Dogecoin as the official currency of Mars. The room is filled with reporters, flashing cameras, and a palpable buzz of anticipation.
Elon Musk: (grinning) “Ladies and gentlemen, and, of course, Mr. Trump, I’m thrilled to announce that Dogecoin will be the official currency of Mars. It’s decentralized, it’s efficient, and let’s face it, it’s fun. Mars deserves a currency as forward-thinking as its settlers.”
Donald Trump: (leaning into the microphone) “Elon, I’ve got to say, it’s a bold move. Very bold. Tremendous. But Dogecoin? A meme coin? I mean, it’s a great meme—one of the best—but are you sure Mars doesn’t need something, I don’t know, classier? Maybe the TrumpCoin? Very luxurious, very stable.”
Elon Musk: (chuckling) “TrumpCoin? Interesting idea, but Dogecoin has the community, the tech, and the momentum. Plus, it’s already proven itself on Earth. People love it. And you know what they say—if it’s good enough for Earth, it’s good enough for Mars.”
Donald Trump: (nodding) “I get it. People love it. People love me too. Maybe I should endorse it. But, Elon, what about control? Who’s running this Dogecoin thing? Is it China? I hear a lot about China.”
Elon Musk: (shaking his head) “No, no, Donald. Dogecoin is decentralized. No single entity controls it. It’s powered by the people. Think of it as the ultimate freedom coin.”
Donald Trump: (smirking) “Freedom coin, huh? I like that. Freedom is very important. I’m all about freedom. But let me ask you this—how are we going to make sure Americans get a good deal on Mars? We don’t want the Martians—or the aliens, frankly—taking advantage of us.”
Elon Musk: (grinning wider) “Mars will be a meritocracy, Donald. Everyone will have an equal shot, and Dogecoin will keep things fair. Besides, we’re not expecting aliens anytime soon. But if they show up, we’ll teach them how to mine Dogecoin too.”
Donald Trump: (leaning back, crossing his arms) “Alright, Elon, I’ll give you this—Dogecoin is catchy. And if anyone can make it work, it’s you. But you should know, if Mars ever holds elections, I might just run for Martian president. You’d vote for me, right?”
Elon Musk: (laughing) “I’ll consider it, Donald, as long as you promise to build a golden Martian golf course. Dogecoin payments only, of course.”
Donald Trump: (pointing at Elon) “You’ve got a deal, Elon. Tremendous idea. Mars is going to be huge. The best planet, believe me.”
Reporter: “Mr. Musk, Mr. Trump, one last question—what happens if Dogecoin’s value crashes?”
Elon Musk: (with a wink) “Then we’ll just make more memes. Memes are the real universal currency.”
Donald Trump: (laughing) “Now that’s something I can get behind. Make Mars Memes Great Again!”
(The room erupts in laughter and applause as the two shake hands, sealing the most eccentric economic partnership in interplanetary history.)
Setting: A private meeting room at SpaceX headquarters. Elon Musk is sitting casually, sipping a cup of coffee. Nelly, a skeptical financial expert, sits across from him, armed with charts, a laptop, and a determined look.
Nelly: (leaning forward) “Elon, I respect your vision for Mars, but Dogecoin? Really? Let me break down all the ways this is a scam—or at the very least, a terrible idea.”
Elon Musk: (grinning) “Alright, Nelly, hit me with your best arguments. I’m all ears.”
Nelly: (pulling up a chart) “First, let’s talk about lack of intrinsic value. Dogecoin was created as a joke. It doesn’t have the utility of Ethereum, the scarcity of Bitcoin, or even the adoption of stablecoins. Its value is entirely speculative and based on hype.”
Elon Musk: (nodding) “Fair point, but isn’t all currency just a shared illusion of value? Gold, paper money—they’re only valuable because we agree they are.”
Nelly: “True, but Dogecoin takes that to an extreme. Which brings me to my second point: infinite supply. There’s no cap on how many Dogecoins can be mined. That’s a recipe for inflation. You want settlers on Mars to build a stable economy, not one where their savings are constantly devalued.”
Elon Musk: (shrugging) “Inflation isn’t always bad. A little can encourage spending, which helps grow an economy. Plus, Mars is about abundance, not scarcity.”
Nelly: “Alright, but what about security risks? Dogecoin’s network isn’t nearly as robust as Bitcoin’s. It’s vulnerable to 51% attacks, where a bad actor could take control of the blockchain. That’s a disaster waiting to happen.”
Elon Musk: (smirking) “We’ll beef up the network. Mars will have the best coders in the galaxy. Problem solved.”
Nelly: (sighing) “Fine, but even if you fix the tech, there’s the issue of centralization. A huge chunk of Dogecoin is held by a small number of wallets. If those whales decide to sell, the market crashes. That’s not exactly the decentralized utopia you’re imagining for Mars.”
Elon Musk: “I’ll admit, that’s a challenge. But decentralization grows with adoption. Once Martians start using Dogecoin, the wealth will spread out naturally.”
Nelly: (raising an eyebrow) “You’re awfully optimistic. Let’s not forget the meme factor. Dogecoin’s identity as a joke undermines its credibility. Do you really want the foundation of the Martian economy to be a coin with a Shiba Inu mascot?”
Elon Musk: (laughing) “Why not? Humor is universal. If we’re building a new society, why not make it one that doesn’t take itself too seriously?”
Nelly: “Last but not least, there’s regulatory risk. Governments on Earth are cracking down on crypto. What happens if Earth’s authorities start blocking Dogecoin transactions? Mars won’t be fully independent for a long time.”
Elon Musk: (leaning back, thoughtful) “Interesting point. But by the time regulators catch up, Mars will have its own systems in place. We’ll be self-sufficient. And besides, Dogecoin isn’t just about Earth or Mars—it’s about the people. It’s a symbol of rebellion against the old ways.”
Nelly: (exasperated) “Elon, you’re romanticizing this. Dogecoin isn’t the future of finance; it’s a speculative asset with a shaky foundation. You’re betting the Martian economy on a meme!”
Elon Musk: (grinning mischievously) “Maybe. But sometimes, the craziest ideas are the ones that work. Dogecoin started as a joke, but so did the idea of colonizing Mars. Look where we are now.”
Nelly: (throwing up her hands) “You’re impossible. Just promise me you’ll at least consider a backup plan. Like, I don’t know, a MarsCoin?”
Elon Musk: (laughing) “Noted. But for now, I’m all in on Dogecoin. Who knows? Maybe one day, you’ll be paying for your Martian coffee with it.”
Nelly: (muttering under her breath) “If I’m still alive to see it…”
Elon Musk: (grinning wider) “Don’t worry, Nelly. We’ll make sure you are.”
Setting: A high-profile press conference at the Trump Tower, where Donald Trump makes a bold declaration about American dominance in space. Reporters, cameras, and an air of anticipation fill the room.
Donald Trump: (stepping up to the podium, adjusting his red tie)
“Thank you, thank you, everyone. Tremendous crowd, tremendous energy. Let me tell you something: the American flag is the greatest symbol of freedom and power in the history of the world. And soon, folks, it will be flying on Mars. Believe me.”
Reporter 1: (raising a hand) “Mr. Trump, are you suggesting that Mars will become American territory?”
Donald Trump: (leaning into the microphone)
“Absolutely. Look, we already put our flag on the Moon. It’s there. You can see it. Beautiful flag. The best flag. And let me tell you, the Moon? It’s American property. It’s ours. We were there first, and we claimed it fair and square. Same thing with Mars. When we get there, it’s ours. Period.”
Reporter 2: “Mr. Trump, what about international treaties, like the Outer Space Treaty, which explicitly states that no country can claim sovereignty over celestial bodies?”
Donald Trump: (waving dismissively)
“Treaties? Come on. Those treaties were made by people who didn’t think big. They didn’t have vision. They didn’t have me. Mars is out there, waiting for us. And let me tell you, no one’s going to stop America from being the first, the best, and the greatest on Mars. Treaties are for losers.”
Reporter 3: “What about Elon Musk’s vision for Mars as a colony for all of humanity, not just one nation?”
Donald Trump: (smirking)
“Elon’s a smart guy. Very smart. But even he knows that without America, there’s no Mars mission. SpaceX is an American company, folks. He can talk about humanity all he wants, but deep down, he knows it’s American rockets, American ingenuity, and American greatness that’s going to get us there. And when we get there, the flag goes up. Simple as that.”
Reporter 4: “How do you plan to enforce American sovereignty on Mars?”
Donald Trump: (grinning)
“Space Force. Have you heard of it? Incredible people, incredible technology. The best in the world. We’re going to have a Space Force presence on Mars, protecting American interests. Mars will be safe, secure, and, most importantly, American.”
Reporter 5: “What do you say to critics who argue that space should be a shared domain for all humanity?”
Donald Trump: (leaning forward, speaking slowly for emphasis)
“Let me tell you something. If we don’t claim it, someone else will. China, Russia—they’d love to take Mars. But not on my watch. Mars will be a shining beacon of American exceptionalism, just like the Moon. And if anyone doesn’t like it, they can stay on Earth. Sad!”
Reporter 6: “What about the cost of such an endeavor? Colonizing Mars isn’t cheap.”
Donald Trump: (smiling confidently)
“Cost? Don’t worry about the cost. We’ll make Mars pay for itself. Tremendous resources out there. Mining, energy, tourism—it’s going to be huge. The Martian economy will be booming, and America will lead the way.”
Reporter 7: “Final question, Mr. Trump: What will the first American settlement on Mars be called?”
Donald Trump: (pausing for dramatic effect)
“Trump City. Beautiful name, isn’t it? It’ll be the greatest city in the solar system. Luxury domes, the best golf courses, and, of course, a Space Force base. Believe me, Mars is going to be great. The best planet after Earth. Maybe even better.”
(The press conference ends with Trump giving a thumbs-up as reporters clamor for more questions, leaving the world buzzing about his audacious claims.)