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Final Part: YOU OWE ME £200!
(All 5 are walking down the alleyway to Brain's car.)
Squit: So, tell me what happened again?
Pesto: I was looking at the cut on my dick. Pinky and Wakko were helping me out.
Brain: (confused) Sorry, they were helping you out?
Wakko: (embarrassed) Oh boy, here we go.
Pinky: (annoyed) Look, it's not what it sounds. Okay?
Squit: (teasing) 'Coz it sounds like you two were watching Pesto jerking himself off in the bathroom.
Pesto: Ayy, coo off! I wasn't jerking off, I was just rolling it around in my hands.
Squit: Okay, spare us the details.
Brain: Oh, fuck. What if Billie's getting off with that asshole?
Pinky: Don't cry, B. At least you can get your sneakers back.
Brain: What? (He looks back at the homeless guy he met before, as the homeless guy got Brain's sneakers covered in shit.)
Homeless Guy: Fucking beauty. I'll have that, you bastard.
Brain: (annoyed) Oh, wow. How the FUCK did this happen?!
Homeless Guy: What?
Brain: Oh, c'mon, man! You've only had them an hour!
Wakko: Maybe he's been out?
Squit: Technically, he's always out.
Brain: (furious) That's it, I'm done! Let's go! I've had enough! Standing sober in an alleyway stinking of piss and wearing a tramp's shoes was not what I had planned for this evening!
(They leave the alleyway where the club is.)
Squit: Out of interest, did you think it would go better or worse than this?
(Squit N/R: So the night was over and all we wanted to do now was get back in Brain's shitty car and go home, but until...)
Brain: Oh no.
(Brain and the others saw his car got clamped.)
Brain: Oh, fuck. Oh, fuckety fuck fucko! Ooh, shit. Fuck, how much money in British pounds have we got between us?!
Pinky: No, yo stupid-ass chose to park here. (laughs)
Brain: Goddamnit, Pinky! (looks at Squit) Squit?
Squit: Sorry, man. I don't have any pounds left. Getting in cleaned me out. The only thing is to have a Visa to exchange money, but I left mine at home.
Brain: So nobody has a Visa?
Pinky, Wakko and Pesto: Nope.
Brain: (angrily) Great, well we're fucked. We've got no Visas.
Squit: Dude, I really hate saying this but...I think you'll have to call your dad.
Brain: Are you fuckin' insane?! It's one in the morning. He's gonna go fucking ballistic.
Pesto: Unlock it, B. I'm freezing.
Squit: He loves you. Plus, you dad is the only one to have a Visa. I'm sure he'd rather come and get you than see you suffer.
(Brain sighed and went to call his dad from his phone.)
Brain: Dad, it's Brain. Brain! Don't panic, nothing's wrong. Just calm down. No, I'm not dead. Well, if I'm dead, how could I be talking to you?
(The delivery guy comes out of nowhere.)
Delivery Guy: Oi!
Squit: Fuck.
Delivery Guy: You owe me £200.
Brain: I'll call you back. (hangs up)
Squit: Sir, as I am sure you're aware, private clamping is illegal. In addition to that, it is a weekend...
Delivery Guy: I couldn't get my fucking van out.
Brain: Look, I've just called my dad and he'll...
Delivery Guy: I couldn't give a fuck. £200 NOW!
(They all screamed as they get in the car quickly.)
Brain: I don't have it!
Squit: We don't have it!
(The delivery guy shakes and bashes Brain's car)
Delivery Guy: I want £200! Can't you fucking read? No fucking parking! I missed all my fucking deliveries.
(Brain saw Billie walking.)
Brain: Billie! Billie!
Delivery Guy: Give me my fucking money now. I'm gonna fucking kill you unless you give me my fucking money?
Brain: Do you still want that lift?
Billie: Erm, no. I'm fine, thanks.
Brain: Okay, see ya in…2 days.
(Billie leaves.)
Squit: Dude, just tell your dad.
Brain: (sighed) Fine.
Delivery Guy: £200 £200! GAHHH! I'm gonna fucking kill you unless you give me my fucking money!
(Squit N/R: So we had successfully reinvented ourselves, but not as the boys who go clubbing. We were now the boys who freaked out girls,... (Dot: Yeah, would you stop staring at my tits, please?!) ...apologised a lot,... (Brain: Sorry, I'm really sorry.) ...wore tramp's shoes,... (Brain: Uhhh...they're a bit soggy. Homeless Guy: Aye, that'll be my piss.) ...and jerked off in public bathrooms. (Pesto: My D is cut!) And we agreed to never go clubbing in London ever again.)
Pesto: I think you've got a big problemo.
Brain: Oh, just shut up, Pesto!
Squit: Wow, you're really obsessed with that word.
Pesto: (confused) Whaddya mean by that?
Squit: What? Nothing, I just said you're really obsessed.
Pesto: (angrily) Oh, so what your sayin' that I'm an egotistical maniac who takes things too seriously to be annoying? That my range amuses you? Is that what your sayin'?!
Squit: No. I just said you're obsessed.
Pesto: I'm obsessed.
Squit: Yeah. That's what I'm saying.
(Then Pesto gets furious.)
Squit: (scared) Oh, for christ's sake.
Pesto: DAT'S IT! (then attacks Squit.) THIS IS ALL YA FAULT, YOU GOT US INTO DIS MESS!
Pinky: Ha, ha. Don't worry, Brain. Maybe y'all should try saying sorry over and over.
Wakko: Oh, sorry for parking like a retard.
(Pinky and Wakko laugh while Brain gets furious.)
Brain: Oh, just FUCK OFF!
THE END!
Hope you guys enjoyed this fan episode, I have been wanting to do this for a long time. If some makes an animation of this, it will be zany as FUCK! Thank ya, see yo lata! Peace.