(Opening. We go to spaceship room where the four are.)

Toast: Dude, I wondered what today's movie is?

Charity: Don't ask. Maybe we won't find out.

(Unfortunately, Stalin appeared on the screen in the room)

Stalin: Hello there comrades.

All: (moaning) Hello, Stalin.

Stalin: Get ready for today's movie.

Pule: Can't we just take a break just this once?

Stalin: Hmmm...no! Your movie is "All that Glitters...", a fan-fiction by the Lydia Karaoke fan, R6. Now get in there!

(Stalin's image disappears)

Loud: WHAT A GRUMP!

Toast: Totally.

(Movie sign flashes)

All: Movie sign!

(Door sequence. We go to theater where the guys (and girl) sat down. The movie begins.)

[All that Glitters...]

Charity: Is gold.

All: (singing) Only shooting stars break the mold!

[No, that really would be]

Loud: STUPID!

[the title of the Lydia story up]

Pule: Yours.

[there...but on with the fic.]

Charity: How about not and let's say we did?

[We open up]

Toast: This is the police!

[on a shot of Mr. SmartyPants' talk show,]

Pule: Not that we want to.

[with Mozart]

Loud: ME?

[as the guest...only it seems that Lydia]

Charity: Give him a butt-whooping.

[is already there, ranting as usual.]

Pule: No crud, Sherlock.

[Lydia: Mr. SmartyPants,]

Toast: Miss Info wants to talk to you, dude.

[I warned you about all those "Naughty References" before.]

Pule: Like that Crapper, or that Horny lady, or maybe...

Charity: Enough, Pule.

[I give you another chance at]

Loud: BOWLING!

[having a show on Histeria!, and THIS]

Toast: Dude, now she is yelling.

[is what you do? I'm sure you can find SOME OTHER TOPIC]

Charity: On the board.

[than just how many girls]

Loud: AUSTIN POWERS HAS!

[Mozart...had his...]

Pule: Lydia Karaoke as William Shatner.

[pleasures with in his teenage years! Now what do you]

Toast: Do.

[have to say for yourself?]

Toast: (as Mr. Smartypants) Uh, well I hide in my pants. Is that a start?

[Mozart (Nostradamus]

Pule: Nostradamus is Mozart?

Charity: No, he is only playing him.

Pule: Oh. (confused) Then why he is dressing like him?

Charity: (annoyed) Ooh!

[in Vienna garb): Hey just because YOUR teenage life didn't involve]

Toast: Norm MacDonald, dude.

Charity: Enough with the Norm MacDonald jokes!

[a night with]

Loud: CRAIG KILBORN!

[the great Mozart-]

Loud: HA!

[shut up-]

Pule: But we didn't say anything!

Charity: Once again, that is the way Nostradamus always talks.

[doesn't mean]

Toast: You have to make a deal out of it, man.

[you can just BUST]

Pule: A move.

[in here and interrupt...]

Pule: My thoughts?

[Lydia: And YOU!!!]

Loud: (Nostradamus) WHAT ABOUT ME?! SHUT UP!

[One of the greatest composers of all time!]

Charity: I thought it was Beethoven.

[I shudder to think of]

Toast: Dr. Laura, dude.

[just why you REALLY]

Pule: Why she keeps putting some of her words in caps?

[took an interest in music! I'll bet]

Toast: You lose.

[maybe it was for the fame, wasn't it? (Leans closer)]

Loud: AAAHHH!! IT IS THE CRAZY WOMAN!

[Yeah that's it!]

Pule: I will joined the union.

[You knew one thing about women]

Charity: (Nostradamus) Actually, I know a bunch of things about women. Shut Up!

[was that they never COULD resist]

Toast: Pepsi.

[a pretty with a hand in]

Pule: I wouldn't.

[music?]

Pule: Phew.

[(Cut to Napoleon, somewhere]

Loud: IN WATERLOO.

[on a tropical island)]

Loud: HAWAII?

Toast: Jamaica?

Pule: The Bahamas?

Charity: Greenland?

[Napoleon: Or one with a hand in his jacket!]

Toast: I thought Napoleon doesn't had a jacket.

[(Takes hand out,]

All: Eeew!

[only for his pants to drop,]

Pule: Caught with his pants down.

[Cut back to MSP]

Toast: Mighty Sam Powers?

[show) Lydia: AAAAAAHHH!!! I...can't...TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!!]

Charity: This lame William Shatner impression!

[(Runs to office, slams door) Mozart: Shut up?]

All: Yes!

[Hey, what is her problem, anyway?]

Pule: (singing) She is a maniac, maniac!

[This is a show about the great achievements]

Toast: Gad, like you had any.

[of the great people in history,]

Loud: MICHAEL FLATLEY?

[and I'd say]

Charity: I am Nostradamus in weird clothing.

[that we guests have a right to discuss any given topic,]

Pule: Except maybe AIDS.

[so long]

Charity: This pause.

[as it's all true.]

Toast: Not really.

[Shut up! MSP: Yeah, but Lydia IS]

Loud: NOW HE IS DOING IT!

[the censor. Although I can't help]

Charity: You right now.

[but wonder by anything coming close to...naught infuriates her so much.]

Charity: We figured that out and looks what happened.

Toast: Dude, we got a new foe to worried about and a foe who's now dead!

Pule: You mean Slasho?

Everyone else: Yep.

[When Lydia first got here,]

Loud: SHE IS A MEANIE. NOW SHE IS A TOTAL MEANIE!

[she barely did a thing other than]

Toast: Insulting Don King.

[slap]

Charity: Me.

["Censored" bars on anything visually offensive,]

Toast: Yeah, ruined good paintings, why don't ya?

[and bleep]

Loud: OH YEAH?! WELL, BLEEP YOU!

[out anything she thought she'd need to. Anyway... (Pepper Mills]

Charity: Oh boy.

[bounds down to the stage, all excited)]

Pule: As usual.

[Pepper: AAAAAAH-HAAAAAAAAAAAHA!! It's you, it's really you!! You're the absolute coolie-cooliest!!! I've wanted to meet you for soooooooooo long!!!]

Toast: Not that long.

[(Squeezes Mozart)]

Pule: To pieces.

[Mozart: OUCH! You are squishing the air]

Loud: SHE CAN TOUCH THE AIR?

[right out of me-Shut up! Pepper (Lets go,]

Charity: Then grab him again.

[shoves autograph book in his]

Charity: Don't do anything, Pule.

Pule: What?!

[face): Can I... Mozart: Oh, a fan?]

Toast: No, a girl. But close enough.

[Well, alright, if it was an autograph you wanted, why not just ask,]

Loud: THE AUTOGRAPH FORGER?

[without all the flipping and screaming all]

Charity: Whatever.

[-Shut up! (Signs book)]

Toast: Here it comes...

[Pepper: Thank you, oh thank you! (Reads book) Hey! You're not Sisqo!]

Pule: He is a dragon?

[Total ripola!! (Walks off) Mozart: I don't even want to know... (Sobs are heard off screen]

Charity: Because of the 911 attacks.

[as Mozart and MSP leave, focus on office door.]

Loud: OF TOM RUEGGER.

[Inside,]

Toast: A bomb went off, dude.

[we see Lydia Karaoke]

Charity: At the helm.

[at her desk, face buried in hands, bawling endlessly)]

Pule: And I thought that was my job.

[Lydia: Why,]

Loud: BECAUSE WE CAN!

[WHY??? Those kids hate me,]

Charity: No, we don't.

[and at this point, I'm starting to hate]

Toast: David Spade.

[myself...and all because of...]

Pule: Norm MacDonald?

[(Looks at picture on desk, tone changes to angry) YOU!!!!]

Loud: WHAT ABOUT ME?

[All my life I'd dreamed of the day]

Toast: When George W. Bush is president.

[someone would love me.]

Loud: AND R6 IS IT.

[And just those three years ago,]

Charity: In a galaxy far, far away.

[when your sorry ***]

Pule: Fill in the blank.

[proposed to me,]

Pule: That we get it on.

Everyone else: Pule!

Pule: What?!

[I thought my dream had come true!]

Loud: WELL, YOU THOUGHT WRONG!

[But then, one bottle of Chardonnay and a few hours later,]

Pule: She discovered she is pregnanted.

[I woke up in YOUR bed!!]

Toast: In Atlanta?

[You left me that fateful note]

Pule: It is that fateful.

[(Flashback]

All: (do Wayne's World noises)

[to Lydia in some HUGE bed,]

Charity: Why? Was Louis a giant?

[in a rather spacious room overlooking downtown L.A.)]

Pule: Lame ***.

Everyone else: Pule!

Pule: Hey, if Lydia gets to swear, why can't I?!

Toast: Dude, he is right. Sorry.

Loud: YEAH, SORRY.

Charity: Same here.

Pule: Apology accepted.

["Dearest Lydia, last night was absolutely wonderful.]

All: Not!

[However, as my family has called me away to attend to]

Loud: A BASKETBALL GAME!

[my ailing mother,]

Charity: Yeah, right. He is just using her.

Loud: NOW I AM GLAD HE IS DEAD!

[I regret that]

Pule: I am going to be in this movie later.

[I won't be the first thing you see in the morning]

Toast: Who would want to?

[right now.]

Loud: RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW!

[Maybe I should save]

Pule: Less at Meijer's.

[that for after the wedding, eh?]

Charity: No.

[Well, until then, my love. Yours always,]

Pule: Corey Haim.

[Louis B. Richardson]

Toast: P.S. There is a some cheese in the fridge that totally stinks. Clean it out, willya?

[(End flashback,]

Charity: Did it ever began?

[Lydia looms]

Loud: SHE IS MAKING CLOTHES AT A TIME LIKE THIS?

[over the picture as if to smash it,]

Loud: PLEASE DO!

[but then breaks down into tears again) Lydia: And since that day,]

Toast: She is crazy, dude.

[all I can think about anythimg I hear talk of...sex...]

Pule: (singing the Meow song, except he puts sex in it)

[is YOU and what you DID to meeeeee!]

Charity: Ow.

[(Lydia begins bawling so loud, it would make Loud Kiddington flinch)]

Loud: HA!

[(Lydia is still crying loudly in her office, when Toast enters,]

Toast: I like party on, dude!

[a look of concern on his face)]

Charity: Yeah, right.

Toast: Seriously, dudette. I was concerned.

Charity: Whatever.

[Toast: Yo, WB killjoy!]

Pule: WB kill joy? What the heck?

[You alright, it sounds like]

Loud: YOU AREN'T!

[a full funeral audience in here. Lydia (Looking up): Huh? Oh, Toast,]

Charity: (Lydia) You are just an idiot.

Toast: Hey!

[it's...you...(Sob) How can I...]

Pule: Stop crying like a weirdo.

[help you today?]

Toast: Do you want fries with that?

[(Begins bawling) Toast: Dude, I must have the wrong room,]

Loud: (Pepper) THIS ISN'T ROOM 699! GIPOLA!

[I was looking for Lydia Karaoke, not Charity Bazaar!]

Pule: Unless she turns ugly for some reason.

Charity: Don't make me go over there, Pule.

Pule: Meanie.

[(QC To Charity, standing in backstage area) Charity: I'm not happy.]

Charity: And I won't be until I become Mrs. Kiddington.

(Loud blushes)

[(Back to Lydia's office)]

Loud: NOT THAT WE WANT TO!

[Lydia: No, Toast, it's me.]

Pule: Nora Dunn.

[(Sniff) What can I do for you?]

Toast: Get Pep away from me for one.

Charity: I thought you loved her!

Toast: I do, but I was mocking myself.

Loud: THAT'S WEIRD!

[Toast: Could ya keep it down,]

Loud: CELEBRITY DEATHMATCH IS COMING ON!

[I'm trying to become totally in tune with my thoughts.]

Pule: Like he has any.

[Y'know, surfing, food, music, TV?]

Toast: Pepper.

[I can't decide what to do first. Lydia: I-I'm sorry. (Sniff) It's just that]

Charity: I can in this horrible movie.

[I'm thinking about]

Pule: R6?

[something that happened a while ago]

Loud: IN A GALAXY FAR, FAR AWAY!

[back when the show first started. Something that may have changed]

Toast: The channel.

[forever. Toast: And now, for the big question,]

Charity: Don't bother. R6 will kill you.

Toast: It isn't that! It is Ask Me If I Care.

Charity: Oh.

[la inquisition grande...]

Pule: I don't understand!

Everyone else: No kidding!

Pule: Hey!

[Lydia: Please just GO AWAY!!!!]

Loud: HEY! I AM THE ONLY ONE WHO YELLS AROUND HERE!

[(Bawls loudly,]

Toast: Put on your gloves, see what you are made of! Come on!

[Toast leaves, camera follows)]

Charity: Pervert!

[Toast: What, I'm not THAT heartless]

Toast: At least not all the time, anyway.

[I was gonna ask what was on her mind FIRST!]

Pule: Her hair.

Charity: No Wakko jokes, please.

[Pepper: (Offscreen): Oh, Toas-ty!!]

Toast: Dude, I hadn't been called that since the Toasty Histeria Picture Show!

[Toast: Yah! Like mondo screamage alert!]

Pule: I thought you like her, Toast.

Toast: I do.

Charity: But he is trying to sort out his feelings at the time.

Loud: JUST LIKE YOU AND ME, HUH CHARITY?

Charity: Yes.

[(Runs off,]

Charity: And hit the wall.

[camera wipe]

Loud: GROSS!

[to aerial view of small suburban house with brick facade and blue tile roof.]

Loud: WHY? BRUCE BANNER LIVES THERE?

[Camera pans]

Toast: Camera pans? What the heck?

[towards front door,]

Pule: And immediately crashes.

[and focuses on a sign on porch wall, which reads:]

Charity: Beware of dog.

[KARAOKE]

Loud: TONIGHT ON JAY LENO!

[Camera zooms inside,]

Loud: FASTER THAN A SPEEDING BULLET!

[but to master bedroom,]

Toast: Which opposes to ultimate bedroom, champion bedroom, and rookie bedroom.

Pule: Digimon reference.

Toast: Bingo!

[where Lydia sits) Lydia: Ah, the moonlit sky.]

Charity: (shy, as Lydia) Sorry, that is the best that I can come up with.

[This...this so reminds me of Louis.]

Pule: Blimey ******!

[(Sobs a bit) We would always take]

Loud: A BATH!

[moonlit]

Toast: Candles?

[walks on the beach at night, or gaze up at the sky through his apartment's skylight. (Sobs) Who would have thought]

Charity: (Nostradamus) I did! Now Shut Up!

[that the very night of]

Pule: XFL.

[his proposal would have been]

Loud: STUPID!

[a...full moon!]

Pule: Did Louis...

Everyone else: No, Pule!

[(Goes into a sobbing fit,]

Loud: SHE IS A MANIAC, MANIAC!

[camera pans out to house exterior,]

Charity: Which opposes to house interior.

[and focuses on the front porch, where]

Toast: The mailman is, dude.

[the H! kids, all except Pepper,]

Charity: (Pepper) (Laughs maniacally)

[Pule Houser]

Pule: Meanie!

[and Loud Kiddington]

Loud: HEY!

Toast: Well, we thought you might be giving it away!

[stand) Froggo: Why didn't we tell Loud or Pepper about this?]

Toast: Besides the obvious reasons?

[Toast: Froggius Dudius]

Charity: What? He thinks he is Wile E. Coyote?

[(pronounced dude-e-us),]

Pule: Come to Dude-E-Us!

[if anything about this peaked]

Loud: PEAKED?

Charity: He means interested you.

Loud: AH.

[their interests, it woudl totally blow]

Pule: Up the Empire State Building.

[our cover.]

Toast: On Nintendo Power magazine.

[Aka: What the dilly]

Loud: O!

[with Karaoke?]

Pule: Well, it is a very annoying way of singing.

Charity: She means Lydia, Pule.

Pule: Oh.

[She's been cryin' all day.]

Loud: THAT IS A NEW RECORD!

[I think the old girl's]

Pule: I thought she is talking about Lydia, not the World's Oldest Woman.

[lost it.]

Charity: Her purse?

[Charity: She's REALLY not happy.]

Charity: (Lydia) And I got great hopes for this show.

[Froggo: No argument here. I think she finally flipped her Lydia. (Cut to BFB, who does a rimshot on the H! drums,]

Loud: YET ANOTHER LAME JOKE!

[then back to house)]

Toast: Of the nerds.

[Toast: Naw, little dude.]

Toast: Stop that!

[She said something about]

Pule: Norm MacDonald.

Charity: Sigh...

[her past when I last saw her,]

Loud: ON THE STAGE?

Toast: What does that supposed to mean?

Loud: I MEAN, SAW HER IN HALF.

Toast: Oh yeah! Good one!

[and that it changed her life. I think we need to find a way to cheer her up big time,]

Charity: Or else they will dock my pay.

[before she totally floods the place!]

Pule: Everyone into the ark!

[But how to do it?]

Loud: (Bullwinkle) I DON'T KNOW, ROCKY!

[Charity: Maybe if we]

Charity: Hang up and listen.

[can get one of her friends]

Toast: Gah, like she had any.

[to talk to her, it would help us out,]

Loud: NOT!

[and we could pull her out]

Pule: Of this movie.

[her slum.]

Pule: She lives in a sewer?

[Toast: That's it,]

Toast: I am so outta here.

[little unhappy dudette! Since she's so glum,]

Loud: SHE CHANGED HER NAME TO GRUMPY!

[you should try to leve with her!]

Charity: No way.

[Froggo: You seem to have some way]

Pule: With Loud.

Charity: (annoyed) Pule...

Pule: Forget it.

[of avoiding fits whenever you're down,]

Loud: STAIRS?

[Charity. Charity: I know,]

Charity: Who wrote the Book of Love.

[but I don't think my style of self help]

Pule: She help herself with her depression?

Charity: Don't ask.

[is right for her.]

Toast: Dude, nothing is right for her. Except maybe for R6.

Charity: Good save.

[She just might turn into me,]

Loud: WHAT? ANOTHER CHARITY?

Charity: And what is wrong with that?

Loud: WELL, I AM ALREADY IN LOVE WITH ONE!

Charity: Good point.

[and that could be dangerous for her position. We need someone she knows that we also know,]

Pule: Not Kip Ling, I hope.

[but who would be old enough to understand...]

Toast: R-rated films.

[and generally wouldn't make silly jokes]

Charity: Like "a horse walks into a bar and the bartender says, why the long face?"

[or just try to dismiss it.]

Loud: (drill sergant) DISMISS!

[Toast: Maximum loseage there, girl.]

Toast: Not really.

[Who do we know that she knows like that?]

Pule: Lorne Michaels?

[No one. Zip, nada, zilch, zeroski, absolutely nobody.]

Charity: So there is guy named nobody.

[Aka: Oh yes we do...]

Loud: (Toast) OH NO WE DON'T!

[(Cut to Histeria! studio, green room.]

Pule: Why do they call it the green room if it isn't green?

Charity: We meant to changed it, Pule.

[Clock on wall shows]

Toast: It's time to get a new clock!

Everyone else: (groans)

Pule: Shame on you, Toast.

[11:00. Kids are talking to Miss Information) Miss Info: And you want to me to try]

Charity: To fix the clock.

[and talk it out of her for you,]

Loud: WHY? SHE GOT ANOTHER HUMAN BEING IN THERE?

[is that it?]

Pule: No.

[Charity: Yes.]

Charity: No, maybe so.

[Normaly, we try for]

Toast: The gold.

[Father Time and World's Oldest Woman,]

Toast: But they are like busy and all.

[but we need someone in this case]

Pule: Of the missing nosepiece.

[who is kind and caring and understanding.]

Loud: LIKE MR. ROGERS!

[Aka: Word.]

Pule: What about the word?

[It's not that old man Time and ol' lady wrinkles can't help,]

Charity: They just can't help at all.

[but they'd just try to solve it all,]

Toast: Like Carmen Sandiego.

[not actually listen to the poor girl.]

Charity: (Miss Info) Hmm? What did you say?

[Froggo: Once she tells you, you can tell us what's wrong,]

Pule: Norm MacDonald.

[and we'll tell it to Father Time to see if]

Loud: HE CAN BE MORE OLDER!

[he can help us out.]

Toast: Like wise.

[Toast: Yeah babe.]

Toast: Though Pepper is my babe!

[Otherwise, we're all gonna be doing' the history of Atlantis from now on.]

Charity: Sorry, Disney already did that.

[Miss Info: Well, why me]

Loud: WE LIKE YOU BETTER!

[instead of one o' y'all?]

Pule: Huh?

Loud: SOUTH TALK, PULE.

Pule: Oh.

[Charity: We figured she'd rather tell her problems to someone that she felt she could talk to without everything going over their head.]

Charity: Like a psychtarist for one.

Toast: Though no Dr. Laura please!

[And she certainly doesn't need any more unhappiness,]

Charity: I took all of it.

[so I can't do it. Miss Info; Well, I'll try!]

Pule: (Miss Info) But I am kinda busy right now.

[I'm glad I can help you kids,]

Toast: Good! You can help me with my homework!

[yer all such sweethearts,]

All: (evilly) Oh, I wouldn't say that!

[helpin' out little ol' Lydia.]

Pule: Little, old, make up your mind!

[(Hugs them all at once)]

Toast: Dude, that must be hard for her!

Charity: Not really.

[Now you all get back]

Loud: BEFORE I CALL SECURITY!

[home to bed, you hear?}

Loud: BUT WE JUST GOT UP!

[I'll se you in the mornin' Toast: Yeah, but one more question tour babe.]

Toast: You think Sarah Michelle Gellar is awesome?

[Miss Info: Anything.]

Pule: Except the Kitchen sink.

[Toast: Do you live here? Meanwhile...]

Charity: In Happy Land.

[Loud was puzzled,]

Loud: RIDDLE ME THIS, BATMAN!

[concerneed, & a bit annoyed]

Loud: TOO LATE!

[that his friends---especially Charity--would be doing something as a group without him.]

Charity: That's because we had a good reason to.

Toast: Though I wish he would had been involved earlier!

[Pepper & Pule he could understand,]

Loud: NOT REALLY!

Pule: Hey!

[as they were notoriously]

Charity: Weird.

[heavy]

Toast: Really heavy.

Pule: That hurts.

[sleepers; but not him.]

Loud: I AM A LIGHT SLEEPER!

[He'd been sleeping, but for some reason]

Pule: He has to go to the bathroom.

[awoke, just in time]

Charity: He isn't in Father Time.

[to see most of his]

Loud: SPIDER COLLECTION GONE!

[friends walking somewhere. He'd followed them to a house]

Toast: Of Drew Carey.

[with Karaoke's name on the mailbox. Loud: Ms. Karaoke?]

Charity: (Lydia) Yes?

[What would they want with her?]

Pule: Christmas presents.

[When they returned to the studio,]

Loud: HOPEFULLY NOT THE ONE FROM DISNEY!

[he tookt he opportunity]

Toast: To get a sandwich, dude.

[to call]

Loud: GHOSTBUSTERS!

[on a couple]

Pule: Froggo/Aka? Toast/Pepper? Lucky Bob/Cho-Cho?

[of old friends,]

Charity: Don Rickles and Slappy Squirrel.

[& I do mean old.]

Toast: Cad. Like no kidding, dude.

[Fortunately,]

Pule: They are out of town right now.

[they were also light sleepers,]

Charity: But then again, how often does that happened?

[& after an hour of talk...]

Loud: I FELL ASLEEP!

[Loud...And then they came back here.]

Pule: To where WOW and F. Time is?

[Time: Hmmm. And this involves]

Toast: Norm MacDonald.

[Lydia somehow?]

Charity: Sadly yes.

[Loud: Well, they were @]

Pule: @?

Charity: It means at, Pule.

Pule: This author is using weird words.

Toast: But then again, what else do you expected from Lydia's lover?

Loud: I AGREE!

[her house.]

Charity: Preparing to tear it down.

[WOW: But why would the kids be interested in her?]

Pule: Sicko!

Charity: She meant concerned, Pule.

[Loud: What I'd rather know is]

Loud: IF I WOULD EVER MARRY CHARITY?

Charity: You will someday, which I hope so.

(Guess what they did)

[why didn't they invite me along?]

Toast: To the party?

[Especially Charity?]

Loud: YEAH!

Charity: We didn't want you to give it away at the time, dear.

[Time: Well Loud,]

Pule: That isn't Loud's full name!

[it might be the same reason]

Toast: (F. Time) We are old.

[they didn't invite Pepper or Pule.]

Toast: Pepper shrieks a lot and Pule is downright annoying.

Pule: Is not!

[None of you are exactly low-key]

Charity: You scream too, Pule?

Pule: No. Just whine.

[a lot of the time. Loud: I can control my voice when I want to,]

Loud: AND HOWEVER I WANT TO!

[& they all know it too.]

Everyone (but Loud): Huh?

Loud: ENOUGH!

[And they couldn't get Pepper]

Toast: At a store.

[or Pule up this time of night anyway. WOW: Well, maybe they didn't want to disturb you? Loud: That doesn't wash.]

Charity: (Loud) No, seriously. This shirt wouldn't wash!

[Time: Now Loud,]

Pule: Don't interrupt when I am talking.

[you know that when you get interested]

Toast: In Charity.

[or surprised,]

Loud: I AM SURPRISED RIGHT NOW!

[you still tend to lose control.]

Loud: NOT SO!

[WOW: If you really wanna know]

All: No!

[what they're up to,]

Charity: The ceiling?

[why don't you ask Charity in the morning?]

Pule: Charity in the morning? That isn't even a completed sentence!

[Time: Right.]

Loud: WRONG!

[Just say]

Loud: I LOVE YOU.

Charity: I know.

(They kiss again)

[that you couldn't sleep last night & noticed the others weren't]

Toast: Dead.

[around. I'm sure she'll]

Charity: Kiss you.

[tell you. You two have been through too much for her not to.]

Pule: Does he meant your battles against Gene?

Loud/Charity: Yes.

Pule: Thought so.

[Loud: Yeah.]

Toast: Right.

[And Miss Info.]

Pule: That is one...

Everyone else: Pule!

Pule: What?!

[Well, guess]

Charity: What.

[I'd better try to get a little bit of sleep]

Loud: LITTLE? HA! HOW ABOUT A LOT?

[tonight anyway. Time: Alright Loud. See you in]

Toast: Orlando.

[the morning, or later this morning]

Charity: Or whatever.

[I should say.]

Pule: (F.Time) But I won't, so there!

[Loud: Good night, Oldie.]

Toast: (F.Time) Don't call me Oldie!

[WOW: Ah, get out of here.]

Loud: BUT I JUST GOT HERE!

[After he left,]

Charity: (F.Time) Okay, on to Bingo.

Loud: (WOW) YEP. DON'T TRY TO CHEAT THIS TIME.

Charity: (F.Time) You can't prove anything!

[the two senior members]

Toast: Thomas Jefferson and Al Gore?

Loud: LOOK OUT! THEY ARE GOING TO MAKE A SPEECH!

All: (screams)

[continued the conversation.]

Pule: But decided not to.

[Time: Well, now I'm wondering]

Pule: Who wrote the Book of Love.

[what's going on.]

Toast: In Herman's Head.

[WOW: You & me both.]

Loud: SHE AND F.TIME ARE BOTH OLD LADIES?

Pule: Is F.Time a cross-dresser?

Charity: No.

[Lydia has been more down]

Toast: In a elevator.

[than usual lately. Time: You want to talk with]

Charity: Bill Straitman, which I think she would.

[her about it? WOW: Hey, I can barely stand her when she's pleasant.]

Loud: NEITHER DOES SLAPPY SQUIRREL!

[Time: When's that?]

Pule: (Lucky Bob) 6:00.

[WOW: My point exactly.]

All: (do rimshot)

[Why don't you do it?]

Toast: (F.Time) Because I am old.

[Time: Same reason as you.]

Charity: (F.Time) Except I can't stand her more.

[So whom do we get to do it?]

Pule: Who is whom? (snicker)

[WOW: Well, if it were anyone else]

Loud: I WOULD SAY BILLY ELLIOT!

[I'd say Smartypants... Time: ...but not with Lydia.]

Toast: He is with Miss Info, dude.

[WOW: Right.]

Loud: WRONG!

[He's never been on ber good side.]

Charity: But then again, what else is new?

[Time: Same thing as Chit.]

Pule: He is a pervert also?

Everyone else: No kidding!

[Hey, how about Bill?]

Loud: (WOW) HOW ABOUT HIM?

[WOW: Right, like]

Toast: Totally wrong, dude.

[I'd want competition from her.]

Charity: Ha. She likes R6, not Bill.

[(Time eys her]

Toast: Dude! Is he in love with her or something?

Charity: More like annoyed.

[skeptically) Hey, a girl can dream.]

Pule: And Bill can get nightmares just looking at her.

[Time: Right. Well, how about...]

Loud: AND THE LIST GOES ON!

[And so it continued.]

Charity: This accursed movie.

[Meanwhile,]

Pule: In a pixie, dixie land.

[Loud's last words]

Charity: I hope he didn't die.

Loud: I DIDN'T!

Charity: Like I said, I hope.

[before taking his]

Toast: Lunch.

[leave of his colleagues put an idea in his head.]

Pule: (Loud) Blast! How am I going to get this idea out?!

[He figured he needed to talk with one more person]

Toast: Let's bring that total up, people!

[about his apparent snub,]

Pule: WTF?

Charity: It brings he is being left out, Pule.

Loud: NO KIDDING!

[even by Charity.]

Charity: Yes, even by me.

[The one person---other than Charity---]

Toast: Huh?

[to whom he knew he could always go with his problems.]

Pule: Michael Richards?

Toast: Dr. Katz?

Loud: STEVEN SPIELBERG?

Charity: Sonic the Hedgehog?

[He headed off to find Miss Information. Loud has been walking around the Histeria! studio,]

Pule: I thought we lived elsewhere.

Toast: We did. But R6 is putting a plothole big enough to put Eric Cartman in.

[somewhat confused]

Charity: That is usually Lucky Bob's job.

[for about half an hour now...]

Loud: (Lucky Bob) HIYO!

[Seems that when he looked for Miss Information's address in the H! computer files,]

Loud: I GET NOTHING!

[all he found was]

Toast: Charity's address.

[the studio's address. He figured A]

Pule: On this test.

[woman of Miss Info's caliber-]

Charity: If any.

[and raw beauty (he could DEFINITELY]

Loud: THIS AUTHOR YELLS TOO?

[see Charity looking like that when she reached that age)-]

Charity: I hope, I hope.

(Loud kisses her on the cheek. She blushes)

[probably kept her home address]

Toast: In her coat pocket.

[a carefully guarded secret.]

Pule: It isn't that carefully guarded.

[Loud knew he'd get no]

Pule: (Rodney Dangerfield) Respect. No respect at all.

[sleep tonight unless he got thiss off his chest,]

Loud: WHY? I ALREADY TOLD CHARITY I LOVE HER!

Charity: I think he meant your problem, dear.

Loud: OH!

[but when we went back to the]

Toast: Future, dude.

[green room]

Pule: I still don't know what they called it the green room. It's still isn't green!

[to see if Froggo, Charity, Toast and Aka]

Toast: Pepper, Cho-Cho, Lucky Bob, and Kip.

Charity: Bill, Chit, Mr. Smartypants, and Tom Ruegger.

Loud: PAUL RUGG, FRANK WELKER, BILLY WEST, AND LARAINE NEWMAN.

Pule: Larry, Curly, Moe, Shemp, and...uh, that other guy.

[were still about, the place was empty.]

Loud: EXCEPT MAYBE FOR THE COUCH!

[Loud decided to take a rest and leaned on the Janitor's closet door...which gave way]

Charity: To a whole new situation.

[and opened. Loud fell inside,]

Pule: And immediately got hurt.

[but what greeted his eyes]

Toast: Charity?

[was not a dusty, dark closet full of cleansing apparatus.]

Pule: What does apparatus means?

Charity: Equipment.

Pule: Thanks.

[Instead, he saw]

Toast: Norm MacDonald.

Charity: Again with the Norm joke.

[a room worthly of]

Loud: ELVIS!

[all the rulers of]

Pule: Europe.

[the great Ming dynasty put together.]

Toast: (F.Time) During the Chow dynasty...

Charity: (Lydia) That would be Cou!

[Flowerbeds lined the walls,]

Pule: Which made Loud sneezed.

Loud: YOU WISH!

[ivy grew up the massive marble pillars,]

Toast: Dude, you knew someone is responsible for creating that woman whom plagued Batman?

[and a massive marble fountain lay in the dead]

Loud: RUN! SOMEONE DIED!

[center of the room, but it was too far away to see the water patterns.]

Charity: Far and away.

[Loud: Whoa! I wonder how this got here.]

Pule: You have to wonder.

Loud: WELL, I DID!

[Loud walked around a bit,]

Toast: And hurt his toe doing so.

[admiring the serenity and pure beauty of]

Loud: CHARITY?

Charity: Me?

Toast: Uh, I had to go with Charity too.

Pule: Ditto.

[his hidden palace,]

Pule: Knuckles will have a field day with that.

[momentarily]

Toast: Some guy walked in and asked what are you doing in here?

[forgetting]

Loud: ABOUT WHAT?

[about his current situation. Had he not been so]

Charity: Loud.

Loud: WHAT?

Charity: No, I mean you are loud.

Loud: I AM.

Charity: Never mind.

[taken by]

Pule: The dog catcher.

[the new sight before him, he would have]

Toast: Freaked out, dude.

[fallen asleep right there, most likely.]

Loud: I WANT TO FALL ASLEEP RIGHT NOW!

[Loud: Wonder who]

Toast: Wrote the Book of Love.

Charity: Hadn't we overuse that joke?

[at WB]

Pule: Warner Benny?

[got all the money for this?]

Loud: NOT KELLNER, I HOPE!

[As if on cue,]

Pule: A movie started.

[something stirred in the center of the fountain.]

Loud: RUN! IT'S THE CREATURE OF THE BLACK LAGOON!

[Loud saw it, but as the place was, he figured it was only a]

Charity: Matter of time before the new Star Wars movie hits.

[misfired]

Toast: Everyone run for cover.

[spray of water. However, as he approached the fountain, he noticed a silk curtain around it...and that it seemed to be designed to]

Pule: Be a shower.

Charity: You wish.

[sheath its contents from the human eye.]

All: Too late!

[Loud finally guessed what it was,]

Toast: It is a fountain, you dope.

Loud: HEY!

[but dared not to express his amazement in his usual fashion,]

Charity: Since it is late at night.

[lest he level the place...and he was nowhere NEAR the door.]

Loud: NO KIDDING!

[Loud: Talk about]

Toast: Your comederical timeing.

[a waterbed! (Rimshot courtesy of Big Fat Baby...what's he doing up this time of night, anyway?)]

Pule: Mellowing out.

[Loud: I wonder if anyone lives here.]

Toast: Gad, he already known.

[As is on cue,]

Charity: Again?

[a silhouette rises from the center of the fountain,]

Loud: IT IS THE CREATURE FROM THE BLACK LAGOON! RUN!

[and seems to drape something around itself. Loud can clearly see]

Loud: IT IS A BATHROBE!

[that the figure is that of a slender adult female. It advances towards him.]

Pule: And immediately kills him.

Loud: YOU WISH!

Charity: Jerk.

[Loud: IloveCharityIloveCharityIloveCharity...]

Pule: What the...? Is that a sentence?

Toast: It is to him.

[Voice: Well of course you do! Loud: Huh?]

Pule: She said...

Charity: Okay, that's enough.

[Loud looks up]

Toast: Pepper's skirt. No, wait!

[to find himself face to face]

Loud: HE IS IN THIS?

[with none other than]

Charity; Clint Eastwood.

[Miss Information. Loud: Holy]

Pule: Matrimony.

[moly! You live HERE?]

Charity: (Miss Info) Great, now I have to moved!

[Miss Info: Yep. And don't worry,]

Toast: I don't hurt you.

[I know that you're all surprised and all,]

Pule: She say all in one sentence.

Charity: Go fig.

[so just in case you or Pepper found]

Loud: THE TEMPLE OF DOOM!

[this place, I had the whole place layered with soft,]

Charity: Butter?

Toast: Teddy bears?

Pule: Bread?

Loud: FUR?

[sound-absorbent pads! Now what bring you about, sweetie?]

Toast: A cab.

[Loud: I kinda just fell in here, not expecting to find]

Charity: You.

[all of this... Miss Info: Oh, the janitor's door, huh?]

Pule: She is acting dumb all of the sudden?

Toast: Too late.

[Darn than hinge... Loud (Remembering his problem):

Loud: AND IMMEDIATELY FORGETS IT!

[Oh yeah!]

Charity: Cartoons.

[I needed to ask you something. Miss Info: What's the question?]

Loud: YOU THINK CHARITY IS CUTE?

Charity: She already knew that.

[Loud: Well, don't tell Charity,]

Pule: Too late.

[since she thinks I was asleep]

Toast: Dude, we sleep together?! Why is R6 writing this?! He must be sick!

All: Too late!

[and don't know, but... Miss Info: You saw her and the other kids leaving here a while ago, and then saw them come back here,]

Pule: Doing a ****!

Everyone else: Pule!

Pule: Geez!

[and go into the green room, right.]

Toast: Dude, again with the green room.

Pule: Why it is called that when it isn't even green?!

[Well, as it happens, I do have a door to get in there, but I painted it to blend in with the wall.]

Loud: SO WHY ISN'T IT GREEN?!

[Why do you think I'm always first to be here in the mornin'?]

Charity: You drink lot of coffee?

[Loud: Well, I always thought you and Smartypants carpooled together,]

All: Eew!

[but that's beside the point.]

Toast: Cedar Point, dude!

[I followed the kids where they went, and it was Ms. Karaoke's place. Miss Info: What?]

Loud: I SAID...OH FORGET IT!

[You mean you knew, too? Loud: Knew what?]

Loud: THAT THE PACKERS WON THE SUPER BOWL!

Charity: Not again.

[Miss Info: Oops.]

Pule: I did it again.

[Well, I can't tell ya, honey.]

Charity: Don't try it! He is my honey!

[Charity said that if]

Toast: (Miss Info) I tell ya that she will kill me.

[anyone was gonna discuss]

Pule: Who won the last deathmatch.

[this with you,]

Loud: IT WILL BE HER.

(They did it again.)

[she'd be the one to do it.]

Pule: Providing she doesn't screw it up.

[Loud: Why her?]

Charity: Why not?

[Miss Info: 'Cause...]

Loud: SHE IS PRETTY?

[well... Loud: I knew it!]

Toast: You are on drugs, aren't ya?!

[She doesn't trust me to keep a secret,]

Pule: Especially when she will be tricked into having an affair 13 years from now.

(Everyone else stares at Pule)

Pule: What?

Loud: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!

Pule: Don't know.

[or even keep my voice down!]

Loud: HEY! I AM GET MY VOICE DOWN IF I WANT TO!

Toast: Not all the time, though.

Loud: SHUT UP, TOAST.

[No wonder she didn't]

Pule: Do...(notices Charity staring angrily at him) I will good.

Charity: You better.

[wake me to come along with her! Miss Info: Loud, honey,]

Charity: Stop that!

[that's not true.]

Toast: Okay, I will choose false.

[Whatever this is all about,]

Pule: It will wait until morning.

[she doesn't want Lydia to know what she and the others know.]

Pule: Stop confusing me.

Everyone else: Too late.

[She just probably wanted]

Loud: ME!

[to rally her]

Charity: (cheerleader) Rah, rah, Histeria!

[friends quickly and get goin'. Loud: Whaddaya mean?]

Toast: She meant we were trying to help.

Loud: DUH! I ACTUALLY KNEW THAT!

[Miss Info: Lydia left]

Pule: Right.

Charity: Not again...

[kinda late last night, and she seemed more upset than usual.]

Toast: With Sammy, she is upset all the time!

Everyone: (laughs)

[Toast and Froggo noticed,]

Loud: WAIT, I THOUGHT ONLY TOAST NOTICED. WHEN DID FROGGO NOTICED?

Charity: Once again, R6 is trying to confuse us.

[and Toast remembered talkin' to her earlier,]

Toast: About sports, dude.

[and she was cryin']

Pule: And stuff.

[so they followed,]

Charity: (singing) Him. Follow him wherever he may go.

[and decided to get Aka and Charity to come along too. Loud: You mean]

Loud: THE WORLD BLEW UP?

Charity: I thought we got rid of that by now.

Loud: WELL, WRONG-O!

[this was Toast's idea?]

Charity: Sadly, yes.

Toast: Hey!

[Miss Info: Yes.]

Loud: NOW!

[Charity probably woulda looked fer]

Pule: Heh?

Charity: She meant for, Pule.

[you to come along, but time was of the essence, and Toast wanted]

Loud: PEPPER!

Toast: I thought we didn't bring her with us.

Charity: He is making a joke, Toast.

[to figure some of this out quickly.]

Toast: Not quickly enough, though.

[I'm sure she's tell you]

Pule: Who won the Super Bowl.

Charity: It better not be...

Loud: PACKERS!

Toast: Go Packers!

Charity: Sigh...

[when she sees you after she wakes up. Loud< Well, okay.]

Pule: If you insist. Meanie.

[I just hope things like this don't come up more often.]

All: Too late!

[I'd hate to think I was losing what Charity and I just started.]

Charity: We almost lost it when Slim hypnotized R6 into trying to break us up.

Loud: WHAT A JERK! AND I MEAN SLIM, NOT R6!

Toast: Dude, didn't he almost hypnotized him to break up with Lydia?

Pule: Last I check, yeah.

[Miss Info: Well, don't worry about it,]

All: Too late!

[sweetie.]

Charity: Leave him alone. He is my sweetie.

Loud: Don't be jealous, Char. She is just being my friend.

Charity: For you sake, I hope so.

[Loud: Okay. I'd better get back to]

Pule: Work.

[bed now.]

Toast: Hiyo!

[I need the sleep,]

Toast: Yeah, you'll definitely need it, dude.

[and thanks to you,]

Loud: GEORGE BUSH IS NOW PRESIDENT!

[I can finally get it.]

Charity: He better stay with me, or he will definitely get it!

Loud: Geez, what is with you?

Charity: Sorry. This sorta happened.

Loud: Your forgiven.

(Guess what?)

[Miss Info: No problem.]

Pule: Yes there is.

[I'm always happy]

Toast: For you and Charity.

[to help! But you breathe one word]

All: One word!

[about this here room, and I'm 'onna hang you by yer feet off the light fixture, you hear?]

Pule: Huh?!

Charity: Southern talk, Pule.

Pule: Oh.

Toast: Dude, is she making a threat?

Loud: NAH! SHE IS JUST BEING CAUTIOUS!

Toast: Dude!

[Loud: Yes, Miss Info...]

Charity: (Miss Info) Good, now on to your next lesson.

[Miss Info: Good, now goodnight.]

Pule: You princes of Maine.

[Loud: Seeya later.]

Toast: (Miss Info) My name is Miss Info, not later!

[Loud exited the room, but stopped]

Pule: And threw up.

[ouytside the door. Loud: WHAT A RIP!]

Loud: GEORGE CLOONEY AND MARK WEHLBERG AREN'T FRIENDS!

[WHERE'S MY DELUXE PALACE?!]

Toast: Like you ever needed it.

Loud: I WAS JUST ASKING!

[The yell is so powerful it]

Charity: Destroy the studio.

[knocks the hinge back in place. Meanwhile...]

Pule: In another place of the Earth.

[Charity Bazaar lay awake in bed, her mind not allowing her to sleep.]

Toast: (Charity's mind) You will not sleep!

[She kept thinking about Loud]

Charity: I think about him all the time.

(Loud blushes)

[and how it was kind of wrong]

Toast: To end the Care Bears francise.

[for her to just let Toast drag her along]

Charity: And believe me, the ground hurts!

[on some mission]

Loud: FOR GOD!

[to cheer up Lydia Karaoke, at least without]

Pule: Some aspirin.

[Loud's help. Charity: I'm not happy.]

Charity: You and me both.

[And in the meantime...]

Toast: Again?

[Father Time and World's Oldest are STILL]

Pule: Having an ****!

Everyone else: Pule!

[trying to figure out]

Loud: WHAT DO YOU DO?

[who to have Lydia talk to work this all out... WOW: Okay, how about]

Loud: BERMUNDA?

[we get Lucky Bob to do it? FT: You are incorrect, sir!]

All: Hiyo!

[WOW: Cho-Cho? She always seems to be able]

Toast: To kiss Lucky Bob.

[to get people to talk. FT: Yeah, for a buck or two to buy her merchandise...]

Pule: Yeah, and she rip me off last year!

[WOW: Sammy Melman? (Too look at each other) Both: NAH!!]

Loud: WHO WOULD WANT HIM?

[FT: I've got it!]

Charity: A headache.

[WOW: Who?]

Pule: The band?

[FT: It's like Loud said,]

Loud: WHAT A NUT!

[they've been through too much to keep things from each other! Wow: Charity?]

Toast: You mean it wasn't commies?

[She's too young to...]

Charity: Understand.

[FT: No, Miss Information.]

Pule: In Histeria!

[WOW: Of course! But we don't have her phone number]

Toast: Dude, why does she need it? She must be sick!

Charity: Actually she meant so they can ask her to talk to Lydia.

Toast: Oh.

[or address, so we'll just have to wait for her tomorrow.]

Loud: (WOW) UNTIL THEN, WE CAN WATCH MATLOCK!

[She's always the first one here...besides us. FT: Yeah, after all]

Pule: We are old.

[we've got the true secret to early arrivals...we live here!]

Pule: I thought they lived in a nursing home.

Charity: Once again, R6 with the plot holes.

Toast: And the weather.

[And meanwhile again...]

Loud: IT'S SHOWTIME!

[Lydia is asleep in her bed, a single tear rolling down her cheek.]

Charity: (Lydia) Can't stop thinking about sandwich I had last week.

[But the full moon]

Pule: Someone showing their...

Everyone else: No!

[shrines in her window, bathing her in a baby blue aura.]

Charity: She is definitely getting a bath.

[There are may things in store]

Loud: LIKE MILK AND EGGS!

[for Lydia Karaoke. Yes, many good things...]

Toast: Not!

[It was morning at the Histeria! studio.]

Pule: (Lucky Bob) 6:00?

[All the place was abuzz over...]

Charity: That's because bees just moved in.

[well...whatever.]

Toast: From All That.

[It seems that the only not flip-flopping]

All: Huh?

[about the place having fun were those who know anything]

Loud: EXCEPT WHO WILL WIN SURVIVOR!

[about the previous night...especially poor Lydia, who]

Pule: Whack R6 over the head as usual.

[had cried himself to sleep., and at that was more tired than normally.]

Charity: Whoop-dee-crud.

[Loud and Charity were also somewhat tired,]

Charity: If you make a pervert joke, Pule, I am going to...

Pule: Hey! I am not going to this time!

Charity: Good.

[Loud from his crusade for]

Toast: The Holy Grail.

[information,]

Loud: NOT MISS, MIND YOU.

[and Charity from too much thinking.]

Charity: (Nostradamus) And boy! It really really hurts! Shut Up!

[Father Time and World's Oldest Woman had it easy,]

Toast: Dude, sick!

[they'd figured out whom to get to talk with]

Pule: Thomas Cruise?

[Lydia, not knowing that five other people had already spoken to her on that matter.]

Charity: They are...Sleepy, Doc, Bashful, Grumpy, and that idiot from K-Mart.

[Amazingly,]

Loud: THE STORY CAME TO AN END!

[Miss Information was not tired at all]

All: No kidding!

[sleeping in her crystal palace must be sooooo relaxing,]

Pule: It is embarassing.

[Even more amazing is the fact that Pepper Mills,]

Loud: GOT TOAST!

[having nothing to do with any of this situation,]

Toast: Or this story for that matter.

[was still tired.]

Charity: No, she is a girl, not a tire.

[So tired in fact, that she forgot to]

Toast: Ask Don King for his autograph, dude.

[chase Toast around the building,]

Toast: I would be happy at this point, but I am not.

Charity: Stop that. That is usually my job.

Toast: Sorry, dudette.

[like she does every morning.]

Loud: NOT REALLY!

[Even Big Fat Baby]

Pule: Needs a change.

[was tired, providing those late-night]

Loud: TALK SHOW WITH DAVID LETTERMAN!

[rimshots. Pule Houser was nowhere to be found, thank goodness.]

Pule: Hey!

[(Rimshot courtesy of]

Pule: Me?

[Toast,]

Pule: Rats!

[proving that out of his group, only Charit was tired) Of course when one's tired, one tends not to be]

Charity: Annoyed.

[as nit-picky,]

Loud: MADE UP WORD ALERT!

Charity: Someone arrest this guy.

[and that's where we find]

Toast: That guy from DuckTales.

[Lydia, walking past her "buddies"]

Loud: LIKE SHE HAS ANY!

[in the hall]

Pule: Histerians In The Hall.

[on the way to her office. Chit: Lydia, baby!]

Charity: (Lydia) Don't call me baby, ***hole!

[How's the ol' grouchbag]

Toast: Oscar?

[this morning?!]

Loud: (Lydia) CLAM IT, DORK!

[Lydia ignores this.]

Charity: As usual.

[Bill: Oh, well if it isn't the faaaaabulous miss Lydia Karaoke.]

Pule: If it isn't, you are at the wrong studio, buddy.

[How may we be helping you today,]

Loud: IS HE A RESTAURANT WORKER NOW?

[your highness?]

Toast: Since when is Lydia a queen?

Charity: With R6, she is his queen.

Toast: Figures.

[Lydia growls,]

Charity: Like a dog with rapids.

[but keeps moving.]

Pule: Nothing last like the Energizer battery. It keeps going, and going, and going...

[Sammy: Hey Lyds,]

Loud: YOU ASKED FOR IT!

[what''s the...]

Toast: Heck?

[Lydia presses a button on the wall that opens a trapdoor below Sammy. Sammy: AAAAIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!]

All: (laughs)

[(Editor's note:]

Loud: (R6) KILL SAMMY!

[Take THAT, you sorry excuse for a network kiss-***!)]

Toast: Yeah!

Pule: R6 got him that time!

Charity: In the words of Aka, "Word Up!"

[Lydia passes Mr. Smartypants and stops;]

Pule: And immediately kick his butt.

Toast: Providing she knows where it is, however.

[she sees him pulling something out of his pants...]

All: Eeew!

[Napoleon again,]

Loud: HOW HE KEPT GETTING IN THERE?!

Charity: Mr. Smartypants must be a taxi driver of some sort.

[and he's holding a picture of Miss Info.]

Toast: I thought Mr. Smartypants is Miss Info's boyfriend.

Charity: Pun.

[Napoleon: Bonjour, madameoiselle network killjoy!]

Pule: Meaning she likes to kill joy.

[How is... Lydia bolts]

Loud: LIKE PIKACHU.

[right for her office, runs in, and slams the door...]

Charity: Which knocks a vase off the mantle.

[She's in a baaaaaad mood.]

Pule: No ****, Sherlock!

[Over at the H! cast green room,]

Pule: They are now painting it blue.

[the mood is a little lighter...]

Toast: Dude, I thought beer wasn't allowed.

[a little...]

Loud: STUPID.

[Loud:...So I saw you]

Charity: In half.

[heading out,]

Loud: THEIR HEADS ARE OUT?

[and decided to follow you guys over there.]

Pule: (singing) When the Saints goes over there.

[Why's that so wrong? Toast: Loudman,]

Toast: (hums Batman theme song except he says Loudman instead of Batman)

[there's nothing wrong with]

Charity: You being loud.

[that. We just wish]

Pule: We get out of this movie.

[you'd have caught up]

Loud: ON YOUR READING.

[to us instead of spying.]

Loud: (singing) YOUR WATCHING SPY HARD!

[Poor Charity couldn't sleep all last night,]

Loud: HA! SHE IS BEAUTIFUL WITHOUT SLEEPING!

(Charity blushes)

['cause she thought you felt left out.]

Charity: Thought? I just know!

[Loud: I did.]

Pule: (Loud) For a while.

[But who am I to miss out on]

Toast: Spider-Man, dude.

[something this big?]

Toast: Starring Tom Hanks.

[Charity: You could have told us about it, you know.]

Charity: Or not.

[If I wasn't ablt to live with my unhappiness,]

Pule: (Charity) I would have died.

[I'd have cried!]

Pule: Hey, that rhymes!

[Loud: Well, EXCUSE ME!]

Toast: Why? You burp?

[Aka: HEY!!!]

Loud: DUDE!

[(All stare at her)]

Charity: Especially Froggo.

[Never mind who did what,]

Loud: THEN WHY DID YOU SAY HEY?!

[we all know now that each other knows!}

All: Huh?!

[We're all homies,]

Toast: Yeah, we lived here.

Pule: In the studio, not on the satellite. (Pause) Well, we are trapped here for a while, so this could be our home.

[so let's not fight over it.]

Charity: Too late.

[We oughta be happy that Loud knows,]

Charity: I love him.

[he can help us now! Froggo: Ak's right,]

All: Not!

[why bicker over a new addition to the team.]

Loud: LIKE HUNTER AND WHAT-HER-NAME.

[Like the saying goes]

Pule: He who fights and runs away, lives to fight another day.

Charity: Or not.

["The More, The Merrier".]

Toast: We are all married?

[Charity: You're right, I'm sorry. Loud: Me. too. (They kiss,]

Loud: R6 REALLY KNOWS HOW TO MAKE THIS STORY GOOD.

Charity: For a while.

[mometarily forgetting where they are)}

Loud: HUH?! WHERE ARE WE?

Charity: This isn't Squid World.

[Toast: Gnarly lip Maneveing, dudes!]

Charity: Do you always say dude, Toast?

Toast: Dude, I do not!

Pule: There, you did it again.

Toast: Shut up, dude!

[They break the embrace,]

Charity: With a hammer.

[not noticing Pepper behind them.]

Pule: With a gun.

[Pepper: O Toast-y!]

Toast: I wish she stopped calling me by my stage name.

[Getting any ideas?]

Loud: FOR A COMIC BOOK?

[Toast: No way, hyper babe!]

Loud: SHE WILL GET HIM, THAT'S FOR SURE!

Toast: Too late!

[Pepper: Aww, come on, my little breadcrumb. I need a little pick-me-up.]

Pule: Coffee?

[Toast: Babe,]

Charity: In the City.

[you look like]

Toast: Thatgirl from "Grounded For Life".

[you've been up all night. Pepper: Well, DUH!]

Loud: NOW SHE IS ME?

[You guys sure pick the worst possible times]

Charity: Like 6:00 and 12:00.

[to go hang out at night. And of all places, why hang out in]

Toast: Heck.

[front of Ms. Karaoke's place? All but Pepper: WHAT?!]

Loud: SHE SAID...

Charity: I think we overused that joke.

Toast: Like the Norm MacDonald one, right?

Charity: Right.

Pule: So we go...

Everyone else: Pule!

Pule: Darn it!

[Pepper: Oops. Charity: Any more secrets?]

Charity: To Super Metroid.

[I'm actually starting to enjoy this.]

Charity: Or not.

[Toast: Well, it's not like we told Loud about the secret room]

Pule: I thought it was called the Panic Room.

[or any... All but Loud, Toast and Pepper: TOAST!!! Toast: Whoops. Total bummer dudes. Loud: I already KNOW about it! Charity: How is that possible?]

Loud: HOW CAN THIS MOVIE GET ANY WORSE?

[Loud: I was walking arounf last night, and I kinda fell in there. Aka: Janitor's door? Loud: Yep. Miss Info: Darn that hinge. (All jump,]

Toast: Like those two kids whose names we can't remember.

[not knowing she was there)]

Loud: NOW SHE IS OVER HERE!

[Just when I call a repairman]

Pule: An idiot.

[to come fix]

Pule: My dog.

Everyone else: Pule!

Pule: What?!

[it, I find it done fixed itself. All but Miss Info look at Loud.]

Charity: She better.

[Loud: What?]

Toast: (Pee-Wee) What?

[Miss Info: Well, anyway, I'll be back,]

Loud: SHE IS NOW THE ARNOLD OF THE GROUP.

[kids, I'm gettin me a danish from the conference room...]

Pule: Where Mr. Melman is giving his last speech.

[Seems ol' Sammy boy's done dropped off the face of the building.]

Charity: Oh yeah!

All: (laughs)

[Y'all want anything? Froggo: Make mine]

Pule: MTV.

[a cheese danish. Loud: APPLE CINNAMON! Charity: Pecan. Toast: Lemon. Aka: Lemon or]

Toast: Peanut.

[jelly. Apple even,]

Charity: (Apple) Now we're even!

[but no cheese.]

Charity: (Aka) I am not Urkel, homey!

[Pepper: I NEED COFFEE!!! AHA!!]

Toast: Dude, she needs to cut now!

[Miss Info: Well, alright. I'll be back shortly.]

Pule: (Napoleon) Do not say short!

[Miss Information leaves,]

Charity: In Fall.

[only to find Father Time and World's Oldest Woman about three yards away.]

Loud: WHAT ARE THEY DOING IN SOMEONE ELSE'S YARD?

[WOW: Miss Info, glad we found you!]

Pule: (WOW) I can't get this beer open.

Charity: No alcohol, Pule.

Pule: I am only mocking. Geez.

[FT: You see,]

Toast: (Al Capone) I am giving you the cement shoes, see?!

[we need a favor, and it, uh...well it involves... Miss Info: I know.]

Charity: (Miss Info) I lived here.

Loud: YOU KNOW, YOU STARTING TO SOUND LIKE HER, CHARITY.

Charity: Oh yeah. I wondered why.

[I'll talk to Lydia later.]

Pule: Her name is Lydia *Karaoke*, not Lydia later.

[(Keeps moving on)]

Loud: (Miss Info) STAY TOGETHER, PEOPLE.

[Both: She's good!]

Pule: Didn't that guy from Scary Movie II said that?

[Miss Info, meanwhile is picking]

Toast: On someone else.

[out the snacks for the kids. Miss Info: Darn it! No pecan danishes...Ooh, but Charity'll love this!]

Loud: NOT AS MUCH AS ME!

[Back in the green room, Miss Info comes back.]

Pule: (Miss Info) Told ya I will!

[Miss Info: Okay, here y'all go! (Hands out danishes...and Pepper's coffee.)]

Charity: Whoop-dee-crap.

[Now Charity, they were outta]

Charity: Here.

[pecan danishes, but I figured]

Loud: IT OUT!

[you'd like this more anyway! (Hands Charity a pecan custard, and for the first time in a long time, we see her eyes light up)]

Loud: HE SHOULD HAVE SEEN HER DURING THE WASHINGTON ATTACK.

[Charity: I'm happy.]

Charity: No, my name is Charity.

[After everyone is done eating, they all decide to]

Toast: Get out of this movie.

[have a little talk.]

Pule: Rather than a big talk.

[Loud: So...]

Loud: WHAT.

[what are we gonna do? Miss Info: What about, Loud?]

Toast: What about him?

[Loud: Ms. Karaoke. I haven't seen her yet. Toast: Patience is a virtue, little dude.]

Charity: Didn't Froggo said that in "Histeria Wars Episode I: The History Menace"?

[She’ll be here…]

Pule: When she is good and ready.

[unless she’s so depressed]

Charity: She became me.

[that she took]

Loud: A BOX OF MAKEUP.

[the day off…]

Toast: Like Ferris Buller.

[Charity: I doubt it. Pepper: Why?]

Loud: WHY NOT?

[Charity: One thing, Ms. Karaoke’s got]

Toast: Disco fever.

[too much resolve…]

Toast: Like Ferris Buller.

[and too much vacation time]

Pule: Like the Star Wreck crew.

[to just take a day off over all this, whatever it is?]

Loud: SHE SHOULDN’T PUT IN A QUESTION MARK?

Toast: Dudette, it is your fault?

Charity: Don’t blame me?

Pule: Oh, boy?

[Toast: Yeah.]

Pule: Right.

[Froggo: Two,]

Loud: LIKE THE TOILET.

[since when has Melman ever]

Charity: Became more than an idiot.

[let the place have free fun of his personal snack bar?]

Loud: YEAH!

[Pepper: True.]

Toast: Or false.

[Aka: And three,]

Pule: O’clock.

[no one else has]

Loud: AIDS.

[a red Benz with]

Charity: Brakes.

[a “Lydia” license plate. (Rimshot courtesy of…Pule Houser?]

Pule: Yep.

[Anyway, however HE found the drums, Father Time has entered the room) FT: Have any of you seen Melman?]

Toast: No, the most important question is…does anyone cares?

[Chit Chatterson just made off with his entire slash of imported gourmet coffee?]

Loud: NOW FATHER TIME IS PUTTING IN A QUESTION MARK WHERE IT SHOULDN’T BE.

[All: She’s gotta be here! Miss Info: Guess I’d better]

Charity: Call Nora Dunn.

[check on her, then. Miss Info leaves, and heads]

Pule: She got more than one head?

[straight for Lydia’s office. It is silent,]

Toast: Like space.

[but she knows Lydia’s in there…]

Charity: Not really.

[Lydia would have her “DO NOT ENTER-]

Loud: OR WE WILL BE FORCED TO SHOOT YOU.

[Private Property”]

Pule: Yeah right.

[sign up otherwise. Miss Info knocks]

Toast: Down the vase, dude.

[on the door. Lydia: What? No editing today,]

Pule: Great! That means…

Charity: Not that kind of editing, Pule.

Pule: Ah, nuts.

[I’m not up for it.]

Loud: SHE IS ASLEEP?

[Just tell Smartypants]

Charity: (Lydia) I hate him.

[to… Miss Info: To do what, may I ask? Lydia: Melissa?]

Toast: Melissa Joan Hart?

[Is that you?]

Pule: (some lady) God? It’s me, Margaret.

[Miss Info: SSSHHH!!!]

Loud: (library lady from “All That”) THIS IS A LIBRARY! CAN’T YOU READ?! PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO STUDY! HOW CAN YOU BE SO RUDE?!

[I TOLD you not to be so loud]

Pule: Like Loud.

[about my first name!]

Charity: If she has one. But she does.

[Lydia: Sorry. Come in. (Miss Info enters, and sits in a chair) what can I do for you?]

Charity: (Lydia) Whack R6 over the head again?

[Miss Info: Well, Toast told me]

Pule: (Miss Info) I am a babe.

[he saw you all full]

Toast: Of it.

[o’ tears yesterday, and then Old man Time says you’d seemed kinda down…Both people asked me to…]

Loud: GET THEM SNACKS!

[(Stops, noticing the look on Lydia’s face) It’s him again, isn’t it? Lydia: It is so obvious?]

Charity: Is Gene a jerk?

[Miss Info: Now I told you back in high school]

Pule: To get a bigger bra.

Everyone else: Pule!

Pule: Not again!

[not to bother with that Louie fellow,]

Toast: Wait, didn’t R6 say in Louie’s profile that he met Lydia when he started sponsoring our show???

Loud: ONCE AGAIN, R6 WITH THE PLOT HOLE BIG ENOUGH TO PUT THE A ROBO-SPIDER IN!

[he wasn’t gonna do nothing but break yer]

Charity: Window.

[little heart.]

Loud: MY ACKING BREAKING HEART!

[Why didn’t you listen,]

Pule: (Lydia) Huh? What did you say?

[I’ll never know. Lydia: Everything was just FINE, thank you, until…that…night.]

Charity: That Gene took control of TV.

[Miss Info: The indecent]

Toast: Exposure.

[proposal? Lydia: You got it.]

Toast: Not!

[Left me that note saying it was “Family Business”.]

Pule: (cough) Bull crap!

[Miss Info: I guess it was. Lydia: Eh?]

Loud: SHE SAY…

Charity: Okay, enough.

[Miss Info: The day after he proposed, I saw him at the L.A.]

Pule: Louie Anderson?

Toast: Loon Angel?

Loud: LO AL?

Charity: Looney Angle?

[Airport. He was waiting for a plane to Atlanta. Lydia: But that’s…where]

Pule: Donald Trump built his new casino.

[his mother lived…You mean he wasn’t just using me, after all? Miss Info: Who knows?]

Loud: WHO CARES?

[As it is, he never came back.]

Toast: Because he died as Slasho.

[Lydia: But I’ve just got to find out]

Charity: When the next Digimon movie coming out?

[what happened! I…maybe I should…If I’d gone then…]

Pule: (Captain Kirk) McCoy…Spock…Bones, where the heck are you?

[Miss Info: You wouldn’t be drivin’]

Loud: US CRAZY!

[a Benz now.]

Charity: Or later.

[Lydia: True. But I MUST know! It’s so depressing,]

Loud: LIKE VANILLA SKY!

[especially whenever Smartypants has his guests]

Pule: Over for dinner.

[that has so many experiences in…sex.]

Toast: Dude!

Charity: That would be something I would be interested in…someday.

Loud: I CAN’T WAIT!

[Miss Info: He’s at it AGAIN? I TOLD him]

Toast: To stop annoying Sagwa, the Chinese Siamese Cat.

[to knock it off! Well, I’ll be getting back to the green room now.]

Charity: Now is known as the gray room.

[I’ll tell you what, though. Maybe I can find out more on this later.]

Pule: Because I got a hockey game to go to.

[Tooties!]

Toast: Is he that kid from “Peter Pan”?

[Miss Info heads back to the green room, but not before giving ole Smarty a]

Charity: Kiss.

[swift kick in the @$$…]

Loud: HE SHOULDN’T SAY @$$! IT ISN’T NICE!

Pule: What a $#!+head!

[and a long kiss to the…Ah, I’m not telling!]

Charity: Too late.

[Back in the green room…]

Toast: Of the California Angels.

[Miss Info: Whatever this is,]

Loud: I DON’T WANT IT!

[I know now that it involves someone NONE of you ever knew.]

Pule: How can we? We met them all!

[Loud: Who?]

Toast: The band?

Charity: No Who jokes, please.

Toast: Geez.

[Miss Info: Her…]

Pule: Teacher.

[ex-fiancee. Charity: Gracious! Aka: Say what?]

Loud: WE AREN’T GOING THROUGH THAT JOKE AGAIN! BEAT YOU TO IT, CHARITY?

Charity: That’s okay.

(Kiss him. Guess who blushes?

[Froggo: No way! Toast: Whoa!! Pepper: she was engaged?]

Toast: To the Addams Family?

[Loud: Holy moly! (Editor’s note: All the kids say the above lines simultaneously)]

Charity: Whatever that means.

[Miss Info: Yep. And she doesn’t know why,]

Pule: And I don’t want to know.

[but he went to Atlanta to visit his mother, and that was a good two years ago.]

Loud: MAKES US GLAD HE DIDN’T TEAM UP WITH GENE!

[Charity: That’s not good. Loud: WHAT A JERK!!]

Loud: YOUR TELLING ME!

[Toast: Nasty!! Pepper: That CREEP!! Miss Info: Hold on.]

Toast: To what?

[I’ve got an idea…]

Pule: That’s a…(notices others staring at him) Never mind.

[All the kids by now have located Father Time,]

Charity: In the men’s room.

[but not World’s Oldest Woman,]

Loud: WHO IS BUSY CHASING BILL STRAITMAN.

[and are having yet ANOTHER talk… Aka:…So we figure out]

Toast: (Shaggy) Who the ghost is.

[if homey bounced]

Pule: That guy out of the bar.

[on her, we oughta find out why. FT: So you want to use the time machine,]

Charity: From Celebrity Deathmatch?

[and follow him in Atlanta?]

Pule: Who would want to?

Loud: WE HAVE TO!

Toast: Totally.

[Good idea, but how… Miss Info: Thank you!]

Loud: (Father Time) HEY!

[We’ll bring it back in… Charity: No, Miss Info!]

Toast: We don’t need a tour guide.

[If he knows you and he sees you, it might alter history here. We want to cheer her up, not make her leave.]

Pule: I do.

Everyone else: Pule…

Pule: Okay, I take it back. Geez.

[We’ll go it alone.]

Loud: LIKE THAT KID FROM “HOME ALONE”.

[Aka: Yeah! I mean, if we can torment the most famous figures in history,]

Toast: Like Nostradamus, Lincoln, Washington, and that crazy scientist Nikola Tesla.

[why not give homey the ol’ Histeria star treatment?]

Charity: Free of charge.

[Froggo: That’s IT!]

Loud: (Froggo) I AM GOING HOME!

[All but Froggo: Huh? Froggo: Pepper, Toast, try to round up Cho-Cho and Lucky Bob.]

Pule: (John Wayne) And take them to prison, pilgrim.

[They can help us get the]

Toast: Lottery ticket.

[truth out of hime…and maybe make]

Charity: Some cookies.

[a little profit on the side…]

Loud: (singing) AND TAKE ONE DOWN, AND PASS IT AROUND…

Everyone else: Loud!

Loud: I WAS ONLY MOCKING! WHAT A BUNCH OF GROUCHES!

Pule: And you guys yelled at me for making remarks.

Charity: Only remarks that Lydia doesn’t like.

Pule: ****!

[Pepper: No problem!]

All: Not!

[This is too COOL!!! Coolie-cool,]

Charity: Like Bad Mr. Frosty.

[in fact!]

Toast: (Pepper) I loved Toast!

[AAAAHHAHHAHAH!!]

Pule: The Headless Horseman in his early years.

[Toast: Babe, you need less coffee.]

Loud: AND YOU NEED A HAIRCUT!

Toast: That’s rig…hey!

[Pepper and Toast head off]

Pule: On their new adventure.

[to find their new targets.]

Loud: FOR THEIR OBVIOUS MURDER!

[Since they could be anywhere, we’ll just head over to the time machine, when they arrive…another talk.]

Pule: Again?

[Cho: So you want us to come along and help you?]

Toast: No, we want you to help clean the attic. Of course, we want you to help!!!

[Loud: YES!!]

Loud: NOW!

[Toast: (As if to convince): You’ll make]

Charity: Some cookies.

[a few dollars…]

Pule: Or not.

[Cho: Deal!]

Loud: THEY ARE PLAYING BLACKJACK?

[Bob, try to find some old magazines]

Toast: Of Nintendo Power.

[to sell. I’m going to round up Pule for the… All: NO!!!!! Bob: You are incorrect, sir!]

Pule: Meanie!

Charity: Well, you might blown our cover!

Pule: Well, I wouldn’t if you just asked me to! You guys never liked me!

Loud: NOT TOO! YU JUST WHINE TOO MUCH!

Pule: Bummer.

Toast: Hey, that’s my line.

[Moments later,]

Toast: In the Partridge Family’s home.

[the gang has all they’ll need…]

Charity: A time machine, some stupid magazines, bad movies to see…

[$77 worth of magazines,]

Toast: Now they are worth $0!

[three days’ food for all,]

Loud: UNFORTUNATELY, THEY SPOIL REALLY QUICKLY!

[and a LARGE bag]

Charity: Why? They are carrying Paul Bunyan?

[to carry it in…which thankfully]

Pule: Has holes to breathe in.

[has wheels.]

Pule: The Harley Davidson of bags.

[FT: Okay, I’ll set it for]

Loud: STUN.

[Atlanta 1999, about when he’d get to the airport. You’ve got everything]

Charity: But the Kitchen sink.

[you need,]

All: Not!

[so get going.]

Loud: OR ELSE!

[Miss Info: Good luck! WOW: You’ll need it, knowing]

Toast: You will find out who he’ll become later on.

[that slime ball.]

Pule: Who? Slimer?

[FT: How would you know? WOW: I once dated his grandfather.]

All: Eeewww!!!!!

[(Rimshot courtesy of…Chit Chatterson?)]

Charity: Well, there’s something you don’t see everyday.

Loud: BUT FOR US, IT USUALLY HAPPENS ALLOT!

[All the kids: Bye, Seeya!!]

Toast: Note to WB: Make annoying kids sounds.

[(etc. etc…)]

Loud: (Nostradamus) SHUT UP!

[They step into]

Toast: I wouldn’t.

[the machine,]

Toast: Phew!

[which vanishes in a flash of light…]

Pule: Which is because they got a flashlight in there.

[The time machine is slowly drifting through the time-space continuum, heading for Atlanta 1999. Of course,]

Toast: They headed WAY off course.

[we can’t see inside,]

Loud: NOT THAT YOU WANT TO!

[but we can hear the conversation in there.]

Charity: Hide the bomb, hide the bomb.

[Pule: Are we there yet? The time machine suddenly stops, and a door open. Someone’s sneaker kicks Pule out,]

Pule: Hey!

[back to Histeria! studio 2001, but we can’t see whose foot it is.]

Toast: It is mine! Die!

[Time machine continues,]

Charity: But not without running out of gas.

[and enters a hole marked]

Pule: Exit.

[“1999”. The time machine enters, and finds itself parked in the]

Loud: NO PARKING ZONE.

[Atlanta International Airport. The cast steps out.]

Charity: For a while.

[Toast: Dudes,]

Toast: Where’s my car?

[this bag is MAJOR heavy!]

Loud: TEN HUT!

[Are we gonna be living off rock candy]

Pule: What? The ones from The Big Game?

[till we get back? Pepper: Oh, cool out,]

Charity: Bad Mr. Frosty.

[Toast crumb! All it is each of our favorite foods,]

Loud: LIKE BEEF JERKY.

[and Cho-Cho’s old magazines. Cho: Well, I did gather seventy-seven dollars worth of old 1998 magazines]

Toast: (Old man) Who are you people, and where’s my soup?!

[to sell. I intend to leave here rich. Bob: Hi-yo!]

Pule: Idaho?

[Toast: Ah-huh! And just how many pecan custards can one eat in a day? (Eyes Charity)]

Loud: HEY! CHARITY IS MY GIRL! YOU GOT PEPPER!

[Charity: Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, but who’s counting?]

Pule: You are.

[Toast: Schah! And I thought]

Loud: OUR SHOW WILL LAST LONGER.

[Pepper had the sugar problems. Pepper: I do not! (Spots four guys in suits)]

Charity: The Men In Black?

[AAAAH-AHAHA!!!]

Charity: Here we go again…

[It’s them, it’s really THEM!!!]

Toast: (Pepper) Hey! They aren’t N’Sync! Gipola!

[(Runs over and kisses all four men)]

Toast: Like I’m jealous.

[It’s really you! I’ve been DYING to meet you!!]

Pule: She is going to die?

Toast: You wish!

[Man #1: Help… Pepper: Can I have your autographs? Man #2: Well,]

Charity: No.

[okay… (They sign the red book) Pepper: Thank you, thank you so much!! I will treasure this]

Loud: SHE THINKS IT IS SOME TREASURE?

[for…]

Toast: Ever?

[(Reads autographs) HEY! You’re not 112!]

Loud: (Andrew Jackson) WHO?

[And I thought for sure I’d find them here! Whatta rip! (Walks off) Toast: I rest my case.]

Charity: They are in court now?

[Now can I rest my back?! Charity: Alright, set it down easy. (Bag shakes a little, though no one’s even touched it yet.)]

Pule: And no one would want to.

[Whoa! What’s going on?]

Toast: The bag shook.

[Loud: I HAVE NO IDEA!]

Loud: PULE, DON’T YOU DARE!

Pule: What?

[Maybe it’s haunted…]

Loud: NOT THAT THEY WANT TO.

[Froggo: Now who’d want to haunt a bag?]

Toast: Michael Flatley.

[I mean the only reason]

Charity: (Froggo) Aka and I got together.

[anything might haunt or possess]

Loud: BB.

Charity: Oh boy…

[a bag is to make money off the exorcism…]

Pule: Starring James Woods.

[(All glare at Cho-Cho) Cho: What? Good idea, but not my technique. Charity: Guess I’d better look inside the bag and see what’s going]

Toast: Down.

[on. Loud: NO! IT’LL EAT YOU ALIVE!!]

Pule: Once again, Loud with the lover’s concern act.

Charity: And what’s wrong with that?

(Loud and Charity stared at Pule)

Pule: Nothing.

Loud/Charity: Good.

[Charity: Loud, don’t be silly.]

Loud: TOO LATE!

[Aka: I’ll take a peek.]

Toast: At the next Star Wars movie.

[(Looks in bag, then reaches in) Oh, eeewww!! (Stars to come out)]

Pule: And throw up.

[Charity: No! My custards went bad, didn’t they?]

Loud: CHARITY…

Charity: What? I liked them as I liked you.

Loud: I HOPE SO.

[Aka: Nope. Look who came along for the ride!]

Toast: It better not be Pule again.

Pule: Hey!

[(Emerges, holding Big Fat Baby) All but Aka: BIG FAT BABY?!?!?! BFB: Goo!]

Pule: He is chewing gum?

[Toast: Aw, man!]

Toast: Someone is on the rag!

[We’re too far now to turn back and send him home! (BFB farts) And no WAY]

Charity: I am changing his diaper.

[I’m holdin’ him! (Tosses it to Charity,]

Charity: Yeah, thanks allot.

Toast: Dude!

[but she ducks,]

Loud: QUACK QUACK!

[and Loud catches him)]

Pule: (Umpire) your out!

[Loud: Not another peep-]

Pule: (Warner Brothers and Sister) Peep peep peep.

Loud: (Satan) I SAY NO PEEPING!

[or poop-till we get to the hotel, ya little gasbag!]

Charity: Angelica calls him a gas can.

[Toast: Gnarly idea there, loudman.]

Toast: Not!

[But we’re gonna be roughin’ it for the trip. All but Toast: WHAT?]

Charity; We are not going through that joke.

[Aka: Well, at least THAT won’t be a burden. (Gestures toward]

Loud: BFB.

[the time machine) Pepper: Portable time travel, don’t leave your home century without it!]

Pule: Or we will dock your pay.

[(Presses a large red button,]

Toast: Titles “Don’t push.”

[causing time machine to shrink]

Pule: The incredible shrinking time machine.

[to remote control size) Okay, toast, what’s the plan?]

Charity: If any.

[Toast: Well, we’ve gotta get to this Louis Richardson dude’s]

Toast: Gad! More like idiot.

[place tonight.]

Charity: Not that we want to.

[However, the map shows]

Loud: DUH!

[that he lives about five miles from here! Loud: NO SWEAT!]

Loud: WHO DOES R6 THINK I AM? RICHARD SIMMONS?

[Aka: We’ll just wait]

Pule: Till your father gets home.

[homey comes for his limo, and have a cab follow him. BFB: Goo goopooopa! Goo-yi-pa-goo!]

Toast: Dude, BFB thinks he is on his talk show?

[Loud: Well don’t eat any more]

Charity: Beans.

[of Charity’s custards,]

Charity: I am not happy.

[and you’ll be just fine! Charity: Hey!}

Toast: Dude!

[You little thief, I oughta… BFB: Gaawaway! Charity: Yes, I’m]

Loud: BATMAN!

[Charity. And YOU are in big trouble, bucko! BFB: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH! Charity: Aw, never mind. Let’s just find]

Pule: Waldo.

[this guy and be gone.]

Toast: Wannabe.

[As if on cue,]

Pule: The world blew up.

[Louis steps out from one of the gates.]

Charity: To Six Flags.

[He is tall,]

Loud: LIKE ABE LINCOLN.

[about Miss Info’s height,]

Charity: Though not as popular.

[and has a mustache.]

Pule: He is Colonel Mustard.

[His mustache is jet black,]

Loud: LIKE BURT REYNOLDS, EXCEPT HE IS MORE ANNOYING.

[but we can’t see hair…]

Toast: Because he is like bald,.dude.

[or most of body build.]

Charity: What did his body build?

[He’s wearing a gray trench coat]

Loud: LIKE BILL MURRAY.

[and black hat]

Pule: Like that guy from “The Time Machine”.

[as well as black sunglasses.]

Charity: Though not as cool as Will Smith’s.

[He’s led to a car by the suit guys,]

Toast: So he is Tommy Lee Jones in disguise?

[and gets in. The H! gang dash off, and commandeer the nearest taxi…sorta.]

All: Not!

[Aka: Driver, follow that]

Loud: CAR!

[black limo!]

Pule: What? The one for a funeral?

[Toast: And step on it!]

Pule: Not on my ****!

Charity: Normally at this time, we would say Pule, but it got old.

Pule: Thanks?

[The limo, followed at a slight distance by the yellow cab,]

Toast: The one from Roger Rabbit?

[enters and exits a highway before pulling onto a narrow-but long-]

Loud: AND ANNOYING.

[road. The taxi stops.]

Pule: (taxi driver) Hey, I ran out of gas. I am kinda a wolf when I have customers.

[Driver: Sorry no can continue.]

Toast: You ran out of quarters.

[Loud: WHY NOT?! Driver: This road private property of]

Charity: Pauly Shore.

[one Amania Jessica]

Loud: PARKER!

[Richardson. Public not permitted on estate.]

Toast: Unless gotten permission from her hairdresser.

[Froggo: Estate? Driver: Yep. Now pay me about, in dollars…]

Toast: What? Is the cab driver Iraqi?

[(Looks up and sees cast has left,]

Pule: From the hospital.

[and are nowhere to be seen.) Ooh, I gonna get it this time, sure!]

Toast: (Cheech Marin) Don’t hog it man!

[Toast: Dude, even with the stinkster out of the bag,]

Loud: PEPE LE PEW!

[it still feels kinda heavy!]

Charity: Like Michael Jackson.

[You sure no one ELSE is in here, Aka? Aka: Positively,]

Charity: Well, no.

[sandwich slice! Nothin’ else there but supplies!]

Pule: And maybe Joan of Arc.

[Toast: Charity, you’re gonna eat ALL these custards while we’re here,]

Charity: Or else what?

[and when we get back,]

Toast: You are going to kiss Loud.

[you’re going on a custard diet!]

Charity: Make me!

Toast: I will.

Charity: D’oh!

[Charity: Sure, blame me!]

Loud: WELCOME TO THE BLAME GAME!

[Cho: Be careful, you two.]

Pule: Of parked cars.

[Not only will someone hear us,]

Toast: Like Mr. Paranoid.

[but if you keep shaking the bag,]

Charity: It will explode!

[you’ll ruin those magazines!]

Toast: Like she ever has any!

[Bob: You are correct, sir! Pepper: Never mind THAT,]

Pule: Where’s my car?

[what are we gonna do?]

Toast: Mellow out.

[It’s getting ark, and I’m hungry!]

Pule: And hyper and annoying.

Toast: Don’t make me go over there, Pule!

Pule: Grouch.

[Toast: We may be on this rich nut’s estate,]

Loud: HEY! THAT IS MY LINE!

[but who says we can’t camp here?]

Charity: John Candy.

[There’s enough woods]

Loud: IN BLAIR WITCH AS IT IS!

[on the property to hide us.]

Pule: They are afraid Elmer Fudd will show up.

[We’ll check on this Louis guy in the morning. Charity: Good idea.]

Charity: As usual.

[Loud: GREAT, I’M STARVING!!]

Toast: You are always starving.

[All kids decide to have a dinner break,]

Charity: After the dinner break whistle blows.

[not paying much attention]

Pule: (Stalin) I refused to pay anyone!

[to the bag…or the shaking it makes…]

Pule: Earthquake, Histeria! style.

[Meanwhile, back at the H! studio.]

Charity: People are working around the clock to figured out what the heck is up with Smoochy.

Everyone else: Who???

Charity: Edward Norton’s character in “Death To Smoochy”.

Loud: THAT GUY SOUNDS FAMILIAR THOUGH I CAN’T PUT MY FINGER ON IT.

Pule: That who you will be when you grow up?

Loud: GET REAL, PULE!

[FT: Now, remember.]

Toast: Who wrote the book of love.

[Don’t move until they fall asleep,]

Charity: Or we’ll be forced to hurt you.

[then hightail]

Toast: Party!

[it for higher ground]

Loud: DEEP IMPACT IS COMING?

[(It is seen that he is talking]

Pule: To Harvey Davidson.

[into a time communicator) Voice: Okay, but if I, like,]

Toast: Dude, that person thinks he or she is me?

[gotta hit]

Loud: PULE.

Pule: Hey!

[the little girls’ room, what to do? FT: Relax, Joan, there’s plenty of tress]

Charity: MacNeille.

[around. (We now see]

Toast: Norm MacDonald.

[that he is chatting with Joan of Arc, who’s been hiding out]

Loud: FROM THE LAW.

[in Toast’s bag) Joan: Okay. And when they do, I grab the camera and]

Pule: Pretend I am in a big hit movie.

[make sure to]

Charity: Kill Barney.

[film anything Louis does.]

Loud: NOT THAT SHE WANTS TO.

[FT: That’s right…]

Pule: You win a cookie.

[after that,]

Toast: You’re on your own.

[report back home.]

Charity: We got tennis at nine.

[I want Nostradamus to]

Loud: PREDICT WRONG AGAIN!

[use the tape for a “Vision of the Past”]

Charity; Brought to you by the League of Idiots.

[to reveal the truth to Lydia. After all, she’d never believe]

Pule: Elvis is alive and living in Des Moines.

[the kids went through all this just for her.]

Toast: As usual.

[So we’re gonna give her]

Loud: A BIRTHDAY PRESENT.

[the evidence of what happened, so if she sees and HEARS about it, maybe she’ll be more inclined to see]

Charity: Scary Movie 3.

[the hand]

Toast: That feeds you.

[the kids had in this. Joan: I still think you should just send Lydia to me.]

All: Ha!

[I could let her get it all out. She needs nurturing,]

Charity: And R6 is the one to give it to her.

[not a replay of]

Loud: NORM MACDONALD’S ANNOYING HITS.

[her heartbreaks. FT: It’s the side]

Pule: Of the other fence.

[of the replay that’s gonna get us back our sanity…]

Pule: If any.

[and keep the floor dry.]

Charity: Unless someone kick the bucket over again.

[You want to rust another chain mail?]

Toast: On the Internet, babe.

[Joan: NO!!]

Loud: NOT ANOTHER MATCH!

[FT: Well then,]

Charity: Off you go, do my dirty work.

[get to it…and stay hidden, no one needs to see you now,]

Pule: See her later.

[especially not some citizen that’s under the impression that you burned to death,]

Pule: Wait. If she dies, then how come she is doing this?

Charity: Don’t ask any questions, and we won’t say any lies.

Pule: Huh?

Loud: IT MEANS SHUT UP, PULE!

Pule: Meanies!

[and not the kids, either. Joan: Right; any other sage advice?]

Toast: (Confucius) A bird in the hand is very bad table manners.

[FT: Keep still. I only sent one Big Fat Baby.]

Pule: He is dead?

Everyone else: No, Pule.

[It’s late, but the kids are all still awake….]

Toast: That is because we drank a lot of coffee.

[playing Spin the Bottle… Loud: Okay, my turn!]

Charity: To rock my world.

[(Blows across bottle top,]

Loud: R6 THINKS I AM IN A BAND?

[spins it) Froggo: Look at it go!]

Charity: Who would want to?

[Loud (Thinking): Charity, Charity, Charity… Charity (Thinking): Me, me, ME!]

Pule: What, what, what?

Toast: Dude, dude, dude.

Loud: OKAY, THAT’S ENOUGH!!!

[The bottle lands on…Aka Pella]

Pule: Uh oh…

[Aka: Ooh!]

Charity: (Aka) That taste nasty!

[Time to find out what Charry]

Everyone but Charity: What?

Charity: That’s my nickname she uses for me.

[was always talking ‘bout!]

Toast: Put on my gloves, let’s go six rounds. Show me what you are made up! Come on!

[All others: WHAT? Aka: Oops.]

Loud: THAT ERASER WAS GONE A LONG TIME AGO.

[Loud: Pucker up, princess… (Loud kisses Aka)]

Toast: Dude!

[SCORE!!]

Pule: You guys playing hockey?

[Aka: Hey hey, don’t get too happy bro!]

Loud: I AM NOT YOUR BROTHER!

[Remember who else is here (QC to Charity, who has her arms folded angrily) Charity: I’m not happy.]

(Loud kisses Charity)

Charity: I’m happy.

Loud: YOU KNOW, THIS REMINDS ME OF THE DREAM NFTNAT PUT ME THOUGH.

Charity: Please don’t. Not when the moment is getting greater.

Toast: Though this movie is getting annoying.

[Cho: MY turn! Aka: Whoa, girl! I never knew you]

Pule: Sold to communists.

[play “Spin]

Toast: The idiot.

[the Bottle!” Cho: I have my secrets…]

Loud: (Cho-Cho) AND I AM NOT GOING TO TELL YOU! HA!

[(Spins bottles, it lands…Lucky Bob)]

Pule: Who else?

[Cho: YES!!!]

Charity: Now.

[Bob: You are correct, sir! If you think you’ve ever seen a kiss before, this puts all of them to shame…]

Loud: EVEN MY AND CHARITY’S?

[Bob: Hi-yo!!! Pepper: WHOA!!! Toast: Never knew she had it in her!]

Pule: Gas?

[Pepper: MY turn! (Spins bottle, it lands on Froggo.]

Toast: A spaceship?

[Froggo puckers up,]

Charity: He thinks Pepper is Aka?

[but Pepper only kisses him on the cheek) Sorry, but I don’t want]

Loud: ANY.

[Aka trying to kill me! Charity: MY turn. (She spins it,]

Pule: And it got sick.

[and it lands where Loud was…only Pule Houser’s there now) Pule: Pucker up, sweetie! Charity: Eeeewwwww! Pepper: Yuckola!]

Toast: Ted Kennedy is driving home!

[Toast: Man, how’d YOU get here again?]

Charity: Do you have to ask?

Pule: Meanie.

[While all this is going on,]

Loud: GRANDPA TRIES TO WORK HIS VCR!

[Joan of Arc]

Pule: Noah’s wife?

Charity: Bad joke.

[escapes from]

Toast: Prison, dude.

[from her bag, and climbs a tree]

Loud: LIKE BRENDAN FRASER.

[camera in hand.]

Toast: Including a sword from France.

[Back at camp,]

Pule: Ernest screws up again.

[Pepper uses the portable time machine to send Pule back home.]

Pule: Aah, you guys get all the fun!

Toast: Don’t look at us, look at R6!

Pule: So why he got me on those trips in his fan-fictions if he doesn’t like me?

Charity: Not true. You just whine allot.

[Pepper: I think]

Toast: I am cute.

[someone’s sending him here!]

Loud: YOU ARE SAYING IT IS SAMMY MELMAN?!

[Toast: Babe, he so spoiled the mood!]

Pule: Are not!

[Charity: I’m not happy. (Loud kisses her…for quite a while) I’m happy.]

Loud: AND I WILL DO IT AGAIN!

(He kisses Charity again, who blushes)

Charity: Thanks.

Loud: NO PROB!

[Froggo: How about we hit the hay?]

Toast: With what? A hammer?

[I’m beat!]

Pule: No, you’re Froggo. Wake up!

[Aka: Yeah, me too!]

Charity: No, you are Aka.

[I gotta rest the ole pipes!]

Loud: THEY ARE IN SCOTLAND?

[Charity: I need my beauty sleep.]

Loud: NO YOU DON’T!!

[Loud: NO YOU DON’T!!]

Loud: (Nostradamus) I WAS RIGHT! SHUT UP!

[Charity blushes]

Charity: Like I usually do.

[Charity: Thank you.]

Loud: YOUR WELCOME!

[All others: Ooooooohh!! Loud: Okay, show’s over,]

Pule: Give back your tickets.

[nothing more to see!]

Pule: He thinks he is Officer Barbrady?

[voice: Yes,. show’s over now! All: AAAAHHH!!!]

Toast:: The Giga Pets are attacking!

[Voice: Hey relax;]

Charity: (Louis) I am not going to kill you yet.

[I’m not security.]

Loud: JUST SOME PATHLETIC LOSER.

[All: Then WHO are you? Voice: I’m Louis B. Richardson.]

Toast: Dude, that’s even worse!

[And hey, it’s cool]

Charity: Not!

[if you wanna]

Pule: Be my lover.

[camp out here, but keep it down.]

Pule: All My Children is on.

[I’ve gotta get up at six o’clock.]

Loud: (Lucky Bob) HIYO!

[All: Okay. Louis leaves, leaving the kids in shock.]

Pule: Shock? He zaps them with an electric gun?

[Loud: Well, that’s the guy.]

Toast: Who is going to be Slasho in 3 years.

[Charity: We’ve gotta figure what’s up…]

Charity: The sky.

[tomorrow.]

Loud: I WILL LOVE YOU TOMORROW!

[Pepper: Yeah, I’m tired.]

Toast: Nope, you’re Pepper.

[Say Toast,]

Pule: (Pepper) Want to make out?

Toast: Dude, sick!

Pule: I was mocking Pepper!

Toast: Oh…(Pause) Hey!

[there’s plenty of extra room in my…]

Loud: CAR?

[(Toast is in HIS sleeping bag already asleep)]

Charity: He must have got tired from Louis’s talking.

[Drat!!]

Charity: (Pepper) I broke a nail.

[Froggo: Patience, Pepper. You will have your man one day.]

Toast: So true, little Froggy dude.

[Look how it went for me and Aka.]

Loud: OH SURE. ALL SHE HAD TO DO IS MOVE AND HE IS ALL OVER HER.

[Aka: Yeah,]

Charity: Right.

[in fact,]

Pule: Those stories are made by BB.

[at first, I thought I’d have to try to]

Toast: (Aka) Kiss him, homies.

[get his mind off of Charry before I could have him!]

Charity: Makes me glad that rivalry between you and him ended in the Big Game, right, Loud?

Loud: YEAH!

[Charity: Come on (Yawns) I’m sleepy.]

Loud: NO, YOU’RE…

Charity: Okay, enough.

[Good night.]

Toast: And when I say good night, I mean shut up!

[(Gets in her sleeping bag) Loud: Seeya in the morning. (Climbs into his) Froggo: (Yawn) (Climbs into his bag) Pepper:…oh she’s already sleeping…and snoring. Aka’s asleep too…and Big Fat Baby]

Pule: She is asleep and she’s Big Fat Baby?

[Well, all are sleeping, except]

Pule: Me.

[Joan, who seems to be face first in]

Charity: Mud.

[a spider web…]

Toast: Made by Spider-Man.

[NEXT MORNING!]

Loud: HEY, DON’T YELL! WE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP HERE!

[Louis is escorted over to his limousine, and gets in…and it leaves…the H! kids all see this, and despair.]

Pule: Man, you guys must be heavy sleepers.

Everyone else: Shut up, Pule!

[Charity: How are we gonna find him now?]

Loud: WE CAN’T GO HOME YET!

[Aka: Girlfriend’s right,]

Loud: HEY! SHE IS MY GIRLFRIEND!

[can’t none of us drive…’cept Toast,]

Pule: When did you get a license, Toast?

Toast: I took one of those easy driving tests.

Charity: Bribery.

Toast: Bingo!

[but we’ve got no car! At the moment,]

Pule: Norm MacDonald shown up.

[a car pulls up to them all…]

Loud: AND RAN THEM ALL OVER!

[somehow,]

Charity: Someday.

[their campsite was right by the gate.]

Toast: Dude, what the odds of that happening?

[Toast: Answers that problem. Driver: Get in,]

Pule: Or don’t. I don’t care.

[and hurry if you want to catch up!]

Toast: I am hungry for ketchup all of the sudden. Can’t explain why.

[All comply, not really caring who this guy is…]

Loud: AND WE STILL DON’T CARE!

[Driver: Buckle up, ‘cause we’re goin]

Charity: To heck and back.

[for quite some ride. This can hit Mach 2]

Pule: Without crashing.

[in no time flat! (All comply.) Now let’s GO! Car speeds off.]

Loud: DON’T GOING OVER 50 OR IT WILL EXPLODED!

[About two seconds later Joan falls out of a tree,]

All: (Laughs)

[Back to the]

Toast: Future.

[car, though. Driver: Now I suppose]

Loud: (R6) I GOT TO DROP YOU ALL OFF!

[all wonder whose I am?]

All: No!

[All: YES!! Driver: Well, I will tell you.]

Pule: (R6) Bur I won’t! So there!

[I am R6,]

Charity: AKA Johnny.

[a Philadelphia native.]

Toast: Now Lydia’s lover.

[I came down here to find out why]

Pule: Donald Trump’s casino close down.

[one of the richest men in Atlanta]

Loud: DON KING?

[was coming home to Mama…three years after she passed. All others: WHAT?! R6: You see]

Charity: I am a Histeria writer in a story I wrote.

[she died of]

Toast: Stroke.

[old age in 1996, while he was still in L.A. on business. She was heartbroken after]

Pule: The Batman movie stunk.

[the deaths of centennial Olympic Park]

Loud: PROBABLY BECAUSE COMMIES BLEW IT UP!

[from the bombing, as one of them was her other son. Three year later,]

Charity: Episode I finally came out.

[he announces that]

Toast: He had that relationship with Monica Lewinsky.

[he’s going home to Mama…I suspect foul play!]

Loud: CHICKEN RUN IS INVOLVED?

[When I saw you, I]

Toast: Freak out, dude.

[knew that you had to be after him, so here you are.]

Pule: (R6) In my car.

[Toast: Yeah but like, how’d you know?]

Charity: About the Facts of Life.

[R6: You are the kids from Histeria!, yes? Charity: You got that right.]

Toast: You win a cookie.

[R6: He financed your show initially,]

Loud: WITH CREDIT CARDS.

[but once it took off,]

Loud: LIKE TOM HANKS.

[they did away with his support…]

Charity: Bad move.

[he wanted to get back at you guys,]

Pule: So why didn’t he team up with Gene?

Toast: Dude, who will want to?

[and I figured that he’d accomplished it, he’d head on home. Charity: We come back from]

Charity: 2002.

[2001 to see what’s going on, and we get saddled with]

Loud: GENE WILDER.

[a plot. Typical WB. R6: I figured you weren’t here from your own time.]

Toast: You giving me the finger and all that.

[Pepper: How? R6: Charity and Loud were right next to each other, and Aka and Froggo. When you show first started,]

Pule: It was about inventors.

[romance was not likely on your minds… Toast: STILL not on mine!]

Charity: It is now.

[Pepper: Oh, yes it is… Toast: AAAHH! R6: Just chill out, people,]

Loud: RAN! IT’S MR. FREEZE!

[we’ve got to keep clear heads.]

All: Too late!

[Car moves along, all we see is the car]

Pule: Crashing into something.

[diving down]

Toast: Towards the water.

[the road… Loud: 99 bottles of beer on the wall. 99 bottles of beer… All others: LOUD!!! Loud: WHAT GROUCHES!!!]

Loud: WHAT DID I DO TO YOU?!

[To move it along, we arrive at some Attorney’s place…]

Charity: Harvey Dent probably.

[Louie boy’s inside, the H! cast is in one air vent, and Joan’s in another…]

Pule: Probably screwing it up.

[Lou’s talking to the attorney. Lou: So all the estate is mine once I return, eh? Att: Correct.]

Toast: Mr. Winkle.

[Amania willed it to you]

Pule: Who’s Amania?

Loud: MUST BE HIS MOTHER!

[and only you, to claim whenever you wanted it, so no one could buy it back.]

Charity: At K-Mart.

[Lou: Well, since I got my revenge]

Toast: Of Porky.

[on those Histeria! ingrates,]

All: Jerk!

[I’m gonna be able to retire…finally. Att: Yes, brother,]

Pule: Wait, isn’t his brother dead?!

[but what about]

Loud: BOB!

[your fiancée? Louis: Lydia? (Joan is now filming,]

Charity: And realizes she is out of film.

[or has been for a while…we just focus on her now)]

Charity: (Joan) Eew, gross! What are you, some sort of pervert?! Jerk!

[She’s old news.]

Pule: In the newspaper.

[In fact the plan was to mess up her]

Toast: Room.

[head, so she’d soon bring the show to its bloody]

Loud: BLOODY HECK!

[demise through her own…moral standards!]

Charity: If any.

[This time next year, they’ll all be out of a job…]

Loud: THOUGH GENE IS THE ONE WE BLAME FOR THAT.

[too bad for Lyda, though…great in bed…]

All: Sick!

[Joan: Ooh! That’s good!]

Charity: No, it isn’t.

[Lou: You just hear something?]

Toast: Airplane exploding?

[Joan: Oops… As if on cue,]

Loud: CHRIS FARLEY BLOW WIND!

Charity: Oh no…

[Cho-Cho walks in the door, with Lucky Bob. Cho: Hello, good sirs.]

Pule: No, more like bad attorney and worse @$$hole!

[My friend and I have a large collection of]

Toast: Bubble gum cards.

[magazines to sell. We were hoping]

Charity: You both committed suicide.

[you could purchase one or two. Bob: Heeeere’s]

Loud: DICKY!

[Zines! Lou: Well, I do enjoy a good magazine…Hey,]

Toast: (Pepper) You’re not Gene Simmons!

[these are from 1998! Cho: Actually, these are from the new millennium;]

Pule: Of idiots.

[the 2001 editions, but published backwards]

Charity: Until the year 0.

[backwards to confuse the average man.]

Toast: Too late.

[Someone smart as you…]

Loud: HA!

[Lou: Okay, okay!]

Charity: (Louis) I will buy some. Just get out!

[Here, take]

Pule: Credit.

[two thousand dollars for them all?]

Toast: Dude, now he’s doing it!

[Cho:…two thousand…for all these? Lou: No, two thousand EACH!]

Toast: Wake up!

[Cho (Dollar signs in eyes):]

Loud: THE DON KING OF THE GROUP.

[SALE!!! Lucky Bob: Hi-yo!!! Cho: Now Lucky Bob is happy.]

Charity: Wait, I thought she is happy.

[Lou: Why is he called Lucky Bob?]

Toast: Here we go again…

[Cho: Remember the Olympic Bombing in 1996?]

Loud: WHO WOULD WANT TO?

[Lou: Yes, that’s what killed my brother, and then my mother.]

Toast: (Louis) And what would killed me.

[Cho: He went home just before then; also, could you please give]

Pule: (Cho-Cho) Me more money.

[Big fat Baby a change?]

Toast: Joke coming up!

[Bob: heeere’s Baby! Lou: Great]

Loud: CAESAR’S GHOST!

[southern catfish, when was the last time this baby had a new diaper?! Cho: Remember when the Liberty bell first cracked?]

Charity: And went insane.

[Lou: Yeah. Cho: Before that. Bob: You are correct, sir! Lou: OUT!!!]

Charity: Louis Richardson the umpire!

[Cho: Fine, but first, the payment… Lou: Here. (Hands about 30,000 to Cho, then ushers her away) Well, brother,]

Toast: You are adopted.

[I’ve gotta go. Must enjoy new house,]

Loud: (Louis) MUST BECOME SLASHO BEFORE 24 ½ HOURS.

[although I can’t help]

Pule: Anyone.

[but wonder why all this day, I see so many strangely familiar faces.]

Toast: Maybe because he is drunk.

[The H! kids have piled back into R6’s car, and are now leaving. Loud: WHAT A JERK!!]

Toast: Totally!

[Charity: Lydia’s gonna hate this.]

Charity: Too late.

[R6: So where to now, folks? Toast: I don’t care,]

Toast: Still don’t.

[as long as we get home soon. This bag’s all heavy again!]

Pule: Is Aka carrying Jerry Garcia?

[Pepper: Oh, no problem…]

Loud: HA!

[(Presses a button that warps them, car and all,]

Charity: To the Twilight Zone.

[back to Histeria! studio parking lot, 2001) Toast: Nice going,]

Toast: We brought back a weirdo!

[Pepsi!]

Loud: AND MOUNTAIN DEW!

[Pepper: Ohhh, he called me a pet name!]

Pule: I thought Pepsi is a drink.

[I’m in love!]

Charity: Probably.

[R6: Actually, I don’t mind being HERE of all places!]

All: (snickers)

Pule: Geez, I wonder why?

[Aka: Yeahy]

Loud: YEAHY?

[but don’t you gotta get back to Philly? R6: No, not with]

Toast: The current mayor in charge.

[all those alley cats]

Charity: Sylvester the car?

[singing at night. Aka: Aww, man, my uncle at is AGAIN?]

Pule: Sadly, yes.

[(Rimshot courtesy of Chit Chatterson) R6: Well, I’m off to]

Loud: SEE THE WIZARD!

[to bag some snacks! Later!]

Toast: Gator.

[Froggo: He’s a man on a mission.]

Charity: To get Lydia Karaoke.

[Loud: What a NUT!!!]

Pule: When did you guys figure that out?

[Aka: Come on; let’s go tell Miss Info. Moments later… Miss Info: Ooooh that CREEP!!]

Loud: SAMMY MELMAN?

[I knew he was up to somethin’]

Charity: Now he is down to heck.

[Charity: Yeah, but how to tell Lydia?]

Toast: R6 is like here, dude.

[You were here the whole time, both times. Miss Info: Not to worry.]

Pule (Miss Info): She won’t be here long.

[Father Time and I came up with a plan…]

Loud: WHICH TOTALLY STUNK, BELIEVE ME!

[have Joan of Arc film it, and have Nostradamus show it to Lydia!]

Pule: And probably screws it up.

[Oh we stuffed her in your big ol’ bag! Toast: DUDE!!]

Loud: WHERE’S MY CAR?!

[That’s what so heavy!]

Charity: They got a Snorlax in there?

[Meanwhile, in the offices of Lydia Karaoke…]

Pule: I thought she only got one.

[Nostea: Yes, Miss Karaoke, censor type lady-shut up!]

Charity: (Lydia): But I didn’t speak yet!

Toast: (Nostradamus): I know, so shut up!

[I, Nostradamus, will now be showing you]

Pule: Some stupid pictures.

[a part of]

Loud: SPIDER-MAN!

[your life,]

Loud: (Professor Spooky from “Rugrats”) AS IT WILL BE SOMEDAY!

[only one YOU weren’t around to see!]

Pule: She is dead?

[Lydia: Well, where is it?]

Charity: My Christmas presents.

[Nostra (Nervously): Shut up! (Stomps on floor,]

Toast: And hurt his toe doing so.

[and the image comes into his cauldron. Down below, Joan sits by a VCR…)]

Pule: (Lydia) That’s what I would have seen have I been there.

[Ah, there it is.]

Loud: NO IT ISN’T. WHAT WAS I THINKING?!

[Tape plays, and we see everything]

Charity: But the Kitchen sink.

[that happened in the office in Atlanta…]

Toast: Including our comments?

[including the sale with Cho-Cho…Lydia, by the time this is over, is visibly shocked…]

Charity: And probably angry.

[Lydia: That, that…PIG!!!!]

Charity: I was right.

[(Smashes his picture, once and for all)]

Toast: And threw the remains in a trashcan.

[How dare he use ME as a pawn in]

Pule: A game of checkers.

[his sick games!!!]

Loud: R6?

[(Calms down) Well, at least now I know…awfully sweet of the kids]

Toast: Dude, she thinks we are bees or something?

[to go back in time to help me, since I’ve been so hard on them…(Loud enters) Loud: EXTRA, EXTRA!!]

Loud: THE STUDIO IS FULL OF EXTRAS!

[READ ALL ABOUT IT!!!]

Charity: The government is taxing cheese.

[LOUIS B. RICHARDSON LOSES HIS EMPIRE!!! AND HIS SHIRT!!!]

Toast: Because he gave it away to the Salvation Army.

[Lydia: WHAT?!?! Loud: Seems that ole Louie boy, once the richest man in Atlanta,]

Pule: Is now dead.

[bet all he was worth on the sports stats of the 2001 season, based on the 1998 seasons! He lost, and now isn’t even worth five cents!!!]

Charity: Like he ever is.

[Lydia smiles, kisses Loud on the forehead,]

Charity: Get your own boyfriend!

Toast: Oh, she will.

[and walks off, head held high.]

Pule: She is looking up?

[She doesn’t see R6 until she bumps into him…eyes were closed. Lydia: Oh, I’m so sorry sir.]

Loud: YOUR CAR GOT TOWED!

[R6: Don’t worry about…it… (Drops to his knees) I am not worthy! I am not worthy!!!]

Toast: Wayne, eat your heart out.

[Lydia: Who are you? R6: Not important;]

Charity: Hello, not important.

[what’s important is you! I’ve wanted to be here for so long,]

Loud: HE THINKS HE IS PEPPER?

[and I run into]

Pule: A wall.

[my dream woman the first day!! (Stands back up) Come away with me!!! Leave these WB goons]

Charity: Including Jamie Kellner.

[and… Sammy (from behind R6): Hey, what are you doing?]

Toast: (R6) Mellowing out.

[Lydia’s MY…]

Pule: Censor?

[(R6 back kicks him out whatever door he came through,]

Loud: HA!

[and without looking, then kisses Lydia full on the lips…]

Charity: That must be hard for her.

[She runs away, but doesn’t break the hold until he does!)]

Toast: Dude, she must like it!

Charity: Yep.

[R6: WAIT!!!]

Loud: YOU DIDN’T HAVE YOUR BREAKFAST!

[Come back my love!!! (To camera) I’m not gonna leave hear]

Pule: Without my snacks.

[unless I can take Lydia with me folks! So you better get used to me!]

Charity: Sadly yes.

[WOW (Another sneak attack):]

Toast: Dude, we loved to sneak people from behind.

[Hey, boobalah,]

Pule: Hello, Bette Midler.

[you mind massaging my tired little feet? R6: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!]

Loud: CARROT TOP IS COMING!

[R6 runs away, chased by WOW.]

Charity; I bet Bill is watching this.

[Only HE’S still chasing Lydia Karaoke. We zoom in on a restroom door]

Pule: Should we be seeing this?

[they passed, and find Sammy Melman stuck in a toilet.]

All: (laughs)

[Sammy: Is it the title that gets not respect,]

Toast: (Rodney Dangerfield) No respect at all.

[or is it me?]

Loud: JUST YOU.

[Froggo (Walking by): You don’t want me to answer that.]

Pule: Then don’t.

[(Rimshot courtesy of…Father Time? Rock on!)]

Toast: Dude!

[Loud Kiddingon approaches the camera]

Charity: I love it when my lover shows up.

(Loud blushes)

[FT: We now present a dramatic reenactment of]

Pule: Big Fat Baby farting.

[the close of the American Revolution. At this time]

Charity: (Father Time) Go to the bathroom. This may take long.

[please adjust the volume of your television set to its highest level]

Pule: How can we adjust the movie screen?

[(Whispering) Thank you. Loud: THE END!!!]

Loud: NO, MORE LIKE WE’RE CLOSED!

[Glass cracks and breaks.]

Toast: Probably because Loud broke a vase.

Loud: YOU CAN’T PROVE ANYTHING!

[Irs out,]

Charity: Who’s Iris? The lady from “The Flash”?

[but FT holds the circle open for a bit. FT: (Whispering) Thank you.]

Pule: Didn’t he already say that?

[Please re-adjust the volume settings on your television set to normal (Normal voice) Goodnight, everybody!]

Toast: Father Time the Yakko Warner.

[The end.]

All: Hurray!!

[Gag Credit: This episode copyright]

Charity: By the idiots of America.

[1999-2001 WB/ So There! Copyright 2001 R6.]

Loud: OH YEAH. LIKE HE OWNS THIS.

[Here is a scene]

All: D’oh!

[that is deleted from the story. Check it out also.]

All: No!

[After they dispensed with Pule,]

Pule: Hey!

[the kids settled down for]

Toast: Their long winter’s nap.

[the trip. Well, as settled down as they get.]

Charity: No pervert jokes, Pule.

Pule: What?

[Loud: I’d just like to know how]

Loud: DAFFY WON THE LAST BIG GAME.

[he got in here. Cho-Cho: Not me. Bob: You are correct sir. Charity: Well, maybe it’s his name.]

Charity: Or the fact he is annoying.

[Maybe if he was named something sounding like “push” instead of “pull”…]

Toast: Like pushed him out of this movie.

[(Notices everyone else’s skeptical looks) well, I don’t hear anyone else]

Loud: CRYING.

[coming up with theories. Loud (looking through]

Pule: Their stuff.

[the magazines): Cho-Cho! You can’t selling any]

Charity: Beer.

[magazines that date after 1999! It’s a good that I thought to look through them. Toast (also looking):]

Loud: PERVERT!

[Yeah, & there’s no way]

Toast: I am wearing a to-to.

[you’re selling my swimsuit issues! Cho-Cho: Okay. That’ll be three dollar please. Bob: Yes now.]

Toast: Uh, no now!

[Toast: No now.]

Toast: Dude, I like say that one second ago! This guy must be psychic!

Loud: (Nostradamus) SHUT UP!

[I already paid for them once. You’re not taking them & then]

Charity: Shred them to pieces.

[charging me to buy them back. You think you’re]

Pule: Kenneth Starr.

[the government? About this time Pule lands, hitting the drums with a perfect rimshot.]

Pule: Ow!

[Meanwhile, Loud & Toast are putting the not-so-old magazines in specially treated bags]

Charity: They aren’t that old.

[so that when the time machine shrinks]

Toast: The magazines wouldn’t.

[they won’t be negatively affected.]

Loud: TOO LATE!

[But Pepper has other things on her mind.]

Toast: Oh boy…

[Pepper: Toast?]

Charity; Or Pop Tarts.

[Toast: sigh What, Red?]

Pule: I thought her hair was orange.

[Pepper (pointing @ a certain magazine): Just be honest with me,]

Charity: (Pepper) You think I am cute?

[my precious pumpernickel;]

Toast: Pumpernickel?!

Everyone else: (laughs)

Toast: Not funny!

[what does Rachel Hunter have that I don’t? Toast: Uhh, Rod Stewart?]

Pule: Of the Daily Show?

[Charity (overhearing): Not anymore. Loud: When did they get divorced? Charity: I’m pretty sure]

Loud: RACHEL COMMITS SUICIDE!

[it was before ’99. By the way,]

Charity: Are you handsome?

Loud: SURE AM!

[where’s Froggo & Aka? Loud: They’re up front;]

(Pule about to say something when Charity hits him)

Pule: OW! Oh right, I will stop!

[someone has to pilot this thing.]

Toast: Not that fat bear again.

[Charity: I’ve been thinking, maybe we should go on a double date, the four of us.]

Loud: EXCEPT BECAUSE WE ARE ON THE SATELLITE, WE ARE ON A DOUBLE DATE ALL THE TIME!

[Loud: Hmm.]

Loud: NAH!

[Well, that’s something for all of us to think about. Just then, familiar voices come over the speakers. Froggo: Attention, please.]

Pule: You can’t be turned now by our service.

[Please ready yourselves for time travel.]

Toast: To Infinity and Beyond!

[Aka: Yeah, get your hineys strapped in & hold on]

Loud: TO YOUR BOYFRIENDS!

[tight. (Off speakers) Especially yours, Froggy. Froggo (off speakers): Aka, not now.]

All: (laughs)

[The others giggle or chuckle as they strap in for the trip.]

Charity: Geez, his psychic stuff is freaking me out.

[*******************************************************]

Pule: Geez, someone saying a long curse word?

[Later, after they land… Toast: Okay, dudes & dudettes,]

Loud: GET YOUR TICKETS!

[I’ve been here before]

Charity: What? To play Bingo?

[so believe me,]

Loud: NO!

[this is one of the biggest & busiest airports in the world.]

Toast: Next to the one in New York.

[We need to stay together, ‘cause it’s real easy to get]

Charity: Annoyed.

[lost in here. And I don’t know about you,]

Pule: Yes, he does.

[but it’s already too easy for me to get lost.]

Loud: IN THE DARK!

[Pepper: Oh, you’re so commanding, my cuddly crescent roll.]

All but Toast: (laughs)

Toast: Dude, this is torture.

[Toast: Uh, on second thought]

Charity: Forget it.

[someone has to call a cab]

Loud: CAB!

[Excuse me.]

Pule: Why? You fart?

[Just then,]

Charity: If anyone says Norm MacDonald again, I will beat him up!

Pule: You guy said Norm MacDonald now.

(Charity realizes this)

Charity: Crap.

[Loud notices Toast isn’t the only one]

Loud: WHO IS AN IDIOT.

Toast: Hey!

[who’s not with them. Loud: Hey, where’d Bob & Cho-Cho go?]

Toast: And Bert and Ernie? Where had they gone to?

[Charity: They’re over there selling]

Pule: Bubble gum.

[magazines. Loud: But we’re supposed to stay together. Aka: Loosen up Loudy. Froggy said we’re supposed to give this guy the full Histeria treatment; we gotta keep in practice.]

Charity: As usual.

[Froggo: I did? Aka: Yep. Just then, Toast returns.]

Loud: IT’S TOAST MAN!

[Toast: Okay, cab’s on the way. Let’s go outside & wait for it. Charity (as they’re walking): So what do you think, Loud?]

Charity: You think I am cute?

Loud: DARN I DO!

(They kissed again)

[We should stay in]

Pule: School.

[practice, shouldn’t we? Loud: Well, with my voice]

Toast: (Loud) I can break glass.

[I don’t need it, but the rest of you, why not? Just pick someone & have at him. By now they’ve reached]

Loud: THE END OF THE LINE!

[the taxi lane. Standing next to them,]

Toast: Is a very annoyed guy.

[also waiting for a taxi, is country singer, writer, musician & most of all]

Charity: A weirdo.

[comedian Ray Stevens, who had caught a]

Loud: COLD!

[flight in from Nashville & is waiting for a cab to take him]

Pule: Out of this movie.

[to the bus station for his trip to his old hometown of Hehira.]

Pule: He lives in Georgia?

Loud: LOOKS LIKE IT!

[They go into their act.]

Charity: Sister act, that is.

[Pepper: AHHA!]

Toast: It is a bug!

[It’s you it’s really you. Oh, I love your act,]

Pule: From Babes In Arms.

[I try to catch your show every time I go]

Charity: To bed.

[through Branson, can I please have your autograph,]

Loud: (Stevens) NO!

[oh please oh please??? Stevens: Uh, okay, don’t burst a blood vessel young lady.]

Toast: Too late, dude.

[(Signs, hands it back to her)]

Pule: I know what is coming.

[Pepper: Oh, thank you thank you tha-(looks) Hey! You’re not Yakov Smirnoff.]

Pule: The guy from Night Court?

[What a rip off.]

Loud: I AM CALLING THE COPS!

[Stomps to the other side of the group. Steven: Wha-?]

Charity: Stevens the Tim Allen.

[What did-?]

Toast: I do?

[Suddenly---and noisily---BFB enters the picture. Aka: Big fat baby needs a change.]

Charity: Doesn’t he ever?

[Stevens: What was your first clue?]

Loud: GO AWAY, STEVE!

[When’s the last time his diaper was changed anyway?]

Pule: Starring Drew Carey and Wayne Brady.

[Aka: Remember when John & Charles Wesley]

All: Who?

[did missionary work through Georgia?]

Pule: The Blues Brothers of America.

[Stevens: From 1735 to 1738?]

Toast: No, 1990 to now. Wake Up!

[Aka: Before that. Stevens: Eugh! (Notices Charity)]

Loud: HEY! GET YOUR OWN GIRLFRIEND!

Charity: Didn’t we overuse that joke?

[Something wrong, miss? Charity: I’m not happy. Stevens: Why?]

Charity: I am in this movie.

[Loud: She has a thing for]

Loud: ME!

[pecan custard, & it’s been what, half an hour since the last one? Stevens: Is that all?]

All: NAH!

[Young lady,]

Pule: You are grounded.

[you just happen to be in the great state of Georgia,]

Loud: IT ISN’T THAT GREAT.

[THE world headquarters for]

Toast: Quarters, dude.

[pecans. I’ll be right back.]

Charity: After these messages.

[He heads inside & to the restaurant.]

Toast: Of Burger King.

[As he’s ordering some pecan custards, Froggo runs up to him. Froggo: Pardon me]

Pule: You know where the bathroom is at?

[do you have a sheet of carbon paper & an inner tube? Stevens: Um, no. Froggo: NO? NOOO!!! AAAHHHHH!!!!! (Runs back out)]

Loud: WHAT DOES FROGGO WANT WITH THOSE?

Charity: Best not to ask, dear.

[Two minutes later, he’s back]

Pule: With a gun.

[with the custard, & Charity is happy. Stevens: Tell me something,]

Toast: Is Norm MacDonald annoying?

[what’s wrong with your friends?]

Charity: Well, Loud got pursued by a mad scientist, Froggo got over guilt, Aka almost left forever, Pepper is chasing Toast, Lucky Bob and Cho-Cho are having trouble selling stuff, and Pule got thrown out.

Pule: That hurts!

[Charity: Oh, they’re just crazy!]

Loud: LIKEWISE!

[Stevens: From what I’ve seen I agree with you, crazier than]

Charity: Jeff Foxworthy.

[a Mississippi squirrel.]

Loud: HUH?

[Charity: We’re the only sane ones here.]

Toast: Joke coming up.

[Stevens: True.]

Pule: False.

[Charity: By the way, didn’t I see you on a UFO with Elvis & Howard Hughes?]

Loud: WHAT? WHO AND WHO?

[Stevens: No! Oh, my ride’s here. A small shriner-style car has pulled up.]

Toast: And crashed into another car.

[Stevens jumps in & rides off, yelling “Don’t look Ethel! Coooooooyyyyy!!!”]

Charity: Who the heck is Coooooooyyyyy????

[Charity (again not happy): I guess I’m]

Pule: (Charity) In love with Loud.

[the only sane here, after all.]

Toast: If we call you sane that is.

[At that moment,]

Loud: THE MOVIE END!

[further conversation is cut short as their taxi arrives.]

Toast: Movie’s over.

Pule: Does this seem long to you guys?

Charity: Yep.

Loud: GO FIG!

(They got up and left the theater)

The End

Like it? I hope so! Please read and review.

Actually, I thoroughly enjoyed it. It was a fulfillment of a dream of mine to see some of my stuff get MSTied; there's this guy Spumoni over on the Hey Arnold! board who asked me if I'd like to have some of my stuff MSTied but he never got back to me on that, oh well. Yes, I did write parts of this, little parts, but parts nonetheless. To be specific, those last two little bits were mine (they were DELETED!? WHY?!? They could have worked, just do a little adjusting with that whole cab thingy). Also, from when Loud noticed the others out & about to when he went to look for Miss Info (which means the @ thing was MINE!, boobalah). Lessee, what else.
I see Pule has a low opinion of Kip; I guess they were rivals for Susanna Susquehanna after all. And we know who won that one, don't we?
Oh, those two new kids were Hunter Greene & Amellia Arden, courtesy of the guy now known as Dante.
You don't know who Ray Stevens is? Only the funniest person ever to be in country music, & that's saying something. Ahab the Arab. Harry the Hairy Ape. Guitarzan. The Streak (from whence comes 'Don't look, Ethel!'). And yes, there were some serious songs as well, like his remake of Misty, or Everything Is Beautiful, or the socially conscious Mr. Businessman. Then there was the stuff I reffed here. Actually, he was born & raised in Clarkdale GA; but he did mention Hehira in Shriners Convention. That's also where I got the Shriners car & 'Cooooooooyyyy!!!!' The plot of the song is the Illustrious Potentate of the Hehira Shriners chewing out Coy over his (mis-)behavior at the convention. I also reffed his songs The Mississippi Squirrel Revival & I Saw Elvis In a UFO (he was sitting there with Howard Hughes).
They don't know who the Wesleys were either? I have my work cut out for me. John & Charles Wesley were only the founders of the Methodist denomination, that's all. In my Adams & Jefferson fan ep, I'll include a chapter on the Great Awakening, & they'll be in it.
They know that I gave Loud that nightmare?!? I'm doomed, DOOMED I tell you! I shudder to think what will happen to me in future fics where I am. Well, they forgave robert for the 24 series; maybe I'll get off.
To sum up, I loved it, JusSonic. I invite you to spoof Loud's Halloween Nightmare sometime, maybe. Something to think about. Cya.