SETTING: ALL THE PALS ARE STYLING THEIR HAIR

McWAWA: MY HAIR IS IN THE SHAPE OF A PHONE. MAN WILL MY MOM BE PROUD.

THEN HE CALLED HIS MOM UP FROM HIS HAIR PHONE BUT SHE ACTUALLY HATED HIM.

ELROY BIGBIG: FOOLS. YOU CRAZY FOOLS. MY HAIRDOO HAS A PRISON INSIDE OF IT. NOW I CAN BRING MY SLAVES WITH ME WHEREVER I GO.

FITTY PRISONERS INSIDE HIS HAIR MOANED AS HE SAID THIS.

AGG-AGG: TIME FOR TIMMY! TIMMY! TIMMY! ICE!

MUSTARD MANIAC: MY HAIR IS AN EXACT REPLICA OF MY HAIR.

MICK-MICK: MY HAIRDOO IS THE HUBBLE SPACE TELESCOPE. T

HEY NOTICED 5 SCIENTISTS PEERING INTO HIS HAIR AND DISCOVERING PLANETS. THE PALS BEAT THEM UP CUZ THEY HATE NERDS.

CRU-CRU: ALL RIGHT STOP, COLLABORATE AND LISTEN.

PEOD-PEOD: HEY BUSTAS, PEEP THIS CREW THAT’S BUMPIN DOWN THE STREET!

THERE WAS A BLACK CAR DRIVING ON ITS ROOF COMING DOWN THE STREET. BASS WAS BUMPING FROM IT. OUT STEPPED ABE LINCOLN AND HE STARTED BREAK DANCING TO THE BEAT. HE HAD FROGS HOPPING ALL OVER HIM. ALL THE FROGS WINKED AT HIM SIMULTANEOUSLY.

PEE-BUTT: WELL THAT’S SOMETHING YA DON’T SEE EVERY DAY.

THEN ABE LINCOLN STARTED RAPPING IN LATIN THEN HE SLAPPED HIS BUTT AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT AND EVAPORATED.

PEE-BUTT: TSS! I’VE SEEN HIM DO THAT SO MANY TIMES ITS ABSURD.

SETTING: ALL THE PALS ARE STARVING DUDES. THEY ARE IN THE CAR.

MINGO MAL: RAD. LETS HIT UP DA BLOODBURGER DUDES!

PALS: YEAH! BURGERS!

MICK-MICK: WHO'S DRIVING THIS CAR?

THEY LOOKED AROUND AND NONE OF THEM WERE DRIVING. SOMEHOW THEY STILL ENDED UP AT BLOOD BURGER.

TAINTED TIM: PUKE.

RICHARD-RICHARD: OH MAGICAL CAR, DRIVE US TO THE DRIVETHROUGH. AND PLEASE LICK MY BUTT.

THEY WENT THROUGHT HE DRIVETHROUGH AND CAME UP TO THE ORDERING THING.

BLOOD DUDE: WELCOME TO BLOODBURGER, CAN I INTEREST YOU IN SOME BLOOD TODAY?

MEAT-MEAT: NO THANKS BUSTER, WE ARE ALL FILLED WITH BLOOD. BUT COULD WE PLEASE HAVE 5 BLOODBURGERS.

BLOOD DUDE: SUP G, PULL AHEAD PLEASE. ASSMASTER.

THEY CAME TO THE NEXT WINDOW. THEY FOUND THAT THE BLOOD DUDE HAD GREEN SKIN AND WAS WEARING A COONSKIN CAP. HE HAD NO TEETH, AND WAS CHEWING ON A MITTEN.

BLOOD DUDE: UMM, YOU DIDN'T ORDER ANY BURGERS. BUT THAT WILL BE 10 BUCKS.

THE PALS MOANED AND FORKED OVER THE BILLS. THEY DROVE BACK INTO THE DRIVETHROUGH.

POOPER: YA, COULD WE PLEASE GET 3 TEN DOLLAR BILLS.

BLOOD DUDE: YES, THE WILL COST 4 BURGERS AND 3 FRIES PLEASE.

THEY PULLED UP AND GAVE HIM THE FOOD AND RECEIVED THEIR MONEY.

RICARDO: DANGIT! RATS!

MONSTROUS PEE-PEE: MAN DO I HAVE TO PEEEEEEE!

HE EXPLODED.

PARTY WIZARD: OOOOOOH. OH, OH, OH.

KICKY-KICK: WE STILL NEED BURGERS

THEY DROVE BACK TO THE DRIVETHROUGH

SUPER-SUPER: YEAH COULD WE GET 7 BLOOD BURGERS AND FIVE FRIES.

BLOOD DUDE: THAT WILL BE SEVEN DOLLARS PULL AHEAD ASS CLOWN.

THEY PULLED UP TO THE WINDOW.

BLOOD DUDE: YEAH YOU DIDN’T ORDER ANY BURGERS, PLEASE PULL AHEAD.

THEY PULLED AHEAD AND THEIR CAR DROVE OFF A CLIFF AND THEY MELTED AS THEY BURNED IN A FIREY WRATH OF MUSTARD.