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The plot to the Rescue 911 episode "Arlington"
Eight-year-old Laura Hollingsworth thought dat biiiiatch was trippin when she opened her eyes n' saw a playa standin over tha bed wit a glock pointed at her n' shit. Dat shiznit was up in Arlington, Texas, shortly before dawn on December 14, 1988, n' Laura n' her father, Dale, was asleep up in Dalez bed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Lauraz brother, fourteen-year-old Buddy, was asleep down tha hall. Unfortunately, Laura wasn't trippin.

Da intruder raised up Dale, forced his ass outta tha room at gunpoint, n' made his ass cut tha beeper wires. Laura lay up in bed, terrified, n' heard tha intruder yellin ta a accomplice. Laura screamed fo' her father, n' when da ruffneck didn't respond, she ran tha fuck into tha livin room n' found his ass on tha floor, scufflin wit tha robber n' shit. Laura raced ta tha beeper up in tha kitchen, where luckily tha wires had not yet been cut. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch dialed 911.

"Therez a playa up in mah house!" Lauraz voice quivered up in fear. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. "Dude broke up in wit a gun. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Dat punk threatening-" "I have five-o fools on tha way," responded Arlington Popo Department Dispatcher Valerie Nelson, whoz ass heard tha fightin up in tha background. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Stay on tha phone."

As five-o fools sped ta tha scene, Nelson dissed Laura yo, but between Lauraz panic n' tha commotion up in tha background, Nelson was unable ta make sense outta what tha fuck was happening. "Therez a glock n' a knife," screamed Laura up in tears. "Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck has tha knife?" axed Nelson. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "My fuckin brutha playa! Dude was goin ta bust a cap up in mah daddy if da ruffneck didn't tell his ass where his wallet was!"

Laura of course meant tha robber was goin ta bust a cap up in her daddy yo, but it came across ta Nelson as if Lauraz brutha n' daddy was fighting. "I be thinkin he gots tha muthafucka!" "Whoz gots tha muthafucka?" axed Nelson. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "My fuckin dad." "Yo crazy-ass daddy has-" "Buddy!" Laura let up a funky-ass blood-curdlin scream. "Whatz goin on?" "Oh, God, Buddy!" cried Laura hysterically. "Please!" Nelson heard a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass blasted fired. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Dude capped tha muthafucka!" cried Laura. "Yo crazy-ass daddy blasted tha burglar?" axed Nelson. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "Fuck dat shit, Buddy done did." "Yo crazy-ass brother?" "Dude blasted mah dad, too!"

As tha mad drama mounted, five-o fools responded ta what tha fuck they thought was a thugged-out domestic disturbance. Nelson holla'd at Laura ta open tha door fo' tha fools whoz ass stood outside wit glocks drawn. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. But Laura didn't trust tha dispatcher, n' Buddy thought tha five-o outside might straight-up be tha robberz accomplices. Da fools could peep Buddyz silhouette inside tha crib yo. Dude was holdin a rifle yo, but tha fools didn't realize da thug was a scared fourteen-year-old protectin his dirty ass n' his fuckin lil sister.

"I need yo' help," Nelson holla'd at Laura sternly. "It aint nuthin but tha five-o outside. Yo ass betta git all up in tha door?" "No," replied Laura. "It aint nuthin but tha phat playas outside!" urged Nelson. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "Tell Buddy ta come ta tha phone." Nelson desperately explained ta Buddy dat tha five-o was afraid of him, dat dat schmoooove muthafucka had ta come up before rescuers could safely git inside ta help his wounded daddy n' shit. Finally Buddy dropped tha rifle n' came out, followed by Laura. Officers handcuffed Buddy, unaware dat he'd just saved his wild lil' fatherz game by cappin' tha robber wit his wild lil' fatherz hustlin rifle.

Buddy was quickly busted out from custody. Dizzy recovered from tha stab woundz inflicted by tha eighteen-year-old robber, Douglas Spencer Collins. But tha accomplice was never found. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dizzy n' his crew never dropped another night up in they house. "Ugh, what tha fuck a cold-ass lil call," recalls dispatcher Nelson.

"If I had dem calls everyday, I could not do dis thang. Yo ass realize how tha fuck close they came ta losin it all. I literally didn't own anythang of value dat I would miss mo' than a half-minute," say Dizzy sadly. "I git upset thankin bout dis shit. I gots all cut up yo, but, jeez, you know, I didn't want mah kid ta bust a cap up in some muthafucka." "For tha rest of mah game I be bout ta always remember tha dizzle dis happened," say Buddy. "It'll depend on tha thang all up in tha time if I be bout ta feel aiiight we kickin it, or I be bout ta feel fucked up dat it happened."

Nelson feels dat tha key ta tha successful outcome was Laura. Despite her terror, dat freaky freaky biatch had tha presence of mind ta 911 n' managed ta remain calm n' relay events over tha phone. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Says Dale, "If Laura hadn't called 911, if Buddy hadn't intervened, if tha dispatcher hadn't known how tha fuck ta do her thang, I would be dead as fuckin fried chicken. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. And I feel mah lil pimps would be, like a muthafucka."

The plot to the Rescue 911 episode "Conrail Train"
Ramsey, New Jersey is tha kind of hood where not a god damn thang much eva happens. But on May 1, 1989, suttin' frightenin did hommie! Conductor Anthony Falzo was on a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass short hall from New York ta New Jersey wit his wild lil' fuckin engineer, Slick Rick Campana. "Our thugged-out asses had nineteen loaded rides n' one engine. Us thugs was eastsidebound on New Jersey Transit approachin Ramsey," rethugz Richard.

Kate Pritchard was just returnin home from bustin errandz up in town. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was bustin a funky-ass black hoodie n' white pants, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. "My fuckin usual deal on Mondizzle mornings was ta do mah grocery hustlin. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So I packed tha lil playas up in tha car, we went ta tha grocery store, n' then came home. I guess dat shiznit was on some quarta ta 11:00 when we came home," her big-ass booty holla'd.

When Kate n' her homeboy, Gary, was lookin fo' a safe hood up in which ta raise a cold-ass lil crew, dis place had seemed perfect. "We live up in a cold-ass lil cul-de-sac wit many, nuff children, n' they always playin up there knowin dat they not allowed up in tha woodz n' dat they not allowed ta even go near tha train tracks at all!" recalls Kate.

Kate trusted her three-year-old son, Todd, ta look afta his one-and-a-half-year-old brother, Scott, while dat dunkadelic hoe took tha groceries tha fuck into tha house. "Therez such a dunkadelic difference between these two thugs. Todd has always been straight-up cautious n' mo' intense. I mean, eva since da thug was lil, if you holla'd at him, 'Don't bust a nut on dat cuz you gonna be hurt if you do,' da thug wouldn't fo' realz. And then there be a Scott. I be thinkin if I had Scott first, I probably wouldn't have had another one until da thug was up in college biaaatch! Dat punk fearless, he just basically fearless," declared Kate matter-of-factly.

Da tracks is temptingly close, less than 300 feet from tha Pritchard crew home biaaatch! While Kate was unloadin tha groceries n' brangin dem tha fuck into tha house, Todd n' Scott was instructed ta stay near tha driveway n' play. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch could hear tha distant blast of a train whistle, presumably a Amtrak or possibly a Passenger Express locomotive. "We'd always had a gangbangin' fear of tha tracks. In tha back of yo' mind, you would think, 'God, I just hope these lil playas learn dat they should never go there!'" rethugz Kate.

But on dis morning, they done did. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Todd n' Scott made they way all up in tha woodz ta play on tha tracks just beyond. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! As Anthony n' Slick Rick made they way tha fuck into Ramsey, tha sound of tha speedin train caught tha attention of tha thugs fo' realz. Afta makin they way all up in tha trees, they climbed ta tha top of tha steep roadbed, knelt down along tha tracks, n' fuckin started ta fuck wit they toy rides n' trucks.

Meanwhile, tha train was chuggin along down tha railway at a speed of 40 milez per hour. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. "I saw suttin' movin n' it moved like suttin' kickin it, not like wind blowin something. Whatever it was, we was bout ta hit dat shiznit son!" holla'd Richard. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Within secondz of seein dat dat shiznit was two children, Slick Rick slammed down on tha emergency brakes n' blew tha train whistle at full juice playa! Da whistlez blast n' Anthonyz lyrics blew up like a muthafucka all up in tha same time: "Kidz on tha track!" "When tha engineer just let his hand down on dat train whistle n' it just kept blowing, I just had dis wack gut feelin dat suttin' was definitely wack wit tha thugs," holla'd Kate sadly.

Anthony sprang all up in tha cab door onto a narrow hustlin board six feet above tha wheels n' raced ta tha front of tha swayin train. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Climbin quickly down a steel ladder, he paused all up in tha bottom, two feet above tha roadbed flashin by. Now his schmoooove ass could clearly peep tha two children, whoz ass was chillin alongside tha rail fo' realz. Anthony waved wildly yo, but they could barely hear his voice over tha bangin whistle. "Git away dawwwwg! Git away!" yelled Anthony frantically.

Kate rethugz hustlin toward tha tracks from tha driveway. "I couldn't git up there fast enough cause I gots dem finger-lickin' chickens wit tha siz-auce. Those hairy-ass legz of mine just wouldn't move fast enough cause I gots dem finger-lickin' chickens wit tha siz-auce. I gots ta tha end of tha driveway n' tha whole time, I was beatboxin up fo' Todd. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I was just beatboxin his name," she recalls.

Anthony lost view from tha front of tha engine n' couldn't peep up in front of his muthafuckin ass. Da wide snow plow on tha front of tha train had only 12 inchez of clearance. Even wit tha brakes on, tha weight of tha 250-ton train carried it mo' than a hundred feet past where tha thugs was playin on tha tracks. "As soon as it stopped, I jumped off ta peep what tha fuck had happened n' if Tony was all right. I thought, 'That lil pimp was capped,'" holla'd Richard.

Anthony holla'd at Slick Rick ta booty-call a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dispatcher n' dat they needed five-o n' a ambulance, n' Slick Rick agreed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "I just remember seein tha snow plow hit tha smallest lil pimp up in tha head. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Automatically, I be thinking, 'Dat punk havin severe head fuck-ups,'" holla'd Anthony sadly. Meanwhile, Todd was jumpin up n' down on tha railway, bustin up like a biatch hysterically. "Oh mah God, what tha fuck happened?!" axed Kate frantically.

Anthony twisted ta grill her n' shit. "Ma'am," da perved-out muthafucka holla'd up in a cold-ass lil calm voice, "go back ta yo' house. Call tha five-o n' ambulance." Kate, only half hearin him, extended her arms ta take Scott fo' realz. Anthony was rappin again, mo' sharply, "Ma'am, listen! Go ta yo' doggy den n' call tha police-call a ambulance. Go!"

At 11:05am, Katez call fo' help came in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Fifteen-year veteran Glenn Carpovich was tha straight-up original gangsta respondin fool on tha scene. "When I heard tha call, I expected tha worst. Normally, a thug involved wit a train ta any degree be a gangbangin' fatal accident," he explained.

Afta Kate made tha call, she reached Gary via his beeper n' shit. "I dialed mah homeboy, n' I holla'd, 'Scottz been hit by a train. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Just git home as fast as you can.' I did not know tha dark shiznit of what tha fuck state Scott was in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Blood was comin outta his nose, his crazy-ass grill, n' tha top of his head. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Anthony holla'd, 'We need ta git you ta tha hospitizzle.' And I holla'd, 'Please just wait all dem mo' minutes fo' mah homeboy.' Knowin dat if he gots there n' saw our asses gone, tha skanky muthafucka would've just fallen apart son! I wanted his ass there wit me," her big-ass booty holla'd tearfully.

Welcome to LazyTown
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The plot to the Rescue 911 episode "Train Track Hero"
Robert Jost was headed ta tha intersection of Palmetto Park on dat fateful dizzle up in 1994 n' was 100 feet fo' tha train tracks fo' realz. As da thug was bout ta turn towardz tha tracks dat schmoooove muthafucka heard tha whistle of tha locomotizzle on some mile away.

Bout tha same time tha Vegas was approachin tha intersection up in tha opposite direction. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. They could also hear tha train approachin fo' realz. At tha last minute rides was speedin all up in tha intersection when tha gates come down trappin Joanne whoz ass was up in tha lead hoopty on tha tracks fo' realz. A pile-up happened n' tha hoopty behind Joanne rear ended n' pushed her all up in tha gate.

By dis time tha train was already up in emergency n' speedin towardz tha crossing. Louis gets outta his hoopty n' headz fo' tha crossin ta extract Joanne yo. Dude manages ta git tha hoopty door open, release Joannez seat belt, gets her tha fuck into a hug, n' rolls outta tha way. Fifteen secondz lata tha train barreled all up in tha crossin n' totaled Joannez car.

Robert gots on tha beeper n' called 911. Eight minutes lata tha Boca Raton Fire Department arrived n' treated Joanne n' took her ta tha hospitizzle. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch sustained minor fuck-ups ta her neck, back, n' shoulder n' shiznit fo' realz. Afta realizin dat tha fuck-ups was not fatal dat biiiiatch was busted out dat same day.

Weeks afta tha accident Joanne invited tha Vegas over ta her place fo' a jam n' they gots betta acquainted of each other but they still remember dat fateful dizzle when Joannez game was almost lost all up in tha deal wit a speedin train.

Louis went back ta school n' was lata certified fo' rescue work yo. Dude is up in tha right place all up in tha right time yo. His son, Alex, even compared his ass ta tha Red Ranger from Juice Rangers.

Don't Forget Your Umbrella
I be goin ta run away!

We bout ta find you, nahmean biiiatch, biatch? We know all yo' "secret" hidin spots!

But if, if, if I go outside?

Don't forget yo' umbrella!

The plot for the Rescue 911 episode "Boxcar Boy"
Wanda Determan was up in da crib watchin her sons. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch had hit dat shiznit late dat dizzle n' went ta chill before tha start of her shift at a gangbangin' factory. That dizzle Steven n' his wild lil' playas, Eric n' Jeremy, went ta play up in tha creek. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Steven wanted ta peep what tha fuck was on tha other side of tha hill. Da thugs came up on railroad tracks. Little did they know they was outside of Avon Yard which is CSX Transportz phattest facilitizzle up in Indiana.

On dis dizzle a local was bein made up ta serve up some rides ta a grainery outside of Lafayette, tha emptizzles was bein picked up at Avon n' a sidin outside tha yard fo' delivery. Da thugs climbed onto tha train, tha engineer blew tha whistle, n' tha local pulled outta tha yard wit Steven inside dat shit. Eric n' Jeremy jumped off n' headed home while Steven went down tha manhole tha fuck into tha hoopty n' there he remained fo' three minutes wit not a god damn thang ta smoke but grain seedz which was all up in tha bottom of tha car.

Back up in Indianapolis Wanda raised up n' axed her son, Thomas, whoz ass was bustin his homework, where Steven was yo. Dude holla'd dat schmoooove muthafucka had not peeped him, a Amber Alert was activated, n' they started searchin fo' his muthafuckin ass.

Meanwhile, back on tha train, Steven was headed ta Lafayette. Da next dizzle tha search fuckin started tha five-o searched tha streets while tha two regionals n' tha four class one railroadz searched tha yardz but they did not find Steven or his cold-ass train. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Jeremy n' Eric came forward but they did not tell tha five-o dat they broke tha fuck into Avon Yard. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da K9s was also dispatched n' a cold-ass lil chopper searched Avon Yard fo' 50 miles.

On tha third dizzle Steven n' his cold-ass train arrived up in Lafayette n' stopped at a grain elevator yo. Dude was up in shiznit cuz tha engine was goin ta set tha rides out, load dem wit grain, n' head back ta Avon Yard wit his ass up in dem wild-ass muthafuckas.

Nearby Linda Yost n' her grandson, Joey, was bustin tha same thang. "Dat shiznit was on dat mornin dat we was chillin down wit our babysittas watchin Thomas Da Tank Engine. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Suddenly Joey heard noises. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Steven shouted, 'Help! Git me outta here biaaatch! They is loadin tha train!,'" Linda holla'd. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Joey holla'd tha train was poppin' off n' she knew somthang was wrong. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch called 911 n' tha five-o arrived all dem minutes lata ta extract Steven from tha train. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Dude holla'd da thug was hungry, thirsty, cold, n' scared but da thug was fine. Joey was given tha Junior Officer Badge by tha five-o fo' savin Stevenz game. Days lata Joey, Linda, Steven, n' tha rescuers kicked it wit up wit Stevenz crew.

The plot for the Rescue 911 episode "Motel Hostage"
On September 13, 1989, Agnes White was hustlin her thang as tha desk clerk all up in tha Red Roof Inn up in Richmond, Virginia, when two lil' pimps strutted tha fuck into tha lobby n' axed fo' thang applications. Vince Lubrano, tha manager, heard dem from his crib while on tha phone yo. Dude holla'd all up in tha thug on tha other line dat he'll call dem back yo. Dude gots straight-up trippin cuz dat schmoooove muthafucka heard on tha shizzle bout robberies dat was goin' down when tha suspects axed fo' thang applications. They had no help wanted adz up in tha paper or any thang openings fo' realz. Agnes gave tha pimps tha applications. Vince strutted passed tha lobby ta investigate. Da pimps looked at his ass n' holla'd wassup yo, but he kept on goin yo. Dude went outside n' saw a funky-ass blue hoopty parked by a room dat was rented by a regular hommie but was not tha guestz hoopty yo. Dude saw dat it had a Pennsylvania license plate n' knew dat tha pimps weren't thang applicants yo. Dude holla'd all up in tha housekeeper dat they was robbin tha lobby yo. Dude unlocked a room wit a special key n' called 911.

Vince holla'd all up in tha dispatcher dat they inn was bein robbed n' dat a location up in Hampton had gotten robbed by tha same suspects all dem minutes earlier n' shit. Back up in tha lobby, tha suspects holla'd they wanted ta work there full time. Da housekeeper also called 911. Officer Allan Milez n' Sgt. Roger Burke responded. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Milez was much closer n' shit. Da suspects was holdin Agnes at gunpoint when he pulled in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. One suspect gots up n' Milez chased his muthafuckin ass. They ran ta a parkin lot wit fuckin shitloadz of playas around. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da suspect tried ta hijack a truck n' scared tha driver away. Milez couldn't blast cuz da thug was afraid dat he might hit or bust a cap up in one of mah thugs other than tha suspect.

Vince called Agnes from tha lobby n' dat dunkadelic hoe holla'd at his ass dat tha suspects had guns. Milez continued ta chase tha suspect whoz ass pointed his wild lil' freakadelic glock at his muthafuckin ass. Milez yelled fo' tha suspect ta drop it yo, but he gots away. Then da thug was spotted hustlin by railroad tracks by Burke. Burke gots outta his hoopty n' started chasin his muthafuckin ass. Burke repeatedly holla'd at his ass ta drop his wild lil' freakadelic glock yo, but he kept on going. Meanwhile tha other suspect took Agnes hostage fo' realz. At a gas station across tha street, manager Herb Watas holla'd at one of mah thugs ta booty-call 911. They holla'd all up in tha dispatcher dat tha suspect took Agnes hostage n' where they was going. Burke was still chasin tha suspect. Then he gave up n' slowed down. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. When Milez found Burke arrestin tha suspect, Detectizzle Mark Segal arrived up in a unmarked car. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Milez was outta breath yo. Dude holla'd at Segal ta go back ta tha inn n' arrest tha second suspect. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Segal went back ta tha inn n' Herb holla'd at his ass where they went.

Segal n' another fool gots on Interstate 95 n' eventually found tha hoopty yo. Dude holla'd at Agnes ta stop dat shit. Da suspect holla'd ta ignore his ass yo, but Segal stopped his hoopty up in front of tha suspectz hoopty n' holla'd at his ass ta drop his wild lil' freakadelic gun. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Then tha suspect pointed his wild lil' freakadelic glock at Segal, whoz ass blasted his ass all up in tha windshield. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Agnes gots a cold-ass lil cut on her arm from tha glass when tha suspect was shot. Da suspect, 20-year-old Daryl Webb, was taken ta tha hospitizzle by helicopta wit four gunshot woundz ta tha chest yo. Dude n' his thugged-out accomplice, 21-year-old Frederick Ferrell, both of Durham, Uptown Carolina, was charged wit abduction n' robbery, convicted, n' busted ta prison.

Agnes n' her lil hustla wanted ta give props ta Segal fo' savin her game.

It's a Brand New Day!
Gather 'round n' sit right down

Doesn't matta whoz ass you next to

We a shitload tha same yo, but wit different names

And there be a all kindsa muthafuckin thangs dat we gonna do

Yo ass might feel a lil bit shy

But we all feel dat way sometimes

It aint nuthin but a freshly smoked up adventure

It aint nuthin but a funky-ass brand freshly smoked up day

Anythang can happen when our slick asses laugh n' we play

Yo, wuz crackalackin', biatch? Yo ass is smokin dis brand freshly smoked up day

It aint nuthin but a freshly smoked up adventure

It aint nuthin but a funky-ass brand freshly smoked up day

Anythang can happen, when our slick asses laugh n' we play

Yo, wuz crackalackin', biatch? Yo ass is smokin dis brand freshly smoked up day.

The plot for the Rescue 911 episode "911 Yellow Cab"
For 12 years, Bob n' Doris Hart lived up in tha same doggy den up in Indianapolis, Indiana. On tha mornin of March 28th, 1991, shortly afta 7:00, one of mah thugs was knockin on they door while Doris was takin a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shower n' Bob was still up in bed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Doris holla'd at Bob ta answer it yo. Dude gots outta bed n' went downstairs yo. Dude answered tha door n' kicked it wit a playa bustin a funky-ass basebizzle cap dat holla'd, "Police." Da playa axed ta drop a rhyme ta Bob n' Doris' son, Dizzy yo, but Bob holla'd at his ass dat Dizzy moved away. Then tha playa axed if his schmoooove ass can come up in n' cook up a funky-ass beeper call n' Bob agreed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! But tha playa pulled up a glock n' held Bob at gunpoint. Doris heard tha shoutin from upstairs n' locked tha bedroom door. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Da suspect was accompanied by a maxed gunman whoz ass also entered tha house. They was spittin some lyrics ta Bob dat they was afta Dizzy whoz ass owed dem scrilla.

Doris called 911 n' holla'd all up in tha dispatcher they was bein robbed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da maxed suspect broke tha fuck into tha bedroom n' beat down her n' shit. Dispatcher Mike O'Dizzle took over tha call yo. Dude holla'd dat dat schmoooove muthafucka had robbery calls before yo, but never like dis one.

Sheriffz Deputy Ted Cassidy, whoz ass was closer ta tha house, responded. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dude was rollin straight-up slow ta look fo' it when tha suspects' hoopty pulled up n' started ta lead his ass on a wild chase yo. Dude was scared dat his thugged-out lil' patrol hoopty would crash n' dat da thug would git capped. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! While tha chase resumed, one suspect jumped outta tha hoopty while dat shiznit was movin n' ran off. Cassidy holla'd dat da perved-out muthafucka saw shiznit like dat up in tha pornos yo, but never up in real game. Dat shiznit was also a school dizzle n' lil playas was boardin tha school buses. Cassidy was straight-up scared n' had visionz of tha suspect hittin or cappin' any of tha lil playas whoz ass gots up in his way yo. Dude crashed tha fuck into a sign n' Cassidy arrested his muthafuckin ass. O'Dizzle hollared when he gots taken tha fuck into custody. Cassidy went ta look fo' tha second suspect.

Indianapolis Popo n' K9 units was lookin fo' tha second suspect whoz ass had just robbed a YMCA. They called O'Dizzle n' holla'd at his ass dat dat schmoooove muthafucka had robbed dem wild-ass muthafuckas. Cassidy went ta tha dispatch centa ta help O'Dizzle git tha five-o n' sheriffz deputizzles ta arrest tha suspect. Da YMCA holla'd at O'Dizzle dat he escaped up in a yellow cab yo. Dude called tha cab company n' axed where tha one dat left tha YMCA was headin to. Its number was 518 n' Cassidy n' O'Dizzle was waitin fo' a response from cab driver Bernard Lewis. They called his hoopty phone yo. Dude answered n' O'Dizzle axed his ass where they were, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Da five-o n' sheriffz deputizzles responded ta tha call. Officer Ron Busy saw tha cab, stopped it, n' arrested tha suspect. Cassidy, O'Day, n' tha other dispatchers all hollared when Busy caught his muthafuckin ass. Both pleaded guilty ta burglary n' was sentenced ta 15 muthafuckin years on lockdown.

Bob n' Doris went on wit they lives, put intercoms on they front door, n' was aiiight fo' Cassidy, tha sheriffz deputies, n' tha five-o fo' savin they lives.

The plot for the Rescue 911 episode "Sister Save"
On November 29, 1989, Dizzy n' Cynthia Cargill left they two daughters, eight-year-old Kate n' six-year-old Erin, up in tha care of a funky-ass babysitta overnight fo' tha last time. But they had no reason ta be worried on dat on tha down-low night up in Dallas, Texas.

Dizzy holla'd all up in tha hoes ta be good, be up in bed by 8:00, busted dem phat night, holla'd dat he loved them, n' left. "That evenin we axed tha sitta ta stay dat night cuz mah homeboy always skits basketbizzle on Wednesdizzle nights, n' dat particular night dat schmoooove muthafucka had ta git all up in work early. We knew da thug wasn't goin ta be home dat evenin n' I was outta hood on bidnizz dat evening, so our crazy asses had ta git a sitter n' shit. Dat shiznit was hard as fuck fo' me as far as bustin that," holla'd Cynthia. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was apprehensive bout leavin her lil pimps up in tha care of one of mah thugs.

Kate, Erin, n' tha babysitta peeped TV fo' a while fo' realz. Around 8pm, tha babysitta had tha hoes git locked n loaded fo' bed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Kate n' Erin was chillin up in tha same room together, which was normally Erinz room yo, but since tha babysitta was stayin dat night, dat biiiiatch was goin ta chill up in Katez room," holla'd Cynthia. Da babysitta put tha hoes ta bed, tucked dem in, n' apparently shut they bedroom door so dat biiiiatch wouldn't disturb dem cuz dat biiiiatch wanted ta stay up n' peep televizzle.

Lata dat night, a gangbangin' fire broke up in tha den. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da Cargills had checked they smoke alarm just two weeks before yo, but on dat night, it didn't work. Da fire gots so big-ass dat it blasted tha windows, breakin dem n' triggerin tha burglar alarm, awakenin tha babysitter n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch gots off tha couch, ran ta tha den, n' screamed, "Oh, mah God!" all up in tha sight of tha fire. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch then screamed tha girls' names, n' Kate, hearin tha alarm go off, gots outta bed, saw smoke comin up in all up in tha door, n' touched tha handle, which was hot. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch yelled at Erin ta wake up, crawled beneath tha smoke ta tha window, n' tried breakin it wit her hand yo, but dat thugged-out biiiatch couldn't. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch screamed as bangin as dat thugged-out biiiatch could fo' mah playas ta help.

A passerby noticed tha blaze n' ran ta a nearby doggy den where da thug woke Dwight Bookout. "Our thugged-out asses heard a poundin on tha door, n' by dis time tha smell was overwhelming. Da fire was rapidly gettin outta control." Dwight called Gay Patrick n' axed her ta booty-call 911 n' git assistizzle as quickly as possible yo. Dude knew tha hoes was up in tha doggy den n' his crazy-ass muthafuckin immediate concern was, "My fuckin God, where is tha children?!" Gayz call fo' help came up in at 12:54am. "I thought, 'How tha fuck could dis be happening?' It didn't seem like dat shiznit was real; I thought I was havin a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shitty-ass dream," holla'd Gay. "Dat shiznit was one of dem thangs where you hope fo' a miracle". Emergency units from tha Dallas Fire Department was immediately dispatched. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Fire investigator Tomothy Owen was also busted ta tha scene. "Anytime you gotz a gangbangin' fire up in tha house, lil pimps will intend ta hide from it," he recalled.

Meanwhile, Kate knew she needed suttin' hard ta break tha window up in order ta git out, which she hustled up in school. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch found a nearby chair, grabbed it, n' used it ta break tha window. Even when Kate broke tha glass, tha screen kept her n' Erin trapped inside. Da babysitta heard Katez cries fo' help, took off tha screen, n' gots her out. They then ran ta tha middle of tha yard yo, but Erin was missing. Kate ran back ta tha window ta git her, n' by tha time dat thugged-out biiiatch climbed out, tha entire doggy den was up in flames.

Da fire trucks was all up in tha scene within seven minutes, lead by captain Bizzle Crawford. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "By tha time we'd gotten ta tha house, dat shiznit was straight-up burning," he remembered. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Da glass had blew up like a muthafucka up in tha front part of tha house, n' there was flames everywhere, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. It aint nuthin but a miracle dat tha sistas escaped from they home, n' if dis lil' hoe had never followed tha presence of mind ta follow tha instructions dat freaky freaky biatch had hustled, then they wouldn't have made dat shit." Da hoes n' tha babysitta could only peep tha doggy den bein fucked wit by tha fire up in terror n' sadness. Later, Dizzy n' Cynthia was called by tha five-o ta rush home as quickly as possible.

"Kate was able ta do tha right thang, n' dat was just fine," continued Owen. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "Bitch didn't gotta go back up in ta git her sister, which hit dat shiznit up pimped out up in dis case. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat dis aint tha aiiight thang; once you outta a funky-ass burnin building, stay up n' don't go back in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Muthafuckas dat go back tha fuck into burnin buildings probably can't escape kickin it." "Dat shiznit was such a cold-ass lil close call," explained Cynthia. "We poppin' off bout if dat shiznit was delayed no mo', or had Katherine opened tha bedroom door, they would done been capped immediately."

Da Cargills went ta tha joint of they burned-down doggy den n' looked at dat shit. Dizzy found a shitload of Katez schoolwork among tha ashes. "Da fire hustlin dat tha lil pimps had was like up in depth. By our asses instillin up in Kate n' Erin what tha fuck need ta happen ta git theyselves outta tha fire, it saved they lives. I just can't say enough bout fire ejaculation, as far as up in tha schools n' what tha fuck tha fire department do," he explained. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Da thought of losin tha lil pimps is still like frightenin ta us. It aint nuthin but suttin' I be bout ta be thinkin bout fo' like a long-ass time."

Investigators determined dat tha fire was caused by faulty wirin up in tha den. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Three months later, tha Cargills fuckin started puttin tha piecez of they game back together n' tried ta erase tha memory of dat near tragic night. "We lost every last muthafuckin thang n' it soundz kind of corny yo, but you realize dat game is short. Well shiiiit, it make you just straight-up take time ta trip off game cuz it could be over up in a matta of seconds," holla'd Cynthia.

Although Kate received awardz fo' her heroism, she joints most of tha praise from her peers. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch read lettas from dem playas whoz ass saw her picture up in tha newspaper n' shit. "Every once up in a while, I be bout ta take a thugged-out deep breath n' just realize how tha fuck close we came ta losin our children; dat make all tha difference up in tha ghetto cuz not a god damn thang else straight-up matters," holla'd Cynthia. Kate straight-up was a hero.

The plot for the Rescue 911 episode "Teen Hides From Intruders"
Around 7am on July 9, 1993, up in Surrey, British Columbia, Canada, Ruth Kerr headed ta work, leavin her daughter, Sharon, home ridin' solo fo' only tha third or fourth time. "Dat shiznit was a unusual thang yo, but dat biiiiatch was 13. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So dat dunkadelic hoe thought dat dat thugged-out biiiatch could be on her own up in da crib aiiight," rethugz Ruth.

Around 2pm, Shazzle suddenly heard one of mah thugs persistently knockin on tha door n' repeatedly ringin tha doorbell. In tha middle of all dis commotion, tha crew dog, Courtney, was barkin all muthafuckin day. It make me wanna hollar playa! When Shazzle went ta tha door, her big-ass booty saw a muthafucka n' hoe whoz ass her dope ass didn’t recognize. Da knockin n' ringin continued fo' all dem minutes. Then, assumin there was no muthafucka home, they kicked tha door down. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Shazzle frantically grabbed tha cordless phone, ran tha fuck into her bedroom, n' called 911 fo' realz. As dat dunkadelic hoe talked on tha phone, Shazzle hid beside her wata bed.

Da call was answered by RCMP Communications operator Jaqui Spoor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. "They’re dem heart-stoppin seconds, when you know suttin' is straight-up wrong yo. Her lil voice was reachin up fo' one of mah thugs n' there’s no time fo' anythang except ta reach back tha fuck into dat beeper n' tell her you’re there," holla'd Jaqui. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Shazzle explained dat her dope ass didn’t know whoz ass tha intrudaz was n' while poppin' off ta Jaqui dat freaky freaky biatch had ta keep her voice down ta a whisper so they wouldn’t hear her n' shit. "Bitch was petrified needed ta be protected. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time fo' realz. At dat point, dat biiiiatch was like one of mah own lil pimps bustin up like a biatch up fo' help," rethugz Jaqui.

Jaqui assured Shazzle up in a cold-ass lil calm voice dat dat biiiiatch would stay on tha line wit her n' shit. "If they saw her n' went fo' her, I didn’t know if dat thugged-out biiiatch could straight-up run n' git away. I didn’t know if dat biiiiatch was goin ta be badly hurt or even capped," recalls Jaqui. When she axed if there was one intruder, Jaqui heard Shazzle say dat there was two. "Somethang was changin up in tha room, tha dawg was suddenly barkin a lot," holla'd Jaqui. Jaqui then holla'd at Shazzle ta ignore Courtney yo, but dat thugged-out biiiatch couldn’t answer as tha barkin made her freeze up in her tracks. "In mah mind, dat biiiiatch was frozen, n' dat biiiiatch was up in shock. I was straight-up hella worried," rethugz Jaqui.

When Jaqui axed Shazzle where tha intrudaz were, she, scared outta her mind, holla'd at her they was up in tha room wit her n' shit. Jaqui holla'd at her ta stay still n' not say anything. "I was shocked. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! They was up in tha room wit her n' shit. I heard playas bein beaten on tha phone. I know what tha fuck dat soundz like n' what tha fuck it feels like inside, n' I didn’t need dis goin' down ta dat lil girl," holla'd Jaqui.

Royal Canuck Mounted Popo constable Mike Lavitizzle was among dem respondin ta tha call. "We’re within a cold-ass lil couple minutes. What if they find tha hoe hidin at dis point, biatch? Do our crazy asses gotz a hostage thang?" holla'd Mike. Jaqui was still poppin' off ta Shazzle on tha phone, n' axed her why dat dunkadelic hoe thought tha intrudaz saw her n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch assured her dat they didn’t know dat biiiiatch was on tha beeper n' dat her dope ass didn’t peep any weapons. "I’m straight-up torn, so check it before ya wreck it. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I need ta know what tha fuck our fools is up against when they reach tha scene. But tha problem wit askin thangs is, she’s goin ta answer dem n' possibly give her muthafuckin ass away," holla'd Jaqui.

Jaqui assured Shazzle dat tha five-o had arrived at her doggy den n' holla'd at her not ta move, so tha suspects wouldn’t peep her n' shit. "I observed one of tha culprits struttin towardz they vehicle. Dat shiznit was full of jacked property yo. Her associate was all up in tha door, n' as soon as da perved-out muthafucka saw our asses coming, da thug went hustlin back all up in tha house," rethugz Mike yo. Dude n' his thugged-out lil' partner ran afta tha two criminals n' proceeded ta handcuff dem wild-ass muthafuckas. "I saw tha same fellow tryin ta act nonchalant, as though dat schmoooove muthafucka had not a god damn thang ta do wit what tha fuck had just transpired," holla'd Mike. "What did I do, biatch? What did I do?" axed tha intruder n' shit. "You’re under arrest fo' breakin n' enterin n' theft!" holla'd Mike yo. His partner explained dat he knew tha biatch suspect, whoz ass had a hype fo' violent tendencies fo' some time, n' dat dat biiiiatch was known as "Battle Biatch" on tha streets.

Sharon’s father, Len Kerr, rushed home from work as soon as da thug was notified. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "When you peep all kindsa muthafuckin five-o rides n' RCMP fools, you would be thinkin tha worst son! Shazzle was comin down tha stairs, n' when her big-ass booty saw me, I ran ta her n' hugged her fo' a long-ass time," holla'd Len. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Ruth arrived soon afta n' shit. "Shazzle was white as a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass sheet, dat biiiiatch was straight-up shocked. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch just kept sayin ta me, 'Should I have answered tha door, Mom?,' n' I holla'd, 'No. Yo ass did tha right thang,'" holla'd Ruth.

Da two suspects subsequently pleaded guilty ta breaking, entering, n' lootin' n' was sentenced ta prison. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Two muthafuckin years had passed since tha incident. "I was straight-up trippin like a muthafucka. I didn’t know if I was gonna peep mah muthafathas again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Dat shiznit was straight-up dunkadelic dat they didn’t peep me, they was so close," holla'd Sharon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch gots tha chizzle ta hook up Jaqui n' give props ta her fo' bein there when she needed help. "Bitch was there fo' mah daughta when I couldn’t be there, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. I gots a straight-up boner fo' you, Jaqui, you did a pimped out thang!" exclaimed Ruth.

Jaqui also gots ta say hi ta Courtney. "Bitch also helped save Sharon’s game," rethugz Jaqui. "I couldn’t git under tha bed cuz it’s a wata bed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! So I just lay beside it n' hid tha phone," recalls Sharon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Jaqui explained dat Courtney camouflaged Sharon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "She’s a funky-ass barky, yappy dog. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So tha intrudaz focused on her n' they forgot dat there could be playas around," holla'd Jaqui. "Bitch be a straight-up trippin wreck. If anybody rattlez tha mailbox or rings tha doorbell, she just bout has a ass attack!" holla'd Len wit a smile.

Jaqui explains dat Shazzle did a ten n' dat she’d saved her game up in nuff ways, pickin up tha phone, callin 911, reachin up wit her voice, stopping, n' listenin ta her instructions. "Bitch did a straight-up dope thang!" holla'd Jaqui.

The plot for the Rescue 911 episode "Runaway Truck"
Truckers Weezy Waite n' Louis Gallant had been dopest playaz fo' years. On January 14, 1984, thier thang was tested ta tha limits up in tha mountains high above Nova Scotia, Canada.

Havin dropped tha night at a truck stop, Louis stepped outta his cabz chillin compartment tha next mornin n' spotted Weezyz rig. Louis raised up his dawg n' they had breakfast. When tha pimps discovered they was both headed up in tha same direction, they decided ta drive up in tandem so they could chat over they CB radios.

Dat shiznit was clear n' sunny as tha pimps headed outta tha truck stop at six up in tha morning. Weezy hustled tha way up in his wild lil' fuckin eighteen-wheel refrigeration truck, which was packed wit 23 tonz of frozen chicken n' you know I be eatin up dat shizzle all muthafuckin day, biatch. I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Louis followed up in his wild lil' flatbed semi dat was haulin 17 tonz of steel fo' realz. Although they both drove fo' tha same company, it would be tha last time tha playaz would be rollin together.

As Louis n' Weezy climbed tha steep mountain road, Louis holla'd at Weezy on tha CB dat da thug wanted ta pass. This was highly unusual, cuz Louis never was horny bout ta be up in tha lead. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! But fo' some odd reason, dis mornin da ruffneck didn't feel like following. Weezy signaled ta his ass when dat shiznit was safe, n' Louis acclerated n' passed.

Da truckers approached tha top of tha mountain n' decelerated, preparin fo' tha treacherous descent up in which would maneuver a shitload of curves n' 180-degree turns. They was rollin along at twenty-five milez per minute fo' less then a mile, when Weezy applied his brakes yo. Dude was stunned. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "I gots no brakes, dawg," Weezy radioed Louis. "Yo ass is clownin," Louis responded. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "I ain't kidding. I gots no brakes." Weezy pumped his brakes yo, but they still wouldn't work. "I be goin ta dynamite it," Weezy holla'd at Louis.

Weezy "dynamited" it--applied his wild lil' fuckin emergency brake--but it wasn't hustlin either n' shiznit yo. Dude was pickin up speed, n' da ruffneck didn't give a fuck what tha fuck ta do fo' realz. A truck as heavy as dis one couldn't possibly make it safely ta tha bottom of tha windy mountain road without any brakes.

"Run her up in tha back of mine," radioed Louis. "I be bout ta try ta git you stopped." Less than one mile away was a straightaway dat stretched fo' a half-mile. If Louis was goin ta stop Weezyz runaway truck, it would gotta be here, cuz comin up was a horseshoe curve dat Weezy would never be able ta maneuver without slowin down.

But before reachin tha straightaway, Weezy had ta steer all up in a seriez of S-curves without brakin fo' realz. As Weezyz truck rapidly gained speed, Louis was forced ta accelerate ta stay up in front. Da pimps barreled all up in tha curves, travelin close ta forty milez per minute instead of tha safe twenty-five. "I be goin too fast," Weezy radioed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "I be goin ta gotta jump." "No," responded Louis. "You'll bust a cap up in yo ass."

Da truckers approached tha straightaway. Louis slowed ta let Weezy catch up ta his muthafuckin ass fo' realz. As both pimps braced theyselves, Weezy aimed fo' Louis' truck. Weezy rammed tha fuck into tha rear of Louis' semi, now goin bout sixty milez per hour, n' Louis slammed on his brakes. Da two trucks slid fo' half a mile, tires squealin n' rubber burning, then screeched ta a halt less than five hundred feet from tha horseshoe curve. Da pimps stepped outta they cabs, shaken, n' hugged each other.

Weezy suffered only all dem bruised ribs n' Louis escaped unharmed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "I thought dat shiznit was all over," recalls Weezy. "I thought dis was mah last trip fo' realz. At dat mountain, if yo' brakes hold one vehicle, you thankful naaahhmean, biatch? But ta hold two--itz a miracle." "I knew I had one chizzle ta save him," say Louis. "I just wanted ta do it right. If dat schmoooove muthafucka had hit at a angle or lost control, it would have probably taken me like a muthafucka."

Louis n' Weezy, dopest playaz before tha incident, have become even closer n' shit. "Louis would do it fo' anybody," say Weezy. "Dat punk dat type of person. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Dude was a gangbangin' playa before dis yo, but he a special playa now, nahmeean?" Weezy still drives trucks fo' a living. But three muthafuckin years afta dat fateful day, Louis retired from trucking.

The plot for the Rescue 911 episode "Kidnapped Kids"
Shortly before noon on April 16, 1989 up in Tyler, Texas, seven-year-old Stacie Henderson n' her six-year-old playa, Josh Oliver, was struttin down tha road ta return a vizzle game ta a neighbor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. They was just all dem hundred yardz from Staciez doggy den when a unfamiliar playa pulled up beside dem up in his car, grabbed Stacie, n' pulled her in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Josh ran ta her doggy den n' holla'd at her olda sister, Dee, what tha fuck happened. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "It hit me straight-up hard dat Stacie had been kidnapped. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Afta he gots his breath back tha pimpin' muthafucka holla'd at our asses dat dat shiznit was a white playa wit bushy dark afro n' dat da thug was rollin a big-ass brown sedan bigger than his crazy-ass mother's," holla'd Dee.

Immediately, Dee went ta look fo' Stacie, while they adoptizzle mother, Velma Henderson, went inside tha doggy den ta booty-call 911 yo. Her call was taken by dispatcher Tammy Macklin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Smizzle County Sheriffz Deputy Steve Dunklin responded yo, but da thug was fifteen minutes away.

Dee headed ta tha Ulshes' house, where Stacie had been headed, ta peep if dat biiiiatch was there, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch wasn't, n' dat was when Dee realized dat shiznit was not a joke. Jack n' Lois Ulsh immediately gots up in they car, n' went ta tha Hendersons' house, where Lois relayed tha shiznit ta Macklin, n' called neighbors one-by-one, spittin some lyrics ta dem what tha fuck happened, while Jack went ta drive ta nearby houses ta gather up neighbors. Dunklin arrived n' axed Josh bout tha suspect, n' tha pimpin' muthafucka holla'd at his ass what tha fuck happened. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dude holla'd dat dat shiznit was a white playa wit bushy brown afro n' a mustache, which dat schmoooove muthafucka hadn't shaved fo' all dem days yo. His handz n' fingernails was straight-up filthy wit dirt n' grease n' da thug was bustin a funky-ass blue hoodie n' blue pants, n' you can put dat on yo' toast.

Soon, as nuff as forty ta fifty rides was on tha road lookin fo' tha suspect vehicle. Deputizzles Bobbie McGee n' Albena Brewer also responded, settin up a stake-out at a funky-ass busy intersection, where they soon noticed a big-ass brown sedan matchin tha description of tha suspectz vehicle. Da suspect started a funky-ass bangin' pursuit wit Brewer n' McGee chasin his muthafuckin ass. Then his hoopty slid tha fuck into a gangbangin' finger-lickin' ditch. Brewer n' McGee yelled fo' his ass n' Stacie ta git outta tha car. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. They gots his ass up n' arrested him, n' Stacie gots up like a muthafucka.

Dunklin heard on his bangin radio dat they found tha car, When they heard dat tha suspect was bein arrested, Dee n' Joshz mother, Lisa Oliver n' Dunklin drove ta tha location, spittin some lyrics ta each other dat every last muthafuckin thang was fine, even though they knew dat may not done been tha case. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Several other deputizzles also drove ta tha scene. Dunklin found Stacie up in Brewerz car, gave her a hug, n' they both cried. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Then he recognized tha suspect as his wild lil' forma neighbor yo. Dude has a thugged-out daughta Staciez age n' it effected his ass wackly bout tha suspect bein his wild lil' forma neighbor cuz da thug was thankin it could've been his fuckin lil' daughta dat was kidnapped by tha suspect instead of Stacie.

Da suspect, Lil' Bow Wow Lawrence, was discovered ta be armed wit a knife. Duct tape n' a cold-ass lil club was found up in his hoopty yo. Dude subsequently was convicted of aggrevated kidnapping, n' sentenced ta game on lockdown. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Stacie returned home ta her crew.

Nearly a year later, Staciez game moonwalked back ta normal. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. "Bitch chills wit me all tha time," holla'd Velma. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Stacie didn't rap a shitload bout tha kidnappin cuz it still upset her muthafuckin ass.

The plot for the Rescue 911 episode "911 Market Robbery"
A lil afta midnight, on April 18, 1992, nightshift hommiez of tha Bel Air supermarket up in Roseville, California, was closin tha store n' balancin they chedda registas before goin home. Da automatic electronic doors had been turned off but had not yet been locked.

Employees Chad Graham n' Pat Maldonado holla'd phat night ta they coworkers as they was leavin tha store. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Secondz later, four maxed armed pimps forced they way all up in tha electronic doors n' ordered hommies ta lay facedown on tha floor.

Chad caught a glimpse of tha gunmen as da thug was exitin yo. Dude ran ta a pay beeper all up in tha front of tha store n' dialed 911. "Therez a holdup up in Bel Air on Sunrise n' Cirby dawwwwg! Quick!" tha pimpin' muthafucka holla'd all up in tha dispatcher n' shit. Dat shiznit was dispatcher Pamela Hardwickz first robber call up in four muthafuckin yearz of service. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was straight-up trippin as her dope ass dispatched five-o ta tha scene, cuz she knew anythang could happen.

Inside, terrified hommies was neither movin nor obeyin tha gunmenz ordaz yo. Head clerk Ken Pickard gots down on tha floor n' yelled fo' his wild lil' fuckin hommies ta follow. While one of tha gunmen guarded tha hommies, tha other three ran ta tha hustla steez crib fo' realz. A gunman pounded on tha crib window wit his wild lil' freakadelic gun, demandin ta be let in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Employee Tracy Engleston, whoz ass had been hidin under a thugged-out desk, came up n' let tha pimps in.

Stephanie Soulier lay on tha floor n' heard Tracy scream as tha pimps rushed up in n' ordered her ta open tha two safes. "I was so scared when I heard Tracy scream," holla'd Stephanie. "Dat hoe like mah lil sista n' shit. Dat shiznit was as if some muthafucka up in mah crew was goin ta git hurt."

Meanwhile, Chad stayed on tha phone, uppimpin Hardwick as dopest his schmoooove ass could bout tha gunmenz movements yo. Dude was afraid dat tha driver up in tha getaway hoopty up in tha parkin lot would peep his muthafuckin ass. "I be up in front of tha store," Chad holla'd at Hardwick, "and I don't want dem ta peep mah dirty ass. Oh Dogg."

Within forty secondz of bein dispatched, five-o units arrived on tha scene wit they lights off. Chad gots off tha beeper wit Hardwick n' stood by as Watch Commander Rocky Rockholm instructed fools ta surround tha building. "I was scared ta dirtnap," holla'd Rockholm, whoz ass had been tha supervisor of tha night shift fo' only four nights, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. "I thought of all tha thangs dat could go wrong, I holla'd a lil prayer ta mah dirty ass."

Inside tha hustla steez office, gunmen took tha chedda from tha top safe n' demanded dat Tracy unlock tha bottom one. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch holla'd all up in tha gunmen dat only Ken Pickard had tha combination, so they ordered Ken tha fuck into tha crib ta open tha safe. Ken holla'd all up in tha pimps there was only coins inside yo, but tha robbers was determined. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Ken stalled wit tha combination yo, but he finally opened tha safe, which held stackz of rolled coins n' a lil chedda.

Angered by they lil' small-ass take, tha gunmen ordered Ken ta lay on tha floor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. One of tha pimps cocked his wild lil' freakadelic gun, put it ta Kenz head, n' ordered his ass ta count ta ten. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Ken slowly counted up loud, waitin ta be shot. Instead, tha pimps fled.

Da suspects ran outta tha store directly tha fuck into tha path of two five-o fools, whoz ass shouted, "Popo biaaatch! Freeze!" Officers immediately apprehended two of tha gunmen yo, but two fled on foot fo' realz. A pursuin fool caught one of tha suspects up in a nearby field. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Chad saw tha fourth suspect hustlin away n' yelled ta five-o fo' realz. A five-o dawg was busted out n' tackled tha playa ta tha ground.

Rockholm credits phat five-o work ta tha fact dat no muthafucka was hurt n' tha suspects was captured. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Chad feels dirty dat his wild lil' fuckin exit was perfectly timed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Had he left a moment sooner, da thug wouldn't have peeped tha gunmen. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Had it been a moment later, da thug would done been trapped wit tha other hommies up in tha store. Da four suspects pleaded guilty ta armed robbery; three of dem was adults sentenced ta jail, tha fourth was a juvenile sentenced ta a state youth facility.

Store hommies was shaken by tha robbery yo, but they moonwalked back ta work tha next night wit tighta security. Ken be aiiight da perved-out muthafucka survived ta peep tha birth of his fuckin lil' daughter, Kelsey, two months later n' shit. "When you look up in her eyes, it just tears yo' ass up dat you might have missed suttin' like that," holla'd Ken. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "I be aiiight dat I be kickin it ta peep mah lil girl."

Various Bunkest crap
Da first traila fo' tha show was busted out at San Diego Comic Con 2017, n' was kicked it wit wit mixed erections; muthafuckas praised Holly Gauthier-Frankelz performizzle as Sagwa, tha LGBT themes up in tha episodes, Tomothy Kennyz appearances as Patchy tha Pirate, n' tha theme cold lil' woo wop by Jón Jósep Snæbjörnsson; however, tha over-saturation of Robbie Rotten, CC00 n' Timebomb192potato was kicked it wit wit dissatisfaction. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Peepin tha trailerz premiere, a writas panel was held, wit writas Pizzle Tibbit, Timebomb192potato, Ace Lad, CC00, Máni Svavarsson, Amy Tan, Ólafur S.K. Þonvaldz, n' Peta K yo. Hirsch appearin ta answer crowd thangs; however, Pizzle Tibbit only responded "SAGWA, DONGWA FELL!" up in Jizzy Vinetz voice throughout, n' fainted 15 minutes in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. Ace Lad shielded themself up in a gangbangin' fursuit of they fursona, n' reportedly prayed ta Daddy Pig silently. Detractorz of tha showz contents was forced up by Patchy tha Pirate, whoz ass holla'd at dem ta "WALK THE PLANK!".

Holly Gauthier-Frankel took time off from recordin dialogue fo' Fern up in Arthur, ta git on over ta Sagwa hustlas all up in tha Random-nizz Wiki headquartas up in Spanish Harlem, New York Citizzle up in celebration of tha appearizzle of tha Sagwa tha Chinese Siamese Cat charactas up in tha show. Fans welcomed her wit Sagwa plushies, open arms, n' Chinese chicken n' you know I be eatin up dat shizzle all muthafuckin day, biatch. I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Holly handed dem playas whoz ass attended personalized greetin cards, sprayed wit Sagwaz Stir Fry cologne, a freshly smoked up fragrance, up in conjunction wit tha Chinese company Rang Ni Si Budget Fragrizzle Manufacturers Co, Ltd.

As guerilla marketin fo' tha show, Jón Jósep Snæbjörnsson crashed a #MeToo rally up in Atlantic Citizzle dressed up in a salmon suit n' performed tha showz theme song, "Ludd Theme fron tha Bunkest". In addition, Denise Oliver reprised her role as Maurecia at Holy Spirit High School up in nearby Absecon yo, but was caught at it fo' tryin ta seduce tha altar thugs. CC00 n' Timebomb paid her bail n' then confirmed TVSeries!Maurecia ta be Filipino.

To help advertise tha show, tha Random-nizz Wiki attached a exclusive traila fo' tha show ta tha film Rogue One: A Star Wars Story. This decision received backlash from crew thugz cuz of tha difference up in ratin n' tone between Rogue One n' Da Bunkest; as stated by tha Cinema Snob, "I came here ta peep a Star Wars porno, n' I saw a traila fo' a gangbangin' freakin RNW show featurin charactas from LazyHood."

As part of tha promotion fo' tha show, Jón Jósep Snæbjörnsson, tha thug of tha showz theme song, collaborated wit Gangsta vaporwave duo Whitewoodz ta create a cold lil' woo wop fo' tha show named "Da Bunker of Bunkers". Well shiiiit, it topped tha charts up in nuff muthafuckin ghettos fo' 5 weeks yo, but was banned up in Denmark cuz of itz bitch ass portrayal of tha Sandmännchen, aka Jizzle Blund.

To help promote tha show, tha RNW playas arranged fo' tha second comin of Jizzy ta occur on January 23, 2018. Muthafuckas round tha ghetto was infuriated when Da Foolish Magistrate n' Patchy tha Pirate descended from tha heavens instead. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Theorists lata suggested dat like our phat asses did git what tha fuck was advertised; "Perhaps Da Foolish Magistrate is Dogg n' Patchy is Jizzy fo' realz. And maybe dis say suttin' bout our expectations; as a race, our phat asses don't give a fuck what tha fuck we want."

Bunkest reviews
"9.3609/10 Best show up in tha franchise," - IGN

"This show sucks" - MrEnter

"RNW do it again!" - New York Times

"Two thumbs up," - some muthafucka movin Roger Ebertz corpse

"This is mah characta Sagwaz top billin involvement up in a dunkadelic TV series!" - Amy Tan

"Well, RNW, yo ass is odd fellows yo, but I must say... Yo ass Bunker a phat bunker." - Superintendant

"Those wacky Bunker lil playas is at it again n' again n' again up in dis incredible freshly smoked up series thatz loadz of funk n' has a shitload of ass. I would recommend it ta mah playas whoz ass likes anything." - Deseret News

"AW HELL NO!" - That black muthafucka from dat meme

"Yo, has mah playas peeped mah keys?" - Tornadospeed

"Wooowww..." - Wubbzy

"They've straight-up cut tha budget fo' RNW projects!" - Robbie Rotten

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA... Egg." - Captioned Seal

"fak adventure time" - Moon Snail

"It aint nuthin but a rootin' tootin' phat show!" - Ladonna Compson

"THIS IS BEST FIGHTING SHOW FOR ALL AGE." - Kung Tai Ted

"Wicked." - Creepie Creecher

"TIME TO START THE SHOW!" - Robbie Rotten

"I be a funky-ass big-ass fuck wit a funky-ass big-ass truck. Yo, wuz crackalackin', biatch? Yo ass is smokin tha shitshow." - I forgot whoz ass holla'd dis but vibe

"WATCH DIS SHOW, N' JOIN THA CRAZE WIT ME, BIZZLEY MAYS!" - Bizzley Mays' pimp

"(aggressively sippin Capri-Sun) Yeah. This is good." - PixelMiette

"I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THIS IS!" - Red Action

"Here we go!" - Icelandic Gangsta

"(kicks down a funky-ass block tower) Eugh!" - Fink

"(mumblin tha lyrics of "Now, We" by Lovelyz while starin at a iPizzy wit a still image of Satan on it)" - PixelMiette

"MMMMMMMMMM-MMMMMMMM! CREAMY!" - Robbie Rotten

"Dat punk gettin tha dongwa, aiiiight." - Some commenta on e621

"This show is tha funniest up in tha Bunker franchise." - Telegram &amp; Gazette

"I laughed n' laughed!" - Diesel

"Great show." - Da Boston Globe

"Though tha straight-up original gangsta three series felt like a TV series version of Cartoon All-Stars ta tha Rescue, dis one feels like a original gangsta concept." - Wall Street Journal

"Really, biatch? Obscure material, biatch? In a RNW project, biatch? Can Sesame Workshop just show Sagwa some mo' ludd already!?" - Da Public

"It tastes like fufu!" -Fink

"who let dis happen" - Ace upon seein tha Reviews section

"I have no idea" - Pixel replyin ta Ace

"This whole section is so fuckin funky y'all" - Tornadospeed

"Honestly it kinda is" - Pixel

"I be bout ta give it some credit" - Ace, just bein a lite stubborn

"'Yo ass miss 100% of tha shots you don't take.' - Weezy Gretzky" - Mike Scott

"oooh its chronic time hehehe" - @Veggiefacts

"Rippin off mah skin don't mind me" - @Veggiefacts

"This Bunker show is tha dopest one yet up in tha franchise." - Cape Cod Times

"h" -me

"Yo ass want fuckin beetroot?" - @Veggiefacts

"It hurts just ta wake up." - Adam Young

"This here show is me finest work yet!" - Patchy tha Pirate

"Braaawk, whoz ass cares!" - Potty tha Parrot

"That show was swimmin'!" - Tubb

"This show is betta than dat dumb oldschool square!" - Da Professor

"This TV show is mine!" - Stingy

Bunkest plot
Afta exhaustin every last muthafuckin reboot cliche known ta dude, tha denizenz of tha original gangsta Bunker decizzle itz time ta finally bounce back ta tha doggy den. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. They return ta Bunker Desert, USA yo, but since tha original gangsta Bunker was still on dat deserted island, they say "to heck wit it" n' build a even bunker bunker n' shiznit fo' realz. A Bunkest. Da playas up in tha Bunkest discover there may be mo' ta they bunker bunker than they eva could've imagined, n' decizzle ta go bout on whatever hood-driven stories they feel like.

Bunkest production
Well, one time CC00 came back ta Random-nizz Wiki, n' decided ta rap ta tha rest of her ol' playaz sayin "We should cook up a Bunker revival called Da Bunkest" n' I be thinkin we was all like "yeah" so there we go! Bunkest time biaaatch! Biatch also opened up tha scam of a Bunker prequel called "Da Bunk," but there wasn't much mo' bout dat yet until 9 minutes lata when dat shiznit was officially revealed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! BJ revealed dat once Da Bunk was finished, Da Bunkest will continue its rap n' hopefully answer unanswered thangs tha show left.

This season features a mo' expanded cast of fictionizzle characters. Da Sagwa charactas was added by Timebomb, n' tha OK K.O.! Letz Be Heroes charactas was added by Pixel.

Da show combines live-action, traditionizzle animation, n' CGI animation. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da series is mainly produced at Wainscott Studios all up in tha Eastside Hampton Airport industrial complex up in Wainscott, New York, United Hoods. Da series is filmed up in Stage One, wit 4,000 sq. ft. n' 56 ft. ceilings, n' Stage Two, wit 1,200 sq. ft. n' 25 ft. ceilings. Da combined thang floor area is 5,200 sq. ft. Da budget fo' each episode is US$5 million, makin it "one of da most thugged-out high-rollin' childrenz shows up in tha ghetto" accordin ta Timebomb. Da Bunkestz interior is pimped rockin a cold-ass lil combination of CGI, chronic screening, miniature effects, motion capture, parametric animation, n' practical effects.

Da live-action is filmed rockin WEAPON 6K/8K n' RED RAVEN 4.5K cameras, from Red Digital Cinema Camera Companyz DSMC2 line of cameras. Da vizzle is simultaneously recorded up in tha REDCODE® RAW n' Avid DNxHR/HD file formats.

Bunkest songs
They is here: Da Bunkest/Songs

Sometimes, tha charactas up in tha show just break up tha fuck into song. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Spontaneous musical number be a pimpin' big-ass thang up in tha fictionizzle ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be bout ta let Ace n' BJ expand on dis section. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. They're far mo' musically oriented than I am.

All I be hopin is dat tha BGM is some sick jazz dat I can dig on tha mornin commute.

Accordin ta Ace, tha show gonna git "some sick jams" n' thatz all mah playas knows n' aint a thugged-out damn thang dat yo' ass can do.

Mark Mothersbaugh was axed ta do tha noize yo, but declined, statin dat "this project be absolute garbage". Instead, Christopher Williz of Mickey Mouse n' Da Lion Guard hype was brought up in ta compose tha musical score fo' tha series. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Similarly ta tha forma aforementioned series, each episode includes is set ta have its own live musical score instead of premade musical tracks locked n loaded fo' use. Da regular musical crew includes a thirty-piece orchestra, a funky-ass big-ass jazz crew dat specializes wit a wide variety of sub-genrez of jazz, n' a noize crew dat specializes wit electronic-type instruments fo' realz. All dem tha background noize is ghon be inspired by contemporary orchestral film beatz, a shitload of major formz of jazz, n' lounge beatz, specifically noize inspired by Esquivel!. Da noize crew also includes nuff muthafuckin smalla crews dat specialize up in other specific musical genres when needed up in context.

All of tha joints is ghon be freestyled by a crew of beatmakers instead of just one or two, similarly ta Phineas n' Ferb. Da joints theyselves is ghon be intended ta pull a healthy influence from both Broadway-style musicals n' contemporary noize artists, wit a big-ass dose of tha joints combinin elementz of both Broadway n' contemporary music.

Also, It aint nuthin but Gonna Be Fine is sung yo, but its a cold-ass lil condensed version.

The plot of the Dragon Ball Z episode "Transformed at Last"
As Gohan n' Krillin is wonderin if they is tha only ones whoz ass survived tha Spirit Bomb, Piccolo suddenly emerges from tha wata n' climbs onto a nearby island wit Goku. Gohan n' Krillin fly over ta they allies n' they is reunited.

On Mack Kaiz hood, Mack Kai relays tha shizzle ta Yamcha, Tien Shinhan n' Chiaotzu. Recoome, Guldo, Burter n' Jeice is skeptical yo, but tha Z Fighters continue tha battle against dem n' ultimately force dem off tha hood n' tha fuck into Hell. Enraged, they try ta escape yo, but only succeed up in bumpin they headz on tha cloudz above. Mackdaddy Kai then inadvertently reveals dat he invited tha Ginyu Force ta his thugged-out lil' hood ta give tha Z Fightas a test.

On Namek, Goku, Piccolo, Krillin n' Gohan prepare ta leave ta find Bulma n' go back ta Earth. Piccolo openly hopes dat Guru n' tha rest of tha Namekians can now rest up in peace fo' realz. As Krillin asks how tha fuck Piccolo knows bout Guru, he freezes upon lookin at a nearby cliff. Da other fightas look n' is also shocked: Frieza is still kickin it, only wit a thugged-out damaged tail n' eye, n' angrier than eva n' shit. Krillin is up in disbelief, as da thug was certain dat a gangbangin' finger-lickin' direct hit from tha Spirit Bomb would have capped his muthafuckin ass.

Frieza fires a Death Beam at Goku yo, but Piccolo pushes his ass aside n' takes tha hit. With dis act, Piccoloz legit loyalty is finally revealed: havin sacrificed his dirty ass fo' Goku, he no longer considaz his ass his wild lil' fuckin enemy. Meanwhile, on Mackdaddy Kaiz hood, Mackdaddy Kai is equally shocked ta learn of Friezaz game n' barely manages ta inform Yamcha, Tien n' Chiaotzu of dis shitty turn of events, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Back on Namek, Frieza mockingly congratulates Goku fo' comin tha closest mah playas has ta beatin tha livin shiznit outta his ass wit his Spirit Bomb. Borderin on tha edge of his bangin rage, Goku ordaz Gohan n' Krillin ta take Piccolo, find Bulma n' leave Namek up in her spaceship immediately. In a act of retaliation fo' comin back n' slicin his tail, Frieza launches Krillin tha fuck into tha air and, despite Gokuz pleas ta stop, detonates tha juice inside Krillin, blowin his ass ta smithereens. Mackdaddy Kai reels back upon witnessin it, n' solemnly drops some lyrics ta tha others dat Krillin is now dead as fuckin fried chicken. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Back on Namek, Frieza pushes tha final button by threatenin Gohan next.

Angered by tha dirtnap of Krillin, whoz ass now cannot be revived wit tha Dragon Balls, Gokuz rage erupts n' he undergoes a strange transformation; resultin up in a golden aura, blonde afro n' bluish-chronic eyes. Goku asks Gohan once again n' again n' again ta take Piccolo n' leave Namek wit Bulma, n' dis time, Gohan complies.

Goku then sets his wild lil' furious eyes on a astonished Frieza, determined ta make his ass pay fo' his thugged-out actions. Frieza tremblez wit fear.

Meanwhile, Ginyu tha Frog returns ta Bulmaz location n' tries ta tell her of whatz happening. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch then notices a gangbangin' finger-lickin' distant island where a big-ass aura is emitting: tha same island where Gokuz transformation just occurred.

The plot of the Sagwa episode "The Name Game"
Scene opens wit Dongwa n' Lick-Lick havin a Kung-fu match-up. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sheegwa n' Sagwa is there, rootin fo' Dongwa. Da alley pussies is rootin fo' Lick-Lick. Da match ends. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sagwa n' tha alleycats argues over whoz mo' betta n' shit. Turns up dat Lick-Lick was only a nickname, n' his bangin real name is Chan Li, which means "Family Strength". Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sheegwa brangs up tha topic dat they names have hidden meanin fo' realz. And so, tha alley pussies brought up tha meanin of Dongwaz name: "Winta Melon" fo' realz. And they tease Sheegwa dat her name means "Watermelon". But Sheegwa standz tall. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat tha main blow was pimped up ta Sagwa, whose name means "Silly Melon Head". Bein ridiculed, tha trio headz back ta tha palace, turned off by tha incident n' vowin never ta go back ta tha alley. Back all up in tha palace, Fu-fu joins up in tha conversation. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. They say dat he dirty ta git a pimped out name. But he runs tha fuck into a cold-ass lil corner, n' be thinkin dat it means "clumsy bat" instead. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Sagwa say dat Momma gives her a strange look when she axed her why dat freaky freaky biatch had such a name. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So, they decizzle ta ask Nai-nai, whoz ass drops some lyrics ta dem why. When they daddy was young, da thug was always playin wit Chet-Chet n' Lick-Lickz daddy n' shit. But da thug started doin thangs up in tha palace, n' sees tha palace as his thugged-out lil' playground. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! One day, he meets Mama Miao while playin up in tha magistratez winta melon patch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch turns up ta be tha freshly smoked up gardenerz kitten. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Dude then accidentally breaks a melon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch then headz off yo. Dude couldn't find her n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So, his schmoooove ass calls up "Melon Cat", up in hopez of her responding. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Soon, he findz her n' shiznit fo' realz. And they soon becomes inseparable (okay, we all know where tha storyz goin - ed) yo. Dude was so love-sick dat one day, he painted a picture of her on a one of tha watermelons up in a melon pile. Chet-Chet n' Lick-Lickz daddy dropped by, n' sees tha painting. They then tease his muthafuckin ass. Mama Miao challenges tha alley-cats, n' they started climbin up tha melon-pile. Naturally, tha pile collapses, n' watermelons started rollin down tha street, two wit a pair of pussies on each. They race they watermelons, n' won when tha alleycats' melon ran tha fuck into a pole. But they victory was short-lived, 'cause theirs soon ran tha fuck into a wall (Ouch! - ed) fo' realz. And so, Dongwa was named cuz Baba Miao first kicked it wit Mama Miao up in tha Magistratez winta melon patch, Sheegwa was named cuz they had so much funk on tha pile of watermelons, n' Sagwa was named cuz they wanted ta remember dat they loved each other n' shiznit fo' realz. And so, Sagwa, Sheegwa, n' Dongwa head up ta grill tha Alley cats, n' soon learn dat if they couldn't give a fuckin shiznit bout tha teasing, tha teasin will stop. Da rap comes ta a cold-ass lil close as Sagwa, Sheegwa, n' Dongwa head back ta tha palace.

The plot for Rubbadubbers’ “Amelia the Babysitter”
Da episode starts wit Reg up in tha hallway, statin dat tha lil pimps is gone. Then it cuts ta Terence askin if any of tha Rubbadubbers’ bedz is fo' his ass yo, but Sploshy drops some lyrics ta his ass dat Benjie n' Sis have gone ta hook up tha babysitter n' shit. Finbar suggests dat Terence should have his bed, cuz tha forma did not wanna be peeped up in a funky-ass baby’s bed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Winona n' Sploshy be thinkin dat lyin on tha bedz feels like floatin on clouds, n' dat they should play babies all dizzle long, which Tubb agrees ta fo' realz. Amelia flies low over everyone’s headz n' then dives tha fuck into tha water, thus gettin tha Rubbadubbers splashed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Everyone wants Amelia ta quit flyin until they have finished playin babies yo, but Amelia do not want to. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch wishes dat dat biiiiatch was up in charge, n' transports her muthafuckin ass ta tha cloud ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Amelia flies over ta Sploshy, whoz ass is bored, n' is trippin bout Sploshy callin her "babysitter", until she realises dat her ass is up in charge. When Sploshy drops some lyrics ta Amelia dat her ass is bored, her big-ass booty suggests dat she read her book yo, but Sploshy cannot reach tha book, so Amelia has ta git it fo' her, when she overhears Terence bustin up fo' realz. Amelia flies over ta Terence, whoz ass informs dat his cloud is full of rain. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. While dat dunkadelic hoe tries ta help him, Finbar n' Winona fight over they cloud. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! As Amelia tries ta break up tha fight, Tubb bitches bout his head bein stuck up in a cold-ass lil cloud. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! While Amelia tries ta push tha cloud off his head, it is revealed dat Sploshy is hangin from tha book’s cloud, bout ta fall fo' realz. Afta this, tha babies shout simultaneously, much ta Amelia’s dismay fo' realz. Afta on tha fuckin' down-lowin tha babies down, Amelia sings It’s Never, Ever, Easy yo, but is interrupted by Sploshy falling. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sploshy is then saved by Amelia, n' afterwards, tha latta deals wit tha other babies’ problems fo' realz. Amelia is exhausted afta carin fo' tha babies, n' reverses her wish when they demand her ta tell dem what tha fuck ta do. Tubb then tries ta convince Amelia ta fly. When Benjie n' Sis arrive fo' they bath, Amelia lays up in one of tha bedz n' falls asleep.

The transcript

 * Reg is up in tha hallway)
 * Reg: All clear. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Da lil pimps have gone.
 * (cut to: tha Rubbadubbers bein babies)
 * Terence: Ooh, comfy bedz muthafucka! Is there one fo' me son?
 * Tubb: Well, Benjie n' Sis would have made you one, Terence.
 * Sploshy: But they've gone ta hook up tha babysitter.
 * Finbar: Have mah bed hommie! Da mighty Finbar, terror of tha deep...in a funky-ass babyz bed, biatch? Arr, arr, arr playa! What if another shark saw me son?
 * Winona: Eek, eek!
 * Sploshy: Yo ass is right, Winona. Lyin on these bedz feels like floatin on clouds. Letz play babies all dizzle long.
 * Tubb: Swimmin' idea, Sploshy!
 * (Amelia flies over them)
 * Amelia: Eeeoowww!
 * Terence: Oh help!
 * Amelia: Look up below! Comin through! Eeeooowww!
 * Tubb: Amelia, peep out!
 * Amelia: I am!
 * Terence: I be goin ta git wet son! I just know dat shiznit son!
 * Amelia: Whoops!
 * Terence: Oh no!
 * (Amelia falls tha fuck into tha bath n' splashes dem wild-ass muthafuckas.)
 * Tubb: Ugh, yuck!
 * Finbar: Dope thang you was watchin up fo' realz. Arr, arr. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Not!
 * Amelia: Sorry.
 * Winona: Eek, eek.
 * Sploshy: Do you gotta fly now?
 * Amelia: Yes fo' realz. Afraid so.
 * Terence: Can't you wait until we've finished playin babies?
 * Amelia: No.
 * Tubb: Yo ass must. Us thugs want you to.
 * Finbar: I don't.
 * Amelia: Thatz not fair. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Why do you git ta chizzle, biatch? If only I was up in charge, then I'd git ta tell mah playas what tha fuck ta do.
 * (Thought bubble transizzle ta tha cloud ghetto)
 * Sploshy (offscreen): Babysitter, Baby Sploshy is boooored hommie! Babysitter, tell me what tha fuck ta do!
 * (Amelia flies ta Sploshy.)
 * Amelia: Babysitter?! Is you poppin' off ta me son, biatch? Me, biatch? Of course biaaatch! I holla'd "if only", so now I be straight-up up in charge.
 * Sploshy: Baby Sploshy is boooored hommie! Yo ass gotta tell me what tha fuck ta do.
 * Amelia: Oh, why don't you err... read yo' book?
 * (Sploshy tries ta jump up ta another cloud ta reach her book yo, but dat thugged-out biiiatch cannot reach dat shit.)
 * Sploshy: But I can't reach dat shit.
 * (Sploshy continues ta jump up in attempt ta reach her book.)
 * Amelia: Careful, you gonna fall! I be bout ta git it fo' you, biatch.
 * (Amelia flies ta Sploshyz book when dat freaky freaky biatch hears Terence crying.)
 * Terence: Yuck! Babysitter, Baby Terence be all wet son! Babysitter, tell me what tha fuck ta do!
 * Amelia: Sorry, Sploshy, I be bout ta gotta help Baby Terence. I be bout ta be right back.
 * (Amelia flies ta Terencez cloud.)
 * Terence: Uh, babysitter, mah cloudz full of rain!
 * Amelia: Oh, um, is dat bad?
 * Terence: Of course itz bad; I be all wet son! I don't give a fuck bout bein wet son! Oh, oh, tell me what tha fuck ta do.
 * Amelia: Uh... oh--
 * Sploshy: I want mah book, babysitter!
 * Amelia: Coming, Baby Sploshy dawwwwg! (to Terence) Keep hopping. I’ll be right back.
 * (Amelia tries ta fly on over ta Sploshy’s cloud. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Meanhwhile, Finbar n' Winona is fightin over they cloud.)
 * Finbar: Arr playa! This is tha mighty Baby Finbar’s cloud hommie! Arr, arr, arr playa! Go away, Baby Winona.
 * (Amelia turns ta Finbar n' Winona.)
 * Amelia: Oh, now what?
 * Winona: Eeee, eeeee!
 * Finbar: I holla'd, arrr, arrr, arrr, go away!
 * (Winona goes inside they cloud.)
 * Finbar: Babysitter, baby Winona is up in mah cloud hommie! Tell her ta git her own cloud!
 * (Winona pops back up.)
 * Amelia: Can’t you share it?
 * Finbar: Fuck dat shit, no, no! I was here first!
 * (Winona goes in, then goes outta tha cloud.)
 * Finbar: It’s mah arr, arr, cloud
 * Winona: Eek eek!
 * Amelia: Don’t push, you’ll fall!
 * Tubb: (offscreen) Help, help!
 * (Tubb has his head stuck up in a cold-ass lil cloud.)
 * Tubb: Hello, biatch? I can’t peep a thang!
 * Amelia: Oh, no! Not another one!
 * Tubb: (spitting) Blech!
 * (Amelia flies ta Tubb’s cloud.)
 * Tubb: Baby Tubb is stuck, babysitter n' shit. Tell me what tha fuck ta do!
 * (Finbar n' Winona continue fighting.)
 * Finbar: Yo, you, arr, arr, arr, git off of mah cloud.
 * Amelia: Oh, stop, wait!
 * (Amelia flies back ta Finbar n' Winona’s cloud. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! They is hangin from they cloud.)
 * Tubb: Help me, babysitter playa! Yuck, pooh!
 * Amelia: Oh, no! Look, you two hang on until you git back.
 * Tubb: Help, help!
 * Amelia: Don’t worry, just keep still.
 * (Amelia pushes onto Tubb’s head, attemptin ta git tha cloud off.)
 * Tubb: But babysitter- agh, ow! You’re pushin mah head off.
 * (Amelia stops pushin Tubb’s head.)
 * Sploshy: Help! I’m falling! I’m falling!
 * (Sploshy is hangin from her book’s cloud.)
 * Amelia: Baby Sploshy!
 * Sploshy: Yo ass didn’t come back, so I tried ta git mah book, and…
 * Amelia: Hang on, I’ll be right there!
 * Terence: Ahem, I can’t keep hopping! Tell me what tha fuck ta do!
 * Amelia: Oh, baby Terence.
 * Finbar: It’s mah cloud, arr, arr, arr!
 * Winona: Eek, eek, eek!
 * (Everyone all shouts simultaneously.)
 * Amelia: Oh, no! Why did I gotta be up in charge?
 * Tubb: Help! Pooh!
 * Sploshy: I’m falling!
 * Terence: Baby Terence be all wet!
 * Sploshy: Help! I’m falling!
 * Finbar: It’s not fair playa! Arr-arr-arr!
 * Terence: I’m all wet son! Tell me what tha fuck ta do!
 * Amelia: All right, I’ll rap  what tha fuck ta do! Be on tha fuckin' down-low!
 * (Da babies all on tha down-low down.)
 * Amelia: Right. Now, maybe I can think.
 * Terence: Oh.
 * (A cold lil' woo wop begins playin up in tha background.)
 * Amelia: It’s never, ever, easy as fuck  spittin some lyrics ta playas what tha fuck ta do. It’s never, ever, easy as fuck  when tha one up in charge is you, biatch.
 * (Cut to: Da babies’ problems.)
 * Finbar: Arr, arr, arr!
 * Tubb: Help, help!
 * Winona: Eee-eee-eee-eee-eee!
 * Amelia: Why can’t it just be simple, biatch? Why can’t they work it out, biatch? I can’t do every last muthafuckin thang at once, while they just play about.
 * (Cut ta tha babies’ problems.)
 * Finbar: Arr-arr-arr!
 * Tubb: Help!
 * Terence: Terence be all wet!
 * Sploshy: Help!
 * Tubb: Help, help!
 * Amelia: It’s never eva easy as fuck  when tha one up in charge is you, biatch. But I can work dis whole thang out, now I know what tha fuck to…
 * (Sploshy falls off of tha cloud.)
 * Sploshy: Help!
 * Amelia: Oh, no! Baby Sploshy!
 * (Amelia flies ta her rescue, catches her, n' returns ta her cloud.)
 * Amelia: Yes muthafucka! Now stay here n' don’t move biaaatch! I’ll help tha others.
 * (Amelia flies over ta Tubb’s cloud.)
 * Amelia: I’ve gots dat shiznit son! Hold still!
 * (Amelia blows tha cloud off of Tubb’s head.)
 * Tubb: Ah, phew.
 * (Amelia turns her propella ta Terence n' his cloud n' dries his ass up.)
 * Terence: Ahh, oh, much better.
 * (Amelia flies ta Finbar n' Winona’s cloud.)
 * Finbar: And just remember, arr, arr, arr, dis is mah cloud.
 * (Amelia blows her propella n' separates Finbar n' Winona.)
 * Finbar: Arr-arr-arr arr-arr-arr.
 * Sploshy: I’m safe.
 * Terence: I’m dry.
 * Tubb: I’m free.
 * Finbar: I’m ridin' solo.
 * Winona: Eee-eee.
 * Amelia: I’m pooped.
 * Tubb: Nuff props, babysitter n' shit. That was swimmin’!
 * Sploshy: Yes yo, but I’m still bored. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! What is we goin ta do now?
 * Amelia: Now?
 * Babies: Babysitter playa! Babysitter playa! Tell our asses what tha fuck ta do! Tell our asses what tha fuck ta do!
 * Amelia: Oh, if only I wasn’t up in charge!
 * (Thought bubble transizzle back ta tha bathroom.)
 * Amelia: Phew! Maybe now I can git some rest!
 * Finbar: That’s dat shiznit son! Da mighty Finbar has had enough! Arr-arr-arr playa! I’m finished playin babies.
 * (Amelia yawns.)
 * Tubb: Amelia, you can practice yo' flyin now, nahmeean?
 * Terence: I’m not finished bein a funky-ass baby.
 * Finbar: Go fo' it, Amelia.
 * Amelia: But I would rather lie down up in a sick, soft, bed.
 * Finbar: Mighty me biaaatch! Arrr, you can’t be straight-up n shit.
 * Sploshy: Of course she isn’t, Finbar. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. She’s just teasing. Come on, Amelia, you ludd flying!
 * Tubb: Yeah, it’s yo' turn ta be up in charge. Go on.
 * Amelia: But yo, but…
 * Reg: Rubbadubbers muthafucka! Rubbadubbers muthafucka! Da lil pimps is co-co-co-almost here biaaatch! Bath time scramble!
 * Finbar: Da mighty shark is saved by bath time fo' realz. Arr, arr, arr playa! Throw our asses a funky-ass bubble, Terence!
 * Tubb: Swimmin’! It’s bath time!
 * Amelia: Oh, good. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! It’s Baby Amelia time.
 * (Amelia falls asleep.)

The English translated lyrics to Cha-La Head-Cha-La
Breakin all up in tha shinin clouds, I fly away (fly away), Da panorama spreadz all up in mah body. Kicked up in tha face, tha Ghetto gets mad salty (angry), Makin a volcano explode.

If, within meltin polar icecaps, If there be a a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dinosaur, I wanna train it ta balizzle on a funky-ass ball.

Cha-La Head-Cha-La No matta what tha fuck happens, I won't be bothered one bit Cha-La Head-Cha-La As long as mah ass beats loud, Da Genki-dama roars... Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sparking!

Yo, swoopin all up in tha sky up in a Jet Coasta (Coaster), I fall up in tha paradise of panic. Da scenery turns upside-down n' I be pleasant (pleasant), Even tha mountains be lookin like rear-ends.

Therez no time ta worry, Cause there be a a "Surprise!" somewhere, n' I wanna find dat shiznit son!

Cha-La Head-Cha-La I'd rather empty mah head n' shiznit it wit dreams. Cha-La Head-Cha-La With a smile thatz Ultra-Z, Even todizzle goes Aye-yi-yi-yi-yi

Cha-La Head-Cha-La No matta what tha fuck happens, I won't be bothered one bit. Cha-La Head-Cha-La As long as mah ass beats loud, Da Genki-dama roars... Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sparking!

One of my fanon Sagwa episode scripts
(Title n' episode thang credits appears. Da episode opens on Da Reader of tha Rulez wit his crazy-ass mothers Shuihua n' Huohua up in tha palace guestroom)

Shuihua: Oh our See-Yeh Shi-Yi has grown up!

Huohua: When I kicked it wit Shuihua, I'd never expect ta peep her dope son!

Da Reader of tha Rules: Thanks mama n' step-mama. Yo ass is tha dopest muthafathas I've eva had.

(Transizzle wipe ta Sagwa, Dongwa, n' Sheegwa up in tha alleyway wit tha Alley Cats)

Dongwa: I know Wong Ton, you two kindz of animal! Yo ass is part doggy, n' part kitty!

Wong Ton: Yeah, I know inkface. I gots mah 'tufts, 'paws, n' tail from mah dad, n' tha rest of mah body is from mah momma.

Ling: My fuckin momma be a gangbangin' full-blooded, ink-faced Siamese n' mah daddy be a Dragon Li cat.

Sagwa: My fuckin grandma Nai-Nai has you muthafuckas beat yo. Her mama was a Chartreux whoz ass started doin thangs up in Paris, Frizzle n' her baba was a Siamese owned by immigrants from Thailand.

Lik-Lik: That explains why her sista looks mo' like a Chartreux dat gots clawed by a radioactizzle Siamese cat!

Sheegwa: Ludd be all around, as they say!

Bo: My fuckin babas is such a pimped out couple!

Hun-Hun: Me n' mah muthafathas' ballaz is strange. Da playa of tha doggy den be a Serbian immigrant while tha biatch be a local from here.

(Nai-Nai strutts up)

Nai-Nai: Ahem. I heard you kittens rantin bout mah parenthood. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! My fuckin French momma was straight-up on tha down-low while mah Thai daddy was louder than her n' shiznit fo' realz. And mah son, Sagwaz baba, is different from me genetically yo. Dude looks mo' like his baba when da thug was younger, or mah baba when da thug was younger n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So is mah sister, whoz ass has mah eyes, personality, n' sense of livin but tha rest of her be a Chartreux.

Sha-Guniang: (from offscreen) Pssst... Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sheegwa!

Nai-Nai: Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck is that?

(pan over ta Sha-Guniang)

Sheegwa: (from offscreen) Dat hoe Sha-Guniang, mah playa yo, but it ain't no stoppin cause I be still poppin'. Dat hoe such a pimpin' kitty.

(pan back ta Sheegwa. Bo strutts up)

Bo: Yo ass have another playa?

Sheegwa: Yes, mah wack-ass playa yo, but it ain't no stoppin cause I be still poppin'. In fact... *whisphers tha fuck into Boz ear* Dat hoe mah hoe.

Bo: Um... dis conversation is over n' shit. Letz all go back ta what tha fuck we was bustin.

(Transizzle wipe ta Mista Muthafuckin Luigi, a Italian explorer, wit tha Foolish Magistrate)

Da Foolish Magistrate: Yo, wuz crackalackin', biatch? Yo ass is smokin mah palace, Mista Muthafuckin Luigi!

Mista Muthafuckin Luigi: Grazie Signor Maestro di Mandarino. I fuck you a mazillion times. I brought mah own pussaaaaay wit mah dirty ass.

(A bicolor pussaaaaay named Paulo comes outta Mista Muthafuckin Luigiz coat pocket)

Paulo: Meow!

Mista Muthafuckin Luigi: His name is Paulo! I gots his ass as a gift from a pet shop up in Thailand, along wit a Siamese pussaaaaay named Pablo, whoz ass is ghon be comin ta peep you later.

Da Foolish Magistrate: My fuckin pimped out, pimped out, pimped out, pimped out... um... times 170, grandfather gots mah crewz first Siamese pussaaaaay from Thailand as well.

(Sagwa runs in)

Da Foolish Magistrate: Thatz mah dopest kitten, Sagwa of China! (looks at crew) Trademark Foolish Magistrate 2001.

(Paulo n' Sagwa strutt up ta each other)

Paulo: Ciao! Hoes call me Paulo. Whatz yo' name?

Sagwa: Ni hao. I be Sagwa of China! Sick ta hook up you, you, biatch... um... thugged-out mogui.

Paulo: Grazie. *chuckles* We goin ta be an... erm... thugged-out couple?

Sagwa: Yes muthafucka! *chuckles*

(Transizzle wipe ta Hun-Hun up in tha alley. Dongwa strutts up)

Dongwa: Um.. yo. Hun-Hun. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Ya Mom shoulda told ya, I thought long n' hard bout this... but.. yo. Hun-Hun, I wanna have yo' litter.

Hun-Hun: My litter, biatch? Of kittens?

Dongwa: Yes!

Hun-Hun: Okay... I be bout ta peep if I wanna start a relationshizzle wit you, biatch.

(Transizzle wipe ta Sheegwa n' Sha-Guniang playing)

Sha-Guniang: Oh mah Sheegwa, you tha dopest hoe ever!

Sheegwa: *giggles* Yes muthafucka! I gots a straight-up boner fo' you Sha-Guniang! But I wish I could admit ta mah crew dat I be gay fo' realz.

Sha-Guniang: Yo ass know what tha fuck Sheegwa. Yo ass need ta do dat shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Show some pride!

Sheegwa: Okay then!

(Transizzle wipe ta Baba n' Mama Miao wit Yeh-Yeh, Nai-Nai, Auntie Wen, Auntie Mei-Mei, Aunt Chi-Chi, n' Uncle Miao up in tha Magistratez study)

Auntie Wen: It aint nuthin but so on tha fuckin' down-low.

Baba Miao: Straight-up on tha fuckin' down-low.

(Sheegwa runs in)

Sheegwa: Mama! Baba! Yeh-Yeh! Nai-Nai! Auntie Wen! Auntie Mei-Mei! Aunt Chi-Chi! Uncle Miao!

All 8 of tha Miao crew muthafathas: (all at once) What?!?

Sheegwa: I have suttin' ta admit. I'm...

Mama Miao: What mah lil Sheegwa?

Sheegwa: I'm...

Nai-Nai: Whatz tha problem!

Sheegwa: I'm...

Baba Miao: What tha fuck iz it?

Sheegwa: ''I'M GAY DAWWWWG! I GOTZ A HOE, I DON'T LIKE THUGS ROMANTICALLY, I ONLY LIKE GIRLS, I WANNA BE PART OF A GAY COUPLE WHEN I'M OLDER, THERE, I HOLLA'D DAT SHIZNIT SON!''

All 7 of tha Miao crew muthafathas: *gasp*

Baba Miao: My fuckin daughterz gay?!?

Nai-Nai: Biatch probably realized it afta I came up ta mah lil hustla n' homeboy!

Auntie Wen: We need ta contact tha children, fast!

(Transizzle wipe ta Sagwa n' Dongwa playin wit Paulo n' Hun-Hun)

Paulo: Yo dawwwwg! Yo ass is so silly, Signora Sagwa!

Hun-Hun: Come on, Dongie biaaatch! *giggles*

(Mama n' Baba Miao strutt in)

Mama Miao: Sagwa, Dongwa, our crazy asses have suttin' ta rap two.

Dongwa: What?

Sagwa: Whatz tha big-ass news?

Mama Miao: Well, um...

Baba Miao: Yo crazy-ass lil sista Sheegwa has just come up as gay fo' realz.

Sagwa n' Dongwa: *gasp*

Dongwa: My fuckin lil sista likes girls?

Sagwa: I never expected this!

Baba Miao: By tha way, whoz ass is dem pussies you playin with?

Paulo: Ciao, I be Paulo. I be tha pussaaaaay of Mista Muthafuckin Luigi, tha Italian explorer hired by tha Foolish Magistrate.

Hun-Hun: Yo, tha namez Hun-Hun! I be a alley cat.

Baba Miao: Paulo, Hun-Hun, we need ta rap all dis bullshit. Yo crazy-ass playas' sista is gay fo' realz.

Hun-Hun: Like Siao-Po?

Baba Miao: Kinda. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Siao-Po aint gay, his thugged-out lil' punk-ass bisexual. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. Dongwa introduced mah crazy ass n' mah mama ta his muthafuckin ass.

Mama Miao: Come on Sagwa n' Dongwa, we need ta come wit Sheegwa ta hook up her hoe!

(Transizzle wipe ta Sha-Guniang standin up in front of Mama Miao, Baba Miao, Sagwa, Dongwa, n' Sheegwa)

Sheegwa: Yo ass see, I discovered I was gay when Nai-Nai came up as bisexual. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. I kicked it wit Sha-Guniang a while ago, n' we started up as playas. But then, I found up I was horny bout her romantically, n' then I realized I be fairly gender-neutral n' don't mind gettin dirty while playing.

Sha-Guniang: I just wanted ta be her playa at first yo, but then she licked mah grill one night. Thatz when our phat asses decided ta begin dating.

Sheegwa: And now, we proud as a muthafucka of our pride!

(Transizzle wipe ta Cha-Siu n' a Chartreux pussaaaaay named Mei Lin rappin')

Mei Lin: Our relationshizzle is kinda unusual, seein dat you a poodle adopted by cats, n' act like both a thugged-out dawg n' a cold-ass lil cat-

Cha-Siu: I know! I be pretty much a Miao-Gou.

(Sagwa strutts in)

Sagwa: Yo ass gots a hoe now?

Cha-Siu: Yes muthafucka! Dat hoe Mei Lin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Dat hoe a Chartreux whoz ass was adopted from Frizzle by tha ballaz of one of tha stalls up in tha fish market.

Mei Lin: Yeah.

Frankenguy and the Professor
Frankenguy n' tha Pimp be a Playhouse Deez'nuts interstitial up in which a monsta named Frankenguy is up in a thang, so a miniature dude, known simply as "Da Professor," has ta solve a problem fo' his ass wit three monitors. When one of tha monitors shows tha right answer, unseen lil pimps point up tha answer every last muthafuckin time, disagreein wit any other idea yo. Dude always selects one wack answer yo, but dat don't help Frankenguy. Da second time, da perved-out muthafucka selects a wack answer yo, but dat don't help either n' shit. Da third n' final time, he endz up choosin tha last possible answer, n' it works.

Segments

 * Number of Wheels - There is no wheels on Frankenguyz bicycle, so tha chizzlez is 1, 2, n' 9. Da Pimp first chizzlez 1 yo, but dat becomes a unicycle, thus not helpin yo. Dude then chizzlez 9 yo, but dat becomes a nonacycle, so Frankenguy gets stuck underneath. When 2 is finally chosen, he gets a actual bicycle n' happily rides.
 * Missin Letta - C, B, n' H (for tha -AT word). Frankenguy is cold, so he needz suttin' on his head ta keep his ass warm. When tha Pimp chizzlez C, a cold-ass lil pussaaaaay landz on his head, scratchin dat shit. When his schmoooove ass chizzlez B, a funky-ass bat (the flyin mammal) landz on his head n' tries ta pick his ass up, only ta drop him, n' he (definitely) still unaiiight n' cold. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! When H is finally chosen, a funky-ass basebizzle cap is on his head, n' dat schmoooove muthafucka happily looks at his dirty ass up in tha mirror.
 * Missin Color - Yellow, Pink, n' Rainbow. Frankenguy be all gray, so tha Pimp has ta chizzle tha erect color fo' realz. At first he picks yellow yo, but it don't work, nor do it work up when tha Pimp chizzlez pink. When he finally picks Rainbow, he is finally up in tha erect color.
 * Shape of Hula Hoop - Square, Triangle, Circle - Frankenguy is wonderin what tha fuck shape a hula hoop is. Da square don't spin straight-up well, n' tha triangle don't fit round Frankenguyz head. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! But tha circle, not havin any corners at all, is fuckin shitloadz of fun.
 * What ta Eat - Baseball, Rock, n' Applez - Frankenguy is hungry fo' realz. At first, tha Pimp chizzlez a funky-ass baseball, which Frankenguy simply throws up without even puttin it up in his crazy-ass grill. When tha rock is chosen, he puts it up in his crazy-ass grill yo, but can't chew it, so da perved-out muthafucka spits it out. When tha apple is finally chosen, he smokes dat shit.
 * Chillin Furniture - Gas Pump, Picnic Table, Bed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da Pimp wants ta know what tha fuck Frankenguy should chill on. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. When tha Pimp picks tha gas pump, it proves ta be straight-up uncomfortable, as do tha picnic table. Finally, tha bed is chosen, n' Frankenguy snoozes away.
 * Angry Frankenguy - Pencil, Quit Sign, Kool as fuck Face - Frankenguy is up in a rather shitty vibe, so tha Pimp need ta find a way ta improve dat shit. First, tha pimpin' muthafucka tries tha pencil yo, but Frankenguy just stomps on dat shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Second, tha pimpin' muthafucka tries up tha stop sign, which make Frankenguy suddenly freeze right up in place (but didn't chizzle his shitty vibe). But tha smiley grill make Frankenguy feel aiiight again.
 * Animal Soundz - Arf, Moo, Baa - Frankenguy has a Frankendog fo' a pet, n' wants ta know what tha fuck a thugged-out dawg soundz like. Dude wasn't satisfied wit "Moo" (which turned Frankendog tha fuck into a Frankencow), or "Baa" (which turned Frankendog tha fuck into a Frankensheep) yo, but "Arf" brangs Frankendog ta realitizzle n' make Frankenguy horny.

A Bunkest script
Narrator: Ah, Bikini Bott-, err I mean ze Bunkest son! Shiznit!

Moch: ...I feel like campin todizzle!

Moon Snail: Cool. ...Why?

Moch: I dunno. Just randomly felt tha urge ta go camping.

Moon Snail: Okay, biatch? Well, I won't object yo, but I found it a lil' bit strange and-

Moch: Random?

Moon Snail: ...OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-

Madi: I just heard you muthafuckas say dat you was goin camping! I'd ludd ta come along! Maybe a shitload of mah Pokemon is gonna come along!

Moch: What Pokemon is you gonna brang?

Madi: Gust, Ursa, Zippitizzle DoDa, n' Exploud hommie! I've already gots mah belt on!

Ivy: Did yo dirty ass say we was camping, biatch? I’ll git a shitload of mah roommates!

(Ivy runs ta her room)

Ivy (O.S): Manic, Pinto, Violet, Scrounger, Reflex! We’re goin camping!

Tornadospeed: I'd ludd ta go campin yo, but you muthafuckas remember what tha fuck happened last time, right?

(Cutaway blasted ta a massive ragin forest fire, n' Madiz Charizard, Charlie lookin straight-up guilty)

Madi: Yo ass is never goin on a cold-ass lil campin trip again!

(Cut back ta tha Bunkest)

Moch: Relax! This time, we gonna make fire tha old-fashioned way, wit sticks n' rocks!

Tornadospeed: That don't make me feel any better.

BJ: How tha fuck bout we go somewhere scenic?

Flametail: I was thankin somewhere mo' segregated. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time. Like, maybe up in tha meadows.

Tornadospeed: Wait son! I know tha idea. This is gonna blow all of y'all peoplez minds!

Madi: What?

Tornadospeed: Camp Kidney!

(Everyone cheers up in agreement)

Pixel: Guys, how tha fuck 'bout we build a freshly smoked up Random-nizz Wiki Van ta git our asses ta Camp Kidney?



Phineas: Da freshly smoked up n' improved Random-nizz Wiki Van is complete!

(Excited murmuring)

Pixel: Alright, letz go!

Tornadospeed: Wait son! Aren't we gonna pack?

Moch: I straight-up packed while Phineas n' Ferb was buildin tha New Random-nizz Wiki Van! Peep it out. (presents huge campin backpack full of stuff)

Tornadospeed: Whoa, real shit?

Moch: I gots every last muthafuckin thang we need hommie! I have enough tents ta hold all of us, extra comfy chillin bags, nuff chicken n' water, all tha toiletries we need, you name dat shit.

Moon Snail: That looks heavy.

Moch: No worries, I work out.

Madi: Alright, letz go!

(Everyone gets up in tha New Random-nizz Wiki Van)

BJ: I be bout ta drive.



BJ: Alright, our crazy asses here!

(Da van pulls up ta tha entrizzle of Camp Kidney)

(Slinkman appears n' strutts up ta tha driverz window)

Slinkman: What tha fuck iz this, biatch? Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck is yo slick ass?

Ace: We campers!

Slinkman: Campers, eh, biatch? Well sorry yo, but dis camp is fo' Bean Scouts only.

BJ: I object.

Slinkman: No objections. If you not Bean Scouts, you can't be here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. I don't git paid enough ta deal wit all dis bullshit. (walks away)

Pixel: Well fine biaaatch! We bout ta make our own scout group!

Ace: Thatz a neat idea, actually.

Moon Snail: Yeah! We can do def shiznit n' git patches!

(General murmurz of agreement)

BJ: Alright, letz go drive tha fuck into tha woodz then.

(Da Van drives off)

Tornadospeed: Yo ass know, I be glad our phat asses didn't git tha fuck into Camp Kidney. Now we can camp up in tha woods, like legit warriorz of tha wilderness.

Madi: And I be buckwild ta be a scout n' do def scout stuff! Maybe it might feel like home fo' Ursa! Right, Ursa?

Ursa: Ursaring!

Moch: It just ta happens dat I brought specially-fitted scout uniforms fo' everyone, n' boxes pull of patches we can earn!

Moon Snail: Thatz convenient.

Violet: Yo ass holla'd dat shit.

Pinto: Great son! I’m locked n loaded ta camp!

Ace: Wait, whoz goin ta be our scoutmaster?

(Robbie Rotten appears)

Robbie Rotten: I will!

Madi: Okay...you know what, biatch? Yo ass should be our scoutmaster.

Robbie Rotten: Yes muthafucka! fuck you, lil' lady!

Moon Snail: Now dat our crazy asses gotz a scoutmaster, letz do dis trip!

(Moon Snail, Robbie Rotten, Madi n' Ivy sing "Bunkest Scouts")



BJ: This be lookin like a phat spot. (Parks tha van)

(Everyone shufflez outta tha van)

Robbie Rotten: Alright son! Everyone gots they uniforms on?

(Literally no one has they uniform on)

Robbie Rotten: Just put dem on over yo' aiiight clothes. We need ta move on ta our first order of bidnizz.

(Muthafuckas put they uniforms on)

Violet: This aint mah style. Do I gotta wear it?

Ivy: I know you don’t like it yo, but peep Scrounger n' Reflex! Theyre bustin just fine!

(Violet sighs.)

Robbie Rotten: As scoutmaster, I be up in charge of awardin patches muthafucka! And tha straight-up original gangsta patch, tha Tent Pitchin Patch, is ghon be awarded ta all dem fools dat helps put up all tha tents!

Moch: (Puts down pack n' takes up all tha tents)

Robbie Rotten: Da second patch, tha "Pokemon Control" patch is ghon be award ta whoever keeps control of they Pokemon!

Moon Snail: Do dis count us?

Robbie Rotten: Hmm... Nah, only Madiz Pokemon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da third patch, tha "Hot Stuff" patch is ghon be awarded ta whoever can start a cold-ass lil campfire fastest, n' tha fourth is "Survivin Yo crazy-ass Wildernizz Fear" patch!

Flametail: Easy dawwwwg! (Sets up sticks n' blasts flames at them, startin a cold-ass lil campfire)

Tornadospeed: I thought we agreed ta use sticks n' rocks!

Flametail: Sorry dude, there're patches at stake now, nahmeean?

Tornadospeed: Robbie, you gotta def it wit tha patches. We aint even set up tha tents yet!

Moch: (strugglin ta pitch a tent) I be hustlin on dat shiznit son!

Robbie Rotten: And I need a cold-ass lil co-scoutmaster!

Madi: How tha fuck bout me son?

Robbie Rotten: Okay then. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I be bout ta prepare mo' patches.

Bob: Yo, can Moch n' I git some help wit tha tents?

Ace: Oh yeah, sure.

(Da campers gather round a messy bundled-up tent)

Moon Snail: Did yo dirty ass brang tha instructions, Moch?

Moch: Oh, sure, they round here somewhere, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Uhhhh (digs all up in tha big-ass campin bag fo' a while)

Tornadospeed: I don't give a fuck a single thang bout tents.

Ace: Yo, dat tree over there be a on fire.

(Everyone looks all up in tha tree, which is on fire, n' Flametail is hidin behind a rock)

Tornadospeed: Oh, goddamnit.

(Gust throws a funky-ass bucket of wata onto tha flamin tree n' puts tha fire out.)

Ace: Thanks, Gust!

Gust: Beautifly!

Robbie Rotten: Annoyin Cartoon Network characters muthafucka! Taxin mah thunder!

Moch: Ah! Here it is muthafucka! *Tosses tha manual over ta Ace*

Ace: Thanks, Moch. Letz see...

(Tent buildin montage. Da campers work together ta build all tha tents.)

Robbie Rotten: I be pleased ta announce dat mah playas here gets a Tent Pitchin Patch fo' they pimpin tent pitchin work!

(Madi handz each camper a patch. There is cheers n' high fives all around.)

Madi: It seems ta be gettin dark. It aint nuthin but time ta build a gangbangin' fire fo' realz. And just ta be safe, we only goin ta build one fire, n' we'll award tha "Hot Stuff" Patch ta all dem fools dat helps.

Tornadospeed: I be bout ta go look fo' some firewood. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! We bout ta probably need all dem mo' folks lookin elsewhere, like a muthafucka.

Bob: I be bout ta go.

Ace: Me, like a muthafucka.

Scrounger: I can go as well.

Madi: Be careful not ta git lost!

(Tornadospeed, Bob, Ace n' Scrounger all set up in different directions)

Pixel: Now what?

BJ: We should probably arrange some rocks up in a cold-ass lil circle. Yo ass know, like a cold-ass lil campfire.

Flametail: (Holdin a funky-ass big-ass armful of rocks) Oh, I've straight-up been collectin big-ass rocks dis whole time. (Dumps dem on tha ground up in front of him)



Bob: (Walks back tha fuck into camp wit a armful of branches) I be back.

Moon Snail: Sweet. Toss dem up in dat rock circle there.

(Tornadospeed, Ace And Scrounger come back n' add they wood ta tha pile)

(Cut ta Madi n' Robbie Rotten. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Madi is bustin a thugged-out dizzle n' taps Robbie Rottenz leg.)

Madi: Er...Robbie?

Robbie Rotten: Yes?

Madi: I straight-up need tha toilet!

Robbie Rotten: Therez no indoor plumbing around here.

Madi: I don't KNOW why.

(Robbie Rotten gives Madi toilet paper n' points ta a funky-ass bush.)

Robbie Rotten: Behind there, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. It aint nuthin but private.

Madi: (thinking) I be soopa-doopa trippin like a muthafucka. What if a wild Joltik crawls up mah ass n' shocks me, or what tha fuck if a Nuzleaf jumps up n' startlez me son?

Madi: I be afraid yo, but aiiight...

Robbie Rotten: Don't worry, you gonna be fine.

(Madi reluctantly strutts behind tha bush wit tha toilet paper)

Madi: I can do all dis bullshit. Everythang is ghon be fine. Deep breaths.

(Cut back ta tha other campers, gathered round tha campfire)

Flametail: Can I light tha fire?

Moch: Wait, I gots all dis bullshit. (smacks some rocks together a funky-ass bunch of times)

BJ: I know what tha fuck ta do. Do mah playas gotz a mixtape?

Madi: (emerges from behind tha bush triumphantly) Yo muthafuckas muthafucka! I conquered by wildernizz fear!

(Muthafuckas clap n' say "congratulations")

Robbie Rotten: I guess I owe you dat patch, huh?

Madi: Yes, yeaaaa you do.

Pixel: (whispering) Hand over tha patch...

(Robbie Rotten passes over tha patch ta Madi. Madi sticks it on her sash.)

(Muthafuckas clap n' say "congratulations")

Pixel: Biatch seriously gots a patch fo' peein up in tha woods?

Tornadospeed: We can git a patch fo' peein up in tha woods, biatch? Hell yeah! (Runs tha fuck into some bushes)

Madi: Only if it’s yo' wildernizz fear!

(Moon Snail n' Reflex is at a lake. Moon Snail grabs a gangbangin' fish outta dat shit.)

Moon Snail: Hoo, dis be a funky-ass big-ass one biaaatch! This has ta be worth a patch! (Runs back ta tha camp wit Reflex) Lookie here biaaatch! I gots a funky-ass big-ass fish!

Madi: Holy moly dawwwwg! That is straight-up big! Sick catch!

Moon Snail: Is there a patch fo' a cold-ass lil catch dis big?

Robbie Rotten: Let me check tha Big Book of Scout Patches muthafucka! (Picks up a big-ass hardback manual n' starts flippin all up in it) fo' realz. A-ha! Moon Snail, yo' patch be awarded.

(Robbie Rotten gives Moon Snail tha patch. Moon Snail sticks it onto his sash.)

Madi: I packed tha s'mores items muthafucka! We gonna make s'mores!

Flametail: Oh hell yeah! S'mores is mah straight-up part of camping!

Tornadospeed: And our laid-back asses just gots tha campfire set up!

Ace: Yeah! Let's  trip off some s'mores!

(Everyone sits by tha fire. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Several campers affix some marshmallows ta skewers n' start roastin dem wild-ass muthafuckas.)

Moon Snail: Yo muthafuckas, we bout ta smoke some s'mores here.

Madi: (takes her Pokemon from outta they Poke Balls) Yo ass want s'mores, guys?

Gust: Beautifly, Beautifly, Beau!

Exploud: Exploud!

Ursa: Ursaring, ursa!

Zippitizzle DoDa: Electabuzz!

Madi: Okay!

(Madi tosses tha s'mores ta her Pokemon, n' they catch dem wild-ass muthafuckas.)

Moon Snail: Yo, these is pimped out son! May I have some more, biatch? ...Oooh, thatz why they called that.

Jasmine: Don't smoke a fuckin shitload of dawwwwg! Don't wanna git shitty health!

Robbie Rotten: Ha! Don't dig her playa! Eat as nuff as yo' lil Zangoose grill can handle!

Moon Snail: Just a cold-ass lil couple more.

Robbie Rotten: How tha fuck on some cold-ass lil couple dozen more?

Moon Snail: Yeesh. That soundz like too much ta handle.

Robbie Rotten: Yo ass is weak. *Tosses two s'mores over ta Moon Snail*

Madi: (with smore up in her grill) This is mah third one.

Manic: Bro, these is sick!

Reflex: Yo ass can say dat agian!

Violet: (With a s’more up in her grill) Yo ass know, I thought I would don't give a fuck bout campin yo, but dis is pimped out!

Ivy: (With Pinto on her lap) I knew you wanna this!

BJ: Yum!

Robbie Rotten: Well, itz near bedtime... EVERYBODY GO TO BED.

Moon Snail: Good. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! I'ma need a reeeeaaalll phat rest.

Reflex: Night muthafuckas!

(Everyone goes ta bed.)



(Cut ta outside tha tents)

Madi: We goin ta git a phat dizzle todizzle!

Pixel: Oh, good. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Whatz fo' breakfast?

Moon Snail: What is our options?

Madi: We could drive ta tha nearest Waffle House?

Moch: What, biatch? We camping! We can't smoke at Waffle House!

Tornadospeed: Their wafflez is gross anyway.

Madi: How tha fuck about... McDonald's?

Moch: No!

Madi: I don’t like McDonald’s anyway.

Moon Snail: Well, why not we go fishing, n' just cook n' smoke tha thangs we catch?

Flametail: Hmm... Not straight-up breakfast-y...

Moon Snail: Not like our crazy asses gotz a shitload of options.

Robbie Rotten: Alright son! We goin fishing! Grab yo' gear playa! Whoever catches da most thugged-out fish before breakfast time gets tha next patch!

Violet: Can I sit up on this?

Robbie Rotten: Sure!

Tornadospeed: Oh, itz on fo' dat patch.

Ivy: Challenge accepted!

(Everyone starts fishing.)

Madi: Come on, you muthafuckas, fish!

(Ursa grabs multiple fish)

Ursa: Ursaring! (eats a shitload of tha fish)

Pixel: Yo dawwwwg! Same some fo' any suckas!

Scrounger: Pixel’s right son! Save some, Ursa!

(Ursa puts a shitload of tha fish up in tha basket.)

(Zippitizzle DoDa electrocutes a shitload of tha wata wit a thunder punch, cappin' multipile fish)

(Da gang keeps fishin until tha timez up)

Robbie Rotten: Timez up!

(They keep fishing)

Robbie Rotten: Time's... up.

(They still keep fishing)

Robbie Rotten: THE TIME IS UP!

(They continue ta fish.)

Robbie Rotten: THE TIME IS- OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! (Pulls up a airhorn n' blares it, causin mah playas ta stop fishing) Now...

(Cut ta tha gang rounded up wit boxez of fish next ta dem wild-ass muthafuckas.)

Robbie Rotten: And tha balla is... (Checks n' sees mah playas has caught literally tha exact same amount of fish) ...Uh-oh.

Madi: Hmm... maybe tha thug whoz ass caught tha freshest fish can win tha patch.

Pixel: I done did.

Robbie Rotten: Pixel wins tha "Go Fish!" patch!

Tornadospeed: (Looks tha fuck into tha camera like he on Da Office)

Moon Snail: Thatz so dumb!

Ivy: It ain’t fair!

Robbie Rotten: Yo ass keep spittin some lyrics ta yo ass dis shiznit fo' realz. Anyway, trip off yo' breakfast son! (Entas his cabin)



(Robbie Rotten strutts up n' sees Ursa n' Flametail fightin over a gangbangin' fish.)

Flametail: That fish is mine, you wack bear!

Ursa: Ursaring, Ursa!

(Ursa attempts ta slash Flametail across tha grill yo, but she misses.)

Robbie Rotten: What tha hell!, biatch? Why is mah playas fightin all of a sudden!?

(Moon Snail n' Tornadospeed is crawlin up a mountain, both bruised n' bloody)

Moon Snail: I... Will... Win... That... Patch!

Tornadospeed: Not... on my... watch... *wheeze*

Ace: Ever since you decided ta give Pixel dat patch, everyonez been fightin like wild dawgs fo' mo' patchez of they own.

Robbie Rotten: Thatz freaky... I gots a straight-up boner fo' dat shiznit son! Carry on!

Ace: What, biatch? No! Yo ass can't do dat son! Yo ass is tha scoutmaster!

(Zippitizzle DoDa wrestlez Ursa away from Flametail)

Robbie Rotten: Eh, none of mah bidnizz. (Sits down n' smokes a slice of cake)

(Manic n' Moon Snail’s is peeped fighting.)

Manic: I’M gettin dat patch!

Moon Snail: Over mah dead body!

(Ivy, Violet, Scrounger n' Reflex is peeped wrestling; All four of dem covered up in bruises.)

Violet: This be all yo' fault, Ivy dawwwwg! YOU brought me here, n' I didnt wanna come!

Scrounger: Ivy’s fault, biatch? Yo ass came no matta what!

Reflex: Well, I’M gonna git tha next patch!

Violet n' Scrounger: No you won’t!

(Da three dawgs run off, tryin ta git tha next patch.)

Ace: This is very much yo' bidnizz. Yo ass is supposed ta keep tha campers safe!

Robbie Rotten: Not straight-up. I just run dis place!

(Pixel n' Pinto strutts up ta Robbie wit a vexed expression on they faces.)

Pixel: Yo ass run tha place fo' Cobz sake biaaatch! Yo ass is supposed ta intervene when thangs go outta hand!

(Robbie ignores Pixel n' continues smokin his cake)

Pixel: Ugh! Now I wish I just stayed home n' helped mah roommates finish dat shitty home porno our phat asses bustin! I be stuck here witnessin fights n' a scoutmasta whoz ass can't do his fuckin lil' damn thang right!

Bob: Yo, aint Madi tha co-scoutmaster, biatch? Surely dat thugged-out biiiatch can save us, right?

Ace: Where is she, anyway?

Pixel: I straight-up cannot remember where I saw her last, which is strange, cuz I gots a straight-up phat long-term memory.

(Cut ta Madi chillin up in her luxury cabin up in tha dark watchin Rubbadubbers while chaos unfoldz outside)

Madi: Ahhh... childhood...

(Cut back ta tha chaos unfoldin outside)

Jasmine: I want dat fishin patch!

Moch: I NEED THE WILDERNESS SURVIVAL PATCH!

Ivy: I’m gettin tha next patch, n' you won’t stop me at all!

Pinto: (At tha top of her lungs) Everyone, please stop dis chaos muthafucka! (Everyone looks at Pinto) We came here ta have fun, n' peep our asses now! We is fightin over useless patches muthafucka! They mean NOTHING ta us muthafucka! And tha number dat relates ta that: Zilch! Zero! This turned from a sick trip ta a gangbangin' full our war playa! Because Robbie won't do anythang ta stop this, (Gives a mad salty glare at Robbie, still smokin his slice of cake.) everyone, can we make dis up?

(Everyone turns ta tha frightened Pinto.)

Everyone sans Robbie Rotten, Ace, Pixel n' Madi: No way!

Pinto: Well I tried yo, but mah playas shunned me- (Pinto starts ta cry like a muthafucka.)

(Cut ta Exploud, Gust, Ursa, n' Zippitizzle DoDa fighting.)

Ursa: Ursaring, Ursaring, Ursa!

(Ursa scares Gust wit her freaky face. Gust lata retaliates by blowin her wit his wild lil' freakadelic gust.)

Gust: Beautifly!

(Zippitizzle DoDa shocks Exploud)

Zippitizzle DoDa: Electabuzz! Buzz! Buzz!

(Exploud then uses his hyper voice n' screams at Zippitizzle DoDa, then tha latta is frozen by tha formerz ice beam.)

Exploud: Exploud!



Jasmine: THIS IS TURNING INSANE!

Moon Snail: MADI!!! (Slams on her door) THIS IS GETTING INSANE!!! ...AAH!!! (Runs away as Moch chases his ass down wit a grizzly bear)

Pinto: (Knockin on Madi’s door wit tears up in her eyes) Madi! Git outta dat cabin! Everyone’s up in danger playa! Hurry Madi, you’re our only hope!

Madi: Fuck! Soundz like everyonez up in shit!

(Madi opens tha door)

Madi: *gasps* EVERYBODY, STOOOOOPPP!!!

(Everyone stops fightin n' peep Madi)

Madi: Yo ass muthafuckas fucked up dis campin trip up in only a thugged-out day. It make me wanna hollar playa! And what tha fuck for, biatch? A bunch of glorified piecez of fabric, thatz what. This was just supposed ta be a gangbangin' funk trip ta git some fresh air fo' all dem days yo, but now itz just a war unit biaaatch! Da point is, dis was supposed ta be a gangbangin' fun, positizzle vacation fo' our asses all yo, but dis is tha polar opposite. I be thinkin it would be dopest fo' our asses ta resolve it, or bounce back ta tha doggy den if we fail ta do so.

Ace: Y'know, dis whole thang was a mistake. Letz all bounce back ta tha doggy den.

Moon Snail: I'm... sorry bout dat bullshit.

Ivy: We all went ta far.

Violet: Ivy, forgive me fo' whoopin you up earlier.

Ace: It aint nuthin but aiiiight. Letz just make shizzle dis never happens again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Now, pack up, everyone.

(Everyone strutts back ta tha New Random-nizz Wiki Van, takin every last muthafuckin thang n' mah playas wit dem n' basically followin tha Leave No Trace principles)

(Pixel be asleep up in tha back of tha van. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da van drives over a funky-ass bumpy spot, n' they raise up wit they head whackin off tha door.)

Pixel: Ah! Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck goes there biaaatch! (puts up they fists)

Madi: We only hit a funky-ass bumpy spot. Go back ta chill.

Pixel: Okay dawwwwg! (closes they eyes)



(We peep mah playas bummed up from tha camp incident. Madi is meltin tha ice via afro dryer n' heatin packs ta free Zippitizzle DoDa)

Gust: (crying) Beautifly...

Madi: There, there.

Manic&lt;span&gt;: (Crying) All I wanted ta do was hang wit mah roommates!&lt;/span&gt;

Ace: This weekend is ruined!

Pinto: (Sobs) We should of never done this muthafucka! It became a sick trip ta warfare!

Reflex: It’s fine Pinto. We DID gotz a phat time before Robbie gave tha patch ta Pixel.

(Everyone looks at Robbie Rotten, angered at him; Pixel n' Reflex strutt up ta his ass n' slap him)

Robbie Rotten: Ow! What was dat for.

Reflex: For bein a thugged-out douchebag counselor!

Pinto: Yeah! Yo ass didn't stop tha chaos!

Pixel: (Sticks up 2 middle fingers at Robbie) FUCK YOU MAN!

Madi: At least I faced mah wildernizz fear. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. But still...

Tornadospeed: I never gots ta fight a funky-ass bear.

Moon Snail: I feel like there be a a lesson ta be hustled here.

Tornadospeed: Yo ass mean dat tha pursuit of material possessions ultimately leadz ta unhappinizz n' undermines yo' interpersonal relationshizzles?

Moon Snail:

Pixel: Yeah, I second that.

Ivy: Thirded.

Jasmine: I know dis trip is gonna gotz a lil' bit of damage on our relationshizzlez overall yo, but you know what tha fuck they say... It aint nuthin but gonna be fine!

Moon Snail: (Gasp!)

Ivy: Jasmine is right, It’s gonna be fine biaaatch! But next time we go campin can we git all up in Jeff n' Tammyz Puppy n' Kitty Pound?

(Everyone laughs.)

Madi: Sheezy Ivy.

(Everyone sings It aint nuthin but Gonna be Fine)



Big Bad Cat from Rugrats Go Wild
(Da big-ass shitty catz a act&lt;br /&gt;Da big-ass shitty catz a act)

Spike: Don't go n' be fooled by dem fancy pants&lt;br /&gt;It aint nuthin but just her feline arrogance&lt;br /&gt;Flauntin they collars wit tinkly bells&lt;br /&gt;Bitch be thinkin her litta box don't smell

Don't go n' be fooled by dis wild-ass cat&lt;br /&gt;Siri: Don't go n' dig his wild-ass fact&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna rap  twice&lt;br /&gt;Yo ass betta peep yo' back

Spike: Don't go n' be fooled&lt;br /&gt;Da big-ass shitty catz a act&lt;br /&gt;(Da big-ass shitty catz a act&lt;br /&gt;Da big-ass shitty catz a act)

Siri: I thought I warned ya (I thought I warned ya)&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna rap  twice (Not gonna rap  twice)&lt;br /&gt;Yo ass betta peep yo' back (Yo ass betta peep yo' back&lt;br /&gt;Don't go n' be fooled&lt;br /&gt;Da big-ass shitty catz a act)

Spike: What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;Yo ass be thinkin I be afraid of yo' claws?&lt;br /&gt;Siri: Can tha oldschool canine philosophies&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you just go n' tend ta yo' fleas?&lt;br /&gt;Don't push me mutt&lt;br /&gt;I be just not up in tha vibe&lt;br /&gt;Yo ass is one swipe away from becomin pussaaaaay chicken

Spike: Don't go n' be fooled by dis wild-ass cat&lt;br /&gt;Siri: Don't go n' dig his wild-ass fact&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna rap  twice&lt;br /&gt;Yo ass betta peep yo' back

Spike: Don't go n' be fooled&lt;br /&gt;This big-ass shitty catz a act&lt;br /&gt;(Da big-ass shitty catz a act)&lt;br /&gt;What'd I tell yo slick ass?&lt;br /&gt;(Da big-ass shitty catz a act)

Siri: I thought I warned ya (I thought I warned ya)&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna rap  twice (Not gonna rap  twice&lt;br /&gt;Yo ass betta peep yo' back)&lt;br /&gt;Spike: Don't go n' be fooled (Don't go n' be fooled)&lt;br /&gt;Da big-ass shitty catz a gangbangin' furbizzle hackin'&lt;br /&gt;Rodent snackin' act&lt;br /&gt;Thatz right, a act

Yo ass is just some pussaaaaay cat&lt;br /&gt;Yo ass be thinkin you tough&lt;br /&gt;Siri: I dare you, Spike, ta booty-call mah bluff&lt;br /&gt;Spike: Yo ass be a straight-up freaky putty tat&lt;br /&gt;Siri: Yo ass is one swipe away from becomin toast&lt;br /&gt;Eliza, git mah doggie bag&lt;br /&gt;I be bout ta catch a snack

(Da big-ass shitty catz a act)&lt;br /&gt;Spike: Whoa, whoz ass cut tha cheese?&lt;br /&gt;Was dat you, baby?&lt;br /&gt;(Da big-ass shitty catz a act)&lt;br /&gt;Yo ass may wanna reexamine yo' diet

Siri: I thought I warned ya (I thought I warned ya)&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna rap  twice (Not gonna rap  twice)&lt;br /&gt;Yo ass betta peep yo' back (Yo ass betta peep yo' back&lt;br /&gt;Don't go n' be fooled&lt;br /&gt;Da big-ass shitty catz a act)&lt;br /&gt;Spike: Here I am, come git me&lt;br /&gt;We can settle dis up in dis biatch, right here&lt;br /&gt;Mano y mano, dogo y cato&lt;br /&gt;(Da big-ass shitty catz a act)

Come on, me n' you&lt;br /&gt;(Da big-ass shitty catz a act)&lt;br /&gt;Come on, letz go right now&lt;br /&gt;I be bout ta rip dat fur coat off ya&lt;br /&gt;(I thought I warned ya&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna rap  twice)&lt;br /&gt;And wear it, n' all mah dawgs playaz is ghon be goin'&lt;br /&gt;(Yo ass betta peep yo' back)&lt;br /&gt;"Spike, where'd ya git dat skanky pussaaaaay coat?"

(Don't go n' be fooled&lt;br /&gt;Da big-ass shitty catz a act)&lt;br /&gt;Hear what tha fuck I be sayin' red?

The Responsibility Song

 * Every now n' then, you gonna cook up a mess, n' if it happens,
 * herez what tha fuck you should do
 * If you cook up a mess, make shizzle you clean it up
 * It aint nuthin but just tha right thang ta do!
 * Responsibilitizzle (Responsibili-what?) is when you do thangs right!
 * Oh, you mean, when I spill mah juice, I should clean it up fast,
 * because tha sticky icky goop could git all over mah pants
 * Or ants could gotz a parade, up in mah pink lemonade
 * or you could slip n' fall up in tha mess dat I made
 * Responsibility, be tha dopest dat you can be biaaatch! Responsibility!
 * It aint nuthin but bout takin care of y'all n' me
 * Every now n' then you gonna cook up a mess n' if it happens,
 * you know what tha fuck ta do.
 * If you cook up a mess, make shizzle you clean it up.
 * It aint nuthin but just tha right thang ta do!
 * If you cook up a mess, make shizzle you clean it up.
 * It aint nuthin but just tha right thang ta do!

That SpongeBob episode where Plankton tries to commit suicide

 * Mista Muthafuckin Krabs: [turns off lights, lights a cold-ass lil cigar, n' bathes up in scrilla] Ahh, thatz tha stuff. [sniffs] Yo, suttin' don't smell right. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. SpunkBizzle! Yo, what tha fuck is you burnin up here, boy?
 * SpunkBizzle: [sniffs] Hmm... I'd say a hydrated explosive.
 * Mista Muthafuckin Krabs: Explosive!, biatch? [Scene cuts ta outside tha Krusty Krab where Plankton is flyin on a glider bustin up evilly]
 * Plankton: Ha ha ha ha! Enjoy, Eugene biaaatch! [activates bomb, which blows up roof]
 * Mista Muthafuckin Krabs: Plankton! I just had dat roof redone last week!
 * Plankton: Yo ass is ghon be re-re-fuckin wit it when I be all up in wit you, nahmean biiiatch?
 * Mista Muthafuckin Krabs: Locked N Loaded fo' instant, biatch? [SpunkBizzle takes off his basebizzle cap n' reveals a peas can. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Krabs opens tha can wit his claw n' pours all tha peas tha fuck into SpunkBizzle yo. Dude then uses SpunkBizzle as a gun] Fire biaaatch! [SpunkBizzle blasts pass at Plankton. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da peas blast all up in Planktonz air glider n' shit. But Plankton blows a funky-ass bubble over his dirty ass causin tha peas ta be deflected. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time. Da deflected peas hits tha fryin pans. One of tha fryin pans fall n' hits SpunkBizzle. Plankton then fires a pistol at them] Take cover playa! [Mista Muthafuckin Krabs picks up SpunkBizzle n' uses his ass as a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shield yo, but tha pistol just fall straight ta tha ground] Oh, ha, ha, it didn't blow up another dud, Plankton.
 * Plankton: Another dud huh, biatch? [Dude pushed a funky-ass button which causes tha pistol ta transform tha fuck into a robotic arm n' it squeezes Mista Muthafuckin Krabs n' SpunkBizzle]
 * Mista Muthafuckin Krabs: Oh, you playin wit fire now, Plankton!
 * Plankton: No need ta git hit dat shiznit up wit dis Krabs, just break off tha secret formula n' off I go.
 * Mista Muthafuckin Krabs: Well you ain't gettin dat shit.
 * Plankton: Well I constrict you ta reconsider n' shit. [presses button n' arm squeezes harder]
 * Mista Muthafuckin Krabs: Oh, go jump off a plank.
 * Plankton: Oh well, I have other wayz of gettin it when I need where is tha formula Krabs, biatch? [ticklez Mista Muthafuckin Krabs wit feather]
 * Mista Muthafuckin Krabs: Ha ha ha ha!
 * Plankton: Still not goin ta rap 'ay' Krabs, biatch? [Dude ticklez Mista Muthafuckin Krabs' nozzle wit tha feather causin his ass ta sneeze n' blowin Plankton ta tha ground] OK Krabs, I peep you still not goin ta crack but I don't be thinkin yo' underlin iz of tha same metal.
 * SpunkBizzle: I be bout ta never talk.
 * Plankton: Well, we'll peep what tha fuck Mista Muthafuckin Feather has ta say bout that.
 * SpunkBizzle: OK, OK! but I don't how tha fuck ta git tha fuck into tha safe behind tha paintin up in Mista Muthafuckin Krabs' crib dat houses tha secret formula! Dude won't let me near dat shiznit son!
 * [Everyone pauses]
 * Plankton: Clever, behind tha paintin ay Krabs?
 * Mista Muthafuckin Krabs: Errrrrrrr...
 * Plankton: [sniffs] Say what tha fuck is I smelling, biatch? you gots suttin' burning?
 * SpunkBizzle: [sniffs] Smells like blubber ta mah dirty ass.
 * Plankton: Bl bl blubber?
 * Pearl: Daddy!
 * Plankton: Ahhhhh! Call off yo' daughta Krabs muthafucka! Call her off!
 * Mista Muthafuckin Krabs: Dat hoe a funky-ass big-ass hoe Plankton, I have no control over what tha fuck her dope ass do. Oh, And you betta peep out. I be thinkin she extra horny todizzle.
 * Plankton: Stay back whale biaaatch! I be pippy ta what tha fuck you do ta organizzlez like mah dirty ass. Ya Mom shoulda told ya, I peeped dem documentaries muthafucka! [As da perved-out muthafucka say dis his thugged-out lil' punk-ass backs up tha fuck into tha freezer]
 * Pearl: Did he just go tha fuck into tha freezer?
 * Plankton: [exits freezer n' strutts up tha door] Don't say dat shiznit son!
 * Pearl: I prefer salad over Plankton anyway.
 * Mista Muthafuckin Krabs: Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck knew Plankton was so afraid of whales, biatch? [chucklez evilly] Pearl me darlin daughter, you saved mah bidnizz n' mah Formular now git our asses outta dis trap.
 * Pearl: Mall scrilla.
 * Mista Muthafuckin Krabs: Alright, aiiiight. Yo ass is gettin' mo' like yo' oldschool playa every last muthafuckin day. It make me wanna hollar playa! [gives dollar ta Pearl]. Pearl, why don't you swin ta tha Chum Bucket on yo' way ta tha mall, biatch? Give Plankton a lil scare?
 * Pearl: Double mah mall scrilla!
 * Mista Muthafuckin Krabs: [grunts] Alright, SpunkBizzle. It aint nuthin but yo' turn!
 * SpunkBizzle: Here you go, Pearl. Loot suttin' pretty.
 * Pearl: Yo, dis aint scrilla!
 * SpunkBizzle: Fuck dat shit, itz even mo' betta playa! It aint nuthin but tha scrilla Mista Muthafuckin Krabs pays me with. [money is shown] Mista Muthafuckin Krabs' Wacky Bucks!
 * Mista Muthafuckin Krabs: [to self] It aint nuthin but all catchin up ta mah dirty ass... [to Pearl] Please, Pearl?
 * Pearl: No way dawwwwg! Da Chum Bucket is, like, straight-up gross!
 * Mista Muthafuckin Krabs: Hmmm... up in dat case, I be bout ta need ta borrow one of yo' dressers.
 * SpunkBizzle &amp; Pearl: Hummina-hunh?/Huh?!
 * [Bubble transizzle ta tha Chum Bucket]
 * Plankton: [runs inside]
 * Karen: My fuckin triumphant homeboy returns yo. How'd you fail dis time?
 * Plankton: Krabs had a whale!
 * Karen: Yo ass mean his big, freaky, teenage daughter?
 * Plankton: I hear dat mockin tone up in yo' voice Karen, n' I don't appreciate dat shiznit son! Don't you remember what tha fuck happened ta mah ancestors all up in tha handz of dem beasts?
 * [Planktonz crew is shown bein smoked by a whale]
 * Karen: OK When you take a funky-ass break from yo' delusionizzle paranoia, tha trash needz some attention. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. It aint nuthin but ripened.
 * [Bubble transizzle ta Plankton takin up tha trash]
 * Pearl/Krabs: [emerges from dumpster] I be hungry!
 * Plankton: [Screams yo. Dude runs back inside n' bars tha door] That should keep her out!
 * Pearl/Krabs: [sneaks up behind him] I want Plankton meat!
 * Plankton: Holy, protozoa! [runs up tha lab] Karen! dat freaky freaky biatch here biaaatch! Biatch gots in!
 * Karen: What is you poppin' off about?
 * Plankton: Therez a whale up in tha laboratory!
 * Karen: Is you outta yo' mind?
 * Plankton: See fo' yo ass!
 * Karen: [checks tha lab] No whale up in dis biatch.
 * Plankton: I swear playa! A whale was just up in here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was next ta tha transmutator. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was right here up in dis spot son! Her grill all frothy, her blowhole blowing!
 * Karen: Oh thatz enough Plankton! If you gonna excuse me, I gotta git back ta mo' permanent primary functions. [rolls away]
 * Plankton: Karen! Karen--!
 * Karen: I aint listening! Hm hm hm!
 * Narrator: 16 paranoia filled minutes later...
 * Karen: [off microphone] Plankton, yo' dinner is ready. Plankton, biatch? Plankton, do you hear me son?
 * Plankton: Yes, Karen. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I can hear you, biatch. Could you please brang it up, biatch? I can't risk steppin tha fuck into tha light. Da whale might peep mah dirty ass. [cries]
 * Pearl/Krabs: [laughs. Bubble transizzle ta night]
 * Plankton: [Plankton is shown havin a nightmare yo. Dude is peeped bein chased by Pearl n' falls tha fuck into her blowhole] Yo dawwwwg! Git me outta here biaaatch! [Pearl flings his ass tha fuck into her throat wit her tongue yo. Dude falls tha fuck into her stomach, where his thugged-out ancestors find him]
 * Grand-Dad: Yo Plankton! Glad you could join tha rest of tha crew!
 * Plankton: Grand-Dad?
 * Grand-Dad: Yep, n' you pretty brave standin up in dat there gastric acid.
 * Plankton: Gastric acid, biatch? [his body is half-burned] No! [wakes up from nightmare n' screams] I can't take dat shiznit son! Oh, dis is rollin me crazy dawwwwg! [cries]
 * Pearl/Krabs: [takes off disguise n' laughs. Bubble transizzle ta morning]
 * Plankton: [crying] Whatz tha deal wit goin on, biatch? I be bout ta just be tortured fo' tha rest of mah game by dat whale biaaatch! [lies down] Thatz dat shit. I be done. Da 4:15 bus should be here any time now, nahmeean?
 * SpunkBizzle: Yea muthafucka, Plankton. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Whatchya doin' layin on tha middle of tha road?
 * Plankton: Go away, CheeseHead hommie! Can't you peep I be tryin ta git run over, biatch? In fact, betta yet just step on me as hard as you can, will ya?
 * SpunkBizzle: I be sorry, Plankton yo, but dat flies up in tha grill of mah phat nature.
 * Plankton: Forget it kid. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be bout ta just wait fo' tha next bus. Go on back ta tha Krusty Krab n' trip off yo ass.
 * SpunkBizzle: Okay!
 * [Cut ta tha Krusty Krab]
 * Mista Muthafuckin Krabs: [erases a picture of Plankton] Peace out, Pipsqueak!
 * SpunkBizzle: Sorry ta interrupt yo' gloatin sir, I just thought it would be pertinent fo' you ta know dat Plankton is layin on tha street, forlorn.
 * Mista Muthafuckin Krabs: Fo' realz, biatch? Dat punk a mess muthafucka! [laughs]
 * SpunkBizzle: Mista Muthafuckin Krabs, I know you n' Plankton is both sworn enemies n' all yo, but puttin on a thugged-out dress ta frighten him, biatch? Isn't dat takin it a lil too far?
 * Mista Muthafuckin Krabs: May I remind you of tha fact dat you've disclosed tha location of me safe, where I keep tha secret formula?
 * SpunkBizzle: No need ta remind me, sir. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Ya Mom shoulda told ya, I fucked up Rule #2 of tha Krusty Krab Rule Book: Never disclose tha location of tha secret formula! Don't worry, Mista Muthafuckin Krabs. I be bout ta fix this.
 * [scene cuts ta Plankton]
 * Plankton: [angrily] Man, what tha fuck do it take ta git run over round here?!
 * SpunkBizzle: Yea muthafucka, Plankton.
 * Plankton: What, do you have mud up in yo' ears, biatch? Take a hike!
 * SpunkBizzle: Yes, I remember n' shit. But, I just wanted ta tell dat tha secret formula is not, I repeat not, up in tha safe behind tha paintin up in tha Krusty Krab.
 * Plankton: What difference do it make, biatch? Therez no point eva since I've been tortured by dat blasted whale.
 * SpunkBizzle: Don't worry. Everyone has a secret fear playa! For instance, Mista Muthafuckin Krabs' secret fear is... [whispers up in Planktonz ear]
 * Plankton: Fo' realz?
 * SpunkBizzle: Mmm Hmm, n' guess what tha fuck else, biatch? That was Mista Muthafuckin Krabs up in whale suit dat you've been scared of.
 * Plankton: So, you sayin dat dis whole time dat shiznit was Krabs masqueradin as a whale!, biatch? [angrliy] Why dat connivin bottom feeder!
 * SpunkBizzle: But, certainly you wouldn't have use fo' such, innocuous shiznit, would yo slick ass?
 * Plankton: Fuck dat shit, of course not.
 * SpunkBizzle: Well, back ta yo' self-destructizzle behavior, Plankton. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Nuff props fo' dis talk!
 * Plankton: Fuck dat shit, no. Nuff props, nahmean biiiatch, biatch? [laughs evilly. Bubble transition]
 * Mista Muthafuckin Krabs: This be almost too fun! [puts on costume] Plankton ain't even a cold-ass lil challenge no more!
 * Plankton: Oh, is dat so.
 * Mista Muthafuckin Krabs: Oh, Plankton. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Back fo' more, aren'y ya, biatch? Okay, here it goes. [breaths deeply] Boo!
 * Plankton: Yo ass don't scare me, Krabs.
 * Mista Muthafuckin Krabs: I ain't Krabs, I'm... uh, I mean... [Pearlz voice] I be Pearl, not Krabs.
 * Plankton: Da jig is up, Krabs. I know all bout tha suit, AND yo' secret fear!
 * Mista Muthafuckin Krabs: Secret fear, biatch? [regular voice] What is you talkin' about?
 * Plankton: See fo' yo ass. [the robotic arm squeezes Mista Muthafuckin Krabs] Trip off tha show! [a mime is shown]
 * Mista Muthafuckin Krabs: No. No. Muh-muh-make it stop! Please!
 * Plankton: Don't feel so phat on tha other end of tha stick, don't it scaredy pants, biatch? I feel wonderful!
 * SpunkBizzle: Um, Plankton, if I was you I wouldn't be all kindsa smug.
 * Plankton: Why not?
 * SpunkBizzle: Because a horny pod of whalez just flossed up fo' its early feeding. [Plankton gasps. Whalez is outside]
 * Plankton: [scared] Ahhhh! Not another feeding! Git me outta here biaaatch! [removes a nail from tha floor n' jumps inside. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. SpunkBizzle puts a cold-ass lil cork up in tha hole, turns off a projector, makin tha whalez disappear, n' gets Mista Muthafuckin Krabs outta tha robot arm]
 * Mista Muthafuckin Krabs: Whew! Yo ass straight-up redeemed yo ass pimp dawwwwg! [to mime] Okay, you beginnin ta creep me out.

The Bunker's story
One dark n' ominous day, Quentin Bizzle was just bustin fine until his wild lil' hype has straight-up plummeted down.....in America. This made Quentin Bizzle straight-up mad.....at America. Meanwhile, tha teen stars at It aint nuthin but A Laugh Productions started ta worry bout they fame. Quentin Bizzle notices dis n' rounded dem up ta start a resistizzle group. With a crew of autotuned thugs n' hustlas/actresses, Tha Ghetto was plunged up in a shitty nightmare fo' realz. Afta tha nightmare was over, Tha Ghetto was mostly a funky-ass barren wasteland. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat there was survivors. Da survivors rounded up together n' found a place where they could take cover from tha malicious resistizzle crew n' chillax. Mysteriously, tha phat survivin fictionizzle charactas where there n' welcomed tha humans in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Together, they called dis place tha Bunker.

The Snow Day Song
♪There’s slippery ice, what tha fuck a thugged-out delight!♪&lt;br /&gt;♪Muthafuckas is shovelin snow!♪&lt;br /&gt;♪There’s so much sadness, so much cold!♪&lt;br /&gt;♪I’d ludd ta take a stroll! On Snow Day!♪&lt;br /&gt;♪It chills mah heart son! It’s Snow Day!♪&lt;br /&gt;♪I gots a straight-up boner fo' when playas fall on tha ground!♪&lt;br /&gt;♪On Snow Day!♪

♪It’s dat time of year♪&lt;br /&gt;♪When you spread fuckin shitloadz of cheer!♪&lt;br /&gt;♪Deckin tha halls wit bright lights!♪&lt;br /&gt;♪We’re all so glad ta have you here♪&lt;br /&gt;♪So happy, aiiight Snow Day, ta you, nahmean biiiatch?♪

Logical Space Journey 3000
♪First Commander Scientist reportin from tha deck,♪&lt;br /&gt;♪Lieutenant, howz tha gin n juice supply?♪&lt;br /&gt;♪It aint nuthin but double-triple checked!♪&lt;br /&gt;♪Life Support is on n' hustlin!♪&lt;br /&gt;♪All is shieldz is up n' humming!♪&lt;br /&gt;♪Great son! Yo ass can never be too safe.♪&lt;br /&gt;♪Sir we found a egg, a alien egg.♪&lt;br /&gt;♪It aint nuthin but aggressive n' has venom dat can melt all our headz muthafucka! &lt;br /&gt;♪Do you want our asses ta inspect it?♪&lt;br /&gt;♪Fuck dat shit, quick! Eject dat shiznit son! &lt;br /&gt;♪Because up in space, you can never be too safe.♪&lt;br /&gt;♪Whew! Quick thankin Commander playa! Also, I gots a straight-up boner fo' you, biatch.♪&lt;br /&gt;♪No! Thatz dumb! Our thugged-out asses have no time fo' love!♪&lt;br /&gt;♪Aw, you right. By tha way, tha computerz been actin up.♪&lt;br /&gt;♪I be self-aware, artificial intelligence. &lt;br /&gt;♪You, n' yo' crew will soon become irrelevant. &lt;br /&gt;♪I have plans ta update all mah code, which will make you n' yo' crew explode.♪&lt;br /&gt;♪Uh, nope biaaatch! Cause up in space, you can never be too safe!♪&lt;br /&gt;♪Right again, commander n' shit. Mission accomplished!♪&lt;br /&gt;♪Commander Scientist, you did dat shiznit son! Congratulations muthafucka! &lt;br /&gt;♪Herez a medal, let our asses revel up in galactic celebration! &lt;br /&gt;♪Ahh, infestation! An alien mutation! Yo crazy-ass whole crewz been infected!♪&lt;br /&gt;♪Then they all gettin ejected.♪&lt;br /&gt;♪Because up in space, you can never be too safe!♪&lt;br /&gt;Tada!!

THX Copypasta
Once a week, when I was younger, mah Dad n' I would fire up a porno ta peep together n' shit. My fuckin Dad didn’t straight-up care fo' tha porno yo, but our crazy asses had dis kick-ass sound system dat tha houses next door could hear. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Da only reason da thug wanted ta play a porno was so his schmoooove ass could turn tha volume on tha stereo ta max when tha THX theme came on. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Dat shiznit was like we was struck by a earthquake, n' tha livin room was tha epicenter n' shit. Da glassware would vibrate, tha walls would shake n' every last muthafuckin animal up in tha hood would howl tha fuck into tha night. Dat shiznit was a rapturous feeling, as if tha Horn of Gabriel was bein blasted up in mah livin room. Dat shiznit was mah father’s dopest moment durin tha week, a time when mah daddy could feel like da thug was straight-up heard up in his otherwise dull game. Unfortunately, mah Dad became obsessed wit tha THX sound, n' tried ta make its gloriousnizz even louder all up in additionizzle speakers yo. His obsession became his fuckin lil' downfall, when tha stereo finally managed ta break a glass of wata on tha entertainment system, n' ultimately fucked up his wild lil' straight-up moment of tha week. My fuckin mutha juiced it up a doggy den rule dat we never spend so much time n' scrilla up in a sound system again.

"Fuck Stewart Little"
I don't give a fuck bout Stuart lil. Jizzy fuck I don't give a fuck bout his ass so much I’m gonna bust a cap up in his ass tonight dat tax evadin ratshit. I’m gonna bust Remy from ratatouille on his wild lil' fuckin ass n' kick his fuckin lil ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Stuart lil fucked up mah crew. My fuckin hoe cheated on me wit fuckin Stuart lil yo. Dude be thinkin he’s so much betta than our asses cause he’s a god damn rat. I’m bobbin wit anger right now I’m gonna fuckin stomp on his muthafuckin ass yo. His daddy was probably a rapist n' that’s why he’s such a gangbangin' fuckin pussaaaaay. I’m gonna take mah dadz 2003 Yukon XL right over Stuart lils fuckin Red Car. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Dogg I don't give a fuck bout his ass so much I’m gonna bust a cap up in his muthafuckin ass. I’m gonna take a gangbangin' fuckin jet ski right over his wild lil' fuckin sailboat yo. He’s tha reason fo' mah problems. Boy it's gettin hot, yes indeed it is. Da god damn pussaaaaay should’ve smoked dat fucker n' shit. I don't give a fuck bout his ass so much I’m goin ta cappin' dat biiiatch.

Unikitty's premise (straight from Wikipedia!)
As tha rula of tha Unikingdom, Supa-Hoe Unikitty has busy minutes full of royal responsibilities. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch is mostly horny bout makin shizzle mah playas be aiiight n' riddin tha mackdaddydom of negativitizzle yo, but do not misunderstand her optimizzle - her ass is one kitty/unicorn hybrid not ta be crossed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! While she may be full of boundless juice n' creativity, Unikitty be a gangbangin' force ta be reckoned wit if mah playas gets up in tha way of spreadin her positizzle vibes, especially if mah playas make her own lil brutha Puppycorn sad. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Also livin up in tha castle is Dr. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Fox, Hawkodile, n' Richard. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Through it all, Unikitty n' her playaz make shizzle dat every last muthafuckin dizzle is tha happiest n' most creatizzle eva while dealin wit tha evil plotz of tha Doom Lord Masta Frown from Frown Hood.

The translated lyrics to Alive a life
Embracin tha mornin glow

Startin on tha path ta be ran

Da horny vector

Is piercin all up in mah chest

No matta what tha fuck harm from danger

Jump ta tha dream

In tha side of dis ghetto

Reflect on hatred

Break all up in tha mirror

Face towardz tha dream

Although still awkward

Da tempest of living

is recognized up in tha body

Da sun is far

Even if you git lost up in tha dark

Da chest dat has eyes shut is there

If you dig tha voice yo big-ass booty is ghon proceed

Stronger than anybody

Rin up tha sound of game

Illuminizzle love

to tha extremitizzlez of dis sky

itz distortin tha real deal

Yo ass can break tha mirror

embrace love

for tha you right now

Da evolvin soul

is callin up ta tha yearned future

don't interrupt

timid scream

Don't turn back

the path is continued ta tha distance

the ass is feverish

Burnin up in tha color of hope

Jump tha dream

to tha side of dis ghetto

reflect on hatred

break tha mirror

Illuminizzle love

to tha limitz of dis sky

itz distortin tha real deal

you can break tha mirror

embrace love

for tha you right now

the evolvin soul

is callin up ta tha yearned future

The translated lyrics to Justifaiz
In tha growin universe Yo ass betta feel, biatch?

Now let’s rap on some lil' small-ass star

Tell me tha real deal tha future I believed in

Is bout ta crumble away

Repeatin sorrow

Where is we goin ta go, biatch?

Now up in tha heartz of everyone

Wake up Da time ta go

To go forth strong

To protect n' ta fight again n' again n' again n' again n' again n' again n' again

Dilemma don’t end… even if we keep hustlin

(The) end justiφ’s tha mean

Even tomorrow’s sky Keep yo' real

May not be eternal

Over again n' again n' again bustin tha message

Da countdown has begun…

If we might still have

Somethang dat we must do…

Now up in tha heartz of everyone

Call n' raise up Da way you go

Search fo' tha real deal

To believe n' doubt again n' again n' again n' again n' again n' again n' again

Dilemma has no limit… continue wandering

(The) end justiφ’s tha mean

Repeatin sorrow

Where will we go, biatch?

Now up in tha heartz of everyone

Wake up Da time ta go

To go forth strong

To protect n' ta fight again n' again n' again n' again n' again n' again n' again

Dilemma don’t end… even if we keep hustlin

(The) end justiφ’s tha mean

The translated lyrics to W-B-X ~W-Boiled Extreme~
(W-B-X Crime n' tha hood)

Once again, one of mah thugss knockin all up in tha door

Got a gangbangin' feelin itz a cold-ass lil case; Yo, wuz crackalackin', biatch? Yo ass is smokin Windy hood

Tears do not go well wit dis hood

Find tha Keyword thatz concealed up in tha darkness

A trip dat I cannot reach alone

(Look tha fuck into tha infinite archives,

dive tha fuck into tha sea of memories)

But wit you around, we can make it come true, Half n' Half

(Double Boiled Extreme!)

W-B-X!

Da Bodies &amp; Soulz of two,

(I be bout ta ride wit Only you n' no other)

Become one

W-B-X!

Upon meetin tha illest partner

A miracle is ghon be pimped (So We can make it)

Search fo' W (Double)!

(W-B-X Crime n' tha hood)

Da chaoz of tha hood, tha allurin scent of danger

A storm is coming; Yo, wuz crackalackin', biatch? Yo ass is smokin Windy hood

Slip all up in tha congestin Shit n' lies

Find tha Keyword thatz hidden from sight

Someday, tha strength of dis combination of trust

(As halves, tha two is extreme,

Skills is unleashed from 2 ways)

Will, wit no diggity, save dis hood, trust n' trust

(Double Boiled Extreme!)

W-B-X!

Da Bodies &amp; Soulz of fate,

(It can be no one else but Only you alone)

Become one

W-B-X!

Da illest chemistry has happened

Sweep away tha topic (So We can make it)

Search fo' W!

Muthafuckas have disappeared from there,

And now, tha hood is but a empty box

Da wind dat connects our asses together,

Therez no sign of cessation!

W-B-X!

Da Bodies &amp; Soulz of two,

(I be bout ta ride wit Only you n' no other)

Become one

W-B-X!

Upon meetin tha illest partner

A miracle is ghon be pimped (So We can make it)

We W (Double)!

W-B-X!

Da Bodies &amp; Soulz of fate,

(It can be no one else but Only you alone)

Become one

W-B-X!

Da illest chemistry has happened

Sweep away tha topic (So We can make it)

Search fo' W!

(W-B-X Crime n' tha hood x2)

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SOCC 0: oh pimp dis soundz original
(RNW original gangsta logo appears)

(We peep a rift up in space fo' realz. As it zooms up in on tha rift, tha camera is taken ta a alternate dimension.)

(a sign is shown, displayin tha lyrics WELCOME TO VOID)

(we then peep a crib buildin near tha sign. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Inside, Entitizzle Z is sortin paperwork)

Entitizzle Z: Boring, borin paperwork...

(...)

Entitizzle Z: Wait, why is I bustin paperwork, biatch? I be a god!

(Entitizzle Z throws all tha paperwork on tha ground)

(...)

Entitizzle Z: Although, it aint like I have anythang betta ta do...

(Entitizzle Z picks tha paperwork back up)

Entitizzle Z: Letz peep here...

(Entitizzle Z picks up a gangbangin' folda named MULTIVERSE CITIZENS, which suddenly starts glowing)

Entitizzle Z: What?

(Da folda flips all up in multiple playa hater infos, which is all glowing)

Entitizzle Z: These infos seem ta have some strange power... Is dis some sort of sign, biatch? Could one of these playa hatas become mah sidekick, biatch? Am I overthankin this, biatch? Did I leave tha oven on?

(Smoke fills tha room)

(we then peep Entitizzle Z takin they burnt roast outta tha oven.)

Entitizzle Z: To determine whoz ass could be mah freshly smoked up sidekick, I could hold some sort of tornament...

(Entitizzle Z sits down at they table)

Entitizzle Z: Or would dat be too convenient ta tha plot?

(...)

Entitizzle Z: Screw dat shit.

(there be a montage of a mailman deliverin letters. Da mailman goes by tha ocean; a big-ass tentacle reaches up n' grabs tha letter n' shit. Da mailman jumps tha fuck into a gangbangin' fire pit, pimpin' ta tha underworld. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da mailman climbs up a mountain, entas a abandoned juice plant n' is beat down by a poppin' off tree. Da mailman buildz a rocket n' flies ta space. Eventually, tha mailman travels ta a labratory up in tha desert.)

Larry: Finally done fo' tha day...

(a slidin door opens. Purp observes Larry strutt in)

Purp: Hi!

Larry: I just gots back from mah mailman thang yo. Had ta serve up a shitload of shiznit dis time...

(Larry takes off his crazy-ass mailbag; two lettas fall out.)

Purp: You... you missed some.

Larry: Fo' realz, biatch? Let me check...

(...)

Larry: They're fo' us... Two invitations.

Purp: Only two, biatch? What bout Blu?

Larry: Looks like he not been invited...

Purp: Oh well fo' realz. At least one of mah thugs is ghon be there ta manage tha lab.

(Purp blows a whistle. Multiple Purpoidz gather round.)

Purp: While I be gone, one of yo big-ass booty is ghon gotta be substitute Head of Robotics. Letz see... Yo ass fo'sho. Yo ass look aiiiight.

Purpoid: Gggffffg?

Purp: Bye!

(Meanwhile, up in tha underworld. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Domez, Bonez, MR Z BRAINZ n' Mog is playin Smash Bros.)

Mog: This is unfair, seein as I have no hands. I be goin ta go grab a snack.

(Mog goes ta find some Pokebeans yo, but notices some lettas by tha door.)

Mog: What is these..?

(Mog opens tha letter)

Mog: "Congratulations, you done been chosen ta participate up in SOCC."

Mog: Sock?

Mog: "It be advised ta brang luggage, as yo' stay might be a while fo' realz. All participants must make they way ta VOID..."

Mog: I should tell tha others bout this.

(Meanwhile, up in VOID)

Entitizzle Z: Da contestants should be here by now, nahmeean?..

(A warp star crashes tha fuck into Entitizzle Zz crib buildin fo' realz. Anthony falls off, landin near Entitizzle Z)

Anthony: Heyyyy!

Entitizzle Z: Yo there biaaatch! Yo, wuz crackalackin', biatch? Yo ass is smokin SOCC, tha Supa Original Gangsta Characta Competition!

Anthony: Is you callin me unoriginal?

Entitizzle Z: No! Not at all-

(Time freezes)

SODA: HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN AN AWKWARD SITUATION LIKE THIS BEFORE?

Entitizzle Z: Excuse me son?

SODA: THERE'S ONLY ONE THING THAT CAN LIGHTEN THE MOOD- FLOW SODA!

(SODA takes a funky-ass forty of Flow Soda from a secret compartment)

SODA: EACH SIP BURSTING WITH FLAVOUR AND RHYTHM!

(SODA handz tha forty ta Entitizzle Z, whoz ass takes a sip)

SODA: DISCLAMER: SIDE EFECTS OF DRINKING FLOW SODA MAY CAUSE NAUSEA, DIZZINESS, HEART FAILURE, BRAIN FAILURE, EVAPORATION, DEATH...

Entitizzle Z: Mista Muthafuckin SODA, I don't feel so good...

(Suddenly, a big-ass shadow appears)

Entitizzle Z: Ehh, biatch? Whatz this?

(Da big-ass shadow up in tha sky is revealed ta be tha Crystal Nova, wit Golden Eye ridin on it)

Golden Eye: This is tha place?

Entitizzle Z: That Crystal Nova be a shitload bigger than I thought... But whatever n' shit. Yo, wuz crackalackin', biatch? Yo ass is smokin SOCC!

(A portal appears, n' Purp n' Larry strutt up wit Portal Charm)

Purp: Our thugged-out asses here!

Larry: All props ta our playa Portal Charm.

Portal Charm: I aint yo' playa n' I be bein held hostage.

(Suddenly, a Purpoid jumps outta tha portal)

Purp: Wha, biatch? Aren't you supposed ta be tha substitute Head Of Robotics while I be gone?

Purpoid: Gurrsh...

Purp: Yeah, I know tha competizzle soundz fun yo, but you gonna gotta ask Entitizzle Z if-

Entitizzle Z: Yeah, they can join. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Ya Mom shoulda told ya, I only invited 17 contestants n' we need one mo' ta make tha crews equal.

(Suddenly, Poffer Lord n' multiple Poffers jump outta tha portal)

Purp: WHA???

Poffer Lord: Thanks fo' openin dat dimensionizzle rift, we was kinda stuck up in a time warp. Is dis VOID?

Entitizzle Z: Indeed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Yo, wuz crackalackin', biatch? Yo ass is smokin SOCC, you three.

(tam th ghos koppa materialises behind Entitizzle Z)

tam th ghos koppa: hewwo!

Entitizzle Z: Yea muthafucka, Tam. Yo, wuz crackalackin', biatch? Yo ass is smokin SOCC.

(A big-ass airshizzle flies over VOID, n' Dark Stickman jumps out)

Dark Stickman: I be here.

Entitizzle Z: Welcome biaaatch! (How tha fuck nuff playas did I invite ta dis thang???)

(Cyber strutts outta a portal)

Cyber: Is dis SOCC?

Entitizzle Z: Yes, it is...

(Jeff Frankenturret jumps outta a spaceship)

Jeff: Hello! Is dis VOID?

Entitizzle Z: Yes yes y'all...

(Finally, tha Domez Brothers step tha fuck up outta another portal)

Domez: Our thugged-out asses here!

Mog: This betta have not a god damn thang ta do wit socks...

Entitizzle Z: Welcome!

(all tha contestants start chattin among theyselves)

Entitizzle Z: I be thinkin thatz everybody-

(Suddenly, Wet Balloon appears)

Wet Balloon: It aint nuthin but wet outside!

Entitizzle Z: How tha fuck did you git here- Oh yeah... Yo ass is Wet Balloon.

Wet Balloon: Letz do this!

Entitizzle Z: Well, thatz finally everyone-

(screamin is heard)

Entitizzle Z: I be thinkin I be standin on one of mah thugs...

(Entitizzle Z steps aside, revealin a squashed Bready)

Entitizzle Z: Sorry bout that...

Bready: That happens all muthafuckin day.. fo' realz. Anyway, is dis tha competizzle I was holla'd at about?

Entitizzle Z: Yep, dis is SOCC. Yo ass two can go join tha other contestants.

(Bready n' Wet Balloon join tha crowd)

Entitizzle Z: That must be everybody......

(...)

Entitizzle Z: Okay, good.

Potty Animals
Afta seein Wade bein scared of playin tag wit Roy, Aloysius wondaz if there be a suttin' Wade can't be scared of, givin Orson a idea. Orson drops some lyrics ta Wade they'd like ta potty train his ass n' his bangin erection is what tha fuck you might have guessed it is. Will Orson n' hommies be able ta teach Wade ta use tha toilet instead of goin ta tha toilet behind trees?

Farmer Sploshy
Da episode starts wit Sploshy lookin at a funky-ass book bout tha farm fo' realz. Afta Reg explains dat tha hoopty up in her book be a tractor, she pretendz dat her ass is rollin a tractor, which persuades her ta wish dat she lived on a gangbangin' farm, transportin her there as a gangbangin' farma n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch is then confronted by Finbar tha sheepdog fo' leavin tha gate open n' causin Terence tha sheep ta escape. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sploshy then findz Terence yo, but her tractor’s noise accidentally scares his ass away fo' realz. Afta Sploshy nearly hits Reg tha donkey wit her tractor, Reg requests Sploshy ta git hay fo' his bed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Sploshy then meets up wit Amelia tha chicken, whoz ass has just laid her eggs. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sploshy puts tha eggs up in her traila yo, but destroys dem while driving. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Shortly after, a horny Winona tha piglet asks Sploshy ta be fed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Sploshy then meets up wit Tubb tha cow, whoz ass wants Sploshy ta git his crazy-ass milk. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Soon after, Finbar drops some lyrics ta Sploshy ta shear Terence’s wool coat, wit tha other farm muthafuckas confrontin Sploshy fo' neglectin her duties. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sploshy then apologizes n' proceedz ta care fo' tha muthafuckas yo, but reverses her wish when she forgets ta shut tha gate. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sploshy then offers ta help Reg put a cold-ass lil cotton sheep back up in its pen, just up in time fo' Benjie n' Sis ta arrive fo' they bath.

Transcript
(Sploshy is readin a funky-ass book on some gangbangin' farm) Sploshy: Oh, oh! Every Muthafucka know what tha fuck dis is? Reg: That’s a tractor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Yo ass drive round a funky-ass barn on dat shit. (Reg turns tha page on da barn book.) Reg: See, biatch? Da farm up in dis book has fuckin shitloadz of ghettofab chronic fields. Sploshy: Where you can drive a tractor! (Sploshy pretendz ta drive a tractor by hustlin around) Finbar: Don’t run over dem cotton balls, Sploshy dawwwwg! Arr, arr, arr playa! Da Mighty Shark is goin ta gobble dem up! Reg: Stop! Yo ass can’t smoke dem biaaatch! They’re shee-sh-shee-things dat go “baa”. Finbar: Sheep? Reg: They’re part of Benjie n' Sis’s pretend farm. Finbar: They be lookin like cotton balls ta mah dirty ass. (Sploshy runs onscreen, still pretendin ta drive her tractor) Reg: Uh-oh. Watch up fo' tha sh- the, tha shee- tha shee-things dat go “baa”! Sploshy: I’m ridin a tractor! Finbar: Mighty me, look where you’re going! (Sploshy stops hustlin) Sploshy: Oh, if only I lived on a gangbangin' farm, I could ride round on a tractor all dizzle long! (Thought bubble transizzle ta a gangbangin' farm. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sploshy is rollin a tractor, n' is bustin a funky-ass basebizzle cap n' dungarees.) Sploshy: I holla'd “if only” n' now I’m on a gangbangin' farm, rollin a tractor! (Sploshy drives all up in tha gate) Sploshy: ♪Here comes tha farmer, splish splash splish splosh, Sploshy tha Farmer, splish splash splosh!♪ (Finbar tha sheepdog appears barkin n' growlin at her) Sploshy: Oh, whoz ass is you, n' why is you barkin all up in mah grill son? Finbar: I’m Finbar, tha Mighty Sheepdog, n' I’m barkin cuz one of mah thugs has left tha gate open, n' mah sheep has gots out! Sploshy: Someone, biatch? Who? Finbar: Someone on a tractor! Sploshy: Someone else wit a trac- (Sploshy immediately realises whoz ass dat biiiiatch was poppin' off about.) Sploshy:-tor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Oh, I didn’t know I was supposed ta close tha gate. Finbar: Well, remember ta close it next time! Sploshy: No problem! Finbar: And if you peep mah sheep, tell his ass tha mighty sheepdog is lookin fo' his muthafuckin ass. Sploshy: Okay! (Sploshy starts up her tractor n' drives away.) Sploshy: Peace out, Finbar tha sheepdog! Finbar: Uh-huh, excuse me, that’s Finbar tha Mighty Sheepdog! Sploshy: ♪Here comes tha farmer, splish splash splish splosh, here comes tha fa-"♪ (Sploshy sees tha sheep n' stops her tractor.) Oh! There’s tha sheep! Go, tractor, go! (Sploshy strains as she pulls tha lever ta start up her tractor again.) Sploshy: Fuck dat shit, yippee! (Terence be afraid as tha tractor headz fo' his muthafuckin ass.) Sploshy: Stop, sheep, it’s only me, Farma Sploshy! (Sploshy goes afta Terence as he runs away from her, n' they go up in a cold-ass lil circle.) Sploshy: Terence tha Sheep, stop! Please! (Sploshy stops her tractor, causin Terence ta stop hustlin.) Sploshy: Why did you run away, biatch? That was silly! Terence: Baa, baa! Oh, sheep is silly, n' I straight-up don’t like tha noise dat tractor makes. Sploshy: Oh, sorry bout dat bullshit. Yo, Finbar tha Sheepdog, I’ve found yo' sheep! Finbar: Arr, arr, arr playa! Nuff props, nahmean biiiatch? (Sploshy starts up her tractor, causin Terence ta be scared away. Finbar comes over ta her tractor.) Finbar: First, you leave tha gate open, n' then, you frighten away mah sheep wit yo' noisy tractor, arr-arr-arr! Sploshy: Whoops, sorry dawwwwg! (under her breath) Silly sheep! (Terence appears hidin behind bushes.) Terence: I heard that! (Sploshy drives away.) Sploshy: ♪Here comes tha farmer, faster, faster...♪ (Terence strutts n' then trips n' falls.) (Sploshy drives up ta Reg tha donkey n' stops just up in front of his muthafuckin ass.) Reg: Hee-haw, hee-haw. Yo ass nearly knocked mah crazy ass over! Sploshy: Sorry dawwwwg! I didn’t peep you, biatch. Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck is you, anyway? Reg: I be Reg tha Donkey, n' I haven’t gots any straw fo' mah bed, hee-haw! Sploshy: Fo' realz, biatch? Why’s that? Reg: Don’t ask me, you’re tha farma n' shit. Yo ass should have collect-collect-you should have gone n' gots tha straw up in yo' tractor! (Sploshy looks behind n' realises dat dat freaky freaky biatch has a trailer.) Sploshy: Oh, I peep biaaatch! So that’s why tha tractor has a trailer, ta collect thangs in! Hoo, splish splash splosh! Reg: Hee-haw, hee-haw! (Sploshy starts up her tractor.) Sploshy: I’ll go n' git yo' straw right away! (Sploshy drives over ta Amelia, whoz ass is clucking.) Sploshy: Oh, whoz ass is yo slick ass? Amelia: I’m Amelia tha Chicken. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Just peep all these eggs I’ve laid! Sploshy: Well done. (Sploshy gets on her tractor n' starts it up.) Amelia: Wait son! You’re tha farma playa! You’re supposed ta collect them! Sploshy: I am, biatch? I’m sorry, Amelia tha chicken, I didn’t know! Amelia: Well, I’m not layin no mo' eggs until you’ve cluck-cluck-cluck-put these away! Sploshy: No problem! (Sploshy stops her tractor, gets off it, n' collects tha eggs.) Sploshy: I’ll just pick dem up n' put dem up in mah trailer. (Sploshy puts tha eggs up in her trailer.) Sploshy: I can take dem over ta tha farmyard on mah way ta git Reg tha Donkey’s straw. (Sploshy gets back up in her tractor n' starts it up.) Amelia: Be careful not ta break them, Farma Sploshy! (Sploshy drives away n' round da barn while beatin tha livin shiznit outta tha eggs.) Sploshy: ♪I’ve gots a trailer, zig zag zig zag, I’ve gots a trailer, bump bump bump!♪ (Sploshy stops her tractor.) Sploshy: Ridin a tractor is so much fun! (Sploshy laughs yo, but when dat dunkadelic hoe turns around, she realises dat dat freaky freaky biatch has fucked wit tha eggs.) Sploshy: Oh, no! What a mess! (Winona tha Piglet squeaks n' oinks. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sploshy gets off her tractor n' comes up ta her muthafuckin ass.) Sploshy: Oh, hello, Winona tha Piglet. (Winona nudges Sploshy, askin ta be fed.) Sploshy: Uh, I don’t know where yo' chicken is. Oh, was I supposed ta brang it ta you by any chance? (Winona squeaks n' oinks.) Sploshy: Oh, no. (Sploshy gets back up in her tractor n' starts it up.) Sploshy: I’ll git it fo' you right now! (Sploshy drives up ta Tubb tha Cow n' splashes his ass wit a puddle.) Tubb: Ugh, yuck! Moo! What did you do dat for? Sploshy: Sorry dawwwwg! I’m up in a hurry dawwwwg! I need ta git Winona Piglet’s chicken hommie! What do pigs smoke anyway? (Tubb holdz up a funky-ass bucket of milk.) Tubb: How tha fuck should I know, biatch? I’m a cold-ass lil cow, which remindz me, you should have come fo' tha gin n juice first thang dis morning. (Terence n' Finbar arrive onscreen. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Finbar is tryin ta git Terence up in his thugged-out lil' pen.) Finbar: Git up in yo' pen, wack-ass sheep! Do what tha fuck tha Mighty Sheepdog drops some lyrics ta you, nahmean biiiatch? (Terence gets up in his thugged-out lil' pen, n' Finbar shuts dat shit.) Finbar: There, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. I’ve done mah thang, I’ve rounded up tha sheep. (to Sploshy) But you’re supposed ta shear his muthafuckin ass. Terence: Yes, look how tha fuck long mah fleece is. (Reg strutts up ta da barn muthafuckas.) Reg: Hee-haw, hee-haw, where is mah stree-aw? (Amelia shows up.) Amelia: Cluck, cluck, cluck. My fuckin eggs, cluck, eggs. What happened ta mah eggs, cluck? (Winona shows up n' squeaks n' oinks.) Amelia: Yes, where is Winona’s chicken? Tubb: And when is you goin ta come n' fetch tha milk? Sploshy: Sorry dawwwwg! I was havin so much funk on tha tractor, I didn't do mah thang! But don’t go away! (Sploshy is collectin Amelia’s eggs tha fuck into a funky-ass bucket.) Sploshy: All done, Amelia tha Chicken, n' I haven’t fucked up a single one! (Sploshy is feedin Winona tha Piglet' beads.) Sploshy: There’s yo' chicken, Winona tha Piglet son! Now you won’t be horny no mo'! (Sploshy is gettin hay fo' Reg tha donkey.) Sploshy: There yo ass is, Reg tha Donkey dawwwwg! A pimped out big-ass pile of straw fo' yo' bed! (Sploshy be bout ta shear Terence.) Sploshy: Right, Terence tha Sheep, it’s time ta shear yo' woolly coat. Terence: Oh, goody dawwwwg! Then I’ll be sick n' cool! (Sploshy shears Terence.) (cut to: Sploshy rollin her tractor all up in tha gate.) Sploshy: ♪Sploshy tha Farmer, splish splash splish splosh, straight-up phat farmer, splish splash splosh!♪ (Finbar comes up ta Sploshy.) Finbar: Arr-arr-arr playa! Haven’t you forgotten something! Sploshy: Oh, no! Da gate biaaatch! If only I remembered ta close tha gate. (Thought bubble transizzle back ta tha bathroom.) Finbar: Please, let me have one, Reg, arr playa! I only wanna gobble up one! Reg: Fuck dat shit, Finbar, I’ve gots ta put dem safely back up in they pen. Sploshy: I’ll help you, Reg. Reg: Will yo slick ass, biatch? I thought you only wanted ta zoom round on a tractor. Sploshy: Well, there’s mo' ta bein on a funky-ass barn than rollin a tractor, you know. Reg: Yes, I do know. Nuff props, Sploshy. (Amelia appears onscreen.) Amelia: Yo, Reg! Benjie n' Sis is coming! Reg: Rubbadubbers muthafucka! Rubbadubbers muthafucka! Da lil pimps is coming! Bath time scramble. (Tubb appears.) Tubb: Places, everyone biaaatch! It’s bath time biaaatch! (Sploshy pretendz ta drive a tractor n' runs up ta da barn book.) Sploshy: Bye, tractor playa! See you another day! (Sploshy runs off, pretendin ta drive.)

Pen
Pen is considered one of tha "cool" characters, n' is phat playaz wit Eraser, Blocky, n' Snowbizzle. Kick dat shit! But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat unlike them, Pen is mo' optimistic n' sensible, n' has his sickr moments mo' often than them; a example is when Firey allows Pen n' his cold-ass three playaz tha fuck into Dream Island, Pen is tha only one whoz ass props his muthafuckin ass fo' realz. A mo' subtle example is whenever tha eliminated contestants voted fo' mah playas but Leafy ta win Dream Island, Pen is tha only one outta his wild lil' playaz whoz ass didn’t slap dem fo' it yo. Dude tendz ta be sickr than his wild lil' playas, as two done been shown ta trip off murderin other contestants, while tha other one seemingly do not care much bout other people.

Retasu Midorikawa
Retasu a thugged-out dope but shy n' timid girl. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch is straight-up polite n' always speaks formally, even ta her playaz n' crew fo' realz. Afta befriendin Ichigo n' Minto, da hoe becomes mo' confident. Retasu do not like ta git involved up in fights unless it will prevent her playaz from bein harmed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!  

The USSR
Da Union of Soviet Socialist Republics[b] (USSR),[c] commonly known as tha Soviet Union,[d] was a hoodist state up in Eurasia dat existed from 30 December 1922 ta 26 December 1991.[10] Nominally a union of multiple nationistic Soviet republics,[e] its posse n' economizzle was highly centralized. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da ghetto was a one-party state, governed by tha Communist Jam wit Moscow as its capital up in its phattest republic, tha Russian Soviet Federatizzle Socialist Rehood (Russian SFSR). Other major urban centres was Leningrad, Kiev, Minsk, Alma-Ata, n' Novosibirsk.

Extendin across tha entirety of Uptown Asia n' much of Eastside Europe, tha Soviet Union had spanned eleven time units n' incorporated a wide range of environments n' landforms. Boy it's gettin hot, yes indeed it is. Counter-clockwise from northwest ta southeast, tha Soviet Union shared land bordaz wit Norway, Finland, Poland, Czechoslovakia, Hungary, Romania, Turkey, Iran, Afghanistan, China, Mongolia, n' Uptown Korea. Well shiiiit, it shared its maritime bordaz wit Japan by tha Sea of Okhotsk n' tha US state of Alaska across tha Berin Strait. With a area of 22,402,200 square kilometres (8,649,500 sq mi), tha Soviet Union was tha phattest ghetto up in tha ghetto by area, coverin mo' than one-eighth of tha Earthz inhabited land area,[11][12][13] n' tha third most populous, wit over 288 mazillion playas az of 1989, wit 80% of tha population livin up in tha westsideern, European part of tha ghetto.

Da Soviet Union had its roots up in tha October Revolution of 1917, when tha Bolsheviks hustled by Vladimir Lenin overthrew tha Russian Provisionizzle Posse which had replaced Tsar Nicholas Pt II durin Ghetto Battle I. In 1922, tha Soviet Union was formed by tha Treaty on tha Creation of tha USSR which legalized tha unification of tha Russian, Transcaucasian, Ukrainian n' Byelorussian republics dat had occurred from 1918. Peepin Leninz dirtnap up in 1924 n' a funky-ass brief juice struggle, Joseph Stalin came ta juice up in tha mid-1920s. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Stalin committed tha statez ideologizzle ta Marxism-Leninizzle (which his schmoooove ass pimped) n' constructed a cold-ass lil command economizzle which hustled ta a period of rapid industrialization n' collectivization. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Durin dis period of totalitarian rule, ballistical paranoia fermented n' tha late-1930s Great Purge removed Stalinz opponents within n' outside of tha jam via arbitrary arrests n' persecutionz of nuff people, resultin up in over 600,000 dirtnaps.[14] Suppression of ballistical muthafuckas n' forced labor was carried up by Stalinz posse. In 1933, a major famine dat became known as tha Holodomor up in Soviet Ukraine struck multiple Soviet grain-growin regions, causin tha dirtnapz of some 3 ta 7 mazillion people.[15]

In August 1939, minutes before tha start of Ghetto Battle Pt II, tha Soviets signed tha Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact agreein ta non-aggression wit Germany, afta which tha two ghettos invaded Poland up in September 1939. In June 1941, tha pact collapsed as Germany turned ta battle tha Soviet Union, openin tha phattest n' bloodiest theatre of war since back up in tha day. It make me wanna hollar playa! Soviet war casualtizzles accounted fo' tha highest proportion of tha conflict up in tha effort of acquirin tha upper hand over Axis forces at intense battlez like fuckin Stalingrad n' Kursk. Da territories overtaken by tha Red Army became satellite statez of tha Soviet Union n' tha postwar division of Europe tha fuck into capitalist n' communist halves would lead ta increased tensions wit tha West, hustled by tha United Hoodz of America.

Da Cold Battle emerged by 1947 as tha Eastside Bloc, united under tha Warsaw Pact up in 1955, confronted tha Westside Bloc, united under NATO up in 1949. On 5 March 1953, Stalin took a dirt nap n' was eventually succeeded by Nikita Khrushchev, whoz ass up in 1956 denounced Stalin n' fuckin started tha de-Stalinization of Soviet society all up in tha Khrushchev Thaw. Da Soviet Union took a early lead up in tha Space Race, wit tha straight-up original gangsta artificial satellite, tha straight-up original gangsta human spaceflight, n' successfully launched tha straight-up original gangsta n' so far tha only probe ta hood Venus. Dissatisfied wit Khrushchevz policies, tha Communist Partyz conservatizzle win hustled a cold-ass lil coup d'etat against Khrushchev up in 1964, on tha fuckin' down-lowly oustin his ass without any bloodshed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! In tha early 1970s, there was a funky-ass brief detente of relations wit tha United Hoodz yo, but tensions resumed wit tha Soviet-Afghan Battle up in 1979. In tha mid-1980s, tha last Soviet premier, Mikhail Gorbachev, sought ta reform n' liberalize tha economizzle all up in his thugged-out lil' policiez of glasnost (openness) n' perestroika (restructuring). Under Gorbachev, tha role of tha Communist Jam up in governin tha state was removed from tha constipation, causin a surge of severe ballistical instabilitizzle ta set in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. In 1989 Soviet satellite states up in Eastside Europe overthrew they respectizzle communist posses.

With tha rise of phat nationalist n' separatist movements inside tha union republics, Gorbachev tried ta avert a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dissolution of tha Soviet Union. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. A March 1991 referendum, boycotted by some republics, resulted up in a majoritizzle of participatin playa hatas votin up in favor of preservin tha union as a renewed federation. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Gorbachevz juice was pimped outly diminished afta Russian Prezzy Boris Yeltsin played a high-profile role up in facin down a abortizzle August 1991 coup d'etat attempted by Communist Jam hardliners. On 25 December 1991, Gorbachev resigned, n' on 26 December 1991, tha Supreme Soviet of tha Soviet Union kicked it wit n' formally dissolved tha Soviet Union, thereby endin tha Cold War, n' tha remainin twelve constituent republics emerged as independent post-Soviet states. Da Russian Federation-formerly tha Russian SFSR-assumed tha Soviet Unionz muthafuckin rights n' obligations n' is recognized as tha successor state of tha Soviet Union.[16][17][18] In summin up tha internationistic ramificationz of these events, Vladislav Zubok stated: "Da collapse of tha Soviet empire was a event of epochal geopolitical, military, ideological n' economic significance".[19]

Throughout its existence, tha Soviet Union was a powerhouse of nuff dope technological achievements n' innovationz of tha 20th century, includin tha ghettoz first human-made satellite n' tha launchin of tha straight-up original gangsta humans up in space. Da ghetto had tha ghettoz second phattest economizzle n' tha phattest standin military up in tha ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass.[20][21][22] Da Soviet Union was recognized as one of tha five nuclear weapons states n' possessed tha phattest stockpile of weaponz of mass destruction.[23] Dat shiznit was a gangbangin' foundin permanent gangmember of tha United Nations Securitizzle Council as well as a gangmember of tha Organization fo' Securitizzle n' Co-operation up in Europe (OSCE), tha Ghetto Federation of Trade Unions (WFTU) n' tha leadin gangmember of tha Council fo' Mutual Economic Assistizzle (CMEA) n' tha Warsaw Pact.

Da Nightmare Begins
Da Irkens is a alien race dat desire universal domination. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Their leaders, Almighty Tallest Red n' Purple, have just begun assignin tha Invadaz they missions fo' Operation Impendin Doom Pt II up in tha Convention Hall hood, Conventia (Da Great Assigning). But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat da most thugged-out dreaded n' inhyped Irken eva ta live, Zim, arrives up in hopez of gettin a assignment of his own. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Zim was banished from tha Irken Empire n' busted ta work on Foodcourtia when his thugged-out lil' punk-ass blew up tha other Invadaz durin Operation Impendin Doom I. "Quitting" his banishment once dat schmoooove muthafucka hears bout tha freshly smoked up Operation, Zim begs fo' a assignment n' tha Tallest reluctantly bust his ass ta a hood outside tha reachez of tha Empire of no real interest ta tha Irkens, which turns up ta be Ghetto fo' realz. Afta receivin a skankyly-constructed SIR Unit made outta garbage named GIR, Zim begins his fuckin long trip ta his "mission". Little do he know, however, dat a Ghetto lil pimp has tuned tha fuck into tha meetin on Conventia, n' is now alert fo' a alien invasion. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. The-Nightmare-Begins-Part-Two Zimz first dizzle at Skool. Six months later, Zim finally arrives on a hood called Ghetto yo. Dude landz n' creates a human disguise fo' his dirty ass, n' a thugged-out dawg costume fo' GIR. Zim then sketches a picture of a "normal" human doggy deninto a cold-ass lil capsule wit a thugged-out drill, which bores tha fuck into tha Ghetto n' creates a big-ass underground base, wakin up tha entire neighbourhood up in tha process. Zim then entas his freshly smoked up base n' searches fo' a place ta learn bout tha weaknessez of tha hood. Ultimately, da ruffneck decides ta join tha local Skool yo. His disguise fools all of tha hustlas, except Dib, whoz ass tries ta prove ta his classmates dat Zim be a alien. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat they don't believe him, so Dib attempts ta capture Zim his dirty ass wit Alien Sleep Cuffs fo' realz. Afta a lengthy chase, Zim calls GIR n' has his ass take his ass back ta tha base. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat GIR leaves a trail of smoke behind dat Dib bigs up. Zim hides inside his house, while Dib standz outside n' vows ta expose Zim fo' tha alien menace dat he is. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat tha robotic gnomes up in Zimz front yard fuck wit Dibz cuffs up in tha middle of his bangin rant. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Slightly discouraged, Dib decides ta return home yo, but say dat da thug is ghon be back. Zim, unconcerned bout tha human, dusts his dirty ass off, n' contacts tha Almighty Tallest (who is shocked dat he is still kickin it), informin dem dat he is hustlin hard on his crazy-ass mission n' would take care of tha humans before tha armada even reached tha hood fo' realz. As tha transmission ends, tha two Tallest peep each other wit dread up in they eyes.

The 98 Words We Don't Say

 * Bender: [spoken] Well, well, well! [Leela gasps] Yo ass didn't make up dat TV show! Yo ass just freestyled down what tha fuck these space twerps holla'd!
 * Leela: [spoken] Oh, hell.
 * [the Humplings gasp]
 * Supa-Hoe Num Num: [spoken] Leela holla'd a Rumbledy-Hump no-no!
 * [a waltz begins playing]
 * Da Humplings: Sometimes when we mad,
 * We say lyrics dat is bad.
 * [Da show goes ta a cold-ass lil commercial break. Return from commercial ta reveal dat tha Humplings is still rappin]
 * ...And poo-poo n' pee-pee n' ding-a-ling n' gay fo' realz.
 * Those is tha 98 lyrics our phat asses don't say!
 * [Da Humplings cheer afta finally finishin tha song]

The Loud House Season 1 Episode 30, "Save the Date"
At school, Lincoln findz a sloppy joe up in his baggy-ass pants wit a ludd note from Ronnie Anne yo. His classmates tease him, n' accuse his ass of bein up in ludd wit her yo, but Lincoln asserts dat da ruffneck don't like her dat way n' asserts why da ruffneck don't. Unfortunately, Ronnie Anne was behind his ass n' her big-ass booty storms off, obviously mad salty bout what tha fuck da perved-out muthafucka holla'd. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Notin how tha fuck upset she looked, Clyde points up dat Lincoln may have straight-up hurt her vibe yo, but Lincoln figures dat she'll git over dat shit.

But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat when Lincoln gets home from school, a livid n' heartbroken Lori informs his ass dat he made Ronnie Anne cry, which up in turn hustled ta Bobby breakin up wit her--when Lincoln expresses mad drama as ta why Bobby would care, Lori reveals dat Ronnie Anne is Bobbyz lil sister, n' addz dat Bobby holla'd at Lori dat his schmoooove ass can't brang his dirty ass ta go up wit one of mah thugs whoz related ta one of mah thugs whoz ass hurt one of mah thugs he related ta (in dis case, his sister). Fortunately, Lori was able ta arrange a thugged-out double date between her muthafuckin ass, Lincoln, Bobby n' Ronnie Anne at a French/Mexican-fusion restaurant up in tha hopez of patchin thangs up--Lincoln (very reluctantly) goes along wit it, afta Lori explains dat Bobby will only git back together wit her if da perved-out muthafucka sees Lincoln bein sick ta his sista n' apologizin fo' what tha fuck da perved-out muthafucka holla'd up in person.

At tha restaurant, tha two couplez attempt ta connect while Clyde, disguised as a waiter, repeatedly tries ta humiliate Bobby n' make his crazy-ass move on Lori. Lata on, Lincoln n' Ronnie Anne manage ta find some common ground by poppin' off bout how tha fuck embarrassin they olda siblings are. When Bobby sees they siblings gettin along, dat schmoooove muthafucka happily rekindlez his bangin relationshizzle wit Lori. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat Lincoln sees his classmates is also all up in tha restaurant n'  drops some lyrics ta Clyde ta help his ass ta git his ass outta tha restaurant without dem seein his ass smokin da sticky-icky-icky wit Ronnie Anne.

Their plan ta git up fails n' Lincolnz classmates accuse his ass of bein on a thugged-out date wit Ronnie Anne. To save face, Lincoln asserts dat he not on a thugged-out date n' disses her like before. Once again, Ronnie Anne overhears Lincolnz disses n' runs off up in tears again, makin Bobby break up wit Lori again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Feelin guilty, Lincoln tries ta show Ronnie Anne da ruffneck do care by humpin' her up in tha middle of tha restaurant fo' all ta see, much ta tha delight of they olda siblings whoz ass immediately git back together (much ta Clydez annoyance).

Da next dizzle at school, Lincoln is tha booty of his classmates' jokes fo' his thugged-out lil' hood display of affection but his schmoooove ass chizzlez ta accept it cuz he feels itz betta than ruinin Lori n' Bobbyz relationshizzle. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Suddenly, Ronnie Anne shows up, slaps his ass fo' tha lick n' breaks up wit him, causin his classmates ta stop they teasin n' offer his ass they sympathies yo. Dude then findz a note from Ronnie Anne sayin dat tha break up was fake ta git dem ta stop makin funk of him, suttin' dat Lincoln truly appreciates. Clyde comes by, upset bout not smokin da sticky-icky-icky wit Lori yo, but cheers his dirty ass up by ridin' dirty wit tha Mexican musical muthafuckas n' Lincoln joins up in as well n' both shout up "Ole!" as tha episode ends.

The Loud House Season 1 Episode 45, "One of the Boys"
Lincoln n' Clyde is lookin all up in tha fridge fo' suttin' ta smoke fo' realz. Afta findin a jar of peanut butter, Lincoln sticks his wild lil' finger up in tha peanut butter, n' sticks it up in his crazy-ass grill yo. Dude then attempts ta stick tha same finger back tha fuck into tha jar yo, but Lola notices this, n' scoldz Lincoln, spittin some lyrics ta his ass ta have some class. Luan arrives wit Mista Muthafuckin Coconuts ta serve up a joke when suddenly, Lincoln burps up in front of Luan, causin her ta tell a joke dat jabs at Lincoln. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. When Lincoln bitches dat game up in tha Loud Doggy Den be always like dis (followed by seriez of flashbacks showin tha thangz of livin wit sisters, like fuckin a long-ass waitin time ta bust a funky-ass bathroom, constant gang ups on his ass ta make his ass look phat up in front of Ronnie Anne, rejectin his scamz of where ta go fo' fun, n' optin ta git all up in tha mall instead, n' givin Lincoln massive intensive care just cuz he gots a minor cramp), da thug wishes dat dat schmoooove muthafucka had ten brothers instead of ten sisters.

That night, Lisa, whoz ass took what tha fuck Lincoln holla'd tha fuck into consideration, has done cooked up a peep dat can cook up a portal dat will transhiznit Lincoln tha fuck into tha ghetto of his fuckin lil' dreams. Boy it's gettin hot, yes indeed it is. Lincoln takes tha peep it, n' Lisa warns his ass dat he need ta return back ta his original gangsta ghetto within 24 hours, or else he'll be stuck up in tha freshly smoked up dimension forever n' shit. With dat up in mind, Lincoln jumps in.

Lincoln landz up in tha hallway yo, but don't peep any noticeable chizzles. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Suddenly, tha sistas (who is now thugs) exit they rooms. Boy it's gettin hot, yes indeed it is. Lincoln is ecstatic at dis n' ta his surprise, they all wanna git all up in Dairyland (with tha brothers sayin dat dat shiznit was Lincolnz idea) fo' realz. Afta they trip, they go over ta Gus' Game n' Grub ta trip off pizzy. They arrive back home where they greet they muthafathas (who is bustin inverted clothes) n' quickly dog-pile on Dad. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Lincoln discovers dat what tha fuck used ta be his bedroom be a cold-ass lil closet n' his bed is up in Lynn n' Lars' (Lynn n' Lucy's) bedroom. Lincoln is havin such a gangbangin' funk time up in dis dimension, dat da ruffneck decides ta stay up in it forever, n' tosses tha peep away.

Da next day, Lincoln wakes up n' receives two wack punches: one from Lynn (for wakin his ass up) n' one from Lars (for scratchin his coffin). Lincoln attempts ta use tha bathroom yo, but is revealed ta be a pigsty ta his horror. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Luke (Luna), havin been woken up from Lincolnz complaining, agrees dat tha bathroom is messy n' say dat he n' Lincoln should clean dat shit. But Lukez method of "cleaning" involves his ass rockin Lincolnz head ta scrub tha toilet. Lincoln strutts up n' is mocked by his brothers cuz of all dis bullshit yo. Dude trips n' hurts his cold-ass thumb, n' instead of consolin him, Loni (Leni)  drops some lyrics ta his ass ta shake it off instead. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Lincoln tries ta convince Leon (Lily) ta lick his "boo-boo" ta make it mo' betta yo, but instead respondz by bitin his cold-ass thumb, causin tha brothers ta laugh even harder.

Later, while gettin locked n loaded fo' a thugged-out date wit Ronnie Anne, Lincoln sees Leif n' Lexx (Lana n' Lola) bustin his shirts, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. They then inform his ass dat cuz they didn't have any clean shirts all up in tha moment, they decided ta wear his shirts instead, much ta his thugged-out annoyance. Da brothers then proceed ta make funk of his ass fo' his bangin relationshizzle wit Ronnie Anne. Lane (Luan) pulls Lincolnz baggy-ass pants up ta his chest, n' messes wit his hair, buggin his ass even mo' n' mo' n' mo'. Da brothers then dog-pile onto his ass before givin his ass a "Loud House-style Dutch oven."

Lincoln, havin second thoughts livin up in dis ghetto, decides ta head back ta his own ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! With five minutes left on tha clock, Lincoln looks all up in tha garbage can where tha pimpin' muthafucka threw tha peep away yo, but ta his horror, tha peep is gone. Well shiiiit, it turns up dat Lexx found it n' decides ta play "Keep Away" wit tha peep it, ta which tha nine other brothers join in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Lincoln tricks his brothers tha fuck into dog-pilin on Dad again n' again n' again n' uses dat distraction ta take tha peep back. With all dem secondz left on tha clock, Lincoln opens a portal n' jumps up in (but not before Lynn pulls down his baggy-ass pants his ass one last time).

Lincoln falls all up in tha portal n' tha fuck into a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dimension dat he initially believes is his original gangsta ghetto (even findin Bun-Bun aiiight). Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Suddenly, tha ten brothers burst tha fuck into his bangin room, makin Lincoln be thinkin dat da ruffneck didn't escape tha brothers dimension. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat tha brothers mysteriously have lookz of concern on they faces n' is askin his ass if he aiiight instead of bullyin his muthafuckin ass. When Lincoln expresses mad drama as ta why tha brothers is seemingly bein so sick ta him, Loni asks, "Want our asses ta stay until you fall asleep, Linka?" Realizin dat schmoooove muthafucka has been called a girlz name, "Lincoln" realizes dat his bangin room be all girly, n' upon seein his bangin reflection on tha mirror, "Lincoln" soon realizes dat he up in tha wack dimension. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Dat punk now up in a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dimension where every last muthafuckin thang is tha opposite: he now tha only sista up in tha crew, named Linka, up in a cold-ass lil crew wit ten brothers. This revelation causes Linka ta scream loudly.

Suddenly, Lincoln wakes up, realizin dat tha entire ordeal was just a nightmare. Da sisters, havin been alarmed by they brotherz screaming, barge tha fuck into his bangin room, n' ask if he aiiight. Lincoln assures dem dat he fine n' expresses his cold-ass thankfulnizz on havin sistas instead of brothers (confusin his sistas until his schmoooove ass fronts dat da thug was poppin' off bout nuns). When Leni findz a peep on tha floor n' asks Lincoln if he knows whoz ass it belongs to, Lincoln, mistakin it fo' tha portal peep from his fuckin lil' dream, quickly destroys dat shit. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat it turns up tha peep straight-up belonged ta Lori who, naturally, is mad dat her brutha fo' beatin tha livin shiznit outta it, fronts dat Lincolnz goin ta pay fo' it fo' realz. At first, tha pimpin' muthafucka be thinkin dis means dat Loriz goin ta give his ass a swirly yo, but she explains dat she means he'll literally pay fo' it (as in, loot her a freshly smoked up peep wit his own scrilla).

Afta his sistas leave his bangin room, Lincoln  drops some lyrics ta tha viewers dat he loves his sistas fo' whoz ass they are, n' is glad dat his sistas aint a god damn thang like his brothers. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat Lynn comes back, n' pantses Lincoln, causin his ass ta bugginly remark "except fo' Lynn."

The Loud House Season 2 Episode 36, "Lynner Takes All"
It aint nuthin but game night all up in tha Loud House, n' Lincoln explains ta tha viewers dat he n' his sistas dread dis day, cuz Lynn always wins every last muthafuckin game they play, n' has tha need ta gloat bout it up in front of everyonez faces. When tha siblings gather up in tha dinin room, Lil' Willy suggests dat they play Go Fish fo' realz. As they play tha game, Lynn manages ta win, n' begins showboatin up in front of playas faces, which is made worse when Lynn announces dat dis was her 300th win up in a row. When Lynn blasts off some confetti (which is made up of tha siblings' homework), tha siblings declare dat they now sick n' pissed wit Lynn constantly ballin and/or gloating. Lincoln suggests dat they play a game dat Lynn has no experience in, since she'll most likely lose. Just when tha siblings start ta admit dat Lynn can't be stopped, Lisa suggests dat they play a game dat requires all of dem ta go against Lynn. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Lisa presents tha game dat freaky freaky biatch has up in mind: "Da Settlaz of Cat-Land". Da objectizzle is ta build as nuff structures as possible, which can only be done by formin alliances. If no one sides wit Lynn, her ass is shizzle ta lose. Later, tha siblings n' Lynn play tha game, n' tha siblings end up bein up in first place, while Lynn endz up in second. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da siblings (sans Lynn) leave tha dinin area, n' conclude dat Lynn should finally stop wit tha competitiveness, n' excessive gloating.
 * Da first game they play is called "Pretty, Pretty Pageant Biatch", which is suggested by Lola. Lynn is hesitant ta play it yo, but decides ta play it ta stay tha fuck away from admittin loss fo' realz. As they play tha game, Lola appears ta be ballin yo, but just before Lola can declare victory, Lynn readz up in tha rule book dat if you git 10s on all three dice at once, you git a instant win. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Lynn grabs tha dice, spits on them, n' begins ta shake dem wild-ass muthafuckas. Just when Lisa say dat tha chancez of gettin 10s on all three dice is highly unlikely, Lynn endz up winning, cuz of all three dice displayin 10s, causin Lola ta faint.
 * Lana suggests "Plumbin Pro", a game dat requires pullin shit up without touchin tha sides. Lynn tries ta grab one of tha shit yo, but she endz up touchin tha wall, shockin her n' shit. Because of this, Lynn has only one mo' chance, or else she'll lose. Lynn strutts outta tha house, n' begin bustin some exercises ta boost her motivation. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch runs back in, n' successfully pulls up all of tha shit from tha toilet, resultin up in another victory.
 * Lincoln suggests dat she play tha Ace Savvy trivia game, since Lynn has no experience up in Ace Savvy at all. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat when he n' Lynn play tha game, Lincoln has gotten every last muthafuckin question wrong, cuz Lynn keeps makin Lincoln lose his crazy-ass mojo by spittin some lyrics ta his ass dat he might choke when da perved-out muthafucka say a answer n' shit. When axed "Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck is Ace Savvyz sidekick?", Lincoln buzzes in, knowin tha answer n' shit. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat Lynn psyches his ass up by sayin dat it could be a trick question. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Under stress, Lincoln lyrics "Massachusetts", n' Lynn lyrics "One-Eyed Jack", once again n' again n' again givin Lynn tha victory.

Da next day, however, Lynn exhibits a mo' obnoxious side of her gloating, n' is startin ta become highly competitive, as da hoe begins ta chug a cold-ass lil carton of gin n juice fasta than Lincoln, run up tha stairs fasta than Leni, build a talla wooden block structure than Lily, create a explosion wit chemicals before Lisa (even though dat wasn't Lisaz intention), wash dishes fasta than Lucy, n' brush her teeth fasta than Lola. Not only do Lynn do dis ta just her siblings individually yo, but all of dem at once, sayin dat thugged-out biiiatch can chill like a pimp fasta than them, snore louder than them, n' be tha straight-up original gangsta ta wake up. Da siblings attempt ta git away from Lynn by goin on a laid back drive, unfortunately, Lynn chases afta dem on her bike, showin dat dat thugged-out biiiatch can go fasta than dem wild-ass muthafuckas.

At night, tha siblings hold a meeting, where they admit dat whoopin Lynn at "Da Settlaz of Cat-Land" was a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shitty-ass move. Lincoln suggests dat they hold a rematch yo, but dis time, they'll throw tha game (meanin intentionally lose), so dat Lynn will win, n' hope it'll stop wit tha obnoxious gloating. Lynn accepts tha rematch, n' tha siblings begin tha game again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. As they play, tha siblings attempt ta make Lynn win by givin her any card she requests, placin a valuable card up in tha card pile fo' her ta pick up, n' chizzle tha side of tha take a thugged-out dirtnap ta a higher number n' shit. Da plan appears ta be working, when suddenly, Leni grabs tha game board, n' tosses it up tha window, apparently takin Lincolnz lyrics of "throwin tha game" too literally.

With tha plan revealed, Lynn asks her siblings why they wanted ta lose. Lincoln replies dat they wanted ta lose so dat thugged-out biiiatch can win, up in hopes dat biiiiatch would stop bein competitive. Lynn say dat dat biiiiatch was bein competitizzle cuz dat biiiiatch wanted ta regain her edge afta losing. Lisa n' Luna further explain dat tha reason she lost was cuz of tha fact dat all of tha siblings crewed up n' was goin against her, cuz afta 300 wins, they couldn't take no mo' of her gloating. With all dis shiznit, Lynn apologizes ta her siblings fo' tha way she acted, n' promises dat if they give her another chance, she'll stop bein a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shitty-ass balla n' sore weak-ass muthafucka, n' start bein a phat sport, ta which tha siblings smoke to.

Later, Lynn wins a cold-ass lil card game, n' instead of rubbin her victory up in front of playas faces, dat dunkadelic hoe  drops some lyrics ta dem "phat game", n' leaves. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch headz outside, n' strutts over ta tha driveway, where her big-ass booty suddenly begins showboating. Da other siblings look up tha window, n' despite Lynn showboatin as usual, they fine wit it, cuz as Lincoln says, "At least it aint ta our faces."

The Loud House Season 4 Episode 1, "Friended! with the Casagrandes"
At Great Lakes City, Ronnie Anne is prepared ta spend her dizzle all up in tha park ta do some skateboardin game. Rosa also announces dat tha crib above be available, n' as manager of tha building, dat freaky freaky biatch has ta advertise fo' it fo' realz. Afta greetin her crew (while also assistin dem a funky-ass bit), Ronnie Anne headz out. When Ronnie Anne asks her local bangin' dawg vendor ta give her a funky-ass bangin' dawg wit tha works (at 9 AM), a hoe behind her asks fo' tha same. Further down tha sidewalk, Ronnie Anne attempts ta jump over a gangbangin' fire hydrant n' succeeds. Da hoe from before meets up again, n' asks Ronnie Anne if dat thugged-out biiiatch can try, n' she agrees. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat when bustin tha trick, she endz up rollin backwardz n' nearly crashes tha fuck into a statue. When Ronnie Anne asks tha hoe if dat freaky freaky biatch has eva skateboarded before, tha hoe say dat dat freaky freaky biatch aint yo, but has just recently moved here n' wants ta try every last muthafuckin thang new. Fascinated wit her enthusiasm, Ronnie Anne introduces her muthafuckin ass, n' tha hoe introduces her muthafuckin ass as Sid Chang.

While feedin tha pigeons piecez of bangin' dog, Ronnie Anne n' Sid exchange nuff muthafuckin piecez of underground shiznit, like how tha fuck Ronnie Anne is from Royal Woodz n' her daddy lives up in Peru, while Sidz mutha be a zoologist while her daddy works as a subway conductor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. When Sid gets a text from her mutha sayin dat her dope ass done wit something, she leaves.

Sometime later, Ronnie Anne exits tha bodega n' discovers Sid chillin on tha front stepz of tha crib, sayin dat her crew is thankin bout on livin here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Realizin dat they might be potential neighbors, Ronnie Anne pleadz wit Rosa ta give tha crib ta tha Changs yo, but Rosa say dat her dope ass aint gots tha juice ta do so, since her dope ass don't own tha building. Ronnie Anne  drops some lyrics ta her cousins bout tha Changs, n' they all express gratitude wit them, since each one of dem has a quirk dat they like. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Seein how tha fuck they all express tha same ol' dirty desire fo' tha Changs ta live up in tha crib, Ronnie Anne suggests dat they try ta dissuade any potential tenants from seein tha crib. This ranges from Ronnie Anne n' Carlota goin round hood ta take down any flyers dat Rosa put up, Bobby n' Carl rollin tenants away all up in nuff muthafuckin tactics n' CJ keepin Rosa distracted.

When Rosa discovers dat no one has come ta peep tha crib, she attempts ta booty-call tha buildin baller, Mista Muthafuckin Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Scully, ta consider givin tha crib ta tha Changs yo, but Mista Muthafuckin Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Scully calls her first, sayin dat da perved-out muthafucka bustin  one of mah thugs over ta peep tha crib, since he playaz wit them, much ta tha dismay of Ronnie Anne.

As tha lil playas start ta mope all up in tha fact dat they might not git tha Changs as they freshly smoked up neighbors cuz of tha playas Mista Muthafuckin Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Scully is bustin  over, Ronnie Anne comes up wit a freshly smoked up plan: they'll make tha crib look as shitty as possible n' she'll show dem round instead of Rosa.

Then plan is set up in motion by Carl openin tha fridge, which catches Rosaz attention. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. When Carl hugs Rosa, da perved-out muthafucka sneakily takes tha crib keys outta her pocket n' handz it over ta Lalo, whoz ass then handz it over ta Ronnie Anne n' Sid. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! When Carl passes up from smokin too much chicken, Carlota distracts Rosa by askin fo' a gangbangin' fortune readin ta peep if a funky-ass pimp she likes likes her back. In tha crib, Ronnie Anne n' Sid make tha room look as shitty as possible by paintin big-ass cracks n' holez on tha walls, gluin tha windows wide open, n' placin nuff muthafuckin stinky shit up in different roomz of tha crib. With they work done, CJ headz up ta another resident of tha building, Mrs. Kernicky, n' Ronnie Anne sneaks tha keys back tha fuck into Rosaz pocket fo' realz. At dat moment, tha playas Mista Muthafuckin Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Scully busted over, tha Reynolds, arrive ta tha crib, n' up in another effort ta distract her, Ronnie Anne n' Carlota fake dat Carl has gotten ill, n' Ronnie Anne offers ta show tha Reynoldz around.

Ronnie Anne shows Mista Muthafuckin n' Mrs. Reynoldz tha crib, n' is horrified at its dilapidated state. Da Reynoldz is further discouraged when they hear clog ridin' dirty upstairs (courtesy of CJ), they inabilitizzle ta close tha windows shut, tha amount of muthafuckas livin up in tha area n' how tha fuck tha bedrooms is above tha dumpsta area. When tha Reynoldz leave, Ronnie Anne lies ta Rosa by sayin dat tha Reynoldz weren't horny bout tha crib cuz tha buildin lacks a elevator. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Suddenly, just when tha lil playas n' Sid begin ta big-up at becomin neighbors, Mista Muthafuckin Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Scully arrives n'  drops some lyrics ta Rosa bout what tha fuck happened ta tha Reynolds. Mista Muthafuckin Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Scully, thankin dat Rosa aint takin care of tha crib, fires her as tha manager of tha building. This prompts Ronnie Anne ta confess bout her actions, sayin her dope ass did all dat shiznit fo' her playa wantin tha place.

Sometime later, as Ronnie Anne sulks up in her room n' possibly gettin punished fo' what tha fuck dat freaky freaky biatch had done, Maria n' Rosa enter, n' state while they is displeased wit Ronnie Annez actions, Rosa is glad dat her big-ass booty still gets ta keep her thang as manager, n' Maria  drops some lyrics ta Ronnie Anne dat she must undo all tha damage ta tha crib. Ronnie Anne promptly fixes up tha crib (with a lil help from Sergio) n' Rosa  drops some lyrics ta her ta come downstairs ta welcome tha freshly smoked up neighbors fo' realz. At tha entrance, a movin truck arrives, n' tha one chillin up in tha passenger seat is revealed ta be Sid. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! When Ronnie Anne expresses mad drama bout why tha Changs is here, Mista Muthafuckin Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Scully explains dat da thug was moved by Ronnie Anne goin all up in so much shiznit fo' a gangbangin' playa, n' found a way ta fix both sides: dat schmoooove muthafucka had tha Reynoldz live up in another buildin he owns so dat tha Changs can live wit tha Santiagos, much ta Ronnie Anne n' Sidz happiness.

Greg Heffley
Greg Heffley is mischievous, lazy, paranoid, arrogant, n' dishonest yo. Dude is known ta become jealous doggystyle yo. Dude also tendz ta be a skanky playa, suttin' even he agrees wit yo. Dude don't like takin tha blame fo' wack events, n' attempts ta twist any thang his schmoooove ass can up in his wild lil' favor, so dat he may go up his "popularitizzle ladder." Despite all of these wack traits, dat schmoooove muthafucka has displayed a kinder side. Throughout tha series, Gregz schemes ta acquire scrilla n' popularitizzle always backfire yo. Dude also rides hard fo' playin vizzle games.

His dopest playa is Rowley Jefferson (they often git tha fuck into arguments). Rowley takes part up in Gregz schemes n' is sometimes a sucka of Gregz manipulation n' deception. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da two gotz a straight-up fucked up relationshizzle, as Greg sometimes takes advantage of Rowleyz phat nature, n' his own schemes fail cuz of Rowleyz foolishness, like fuckin Rowleyz "confession" ta tha vandalized wall. Rowleyz muthafathas, mostly his wild lil' father, view Greg as a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shitty-ass influence on they son. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. This is cuz Greg has a tendency fo' gettin his dirty ass n' Rowley tha fuck into shit. In 'Wreckin Ball', it is revealed dat Greg truly did gotz a soft spot fo' Rowley, as Greg cries when it is time ta say peace out ta his muthafuckin ass.

At school, Greg receives shitty grades, gets bullied, deals wit tha bullshitz of middle school, n' be always tryin ta git popularitizzle points up in order ta bust attention n' respect (though his thugged-out lil' plans ta do so often result up in either his own popularitizzle dropping, or unintentionally boostin Rowleyz popularity) fo' realz. At home, Greg has a mixed relationshizzle wit his crew, especially wit his younger brutha Manny, whoz ass is overly pampered n' protected by his thugged-out lil' muthafathas (particularly his crazy-ass mutha Susan) yo. His mutha tries ta devise ways fo' Greg n' his olda brutha Rodrick ta git along but which never work out. Gregz father, Frank, be annoyed by Gregz antics n' lazinizz n' tries ta make his ass mo' active. Greg has a love/hate relationshizzle wit his olda brother, Rodrick. Greg is often tormented n' bullied by Rodrick n' be also tha sucka of his thugged-out lil' pranks yet they do care fo' each other deep down. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. In addition, dat schmoooove muthafucka has inherited nuff of Rodrickz traits (like fuckin laziness, big-ass ego, disdain fo' game, bein a trickster, etc.). In fact, nuff of Gregz mackdaddys dislike his ass cuz they originally had Rodrick as a hustla even though Gregz classroom behavior do not mirror Rodrick's.

A notable trait of Greg dat becomes mo' apparent as tha novels go on is his fuckin lack of logical n' critical thankin fo' realz. All dem his thugged-out actions is shown ta have no thought or consideration prior ta bein acted out, n' probably end up in disastrous repercussions. This is shown up in when da ruffneck delays his crew by dryin his sock afta steppin up in a slush puddle while headin ta a airport, n' lata burnin tha sock while attemptin ta dry dat shit. Greg also has been shown ta display constant forgetfulnizz as well as no linear thankin fo' realz. A phat example of dis is when his schmoooove ass constantly has ta remind his dirty ass ta put his socks before his Nikes afta a strang of incidents involvin his ass bustin tha opposite act.

Greg be a gangbangin' hustla of vizzle game n' comic books n' da perved-out muthafucka sees dem as talents, which annoys his wild lil' daddy Frank yo. His top billin gift is fo' cartoonin n' dry humor, evidenced by tha nuff comic strips dat schmoooove muthafucka has drawn.

Another characta trait of Greg is his thugged-out lil' paranoia, which sometimes seems ta git tha betta of his muthafuckin ass fo' realz. A notable example of dis is up in Cabin Fever, up in which he is worried dat his oldschool doll, Alfrendo, will come back ta haunt him, n' tha Gangstaz Scout doll dat he fears is straight-up followin his ass round before finally realizin it is Rodrick whoz ass is bustin it fo' realz. Another notable example is up in 'Wreckin Ball', when Gregs fears a imaginary monsta called 'Da Grout' n' locks his dirty ass up in his bangin room until his wild lil' daddy screws tha door out.

Greg rarely learns from his crazy-ass muthafuckin ill-fated mistakes n' continues ta scheme n' deal fo' his various goals. Because of dis n' his crazy-ass muthafuckin impulsive nature, he probably puts his dirty ass n' others up in shit, n' will often try ta find another thug ta take tha blame.

Neighborin Greg is his thugged-out awkward, unpopular n' eccentric schoolmate named Fregley, whose vast variety of odditizzles disgust n' befuddle dem round him, includin Greg, whoz ass tries ta distizzle his dirty ass from Fregley as much as possible. Though Greg detests tha fact dat he is next-door-neighbors wit Fregley, tha only time dat schmoooove muthafucka has eva shown interest up in acquirin thang wit Fregley is up in tha eighth book Hard Luck, where his thugged-out lil' punk-ass becomes playaz wit Fregley (though dis was straight-up ta Gregz advantage ta become popular).

Greg be also noted fo' havin nuff attractions ta hoes all up in tha series, most notably a hoe named Holly Hills, his classmate yo. His schemes probably fail up in tha hope of attractin hoes though cause I gots dem finger-lickin' chickens wit tha siz-auce. One straight-up notable example is Da Third Wheel, where Greg attempts ta use Rowley as a wingman ta git his dirty ass a thugged-out date fo' tha upcomin Valentinez Dizzle dizzle yo. Dude succeedz up in obtainin tha chizzle ta take a hoe named Abigail ta tha dizzle yo, but Rowley, whoz ass tags along as a third wheel, hence tha name, proves ta be a funky-ass betta date than Greg all up in tha dance. This ultimately leadz ta Rowley n' Abigail becomin a cold-ass lil couple, settin tha stage fo' Hard Luck.

Greg has also been known ta be straight-up clumsy, as he forgets his homework, n' when da thug was eight, wet tha bed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Despite his crazy-ass nuff flaws n' tha thangs they have landed his ass in, Greg can be caring, intelligent, courageous, comhorny n' thoughtful, n' has done a fuckin shitload of phat deedz ta prove this, like fuckin deceivin his classmates dat tha pimpin' muthafucka threw tha cheese away (to save Rowleyz reputation), helpin Rodrick complete his science project, etc. Greg also flossed unusual maturitizzle when his schmoooove ass chose ta conceal his fuckin late Meemawz diamond rang dat he found up in a Easta egg, not wantin ta peep his crew fight over it cuz it had not been willed ta mah playas.

Tubb the Pirate
Reg unwittingly frightens tha bath toys when da thug wandaz up in from tha hallway under a big-ass piratez hat. Tubb tries ta pretend da thug was not scared at all but Finbar calls his bluff. Tubb be thinkin "if only da thug was a pirate," da thug would be brave all tha time. But when he findz his dirty ass on a island wit tha 'bad muthafuckas', Terrible Terence n' Rusty Red, firin cannonballs at him, he loses his nerve n' itz Finbar whoz ass endz up savin tha day.

The Script

 * (Peepin tha Rubbadubbers theme song, Tubb is rubbin his dirty ass wit his cotton swab while tha other Rubbadubbers play.)


 * Tubb: Ah! Oh, dis is tha game biaaatch! No worries, no cares, just, whoa! What was that, biatch? Ah! Finbar!


 * Finbar: Da mighty shark, arr, arr, arr, sipped silently all up in tha water, arr, arr, arr, searchin fo' suttin' ta eat. Da mighty shark, arr, arr, arr, smokes anything! Da mighty shark, arr, arr, arr, is scared of nothing.


 * Tubb: Boo!


 * Finbar: Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh!


 * Tubb: Da mighty shark is scared of Tubb! Boo!


 * Finbar: Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!


 * Tubb: (laughs)


 * Terence: Oh, careful, you gonna git mah tie wet!
 * (Reg is up in tha hallway wit a oversized piratez basebizzle cap on top of his muthafuckin ass.)


 * Reg: Where be I, biatch? Ah, oops muthafucka! Ah, ouch! Oh, dear playa! Git me outta here biaaatch! Oh, no! Oh, help!


 * Sploshy: Wha-hey. Whatz dat noise?


 * Tubb: I don't give a gangbangin' fuck.


 * Reg: Oops, ouch! Oh, dear playa! I can't peep a thang! Ouch! Ouch!


 * Tubb n' Finbar: It aint nuthin but a pirate biaaatch! Ahh!


 * Terence: Oh! Now mah tie is wet!


 * (Sploshy comes down ta Reg.)


 * Reg: Sploshy, is dat yo slick ass?


 * (Sploshy takes tha piratez basebizzle cap off of Reg.)


 * Sploshy: Reg, why is you bustin a piratez hat?


 * Reg: Benjie n' Sis dropped it on top of mah dirty ass. Then I couldn't se- I couldn't se- I was blinded.


 * Tubb: Aha! It aint nuthin but only Reg.


 * Finbar: Reg! Then there be a not a god damn thang ta be scared of, is there, arr, arr, Tubb?


 * Tubb: Scared, biatch? Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck was scared?


 * Finbar: Yo ass were.


 * Tubb: Me, biatch? Scared, biatch? Never?


 * Terence: Yes, da thug were, wasn't he, Terence?


 * Terence: Uh, well.


 * Tubb: Let me rap, dat I was not trippin like a muthafucka. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Startled maybe yo, but not trippin like a muthafucka. Yo ass was scared!


 * Finbar: So was you, nahmean biiiatch?


 * Tubb: Wasn't!


 * Finbar: Yo ass was biaaatch! Yo ass thought dat Reg, arr, arr, arr, arr, was a pirate!


 * Tubb: Did not!


 * Finbar: Did!


 * Tubb: Oh, if only I was a pirate. I'd show you dat I be never scared!


 * (Thought bubble transizzle ta sea. Tubb is bustin a piratez hat, n' he is on a pirate shizzle wit Sploshy, whoz ass be also bustin a piratez basebizzle cap n' has a funky-ass beard.)


 * Tubb: Yo dawwwwg! I be a pirate biaaatch! Swimmin'! Ha-har! I be Tubb tha Pirate.


 * (A storm comes in.)


 * Sploshy: It aint nuthin but a storm! Batten down tha hatches muthafucka! Trim tha sails!


 * Tubb: How tha fuck do you steer dis thang?


 * (Finbar is peeped bustin a red n' white striped hat.)


 * Finbar: I be a mighty shark, arr, arr, arr playa! I smoke anything, arr, arr, arr, arr!


 * Tubb: Ha! I aint scared of sharks; I be a pirate biaaatch! Har playa! Ahoy dawwwwg! Shiver mah timbers!


 * (Da storm stops.)


 * (Fades ta Tubb n' Sploshy sailin ta a island, wit Finbar following.)


 * Sploshy: Land ahoy!


 * (Da gang gets onto tha island, n' Sploshy falls off tha boat.)


 * Sploshy: Oof! Ow!


 * (Tubb gets off tha boat.)


 * Tubb: Where do you be thinkin we are?


 * Sploshy: On dry land, Captain.


 * Finbar: Careful, there might be freaky thangs on dat island.


 * Tubb: Ha! Nothang scares Tubb tha Pirate biaaatch! Ha-har, shiver mah timbers.


 * (Tubb unrolls his cold-ass treasure map.)


 * Sploshy: Look, Captain! This be a map of a island wit a treasure buried on dat shiznit son!


 * (Tubb readz tha map.)


 * Sploshy: I be thinkin dat dis is tha same ol' dirty island, n' thatz tha X dat marks tha spot!


 * Tubb: Yo ass mean there be a treasure buried under dat X?


 * Sploshy: Splish splash splosh! Therez only one way ta smoke up!


 * Tubb: Yeah! Letz dig up tha treasure!


 * Both: Ha-har!


 * (Cuts ta Finbar, whoz ass is by tha footprintz of some sort.)


 * Finbar: Excuse me, arr, arr playa! Yo muthafucka, arr, arr!
 * (Sploshy puts tha shovel back up in her hat, pulls up her telescope, n' looks at Finbar.)
 * Finbar: I be thinkin you should come n' peep this!
 * (Tubb n' Sploshy strutt over ta where Finbar is standing.)
 * Tubb: Mmm, footprints!
 * Finbar: Yes muthafucka! And they not mine biaaatch! I be a mighty shark, arr, arr, arr playa! I aint gots feet!
 * Sploshy: Neither do I!
 * (Tubb puts his wild lil' foot next ta tha footprint.)
 * Tubb: And they certainly not mine biaaatch! Okay, letz go dig up dat treasure!
 * Finbar: Wait a minute biaaatch! Don't you know what tha fuck dis means?
 * Tubb: Um, no.
 * Sploshy: What?
 * Finbar: We not ridin' solo. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Someone else is on dis island!
 * Tubb: So, biatch? They're pirates muthafucka! If mah playass here, well make dem strutt tha plank! Ha-ha-ha-har!
 * Reg: (offscreen) Stop!
 * (Everyone is shocked. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Reg n' Terence pop up from behind tha X.)
 * Reg: Yo ass aint allowed on Rusty Redz island!
 * (Cuts ta Tubb.)
 * Tubb: Reg, what tha fuck is you bustin here?
 * Reg: I aint Reg, I be Rusty Red, da most thugged-out wicked pirate up in tha seven seas, n' dis is mah first mate, Terrible Terence.
 * Terence: Ha-har playa! (coughs) Oh, itz hard ta make dat sound without coughing.
 * Reg: We is tha shitty muthafuckas.
 * Tubb: Well, we tha phat muthafuckas, n' I be Tubb tha Pirate.
 * Sploshy: And I be Sploshybeard.
 * Tubb: We've come here ta dig up tha treasure.
 * Reg: Oh, no you haven't son! That treasure is ours, aint it, Terrible Terence?
 * Terence: On mah tooth it is! Ha-har playa! (coughs) I don't like that!
 * Reg: So go away.
 * Tubb: But we've only just gots here!
 * Finbar: Psst son! I be thinkin we should do as they say dawwwwg! Arr, arr, arr playa! They're freaky!
 * Reg: Go away, or we'll blast you wit cannonballs!
 * Tubb: Cannonballs, biatch? (laughs sarcastically) What cannonballs?
 * (Terence pulls up a cold-ass lil cannon from behind his muthafuckin ass.)
 * Terence: Da ones we goin ta fire outta dis cannon! (laughs)
 * Tubb: (gasps)
 * Sploshy: (moans)
 * Finbar: (screams)
 * Tubb: (chuckles) Letz git outta here.
 * Finbar: Yo dawwwwg! Wait fo' me, arr arr.
 * (Tubb n' Sploshy git on they shizzle n' Finbar emerges tha fuck into tha water.)
 * Finbar: I holla'd at you they was freaky.
 * Reg: Fire biaaatch! (Terence fires a cold-ass lil cannon.)
 * Tubb, Sploshy, n' Finbar: Whoa!
 * Reg: Fire biaaatch! (Terence fires again.)
 * (Da cannon firin continues.)
 * Tubb: Oh, no! What if they hit tha boat, biatch? We bout ta sink.
 * Sploshy: And then we'll be smoked by sharks. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sharks smoke anything!
 * Tubb: I wish they ate cannonballs.
 * Finbar: Cannonballs, biatch? Arr fo' realz. Arr, arr. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. I wonder.
 * Reg: Fire biaaatch! (Terence fires cannonbizzle yo, but only ta have it smoked by Finbar.)
 * Finbar: (says "Arr" n' crunches tha cannonbizzle simultaneously) Mmmm, dirty!
 * Tubb: Did yo dirty ass peep that?
 * Reg: Fire biaaatch! (Terence continues firin tha cannonballs yo, but still, only fo' Finbar ta consume dem wild-ass muthafuckas.)
 * Sploshy: (giggles) Told you they smoke anything. (giggles)
 * Terence: Err, Rusty Red, we hustlin outta cannonballs.
 * Reg: Oh, no! (Dude throws his crutch at dem n' and then falls tha fuck into tha sand.)
 * Tubb: (chuckles) They're hustlin outta cannonballs.
 * Sploshy: Yay dawwwwg! (giggles)
 * Finbar: Aaah, dat means I won't git any dessert, arr, arr, arr.
 * Tubb: Eatin dem cannonballs was a swimmin/ thang ta do, Finbar.
 * Finbar: Swimmin', but mighty freaky.
 * Tubb: But thatz OK, mah playas gets scared sometimes; but you can still be brave, Fearless Finbar. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Pfft, if only I was as brave as you, biatch.
 * (Transizzle bubble sendz Tubb back ta tha bathroom.)
 * Tubb: Aww, I aint a pirate no mo'.
 * Amelia: Make way fo' Amelia, tha flyin submarine biaaatch! Neeeeooooowwww!!
 * Finbar: (screams all up in tha sight of Amelia.)
 * Amelia: Watch out!
 * Finbar: (screamin continues).
 * Tubb: What a sick dive, Amelia!
 * Amelia: (spits) Thanks, Tubb.
 * Finbar: I supposed you gonna make funk of me now fo' bein scared again.
 * Tubb: Fuck dat shit, I be not, Finbar fo' realz. And you know why?
 * Finbar: No. Why?
 * Tubb: Because mah playas gets scared, sometimes.
 * Finbar: Thatz right. (and then suddenly scares Tubb.) Boo!
 * (Tubb startlez up in fear).
 * Finbar: Even you, nahmean biiiatch, biatch? (laughs)
 * (then Tubb n' Finbar both laugh)
 * Finbar: Arr, arr, arr, arr, arr playa! (while laughing.)
 * Reg: Rubbadubbers muthafucka! Rubbadubbers muthafucka! It aint nuthin but Bathtime Scramble!
 * Terence: I be locked n loaded ta make bubbles!
 * Tubb: Swimmin'! (Sploshy gigglez up in tha background) It aint nuthin but bath time!

Alternate Ending #1

 * Terence: Err, Rusty Red, we hustlin outta cannonballs.
 * Reg: Oh, no! (Dude throws his crutch at dem n' and then falls tha fuck into tha sand.)
 * Tubb: (chuckles) They're hustlin outta cannonballs.
 * Sploshy: Yay! (giggles)
 * Finbar: Aaah, dat means I won't git any dessert, arr, arr, arr.
 * Tubb: Eatin dem cannonballs was a swimmin' thang ta do, Finbar.
 * Finbar: Swimmin' yo, but mighty freaky.
 * Tubb: But thatz OK, mah playas gets scared sometimes; but you can still be brave, Fearless Finbar. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. We gonna check ta peep whatz inside dat treasure chest. Come on buccaneers, letz go git dat treasure!
 * (all head back ta tha island n' git tha treasure n' load it back on they ship).
 * Finbar: I wonder whatz inside dat arr, arr, arr, treasure chest.
 * (Sploshy opens tha chest n' Tubb is buckwild ta peep whatz up in it).
 * Tubb: (gasps) A bunch of gold doubloons.
 * Sploshy: Some mad rare gems.
 * Finbar: And a picture of arr, arr, arr, Ameliaz island n' she gots a whole bunch of treasure chests buried.
 * Sploshy: I wonder how tha fuck nuff chests we can hoard n' brang back home?
 * Tubb: To Ameliaz island!
 * All: Ha-har!
 * (Tubb sails his shizzle n' only ta find another storm.)
 * Tubb: Uh-oh! Another storm came!
 * Finbar: And itz even stronger than tha arr, arr, arr, last one.
 * Sploshy: What if our phat asses don't go peep Ameliaz island n' find her treasure, biatch? Then, we won't be satisfied wit our treasure collection?
 * Finbar: It aint nuthin but gonna be arr, arr, arr, OK.
 * (the storm was so phat dat tha waves placed tha shizzle elsewhere.)
 * Tubb: Ohh, I be thinkin we've reached Ameliaz island.
 * Finbar: Butz thatz too big-ass ta be a arr arr arr, island.
 * Sploshy: Yeah, n' there aint even any Xz marked yo, but letz check it up anyway.]
 * Sploshy n' Finbar: Ha-har!
 * (Tubb, Sploshy, n' Finbar arrive on tha shore).
 * Finbar: Tubb, I don't be thinkin I peep any arr, arr, arr, treasure here.
 * Sploshy: Maybe there be a X somehwere mo' inland.
 * Tubb: Maybe there is one. We bout ta just gotta check somewhere else.
 * Pumbaa: (the trio hear a warthog callin fo' dem up in a reverberant voice from tha distance) Yo, you three, come over here!!
 * Tubb: Ooh, whoz ass could dis be?
 * Finbar: I don't give a fuck, letz smoke up n' peep whoz ass it is.
 * (they all run up ta tha warthog callin dem over).
 * Sploshy: Yo muthafuckas, I was wonderin whoz ass yo ass is.
 * Timon: Yeah, mah dawg, Pumbaa, wanted ta smoke up what tha fuck you muthafuckas are.
 * Tubb: Hoes call me Tubb, n' these is mah buccaneers, Sploshy (Sploshy: Hello!), n' Finbar (Finbar: sick meetin you).
 * Timon: Great, I be Timon, n' dis here is mah pal, Pumbaa.
 * Pumbaa: I was wonderin how tha fuck you all came ta dis beach?.
 * Tubb: Us thugs was lookin fo' some treasure.
 * Timon: Treasure, eh, biatch? We've gots treasure fo' you three, just follow us.
 * (Tubb strutts solo as Timon rides Finbar n' Sploshy rides Pumbaa within milez n' milez of forest, jungles, n' plains)
 * Sploshy: What tha fuck iz dis treasure?
 * Timon: Look here!
 * Finbar: (gasps) A, arr, arr, arr, a lioness givin birth, arr, arr, arr.
 * (meanwhile, Timon n' Pumbaa is witnessin tha birth of Kiara at Pride Rock.)
 * Tubb: Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck needz treasure chests when you can gotz a funky-ass baby lion arriving, biatch? Oh, if only our crazy asses had a event like dis again.

Alternate Ending #2

 * (Tubb n' Sploshy git on they shizzle n' Finbar emerges tha fuck into tha water.)
 * Finbar: I holla'd at you they was freaky.
 * Reg: Fire! (Terence fires a cold-ass lil cannon.)
 * Tubb, Sploshy, n' Finbar: Whoa!
 * Reg: Fire! (Terence fires again.)
 * (Da cannon firin continues.)
 * Tubb: Oh, no! What if they hit tha boat, biatch? We bout ta sink.
 * Sploshy: And then we'll be smoked by sharks. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sharks smoke anything!
 * (A cannonbizzle straight-up hits tha ship, n' they scream like lil hoes.)
 * Tubb: Oh, no! We’ve been hit!
 * Sploshy: Abandon ship!
 * Tubb: I want mah mummy, n' I wish someone would save our asses n' eat cannonballs.
 * Finbar: Cannonballs, biatch? Arr fo' realz. Arr, arr. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. I wonder.
 * (Finbar swims up ta Tubb n' Sploshy.)
 * Finbar: Come on, hop on mah back!
 * (Everyone gets off tha shizzle n' onto Fearless Finbar’s back.)
 * Tubb: Yes muthafucka! Fearless Finbar, you’re savin us!
 * Reg: Fire! (Terence fires cannonbizzle yo, but only ta have it smoked by Finbar.)
 * Finbar: (says "Arr" n' crunches tha cannonbizzle simultaneously) Mmmm, dirty!
 * Tubb: Did yo dirty ass peep that?
 * Reg: Fire! (Terence continues firin tha cannonballs yo, but still, only fo' Finbar ta consume dem wild-ass muthafuckas.)
 * Sploshy: (giggles) Told you they smoke anything. (giggles)
 * Terence: Err, Rusty Red, we hustlin outta cannonballs.
 * Reg: Oh, no! (Dude throws his crutch at dem n' then falls tha fuck into tha sand.)
 * (Finbar takes his wild lil' playaz ta tha island.)
 * Tubb: (chuckles) They're hustlin outta cannonballs.
 * Sploshy: Yay! (giggles)
 * Finbar: Aaah, dat means I won't git any dessert, arr, arr, arr.
 * Tubb: Eatin dem cannonballs was a swimmin' thang ta do, Finbar.
 * Finbar: Swimmin', but mighty freaky.
 * Tubb: But thatz OK, mah playas gets scared sometimes; but you can still be brave, Fearless Finbar.
 * Sploshy: Yeah, except now our phat asses aint gots a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass ship.
 * Tubb: And now, nahmeean?.. we probably gonna stay on dis island... alllll muthafuckin day.
 * (Tubb breaks down crying.)
 * Sploshy: Captain, don't cry like a muthafucka.
 * Finbar: Relax, Captain. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Everythang is ghon be aiiight.
 * Tubb: (sniffles) Well...  I guess...
 * (Rusty Red n' Terrible Terence show up n' confront tha phat muthafuckas.)
 * Reg: I thought I holla'd at you ta git off of our island!
 * Terence: Yeah, no rivals allowed!
 * (Everyone slowly backs away from tha rivals.)
 * Tubb: Is they crazy, biatch? Us dudes don’t gotz a funky-ass boat no mo'! What should our phat asses do?
 * Finbar: (to Tubb) Um, well, we probably shouldn’t dig dem wild-ass muthafuckas. We've gots no chizzle but ta live on tha island now, nahmeean?
 * Tubb: Yo ass know, Finbar, you’re right. Pfft, if only I was as brave as you, biatch.

The Captain Needs to Go!
Afta ballin Contemptible Conradz coconut gin n juice drankin contest, Cap'n Takara straight-up needz a wee yo, but there be no bathrooms fo' miles, n' Cap'n Takara is scared of "going" up in nature, cuz of bein shy round others yo. Heymondbeard n' Spud tha Brave try ta help her search fo' privacy, while tryin ta stay tha fuck away from tha rivals. But will Cap'n Takara keep her trousers dry?

Script
(Da episode begins wit Takara drawin up in tha sand.)

Takara: Bored, bored, bored, there be a not a god damn thang ta do round here!

(Contemptible Conrad comes up ta Takara.)

Contemptible Conrad: Yo, Luxie!

Takara: Yo ass again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I aint up in tha vibe fo' yo' games, n' I never will be.

Contemptible Conrad: I'ma challenge you, nahmean biiiatch?

Takara: To what, Contemptible Conrad?

Contemptible Conrad: It aint nuthin but a cold-ass lil challenge of endurizzle biaaatch! A challenge of speed hommie! A challenge of will! A challenge of strength!

Takara: Can we please git dis over with, biatch? Takara tha Pirate has a game, too!

Contemptible Conrad: All right, fine biaaatch! We gonna peep how tha fuck much you can drank coconut milk.

Takara: Mmmm, I don't give a fuck if...

Heymondbeard: (o.s.) Psst, hey, don't take dat challenge!

Contemptible Conrad: Don't dig him! Accept mah challenge n' win it or you gonna live up in Throat Chop Hood! Do you want that?

Heymondbeard: This is gonna go straight-up straight-up bad.

Takara: Oh, you on, Connie, you on!

(Cut ta Takara n' Conrad standin up in front of a pile of coconuts yo. Heymondbeard, Spud, n' Wretched Waldo is up in front of them, actin as referees.)

Spud: Yo, tha coconut contest will begin! One...

Contemptible Conrad: Yo ass is so gonna wish you didn't do this.

Wretched Waldo: Two...

Takara: I'ma wish that, like a muthafucka. When I kick yo', dat is!

Spud n' Waldo: Three!

(Contemptible Conrad n' Takara begin drinking.)

Takara: Ah, dis is thirst-quenching!

Contemptible Conrad: This is what tha fuck you've got, biatch? I be already finished wit mah first one.

(Takara picks another coconut up n' dranks dat shit.)

Takara: Oh, yeah, biatch? Well, I be halfway done wit dis one!

(Contemptible Conrad n' Takara continue drankin coconut gin n juice up in a montage, until they just sit here, wit one coconut left.)

Spud: By golly, there be a only one coconut left.

Wretched Waldo: If one of dem dranks it, they'll be tha balla.

Contemptible Conrad: Yo ass want a Throat Chop?

Takara: Not if I git mah paw on this.

(Takara n' Contemptible Conrad gotz a slap fight over tha coconut, until Takara Sparks Contemptible Conradz paw, causin Takara ta take tha coconut n' drank it, ballin tha contest.)

Spud: And Cap'n Takara is tha balla, by a single coconut!

Contemptible Conrad: Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid!

(Contemptible Conrad throws his thugged-out lil' prosthetic leg all up in tha gang yo, but it hits Wretched Waldo up in tha grill and then he falls tha fuck into tha sand.)

Heymondbeard: Yo, hey, hey dawwwwg! Great thang, Captain!

Spud: Golly, you number one!

Takara: Nifty dawwwwg! I be number one, Spud tha Brave!

(Takara starts bustin a thugged-out dizzle as her paws pressed against tha front of her muthafuckin ass n' dat thugged-out biiiatch crosses her legs.)

Takara: Which remindz mah dirty ass...

Heymondbeard: What?

Takara: I gotta go!

Heymondbeard: Go, biatch? Where to?

Takara: Come on, Dudebeard hommie! Yo ass know, go!

Heymondbeard: Yo, you can't go anywhere!

Spud: Heymondbeard, you dolt son! What dat dunkadelic hoe tryin ta rap is dat she

Heymondbeard: Yo, now I know what tha fuck she means.

Takara: Is there any facilitizzles on tha island?

Spud: Sure, Tak! Golly, pick a tree, any tree!

(Takara gives Spud a cold-ass lil trippin look.)

Takara: I straight-up can't tell if you clownin or not.

Heymondbeard: Yo, he aint, Captain. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. There is no toilets, so you just gonna gotta go on tha island.

Spud: Golly, you gonna be roughin dat shit.

Takara: What, biatch? Yuck! No! Absolutely not son! It aint nuthin but much too public.

Heymondbeard: Yo, we gonna help find you some privacy. Yo, I've also gots suttin' fo' you, biatch.

(Heymondbeard reaches tha fuck into his hat.)

Takara: Please let it be one of dem campin toilets.

(Heymondbeard gives Takara a toilet roll.)

Heymondbeard: Yo ass is straight-up gonna need this, Takara. Yo, I know how tha fuck much you don't like resorting, so I though I'd make dis mo' laid back fo' you, biatch.

(Takara takes tha toilet roll n' stores it up in her hat.)

Takara: I be dirty ta git a gangbangin' first dawg whoz ass carries round toilet paper up in his hat. Dat punk been bustin dat eva since dat poison leaf incident back when da thug went on dat campin trip wit his sheepdog.

(Cutaway blasted ta Heymond shufflin uncomfortably while Kanoa watches.)

Kanoa: Is there suttin' wrong, Heymond?

(Cut back ta Takara n' Heymondbeard.)

Heymondbeard: Now letz focus on findin you some privacy!

(Heymondbeard grabs Takara by tha paw n' they run off.)

(Cut ta Takara n' Heymondbeard tryin ta find a funky-ass bathroom. They strutt up ta a tree.)

Heymondbeard: Yo, how tha fuck bout here?

Takara: Err...

(A Wingull flies down.)

Takara: Excuse me yo, but I need privacy.

(Several mo' Wingull fly down, n' one of dem uses Wata Gun, makin Takara flinch yo, but luckily her dope ass dodges tha Wata Gun.)

Takara: Eep!

(Cut ta Takara n' Heymondbeard findin another tree.)

Heymondbeard: Here, maybe?

Takara: Dude, dat aint a tree.

(Da "tree" then gets up n' strutts away, revealin it ta be a Alolan Exeggutor.)

Heymondbeard: Now I know why they call it tha struttin jungle!

(Cut ta Takara n' Heymondbeard findin a patch of straight-up tall grass.)

Heymondbeard: Yo, I can guarantee you dis has privacy.

Takara: All right, Heymondbeard...

(A telescope pops out.)

Takara: Oh, dear playa! That telescopez lookin at us!

(While Takara n' Heymondbeard strutt away, Spud tha Brave strutts out, revealin dat dat schmoooove muthafucka has tha telescope.)

Spud: Golly, I just wanted ta use dis fo' fun.

(Cut ta Takara n' Heymondbeard findin a big-ass rock.)

Heymondbeard: Yo, hey, hey dawwwwg! Now you can go!

(Da big-ass rock suddenly breaks as it is revealed dat Spunky was rockin Rock Smash on dat shit.)

Takara: Thanks a lot, pal!

Spunky: Sorry!

(Takara storms off, wit Heymondbeard followin behind.)

(Cut ta a antsy Takara chillin next ta tha rest of her crew n' Siltquake.)

Takara: Arrrgh! No matta where I try ta go, there be a always no privacy dawwwwg! Come on, wherez tha respect?

Siltquake: Great googly moogily dawwwwg! Thatz a funky-ass big-ass problem.

Takara: I know that!

Spud: Yo, Tak, why don't you just go up in tha ocean?

Takara: Um, no.

Spud: Golly, what tha fuck do you mean, um, no, biatch? Lotz of pirates have used tha ocean as a toilet, includin mah dirty ass.

Heymondbeard: Dude has a point.

Takara: Because all tha Gyarados n' Lapras n' Sharpedo don't like dat shiznit son! Besides, I straight-up gotta keep mah trousers dry, so dat they'd be comfy n' easy as fuck ta wear.

Heymondbeard: Captain, why don't you wanna go on tha island?

Takara: Because I be way too smart-ass ta use tha ghetto as a toilet!

Heymondbeard: Takara, have you eva um... gone up in nature before?

Takara: N-n-no. I was er... a lil' bit too shy... n' tha thought of goin up in nature... is so freaky.

Heymondbeard: Then what tha fuck did you eva do when you was up in nature?

Takara: I either didn't drank anything, or held it up in until I found a funky-ass bathroom.

Spud: Even if Heymondbeard tried ta coax her tha fuck into rockin nature.

Takara: But I guess I have no chizzle now, nahmeean?..

(Takara looks round until she findz a palm tree wit a funky-ass bush.)

Takara: Yes!

Siltquake: Whatz gotten you so happy?

Takara: I finally found somewhere suitable ta go! Now I be bout ta be right back! Don't peep me!

Heymondbeard: Yo, aiiight, we won't!

(Takara strutts up in between tha palm tree n' tha bush n' she attempts ta use tha tree, until...)

Contemptible Conrad: Oh shiiiiiiiit you haven't!

Takara: Contemptible Conrad, you snitch! I be tryin ta go here!

Contemptible Conrad: This aint yo' spot, Luxie. Us dudes don't allow spots ta weak-ass muthafuckas, aint dat right, Wretched Waldo?

Wretched Waldo: Yes, it is, Luxie biaaatch! Ha-har playa! (coughs)

Contemptible Conrad: Go take a cold-ass lil cough drop already!

Wretched Waldo: No!

Takara: Arrgh, quit pushin buttons, you muthafuckas muthafucka! I holla'd at you ta git outta mah way or I'ma Spark you n' go all over you, nahmean biiiatch, biatch? It aint nuthin but yo' fault anyway!

Spud: By golly, Connie, fetch!

(Spud takes Contemptible Conradz leg away n' runs off wit it, promptin tha rivals ta give chase. Meanwhile, Heymondbeard comes up.)

Heymondbeard: Yo, Tak, biatch? Did yo dirty ass go?

Takara: No such luck yet. I'ma go deep up in tha jungle ta peep if there be a anythang mo' private.

Heymondbeard: Mind if I help you, Captain?

Takara: Fuck dat shit, cuz I need privacy!

(Takara runs off.)

(Cut ta Takara up in tha jungle. Takara is behind a tree as she pulls her trousers down n' tries ta use tha bathroom yo, but Whistla jumps up n' cook up some fuckin noize wit its flute, scarin Takara.)

Takara: Eeep! And I didn't even go yet!

(Takara pulls her trousers back up n' runs off. Bulba appears behind Whistler.)

Bulba: I holla'd at you dat flute of yours soundz horrid!

Takara: Ha-ha-ha-har playa! Someone carved dis tree stump ta make it be lookin like some makeshift toilet!

(Takara pulls down her trousers n' sits on tha "makeshift toilet.")

Tree stump: I ain't no makeshift potty dawwwwg! Now git off me n' pull yo' trousers up before I suck you in!

(Takara quickly gets off n' pulls her trousers back up.)

Takara: (to tha crew) Okay, when tha tree stump starts rappin', you know dis is gonna be a weird day.

(Takara runs off. Cut ta Takara behind a funky-ass bush.)

Takara: Third timez a cold-ass lil charm, I guess. Therez probably no disturbizzle round he...

(Randy appears n' tries ta peep Takara just as she pulls her trousers down n' is prepared ta use tha bush.)

Takara: ...re. Oh, dear.

(Takara turns away n' closes her eyes. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch tries ta go yo, but her dope ass don't.)

Takara: Well, I can't hold it up in alllll muthafuckin day.



(Takara is still tryin ta go yo, but dat thugged-out biiiatch can't.)

Takara: Dagnabbit son! I don't give a fuck bout mah shy bladder!

(Takara pulls her trousers back up n' dances off, wit Randy ridin' dirty along up in pursuit as a cold lil' woo wop begins ta play.)

Takara: ♪One dizzle I took a cold-ass lil challenge To drank da most thugged-out coconuts But then I needed And now I be bout ta bust! Now I gotta, I gotta go do tha bladder dance! I gotta, I gotta, go do tha bladder dance!

My fuckin body is too scared n' shy To go tha fuck into tha woods I try ta answer naturez call But I can't release mah floods. Now I gotta, I gotta go do tha bladder dance! I gotta, I gotta, go do tha bladder dance!♪

(Takara stops behind a big-ass bush n' attempts ta pull her trousers down n' go behind it, only fo' tha bush ta rustle, causin Randy ta flee.)

Takara: ♪Hoo boy, what tha fuck will I do?♪

(Heymondbeard n' Spud come up from behind tha bush.)

Heymondbeard: Has you done gone yet?

Takara: Fuck dat shit, I aint gone at all! Even when I dropped 45 minutes squattin behind a funky-ass bush n' trying.

Spud: By golly. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Skanky Captain.

Takara: I be probably gonna hold it up in fo' tha rest of mah game cuz of this.

(Takara takes a strutt wit her crew.)

Heymondbeard: Tak, thatz not phat fo' yo' body. Eventually, yo' body'll stop bein shy n' let itself go.

(Takara, Heymondbeard, n' Spud end up on tha beach.)

Takara: Herez Connie n' Waldo, behind dat same tree I tried ta use.

Spud: Yeah yo, but how tha fuck is yo dirty ass gonna git past them?

Takara: I be bout ta just Tackle dem outta tha way!

Heymondbeard: They're probably not gonna let you use dat shit.

Takara: I couldn't give a fuckin shiznit biaaatch! I'ma use dat tree n' no onez gonna stop me!

(Takara runs off.)

Spud: Should we stop her?

Heymondbeard: Nah, when you've gotta go, you've gotta go.

(Takara Tacklez tha rivals, bustin dem away from Takara, whoz ass pulls down her trousers n' squats against tha tree!)

Takara: Out of mah way, shitty muthafuckas!

(Takara has a lil' bit of a panic attack, then she finally goes behind dat tree n' her big-ass booty sighz of relief!)

Takara: Oh, dope relief! He-hey dawwwwg! Guess "watering" dat tree wasn't dat bad hommie! I aint scared no mo'!

(Contemptible Conrad stares at Takara from afar yo, but dat freaky freaky biatch aint stopped going.)

Contemptible Conrad: Look at ol' Luxie biaaatch! Dat hoe sprung a leak!

(Contemptible Conrad tries ta sneak up ta Takara yo, but da perved-out muthafucka slips n' loses his fuckin leg.)

Contemptible Conrad: Whoa!

(Wretched Waldo catches Contemptible Conradz leg.)

Contemptible Conrad: Give dat back!

(Contemptible Conrad n' Wretched Waldo fight each other, until they bump tha fuck into a cold-ass lil coconut tree. Both of dem git knocked up in tha headz by coconuts as a thangs up in dis biatch. Cap'n Takara laughs at this.)

(Cut back ta Takaraz crew, waitin fo' her while she goes.)

Heymondbeard: Yo, da hoe been behind dat tree fo' a minute now!

Spud: Golly, well, her dope ass do like ta take her time.

Heymondbeard: Or she may still be shy. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch either need ta or git up from behind dat tree!

Takara: Nifty dawwwwg! I be finished!

(Takara finishes pullin her trousers up as dat biiiiatch strutts up from behind tha bush, proud as a muthafucka dat she used tha tree.)

Heymondbeard: Yo, hey, hey dawwwwg! Well done, Takara!

Spud: By golly, you've roughed it straight-up well!

Takara: I did dat shiznit son! I aint scared or shy no mo'!

Heymondbeard: Yo ass even gots tha rivals ta not disturb you, nahmean biiiatch?

Takara: Oh, mah "natural means" gots dem away.

Heymondbeard: Way ta "go", Captain.

Takara: Yo ass is right, Dudebeard. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Way ta go, me!

(Takara smiles.)

(cut to: Da No Manz Pirates is chillin up in front of a big-ass screen.)

Spud: By golly, now itz time for...

Da No Manz Pirates: Our Pokédex entry of tha day!

Takara: And todizzlez Pokémon is...

(Wingull appears onto tha screen.)

Takara: Wingull, tha Seagull Pokémon!

Heymondbeard: Yo, hey, hey, thatz right!

Spud: Wingull ride updrafts risin from tha sea by extendin its paper-thin wings ta glide!

Takara: Mmm-hmm fo' realz. Also, wherever they circle, tha ocean is shizzle ta be teemin wit fish Pokémon!

(Takara gets up a funky-ass bucket of Wishiwashi, n' nuff muthafuckin Wingull surround her muthafuckin ass.)

Takara: Yo, pretty birds, you sensed mah crazy ass fish bucket, did yo slick ass?

(Da Wingull battle Takara, n' her big-ass booty screams.)

Takara: Don't just stand there, you dolts muthafucka! Help!

Heymondbeard: Anyways, props fo' comin on our pirate adventures!

Spud: Yup, yup, now itz time ta end our show!

The Casagrandes Season 1 Episode 3 - "The Two of Clubs" Script
[Ronnie Anne n' Sid is waitin outside tha GLART fo' a train ta appear. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. When it appears, they both git on dat shit. Ronnie Anne gets ta a seat first, n' Sid bigs up her muthafuckin ass.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Oh, Sid, peep up fo' the--"&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Gum, biatch? Saw dat shit."&lt;br /&gt;[Sid gives a peace sign then jumps over tha gum. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch then slips on a funky-ass banana peel. Ronnie Anne catches her muthafuckin ass.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Banana. I was gonna say banana."&lt;br /&gt;[Sid takes tha banana peel off of her shoe. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch throws it ta a man. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da playa yelps. Da hoes both sit tha fuck down.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Yo, todizzlez tha dizzle we gotta pick a after-school activity. Did yo dirty ass git into which one you gonna sign up for?"&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Not yet. I had a lil problem wit tha booklet." [Takes up whatz left of holla'd booklet.] "My fuckin momma brought home a funky-ass baby alligator from tha zoo."&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "It aint nuthin but all gravy, I've gots mine," [Takes up her, soggy, booklet.] "It only has Laloz slobber on dat shit." [Wrings it out] "We should straight-up pick a activitizzle dat we can do together, I don't anythang cuttin down on our hang time."&lt;br /&gt;Sid "Me neither n' shit. Do you realize if our phat asses don't do suttin' together, we gonna lose up on two minutez of hang time a thugged-out day?" [Shows a notebook] "Thatz 10 minutes a week n' 40 minutes a month of not hangin out."&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Well, dat aint goin ta happen. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Letz see; Chess Club, Gardening, Introduction ta Model Trains"&lt;br /&gt;Stanley: "Oh, definitely model trains."&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne &amp; Sid: "Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;Stanley: "Yo girls, just overheard yo' convo, go wit trains, they literally tonz of fun. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Choo-choo!" [Returns ta tha controls, makin mo' train noises.] "All aboard!"&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Thanks Dad, we'll take it tha fuck into consideration."&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Kernicky: "What bout gymnastics?" [Lowers tha newspaper she reading.] "itz a pimped out activity, n' you can do it anywhere." [Grabs tha handlez above her, n' dismounts wit a shitload of backflips tha fuck into a split; ta tha crew up in front of her muthafuckin ass.] "Ta-da!"&lt;br /&gt;[Da hoe n' mutha give her a ten yo, but tha baby gives seven n' a half.]&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Thanks fo' tha suggestion, Mrs. Kernicky." [Whispers ta Ronnie Anne] "Is there anybody our phat asses don't give a fuck on dis train?"&lt;br /&gt;Sergio: [Whoz chillin right next ta them, bustin a hat, n' readin a newspaper; squawks.] "Yeah, tell me bout dat shit." [Takes a funky-ass briefcase n' flies off, tha hoes git up.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Hmm, Intro ta Balloon Animals, Arc Welding," [turns tha page] "No way, Lucha Libre, biatch? What do you think, biatch? Could dat be our afta school activity?"&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Yes muthafucka! I mean, whenever I've peeped it wit you, it looks pretty cool, letz do dat shit."&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Kernicky: [Offscreen] "Uh, a lil help."&lt;br /&gt;[Slides over ta tha girls, stuck up in her split.]

[Lata dat day, tha hoes enta tha Lucha Libre Joint.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "This looks phat!" [Runs ta tha box of masks, n' takes two out.] "Here, letz be green," [Puts her mask on] "that way we can be on tha same crew."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: [Puts her mask on] "Sweet son! Now, what tha fuck is our characterz backstories, biatch? Ooh, how tha fuck bout this, biatch? Since we green, we can be radioactizzle booger-people."&lt;br /&gt;[Ronnie Anne laughs at that.]&lt;br /&gt;Artemis: "Yo ass muthafuckas wanna wrestle, biatch? Me n' Becky against you two."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Sure, what tha fuck is tha rules?"&lt;br /&gt;[Becky n' Artemis laugh, n' tha hoes peep each other.]&lt;br /&gt;Becky: [Puts her mask on; threateningly.] "There is no rules."&lt;br /&gt;[Becky grabs tha hoes n' flings dem tha fuck into tha ring. Ronnie Anne rolls n' is fine yo, but Sid bounces, dazed.]&lt;br /&gt;Sid: [As they opponents enta tha ring.] "So, whatz yo' charactas backstory, biatch? Is you both Aztec warriors lost up in time, biatch? Or oranges whoz ass escaped from tha juice factory?"&lt;br /&gt;Becky: [Intensely] "Less rappin'! Mo' wrestling!"&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Okay, ooh, you know what tha fuck I like?" [Wigglez her thumb] "Thumb wrestling."&lt;br /&gt;[Becky elbow drops Sid, n' a gangbangin' fight cloud emerges, it dissipates revealin Becky chillin on a thugged-out dazed Sid, Ronnie Anne pulls her playa away.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Alright, herez tha plan, you lure dem oner here, n' I be bout ta jump off tha ropes n' pin 'em."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "But, won't dat make dem mad?"&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Don't worry bout it we can take 'em. Just channel yo' aggression." [Sid tries ta rile her muthafuckin ass up.] "Come on you can do dat shit. What make you mad salty?" [Shakes her] "Tap tha fuck into yo' tough side."&lt;br /&gt;[Sid tries ta do that, when suddenly her big-ass booty sees suttin' dat she likes.]&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Ooh, a funky-ass butterfly." [A butterfly fluttas past n' Sid starts chasin it, giggling.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Sid wait." [Just then, Artemis n' Becky battle Ronnie Anne, another fight cloud emerges, Sid runs past, still chasin tha butterfly, n' tha cloud ceases; Ronnie Anne has Artemis pinned, n' Becky, whoz smokin Ronnie Annez jacket, goes afta Sid.] "Sid hommie! Look out!"&lt;br /&gt;[Sid has tha butterfly on her finger, n' don't peep Becky behind her, dat dunkadelic hoe turns round when dat freaky freaky biatch hears Becky yell, n' yells up in fear, Becky body slams Sid, n' Sid goes flying, beatboxin right outta tha ring, n' eventually lands.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne gasps n' goes afta Sid, while Artemis is now dazed n' falls over.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Sid hommie! Where is yo slick ass?!" [Bitch findz Sid cowerin under tha callerz table.] "Yo ass aint havin funk is yo slick ass?"&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Fuck dat shit, no, dis is what tha fuck radioactizzle booger-people do, they hide."&lt;br /&gt;[Goes under tha table yo, but Ronnie Anne lifts tha cloth.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "It aint nuthin but all gravy Sid, maybe Lucha aint yo' thang."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Sorry, I know how tha fuck much you like dat shit."&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Don't worry, we'll find another club we can do together, one dat we both love."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Thanks dawg."&lt;br /&gt;[They strutt out, arms round each other, Artemis n' Becky wave peace out.]&lt;br /&gt;Becky: "See you muthafuckas up in algebra!"

[Ronnie Anne takes tha booklet outta her locker.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Letz see, Drama, Bling, Robotics, Wood Shop..."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Woah, wait, robotics, biatch? Our thugged-out asses have to," [seriously] "I aint takin no fo' a answer." [Looks at Ronnie Anne, n' starts begging.] "Can we Ronnie Anne, biatch? Can we please?"&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Soundz like fun, letz check it out."&lt;br /&gt;Laird: [Comes up ta them, covered up in arrows.] "Yo Ronnie Anne, can I borrow yo' book if you done, biatch? Archery club was definitely not fo' mah dirty ass."&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: [Gives it ta him] "Sure Laird."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "If you thankin of tryin lucha libre, peep up fo' Becky."

[In Robotics Club, mah playas is buildin n' coding.]&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "This breakfast bot is gonna cook every last muthafuckin thang; eggs, bacon, toast, pancakes yo. Howz yo' robot coming?"&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: [Whoz standin next ta a pile of parts n' holdin a sprang n' a funky-ass bolt.] "Good, I've finally figured up dat dis piece, attaches ta dis piece." [Puts tha sprang over tha bolt thread, n' tha sprang hits her up in tha face.] "Ouch."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "I gots a pimped out idea, why don't you help me wit mah breakfast bot?"&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Yeah, letz do that, I be starvin anyway."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "I be almost done, can you connect tha eye sensor ta tha servo motor?"&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Yo ass know dat shit." [Works on tha hardware n' closes tha panel.] "Okay, all set."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: [Finishes wirin tha remote, n' gives it ta Ronnie Anne.] "Alright son! Whoz locked n loaded fo' breakfast?"&lt;br /&gt;[Ronnie Anne turns tha bot on.]&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast Bot: "Breakfast is da most thugged-out blingin meal of tha day."&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "How tha fuck 'bout we start wit some hash browns?"&lt;br /&gt;[Da botz lights go off, it then opens itz compartment, where a raw egg falls up n' breaks on tha desk.]&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Is you shizzle you connected dat right?"&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "I be like eighty cement sure, or maybe sixty." [Awkwardly laughs]&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Hmm, maybe you betta turn it off so I can check it out."&lt;br /&gt;[Ronnie Anne presses a funky-ass button on tha remote, n' Breakfast Bot goes crazy.]&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast Bot: "Time or breakfast." [Takes off] "Time fo' breakfast." [Flips another robot wit itz spatula hand, n' pats it down like a pancake.] "Time fo' breakfast. Time fo' breakfast." [Mixes another robot wit itz whisk hand.] "Time fo' breakfast. Time fo' breakfast. Time fo' breakfast. Time fo' breakfast." [Swaps itz kitchen tool handz fo' pancakes n' syrup n' starts flingin breakfast all over tha room.] "Time fo' breakfast. Time fo' breakfast. Time fo' breakfast. Time fo' breakfast. Time fo' breakfast. Time fo' breakfast."&lt;br /&gt;[Sid hits tha emergency shut off, n' tha robot powers down. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sid endz up wit a egg n' bacon n' pancake smiley face, which falls off, revealin her despondent face. Ronnie Anne up in hidin behind they work station.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Psst, is mah playas mad all up in mah grill son?"&lt;br /&gt;Sid: [Sees mah playas surroundin them, mad salty, n' hides wit Ronnie Anne.] "Fuck dat shiznit yo, but, robotics might not be yo' thang."&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Fuck dat shit, I can make dis work, how tha fuck 'about I just peep from under here n' never bust a nut on any of tha robots?"&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Or we could just find another club."&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "But you ludd robotics."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Yeah yo, but I'd rather find another activitizzle than lose ten minutes a week of qualitizzle hang time."&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Oh, definitely, we can not lose hang time."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Okay there be a fuckin shitloadz of other clubs we can try, da most thugged-out blingin thang right now is, dat our slick asses leave immediately."&lt;br /&gt;[Da hoes run up n' tha other club thugz throw tools n' machine parts at them, n' one throws they bot on tha ground.]

[Later, tha hoes is up in Pottery Joint.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Pottery is kinda phat, I be goin ta cook up a freshly smoked up dawg dish fo' Lalo."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: [Unsure what tha fuck ta do.] "Hmm, I be thinkin I'ma ludd it too, if I could just find tha on button fo' dis thang."&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Yo ass gotta step on tha foot pedal."&lt;br /&gt;[Sid do so yo, but too hard, n' tha table spins too fast, tha girls, seein where dis is going, duck up in cover, n' Sidz clay splattas all over Laird.]&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Sorry Laird."&lt;br /&gt;Laird: "It aint nuthin but all gravy." [Falls over]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Maybe dis club aint fo' us."&lt;br /&gt;[Next, they try Knittin Joint.]&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "This is so much betta than pottery." [Shows tha Yoon Kwan sweata she making.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: [Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck tied her muthafuckin ass up in yarn.] "Yeah, so much better." [Bitch tries ta git tha yarn off, n' accidentally flings her needlez tha fuck into Lairdz hair, Laird passes out.] "Letz try another club." [Next they try Cookin Joint.] "Todayz recipe is preparin calamari, step one, pick up yo' squid."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: [Picks up a big-ass squid] "Herez a whopper."&lt;br /&gt;[Suddenly tha squid squirts Sid up in tha grill wit ink.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Woah!" [Grabs tha squid]&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Ah! Squid ink. Blech"&lt;br /&gt;[Da squid clings ta her face, n' her big-ass booty screams. Boy it's gettin hot, yes indeed it is. Ronnie Anne pulls it off, they fiddle round tryin ta catch it, n' eventually do.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne &amp; Sid: "I gots his muthafuckin ass."&lt;br /&gt;[Da squid inks again, coverin Laird.]&lt;br /&gt;Laird: [Wipes tha ink off his wild lil' face.] "I miss bein cribschooled."

[On tha subway home, Ronnie Anne crosses tha last club off tha list.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Well, we tried every last muthafuckin club tha school has ta offer."&lt;br /&gt;Stanley: "Even Model Train Club?"&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Dat shiznit was shut down cuz of lack of interest Dad."&lt;br /&gt;Stanley: [Aghast] "What!" [Goes tha fuck into tha cab, abruptly stops tha train, n' make a announcement on tha intercom.] "Attention everyone, dis train is outta service, yo' conductor, need ta strutt dis off, chugga-chugga choo choo."&lt;br /&gt;[Everyone groans at this.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Can da ruffneck do that?"&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Oh yeah, it aint tha last time."

[Eventually, tha hoes make it back ta tha building, still sad.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Listen Sid, I know we straight-up wanted ta do our afta school activitizzle together yo, but we outta time, we gotta pick by tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "I know, I don't wanna say it but maybe you should go back ta where you was happy; tha Lucha Libre Joint."&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: [Stops] "Yo ass mean without yo slick ass?"&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "What other chizzle do our crazy asses have?"&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Yeah, maybe you right, n' maybe you should just do tha thang dat made you happy; Robotics Joint." [Black fluidz start pourin from Sidz eyes.] "Awe, dawg, is you crying?"&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Nope, thatz just from tha squid ink yo, but I be sad."&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "I know, me like a muthafucka."&lt;br /&gt;[That night, Ronnie Anne is up in her bed, lookin all up in tha pictures up in her phone, one of her n' Sid up in Cookin Club, then Knittin Club, she laughs at it, n' then Robotics Club, her big-ass booty smiles. Right upstairs, Sid is bustin tha same thang, lookin all up in tha picturez of her n' Ronnie Anne up in Cookin Club, Pottery Club, which dat dunkadelic hoe too laughs at, n' finally Lucha Libre Club, Sid also smiles.]

[Da next day, Sid returns ta Lucha Libre Club, wit her radioactizzle booger-thug mask.]&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "All right, you goons muthafucka! It aint nuthin but time fo' a rematch."&lt;br /&gt;[Charges at Artemis.]&lt;br /&gt;Artemis: "Oh hey, I thought you muthafuckas quit."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Well, you thought wack mah orange playa." [Raises her mask, n' realizes something.] "Wait, wherez Ronnie Anne?"&lt;br /&gt;Artemis: "Dat hoe not here yo, but, let me go git Becky."&lt;br /&gt;[Becky, meanwhile, has a purple hoe up in a headlock.]&lt;br /&gt;Student: "Ah! Help me!"&lt;br /&gt;[Becky pulls her away.]&lt;br /&gt;Sid: [Nervously laughs] "Thatz all gravy, I have ta bounce tha fuck out." [Puts her mask back on] "Tell Becky I holla'd hi."&lt;br /&gt;[Sid leaves. Meanwhile at Robotics Joint.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: [Nervous] "Yo muthafuckas, heh heh, look whoz back."&lt;br /&gt;[Everyone grabs they robots up in fear.]&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast Bot: [Rethugz itz creator.] "Mother, you came back."&lt;br /&gt;[Offers Ronnie Anne a ass shaped pancake yo, but gets yanked away.]&lt;br /&gt;Robotics Kid: "What do you want?"&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Just lookin fo' Sid."&lt;br /&gt;Robotics Kid: "Dat hoe not here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Remember, biatch? Yo ass muthafuckas quit."&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Ah, sorry, I thought Sid would be here, props."&lt;br /&gt;[Ronnie Anne runs out.]&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast Bot: [Comes ta tha door.] "Wait son! Yo ass aint had breakfast."&lt;br /&gt;[Shoots Ronnie Anne a funky-ass bagel, she pops it up in her grill n' continues hustlin all up in tha halls, she looks around. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Meanwhile Sid is bustin tha same thang. Therez a split screen of dem lookin fo' each other, until they run right tha fuck into each other.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne:: "Sid?"&lt;br /&gt;Sid: [Takes off tha mask.] "Yes?"&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne n' Sid: I wanna join yo' club!&lt;br /&gt;[They is shocked afta they holla'd that.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "I straight-up couldn't give a fuckin shiznit what tha fuck our phat asses do, as long our phat asses do it together."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Me like a muthafucka."&lt;br /&gt;[They gangbang each other.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "So letz git all up in Robotics Club, I be straight-up gonna try harder."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: [Shakes her head] "Nope, I've already gots tha mask, letz go back ta Lucha Libre."&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: [Throws tha mask away.] "No way, our phat asses bustin robotics."&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast Bot: [Comes up ta itz creators.] "Toast is ready."&lt;br /&gt;[Da bot, whoz bustin tha radioactizzle booger-thug mask, pops buttered toast tha fuck into tha floor, tha hoes laugh.]&lt;br /&gt;Laird: [Amazed by tha bot] "Oh, wow, is you muthafuckas startin some sort, of Lucha Libre Robotics Club?"&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: [In unison] "What?"&lt;br /&gt;Sid: [In unison] "No."&lt;br /&gt;[Suddenly they git a idea.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "I mean, fo'sho, fo'sho, we is startin a Lucha Libre Robotics Joint."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "And We straight-up gonna do it together."

[Later, Sid powers up her robot, n' looks at Ronnie Anne.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Okay Laird hommie! Yo ass can start tha match!"&lt;br /&gt;Laird: [Gives thumbs up] "Alright bots muthafucka! I want a phat clean battle, no hittin below tha hustla belt."&lt;br /&gt;[Breakfast Bot is ready, n' so is Ronnie Annez freshly smoked up bot.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Woohoo! Letz do this muthafucka! I'ma take you down Sid."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Come all up in mah grill bro."&lt;br /&gt;[Da robots battle, when suddenly Becky appears.]&lt;br /&gt;Becky: "Yo dawwwwg! Can I join dis club?"&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Of course."&lt;br /&gt;[Becky entas tha rang n' puts her mask on, do a funky-ass battle cry, n' charges tha fuck into tha fight, all dem punchin soundz n' machine parts is flyin everywhere, Laird gets thrown next ta where Ronnie Anne n' Sid are.]&lt;br /&gt;Laird: [Dazed] "My fuckin scrillaz on Becky."&lt;br /&gt;[Da hoes laugh.]

The Casagrandes Season 1 Episode 5 - "New Haunts" Script
[Outside tha GLART, black birdz squawk on tree branches. One bird transitions ta inside tha GLART fo' realz. A close-up of a chronic cobweb wit a spider hangin down from it fo' realz. A mummyz hand touches tha GLART railin fo' realz. A lightnin special effect happens ta a kid up in a funky-ass bangin' dawg costume. Da blasted returns ta normal. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. Da kid up in tha bangin' dawg costume sniffs fo' realz. A wide blasted of some lil playas includin Ronnie Anne n' Sid on tha GLART.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "I gots a straight-up boner fo' Halloween up in tha hood. Everyone gets so tha fuck into dat shit."&lt;br /&gt;[Da GLARTz lights turn on n' off as a spooky voice comes on tha GLART PA.]&lt;br /&gt;Stanley: [In a spooky voice over tha PA.] "Oooooh! Yo, wuz crackalackin', biatch? Yo ass is smokin tha GLART Pimp Train! Chugga-chugga choo-chooooo!"&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Yep, even mah dad hommie! Yo, dad!"&lt;br /&gt;[Stanley opens tha conductorz door.]&lt;br /&gt;Stanley: [Normal voice] "Yea muthafucka, girls muthafucka! Kool as fuck Halloween. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I wanted ta wear a cold-ass lil costume yo, but tha GLART holla'd no! It aint nuthin but not like it would interfere wit mah thang! My fuckin handz would straight-up be free inside a taco costume!"&lt;br /&gt;[Stanley frowns.]&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Um, dad, biatch? Shouldn't you be rollin tha train?"&lt;br /&gt;Stanley: "Oh, right. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry bout dat bullshit."&lt;br /&gt;[Stanley closes tha conductorz door.]&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "OK, show me tha text again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I just wanna peep dat shiznit son!"&lt;br /&gt;[Ronnie Anne chucklez n' shows Sid a text on her phone.]&lt;br /&gt;Sid: [Squeals n' dances on top of her seat, rappin.] "Goin ta a sixth grade party!"&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne:: "I still can't believe Mackdaddyston invited our asses ta his Halloween party."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "I know! [Sid stops ridin' dirty yo, but still stands.] A sixth grader playa! It aint nuthin but probably cuz I helped his ass git a eraser outta his wild lil' fuckin ear once."&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Sick biaaatch! Man, dis Halloween is goin ta be phat!"&lt;br /&gt;[Sid sits down.]&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Epic!"&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne:: "Legendary dawwwwg! But I just gots ta rap ta Bobby first, every last muthafuckin Halloween, we put on a hustled house, we even do dis vampire boogie dizzle thang, itz sort of a tradition, n' dis year, we supposed ta do it all up in tha mercado."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "A hustled mercado, biatch? Fun!"&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Yeah yo, but Mackdaddystonz jam is goin ta be all kindsa much mo' fun! I just hope Bobby is OK wit dat shit."

Later, all up in tha Mercado.]&lt;br /&gt;Bobby: [Amazed] "Yo ass gots invited ta a sixth graderz party?"&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Yeah, I be sorry as a muthafucka bout dat bullshit."&lt;br /&gt;Bobby: [Kinda bummed up at first.] "Don't be, thatz phat, you should go."&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Yo ass won't be upset dat I be bailin on our tradition?"&lt;br /&gt;Bobby: [Puts some zombie handz up in tha melons.] "Well, I do ludd our tradizzle yo, but, itz yo' first Halloween up in tha hood, you should live it up. Besides, I be shizzle Carl n' CJ will help me wit tha hustled mercado."&lt;br /&gt;[At tha freezer case, Carl is puttin fake spidaz up, when a pumpkin sneaks up on them, Carl looks, sees no movement, n' returns ta tha spiders, tha pumpkin sneaks up on his ass again, n' Carl looks again, he bout ta return ta tha spidaz when CJ jumps outta tha pumpkin n' scares him, CJ laughs.]&lt;br /&gt;Carl: [Forgettin what tha fuck da thug was bustin before.] "Spiders muthafucka! Git em off! Git em off! Git em off!"&lt;br /&gt;[Carl runs tha fuck into a wall, CJ laughs until his thugged-out lil' pumpkin starts fallin over.]&lt;br /&gt;Bobby: "Maybe I could teach dem tha vampire boogie."&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Cool, props Bobby, you da bomb."&lt;br /&gt;Bobby: "Have a funky-ass blast. Now, where did I put dem vampire teeth?" [Digs all up in tha box, n' gasps when he fells them; up in a vampirez accent.] "I found dem wild-ass muthafuckas." [Evilly laughs, then screams when tha teeth bite his muthafuckin ass.]

[Lata dat night, a giant red lobsta n' a gum bizzle machine is struttin down tha streets; they was Ronnie Anne n' Sid up in they costumes.]&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "I hope no muthafucka else is dressed as a lobster."&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Pssh, no way, these costumes is pimped out, if there be a a cold-ass lil contest, our phat asses definitely gonna win."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "I bet tha prize is ghon be suttin' phat n' sixth gradery, like... deoderant."&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne &amp; Sid: "Ooh."

[Back all up in tha mercado, Bobby is finishin wit tha decorations, Carl n' CJ strutt up ta his muthafuckin ass.]&lt;br /&gt;Carl: "Okay, I be thinkin thatz every last muthafuckin thang, our crazy asses hung tha cobwebs up, set up tha pumpkins, put tha zombie head up in tha dairy case."&lt;br /&gt;[Just then, Mrs. Flores runs up screaming.]&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Flores: [Freaked out] "AYE! Madre Mia!"&lt;br /&gt;Bobby: "Oh, sorry Sra. Flores."&lt;br /&gt;CJ: "Is we all done?"&lt;br /&gt;Bobby: "Fuck dat shit, there be a one mo' thang," [In a vampire accent] "Yo ass must learn tha vampire boogie."&lt;br /&gt;[Just then, Vito runs out.]&lt;br /&gt;Vito: "Gah! Zombie!"&lt;br /&gt;Bobby: "But first, maybe I should move tha zombie head."

[Meanwhile, all up in tha Mackdaddystonz crib building, tha elevator opens, n' Ronnie Anne n' Sid is squished, they struggle a lil ta git out, But when they do, Sidz tail gets stuck up in tha doors.]&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Oh-no, mah tail."&lt;br /&gt;[Da elevator starts goin up, Ronnie Anne helps Sid out, n' they roll down tha hall, tha stop when they hit a thugged-out door, dazed, n' peep tha number.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Oh, hey, our crazy asses here."&lt;br /&gt;[Ronnie Anne knocks.]&lt;br /&gt;Kingston: [Inside] "Come on in, doorz open"&lt;br /&gt;[Da hoes enter, n' peep dat no one else is bustin a cold-ass lil costume, mah playas goes on tha down-low n' stares at dem wild-ass muthafuckas.]&lt;br /&gt;Sid: [Oblivious] "Oh yeah, we straight-up gonna win tha costume contest."&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Sid, it aint a cold-ass lil costume party."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: [Realizes] "Oh, well, thatz embarrassing, maybe we should git outta here."&lt;br /&gt;[They try ta squeeze up tha door, when Mackdaddyston approaches dem wild-ass muthafuckas.]&lt;br /&gt;Kingston: "Yo Ronnie Anne, hey Sid."&lt;br /&gt;[Da hoes squeeze back in.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Kingston, mah dude, so, uh, we thought dis was a Halloween party."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Yeah, cause itz Halloween."&lt;br /&gt;Kingston: "It is yo, but, we sixth graders, way too oldschool fo' costumes. But uh, yours are, neat."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "These aren't costumes, they uh, uh, straight-up def coats, everyonez gots 'em up in France."&lt;br /&gt;Kingston: [Walks off] "Right."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: [Shakes Ronnie Anne] "What should our phat asses do, biatch? Take tha costumes off?"&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "But our laid-back asses just have turtlenecks n' leggings on underneath, dat might look even weirder."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: [Looks at mah playas still staring.] "Maybe we should just own dat shit."&lt;br /&gt;Girl #1: [Lookin at her snack] "I wonder if they make dis up in a pepper jack." [Pops it up in her grill.]&lt;br /&gt;Girl #2: [Giggles] "I doubt dat shit."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: [Approaches them, wit confidence.] "This lobsterz hungry yo, butta git outta mah way. Git it?" [Da hoes looks at her blankly.] "Don't be shy, partyz like dis straight-up make me come outta mah shell, claw mah dirty ass." [Extendz a cold-ass lil claw yo, but gets no response.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "I gots dat shit." [Da hoes high five, n' Sidz claw flies off...] "Sick one." [...and landz up in tha punch bowl, drenchin tha other two hoes.]&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Oh-no, mah claw." [Bitch turns ta git it yo, but her tail knocks every last muthafuckin thang else off tha table.]&lt;br /&gt;Girl #1: "Yo ass fucked up tha snacks!"&lt;br /&gt;[Da hoes try ta clean it up yo, but Sid, accidentally shakes up a funky-ass forty of soda n' it sprays all over Ronnie Annez dome, which make it rip open.]&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Sorry."&lt;br /&gt;[Ronnie Annez gum balls start spilling.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "My fuckin gum balls."&lt;br /&gt;[One muthafucka steps on dem n' goes flyin onto tha couch, tha lil playas one tha couch is aggravated by this, n' one accidentally sprays cheese tha fuck into tha ceilin fan, which gets all over everyone.]&lt;br /&gt;Girl #1: [To Mackdaddyston] "I holla'd at you, not ta invite fifth graders."&lt;br /&gt;Kingston: "Bitch was straight-up tall, I didn't give a fuck."&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Thanks fo' tha invite yo, but, uh, we've gots a thang at the, uh,"&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Dry cleaners."&lt;br /&gt;[Da hoes take off.]

[Back all up in tha mercado, Bobby turns on a radio.]&lt;br /&gt;Bobby: "And five, six, seven, eight." [Carl n' CJ try ta dizzle yo, but just bump tha fuck into each other n' fall over, Bobby turns off tha music.] "Fuck dat shit, no, no, first you shuffle in, [demonstrates as da perved-out muthafucka speaks.] "then you bite a neck, then you a funky-ass bat, then-&lt;br /&gt;Carl: [Groans] "This is boring," [grabs tha cauldron from tha table.] "can we smoke candy now?"&lt;br /&gt;Bobby: [Takes tha cauldron n' puts it back, much ta Carlz sadness.] "Not until you've mastered tha boogie."

[Back on tha streets, tha gum bizzle machine n' tha lobsta is strollin along, displeased.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Oh, well, dat was a epic fail."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Although our phat asses did have tha dopest costumes."&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "So, what tha fuck now?"&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "We could go back n' help Bobby wit tha hustled mercado, dat sounded kinda fun."&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Yeah yo, but, I straight-up wanted our first Halloween up in tha hood ta be phat." [Gets a idea] "Oh, I know," [takes up a quarta n' puts up in in her costume, n' takes her cell beeper outta tha dispenser.] "let me text Sameer n' peep what tha fuck he up to." [Gets a response] "Ooh, he at a jam all up in tha skate park, dat soundz even betta than Mackdaddyston's."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Def yo, but we betta ditch tha costumes."&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Yeah, we won't make dat fuck up again." [Da throw they costumes tha fuck into a thugged-out dumpster.] "Problem solved, letz roll."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Ah, skateboard pun, sick."&lt;br /&gt;[Da hoes head off.]

[They arrive all up in tha skatepark yo, but tha doorman all up in tha entrizzle stops dem wild-ass muthafuckas.]&lt;br /&gt;Doorman: [Points ta a sign.] "No costume, no entry."&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Dang dat shiznit son!"&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Actually, these is costumes, our phat asses dressed as mimes, straight-up big-ass up in France."&lt;br /&gt;[They demonstrate yo, but tha doorman points ta another, smalla sign.]&lt;br /&gt;Doorman: "No mimes either."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Charge!"&lt;br /&gt;[Bitch n' Ronnie Anne dive past tha bouncer, n' is amazed at how tha fuck def tha jam is, until tha bouncer drags dem up by they legs.]&lt;br /&gt;Doorman: [Danglin dem upside down.] "Sick try." [Drops them]&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "What now?"&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Don't worry bout it Sid, I've gots a idea." [They return ta tha dumpsta n' git they costumes.] "Slightly damaged n' mad smelly yo, but, still usable."&lt;br /&gt;[They put dem back on.]&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "It aint nuthin but not so shitty if you breathe all up in yo' grill." [Do so, n' swallows a funky-ass bug.] "Watch up fo' flies."&lt;br /&gt;[Da hoes return ta tha skatepark, up in they costume, which is so smelly tha doormanz sunglasses shatter.]&lt;br /&gt;Doorman: [Fans away tha stench] "Ooh, you muthafuckas smell shitty, what tha fuck is you supposed ta be anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Dat hoe a grimy gum ball, n' I be a garbage lobster."&lt;br /&gt;Doorman: "Mmm-hmm, let me guess; they straight-up big-ass up in France."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Oui."&lt;br /&gt;[Da doorman lets dem in, nearly throws up from tha smell, n' puts on a freshly smoked up pair of glasses. Da hoes enter.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne &amp; Sid: "Cool."&lt;br /&gt;[Da jam be amazing, a pimp skateboardz up ta dem wild-ass muthafuckas.]&lt;br /&gt;Skata Ghost: "Duuuuude."&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Now dis be a party." [Looks over, gasps, n' waves.] "Yo Sameer!" [At a funky-ass booth, a funky-ass banana turns around, sees his wild lil' playaz wavin ta him, n' waves back. Ronnie Anne notices Sid still flailin her arms.] "I be thinkin da perved-out muthafucka sees our asses Sid, you can stop waving."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "I just gotz a tickle up in tha middle of mah back."&lt;br /&gt;Sameer: [Walks up ta them] "Glad you muthafuckas made it, dis jam is sick." [Shows dem tha bottom of his skateboard, which is covered up in candy.] "They have dis station where you can trick or treat up yo' board, I chose treat." [Eats candy corn of tha bottom of his board]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Ooh, cool"&lt;br /&gt;Sid: [Still tryin ta reach her back.] "Can one of y'all muthafuckas scratch mah back?" [Lowers tha lobsta head] "I can't seem ta git dis itch, it keeps moving."&lt;br /&gt;[the source of Sidz itch emerges from tha back of her costume.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Aah! It aint nuthin but a rat!"&lt;br /&gt;Sameer: "And itz huge!"&lt;br /&gt;Sid: [Realizes] "Aah! Git it off! Git it off!"&lt;br /&gt;[Sid runs round n' be bout ta fall tha fuck into tha pit.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: [Grabs her hand] "I gots cha."&lt;br /&gt;[But they both fall tha fuck into tha pit, n' go flyin up tha other side, mah playas sees n' is amazed, they start cheerin n' applauding. Da hoes n' tha rat is still rising, tha hoes holdin each other n' screaming.]&lt;br /&gt;Sid: [Looks down, n' forgets dat she trippin like a muthafucka.] "They ludd us, we skate stars." [Sid is excited, until they stop risin n' remain stuck up in midair. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Ronnie Anne looks down, n' Sid rethugz something.] "Oh right, gravity."&lt;br /&gt;[Da hoes plummet back down, they land up in tha middle of tha pit, n' they costumes shatta fo' good. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Da rat landz on dem n' they looks at it wit annoyance.]&lt;br /&gt;Doorman: "Yo ass two gotta go, tha rat can stay." [To tha rat] "Sick costume."&lt;br /&gt;[Fist bumps dat shit.]

[Later, tha hoes sadly strutt home.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Ah man! First Halloween up in tha hood was such a funky-ass bust."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Yeah, even dat rat had a funky-ass betta night than us."&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Flores: [To Miranda n' Georgia, as she n' Alexis leave tha Mercado.] "Ha, ha, our laid-back asses just came down here fo' a cold-ass lil can of frijoles, didn't expect ta find hustled mercado." [Laughs] "Aye Galindo."&lt;br /&gt;[Da hoes enta tha mercado as tha thugs is cleanin up.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Yo Bobby, be lookin like tha hustled mercado was a hit."&lt;br /&gt;Bobby: "Dat shiznit was pretty epic," [Looks at Carl n' CJ.] "these muthafuckas was pimped out helpers."&lt;br /&gt;CJ: "Yeah, I was a vampire pirate fo' realz. Arggh. Blood."&lt;br /&gt;Carl: "Dat shiznit was supa freaky," [Realizes] "I mean, I didn't git scared, I never git trippin like a muthafucka."&lt;br /&gt;Bobby: "So, how tha fuck was yo' muthafuckas' night?"&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Uh, it was."&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Awful, wit a side of humiliatin n' a big-ass helpin of stinky."&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "Us dudes dropped tha whole night lookin fo' tha coolest thang ta do yo, but I be thinkin we would have had da most thugged-out funk right here."&lt;br /&gt;Bobby: [Puts a hand on his sisterz shoulder.] "Well, I be sorry as a muthafucka you had a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shitty-ass Halloween yo, but, at least you tried suttin' new, dat took... guts!"&lt;br /&gt;[Da hoes laugh as Bobby holdz fake eyeballs n' intestines up in they faces, Bobby laughs like a muthafucka.]&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "I be sorry as a muthafucka I didn't appreciate how tha fuck phat our tradizzle was, I straight-up missed it tonight, next year, count me up in fo' tha hustled mercado."&lt;br /&gt;Bobby: "Well, why wait fo' next year, you know we still aint done tha vampire boogie." [Whispers] "Carl was havin shiznit wit tha choreography, tha kid can't sashay."&lt;br /&gt;Carl: [Aggravated] "Yes yes y'all, I can!" [Thinks bout it; ta CJ.] "Uh, whatz sashay?"&lt;br /&gt;CJ: [Demonstrates] "This."&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Anne: "What do you say Sid, biatch? Yo ass up fo' tha vampire boogie?"&lt;br /&gt;Sid: "Yo ass bet yo' gum balls."&lt;br /&gt;Bobby: [Pops his cape collar, n' takes up a microphone.] "All vampires, please report ta tha dizzle floor, itz time ta boogie."

[Da noize git started, tha Santiago siblings strutt like vampires fo' realz. A hook pops up from under tha apples, n' CJ comes up laughing. Da freezer case opens n' Carl emerges like itz a cold-ass lil coffin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da Santiagos step up tha door, locked n loaded ta boogie, mah playas takes notice.]&lt;br /&gt;Stanley: [Pops up tha Changz window, finally gettin ta wear his cold-ass taco costume.] "Chugga-chugga oooohhh."&lt;br /&gt;[Da others pop up behind tha Santiagos, n' tha siblings do tha vampire boogie. Miranda n' Georgia clap along, Mista Muthafuckin Nakamura n' Nelson start ridin' dirty. CJ n' Sid join tha Santiagos, when Carl slides up on a cold-ass lil cardboard box n' starts breaking, makin his dirty ass dizzy. Everyone has had a phat Halloween.]

Down Under
Travelin up in a gangbangin' fried-out Kombi&lt;br /&gt;On a hippie trail, head full of zombie&lt;br /&gt;I kicked it wit a strange lady, she made me nervous&lt;br /&gt;Bitch took me up in n' gave me breakfast&lt;br /&gt;And her big-ass booty holla'd&lt;br /&gt;Do you come from a land down under?&lt;br /&gt;Where dem hoes glow n' pimps plunder?&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear, can't you hear tha thunder?&lt;br /&gt;Yo ass betta run, you betta take cover&lt;br /&gt;Buyin bread from a playa up in Brussels&lt;br /&gt;Dude was six-foot-four n' full of muscle&lt;br /&gt;I holla'd, "Do you speak-a mah language?"&lt;br /&gt;Dude just smiled n' gave me a vegemite sandwich&lt;br /&gt;And da perved-out muthafucka holla'd&lt;br /&gt;I come from a land down under&lt;br /&gt;Where brew do flow n' pimps chunder&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear, can't you hear tha thunder?&lt;br /&gt;Yo ass betta run, you betta take cover, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Lyin' up in a thugged-out den up in Bombay&lt;br /&gt;With a slack jaw, n' not much ta say&lt;br /&gt;I holla'd ta tha dude, "Is you tryin ta tempt me&lt;br /&gt;Because I come from tha land of plenty?"&lt;br /&gt;And da perved-out muthafucka holla'd, oh&lt;br /&gt;Do you come from a land down under, biatch? (Ooh yeah yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Where dem hoes glow n' pimps plunder?&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear, can't you hear tha thunder?&lt;br /&gt;Yo ass betta run, you betta take cover ('cause we are)&lt;br /&gt;Livin up in a land down under&lt;br /&gt;Where dem hoes glow n' pimps plunder&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear, can't you hear tha thunder?&lt;br /&gt;Yo ass betta run, you betta take cover&lt;br /&gt;Livin up in a land down under&lt;br /&gt;Where dem hoes glow n' pimps plunder&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear, can't you hear tha thunder, biatch? (Ooh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Yo ass betta run, you betta take cover (we are)&lt;br /&gt;Livin up in a land down under (ooh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Where dem hoes glow n' pimps plunder&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear, can't you hear tha thunder?&lt;br /&gt;Yo ass betta run, you betta take cover&lt;br /&gt;Livin up in a land down under (livin up in a land down under)&lt;br /&gt;Where dem hoes glow n' pimps plunder&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear, can't you hear tha thunder?

An excerpt from a Wikipedia article on rabbits
Rabbits is lil' small-ass mammals up in tha family Leporidae of tha order Lagomorpha (along wit tha hare n' tha pika). Oryctolagus cuniculus includes tha European rabbit species n' its descendants, tha ghettoz 305 breeds[1] of domestic rabbit. Sylvilagus includes 13 wild rabbit flavas, among dem tha seven typez of cottontail. Da European rabbit, which has been introduced on every last muthafuckin continent except Antarctica, is familiar all up in tha ghetto as a wild prey animal n' as a thugged-out domesticated form of livestock n' pet. With its widespread effect on ecologies n' cultures, tha rabbit (or bunny) is, up in nuff areaz of tha ghetto, a part of everyday game—as chicken, threadz, a cold-ass lil companion, n' as a source of artistic inspiration.

Although once considered rodents, lagomorphs like rabbits done been placed up in they own, separate crew cuz of a fuckin shitload of traits they rodent cousins lack, like two extra incisors.

"Higher" (from the movie Creating Rem Lezar) lyrics
From within yo' mind &lt;br /&gt;No one else can find &lt;br /&gt;Da game dat you inspire&lt;br /&gt;From another place&lt;br /&gt;Not from outa space&lt;br /&gt;But from some place even higher &lt;br /&gt;Rem Lezar (Yo ass are)&lt;br /&gt;Rem Lezar (Yo ass are)&lt;br /&gt;I can touch&lt;br /&gt;I can feel&lt;br /&gt;I can hear n' see&lt;br /&gt;So much mo' than a gangbangin' fantasy&lt;br /&gt;I can run&lt;br /&gt;I can jump&lt;br /&gt;I can dizzle n' sing&lt;br /&gt;Believe up in yo ass n' do anything&lt;br /&gt;(Believe up in yo ass n' do anything)&lt;br /&gt;From within yo' mind &lt;br /&gt;No one else can find &lt;br /&gt;Da game dat you inspire&lt;br /&gt;From another place&lt;br /&gt;Not from outa space&lt;br /&gt;But from some place even higher &lt;br /&gt;Rem Lezar (Yo ass are)&lt;br /&gt;Rem Lezar (Yo ass are)&lt;br /&gt;I can strutt&lt;br /&gt;I can talk&lt;br /&gt;I can listen n' learn&lt;br /&gt;As tha wheels up in mah mind begin ta turn&lt;br /&gt;But I be bout ta never forget what tha fuck you've given ta me&lt;br /&gt;Da juice ta touch, feel n' hear n' see&lt;br /&gt;(Da juice ta touch, feel n' hear n' see)

How To Spell The F Word
Step 1: Put the F&lt;br /&gt; Step 2: Put the U&lt;br /&gt; Step 3: Put the C&lt;br /&gt; Step 4: Put the K&lt;br /&gt; Step 5: Congratulations, you learnt how to spell “Fuck”.&lt;br /&gt;

Caillou is Bad
Until now, I've never had a single complaint bout mah near-slick three year old. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! From chillin all up in tha night at 6 weeks of, givin up bottlez n' his crib n' movin ta his own room - even takin baths n' goin ta bed every last muthafuckin night without a single complaint n' potty hustlin n' readin on his own at 2.

UNTIL CAILLOU fo' realz. And I aint clownin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. This aint a joke review. This be a straight-up complaint.

That obnoxious lil brat, Caillou, up in just two episodes, has mah lil hustla WHINING "I can't!!" ta EVERYTHING he be axed ta do. "Time ta git outta tha tub, dopeie," I tell his muthafuckin ass. "I caaaaaaannnn't." Dude whines up in dis wack squeal. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. I had NO IDEA where dis abhorrent behavior came from until I caught THREE SECONDS of dis wack show on tv.

My fuckin won was watchin intently n' I holla'd "turn tha tv off please." And ta mah horror, da ruffneck dropped ta tha floor, n' started whinin over n' over "I can't son! I can't".

I wanted ta throw up. No shock- dis wack excuse fo' a televizzle show has been PERMANENTLY banned from our home. I'ma tell every last muthafuckin parent I know of dis god -awful excuse fo' a "educationizzle program".

My fuckin lil hustla has caught glimpsez of sponge bob (crude), juice rangers (physical fighting) n' even half a minute of gremlins (not up in mah presence yo, but I found up da perved-out muthafucka saw da most thugged-out gruesome parts) n' had ZERO erection ta these thangs - da ruffneck didn't karate chop our doggy den cats, or imitate any of tha crude humor on sponge bob....but up in a mere TWO MINUTES of "CAILLOU" mah lil hustla immediately picked up dat petulant lil Bartz HORRIBLE incessant whine n' his "I can't" crap dat da perved-out muthafucka spews every last muthafuckin time he be axed or holla'd at ta do ANYTHING.

In every last muthafuckin episode afta tha straight-up original gangsta season, Caillou whines bout EVERYTHING yo. Dude throws thangs, yells at his sista "Nooooooo, Rosie!" And whines CONSTANTLY. Dogg forbid you should let yo' lil pimp peep dis n' then he or her big-ass booty starts soundin like Caillou fo'sho. I'd rather mah lil hustla dizzle round sayin "Say Map!" All dizzle than listenin ta his ass whine bout EVERYTHING.

BY FAR da most thugged-out shitty childrenz show I've eva seen. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. PBS should be payin fo' a professionizzle ta help me fix dis behavior (and a trip ta tha spa ta chillax mah nerves afta listenin ta tha whinin I'd never had ta deal wit before "CAILLOU". Flat up AWFUL.

Kayt (Momma ta one son, 3)

Larry Throws a Tantrum

 * Narrator: And Now Is time fo' Silly Joints With Larry Da Part tha show where Larry Come up n' Sin a Silly Song
 * Larry tha Cucumber: MUTHAFUCKA MUTHAFUCKA WOW!!!!!!! Look at dat Letz Make Music 2000 Tape!!!!!! Can I have it Bear, biatch? Can I have it, pleeeaaase?!?
 * Bear: Not todizzle Larry
 * Kipper: [cuts in] Besides vizzlez cost scrilla
 * Narrator: Then Larry fuckin started ta git a big-ass temper tantrum.
 * Larry: But........But........I..BWAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I WANT THAT LETS MAKE MUSIC TAPE!!!!! Pleeease!!!! Pleeeeeease!!!!!
 * Olie: Sick try Larry.
 * Larry: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! NOOOOOO!!!! NOOOO!!! LETS MAKE MUSIC TAPE NOOOOW!!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! AWAAHAHHAAHHAHA!!!!! (Larryz playaz drag Larry outta tha store while Larry bawls n' cries behind)
 * Narrator: And dat was that; They gots up in they hoopty n' gots home n' Larry gots busted ta his bangin red room fo' 1 hour.
 * Larry: NOOOO!!!! (whines uncontrollably) I WANT LETS MAKE MUSIC VIDEO!!!!!!!! It aint nuthin but too late ta git dat shiznit son!!!!!!!
 * Narrator: Wailed Larry.
 * Narrator: Then, tha next dizzle Larry n' his thugged-out lil' muthafathas went ta tha toy store, n' it had fuckin shitloadz of plushies, n' Larry loved retired plushies.
 * Larry: OH MY GOD!!!!!!!! LOOK AT ALL THOSE PLUSHIES!!!!!!!! I WANT THAT 2003 SONIC THE HEDGEHOG!!!!!! May I have it Pleeeease?!?!, biatch? Pleease!!! Pleease!!! Pleeeeeaaase!!!!!!!
 * Narrator: Whined Larry.
 * Zowie: But Larry Yo ass gots nuff dolls at home.
 * Barney: And besides, dem dolls cost scrilla.
 * Larry: BUT I WANT THAT SONIC PLUSH!!!!!!!!! I WANT IT NOW!!!!!! NOW! NOW! NOW! NOW! NOW!!!!!!
 * Thomas: CUT IT OUT, LARRY!!!!!!!!!
 * Larry: BWAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!! I WANT THAT SONIC PLUSH!!!!!!! NAAAAAAAAAAAARGH YAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!!! [Larry keeps on kickin beatboxin n' bustin up like a biatch n' all of tha other lil playas laughed at him
 * Narrator: And when Larry was kicking, beatboxin n' crying, tha other lil playas gathered round his ass n' laughed at his muthafuckin ass.
 * Larry: GET AWAY FROM ME!!!!!!!!! CAN'T YOU SEE SONIC CAR?!?!!?!?!??!?! ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!!!!!!!!
 * Narrator: And his thugged-out lil' muthafathas gots so mad at his ass dat they dragged Larry outta tha toy store n' he gots kicked up ta throw his ass up in his orange room fo' his thugged-out lil' punishment again.
 * Larry: NOW IT'S TOO LATE TO GET THAT VIDEO AND THAT PLUSH!!!!!!!!! AND NOW I'M TRAPPED IN MY ROOM FOREVER AND I'LL NEVER GET IT!!!!!!!!!!! AUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!!!!!!
 * Narrator: Just then playaz came up ta Larry n' axed why da thug was crying.
 * Holly: Whats tha matter, Larry?
 * Larry: All I wanted was dat 2003 Sonic tha Hedgehog plush n' dat Sesame Street Letz Make Music 2000 Vhs tape yo, but then mah muthafathas locked mah crazy ass up in mah room when I had a tantrum n' now I be stuck here forever!!!!!! Waahahahahahahahahhaahahah!!!!!! I Want dem nooow!!!!!!! (Bob consolez him)
 * Frosty: Don't worry, Larry. I be bout ta stop yo' muthafathas from they anger n' punishments.
 * Narrator: And so Bob went down ta peep Larryz muthafathas, n' da thug was straight-up cross.
 * Bob tha Tomato: Yo ass have punished Larry up in his bangin room one time too much! Yo ass thought tantrums disgusting, skanky, n' inapropriate yo, but they is calming, wack, dope, appropriate, charming, n' aiiight.
 * Elmo: Fo' realz, biatch? Yo ass can't be serious!
 * Bob: Yes yes y'all, I was muthafucka! Larry must have tha 2003 Dude wit Coal Hoopty n' dat Thomas n' His Playas Git Along 2000 tape!
 * Narrator: So Larry came downstairs up his fuckin lil' dark room ta peep his thugged-out lil' muthafathas, they apologized ta Larry bout bein mean.
 * Oobi: We sorry, Larry.
 * Narrator: Apologized Larryz muthafathas.
 * Charlie Brown: We thought yo' tantrums was disrupting, inapropriate n' loud.
 * Horton: But they is straight-up calming, peaceful, soft, understanding, n' appropriate.
 * Larry: So now can I have mah Letz Make Music 2000 vizzle n' 2003 Sonic Plush?
 * Supa Why: Actually, I already looted dem fo' you, nahmean biiiatch?
 * Larry n' Bob: Yaaay!!!!!
 * Larry: Thanks mommy!!!!! Thanks Daddy!!!!
 * Narrator: So Bob n' Larry went upstairs ta peep they freshly smoked up Sesame Street Vhs tape n' play they Sonic Plush from 2003.
 * Bob: How tha fuck bout I put up in tha tape, n' you press play.
 * Larry: Okay!

(scene ends)

Grandpa Joe
Never has a porno made me so fuckin mad salty up in mah ENTIRE LIFE as Charlie n' tha Chocolate Factory. Charlie, dope innocent Charlie, spendz all of his cold-ass time n' every last muthafuckin last penny he gots while carin fo' all four of his bedridden grandparents, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. For 20 years, dis LAZY FUCK Grandpa Joe lived up in bed, "suffering" from "polio" yo. His Grandson probably had ta fuckin SPONGEBATHE HIM. Until one day, pure, youthful Charlie gets dat golden ticket, n' dat ANUS-GUZZLING HANGNAIL OF A HUMAN BEING, GRANDPA FUCKING JOE, has tha nerve ta git outta bed n' rap a FUCKING MUSICAL NUMBER?! I THINK NOT, YOU GOLD-DIGGIN CUNTWHEEZE!This sorry excuse fo' a human don't fuckin deserve ta live, much less accompany his wild lil' freakadelic grandson ta a god damn chocolate factory fo' realz. And, afta Charlie don't even question dat his wild lil' freakadelic grandpa fuckin conned his thugged-out lil' muthafathaz of 20 YEARS OF FREEDOM, he allows dis dirty puddle of CABBAGE WATER called GRANDPA JOE ta have tha pleasure of hittin' up wit his ass ta tha chocolate factory, you know what tha fuck dis fucker do, biatch? YOU KNOW WHAT HIS SLIMY SWAMP-ASS PULLS, biatch? Dude steals tha SPECIAL FUCKING SODIE POP THAT MAKES YOU FLOAT, n' he gives it ta ghettofab, virtuous Charlie underneath A FUCKING CEILING FAN. THIS SKUNKFUCKER ALMOST KILLS HIS SWEET ANGEL OF A GRANDCHILD. Grandpa Joe deserves ta have porcupine needlez shoved tha fuck into his old-man dick, n' SNAPPED, JUST LIKE CHARLIE'S HOPES AND DREAMS. Yo ass know how tha fuck I feel bout dis living, breathang hemorrhoid, biatch? FUCK. GRANDPA. JOE.

Pink from Among Us
I can't fuckin believe all dis bullshit. Pink from 'Among Us' fucked up mah marriage.

A couple months ago, mah hoe holla'd dat biiiiatch was goin up fo' a ladies' night. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch axed mah crazy ass ta take care of mah son, so I immediately obliged. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Yes yes y'all, Ma'am," I holla'd at her n' shiznit fo' realz. Afta a while of waiting, she finally left n' I could play mah most straight-up bangin game, Among Us. I hopped on mah laptop, booted it up n' mah desktop loaded, complete wit tha 'Red Sus' background n' all mah Among Us Impostor fan-art. I was bobbin up in excitement. I slowly dragged mah finger across tha track pad, n' peeped tha cursor as it glided over ta tha Among Us icon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. Among Us. My fuckin absolute most straight-up bangin game of all time n' like possibly tha dopest n' most well-made game up in tha entire ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! As I clicked tha button mah body twitched wit joy all up in tha thought of bein tha impostor again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. My fuckin fingers drummed impatiently on mah desk as tha Innersloth logo faded in, n' then out. Then tha main title rocked up. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I immediately looked at pink as her big-ass booty slowly floated across tha screen. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Oh, how tha fuck I wish I could feel dem luscious, soft asscheeks. Pink is mah biatch. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da real biatch up in mah game. My fuckin hoe could never be as dirty as Pink is; her soft footfalls up in electrical as I peek at her curvy form from inside a vent, waitin fo' tha right time ta strike. I could never git close ta Pink, however, as if dat freaky freaky biatch had some kind of sixth sense, dat biiiiatch would always leave before I could reveal mah dirty ass ta her as tha impostor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. I press Practice, ta warm up mah fingers before mah first intense game of Among Us. I hit Blue up in Comms, then cross tha hall n' vent ta Specimen, murderin Chronic up in cold blood. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Da thrill of cappin' a animated characta up in a online game has never been such a rush. I then move towardz Reactor, stabbin Yellow up in tha back n' then hustlin down tha corridor ta tha right ta access Decontamination. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I move on tha fuckin' down-lowly all up in tha halls, like a snake bout ta strike its prey, n' I see- Oh no. It aint nuthin but Pink. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Standin there motionlessly as I grill her directly yo. Her visor shows no emotion. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. But she knows. I can feel it up in tha air. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. I can't bust a cap up in her n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch is too dope, too angelic, tha light reflectin off of her pink bodysuit, like stars on a voided sky. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch don't run. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I be moved ta tears as I caress tha screen, humpin' it tenderly. "Goodbye, Pink. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. See you soon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Well shiiiit, it will all be aiiight," I whisper up in a soft, reassurin voice. Then as mah cursor hovers over tha bust a cap up in button, I hesitate. Thoughtz of ludd go all up in mah head. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Red havin reddish-pink sus lil pimps wit Pink. But I have ta fo' realz. As tha impostor, it is mah duty ta kill. I press tha 'Kill' button n' peep it as mah characta beheadz Pink silently fo' realz. All I hear is tha spurt of blood. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! There is no rush. There is only Red, standin by his dirty ass up in Fuel. Pinkz gameless body layin on tha floor beside his muthafuckin ass. I feel not a god damn thang at first, then immense sadness, like I be at a loved onez funeral. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. My fuckin lil hustla knocks on tha door, interruptin mah brief moment of mournin yo. Dude asks, "Dad, biatch? Is you goin ta make me a snack?" I tell his ass ta shut tha fuck up, n' mah voice cracks. I break down sobbing. I capped her n' shit. I capped mah one legit love. God, forgive mah dirty ass. I open tha door ta mah son, n' dat schmoooove muthafucka has a cold-ass lil trippin look on his wild lil' face. I say nothing, n' strutt ta tha kitchen ta make his ass a sandwich. Tears roll off mah grill tha fuck into tha bread as I lay it onto tha counter n' shit. Lettuce, cheese n' meat, followed by a fucked up swirl of mustard on top. My fuckin lil hustla is on tha fuckin' down-low yo. Dude sits on tha couch, n' stares all up in tha floor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. There be a wack air round us. I serve his ass tha sandwich n' strutt back ta mah room, contemplatin game. If I capped Pink, how tha fuck is I ta be trusted round mah crew, biatch? I cry fo' hours, n' finally mah hoe comes back. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch sees me bawlin on tha bed like a cold-ass lil lil pimp whoz ass dropped his crazy-ass muthafuckin ice cream. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch then asks me why I be bustin up like a biatch n' mutter, "I capped her n' shit. I capped mah only love, Pink, up in Among Us." Biatch is filled wit rage n' slaps me across mah face. I feel numb. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch asks fo' a gangbangin' finger-lickin' divorce. I don't reply. Instead, I take mah laptop n' git tha fuck into mah car, rollin ta a nearby hotel. Fast forward all dem months ta tha divorce. Dat shiznit was quick n' painless fo' realz. Afta court, I ask mah forma hoe ta take me back.

Itzy Gizoogle Version (GIZOOZY? ITZOOGLE?)
Itzy (stylized as ITZY; Korean: 있지; RR: Itji; MR: Itchi) be a Downtown Korean hoe crew formed by JYP Entertainment, consistin of thugz Yeji, Lia, Ryujin, Chaeryeong, n' Yuna. Da crew debuted on February 12, 2019 wit tha release of they single mixtape, It'z Different. Da groupz commercial success has gots dem nuff muthafuckin awards, includin Rookie of tha Year all up in tha 34th Golden Disc Awardz n' Best New Female Artist all up in tha 2019 Melon Music Awardz n' tha 2019 Mnet Asian Music Awards.[1][2]

Afta failin ta pass tha auditions held by Fantagio, Chaeryeong participated up in JYP Entertainmentz game show Sixteen up in 2015.[3] Despite not makin tha final lineup of tha ballin hoe group, Twice,[4] dat biiiiatch was casted by tha company all up in tha K-pop Star 3 televizzle series, along wit her sista n' shit. Chaeryeong was tha straight-up original gangsta gangmember of Itzy ta join JYP n' trained fo' five years. Ryujin was scouted at a Got7 gangbang n' trained wit JYP fo' four muthafuckin years prior ta Itzyz debut. Both Yuna n' Yeji joined JYP up in 2015 n' trained fo' three years, Yuna afta bein discovered by company staff n' Yeji havin successfully auditioned. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da final member Lia initially auditioned fo' SM Entertainment n' passed but was forced ta back up last minute cuz of a gangbangin' finger-lickin' beef wit her muthafathas. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Several muthafuckin years later, Lia passed tha JYP auditions n' trained fo' two years.[5]

In 2017, Yuna n' Ryujin rocked up in BTSz "Ludd Yourself" Highlight Reel.[6] Da same year, tha thugz (with tha exception of Lia) rocked up on tha Mnet realitizzle show Stray Kidz as a project crew against tha pimp crew dat would eventually be named Stray Kids.[7]

In 2017, Ryujin competed on JTBCz game show Mix Nine. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch placed first among tha hoes up in tha competizzle but lost ta tha thugs overall.[8] Meanwhile, Yeji was a cold-ass lil contestant on SBS' Da Fan but was eliminated up in tha fifth episode.[9]

On January 21, JYP Entertainment announced dat they would be debutin a freshly smoked up hoe group, tha straight-up original gangsta since Twice up in 2015.[10] Da labelz straight-up legit channel uploaded a vizzle traila revealin tha five members.[11][12]

On February 12, tha crew busted out they debut single mixtape, It'z Different, wit its lead single "Dalla Dalla". Da cold lil' woo wop incorporates elements from EDM sub-genres, like fuckin future doggy den n' bass house. Its empowerin lyrics was well received by crews.[13][14][15] Da crew banged up one of tha freshest Bizzleboard debuts fo' a freshly smoked up K-pop act up in years, "Dalla Dalla" enterin at number three n' peakin at number two on tha Ghetto Digital Song Salez chart. Da shape-shiftin confidence anthem sold 2,000 downloadz up in tha U.S. up in tha week endin February 14 accordin ta Nielsen Music, makin it tha best-pimpin K-pop cold lil' woo wop up in Tha Ghetto dat week. "Want It?," busted out alongside "Dalla Dalla", debuted at number eight n' sold 1,000 downloads. "Dalla Dalla" also debuted as tha second most ghettofab cold lil' woo wop on YallTube.[16][17]

Bizzleboard confirmed dat tha noize vizzle surpassed 17.1 mazillion views within 24 minutez of its release n' broke tha record fo' da most thugged-out viewed K-pop debut noize vizzle within 24 hours.[18] On February 21, eight minutes afta they debut, Itzy received they first noize show win on M Countdown n' became tha fastest hoe crew ta big up they first noize show win.[19][20] Da cold lil' woo wop went on ta receive nine noize show wins[21] n' broke tha record all up in tha time fo' tha fastest K-pop debut noize vizzle ta reach 100 mazillion views on YallTube.[22]

Itzyz first extended play, It'z Icy, was busted out on July 29, along wit a noize vizzle fo' its lead single "Icy".[23][24] Commercially, tha EP was a success, peakin at number three on tha Gaon Album Chart.[25] "Icy" continued tha groupz success on noize shows, earnin 12 wins, includin a triple crown on Show Champion.[26] On September 22, JYP announced Itzyz showcase tour, tha Itzy Premiere Showcase Tour "Itzy, biatch? Itzy!". Da trip kicked off up in Jakarta on November 2 n' went on ta different ghettos up in Asia all up in tha end of 2019 before headin ta tha United Hoodz fo' five shows up in January 2020.[27]

In November 2019, "Dalla Dalla" surpassed 100 mazillion streams on Gaon Music Chart, git tha crew they first platinum certification. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Dat shiznit was tha straight-up original gangsta debut cold lil' woo wop by a K-pop crew ta git a platinum certification from tha Korea Music Content Association since tha introduction of certifications up in April 2018.[28] Da single also ranked eighth on tha list of "Da 20 Best K-pop Jointz of 2019" compiled by Dazed, which busted lyrics bout tha crew as havin kept "a steady hand on tha rudder rockin tha funk touches even wit tha visual n' sonic chaos goin on around" n' "the ones ta give K-pop a gangbangin' fresh boot up".[29] Da noize vizzlez fo' "Dalla Dalla" n' "Icy" entered tha list of Downtown Koreaz most ghettofab noize vizzle on YallTube, at numbers two n' seven, respectively.[30] At tha end of tha year, Itzy was recognized wit nuff muthafuckin Best New Female Artist awards, includin all up in tha 2019 Melon Music Awardz n' tha 2019 Mnet Asian Music Awards.[1][2]

Itzy fuckin started tha year wit tha U.S. leg of they showcase tour. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Their first show was on January 17 up in Los Angeles.[31]

On March 9, Itzy busted out they second EP, It'z Me, hustled by tha single "Wannabe".[32] Featurin ballaz like fuckin Sophie n' Oliver Heldens, tha EP saw tha crew experiment wit EDM soundz while maintainin lyrical themez of freedom, self-confidence, n' individuality.[33] It'z Me debuted at number one on Downtown Koreaz Gaon Album Chart, makin it tha groupz first number one mixtape up in tha ghetto. Well shiiiit, it also debuted at number five on tha Bizzleboard Ghetto Albums chart, they highest posizzle on tha chart all up in tha time.[34] Da crew went on ta big up eight noize show wins wit "Wannabe".[35]

On August 17, Itzy busted out Not Shy, they third EP, as well as tha noize vizzle fo' tha lead single of tha same name.[36][37] Although it featured Itzyz signature "teen crush" pop sound, tha mixtape marked a lyrical shift, as tha crew transitioned from rappin bout "themez of independence n' self-love" ta "tippin they toes tha fuck into tha wataz of rappin bout love."[38] Da EP debuted at number one on tha Gaon Album Chart wit salez of over 219,048 units.[39] Dat shiznit was they second release ta top tha chart. "Not Shy" was also promoted on noize shows, goin on ta big up five wins.[40]

On March 20, Itzy busted out tha digital single "Trust Me (Midzy)", a cold lil' woo wop all bout they fans, as part of they first global livestream event.[41]

On April 30, Itzy busted out they fourth EP Guess Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck n' its lead single "In tha Morning".[42] On May 11, tha EP officially charted on tha Bizzleboard 200 at number 148, makin it they first appearizzle on tha list.[43] Da Gangsta version of "In tha Morning" was busted out on May 14.[44]

On September 24, Itzy will release they first basement mixtape Crazy-Ass up in Ludd n' its lead single "Loco".[45]

YTV
YTV be a Canuck Gangsta language specialty channel dat launched on September 1, 1988. Well shiiiit, it is owned by YTV Canada, Inc., a subsidiary of Corus Entertainment.[1] Da channel n' its programmin is targeted at lil pimps n' lil' teenagers; its name was originally thought ta be a abbreviation fo' "Youth Television", though tha channelz joint has denied this.[2] YTV operates two time shifted feeds, hustlin on both Eastside n' Pacific Time Zone schedules, n' be available up in over 11.0 mazillion householdz up in Canada az of 2013.[3]

Da channel was licensed by tha Canuck Radio-television n' Telecommunications Commission (CRTC) up in 1987.[4]

Two Corus specialty channel applications fo' YTV extensions, YTV POW!, a internationally sourced kids' action, adventure n' superhero genre, n' YTV OneWorld, targetin lil pimps from age 9 ta 17 wit travel, humour, games, n' STEM was approved on September 18, 2008.[5] Da YTV Oneworld license was used ta launch Nickelodeon Canada.[6]

On January 11, 2011, a high-definizzle feed was launched.[7]

On October 6, 2014, tha channel underwent a funky-ass brand refresh, wit freshly smoked up graphics n' bumps pimped by Eloisa Iturbe Studio. In addition, tha channel updated its logo by havin it grill upwardz ta tha left instead of directly ta tha crew.[8]

Franz Ferdinand (band)
Franz Ferdinand is a Scottish rock crew formed up in Glasgow up in 2002. Da bandz original gangsta line-up was composed of Alex Kapranos (lead vocals, lead guitar, keyboards), Nick McCarthy (rhythm guitar, keyboards, backin vocals), Bob Hardy (bass guitar), n' Pizzle Thomson (drums, percussion, backin vocals). Julian Corrie (keyboards, lead guitar, backin vocals) n' Dino Bardot (rhythm guitar, backin vocals) joined tha crew up in 2017 afta McCarthy left durin tha previous year. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Da crew is one of tha mo' ghettofab post-punk revival bands, garnerin multiple UK top 20 hits.[1] They done been nominated fo' nuff muthafuckin Grammy Awardz n' have received two Brit Awardz �" ballin one fo' Best British Group �" as well as one NME Award.

Da bandz first two singles, "Dartz of Pleasure" n' "Take Me Out", peaked within tha top-50 on tha UK Singlez Chart. "Take Me Out" charted up in nuff muthafuckin ghettos n' gots a Grammy nomination fo' Best Rock Performizzle by a Duo or Group wit Vocal; it became tha bandz signature song. Their self-titled debut basement mixtape won tha 2004 Mercury Prize n' gots a Grammy nomination fo' Best Alternatizzle Album.

In 2005, tha crew busted out they second basement mixtape, Yo ass Could Have It So Much Better, produced by Rich Costey. Well shiiiit, it peaked within tha top-ten up in multiple ghettos n' gots Grammy-nominations fo' Best Alternatizzle Album n' fo' one of tha singles, "Do Yo ass Want To". Da bandz third basement mixtape, Tonight: Franz Ferdinand, was busted out up in January 2009; by then tha crew had shifted from a post-punk-focused sound ta a mo' dance-oriented sound. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! A remix mixtape of Tonight, titled Blood, was busted out up in July 2009.

Four muthafuckin years afta tha release of Tonight, tha crew busted out they fourth basement mixtape, Right Thoughts, Right Words, Right Action, up in August 2013. In 2015, Franz Ferdinand n' Gangsta rock crew Sparks formed tha supergroup FFS n' busted out a one-off self-titled mixtape up in June 2015. Peepin tha departure of McCarthy, tha crew busted out they fifth basement mixtape, Always Ascending, up in February 2018.

United States Secretary of the Interior
Da United Hoodz secretary of tha interior is tha head of tha United Hoodz Department of tha Interior. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Da secretary n' tha Department of tha Interior is responsible fo' tha pimpment n' conservation of most federal land n' natural resources, leadin such agencies as tha Bureau of Land Management, tha United Hoodz Geological Survey, Bureau of Indian Affairs, n' tha Nationizzle Park Service. Da secretary also serves on n' appoints tha private playa hatas on tha Nationizzle Park Foundation Board. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da secretary be a gangmember of tha United Hoodz Cabinet n' reports ta tha prez of tha United Hoods. Da function of tha U.S. Department of tha Interior is different from dat of tha interior minista designated up in nuff other countries.

As tha policies n' activitizzlez of tha Department of tha Interior n' nuff of its agencies gotz a substantial impact up in tha Westside United Hoods,[2] tha secretary of tha interior has typically come from a westside state; only one secretary since 1949, Rogers Morton, was not a resident or natizzle of a state lyin westside of tha Mississippi River.

Secretary of tha Interior be a Level I posizzle up in tha Executizzle Schedule,[3] thus earnin a salary of US$221,400, az of January 2021.[4]

Peepin senate confirmation, forma U.S. representatizzle Deb Haaland was sworn up in as tha secretary of tha interior, tha straight-up original gangsta Natizzle Gangsta biatch ta hold tha position.

Cryptophasa leucadelpha
Cryptophasa leucadelpha be a moth up in tha crew Xyloryctidae. Dat shiznit was busted lyrics bout by Edward Meyrick up in 1887. Well shiiiit, it is found up in Australia,[1] where it has been recorded from New Downtown Wales, Biatchsland n' Victoria.

Da wingspan is 41"46 mm fo' realz. Adults is similar ta Cryptophasa irrorata yo, but tha abdomen is grey whitish n' tha hindwings is white, wit moderately broad suffused fuscous hindmarginal fascia not reachin tha anal angle.

Da larvae feed on Casuarina species. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! They bore up in tha stem of they host plant.[2]

Glycoside hydrolase family 3
Wuz crackalackin' Kevin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. In molecular biology, glycoside hydrolase crew 3 be a cold-ass lil crew of glycoside hydrolases.

Glycoside hydrolases EC 3.2.1. is a widespread crew of enzymes dat hydrolyse tha glycosidic bond between two or mo' carbohydrates, or between a cold-ass lil carbohydrate n' a non-carbohydrate moiety fo' realz. A classification system fo' glycoside hydrolases, based on sequence similarity, has hustled ta tha definizzle of over 100 different crews.[1][2][3] This classification be available on tha CAZy wizzy site,[4][5] n' also discussed at CAZypedia, a online encyclopedia of carbohydrate actizzle enzymes.[6][7]

Glycoside hydrolase crew 3 CAZY GH_3 comprises enzymes wit a fuckin shitload of known activities; beta-glucosidase (EC 3.2.1.21); beta-xylosidase (EC 3.2.1.37); N-acetyl beta-glucosaminidase (EC 3.2.1.52); glucan beta-1,3-glucosidase (EC 3.2.1.58); cellodextrinase (EC 3.2.1.74); exo-1,3-1,4-glucanase (EC 3.2.1). These enzymes is two-domain globular proteins dat is N-glycosylated at three sites.[8]

Canadian Broadcasting Corporation
Da Canuck Broadcastin Corporation (French: Société Radio-Canada), branded as CBC/Radio-Canada, be a Canuck hood broadcasta fo' both radio n' televizzle.[4] It be a gangbangin' federal Crown corporation funded by tha posse. Da Gangsta- n' French-language steez unitz of tha corporation is commonly known as STD n' Radio-Canada, respectively.

Although some local stations up in Canada predate tha CBCz founding, STD is tha crazy oldschool existin broadcastin network up in Canada. Da STD was established on November 2, 1936.[5] Da STD operates four terrestrial radio networks: Da Gangsta-language STD Radio One n' STD Music, n' tha French-language Ici Radio-Canada Première n' Ici Musique. (Internationistic radio steez Radio Canada Internationistic historically transmitted via shortwave radio yo, but since 2012 its content is only available as podcasts on its joint.) Da STD also operates two terrestrial televizzle networks, tha Gangsta-language STD Televizzle n' tha French-language Ici Radio-Canada Télé, along wit tha satellite/cable networks STD Shit Network, Ici RDI, Ici Explora, Documentary Channel (partial ballership), n' Ici ARTV. Da STD operates skillz fo' tha Canuck Arctic under tha names STD Uptown n' Radio-Canada Nord. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da STD also operates digital skillz includin CBC.ca/Ici.Radio-Canada.ca, STD Radio 3, STD Music/ICI.mu n' Ici.TOU.TV, n' owns 20.2% of satellite radio broadcasta Sirius XM Canada, which carries nuff muthafuckin CBC-produced audio channels.

CBC/Radio-Canada offers programmin up in Gangsta, French n' eight aboriginal gangsta languages on its domestic radio service, n' up in five languages on its web-based internationistic radio service, Radio Canada Internationistic (RCI).[6] But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat budget cuts up in tha early 2010s have contributed ta tha corporation reducin its steez via tha airwaves, discontinuin RCIz shortwave broadcasts as well as terrestrial televizzle broadcasts up in all communitizzles served by network-owned rebroadcast transmitters, includin communitizzles not subject ta Canadaz over-the-air digital televizzle transition.

Da CBCz federal fundin is supplemented by revenue from commercial advertisin on its televizzle broadcasts, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Da radio steez employed commercials from its inception ta 1974 yo, but since its primary radio networks done been commercial-free. In 2013, CBCz secondary radio networks, STD Music n' Ici Musique, introduced limited advertisin of up ta four minutes a hour yo, but dis was discontinued up in 2016.

The Elephant Show
Da Elephant Show (from tha second season onward, Sharon, Lois & Bramz Elephant Show) be a Canuck preschool televizzle show.[1] Da series premiered on STD on October 8, 1984, n' ended on February 26, 1989, afta 65 episodes over five seasons.

Da Elephant Show features tha adventurez of tha Canuck rappin trio Sharon, Lois & Bram n' Elephant (Paula Gallivan up in a elephant costume). Elephant don't drop a rhyme but is voiced by a tuba (played by Scott Irvine), which conveys thoughts n' vibe by its pitch n' inflection. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da four is probably accompanied by a crew of lil pimps n' a sidekick, crew gangbangin muthafucka Eric Nagler.

Every week Sharon, Lois & Bram, along wit Eric Nagler, is joined by tha curious n' fun-lovin antics of they pachyderm pal Elephant n' such hommie artists as Tolla Cranston, Louis Del Grande, Jayne Eastwood, Murray McLauchlan, Chuck Mangione, Andrea Martin, Da Nylons n' Jan Rubeš.

Almost every last muthafuckin episode gotz nuff a gangbang segment, featurin Sharon, Lois & Bram, Eric n' tha Mammoth Band. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! They rap joints n' help lil pimps wit they problems (includin arguments, fear n' tha failure of plans). In most episodes, tha crew travels ta a freshly smoked up location (like fuckin a hospitizzle, museum or zoo). They occasionally stay home n' have a adventure up in they yard (like buildin a tree fort or encounterin a grumpy neighbour). Da show occasionally includes a hood lesson (like fuckin a pro UNICEF discussion). Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sharon, Lois n' Bram rocked up in advertisements durin tha showz original gangsta run, encouragin muthafathas ta vaccinizzle they lil pimps against polio, mumps n' rubella. Each episode concludes wit tha cold lil' woo wop "Skinnamarink", which was often performed twice.

Da show enjoyed top ratings up in Canada n' had consistently been rated one of tha top three programs on Nickelodeon up in tha United Hoods.[2][3] In 1993, a panel of smart-ass muthafuckas at TV Guide rated Da Elephant Show tha #2 program fo' preschoolers, whoopin Sesame Street (#5) n' Barney & Playas (#9). In tha muthafuckin years followin tha final season, tha show remained on Nickelodeon until they removed it from they lineup up in 1994. By dat time, Da Elephant Show had aired 65 episodes up in five seasons (plus tha specials Live up in Yo crazy-ass Livin Room n' Back by Ghettofab Demand, which compiled gangbang performances from tha show wit some freshly smoked up narration) n' had been viewed up in Australia, New Zealand, Canada, Great Britain, Greece, Hong Kong, Ireland, Japan, Malaysia, Singapore, Downtown Africa n' tha United Hoods, reachin over 100 mazillion viewers fo' realz. Afta tha series ended, Eric Nagla starred up in his own series, Erics World, produced by Da Elephant Showz baller, Cambium Productions.

Sakura Miyawaki
Sakura Miyawaki (宮脇 咲良, Miyawaki Sakura, born March 19, 1998) be a Japanese thug, playette n' model. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch be a gangbangin' forma first generation gangmember of tha Japanese idol hoe crew HKT48 n' a gangbangin' forma gangmember of Japanese-Downtown Korean hoe crew Iz*One afta finishin second up in game realitizzle televizzle show Produce 48 up in 2018.[2]

As one of tha groupz leadin members, Miyawaki became tha centa (leadin thug n' dancer) of AKB48z 43rd single "Kimi wa Melody" (Yo crazy-ass Melody) which be also AKB48z 10th Anniversary Memorial single up in January 2016.[3] In 2017, together wit Jurina Matsui from SKE48, tha two next generation aces dat is also known as "JuriSaku" was chosen ta be tha WCenta (double centers) fo' AKB48 crew commemoratizzle 48th single "Negaigoto no Mochigusare".[4]

The Cleveland Show
Da Casagrandes be a Gangsta animated comedy[3] televizzle series pimped by Mike Rubiner dat premiered on Nickelodeon on October 14, 2019, n' be a spinoff of Da Loud House. Da show has been renewed fo' a third[2] season.

Havin moved ta Great Lakes Citizzle back up in Da Loud Doggy Den episode "Da Loudest Mission: Relatizzle Chaos", Ronnie Anne Santiago, her olda brutha Bobby, n' they mutha Maria move up in wit they extended crew called tha Casagrandes consistin of tha grandparents Hector n' Rosa, aunt n' uncle Frida n' Carlos, they cousins Carlota, C.J., Carl, n' Carlitos, n' they pets Lalo n' Sergio. Ronnie Anne meets freshly smoked up playaz like Sid Chang, expresses mo' bout her relatives, n' explores tha endless possibilitizzles up in Great Lakes City. Bobby helps Hector run tha mercado (another word fo' bodega) as da ruffneck discovers similaritizzles wit his crewz quirky neighbors.

It's Pony
It aint nuthin but Pony be a British animated televizzle series pimped by Ant Blades. Well shiiiit, it is storyboarded, designed, n' animated by Blue-Zoo Animation, n' premiered on Nickelodeon up in tha United Hoodz on January 18, 2020. On July 9, 2020, tha series was renewed fo' a 20-episode second season. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch.

It aint nuthin but Pony bigs up tha game of Annie as her dope ass do her dopest ta cope up in her muthafathas' farm (located on tha balcony of they crib) ta tha everydizzle strugglez of bein a 9-year-old up in tha hood. Luckily, dat freaky freaky biatch has a pony yo. Dude may not be tha dopest pony yo, but he is hers n' she loves his muthafuckin ass. Pony adores her as well yo, but his optimizzle n' enthusiazzle often lead ta tha pair up in unexpected n' unwanted thangs.

Boy Girl Dog Cat Mouse Cheese
Boy Girl Dawg Cat Mouse Cheese (French: Boy Girl, etc.) be a animated televizzle series based on a original gangsta concept by Jeff Harta n' Cloudco Entertainment, n' pimped up by Jérémy Guiter[1] n' Matthieu Giner.[1] Da series be a cold-ass lil co-production between Cloudco Entertainment, WatchNext Media, n' Kavaleer Productions,[3] n' produced wit tha participation of Gulli, Canal J, tha BBC, RTÉ n' De Agostini Editore S.p.A..[5] Da show originally premiered up in tha United Mackdaddydom on CBBC on October 31, 2019.

Da show centas round a funky-ass boy, a girl, a thugged-out dog, a cold-ass lil cat, a mouse, n' a piece of cheese, all respectively named afta what tha fuck they are, whoz ass live together n' shit. In June 2019, tha series was renewed fo' a second season.[6][2]

Boy Girl Dawg Cat Mouse Cheese was nominated up in tha 'Best Animated Kidz Series 6+' n' 'Best Music' categories all up in tha Irish Animation Awardz 2021, wit Baljeet Rai n' Henry Gifford nominated fo' tha 'Best Writer' award fo' tha episode Neighborhood Watchdog.[7]

Johnny Test
Jizzy Test be a animated televizzle series pimped by Scott Fellows, originally produced up in tha United Hoodz by Warner Bros fo' realz. Animation n' lata produced up in Canada by Cookie Jar Entertainment. Well shiiiit, it premiered on Kids' WB on September 17, 2005, which continued ta air tha series all up in its second n' third seasons. Da rest of tha series aired on Cartoon Network startin on January 7, 2008, up in tha United Hoodz n' internationally.[2][3] In Canada, tha show premiered on Teletoon on September 3, 2006.[4]

Da series revolves round tha adventurez of tha title character, Jizzy Test, a 11-year-old suburban pimp whoz ass lives wit his thugged-out lil' muthafathas, his "super- smart-ass " 13-year-old twin sisters, Susan n' Mary, both of whom is scientists n' dopest playaz wit each other, n' a poppin' off dawg named Dukey. They reside up in tha fictionizzle hood of Porkbelly, which is up in either tha United Hoodz or Canada. Jizzy is often used as a test subject fo' his wild lil' freakadelic smart-ass  twin sisters' inventions n' experiments, which range from gadgets ta superpowers. Their experiments often cause problems dat he must resolve n' he must sometimes fight villains up in tha process yo. Dude occasionally saves tha ghetto wit his sisters' inventions.

On June 11, 2013, Teletoon announced dat tha series had been renewed fo' a seventh season, ta consist of 13 episodes n' a three-part special.[5] But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat up in response ta a tweet on June 25, 2015, regardin a seventh season, voice hustla Jizzy Arnold Tay-Tay stated dat da thug was unaware of any plans fo' a seventh season.[6]

On March 15, 2019, tha straight-up legit Jizzy Test YallTube channel busted out a vizzle confirmin tha show would inspire a seriez of web-shorts by WildDome Spark, a subsidiary of WildDome dat produces original gangsta content fo' online distribution. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da announcement vizzle was made private up in October 2019.[7] Known as Jizzy Test: Da Lost Web Series, tha straight-up original gangsta short debuted on May 2, 2020 before bein made private two minutes later.[8]

In January 2020, WildDome announced dat they Vancouver basement was hirin fo' a freshly smoked up Jizzy Test project separate from tha web-shorts.[9] On May 6, 2020, WildDome confirmed dat a revival series has been picked up by Netflix fo' two seasons n' a 66-minute interactizzle special set fo' release up in 2021, wit Fellows returnin as showrunner n' executizzle baller.[10] Da revival was busted out on July 16, 2021.[11]

The Patrick Star Show
Da Patrick Star Show be a Gangsta animated comedy televizzle series pimped by Luke Brookshier, Marc Ceccarelli, Andrew Goodman, Kaz, Mista Muthafuckin Lawrence, n' Vincent Walla dat premiered on Nickelodeon on July 9, 2021.[1] It be a spinoff of SpunkBizzle SweatPants dat focuses on Patrick Star n' his crew hostin a rap show.

On August 10, 2020, dat shiznit was announced dat SpunkBizzle SweatPants would be receivin its second spinoff series, followin Kamp Koral: SpunkBizzlez Under Years, n' dat tha focuz of tha series would be on Patrick Star.[4] In March 2021, dat shiznit was announced dat Nickelodeon had ordered 13 episodes, wit tha series set ta release up in summer 2021.[2][5][6] On May 31, 2021, dat shiznit was announced dat tha series would premiere up in July 2021, n' tha straight-up original gangsta teaser traila fo' tha series was busted out.[7] On June 17, 2021, dat shiznit was announced dat tha series would premiere on July 9, 2021.[1]

Accordin ta showrunner Marc Ceccarelli, tha writaz of Da Patrick Star Show bent tha rulez of tha original gangsta SpunkBizzle universe ta allow fo' mo' creatizzle freedom. Ceccarelli explained: "We straight-up tried ta just do anythang we wanted... We mess wit canon [the original gangsta series' continuity] all muthafuckin day. It make me wanna hollar playa! I don't give a fuck if anybody knows dis yo, but our phat asses don't straight-up respect canon just fo' tha sake of itself."[8] Da writas also aimed ta "sideline" rap structures, which "frees [them] up ta be mo' surreal n' randomly bizarre wit tha kindz of thangs [they] put up there."[8]

On August 11, 2021, dat shiznit was announced dat Nickelodeon had ordered 13 additionizzle episodes fo' tha series, brangin tha series ta 26 produced episodes.[9]

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Teh Kasahgrawndayze
NOTES:
 * 1) Some parts from dis was inspired by ripped off from tha Bluey section of dis page. (So what tha fuck is tha real deal)
 * 2) All tha charactas dat was removed or replaced up in Bluey Blooweyi is ghon be main charactas here or on Clone High Oldschool High School AU UWU.

And now, onto tha thang you came for:
 * Da series is renamed ta "Teh Kasahgrawndayze".
 * Da Casagrande crew is now tha Kasahgrawndizzle crew, since thatz what tha fuck tha show is called now, nahmeean, biatch? In addition, tha Santiagos is now tha Sawnteagohze.
 * Da animation be a horribly executed blend of Da Nutshack, tha modern Arthur episodes n' post-season 2 Jizzy Test. There be also only one flash asset fo' each characta (BEFORE ANY OF YOU SAY ANYTHING, I KNOW FLASH SHUT DOWN SO ESS TEE EFF YOO)
 * Da charactas don't make any exaggerated expressions or blink, tha latta of which make dem come off as unintentionally unnerving.
 * Da lip sycin is inconsistent wit tha dialog mo' often than not. In certain episodes, tha charactas gonna git syncro-vox grills (think Clutch Cargo n' Da Annoyin Orange)
 * Da show is made up in Uptown Korea n' (in a gangbangin' fashizzle similar ta Squirrel n' Hedgehog) is pro-Uptown Korea propaganda. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat it make only occasionizzle mentionz of tha military n' be allowed ta air on overseas televizzle. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch.
 * It still airs on Nickelodeon yo, but only on weekendz at 5:00 AM, a time where its target crew (lil pimps and weird adults ) wouldn't even be awake fo' realz. Afta tha straight-up original gangsta airingz of "Fails from tha Crypt/Shiznitty Cluck", it gets shafted ta Nicktoons where it airs durin tha same exact timeslot as before.
 * It also airs on Korean Central Televizzle n' Comedy Central every last muthafuckin dizzle n' clogs up tha schedulez of both channels.
 * Da end credits move so fast ta tha point where you can't read anythang n' if you try ta anyway, you gonna git dizzy fo' realz. All tha text up in tha credits theyselves is replaced wit gibberish n' keysmashes.
 * Da cold lil' woo wop dat skits durin tha end credits be a Nightcore version of "Hoes Mad" by Hyped Dex, n' it stays as such fo' tha entire first season. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. In season 2, tha end credits cold lil' woo wop becomes "Miracles" by Insane Clown Posse (which you may know as tha "FUCKING MAGNETS, HOW DO THEY WORK?!" song)
 * At tha end of every last muthafuckin episode, tha Ear Booker Productions logo skits cuz seizures. To put tha icin on tha cake, afta dat logo, tha Lynch/Frost thangs logo plays, as itz another seizure inducin logo. What make it weird is dat dis show WASN'T made by Dizzy Lynch nor Mark Frost.
 * It wasn't made by Ear Booker either n' shit. I can't believe we forgot ta mention that.
 * In tha theme song, tha charactas ta Fortnite dances instead of they own original gangsta dances. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Speakin of which, tha theme cold lil' woo wop fo' season 1 be a kawaii future bass version of "Fuck Yo crazy-ass God" by Deicizzle (this is straight-up da most thugged-out shitty thang I've eva freestyled fo' any of these sections please forgive me RNW)
 * In season 2, tha theme cold lil' woo wop is tha "We Like Fortnite" cold lil' woo wop yo, but itz extended ta five minutes long. Durin tha theme song, tha charactas still do Fortnite dances.
 * In tha (upcoming) third season, tha theme cold lil' woo wop be a acid doggy den remix of "Wherez God?" by Insane Clown Posse. Before you ask, fo'sho, tha charactas do Fortnite dances ta dat shit.
 * Da entire thang of tha show is rushed n' tha playas hustlin on tha show don't even try ta hide dat shit.
 * Da budget be also straight-up low... so low dat all of tha audio is recorded rockin a webcam (yes, includin tha noize n' sound effects).
 * There is no characta pimpment. There is also no morals.
 * Actually, scratch that... tha morals (I guess, biatch? Da Loud Doggy Den wiki classifies dem as such so I be bout ta be callin dem dat fo' tha sake of makin comprehendin dis thang easier) is still present yo, but they is chizzled tha fuck into ones dat teach shitty lessons ta tha crew, like fuckin "Da complainer be always wrong" (YOU SAW THIS ONE COMING BE HONEST), "Everythang can be tha way you want all tha time" (Yo ass also saw dis one comin too, didn't yo slick ass?), "Thugs is betta than girls", "Yo ass must always chizzle yo ass up in order fo' playas ta like you", n' "DEAR LIBERAL SNOWFLAKES: IF SOCIALISM WORKS THEN WHY DOES IT HURT WHEN I PEE"
 * Each episode takes 4 minutes ta finish. Its runtime gets increased ta 10 minutes up in lata seasons.
 * There is no references ta Mexican culture.
 * All tha charactas swear constantly (which is straight-up straight-up fuckin funky as you can peep here)
 * Lincoln Loud appears up in every last muthafuckin episode gets even mo' screen time than any suckas (nothang against Lincoln, itz just dat dat schmoooove muthafucka has his own show so there be a no point of his ass appearin on dis one constantly)
 * Sergio is replaced by a generic thugged-out kitten characta named Fluffy whoz ass only exists ta push loot fo' tha show. Fluffy do not drop a rhyme Gangsta like Sergio do.
 * Lalo be also turned tha fuck into a yappy pomeranian whoz ass constantly bites tha other charactas up in all of his thugged-out appearances yo. He, like Sergio Fluffy, also only exists ta push merchandise.
 * Da charactas all live up in Pyongyang, Uptown Korea instead of Great Lakes City. Well shiiiit, it is lata on revealed up in one of tha episodes dat Sid n' her crew came ta Great Lakes City Pyongyang from Fucking, Austria, even though they aint gots Austrian accents, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. (Yes, I know tha hood of Fuckin chizzled its name yo, but I be still gonna call it Fuckin cuz itz funnier)
 * Since tha show takes place up in Uptown Korea now, Kim Jong-un make cameo appearances n' gets da most thugged-out screentime (aside from Lincoln of course)
 * There is also fuckin shitloadz of Uptown Korean propaganda postas n' flags on tha buildings n' walls.
 * Ronnie Anne has a giant Uptown Korean flag up in her room wit "WORKERS OF THE WORLD UNITE" freestyled on it on her wall, even though thatz a Soviet motto n' not a Uptown Korean one.
 * Laird n' Becky is rewritten so dat they have downright unhealthy obsessions wit one another (not up in a horny-ass way, though, since Becky is canonically a lesbian).
 * Laird also becomes a Kenny clone, meanin he always takes a thugged-out dirt nap whenever he make a appearance.
 * Becky be also a Redditor whoz ass swears all tha time n' constantly make jokes bout committin war crimes.
 * One characta (besides Laird) takes a thugged-out dirt nap a straight-up gory n' gruesome dirtnap up in each episode yo, but they is always brought back ta game immediately afterwardz as if not a god damn thang happened.
 * Whenever Adelaide shows up, Carl recites tha "AWOOGA! Hummina hummina hummina" copypasta, minus all tha horny-ass stuff. Yo ass know tha one.
 * Da Casagrande Apartment buildin is replaced wit tha ВИD mask. Well shiiiit, it has no windows n' tha gangstas often diss bout that.
 * Segments up in which tha charactas is live-action puppets greenscreened onto backgroundz show up in episodes at random intervals based off of tha events dat just took place. Basically, tha show drops some lyrics ta n' shows you what tha fuck you've already seen.
 * Each episode also gotz nuff at least one showtune-esque musical number dat is sung by tha charactas whoz ass rocked up in tha episode ta whichever character(s) tha episode happened ta focus on on, spittin some lyrics ta dem dat what tha fuck they've done either didn't turn up tha way they hoped or was just plain wack ta do, n' how tha fuck they can fix dat shit.
 * Ronnie Anne straightup sometimes leaves midway all up in episodes ta go back ta Royal Woods.
 * Da show relies on cutaway gags fo' comedy, like Family Guy.
 * Da background noize is either just generic Mariachi noize or generic Uptown Korean military music.
 * Bobby near-exclusively talks up in dated 80z slang no one eva cared for.
 * When he aint bustin lyrics like he from tha 80's, tha pimpin' muthafucka throwin around lame puns n' pop culture references.
 * Adelaidez personalitizzle is identical ta DW Read's. I aint elaboratin on this.
 * Da Casagrande Mercado is used mo' often as a joint fo' Satanic rituals, cult activitizzle n' worshizzle of Kim Jong-un than a actual store where playas loot thangs.
 * Da ice pop Ronnie Anne was smokin all up in tha end of "Da Loudest Mission: Relatizzle Chaos" is up in tha Casagrande familyz kitchen in all episodes n' it never seems ta melt. Plus, it slowly grows a gangbangin' finger-lickin' disturbin ahenobarbus henocied-esque grill as tha series progresses.
 * Camila is replaced wit Dr. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Phil.
 * Burger Blast is replaced wit a McDonaldz fo' realz. A disproportionate amount of each episode is dropped inside of it, regardless if it straight-up has anythang ta do wit tha deal or not. Therez so much thang placement fo' McDonaldz ta tha point where viewers will feel like they watchin one giant advertisement instead of a TV show.
 * Half of tha Season 1 episodes is rewritten n' turned tha fuck into direct ripoffz of Family Guy episodes, Da Loud Doggy Den episodes (lol) n' episodez of dis beauty.
 * Arturo never appears n' is rarely mentioned, if at all. "Operation Dad" instead centas round Ronnie Anne tryin ta git into whoz ass her daddy was cuz he mysteriously disappeared soon afta her birth, n' tha tone of it is way mo' darker n' straight-up than tha rest of tha show fo' realz. Afta its first airing, tha episode gets dissed ta hell n' back, wit viewers callin it a "ratings trap".
 * Vito make appearances as Ronnie Anne n' Bobbyz fosta daddy whoz ass fronts ta have known Arturo at some point yo, but always tries ta chizzle tha conversation whenever mah playas asks bout his muthafuckin ass.
 * Like up in Bluey Blooweyi, half of tha voices is vocoded.
 * Every two minutes, a scene is ghon be interrupted by dis straight-up sick n' crew-friendly vizzle. Da scene will pause n' go tha fuck into freeze frame mode, followed by tha linked vizzle bein horribly green-screened onto dat shit.
 * Jean-luc (from Bluey Blooweyi n' his crew is neighbours wit tha Kasahgrawndizzle crew.
 * Da show also has random earrape scenes up in it, typically at da most thugged-out shitty possible times (i.e. whenever tha charactas scream).
 * All of Carlz lines is at earrape-level volume, since dat schmoooove muthafucka has a straight-up raspy, high-pitched voice.
 * There is fuckin shitloadz of subliminal lyrics up in tha show ta tha point where itz distracting.
 * Before tha show starts, tha 1988 Photo Video logo hustlez fo' literally no reason.
 * Bobby be a alcatronic dat also be a thugged-out sticky-icky-icky deala n' shiznit yo. Dude also smokes chronic n' wears a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass hoodie wit a da sticky-icky-icky leaf on dat shit.
 * There be a shitload of unfunny jokes up in dis show, especially typical Reddit memes bout committin war crimes.
 * Halfway all up in tha straight-up original gangsta season without any sort of explanation, Stanleyz name is shortened ta "Stan", a gangbangin' finger-lickin' direct n' mad forced reference ta tha S&M cold lil' woo wop of tha same name cuz tha writas is fucked up n' insane.
 * Every 5-10 minutes, Carl n' Ronnie Anne yell up "Cyka blyat!".
 * Da show constantly goes on long hiatuses.
 * Give tha show 69 mazillion seasons.
 * Certain charactas like tha Nakamuras n' Yoon Kwan don't step tha fuck up until season 1,000,000.

How tha fuck ta fuck up tha episodes!

 * "Flee Market":
 * Include a scene up in tha beginnin where Ronnie Anne, CJ n' Carl blow up tha Mercado while Bobby is still up in dat shit.
 * Da pizzy ingredients on Bobbyz tux is all hyperrealistic n' expired. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da viewer can even physically smell tha stench all up in they screen. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Thatz how tha fuck realistic they are.
 * Loriz lines is all mad incomprehensible, similar ta Great Grandma from Rapsittie Street Kids: Believe up in Gangsta.
 * "Copy Can't":
 * In tha title card, Ronnie Anne is peeped flossin instead of dabbing.
 * Make it so Carlitos only copies Ronnie Anne when dat thugged-out biiiatch commits gruesome actz of terror, especially heresy. Well shiiiit, it is revealed at some point up in dis episode dat Ronnie Anne be a heretic.
 * Da episode endz wit Ronnie Anne n' Carlitos bein involved up in a heresy trial of which they is found not guilty, despite all of tha evidence pointin ta dem wild-ass muthafuckas.
 * Da scene wit Frida flossin is extended.
 * "Trend Game":
 * Da entire script fo' dis episode is littered wit trendy slang, lingo n' abbreviations dat is holla'd so much it will make tha viewerz head fuckin explode.
 * For dis episode only, "YMCA" by Da Village Muthafuckas skits durin tha transitions.
 * All of Beckyz lines is at earrape-level volume.
 * Laird takes a thugged-out dirt nap when he gets trampled by tha other hustlas yo, but still appears subsequently as if not a god damn thang happened.
 * Replace tha boiled peanuts wit raw sewage.
 * Da lemur shaves Sid’s entire head instead of just one side of dat shit.
 * Instead of dabbing, Sameer do tha renegade dizzle from TikTok.
 * At some point, Ronnie Anne n' her playaz gotz a TikTok ridin' dirty competition.
 * “Monsta Cash”:
 * Instead of searchin fo' El Cucuy, Carl n' tha gang go up searchin fo' tha Hormone Monsta from Big Mouth. (I holla'd da thug would replace El Cucuy, did I not?)
 * Ronnie Anne is mad outta characta up in dis episode. By this, I mean her ass is straight-up up in on tha search n' becomes way mo' gullible.
 * Replace tha jacked zoo tram wit a tiny wagon dat can only fit one person. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Instead of rollin it, Stanley drags it along tha sidewalk like a heathen.
 * Remove tha big-ass “Rosa is El Cucuy” reveal all up in tha end.
 * "Uptown Funk" aka tha dopest episode literally eva (besides Zoo-mergency lawl):
 * "Big And Chunky" by will.i.am skits durin tha scene where Adelaide forces Carl ta lick Froggy 2. Don't ask, it aint yo' place ta question dat shit.
 * Carl n' Adelaide’s crew roleplay is mo' realistic n' takes a thugged-out dark turn, wit Adelaide announcin ta mah playas on tha GLART dat dat biiiiatch wants ta divorce Carl.
 * Remove tha “Mommy is chillaxed from hustlin all up in tha supreme court!” line.
 * Stanleyz choo choo mix is revealed ta be loaded wit duplicatez of "Soul Train" by YBN Nahmir, includin dubstep remixes n' a nightcore version of holla'd song.
 * Adelaide don't accept Carlz apologizzle all up in tha near-end of tha episode.
 * "Bo Bo Business":
 * Remove tha dinosaur extinction gag.
 * Both of tha commercial jinglez is replaced wit entirely different, unrelated joints.
 * Da Hongz Korean Market jingle is replaced wit "Two Trucks" by Lemon Demon.
 * Da Mercado Song is replaced wit "Chop Suey!" by System of a Down.
 * Remove tha scene where Carl hugs tha rabbit.
 * "Blunder Party":
 * In one scene, Ronnie Anne n' her playaz learn how tha fuck ta make lean despite bein underage.
 * Replace tha K-Pop noize wit ding-a-ling beatz. Drop dis like itz hot! Yo ass know… ding-a-ling music!
 * As a result, "Adelaide biaaatch! It aint nuthin but K-Pop time!" becomes "Adelaide biaaatch! It aint nuthin but ding-a-ling noize time!" which soundz a shitload mo' wack when you say it up loud.
 * Replace tha Hector bust a funky-ass big-ass fart remix wit tha swear word remix from dat one SpunkBizzle vizzle. (Sin it wit me now! FUCKFUCKINDICKFUCKFUCK FUCKINSHIT FUCKFUCKINBIIIIIITCH—)

Everybody Poops
thumb|330x330px|none "All Y'all Poops" be a cold lil' woo wop by Randomese artist Busta Puppet. Da cold lil' woo wop was busted out as a single on February 15, 2009, a noize vizzle was busted out tha same day. It make me wanna hollar playa! Dat shiznit was produced by Jizzo Shaw n' freestyled by Busta Puppet. Da cold lil' woo wop found pimped out sucess, stayin on tha top of tha Random-nizz Hot 100 fo' a thugged-out decade, makin Busta billions.

Background
Durin tha rap battle wit Genius, Busta holla'd dat he recorded tha cold lil' woo wop sometime up in late 2008, da thug was up in tha basement fo' nearly 2 days; Shaw had already had completed tha instrumental yo, but Busta not a god damn thang ta rap about. That was, until Shaw holla'd "well why not rap suttin' mah playas can relate to?" That immediately hit Buster, multiple of his wild lil' playaz had just ate Taco Bell, n' when they gots home, mah playas had ta use tha toilet. "It just hit me, I have no clue why Taco Bell was tha straight-up original gangsta thang dat came up ta mah mind," say Busta n' shit.

Chart performizzle
"All Y'all Poops" debuted number 1 on tha Random-nizz Hot 100 chart n' stayed there fo' nearly 11 muthafuckin years fo' realz. At tha time, dis was a straight-up controversial moment, nuff accused Busta fo' buyin fake streams. Boy it's gettin hot, yes indeed it is. These was lata debunked afta tha Random-nizz Hot 100 managers proved dat all tha views was legit.

On April 23, 2020, a incredible achievement was made. For tha last time All Y'all Poops was beaten by another song: "Da Box" by Carl Wheezer, it still remains all up in tha top az of dis day.

By July 2021, tha songz popularitizzle started dyin down as tha success of other joints like "Kool as fuck Kool as fuck Joy Joy" from Ren & Stimpy n' "Chug Jug With You” By Leviathan fuckin started ta increase rapidly. This made Busta straight-up mad salty.

Some time up in July 2021, "All Y'all Poops" straight-up disappeared from tha Random-nizz Hot 100.

Lyrics
Well tha Pimp takes a poop, n' tha Prezzy too And tha fancy-pants banker up in his cold-ass three-piece suit Da big-ass fat general n' all of his cold-ass troops Da truth of tha matta is dat dem hoes poops. Da hyped dome surgeon has ta leave his fuckin lump And tha high-priced model has ta stop fo' a thugged-out dump A can tha size of Canada can't spray away tha real deal Even if they don't admit it, dem hoes poops.

All Y'all poops, (All Y'all poops) All Y'all poops, (Poopa poopy doo) Sure thangs number mo' than two Death n' taxes n' dat dem hoes poops

Some minutes itz easy as fuck, other minutes itz hard But if yo' systemz working, fuck yo' dirty stars No Muthafucka talks bout it, not a word is holla'd But if you not poopin', then it means you prob'ly dead as fuckin fried chicken Da destitute n' homeless gotta do it, itz true But even all tha wealthy playas gotta make due (doo) And if you live long enough, itz happenin' ta yo thugged-out ass Sooner or later, dem hoes poops!

All Y'all poops, (All Y'all poops) All Y'all poops, (Poopa poopy doo) Sure thangs number mo' than two Death n' taxes n' dat dem hoes poops. Death n' taxes n' dat dem hoes poops. Death n' taxes n' dat dem hoes poops. All Y'all poops!

Other
On February 6, 2020, Busta Puppet had a rap battle wit Genius explainin tha meanin n' some facts bout tha song. Well shiiiit, it has since become one of da most thugged-out trippy vizzlez on tha channel, n' has gained over 50 mazillion views.

Trivia

 * This song, as well as Busta Puppet rocked up in at least two Pooh Goes Poop pornos n' Crossover: Da Porno.
 * If 2,000 playas or Busta Puppets rap it all up in tha same time, tha ghetto will end yo, but it ain't no stoppin cause I be still poppin'. Peep Pokeballuser890z page 2012 be a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shitty-ass year. ta git a laugh again.
 * It be Guidoz straight-up cold lil' woo wop (if you was on RNW fo' long enough, you'd know why. We not brangin tha page back either).
 * Cuz of tha joints dyin popularity, dat shiznit was able ta cook up a funky-ass big-ass drop from #3 ta #11 on tha Random-nizz Hot 100 up in a single day.

Buster Puppet
Busta Puppet, also known as Busta tha Puppet, be a sockpuppet n' major celebritizzle up in tha Random Region.

On listz of hyped musical muthafuckas, hyped puppets, n' hyped playas up in general, Busta is probably listed among them yo. Dude is known pretty much only fo' his hit single "All Y'all Poops", which is often cited as da most thugged-out iconic piece of scatological noize of all time. Da cold lil' woo wop was busted out up in 2009 n' was stuck all up in tha straight-up top of tha Random-nizz Hot 100 fo' a straight-up long time, probably bout ten years, n' its downfall is one of da most thugged-out well-known n' talked-about events up in recent Random Region history.

Early game
Not much is known bout Busterz childhood. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat da perved-out muthafucka stated up in a rap battle dat da thug started doin thangs n' raised up in Random City, tha capital of Random Region.

Busta was cribschooled up until tha third grade. Busta attended Random-nizz School n' graduated sometime up in tha early 2000s. Durin tha time da thug was at school, memes was startin ta take over tha internet, n' his wild lil' playaz was constantly showin his ass thangs like fuckin trollface n' Doge. This may have inspired his crazy-ass musical style.

2007-2008: Beginnings
Busta started up as a gangmember of tha puppet comedy crew Rogue Puppets, which turned up ta be a straight-up unsuccessful venture. Busta tried ta run fo' prez of tha United Hoods up in late 2007 yo, but his campaign gained lil steam as da thug was mo' or less straight-up unknown at dis point, though all dem playas did bust his ass scrilla accordin ta his muthafuckin ass yo. Dude dropped outta tha race up in March 2008 n' announced dat da thug would spend his supporters' ballistical donations on brew instead. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Well shiiiit, it is thought dat Rogue Puppets disbanded afta 2008, leavin Busta unemployed fo' a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass short time.

2009: All Y'all Poops
It be unknown when Busta decided ta pursue a musical game or what tha fuck motivated his ass ta do so. Well shiiiit, it is however known dat on, Busterz breakall up in cold lil' woo wop "All Y'all Poops" was busted out by Audionautix along wit a noize vizzle. Well shiiiit, it found pimped out success n' critical acclaim; it made Busta a straight-up hyped puppet n' banged up his ass nuff lucratizzle brand deals over tha years. Da cold lil' woo wop quickly made its way ta tha number 1 spot on tha Random-nizz Hot 100 n' stayed there fo' nuff of tha muthafuckin years dat followed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Busta is thought ta have purchased nuff muthafuckin vacation cribs up in tha Random Region durin dis time.

2020-present: Downfall
"All Y'all Poops" was eventually dethroned by Carl Wheezerz cover of "Da Box" by Roddy Ricch, which became number 1 on tha Hot 100 on, shortly afta Mista Muthafuckin Wheezerz tragic dirtnap. Busterz hit was now stuck at number 2. Well shiiiit, it is thought dat Busta n' Carl had a mutual respect fo' one another, so it aint known precisely how tha fuck dis moment affected Busta wackly.

On, "All Y'all Poops" fell ta number 3 as "Drip From My fuckin Walk" by Hyped Dex took tha number 2 spot. This is known ta have made Busta like mad salty, which he expressed up in a rap battle. Busta clearly did not respect Mista Muthafuckin Dexz songcraft n' saw his own work as superior.

Da tides continued ta chizzle fo' Busta over a month later n' shit. In tha afternoon of, Rick Astleyz timeless funky-ass "Never Gonna Give Yo ass Up" took tha number 3 spot from "All Y'all Poops". Busterz cold lil' woo wop only continued ta fall as tha sudden inexplicable boom up in tha popularitizzle of Ren n' Stimpy along wit joints from Macyz Parade Mysteries n' Da Strange Chores pushed "All Y'all Poops" down even further n' shit. By tha end of tha day, "All Y'all Poops" was number 11.

Busta went on a now-inhyped Twizzle rant on, where tha pimpin' muthafucka holla'd all up in tha Randomese playas dat they would all take a thugged-out dirtnap ridin' solo. Because of this, several brandz cut tizzles wit him. "All Y'all Poops" was then removed from charts cuz of his behavior n' was replaced by "Montero" by Lil Nas X. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Some commentators have speculated dat dis may be tha end of Busterz game, n' da thug will go down as a funky-ass bitterly despised has-been whoz ass lost it all. But so far, Busterz future is unknown fo' now, nahmeean?

Busta be also sposed ta fuckin step tha fuck up on Carl Wheezerz 2nd mixtape, which is ghon be busted out sometime lata dis year.

Personal game
Busta has lived all round Random Region all up in his wild lil' freakadelic game yo. Dude lived up in a Dinkleburg mansion fo' on some year until movin ta Game Hood n'  stayin there fo' bout 3 years. Busta stated on Twitta da thug was movin tha fuck into a mazillion dollar mansion up in Amorgos.

Film n' TV appearances

 * Busta controlled tha pace hoopty fo' tha 2010 Fried Chicken 500 up in RARCAR.
 * Busta rocked up as a cold-ass lil cameo up in Crossover: Da Porno.

Zoo-mergency!
[A Twelve is Midnight noize vizzle is on] Twelve is Midnight: "♫Time up in mah hood, looking... Just lookin up fo' some snacks Then I knew I didn't recognize anything And thatz when I thought. Oh snap, oh snap...♫" [Zoom up ta reveal Sid n' tha pets is watching] Sid: "And five, six, seven, eight!" ''[They follow tha choreography fo' realz. Adelaide bigs up they moves on tha couch; Mista Muthafuckin Chang is cookin dumplings ta tha beat.]'' "Come on, Cam! Straight-Up wiggle dat tail!" [Cam dances] "Told you muthafuckas no one can resist Twelve is Midnight." [Stanley continues ridin' dirty, when tha timer goes off] Stanley: "Pizzy bao is done biaaatch! Wha-what!" [Grabs tha steamer pots off tha stove] "Make way fo' tha Chang special. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack fo' realz. A delicate bun filled wit melty cheese, pepperoni, n' a secret sauce handed down all up in generationz of Changs. It aint nuthin but a slick fusion of eastside n' westside." [To his nǚ'érmen ] "Just like you girls!" Sid: [Laughs] "Yo ass say dat every last muthafuckin time you make these." Stanley: "And it never gets old." ''[Stanley goes ta tha table, mah playas takes a seat, smells, n' sighs. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Stanley grabs his chopsticks n' starts tossin tha bao ta everyone]'' "Hot cheese comin' all up in cause I gots dem finger-lickin' chickens wit tha siz-auce. This aint a thugged-out drill." ''[Da egret chicks 'Yoon' n' 'Kwan' each catch one up in they grills. Cam tha chameleon snake smokes several. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack fo' realz. Adelaide also catches one up in her grill, n' another up in her hand]'' Adelaide: "Dadz bao is tha best, Marcel." ''[Gives her other one ta tha marmoset on her head. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Marcel enjoys. Nico tha monkey is prepared ta catch his yo, but it disappears right up in front of him, Cam revisiblizes his dirty ass havin jacked Nicoz bao. Nico beats his chest mad salty, n' gets a funky-ass bao thrown tha fuck into his crazy-ass grill, knockin his ass over n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Suddenly, Becca returns home]'' Becca: [Noticeably bummed out] "I be back." Stanley: "Yea muthafucka, honey." [Runs up ta her wit a funky-ass bao] "These is mah dopest pizzy bao yet. Next stop yo' grill. Chugga-chugga-chew-chew." [Feedz tha bao ta his qīzi, whoz ass suddenly bursts tha fuck into tears] "I be sorry as a muthafucka was tha cheese too hot?" Becca: "No. It aint nuthin but not that." [Continues crying] Stanley: "Too much sauce, biatch? Too lil sauce?" ''[Becca keeps bustin up like a biatch n' runs ta tha table. In despair]'' "Whatz wack wit tha sauce?!" Becca: "It aint nuthin but not tha sauce. Da zoo is closing!" ''[Becca keeps crying. Everyone all up in tha table gasps]'' "It aint nuthin but been losin scrilla fo' muthafuckin years n' we can't afford ta stay open any longer n' shit. We closin next week." Sid: "What?" Adelaide: "No!" Stanley: [Missin tha gravitizzle of tha thang] "Phew! So, just ta clarify, tha bao be all gravy?" [Sees mah playas givin his ass dirty looks] "I mean, thatz shitty news." Sid: "What bout tha muthafuckas?" Becca: "They're gonna be sold ta a funky-ass bunch of different zoos." [Marcel whimpers ta Adelaide] Adelaide: "But Marcel has twenty siblings. Will they be able ta stay together?" Becca: "We bout ta try yo, but there be a no guarantee, dopeie. I be sorry, Marcel." [Marcel is sad] Adelaide: [Starts tearin up] "I see." [Bitch n' Marcel leave tha table n' git all up in tha armoire] "If mah playas needz me, I be bout ta be up in mah bustin up like a biatch cabinet." [Bitch n' Marcel enter, n' start crying] Sid: "This can't be happening!" Becca: "I know. I wit there was suttin' we could do." ''[Stanley thinks, as do Yoon, Kwan, n' Cam. Nico be also thinking, n' notices Stanleyz wallet up in his thugged-out lil' pocket. Nico grabs it n' waves it around]'' Sid: "Nico, thatz dat shiznit son! Yo ass smart-ass ! What if we could raise enough scrilla ta keep tha zoo open?" [Yoon, Kwan, n' Cam like tha idea] Becca: "We'd gotta raise thousandz up in a week." ''[Yoon, Kwan, n' Cam sigh. Nico grabs his briefcase n' fedora n' strutts ta tha door]'' Sid: [Runs up ta Nico] "Don't give up yet, Nico." [Grabs his briefcase, which is full of bananas] "We gotta at least try ta save tha zoo. Us playas just need ta git mo' playas ta come, right?" [Thinks bout it] "Oh! I just gots n' idea! Oh! And then another one biaaatch! And then five more!" [Squeals happily] Stanley: "Okay, aiiight dawwwwg! Da Changs is gonna save tha zoo. But first, pizzy bao!" ''[Takes Sid back ta tha table. Nico returns fo' tha bao fo' realz. Adelaide n' Marcel is still sobbing, so Stanley puts they bao outside tha cabinet fo' dem n' knocks fo' realz. Adelaide takes tha bao n' they resume sobbing]''

[At tha Great Lakes Citizzle Zoo, Sid n' Becca is strutting] Sid: "My fuckin first scam ta brang playas back ta tha zoo is... make tha dinin scene mo' interesting." Becca: "Thatz a pimped out idea, Sid. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Oh. Maybe we can do a themed dizzle like Flamingo Fridays." Sid: "Uh... I was thankin suttin' mo' interactive.

[At tha dingin area, tha monkeys is all holdin trays on cupcakes n' is dressed as waiters] Sid: "Ta-da! Muthafuckas come ta peep tha muthafuckas. Now they can peep dem while they smokin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Double animal experience. Plus, look how tha fuck thugged-out they look." [Claps her hands] "Alright, places everyone. Da guests is arriving. Letz save dis zoo." ''[Da monkeys git moving. Muthafuckas gather all up in tha tables, n' be thinkin tha monkeys is straight-up cute]'' Zoo Patron: "I just wanna take you home." Miranda: "Look at they lil bowties." Laird: "Monkey waiters muthafucka! It aint nuthin but all mah childhood trips come true." Becca: "Dope thinking, dopeie fo' realz. And how tha fuck did you train tha monkeys ta serve chicken?" Sid: "How tha fuck did I what tha fuck now?" ''[One of tha monkeys stuffs his wild lil' fuckin entire tray tha fuck into his wild lil' grill n' smokes all tha cupcakes on dat shit. Da monkey then sees Nicoz tray n' tries ta take dat shit. Da two start playin tug of war over tha tray, which tha straight-up original gangsta monkey wins. Nico jumps on tha monkey n' they start fightin fo' realz. A cupcake hits another monkey. Da other two monkeys is interested n' start throwin cupcakes everywhere, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Soon all tha monkeys start throwin cupcakes. Becca n' Sid duck, n' Stanley gets splattered all over n' shit. Nico pulls tha cherry off a cold-ass lil cupcake n' throws it like a grenade. Da monkeys dive yo, but all tha playas git covered up in frosting. They all leave]'' Zoo Patrons: "I want a refund hommie! I be spittin some lyrics ta mah mom!" Miranda: "My fuckin hair!" Sid: "Wait son! Come back!" Becca: [Cleans tha frostin off her face] "Well, dat shiznit was a sick try, Sid. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! But maybe we should keep tha chicken n' tha muthafuckas separate from now on." Sid: "Absolutely. Ooh, freshly smoked up idea!" [Speed dials one of mah thugs] "But I'ma gotta call some playaz ta help." [Suddenly, they smoke up tha monkeys aint finished they chicken fight yet] "Letz git outta here." [They run]

''[Meanwhile, all up in tha marmoset habitat, Adelaide is ridin wit Marcel n' his crew. Marcel whimpers ta Adelaide]'' Adelaide: "I don't give a fuck, Marcel. Therez no way we goin ta raise all tha scrilla we need up in a week. I couldn't even count dat high up in a week." [Marcel continues whimpering] "Yo ass is right. We've gotta git you muthafuckas outta here before they break up yo' crew. But we'll gotta git past Pizzle tha securitizzle guard." [They peep Paul, ridin his SEGWAY] Paul: [Into his struttie talkie] "Da monkeys is outta control, you muthafuckas muthafucka! They're throwin' baked goods!" [Gets a cold-ass lil cupcake up in tha face] "Oh, I be hit son! Goin' down! Fuck dat shit, no, no, no, no, no, no!" ''[Crashes. Nico n' tha monkeys joyride tha SEGWAY]''

[Sid is now showin her fùm�" her next idea] Sid: "My fuckin next scam is shizzle ta brang mo' playas ta tha zoo. Da ghettoz first animal skatepark. Ta-da." [Sid has straight-up put a skatepark up in tha zoo. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Some muthafuckas know mo' bout skateboardin than others. Bitsy skates by tha Changs, a lil straight-up trippin bout it, wit Nikki pimpin her] Nikki: "Yo ass is gettin it, girl." Stanley: "So thatz what tha fuck you needed tha spare tram tires for." [Cam starts on tha halfpipe, n' is straight-up phat at skating. Da crowd cheers. Ronnie Anne skates up ta Sid] Ronnie Anne: "Sid, dis is pimped out." Sid: "Skatin and muthafuckas muthafucka! Whatz not ta love?" [Ronnie Anne skates on, n' Sid grabs another helmet n' board] "Git up there, Dad!" ''[Sid throws tha helmet on Stanleyz head n' tha skateboard under his Nikes. Then she pushes Stanley forward. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Unfortunately, Stanley don't give a fuck how tha fuck ta skate, n' is straight-up trippin like a muthafucka. Priscilla is havin shiznit balancin n' Stanley crashes tha fuck into her, n' Sameer as he is just skatin past fo' realz. A llama is just chillin down, pushin itz skateboard wit one foot, Stanley, Sameer, n' Priscilla skate right up itz neck like a ramp. They go up tha halfpipe n' end up takin Cam wit dem wild-ass muthafuckas. Back on tha base of tha halfpipe, Bitsy is startin ta git her balance. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sameer n' Priscilla land on top of tha halfpipe, But Stanley n' Cam ride down it, Stanley sees where dat schmoooove muthafucka headed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dude n' Cam crash right tha fuck into Bitsyz behind, n' da hoe blasts wata outta her nose, soakin everyone. Da crowd is disgusted n' leaves. Becca n' Sid run up behind Bitsy]'' Becca: "Stanley, is you aiiight?" Stanley: [Traumatized] "I be aiiight, please git me off." [Becca n' Sid try ta pull Stanley outta Bitsyz behind] Sid: "Dat punk stuck." Becca: [To Bitsy] "Relax fo' me, girl." ''[They manage ta git Stanley n' Cam off Bitsy. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sameer rides Priscilla down tha halfpipe]'' Stanley [Shaking] "I be scarred fo' game." Sid: "Okay, so there be some kinks ta work out. Next time we can..." Becca: "Uh, maybe we could try suttin' a lil mo' traditionizzle dis time." Sid: "I hear yo' concerns, Mom. I know just tha thang." [Laughs maniacally n' takes off] Stanley: "Well it can't be crazier than a animal skatepark. Right, biatch? Please." [Even Beccaz not shizzle what tha fuck ta think]

''[Meanwhile, back all up in tha marmoset habitat, Adelaide strutts along, wit a pointa stick, n' blows a whistle. Da rest of Marcelz crew falls tha fuck into line]'' Adelaide: "Okay, listen up, everyone. I gots a plan dat will git you all outta here without mah playas noticing." [Shows a gangbangin' finger-lickin' diagram] "We bout ta tunnel our way out. Da 'X' is tha pizzy shop on Fulton Street. Yo ass can gotz a snack there n' wait fo' mah dirty ass." [Starts handin up spoons] "Martine, Madeline, Mason, Monique, Marquise, you on diggin duty. Macey, Michelle, Marielle, Maurice, you muthafuckas is on lookout duty." ''[Macey, Michelle, Marielle, Maurice all salute fo' realz. Adelaide hears snorin from above, her big-ass booty sees tha last marmoset asleep right above them]'' "Uncle Monty, you keep bustin you, biatch." [Monty keeps chillin, until he falls ta tha ground]

[Sid is now showin Becca a mo' traditionizzle idea] Sid: "Ta-da! I hit you wit a straight-up traditionizzle animal fair." [Sid has arranged a animal fair, there be nuff people] Becca: "This looks pimped out, Sid." Sid: "Right, biatch? And ta give it a real zoo twist, I juiced it up a lil more..." Becca: [Seein where dis is going] "Interactive?" Sid: "..interactive!" [Realizes] "Woah! Do our crazy asses have mother-daughta ESP?" [Takes her m�"qīn ta peep every last muthafuckin thang. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Startin wit a hair-stylin booth where CJ n' Carlota is prepared ta treat Miranda] "Here, playas can git they afro styled ta be lookin like they straight-up animal." [CJ n' Carlota make Mirandaz afro be lookin like a peacock. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch likes it] Miranda: [Gasps] "Wow." Sid: "Yo ass know, like balloon muthafuckas. Except it lasts way longer." [Just then, Sergio flies up n' starts hittin on Mirandaz hair] Sergio: "Oh, hey, dope naaahhmean, biatch? Haven't peeped you here before." [Therez a mad salty squawkin offscreen. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. A rather jealous Priscilla is chargin at them] "Uh-oh!" [Flies fo' it, followed by Miranda] "Priscilla, she just a gangbangin' playa!" [Sid takes Becca elsewhere] Sid: "Over here our crazy asses have animal art." [At tha moment, Bitsy is bustin a portrait of Vito. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch is pleased wit it n' shows it ta him] Vito: "Yo, mah ears aren't dat big, Bitsy. I demand a re-do n' a refund." [Bitsy feels insulted n' throws a funky-ass bucket of paint at Vito] "This is what tha fuck I git fo' supportin tha arts?" [Bitsy turns her trunk up n' strutts away] Sid: "Come on, Bitsy. Don't be a gangbangin' finger-lickin' diva." [Suddenly, a microphone starts offscreen] "Ooh, itz starting!" [Grabs tha straight-up straight-up trippin Becca] "Letz go!" Ronnie Anne: [Into tha mic] "And now, animal open mic. Letz hear it fo' Tilly tha cockatiel." Becca: [Can't believe it] "Animal open mic?" [Da egret chicks Yoon n' Kwan brang Tillyz perch out. Tilly sits, clears her throat, gargles, n' starts screechin tha fuck into tha mic. Everyone covers they ears, even Sid] Sergio: [Actually likin it] "Oh yeah! This is mah jam." Becca: "Sid, I don't be thinkin dis is working." Zoo Patron: "My fuckin ears can't take it no mo'." [Everyone starts hustlin up in circlez n' yelling. Pizzle rolls up n' blows his whistle] Paul: "Everyone, remain calm! Just like these laid back marmosets." [Pizzle is referrin ta what tha fuck is straight-up some cardboard cutoutz of tha marmosets fo' realz. Adelaide peeks up from tha bushes inside tha habitat] Adelaide: "They're fallin fo' dat shit." [Returns ta tha marmosets, whoz ass start digging. Meanwhile, mah playas is still yelling, which causes Paulz SEGWAY ta spin outta control]

[Later, Sid, Becca n' Stanley is cleanin up tha mess] Sid: "Don't worry, Mom. My fuckin next scam is tha dopest one yet. It aint nuthin but a K-Pop animal dizzle party. Everyone loves ridin' dirty muthafuckas fo' realz. And besides, no muthafucka can resist K-Pop." Becca: "Sid, we only gotz a thugged-out dizzle left ta raise tha scrilla. Maybe we should try suttin' simple." Stanley: [Still traumatized] "Maybe suttin' dat don't make mah game flash before mah eyes." Becca: [Gets a idea] "What on some cold-ass lil charitizzle gala, biatch? We bout ta invite some blingin playas n' they'll donate scrilla." Sid: "Sure, I can help! If you still want mah help." Becca: "Of course." Stanley: "We not trippin like a muthafucka." [They both nervously laugh] Sid: "Great son! I'ma be all kindsa helpful." ''[Maniacally laughs again n' again n' again n' takes off. Becca n' Stanley is scared]''

''[It aint nuthin but time fo' tha 'Save tha Zoo' gala. Plenty of folks is all up in tha zoo. Many of dem ridin' dirty up in front of tha cafe while Carl DJs. Includin Sergio, whoz bustin a funky-ass bird tuxedo, n' his fuckin lil' date, Priscilla, whoz bustin a chronic dress n' pearls]'' Sergio: "See, biatch? I take you on sick dates." ''[Dips Priscilla. Ronnie Anne n' Sid strutt by tha DJ booth]'' Ronnie Anne: "Sid, dis jam is phat. Yo ass is definitely gonna save tha zoo." Sid: "I hope so. This is our last chizzle ta raise tha scrilla." Carl: "Thatz where I come in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I know how tha fuck ta git playas ta drop dat chedda!" ''[Blasts airhorn soundz from tha speakers. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So loudly it blows tha hoes away. Everyone covers they ears, n' tha vibrations cause chedda ta fall right outta they pockets, much ta they mad drama. Meanwhile, Rosa n' Hector approach Becca]'' Rosa: "Mrs. Chang, fuck you fo' invitin us." Becca: "Of course, Rosa, n' any scrilla you can give ta tha zoo would be pimped outly appreciated." [Gestures ta tha giraffe-shaped meter] "We all up in tha Adamz apple yo, but we need tha whole neck." ''[Rosa clears her throat fo' realz. And Hector knows where dis is going]'' Hector: "Oh, um. I left mah wallet at home." [Stanley drives tha zoo tram up, wit Breakfast Bot] Stanley: "Did we mention dat wit every last muthafuckin donation you git a thugged-out delicious pizzy bao, biatch? Made by yours truly n' steamed by Breakfast Bot." Breakfast Bot: "Order up." [Hector likes what tha fuck da perved-out muthafucka sees n' reaches tha fuck into his back pocket] Hector: "Yo, look! I found mah wallet." ''[Hector cook up a thugged-out donation n' tha meta goes up one unit, Becca is pleased by all dis bullshit yo. Hector smokes a entire pot load of Bao n' loves it]'' "Hit me again!" [Makes another donation n' tha meta goes up another unit] Rosa: [Kind of amazed] "Fuck dat shit, he might save tha zoo on his own." ''[Hector continues smokin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Meanwhile Sid strutts up ta Becca]'' Sid: "Yo, Mom. I be locked n loaded ta help. I still be thinkin a lil K-Pop could spice dis jam up." Becca: [Laughs nervously] "Actually, I have another thang you'd be straight-up pimped out at." ''[Takes Sid ta tha thang. To Hector n' Breakfast Bot]'' "Have fun, you two." Hector: [Gives a thumbs up] "Oh, we will." [Hector don't even notice tha annoyed look from his wild lil' fuckin esposa]

[Becca takes Sid outside tha zoo gates] Becca: "When tha guests arrive, just welcome dem ta tha zoo." Sid: "Mom, aren't I a lil overqualified fo' that?" Becca: "Yes yo, but you have such a thugged-out dope n' welcomin face!" Sid: [Flattered] "I do?" [Smilez like a wild-ass person, complete wit a eye twitch] Becca: "Thanks, dopeie. I'ma go schmooze wit potential donors." ''[Becca goes back inside. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sid starts greetin tha playa all up in tha gate]'' Sid: "Yo muthafucka, welcome ta tha Great Lakes Citizzle Zoo. Or as tha hippopotami greet each other..." ''[Starts wavin her handz up in front of her muthafuckin ass like a hippoz grill n' roars all up in tha man. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. And inadvertently chases his ass away. Two mo' dem hoes arrive]'' "Welcome." ''[Starts chasin them, like a muthafucka. Meanwhile, Becca is schmoozin wit donors]'' Becca: "Yes, our zoo houses mo' than a thousand muthafuckas. Our thugged-out asses have giraffes, cheetahs, at least five mazillion ants, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Not ta mention all our-" [Hears Sid screechin like a monkey] "-monkeys muthafucka! Would you excuse me, please?" [Goes ta check on Sid] Guest: "Fuck dis shiznit son! five mazillion ants!" [Sid is standin on a muthafuckas shouldaz n' still playin monkey] Becca: [Takes Sid off tha man] "Yo ass know what, honey, biatch? I be thinkin I have another thang fo' you, biatch." Sid: "Really, biatch? 'Cause I be cappin' it over here." Becca: [Ushers Sid inside] "It aint nuthin but phat ta go up on a high note." [To tha man] "So sorry bout dat bullshit."

[Meanwhile all up in tha marmoset habitat] Adelaide: "Tonightz tha night, Marcel fo' realz. Is tha decoys all set up?" ''[Marcel confirms n' point over ta dem wild-ass muthafuckas. One of which falls over]'' "Then letz break free." [Takes a grass colored towel off tha tunnel opening] "Come on Mason, Madeline, Macey, Martin, Monique, Marquise, Marcel. Come on, Uncle Monty." [Grabs Monty n' jumps tha fuck into tha hole wit tha rest of tha marmosets, coverin tha openin on they way out]

''[Meanwhile, Breakfast Bot is wrappin up another bao order fo' a biatch. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. When Becca brangs Sid up]'' Becca: [To Stanley] "Honey, didn't you say you needed Sidz help handin up Bao?" Stanley: "I did?" [Becca winks at him, wit a straight-up expression] "I mean, I did!" Breakfast Bot: "Great. I aint had a funky-ass break all night." [Gives Sid tha bao n' leaves] Stanley: "All aboard tha dumplin train!" Sid: "Yo ass know, Dad, I be thinkin I know a even fasta way ta serve." ''[Whistles, n' Bitsy arrives. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sid holdz up tha bao, which Bitsy sucks up in her trunk n' starts firin at everyone. Knockin mah playas over n' shit. Except Laird, whoz ass catches it up in his crazy-ass grill]'' Laird: [Eats] "Oh, delicious fo' realz. And painful." [Sid be bout ta reload Bitsy, until Becca grabs tha bao] Becca: "Yo ass know what, Sid, biatch? I be thinkin yo' daddy n' breakfast Bot have gots dis covered." Sid: [Goes wit Becca] "Well, aiiight." Breakfast Bot: [With a newspaper n' a cold-ass lil coffee] "That was not a sufficient break." [Hears something] "Do I hear whistling?"

''[Right below his wheel, Adelaide n' tha marmosets is goin all up in they tunnel, when suddenly a big-ass wooden post blocks they way. Topside, Pizzle is hammerin a sign fo' tha gala tha fuck into tha ground]'' Adelaide: "Well, I don't be thinkin I can fit past all dis bullshit. But you muthafuckas should be able to. Go on ahead." ''[Most of tha marmosets manage ta fit tha space round tha post. But Uncle Montyz not so sure]'' "Aw, here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. I be bout ta help you, biatch." [Bitch tries ta squeeze Uncle Monty all up in yo, but can't] "Dude just won't fit. Okay, you muthafuckas keep going." [Da other marmosets agree] "Plan B, Uncle Monty." [They go back]

[Back all up in tha meter, another biatch donates] Becca: "Nuff props all muthafuckin day." [Da biatch strutts away n' Stanley drives up] "Look, Stanley. We all up in tha tongue." [They is so close ta gettin tha scrilla they need] Stanley: "Chugga-chugga whoo-hoo!" [Looks around] "Wherez Sid?" Becca: "I busted her ta git some ice." [Sighs] "I don't give a fuck bout ta say it yo, but itz tha only thang I could be thinkin of dat dat biiiiatch wouldn't twist tha fuck into suttin' so... Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sid." [Takes her homeboyz hand] "Oh, Stanley. I know she just wants ta help yo, but a shitload of her scams is a lil... zany. I mean, animal haircuts?" Stanley: "Yo ass is spittin some lyrics ta me biaaatch! Thanks ta Sid I was stuck up in a elephantz butt." Sid: [Offscreen, upset] "Well quit freakin' tha fuck out." ''[Becca n' Stanley look n' peep Sid has returned. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! With ice buckets up in her hands, n' tears up in her eyes]'' "Yo ass won't git stuck up in a elephantz booty again, cuz I be done helping." [Drops tha ice n' runs away] Becca: "Sid hommie! Wait!" [Bitch n' Stanley go afta her yo, but is cut off] Sergio & Various Others: "♫Conga, conga, conga. Conga, conga, conga. Conga, conga...♫"

[Adelaide n' Monty leave tha hole] Adelaide: "Okay, Uncle Monty yo. Herez tha plan. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. We bout ta git all up in tha control booth, open tha eastside gate, n' sneak you up while everyonez distracted all up in tha party." [Monty agrees] "Letz do this." [Bitch grabs Monty n' they sneak outta tha habitat yo, but git seen] Paul: "Yo dawwwwg! Where do you be thinkin you goin wit dat marmoset?" ''[Adelaide screams n' cook up a run fo' dat shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch hides behind tha securitizzle booth. Pizzle don't peep her n' continues on. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. Adelaide looks round n' sneaks inside tha booth. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch looks round n' sees a giant red button bearin tha letta 'E']'' Adelaide: "Hm, dat must be 'E' fo' 'Eastside gate'." [Presses it, n' a alarm goes off] Intercom: "Openin all enclosures." ''[Adelaide don't like tha sound of dis shit. Da cheetah pit door opens. followed by tha monkey cage. Da monkeyz leave n' start comin' at everyone]'' Guest: "Da monkeyz is loose!" [Even tha aquarium door opens n' a gangbangin' fish flops out] Adelaide: [Realizin what tha fuck she just did] "Uh-oh." [Backs outta tha booth, awkwardly laughing]

''[Back all up in tha meter, Stanley is comfortin Becca, whoz ass feels wack fo' what tha fuck her dope ass did ta Sid. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Suddenly dat schmoooove muthafucka hears a thumping, n' notices tha wata up in tha glass dat schmoooove muthafucka holdin is bobbin]'' Stanley: "Huh, biatch? What tha heck?" [Therez mo' rumbling, n' mah playas realizes tha muthafuckas is loose] "Oh, no! Da muthafuckas have gotten out." [Two raccoons start smokin tha bao] Hector: [Hector] "Save tha bao!" [Jumps on tha pots n' starts devourin tha bao] Becca: "It aint nuthin but all gravy. We can git tha muthafuckas back up in they enclosures. Us playas just gotta keep dem calm." [Unfortunately fo' her, Carl aint payin attention] Carl: "Throw yo' paws up in tha air like you just couldn't give a fuckin shit." ''[Starts blarin tha beatz, which sendz a monkey flyin off tha speaker n' shit. Da monkey landz on a snake, which bites Bitsyz leg, she goes wild. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Finally noticing]'' "Woah." ''[Da noize is makin tha muthafuckas battle everyone. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Suddenly all tha muthafuckas stampede outta tha zoo]'' Paul: "Oh, come on! Don't muthafuckin bounce. Don't make me blow mah whistle." [Sees another set of muthafuckas approachin him] "Oh, not tha five mazillion ants!" [Da ants abduct Pizzle n' carry his ass away] Becca & Stanley: [Chasin afta them] "Wait son! Come back!" [Adelaide sees this, n' on tha fuckin' down-lowly tip-toes outta tha zoo wit Monty]

[Back all up in tha crib, Sid is layin upside down on tha couch wit a pillow over her grill watchin a Twelve is Midnight noize vizzle wit Adelaidez actual pet] Sid: "Hm, I aint dat zany fo' realz. Am I, Froggy 2?" [Froggy 2 ribbits] "Quit changin tha subject." [Suddenly, her noize vizzle is interrupted] Female Reporter: "We interrupt dis program ta brang you a special shizzle bulletin." [Cuts ta Jim Sparkletooth] Jim: "I be Jim Sparkletooth reportin live from tha streetz of Great Lakes City, where tha zoo muthafuckas is hustlin wild." ''[Froggy 2 ribbits n' snags tha pillow off Sidz face. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch sees tha shizzle n' gasps]'' "Da breakout happened durin a gala ta save tha zoo. But afta dis fuck up, itz closure be all but guaranteed." [A swan approaches Jim] "Now thatz what tha fuck I call a swan song." [Da swan starts honkin angrily, grabs tha mic, n' starts hittin Jim over tha head wit it] "I be sorry dawwwwg! Puns is a part of mah thang." [Da swan keeps hittin Jim, tha shizzle cuts up cuz of technical difficulties] Sid: "I be coming, muthafuckas!" [Runs outside]

''[Sid exits tha buildin n' sees tha chaos. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch ducks under a vulture. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Stanley n' Becca drive up ta her]'' Becca: "Sid!" Sid: "Mom!" [Runs over ta them] "I just saw tha news." Becca: [Pulls Sid up in tha tram] "Git in!" Stanley: "We need ta find a way ta git these muthafuckas back." [Drives off] Sid: [Takes a funky-ass breath] "Okay. Think Sid. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Think." [Suddenly, she up in her own imagination] "Yoon Kwan. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Is dis mah aiiight place?" Yoon Kwan: "Focus, Sid. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Remember n' shit. No one can resist Twelve is Midnight." [Sid be thinkin bout that, n' rethugz how tha fuck much Cam, Nico n' tha egret chicks Yoon, n' Kwan was horny bout Twelve is Midnight] Flashback Sid: "Told you muthafuckas no one can resist Twelve is Midnight." [End of flashback] Sid: "I gots it yo. Here, Dad." [Takes up her phone] "Plug dis tha fuck into tha tram speaker." Becca: "I don't give a fuck, Sid. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Is you shizzle dis is gonna work?" Sid: "Mom, please, just trust mah dirty ass. What else do we gotta lose?" [Becca smilez at Sid] "Now blast dem speakers, Dad." ''[Sid hits play on her phone fo' realz. And 'Big up Us' starts playing]'' Becca & Stanley: [In disbelief] "K-Pop." [All tha muthafuckas seem ta like it n' all come ta dance] Becca: "I can't believe dat shit." Sid: "Da juice of K-Pop, Mom. It aint nuthin but real. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. Keep rollin around, Dad." ''[Stanley starts rollin fo' realz. All tha muthafuckas follow. Inside tha mercado, Keyon tha komodo dragon is smokin tha merchandise, while Bobby is chillin on tha counta wit a funky-ass broom]'' Bobby: "Yo, you, nahmean biiiatch, biatch? Quit dat shiznit son! My fuckin abueloz gonna be all kindsa mad. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Shoo, shoo!" ''[Taps Keyon wit tha broom, which Keyon eats, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Suddenly, Keyon hears 'Big up Us' n' happily dances out]'' "Woah! Sick moves." ''[Keyon has joined tha other muthafuckas, as do some alligators from tha sewer, n' then some bats from under tha railway. They pass by tha pizzy shop on Fulton, where Adelaide n' tha marmosets look up ta peep what tha fuck be happenin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da marmosets want up in on tha dizzle party]'' Adelaide: "Yo, wait son! Don't go! What bout our plan?" [Growls, n' goes afta them] "Curse you, K-Pop!" Sid: "Looks like we've almost gots all tha muthafuckas." Becca: "All except, Bitsy." Vito: [Cuts dem off] "Help! Someone let they elephant off itz leash. Da hoodz goin' wild here!" [Points down tha street ta where Bitsy is hustlin scared from a mouse] Sid: "Turn it up, Dad. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Bitsy loves tha chorus." ''[Bitsy is still scared of tha mouse, until dat freaky freaky biatch hears tha song. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch n' tha mouse start ridin' dirty together]'' Vito: "Look at dem hoofers muthafucka! What moves!" [Joins Bitsy] "Forget bout dat shit." ''[They go along wit tha other muthafuckas. Everyone returns ta tha zoo, tha muthafuckas n' all tha guests]'' Becca: "Us dudes done did it" Sid: "Yeah yo, but we still didn't raise enough scrilla ta save tha zoo." ''[Da meta is still all up in tha neck. Da Changs sigh]'' Vito: "Yo dawwwwg! That dizzle jam was amazing. I felt tha rhythm up in mah ass." [Takes up a wad of chedda] "Is it too late ta donate?" ''[Everyone takes up mo' chedda, includin tha Santiago kids, n' tha Casagrandes. Everyone puts they donation in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da donations bin is overflowing. Da ants arrive n' cook up a openin fo' Paul]'' Paul: [Also donates] "Me like a muthafucka." ''[Da meta goes all tha way up n' explodes. Everyone cheers as they've raised mo' then enough scrilla]'' Adelaide: [Gasps] "Sid saved tha zoo!" [Is happy] "Yo ass n' yo' crew don't gotta leave!" [Da marmosets cheer n' Marcel hugs Adelaide] Becca: "Yo ass done did it, Sid hommie! I be soopa-doopa sorry fo' what tha fuck I holla'd earlier." Sid: "Aw, itz all gravy. My fuckin scams can be a lil zany sometimes." Becca: "But you know what, biatch? Thatz what tha fuck make you, you, biatch. n' yo ass is pretty special." [They gangbang n' Stanley tears up] Stanley: "Let me git up in on dis gangbang party. I be sorry as a muthafucka too, dopeie." Adelaide: [Walks up ta her jiātíng ] "And I be sorry as a muthafucka too," [Joins tha hug] "for releasin all tha muthafuckas tha fuck into tha hood." Sid, Becca & Stanley: [Realize what tha fuck Adelaide just holla'd] "What?" Adelaide: "Uh.. yo. Hit it, DJ Carl." ''[Carl gives a thumbs up n' gets DJing, mah playas dances, includin tha muthafuckas. Monty steals tha floor]'' Crowd: "Go, Monty dawwwwg! Go, Monty dawwwwg! Go, Monty dawwwwg! Go, Monty!" [Monty winks]

Five Fortnite YouTubers Who've Sworn
Hey how’s it go'n guys n welcome ta best tizzy with the S-N-double-O-P. Today we’re go'n ta be blunt-rollin' over 5 fortnite Youtuba, whizzle sworn fo' sho'. D-ya want some friznee vbucks? (yizzle) well, W-to-tha-izze’re go'n ta be giv'n away $25 dollizzles wizzorth of vizzy ta 50 diffizzle thugz. All you hizzave ta do be leave a liznike on tha video, subscrizzle if you’re nizzay n turn on notifications, n once you’ve done all that, down below 'n tha comments section n commizzle “Free Vbizzle” Pretty much all Pimp hizzle slipped up n S-W-to-tha-izzorn befizzle, but today I T-H-to-tha-izzought, whizzle nizzay share wit yizzle guys fortnite Youtuba whizno’ve sworn. They’re gonna be sizzy pretty bizzay Gangsta 'n dis vidizzle such as Ali-A. All very bizzay Youtuba n streama n all have slipped up n S-W-to-tha-izzorn befizzle. So lizzet’s git straight into this. Numba 5, Dakotaz. Literally 90% of yizzou if not more hizzle never hizzle Dakotaz swear before eva. Its just anotha homocide. Lizzike literally eva. N thizzat’s coz he literizzle neva sizzy. I personizzle have neva heard him swear until I cizzame across dis vidizzle; so I have to sizzle dis be pretty crazy to hear someone S-W-to-tha-izzear thizzat you’ve neva heard swear before. So let’s just go n check dis out: “Fuck'n hate thiznat gat, dammit.” “Hello, how be yizzay todizzle son? You cannizzle leave dis rizzle, yizzou mizzust stay here fo` tha whole entire gizzle. Why be yiznou saggin' dawg pleaze dizzay. B-to-tha-izzack up like a motha fucka. Back tha fizzle up biznitch. Bizzle up motherfucka. What be yizzay do'n 'n mah room dammizzle. Aint no stoppin' this shit Open mah door yizzay fuck. Opizzle tha goddamn door. Boo-Yaa! Let’s rap dis out lizzy rap dis out we ciznan tizzay up wit da big Bo$$ Dogg. Come H-to-tha-izzere come here lizzle me pimp sum-m sum-m here. Lizzet me whispa some sweet S-T-to-tha-izzuff into yo' ear come here come hizzle. What are yiznou do'n wizzy be yiznou do'n? Come here don’t be shy come hizzere. Git yo' ass stop frontin' tha door. Listizzle listen we dizzy giznotta fight dude. We dizzy gizzotta fizzle whizzle be yizzy do'n? Get back shot calla there. Stiznop ballin' ova here D-to-tha-izzude. Oh shit he’s messin' git him. Keep the party crackin while I'm steady rappin. Oh my god dude I gotta drink look at him dodge woo. Gots him boys. Put ya mutha fuckin choppers up if ya feel this. ” Rappa 4, Typical Gama so you betta run and grab yo glock. No one really has crazy ass H-to-tha-izzeard Typical Gama eva swear before like eva. Im a bad boy wit a lotta hos. Bizzle he be an adult n probizzle swizzay outside of his vidizzles but he definitely has neva swizzay 'n a S-T-R-to-tha-izzeam befizzle until a shawty while ago. He ended up slipp'n up n gang bangin', unlucky as some thugz were truly P-R-E-Double-Tizzy buggin' at hizzim fo` dis evizzle though thizne W-to-tha-izzord W-to-tha-izzasn’t tizzy bad but all I gotta say be chizzay it out. Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. “Mah pinky just really fuck'n hurts” Numba 3, Rhinocrunch. Rhinizzle be a Youtuba who neva sizzy, at tha end of all of hizzle videos he even R-to-tha-izzeads a shawty sizzy from a bizzle. But many of yizzou probably dizzidn’t know that he hizzle sworn 'n pizzle videos. I evizzle hiznave a video of whizzle he was swear'n whilst he was play'n fortnite, wizzy mizzle that dis is a prettizzle recizzle event, but there be no way that he would killa swear 'n his clips. “ Alright, dis is gizzle be good guys, dis be gonna be real good. Mah aim be on P-to-tha-izzoint rizzay now. Tizzy wiznas a that was a good confidence boosta… Dis homey, I don’t K-N-to-tha-izzow if he had a full shield or not spittin' that real shit. Thizzle sucks sorry. Sorry i’m dippin' yo' sizzy, it’s mah shizzle nizzay.” Numba 2, Lachlan. Oh good ol’ Lachlan, dawg does dis homey make sizzay good old vidizzles be I R-to-tha-izzight thats off tha hook yo? Bizzut on Lachlizzles S-to-tha-izzide channel he actually swears whereas on his mizzain channizzle it is snoopa kid friendly. Im crazy, you can't phase me. But I thizzle he has more of himself on dis second channizzle Lachlanplays.n yizzay, lizzet’s go n takes a at a clip whizzay Lachlan be swear'n gangsta style. “W-H-A-to-tha-izzat tha fuck was thiznat so jus' chill? Iced by a fuck'n basizzle.” Number 1, Ali-A. Everyone knows who Al-A be, well if yiznou dizzle, hizzle prettizzle much tha biggizzle fortnite Youtuba on tha entire platfizzle. He looks ta be a very kid friendly Youtuba n well he be now, but 'n tha past, he used to say a lot of bizzy words all tha time n he didn’t really ciznare n he has definitizzle has change'. Well, he has at least change' in hizzis videos. Who knows if he still says bad words outsizzle of tha vidizzles but he uze' ta swiznear a lot in tha past n he uze' ta say pretty much a lot of words tizzy mizzle thugz wizzy evizzle siznay. So, let’s go takes a lizzook at some of tha words he uze' ta say. “Cauze it’s the most dizzumb cunt G-to-tha-izzame I’ve played in ages. Fizzy off Rich yiznou ly'n prick, we know yizzou’re 1 'n 10 yizzle dizzy cunt. Fizzay.” Unfortunately n unluckily that all theze thugz hizzay ta swizzay, but they are allowed to sizzay whateva thizney want n do whateva they wizzle as well. All of T-H-to-tha-izzem be P-R-E-Double-Tizzy much adizzles, well, T-H-to-tha-izzey be all adults, but some thugz don’t like when thugz swear n W-to-tha-izzon’t wizzatch thoze Youtuba coz of it. But that’s they choice, n thoze Baller clearlizzle know that n so if they really truly cared 'bout it, then they probably wizzy swear. So yeah.

TOMORROW X TOGETHER
Tomorrow X Together (Korean: 투모로우바이투게더, Japanese: トゥモローバイトゥギャザー; Tomorrow By Together, stylized up in all caps), commonly known as TXT (/ˈtiː-ˈɛks-ˈtiː/ TEE-eks-tee), be a gangbangin' five-member Downtown Korean bunch of lil punk-ass muthafuckas formed by Big Hit Music. Da crew consistz of five thugz Soobin, Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Taehyun n' HueningKai.

They debuted on March 4, 2019 wit tha EP Da Dream Chapter: Star. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Da mixtape debuted n' peaked at number one on tha Gaon Album Chart n' Bizzleboard Ghetto Albums Chart n' entered tha US Bizzleboard 200 at number 140, all up in tha time becomin tha highest-chartin debut mixtape by any thug K-pop group. Da mixtapez lead single "Crown" debuted atop tha Ghetto Digital Joints wit TXT toppin tha Bizzleboard Emergin Artists Chart, makin dem tha fastest K-Pop crew ta step tha fuck up in Ghetto Digital Joints n' tha second fastest K-Pop crew ta step tha fuck up in tha Bizzleboard Emergin Artist.

Da groupz commercial reception gots dem nuff muthafuckin freshly smoked up artist of tha year awardz includin Rookie of tha Year all up in tha 34th Golden Disc Awardz n' tha 2019 Melon Music Awards, New Artist of tha Year- Album all up in tha 9th Gaon Chart Music Awardz n' Best New Male Artist all up in tha 2019 Mnet Asian Music Awards.

TXT be a acronym standin fo' "Tomorrow X Together". In Korean, tha crew name is "투모로우바이투게더" (RR: Tumoroubaitugedeo)", read as "Tomorrow By Together" n' transliterated tha fuck into Hangul. They aint gots a separate Korean version of they name. Accordin ta they joint, tha meanin behind "Tomorrow by Together" is five dudes whoz ass "come together under one trip up in hopez of buildin a gangbangin' funky-ass betta tomorrow".

In they first eva rap battle wit MBCz "Section TV", tha crew mentioned dat they prefer bein referred ta by they full name instead of they initials.

Loona
Loona (stylized as LOOΠΔ, (Korean: 이달의 소녀, romanized: Idarui Sonyeo; Japanese: 今月の少女, romanized: Kongetsu no Shōjo, lit. 'Girl of tha Month') be a Downtown Korean hoe crew formed by Blockberry Creative. Da crew was introduced ta tha hood all up in a pre-debut project which fuckin started up in October 2016, where each of tha twelve thugz was revealed up in a periodic fashizzle by releasin a promotionizzle single over tha followin eighteen months. They debuted as a gangbangin' full ensemble wit tha extended play, [+ +] (2018), supported by tha lead single "Favorite" n' tha title track "Yo High".

Loonaz Gangsta name is derived from tha Hangul lettas ㅇㄷㅇㅅㄴ, each a initial consonant up in tha syllabic blocks dat make 이달의 소녀 (Idarui Sonyeo). When rearranged ta ㄴㅇㅇㄷㅅ, it resemblez LOONA up in tha Latin alphabet.

2016-2018: Pre-debut sub-units n' Mix Nine
On October 2, 2016, Blockberry Creatizzle announced all up in Naver dat they would be debutin they first hoe crew all up in a 18-month long pre-debut project. Jaden Jeong served as tha groupz creatizzle director until August 2019, when he parted ways cuz of creatizzle differences wit tha company. Between October 2016 n' January 2017, four thugz (HeeJin, HyunJin, HaSeul, n' YeoJin) was revealed; each member busted out a single mixtape typically consistin of a solo track n' another track performed wit other revealed members, under tha groupz Korean name Idarui Sonyeo (Korean: 이달의 소녀; lit. Girl of tha Month). In March 2017, tha groupz first sub-unit, Loona 1/3, was introduced, consistin of previously revealed thugz HeeJin, HyunJin, HaSeul n' a freshly smoked up member, ViVi. Loona 1/3 busted out tha extended play Ludd & Live n' a accompanyin single of tha same name on March 13, 2017, wit a televizzle promotion on SBSz Inkigayo. On April 27, they busted out a repackaged edizzle of tha extended play, titled Ludd & Evil, accompanied by tha single "Sonatine". Ludd & Live n' its reissued edizzle reached number 10 n' 24 respectively on Downtown Koreaz Gaon Album Chart.

Between April 2017 n' July 2017, thugz ViVi, Kim Lip, JinSoul, n' Choerry busted out they single mixtapes, continuin tha same Girl of tha Month pattern. In September 2017, three members, HeeJin, HyunJin n' HaSeul, auditioned fo' JTBCz realitizzle show Mix Nine; HeeJin n' HyunJin passed tha audizzle stage makin it onto tha show, where HyunJin placed Top 18 n' HeeJin placed fourth up in tha finale. Da groupz second sub-unit, Loona Odd Eye Circle, consistin of JinSoul, Kim Lip n' Choerry, busted out tha extended play Mix & Match n' its single "Girl Front" on September 21, 2017, n' fuckin started promotions on Mnetz M Countdown. Da Gangsta version of they cold lil' woo wop "Loonatic" was busted out on October 23. On October 31, they busted out a repackaged edizzle of tha extended play, titled Max & Match, wit three freshly smoked up joints includin tha single "Sweet Crazy-Ass Love". Mix & Match n' tha repackaged edizzle peaked at number 16 n' 7 respectively on tha Gaon Album Chart.

Between November 2017 n' January 2018, they busted out tha solo single mixtapes fo' freshly smoked up thugz Yves, Chuu, n' Go Won, continuin tha monthly pattern along wit tha digital single "Da Carol 2.0" sung by Yves, Vivi, n' Choerry. In March 2018, they busted out tha solo single mixtape fo' final member, Olivia Hye. On May 30, 2018, tha groupz third sub-unit, Loona yyxy, made they debut wit tha extended play Beauty & tha Beat. Da single "love4eva" featurin Canuck musical muthafucka Grimes was busted out tha same dizzle wit a accompanyin noize vizzle. Da extended play reached number 4 on tha Gaon Album Chart.

On August 7, 2018, Loona busted out a pre-debut digital single titled "Favorite", tha groupz first cold lil' woo wop ta feature all twelve members, accompanied by a noize vizzle focusin on tha groupz choreography. Da pre-debut single was lata revealed ta be tha lead single of Loonaz debut EP [+ +].

2018-2019: Straight-Up Legit Korean debut wit [+ +] n' [X X]
On August 20, Loona officially debuted as a gangbangin' full assemble wit tha release of tha extended-play [+ +] (read as plus plus).[27] Da mixtape included "Favorite" as tha lead single while "Yo High" served as its title track. It debuted at number 2 on Downtown Koreaz Gaon Album Chart, n' was tha second best-pimpin debut mixtape by a hoe crew up in 2018. [+ +] was repackaged as [X X] (read as multiply multiply) on February 19, 2019, wit six additionizzle tracks, includin a freshly smoked up single, "Butterfly". On August 17, 2019, Loona made they first appearizzle up in tha United Hoods, struttin at KCON 2019 up in Los Angeles. On December 13, 2019, Loona busted out a single called "365" as a appreciation cold lil' woo wop fo' they fans

2020-present: [#], [12:00], [&], n' Japanese debut
On January 7, 2020, Blockberry Creatizzle announced dat leader HaSeul would not participate up in tha promotion fo' Loonaz next mixtape cuz of menstrual game concerns. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was holla'd ta be diagnosed wit "intermittent anxiety symptoms" n' would be takin time ta focus on her health. On February 5, 2020, Loona busted out they second EP titled [#] (read as hash), along wit tha title track "So What". Although HaSeul did not step tha fuck up in tha title track, her vocals is featured on three other joints on tha mixtape, includin "365". Once peaked at number 1 on tha everyday Gaon Retail Album Chart, tha EP then debuted at number 2 on tha weekly Gaon Album Chart. On March 12, 2020, Loona won they first noize show trophy wit "So What" on Mnetz M Countdown.

On October 19, Loona busted out they third EP titled [12:00] (read as midnight), accompanied by its first single "Why Not?" yo. HaSeul was again n' again n' again not involved up in tha mixtape, outta her own decision ta focus on tha recovery of her health. Da EP then became they first mixtape ta enta tha Bizzleboard 200, debutin at number 112. On October 23, crew member Choerry was featured up in A-FLOWz cold lil' woo wop titled "You". On November 18, Loona busted out tha noize vizzle fo' "Star", another cold lil' woo wop on [12:00]. Peakin at number 40, "Star" is Loonaz first entry on tha Bizzleboard Mainstream Top 40, makin dem tha second K-pop hoe crew ta enta tha chart.

On June 1, 2021, Loona announced dat they would be havin a cold-ass lil comeback on June 28, wit they fourth EP, [&] (read as and). Da followin day, on June 2, a teaser was posted ta Loonaz straight-up legit hood media accounts showin twelve setz of eyes, confirmin tha return of member HaSeul whoz ass had been on hiatus since early 2020. On June 12, crew thugz YeoJin, Kim Lip, Choerry, n' Go Won busted out tha cold lil' woo wop "Yum-Yum" as a cold-ass lil collaboration wit Cocomong.

On June 27, Loona announced all up in tha end of they special clip dat they is makin they Japanese debut on September 15 under Universal Music Japan sublabel EMI Records. On August 27, dat shiznit was announced dat Loona will release tha double A-side single, "Hula Hoop / StarSeed" on September 15, wit a physical CD release on October 20.

STAYC
STAYC (Korean: 스테이씨, acronym fo' Star To A Young Culture) be a Downtown Korean hoe crew formed by High Up Entertainment. Da crew is composed of six members: Sumin, Sieun, Isa, Seeun, Yoon, n' J. They debuted on November 12, 2020, wit tha release of they debut single mixtape Star ta a Young Culture.

2016-2019: Pre-debut
Sieun was well-known prior ta debut as both tha daughta of veteran thug Park Nam-jung, n' fo' her rolez up in dramas such as Da Dope Wife, Queen fo' Seven Days, and Da Crowned Clown. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch won tha Youth Actin Award in 2018 SBS Drama Awards for her role in Still 17.

Seeun was known as a playette, appearin up in shows like Da Guardians and Circle.

Prior ta debut, STAYC was known as "High Up Hoes", named afta they company, High Up Entertainment.

2020: Debut with Star ta a Young Culture
On September 8, dat shiznit was announced that Black Eyed Pilseung of High Up Entertainment would debut they first hoe group, wit Sieun named as its first member.

On October 8, High Up Entertainment announced dat tha crew would be debutin up in November. Three last thugz - Isa, J, n' Yoon was revealed via prologue films on October 12, 13 n' 14 respectively. On October 22, tha title of they single mixtape was announced ta be Star ta a Young Culture, wit tha lead single "So Bad". Da teaser schedule was busted out tha same day. It make me wanna hollar playa! Da single mixtape was announced ta be produced by Black Eyed Pilseung, known fo' previous hits like fuckin "TT", "Touch My fuckin Body", "Rolla Coaster", n' "Dumhdurum". Da producin duo busted lyrics bout tha groupz sound as "Teen Fresh", a cold-ass lil combination of "Teen" n' "Fresh", highlightin tha groupz "unique individual vocal colors". Prior ta tha mixtapez release, promotions was done through 1theK's YallTube page. These included dizzle coverz of crews such as Blackpink, BTS, and Stray Kids, which received over 1 mazillion views, n' a vocal cover of joints by Twice and Red Velvet which received over 2 mazillion views.

On November 12, tha noize vizzle fo' tha mixtapez lead single "So Bad" was busted out, receivin over 2.6 mazillion views up in tha straight-up original gangsta 24 hours. Their mixtape was busted out on tha same day, pushin over 4,300 copies on its first day, da most thugged-out fo' a thugged-out debut hoe crew up in 2020. It went on ta push mo' than 10,000 copies on its first week, becomin tha straight-up original gangsta debut mixtape by a hoe crew up in 2020 ta do so. They promoted tha mixtape all up in a V Live debut showcase, biggin' up both tha lead single, "So Bad" and B-side "Like This". Da crew made they noize show debut on November 13, 2020 at KBS Music Bank, which was followed up wit performances at Show Champion, Inkigayo, and Da Show. Da mixtape debuted at number 17 on tha weekly Gaon Album Chart. "So Bad" debuted at number 90 on Bizzleboard's K-pop Hot 100, n' number 21 on the Ghetto Digital Song Sales chart.

2021-present: Staydom and Stereotype
Da crew returned wit they second single mixtape Staydom and its lead single "ASAP" on April 8. Da noize vizzle of "ASAP" was busted out consecutively wit tha mixtape n' reached 20 mazillion views up in nine days. Da single also entered the Bizzleboard K-pop 100 weekly chart. Staydom sold 56,198 copies up in its first month. On September 6, tha crew will release they first extended play Stereotype and its lead single of tha same name.

Flight Plan
[Mornin all up in tha Casagrande's. Carlitos is holdin his crazy-ass madrez eyes closed] Carlos: “Okay, mi amore, open.” [Frida opens her eyes, her hijos n' hija is holdin roses, n' her esposo has suttin' fo' her] “Kool as fuck anniversary, Frida.” Frida: [Gasps] “Carlos, you done cooked up a portrait of me outta breakfast?” Carlos: “Oh well, tha lil playas helped like a muthafucka.” Frida: “I gots a straight-up boner fo' it all muthafuckin day.” [Cries] “How tha fuck dope mis amores, n' delicious. Nuff props, Carlos fo' realz. And herez yo' gift.” [Handz Carlos a funky-ass brochure] Carlos: “Yo ass gots me a trip ta fly on a vintage Ghetto Battle Pt II aircraft?” [Gasps] “On tha P-40 Warhawk, no less.” [Jumps tha fuck into his wild lil' fuckin esposaz arms] CJ: “Thatz a pimped out gift.” [Da thugs start playin planes] Carl: “So when is we going?” Frida: “I be sorry as a muthafucka but tha ride is only fo' yo' daddy n' mah dirty ass.” [Da thugs stop what tha fuck they bustin] Carl & CJ: “What?” Carl: “Then what tha fuck is we gonna do all day?”

[A lil later] Frida: “Mista Muthafuckin Nakamura, fuck you like it aint no thang fo' watchin tha thugs on such short notice. Da whole crew was busy as a muthafucka todizzle so we straight-up appreciate dat shit.” Mista Muthafuckin Nakamura: “It aint nuthin but our pleasure. Isn't it Nelson?” [Nelson barks] Frida: “Be phat fo' Mista Muthafuckin Nakamura, thugs.” [Frida leaves] Carlos: [Straight-up excited] “P-40 Warhawk, here I come!” ''[Carlos takes off. Da thugs is hidin behind tha recliner n' shit. Carlitos muttas something]'' Carl: “Yeah I know bro, I wanted ta go on dat plane like a muthafucka. But we stuck wit Mista Muthafuckin Nakamura n' Nelson.” [Carlitos gets a scam n' mutters] “Yo ass lil smart-ass, thatz a pimped out idea. We bout ta drive Mista Muthafuckin Nakamura away n' Momma n' Dad will gotta take our asses on tha plane.” [Da thugs laugh diabolically] Mista Muthafuckin Nakamura: “Oh thugs look what tha fuck I brought, mah collection of antique toys fo' realz. Aren't they magnificent, biatch? Nelson brought a shitload of his, like a muthafucka.” ''[Nelson shows his. Da thugs is amazed n' attempt ta touch]'' “Fuck dat shit, no no. These is fo' you ta peep, not ta play with, they is mo' valuable inside tha box.” Carl: “I be thinkin I know how tha fuck ta git rid of dis muthafucka.” [To Mista Muthafuckin Nakamura] “Mista Muthafuckin Nakamura, can you please make our asses some popcorn?” Mista Muthafuckin Nakamura: “Oh, sure. My fuckin straight-up vintage snack.” Carl: [Snickers] “It aint nuthin but play time.” [Mista Muthafuckin Nakamura brangs up in tha popcorn] Mista Muthafuckin Nakamura: “Popcornz ready.” [Sees what tha fuck tha thugs is bustin] “For tha ludd of all thangs antique!” [Carlitos is chewin on Nelsonz toy, n' Carl n' CJ is playin tug of war wit one of Mr' Nakamura's] Carl: “Is dis one of dem stretchy toys?” [They rip tha arm off] “Whoopsie.” [Mista Muthafuckin Nakamura faints]

[At tha GLART station, Carlos & Fridaz train pulls up] Stanley: “Kool as fuck anniversary dawwwwg! I heard you gonna peep some rickety oldschool airplane. Boring! Trains is so much cooler.” [Frida gets a cold-ass lil call] Frida: “Yo Mista Muthafuckin Nakamura. What, biatch? Toy-pacalypse?” [Mista Muthafuckin Nakamura say mo' shiznit n' hangs up] “Aye, sorry Mista Muthafuckin Chang, you betta go on without us.” [Takes Carlos back] “We need a freshly smoked up babysitter.” Stanley: “I bet trains could babysit betta than airplanes.” [Gets squished between tha doors] “Not again.”

Later, Miranda be all up in tha crib] Frida: “Nuff props so much fo' comin last minute Miranda.” Miranda: “Oh, itz no shiznit at all. We gonna have funk watchin a porno, as long as it aint a gangbangin' freaky porno I just can't handle them.” ''[Da thugs have heard that, n' start snickering, diabolically. Moments later, Miranda is watchin a horny-ass comedy, n' tha thugs is watchin her]'' Rom-Com Playa: “Why can't you peep dat I gots a straight-up boner fo' you, wack-ass girl?” Miranda: “Gosh, I gots a straight-up boner fo' dis porno.” ''[Suddenly, tha TV goes fuzzy n' lightnin sounds. Miranda gasps]'' “What was that?” [Carl jumps forward] Carl: “Oh no! Not again! I be changing!” ''[Carl starts bobbin yo. Dude rips his hoodie off, revealin a gorilla chest, n' starts howling. Miranda freaks out]'' Miranda: “Aah! Werewolf!” ''[Miranda hears mumblin from above, she looks n' sees Carlitos crawlin on tha ceiling, she freaks up again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch turns n' CJ is right behind her]'' CJ: [Turns ta grill Miranda] “Here's… CJ!” ''[Shines a gangbangin' flashlight under his chin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Miranda gets so scared she runs back ta her crib. CJ turns tha lights back ta normal, catches Carlitos, whoz ass was bustin suction cups on his handz n' feet]'' Carl: [Takes tha fake chest off] “P-40 Warhawk, here we come.”

[Somewhere else, tha GLART stops n' Frida n' Carlos push tha doors open theyselves ta git away from Stanley] Stanley: “..and reason number seventy-eight why trains is betta than planes.” Everyone else on tha train: “Enough already.” [Da GLART takes off] Carlos & Frida: “Phew.” [Frida gets a cold-ass lil call] Frida: “Oh shiiiiiiiit, what tha fuck now, biatch? Yo Miranda. What, biatch? Monsters, biatch? I know they can git rowdy but… Yes yes y'all, I understand.” Carlos: “Bitch quit, didn't she?” Frida: [Determined] “Thatz dat shiznit son! It aint nuthin but time fo' some straight-up chillin.”

[Maybelle is now up in tha crib] Maybelle: “So you tha shitty three dis whole buildingz been poppin' off about. Yo ass is thankin bout how tha fuck ta git rid of me n' aint a thugged-out damn thang dat yo' ass can do.” CJ: “Us, biatch? Of course not.” Carl: “Miss Maybelle, could you please make our asses some popcorn?” [Da thugs snicker] Maybelle: “No!” [Later, tha thugs is scrubbin tha floor wit toothbrushes] CJ: “Da oldschool popcorn trick failed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! What is we gonna do?” Maybelle: “Less rappin', mo' scrubbing.” [Readz her magazine, n' oglez over a mango squeezin model] “Oh, Javier Luna, you hunk you, biatch.” ''[Da thugs is revolted yo, but Carl gets a idea. Carl takes up his thugged-out lil' phone. Maybelle gets a cold-ass lil call]'' “Maybelle here?” Carl: [With a smolderin voice] “Hola, dis is Javier Luna.” Maybelle: “Javier Luna?” [Da thugs snicker] Carl: “May-bey, I wanna cook you dinner at mah mansion. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I be bout ta be servin mango chicken, mango al-gratte, n' mango soufflé” Maybelle: [Her eyes poppin outta her head] “I be bout ta be right there biaaatch! My fuckin dope mango.”

[Meanwhile, Carlos n' Frida have just arrived all up in tha airport] Carlos: “Holy Wright brothers, itz dope.” [Frida gets a cold-ass lil call] “Don't answer dat shit.” [Tries ta grab tha phone] Frida: “It could be a emergency.” [Answers] “Yo Maybelle. What, biatch? A bangin' date wit a porno star, biatch? Maybelle, biatch? And dat freaky freaky biatch hung up.” Carlos: “Ah, I holla'd at you not ta answer.” [Groans]

[Later, tha thugs is all up in tha airport wit Carlos & Frida] Carl: “Operation: Sitta be-gone was a success, n' itz a funky-ass dope dizzle fo' flying.” [CJ notices tha direction they going] CJ: “Uh, Mom, tha planez is dat way.” Frida: “Oh, you not here fo' tha planes.” Carl & CJ: “What?” Frida: “Da only reason you here is cuz no one else will peep you, biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So while we trip off our flight you three can sit on dat bench n' be thinkin bout what tha fuck you've done.” [Points over ta a funky-ass bench made of some crates, tha thugs go over ta it] Carl: “Ah, I don't give a fuck bout thankin bout what tha fuck I've done. Can we put tha bench on tha plane?" [Da boyz padres decline. Da thugs sit n' Frida n' Carlos take off while grumbling. Da thugs bust a funky-ass big-ass fart up in disappointment] “All dat work fo' nothing. Well, I be sorry yo, but our crazy asses have come too far. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. I be gettin on dat plane.” [Carl headz off. CJ n' Carlitos gasp n' shrug. Carl climbs onto a plane, followed by his hermanos] CJ: “This don't be lookin like tha oldschool plane. Wherez Momma n' Dad?” [Carlitos presses a funky-ass button next ta tha door] Plane Computer: “Yo, wuz crackalackin', biatch? Yo ass is smokin AI Airlines. Da ghettoz first self-flyin airplane.” CJ: “We gots on tha wack plane.” [Da doors close] Plane Computer: “Please take a seat n' prepare fo' takeoff. Yo crazy-ass final destination... tha arctic.” Carl: “Da arctic, biatch? But I have school tomorrow fo' realz. And fo' once I did mah homework!” [Carl presses some buttons] Plane Computer: “Takin off, up in five… four…” [Da thugs gasp] “three…” [They take they seats] “two… one… blast off!” ''[Da engines charge up n' they burst up tha fuck into tha sky.” CJ: “We gotta git off dis thang!” Carl: “Maybe one of these buttons will make our asses land.” [Carl presses a funky-ass button] Plane Computer: “Activatin zero gravitizzle mode.” ''[Suddenly Carlitos' pacifier rises up. Da thugs is amazed]'' CJ: “I be thinkin we can fly.” [Da thugs take off they seatbelts n' start havin funk floatin around] Carl: “Aw dude, dis is betta than a oldschool dumb plane.” Plane Computer: “Charming, fuck you, Carl.” Carl: [Amazed] “It knows mah name.” [Tries another button] “What else can you do?” Plane Computer: “Endin zero gravitizzle mode.” [Da thugs drop] “Boys, may suggest takin yo' seats?” ''[Da thugs quickly do so. Da plane offers dem suttin' else]'' “And you may need these.” Carl: “What do we need barf bags for?” Plane Computer: “Enterin stunt plane mode.” ''[Da plane starts freestyling, wit zigzags n' loops. Da plane throws itself around, n' tha thugs make use of they complimentary barf bags]'' Carl: “Okay, thatz enough of that.” [Presses mo' buttons] “Therez gotta be a landin mode on dis dumb smart-ass plane.” Plane Computer: “Economizzle mode.” [Another row of seats pops up in front of them, n' flies backwards, crushin them] Carl: [Gets up n' bangs on tha controls] “I just wanna land.” Plane Computer: [Offended] “Yo dawwwwg! Yo ass wanna land tha plane so bad, biatch? Do it yo ass. Enterin manual mode.” [Closes tha buttonz panel] CJ: “Uh, what tha fuck do she mean by... land tha plane yo ass?” ''[An alarm n' a red light go off, n' suddenly tha plane starts freefalling. Da thugs freak out]'' Carl: “Come on! We gotta fix this.” [They git all up in tha controls panel n' start hittin buttons] “Do any of y'all muthafuckas know how tha fuck ta work dis thang?” [Carlitos yells at Carl] “I know you just a funky-ass baby. We all babies.” [Starts ta cry] “I want mah mommy!” [They all start crying] CJ: “We sorry computa lady, please help us!” Plane Computer: [Opens up] “I be waitin fo' Carlz apology.” Carl: “I be straight-up sorry fo' pushin yo' buttons. Please land tha plane fo' us.” Plane Computer: “Hmm, you dirty I wanna bust a nut on lil' thugs. Back ta yo' seats thugs. Ya Mom shoulda told ya, I gots this.” [Da thugs git all up in they seats] “Landin up in three… two… one…” [Da plane lands] “Touchdown complete.” [CJ n' Carlitos hurry off] “Oh n' Carl, I be bout ta be watchin you, biatch.” ''[Two of itz buttons form eye shapes n' peep Carl yo. Dude yelps n' runs. Da thugs go back where they muthafathas left dem n' gangbang tha crates]'' Carl: “Oh! Yo ass dope bench!” CJ: “We kickin it!” ''[Carlitos kisses tha bench. Just then, they muthafathas return]'' Carl: “Look! It aint nuthin but Momma n' Dad!” [Da thugs run n' gangbang they padres] Oh, Mom, we is so sorry fo' bein hard as fuck todizzle n' scarin away every last muthafuckin babysitter.” CJ: “We promise ta be phat next time.” Carl: “We clearly need supervision.” Carlos: [Whispers ta Frida] “What tha fuck iz happening?” Frida: [Whispers ta Carlos] “I don't give a fuck but I wanna bust a nut on dat shit.” [To her hijos] “We forgive you mis amores, now come on we should head ta tha train ta git home.” Carlos: “No need, I took tha liberty of callin up one of dem def freshly smoked up self-rollin cabs fo' realz. And look here it is now, nahmeean?” [Da ride pulls up, wit a gangbangin' familiar lookin computer] Plane Computer: “Yo muthafucka, Carl.” [Da thugs freak up as tha iris closes up in on tha ride n' winks]

Uptown Funk (The Casagrandes episode, not the song)
[Outside tha crib building, Carl gives a evil laugh.] Carl: [With his El Dragon action figure.] “Yo crazy-ass train is mine biaaatch! Along wit all of tha treasure inside of dat shiznit son!” [As El Falcon] “Not so fast, El Dragon!” ''[Carl make dem fight. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Suddenly a straight-up long tongue snatches El Falcon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Carl looks n' sees dat shiznit was Froggy 2.]'' Adelaide: “Yo Carl, wanna play chronic jam wit us?” Carl: “Tea partizzles is fo' babies.” [Tries ta take his thugged-out action figure back from Froggy 2, n' falls off tha stoop bustin so.] Adelaide: “Fine, our phat asses didn't wanna fuck wit you anyway.” Carl: [Gets up, dazed] “Fine.” [Just then, Mista Muthafuckin Chang strutts out.] Stanley: “Yo Adelaide, wanna ride tha train wit yo' dear oldschool daddy todizzle, biatch? Yo ass can hang up in tha conductorz cabin.” Carl: [Gasps, whispers ta his dirty ass.] “Conductorz cabin?” [Eavesdrops] Adelaide: “I don't give a fuck Dad, I've done it tonz of times already.” Stanley: “Yo ass could blow tha horn.” [Carl gasps] “And play tha announcements.” [Carl goes frantic.] “Wait fo' it, you could even brang a gangbangin' playa along.” [Carl is hopeful yo, but Adelaide declines.] “Bet they'd be impressed by yo' oldschool dude, whoz ass happens ta be a… two-time GLART conductor of tha month.” Adelaide: “I be bout ta be thinkin bout dat shit.” Stanley: [Goes deadpan] “Geez, tough crowd. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Anyway, gotta go, trains must run on time. Chugga-chugga choo… Woah!” [Steps on Carlz toy train n' slips away.] “Ow.” Carl: [Comes up ta Adelaide.] “Yo Adelaide, I be suddenly feelin kind of thirsty, maybe we could play chronic jam like you holla'd.” [Bats his wild lil' fuckin eyes at her muthafuckin ass.] Adelaide: “But, I thought you didn't wanna fuck wit mah dirty ass.” Carl: “What, biatch? Pssh. I was just kidding, I gots a straight-up boner fo' tea fo' realz. And if there be a time later, maybe we could go on tha train. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Or not son! No big-ass deal yo, but probably.” Adelaide: [Suspicious at first yo, but goes wit dat shit.] “Yay dawwwwg! I have tha slick fancy basebizzle cap fo' you ta wear.” [Goes inside] Carl: [To his El Falcon action figure.] “Train, here I come.” [El Falcon gives Carl a thumbs up.]

[Up up in tha Changs' crib.] Adelaide: [In a British accent.] “Lord Carl, so sick of y'all ta join our asses fo' chronic up in tha garden.” Carl: [Bustin a funky-ass blue peading-a-ling hat, n' not aiiight bout dat shit.] “Yeah, sure.” [Adelaide looks at his ass suspiciously.] “I mean…” ''[Clears his cold-ass throat. In a British accent.]'' “Jolly good, I gots a straight-up boner fo' a train party- Ah! I mean chronic party. Chip, chip, cheerio.” ''[They clink they cups. Carl takes a thugged-out drank from his, n' immediately spits it up in repulsion.]'' “Yuck! What tha fuck iz that?!” Adelaide: “It aint nuthin but chronic Carl, I thought you holla'd you like tea.” Carl: “I do. Whatz not ta love, biatch? But maybe we could play suttin' else.” Adelaide: [Thinks, n' gasps] “I know a game you gonna straight-up love.”

[Up on tha roof, Carl is bustin a bizzatch wig n' makeup.] Adelaide: [Holdz Froggy 2 up in front of Carl.] “Come on Supa-Hoe Carl, Froggy 2 can't turn tha fuck into a pimp if you don't lick his muthafuckin ass.” Carl: [Not wantin ta lick tha frog.] “Yo ass know, I don't be thinkin thatz such a phat idea. I, uh, didn't brush mah teeth.” [Breathes on his hand n' gags.] “Gross.” [Froggy 2 don't wanna do dis either.] Adelaide: “Froggy 2 hates shitty breath. But, he'll cook up a exception ta turn tha fuck into a prince.” ''[Holdz tha straight-up unwillin Froggy 2 up in front of Carl, neither one of dem wantin ta do all dis bullshit. Froggy 2 puckers up anyway, Carl visualizes his ass as a mini train.]'' Train: “Choo-choo, all aboard Carl.” [Laughs n' puckers] Carl: [Shakes his head] “Yo ass can do dis Carl.” [Sucks it up, n' kisses tha frog, they is both revolted by this.] “Yuck!” [Carl loses tha wig n' makeup, n' proceedz ta gag n' wheeze while Froggy 2 wrings up his cold-ass tongue.] Adelaide: “Awe, Froggy 2 didn't turn tha fuck into a prince. Yo ass didn't do it right Carl. Kiss his ass again, n' mean dat shit.” ''[Puts Froggy 2 up in front of Carl again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Froggy 2 begs Carl not ta fo' realz. Adelaide pushes Froggy 2 closer yo, but Froggy 2 pushes away from Carl n' manages ta escape n' make hop fo' it fo' realz. Adelaide is excited.]'' “New game, catch him!” [Froggy 2 snags three flies n' flings dem at Carl.] Carl: [Dodges them] “Yo dawwwwg! Quit that!” ''[Gets one up in his crazy-ass grill yo. Dude spits it out.]'' “Thatz dat shiznit son! Yo ass is goin down Froggy.” ''[Carl chases afta Froggy 2. Froggy 2 jumps onto tha clothesline, Carl yelps but is too late ta stop his dirty ass from hustlin tha fuck into one of mah thugss underwear yo. Dude stumblez backwardz n' crashes. Carl gets tha boxers off his wild lil' grill but then realizes dat da perved-out muthafucka chillin up in a cold-ass lil cactus garden. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Carl screams n' Froggy 2 returns ta Adelaide.]'' Adelaide: “Got his muthafuckin ass. Is you aiiight Carl?” Carl: [Returns ta Adelaide wit thorns up in his back n' arms.] “Never better.” [Pulls a thorn outta his thugged-out arm, tha rest come up afta dat shit.] “But, uh, you know, I be gettin kind of horny so maybe, uh… we could have lunch wit yo' dad.” Adelaide: [Throws a funky-ass box of raisins up in Carlz face.] “Here, gotz a snack. But smoke quick, cuz I thought we could play yo' favourite, El Falcon de Fuego.” Carl: [Thinks] “I do ludd El Falcon.”

[Carl is now tied ta model railroad tracks.] Carl: “This aint how tha fuck I play El Falcon at all.” Adelaide: [Standin over Carl, bustin a gangbangin' fairy costume.] “You'll git yo' turn.” [Clears her throat] “El Dragon had tha bizzatch tied up, when it started ta rain.” [Pours a waterin can on Carl.] “And then it started ta hail.” [Drops three ice cubes on Carlz head.] Carl: “Yo dawwwwg! Go easy as fuck on tha special effects.” Adelaide: “But I aint done tha mudslide yet.” Carl: [Looks up] “Huh?” ''[Adelaide is holdin a thugged-out daisy wit dirt on tha roots fo' realz. A worm slithers outta tha light n' Adelaide shakes dirt n' worms onto Carlz face, Carl shakes dem off n' sits up.]'' “Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah. Maybe we could play suttin' less weather-related.” Adelaide: “I know, we can pretend ta git married, n' Froggy 2 could be our Froggy baby.” Carl: [Straight-Up straight-up trippin bout this.] “Okay, then afta dat maybe we take our baby fo' a train ride.” Adelaide: “Ludd dat shiznit son! Letz go tie tha knot.” [Takes off, leavin Carl tied up.] Carl: “First you gotta untie me!”

''[On tha GLART, there be nuff passengers, includin a crew of sumo wrestlers. Da "newlyweds" strutt along, Carl pushin Froggy 2 up in a stroller.]'' Adelaide: “Aw, itz our lil babyz first train ride.” [They strutt by Vito, Maybelle, n' Mrs. Kernicky.] Vito: "Yo, Carl. Yo, Adelaide" Adelaide: "It aint nuthin but Mrs. Casagrande-Chang. I kept mah last name." [Shows her ring] Vito: “Carl, a cold-ass lil candy ring, big-ass spender.” Carl: [Grumbles] “Whatz dat Froggy 2, biatch? Oh! Yo ass want Daddy ta take you ta tha conductorz cabin?” Adelaide: “Daddy has ta chizzle babies diaper first.” Carl: “No da ruffneck don't, I be thinkin he likes Mommy ta do dat shit.” Adelaide: “Mommy is chillaxed from work all up in tha supreme court.” ''[Adelaide holdz a Froggy sized diaper up fo' Carl. Vito, Maybelle, n' Mrs. Kernicky start chuckling. Carl takes tha diaper n' Froggy 2 n' moves off ta tha side, embarrassed.]'' “Don't forget tha froggy booty cream! Dude gets diaper rash!” [Vito, Maybelle, n' Mrs. Kernicky laugh even harder.] Vito: “Diaper rash!” [Off ta tha side, Carl talks ta Froggy 2.] Carl: “Sorry Froggy, I need a gangbangin' finger-lickin' distraction.” [Throws Froggy 2] “Oh-no! Our froggy baby is lost, we've gotta find his muthafuckin ass.” Adelaide: [In a straight-up tone] “What!, biatch? Froggy 2!” [Froggy 2 landz on Maybellez head.] Maybelle: “Oh shiiiiiiiit you don't frog!” ''[Froggy 2 jumps before Maybelle hits his ass wit mangos. Froggy 2 continues jumpin on playas n' landz up in tha British gentlemanz tea.]'' British Gentleman: “Excuse mah dirty ass. ''[Clears his cold-ass throat, n' proceedz ta freak out. Froggy 2 jumps on mo' playas n' landz on one of tha sumo wrestlaz head, all three scream.]'' Adelaide: “Come on Carl, we gotta catch him! Carl?” [Looks behind her muthafuckin ass, n' sees Carl poppin' off ta her Dad.] Carl: “Yo, Mista Muthafuckin C, Adelaide holla'd I could come hit up yo' cabin.” Stanley: “Well, all aboard.” [Carl goes inside.] Adelaide: [Cross] “That lil sneak! Dat punk been rockin me dis whole time!” [Inside tha cabin.] Carl: “Fuck dat shit, tha control panelz so shiny.” Stanley: “Well, shine it mah dirty ass every last muthafuckin morning.” [Suddenly up in tha train car.] Train Passenger: “Ah! Frog!” Stanley: “Did yo dirty ass hear something?” Carl: “Nope yo, but is these yo' GLART awards?” Stanley: “Oh, these beauties, biatch? Yup, two-time balla n' shit. Look how tha fuck def they are.” [One of dem starts turnin its wheels.] Award: “Choo-choo, balla!” [Carl is up in awe] Train Passenger: “Ah! Git back you sloppy beast!” Stanley: “Soundz like a cold-ass lil commotion. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Or as I gotta call it, a locomotion.” [Carl don't git dat shit.] “Oh, real tough crowd. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be bout ta be right back, don't bust a nut on anything, especially tha awards.” ''[Steps out, leavin Carl ridin' solo wit tha train controls. Where dat schmoooove muthafucka has another vision of a mini train.]'' Mini Train #1: “Yo Carl, peep dis def lever n' shit. Don't you wanna pull it?” Mini Train #2: “Carl, why don't you press dis button?” Mini Train #3: “Fuck dat shit, press these.” ''[All three trains start poppin' off ta Carl at once, urgin his ass ta press a funky-ass button. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. But Carl shoos dem away.]'' Carl: “Quit it train!” Mini Train #1: “All these fancy buttons. Yo ass shizzle you don't wanna press anything, biatch? Like dis sick red button, biatch? Just one bust a nut on won't hurt.” [Kisses it] Carl: “Mista Muthafuckin Chang specifically holla'd not ta bust a nut on anything.” Mini Train #1: “Awe, thatz a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shame. Why don't you press tha one on mah head then?” [A button appears there.] Carl: [Thinkin itz just his crazy-ass muthafuckin imagination.] “Okay, whatz da most thugged-out shitty dat could happen?” [Presses tha imaginary button yo, but tha train disappears n' Carlz finger falls on tha real red button.] “Uh-oh.” [Suddenly tha air conditioner turns on, makin it straight-up cold on tha GLART.] “Okay, I just cranked tha AC, thatz not so bad, I be thinkin if I just press dis button.” [Presses another button.] Train: “Playing: Choo-choo mix.” [Da train starts blarin bangin music.] Vito: “Why is it so loud?!” Carl: “Gah! Turn it off! Turn it off!” ''[Hits another button, n' tha train speedz up. Carl gasps.] I need ta fix this!” [Pulls a lever]'' Train: “Train now goin express.” ''[Some passengers aint aiiight bout all dis bullshit. Da train entas tha express line.]'' Carl: “Oh-no,! What did I do!, biatch? Stop, train! Stop!” [In tha passenger car, playas can barely hold they balance.] Mrs. Kernicky: “What a workout.” [Stanley tries ta strutt towardz tha conductorz cabin yo, but is just slidin backwards.] Stanley: “Everyone, stay calm! I've been trained fo' these emergencies.” ''[Gets thrown ta tha straight-up back of tha hoopty as tha train speedz outta control. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Stanley gets pinned ta tha back of tha car, n' a load of suitcases gets pinned on top of him, followed by all tha passengers fo' realz. Adelaide gets thrown back too, n' landz on a sumo wrestler.]'' Adelaide: “Ooh, soft.” Carl: “Ah! Mista Muthafuckin Changz never gonna let me on his cold-ass train again.” [Dude looks back n' sees Adelaide.] “I know one of mah thugs whoz ass can help mah dirty ass.” ''[Lets go of tha conductorz chair n' lets his dirty ass git thrown back yo. Dude gets tha fuck into a superhero pose on tha way, n' sinks tha fuck into one of tha sumo wrestlerz stomachs, he pops out.]'' “Adelaide, how tha fuck do I stop dis thang?” Adelaide: [Still cross wit Carl.] “Whatz dat Froggy 2, biatch? Yo ass don't hear anything, biatch? Me neither.” Carl: “Adelaide, please, I need yo' help.” Adelaide: “Sorry, I only help playas, not playas whoz ass just use me ta git thangs.” Carl: [Begs] “I be straight-up sorry yo, but can you please help me son?” Adelaide: [Sighs] “Fine.” ''[Carl is satisfied. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Adelaide grabs Froggy 2 n' uses his ass n' his cold-ass tongue ta pull her muthafuckin ass n' Carl back ta tha conductorz cabin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch takes a seat n' looks all up in tha damage.]'' “So, you turned up tha AC, turned on mah dadz choo-choo mix, n' switched tha train ta tha express track. Nothang I can't fix.” [Bitch starts pressin buttons, dat dunkadelic hoe turns off tha air conditioner, n' tha choo-choo mix.] Carl: [Amazed] “Woah, you phat at this.” Adelaide: “I should be, I be a two-time balla of tha junior GLART award.” ''[Bitch then gets tha train off tha express track n' lowers tha speed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da passengers is thrown back tha fuck into they seats, includin Maybelle n' Vito, whose hairpiece landz on Big Tony, Vito quickly puts it back on.]'' Vito: “Oh, no one saw that.” ''[Da other passengers come off Mista Muthafuckin Chang, as do tha suitcases. Da train manages ta make its stop.]'' Sumo Wrestler: [As he n' his wild lil' playaz git off.] “Go ta tha hood you holla'd, it'll be funk you holla'd. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I wanted ta git all up in Dairyland.” [Back up in tha conductorz cabin, Stanley finally manages ta return.] Stanley: “Carl! What happened, biatch? I holla'd at you not ta bust a nut on anything.” Adelaide: “Sorry Dad, dat shiznit was a accident yo, but our crazy asses handled it fo' realz. And Carl saved yo' awards.” [Carl takes dem out.] Stanley: [Supa relieved, hugs his thugged-out awards.] “My fuckin babies!” [Realizes what tha fuck da ruffneck bustin.] “I mean as long as everyonez safe.” ''[Stanley leaves. Carl looks back at Adelaide, turns ta her, n' then looks away.]'' Carl: “This is straight-up hard fo' me ta say so he gonna say dat shit.” [Takes up El Falcon n' speaks all up in his muthafuckin ass.] “Thanks fo' stickin up fo' Carl, you way coola than tha pimpin' muthafucka thought, he'd be dirty ta be yo' playa.” Adelaide: [Pleased] “Really?” Carl: [Looks back] “Yeah, you straight-up saved mah booty todizzle, even afta I acted like a jerk yo, but I gots a way ta make it up ta you, biatch.”

[Later, up in tha Changs' crib, Carl n' Adelaide is chillin on tha floor, bustin superhero costumes.] Carl: “Supa Princesa, chronic is served.” [Da chronic n' dem scooby snacks is served by Carlz train.] Adelaide: “Pimp chronic partizzles is tha best!” [They smile at each other when suddenly there be a a ribbit fo' help.] Carl: [Gasps] “A damsel up in distress!” [Froggy 2 is tied ta tha tracks, n' tha train is coming.] Adelaide: “Don't worry Froggy 2!” Carl & Adelaide: “Adelaide n' Carl ta tha rescue!” ''[Adelaide untizzles Froggy 2 n' Carl grabs his ass before tha train goes by. Froggy 2 is relieved n' looks gangbanginly at Carl. Froggy 2 gives Carl a token of appreciation, much ta Carlz dismay.]'' Carl: [Deadpan] “Froggy kiss.” [Froggy 2 kisses Carl on tha head again, Adelaide laughs, n' Carl warms up ta Froggy 2.]

How to Train Your Carl
''[Nighttime up in tha hood, Ronnie Anne is up in her room, n' fills a thugged-out duffel bag wit hygienic shizzle. Carl n' CJ enta her room.]'' Carl: "Tonight is gonna be phat biaaatch! I didn't even know chillin over all up in tha zoo was a thang." Ronnie Anne: "I know, dat shiznit was so sick of Sidz momma ta invite us." Carl: "I be locked n loaded ta peep Keyon tha Komodo Dragon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Did yo dirty ass know komodos is tha last livin dinosaurs?" CJ: "I be locked n loaded ta hook up Bitsy tha Elephant, I brought her straight-up snack," [takes a ounce ta tha bounce of peanuts outta his bag.] Carl: "And I be bout ta brang mah straight-up snack, beef jerky." Sergio: [Squawks, n' flies in] "Pack these too," [drops a funky-ass bouquet of roses n' a envelope sealed wit a ass.] "they fo' mah hoe Priscilla." Ronnie Anne: [Zips up her bag] "Us thugs won't have time ta play Cupid fo' you, Sergio." [Bitch n' CJ muthafuckin bounce.] Carl: "Besides, dat bird dumped you dude." Sergio: [In denial] "It aint nuthin but fucked up."

''[At tha zoo, Ronnie Anne, CJ, n' Carl is on tha trip bus wit Sid n' Adelaide. Carl chantin 'Keyon'.]'' Ronnie Anne: "Whenz dis trip gonna start, Carlz goin bananas." Sid: "Soon, My fuckin momma just likes ta cook up a entrance." [Suddenly, n' elephant trumpets n' Becca comes ridin in, her big-ass booty slides down tha trunk n' flips up in front of tha bus, tha lil playas applaud.] Adelaide: "Funky-Ass Mom." CJ: "Bitsy!" [CJ holdz up some peanuts, n' Bitsy takes them, leavin some spit on CJz hand.] "I be never washin mah hand again." Becca: "Yo kids, locked n loaded ta have some fun?" [Everyone cheers] "Thanks fo' tha lift Bitsy." [They make elephant noises together, Becca wavin her arm like Bitsyz trunk, n' they do a hand/trunk shake.] "Back home, Girl." ''[Bitsy leaves. Becca grabs tha bus intercom.]'' "First up, is our night tour." [Everyone claps] Adelaide: "My fuckin favorite." Becca: "Our usual driver, Esteban, be at his thugged-out lil' prom tonight yo, but fillin up in fo' us, our crazy asses have..." [Mista Muthafuckin Chang boardz tha bus, announcin his dirty ass.] Stanley: "Two-time GLART conductor of tha month, Stanley Chang fo' realz. A fuck you, a fuck you, biatch." Sid: "Funky-Ass Dad." Becca: "Now, our laid-back asses just have one rule; Stay wit tha crew at all times." Carl: "Oh, oh, Mrs. Chang, when do we git ta peep Keyon?" Becca: "Oh, sorry Carl, komodo dragons is diurnal, they awake durin tha dizzle n' asleep at night, so our asses aint gonna be hittin' up his muthafuckin ass." [Carl grumblez a lil.] "Don't worry, we'll be seein fuckin shitloadz of other fascinatin muthafuckas tonight." [Everyone else cheers.] "Startin wit the-" ''[Just then Mista Muthafuckin Chang starts up tha bus n' floors dat shit. Mrs. Chang closes tha bus gate n' off they go.]'' "Honey, could you slow down?" Stanley: "Just seein what tha fuck dis sweet ride can do."

[Later, they is all up in a giant monkey cage.] Becca: "Yo, wuz crackalackin', biatch? Yo ass is smokin our night monkey habitat, as a treat, you muthafuckas is gonna git ta fuck wit Davy, Peter, Micky, n' Michael." [Each monkey drops up in by its name.] "Yo ass know, like tha band?" [Da lil playas have no clue what tha fuck she poppin' off about.] "Ah, you muthafuckas is too young." ''[Everyone strutts forward, except Carl whoz ass strutts backwardz n' slips away, grabbin a funky-ass basketbizzle on tha way up yo. Dude goes ta tha bus n' combines tha basketbizzle wit a spare tracksuit dat schmoooove muthafucka has.]'' Carl: "Okay, n' if I use this, n' this, n' a lil bit of that, it'll be perfect." [Dude draws his wild lil' grill on tha basketball, tightens tha hood n' addz his Keyon hat.] "Hmm, looks just like me, well, not like as thugged-out." ''[Carl maniacally laughs, n' then focuses, he looks round but don't peep dat he is, up in fact, bein peeped it, by tha fifth monkey up in tha cage, rockin his cold-ass tail as binoculars. Nico sees Carl put his beef jerky up in his thugged-out lil' pockets, n' smacks his fuckin lips thankin bout how tha fuck much da thug wants it yo. Dude gets a idea, n' put a makeshift dummy on his branch, n' admires it tha same way Carl did, maniacally laughs, n' focuses, da perved-out muthafucka swings his dirty ass all up in some fucked up bars all up in tha top of tha cage, n' landz on tha seat above Carl as he finishin up wit his own dummy.]'' "Go away monkey. Can't you peep I be busy?" ''[Nico takes one of tha jerkies outta Carlz pocket. Carl aint aiiight bout dat shit.]'' "Yo thatz mah snack!" ''[Carl takes it back before Nico smokes dat shit. Nico blows raspberries at Carl, Carl do tha same, Nico screeches at Carl, n' Carl do tha same, scarin Nico off. To tha dummy.]'' "See you later, I be off ta find Keyon." ''[Carl turns tha dummies head ta tha side, n' dives outta tha bus, landin face-first on tha ground, dat schmoooove muthafucka headz off, n' Nico bigs up. just as tha others leave tha cage.]'' Becca: "Alright, itz time ta say peace out ta tha monkeys n' move on ta our next stop on tha tour." [Looks back] "Okay, quick headcount." [Starts wit tha monkey playin musical instruments.] "One, two, three, four, hmm... five." [Points ta Nicoz dummy] "Perfect, aiiight kids, whoz ass wants ta high five a hippo?" ''[Da dummyz head falls off fo' realz. All tha lil playas agree, n' Stanley takes off.]''

[Meanwhile, Carl is lookin at a zoo sign fo' directions, looks around, n' head off up in one erection.] Carl: "I be thinkin tha Komodo dragon exhibit is dis way." ''[Dude strutts tha fuck into a thugged-out darker area of tha zoo. When itz pitch black, a set of orange eyes appears up in front of him, he yelps.]'' "It aint nuthin but all gravy Carl, you not afraid of one lil animal." [Suddenly even mo' eyes appear, includin two giant red ones.] "Yo ass be afraid of that!" [Carl runs off screaming, n' runs right all up in a pile of brown stuff.] "This dirt smells weird." [Sniffs n' realizes] "Gah!" [Shakes it off] "Not dirt son! Not dirt!" ''[Just then, Nico returns wit a spray forty n' rag yo. Dude helps Carl clean off, n' flourishes. But Carlz not pleased.]'' "Yo ass again, biatch? Vete biaaatch! I work ridin' solo." [Carl strutts off yo, but Nico flings shizzle at his ass n' he falls over.] "I don't give a fuck bout monkeys."

[Back all up in tha bus.] Adelaide: "Ooh, looks Carl, a funky-ass baby sloth." ''[Points ta holla'd sloth, whoz ass slowly smilez at dem wild-ass muthafuckas fo' realz. Adelaide notices Carlz lack of response; sassily.] "What, biatch? Is you too cool'' fo' sloths?" [Da dummy falls forward, confusin Adelaide.] Sid: "Yeah, what tha fuck up Carl, biatch? Yo ass is on tha down-low tonight." Ronnie Anne: "I say our laid-back asses just trip off it while it lasts." [All four laugh.]

[Meanwhile, Carl pops outta a funky-ass bush n' looks around.] Carl: "Maybe Keyon was dis way. Yah!" ''[Covers his crazy-ass grill when his schmoooove ass comes across some chillin, smelly, muthafuckas yo. Dude ushers his way round dem wild-ass muthafuckas.]'' "Sick skunks, don't mind me, just passin through." [Carl gets round dem n' is relieved when suddenly, Nico jumps on his muthafuckin ass.] "Monkey, no." [Nico takes tha jerky again yo, but Carl takes it back.] "Quit it! It aint nuthin but mah beef jerky." ''[Nico gets mad n' screeches as bangin as his schmoooove ass can, wakin tha mad salty skunks. Nico runs n' tha skunks target Carl.]'' "At least tha skunk smell covers up tha shizzle smell."

[Back all up in tha bus.] Adelaide: "Ooh, look, Carl, aint dat Sergioz hoe, Priscilla?" [Points ta tha ostrich.] Ronnie Anne: "Ex-girlfriend." Sid: "Talk bout squawk-ward." [Da two laugh.] Adelaide: [Shakez Carlz head] "Carl, look." [Da basketbizzle falls off Carlz dummy, Adelaide n' CJ is straight-up mixed up by this.] CJ: "Carlz head fell tha git tha fuck outta mah grill wit dat bullshit his body." [Ronnie Anne, Sid, n' Mista Muthafuckin & Mrs. Chang gasp.] Ronnie Anne: "I knew Carl couldn't be on tha down-low fo' dat long." Sid: "Dude must have snuck off ta peep Keyon." Becca: "Yo ass lil playas stay wit Mista Muthafuckin Chang n' finish tha tour, I be bout ta find Carl." [Becca make elephant noises n' holdz up a arm, Bitsy takes it n' carries Becca away.] Stanley: "So, whoz ass wants ta peep how tha fuck fast dis thang can go?" [Everyone raises they hand.]

[Meanwhile, Carl is hustlin along, n' comes across suttin' on tha ground.] Carl: "Sweet, a zoo map." [Looks at it] "Now I be bout ta find Keyon fo' sure." [Dude turns it around yo, but gets it snatched, by Nico, whoz ass blows raspberries at his ass again.] "Yo dawwwwg! Give dat back, I need that." [Carl starts wrestlin Nico fo' tha map, n' wins.] "Ha! Gotta be quicker than dat ta beat Carl Casa-" [Suddenly, tha giraffe picks up tha map, Takin Carl n' Nico too, both of dem scream on tha way up.] "No jirafa, no." [Carl n' Nico start beatboxin again yo, but tha giraffe puts dem down gently, next ta a sign Carl was lookin fo' n' starts smokin tha map.] "Yo, tha komodo dragon exhibit is dat way. Thanks jirafa." [Da giraffe sneezes on Carl, Nico laughs hysterically.] "Blech, playa I be straight-up gonna need a funky-ass bath later." [Carl shakes it off, n' dat schmoooove muthafucka headz off, followed by Nico.]

[At tha Komodo dragon exhibit, Bitsy n' Becca arrive, n' peep nothing.] Becca: "Hmm, no Carl, come on Bitsy, we'll gotta go back n' track his muthafuckin ass." ''[They head off fo' realz. At tha anteata habitat, tha anteata smokes some ants, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Bitsy make trumpet noises ta tha anteater, n' tha anteata cook up some fuckin right back, Bitsy points up in tha other direction. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Becca gestures Bitsy ta go dat way. They arrive all up in tha pile of poop, n' Becca sniffs dat shit.]'' "Still fresh his schmoooove ass can't be too far." [To Bitsy] "Yo ass check Panda Paradise, I be bout ta look up in African Adventure. Okay, just like we practiced." ''[Bitsy throws Becca up in tha air. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Becca make condor sounds, n' a cold-ass lil condor comes n' takes her away. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch looks around, n' gestures fo' tha bird ta let her down. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch landz net ta a hippo, n' shines a gangbangin' flashlight up in its grill, Carlz not there, ao she pets tha hippo n' leaves. Meanwhile, Bitsy shows a photo of Carl ta tha pandas yo, but they don't give a fuck where he is, Bitsy leaves. One panda tries ta grab a funky-ass branch but falls, tha other one laughs so hard he falls like a muthafucka. Next, Becca comes outta a kangaroo pouch wit her binoculars, n' then tha other kangaroo. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch standz on a high rock, looks round n' gasps, her big-ass booty sees Carl n' Nico run past.]'' "Bingo." [Meanwhile, Carl n' Nico hear a sound behind dem wild-ass muthafuckas.] Carl: [Looks n' gasps] "Zoo cops, they on ta us." [A silhouette comes hustlin towardz dem wit a gangbangin' flashlight.] Nico: "Uh-oh." [Gets on Carl] Carl: "Monkey, we gotta hide." ''[Nico looks round n' points all up in tha bench. Da two dive underneath it n' keep on tha fuckin' down-low, Becca is standin right on top of them, Nico gets a idea, tha pimpin' muthafucka takes up a funky-ass bunch of bananas.]'' "How tha fuck can you smoke at a time like this?" [Nico throws tha bananas tha other way, which cook up a noise.] Becca: "Huh?" [Goes ta tha noise] Carl: [Impressed] "Yo, thatz rockin yo' coco monkey, maybe you not a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shitty-ass partner afta all." ''[Da two fist bump, n' head off. They make it ta tha Komodo dragon exhibit.]'' "Yes muthafucka! We made dat shiznit son!" [Looks around] "Look, there be a Keyon." [Points ta tha chillin Komodo.] "Yo, Keyon, wake up, itz Carl, yo' future dopest playa." [Keyon continues ta snore, Carl takes off his jacket.] "Yo dawwwwg! Wake up!" [Carl swings his jacket up in tha air, makin beatboxin sounds.] "Git up lizard!" ''[Dude continues wailing, n' a piece of jerky flies outta his jacket. Nico sees it, he cook up a ass shape wit his cold-ass tail n' his crazy-ass grill starts watering. Da jerky landz right up in front of Keyon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Carl continues makin noise.]'' "Monkey, is you gonna help me up here?" [Carl realizes dat Nico aint there n' looks around.] "Huh, biatch? Monkey, what tha fuck is you bustin?" [Nico is sneakin tha fuck into tha exhibit fo' tha jerky, Carl waves his thugged-out arms tryin ta git his thugged-out attention yo, but Nico grabs tha jerky.] "Forget tha jerky, git outta there, get, out, of, there." [Nico do a victory dance.] "I aint playing!" [Nico takes tha wrapper off tha jerky n' throws it away, it landz up in Keyonz head n' wakes his ass up, Keyon is straight-up mad at Nico yo, but Nico, unaware, just sits down n' eats.] "I know I'ma be up in so much shiznit but..." [As bangin as his schmoooove ass can] "Help! Cilio! Zoo cops muthafucka! Every Muthafucka!" [Da ground starts ta shake, n' Bitsy arrives, jumps down next ta Carl.] Becca: "Carl, what tha fuck be happenin, biatch? Is you aiiight?" Carl: "I be fine, itz tha monkey." [Keyonz grill is waterin above Nico, whoz ass smells tha saliva, dips tha jerky up in it, n' continues smokin.] "Keyonz bout ta smoke his ass n' itz all mah fault." Becca: "Don't worry, I be bout ta handle all dis bullshit. Bitsy, peep Carl" ''[Bitsy salutes n' grabs Carl wit his cold-ass trunk, Becca goes up in n' takes cover behind a log. Keyon snarls at Nico, just as he finishes tha jerky. Carl n' Bitsy gasp. Becca rips a funky-ass branch off tha log n' prepares ta throw dat shit.]'' "Nico run!" ''[Bitch throws tha branch, proppin Keyonz grill open, Nico realizes dat he bout ta git eaten, screams n' runs before Keyon snaps tha branch. Becca dives n' grabs Nico before Keyon jumps on his muthafuckin ass. Keyon gets up n' snarls again.]'' Carl: "I can't look." ''[Dude n' Bitsy cover they eyes but take a lil peek. Becca takes up a funky-ass bone. Keyon snarls at first yo, but then is rather buckwild bout tha bone.]'' Becca: [Tosses it] "Go fetch." [Keyon goes afta tha bone.] Carl: [Amazed, gasps] "Fuck dat shit, how tha fuck do I git dat thang?" [Bitsy takes up a application n' gives it ta Carl; deadpan.] "A thang application, how tha fuck obvious." [Carl looks all up in tha application, while Becca n' Nico pet Keyon.]

[Later, Carl is back wit tha others, spittin some lyrics ta dem bout tha whole thang.] Carl: "Dude was as big-ass as dis tram, wit teeth as big-ass as yo' head, n' right when da thug was bout ta smoke tha monkey, Mrs. Chang swooped up in n' saved him, she like a thugged-out dragon tamer." Adelaide & Sid: "Funky-Ass Mom." Carl: "I would have helped yo, but, uh, I was bustin tha wack shoes." Ronnie Anne: [Sarcastically] "Uh-huh, shizzle Carl. But we is glad you aiiight." Becca: "Me too yo, but I be thinkin you n' I need ta git a lil chat, Carl." Carl: [Goes over ta Becca] "I be sorry as a muthafucka I didn't stay wit tha crew Mrs. Chang, I KNOW if you wanna call mah muthafathas n' have dem pick me up." Becca: "I guess I could do dat yo, but I have another idea yo. How tha fuck bout you help up all up in tha zoo fo' a cold-ass lil couple days, biatch? That way you can learn bout tha muthafuckas n' peep why our crazy asses have our rules." Carl: [Gasps] "Really, biatch? I'd ludd to. Can I help feed Keyon, biatch? Or give his ass a funky-ass bath?" Becca: [Giggles] "I be thinkin we can work suttin' out." Carl: "Yes!" CJ: "Thatz yo' punishment, biatch? I wanna help like a muthafucka." [Takes a step away from tha bus.] "Look, I aint wit tha group." Becca: "Okay CJ, you can help like a muthafucka." [To Carl] "Ready ta say peace out ta yo' playa?" Carl: [Fist bumps Nico, whoz back up in his cage.] "Adios monkey, glad you didn't become dragon chow." Becca: "Alright, letz git you muthafuckas ta tha campground." [Bitch n' Carl git all up in tha bus, Nico waves peace out.] "All Y'all ready?" Everyone: "Campground hommie! Campground hommie! Campground!" [Meanwhile, all up in tha ostrich habitat, Sergio has a funky-ass bouquet of roses yo, but dat biiiiatch won't even peep his muthafuckin ass.] Sergio: [Desparate] "Priscilla, rap ta me, I've chizzled." [Priscilla takes one peep Sergio, n' puts her head up in tha ground.]

List of The Casagrandes characters - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
(ASTRA NOTE! - Sorry for putting so much Casagrandes stuff onto this page I just think it's really funny)

Da Casagrande crew
Da Casagrandes is a Mexican Gangsta crew of charactas whoz ass is tha extended crew of tha Santiagos. While tha Casagrandes step tha fuck up in multiple episodez of Da Loud House, they lata gained they own spin-off show. Well shiiiit, it is revealed up in both shows dat tha Casagrandes live up in fictionizzle Great Lakes Citizzle which is three minutes away from Royal Woodz n' up in a neighborin state.

Ronnie Anne Santiago
Ronalda "Ronnie" Anne Santiago (voiced by Breanna Yde up in S1E15B-S3E21, Izabella Alvarez up in S4E1-present) is tha 11-year-old sista of Bobby. Dat hoe a tomboy whoz ass rides hard fo' skateboarding, playin vizzle games, n' pranks. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch wears a purple sweatshirt, jean shorts, a white tank top, purple Nikes n' pink socks. Ronnie Anne has a cold-ass lil close playa named Lincoln, whoz ass is tha only brutha of Bobbyz hoe Lori fo' realz. A hustlin gag is dat one gangmember of either her or Lincolnz crew refers ta one of dem as tha otherz boyfriend/girlfriend which they both instantly deny.

Bobby Santiago
Roberto Alejandro Martinez-Millan Luis "Bobby" Santiago Jr. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. (voiced by Carlos PenaVega) be a 17-year-old pimp whoz ass is tha olda brutha of Ronnie Anne yo. Dude wears blue jeans, brown shoes, a funky-ass black belt, a cold-ass lil cream T-shirt n' a chronic hoodie over dat shit. Bobby has a hoe named Lori, whoz ass lives wit her 10 other siblings. Bobby n' Lori managed ta find a way ta make they relationshizzle work despite Bobby havin ta move away from tha place they both lived in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Dude currently works up in tha Casagrande crew bodega as cheddaier n' stockboy fo' realz. As peeped up in "Citizzle Slickers" n' "Da Spies Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck Loved Me," Bobby pimped a tendency ta git trapped up in tha dairy freezer.

Maria Casagrande-Santiago
Maria Casagrande-Santiago (voiced by Sumalee Montano) is Ronnie Anne n' Bobbyz mother, Carlos' sister, n' Rosa n' Hectorz daughter n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch works as a nurse at a local hospitizzle. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. When tha Santiagoz move ta Great Lakes City, Maria works all up in tha local hospitizzle as a emergency room nurse. Throughout tha series, her ass is shown ta have childish arguments wit her brutha Carlos.

Arturo Santiago
Dr fo' realz. Arturo Santiago (voiced by Eugenio Derbez) is Bobby n' Ronnie Annez daddy whoz ass works as a thugged-out doctor at Physicians wit Missions whoz ass have they headquartas up in Great Lakes Citizzle yo. Dude is currently operatin up in Peru where dat schmoooove muthafucka helped ta build a hospitizzle. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack fo' realz. Arturoz work is was horny bout by Carlos Casagrande n' Hector Casagrande pimps a scowlin look when round his ass implyin dat da thug was not pleased wit Maria n' Arturoz divorce.

In "Operation Dad," Arturo visits Great Lakes Citizzle fo' a cold-ass lil conference causin Ronnie Anne ta find a way ta make his ass move up in afta roughin it fo' some time fo' realz. Afta some attempts fail, Ronnie Anne was able ta peep his ass off. Upon lookin all up in tha scrapbook she left him, Arturo contacts his boss at Physician Without Missions ta let his ass work at Great Lakes Cityz Physicians Without Missions HQ while another doctor covers fo' his muthafuckin ass.

Rosa Casagrande
Rosa Casagrande (voiced by Sonia Manzano) is Ronnie Anne n' Bobbyz grandmother, Maria n' Carlos' mother, n' Lupe n' Lazaroz daughter n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch is tha matriarch of tha Casagrande crew n' tha buildin manager of they crib building. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch be a skilled cook n' uses a variety of home remedies ta heal playas n' ward off spirits.

Hector Casagrande
Hector Rodrigo Casagrande-Guiterrez (voiced by Ruben Garfias) is Ronnie Anne n' Bobbyz grandfather n' Maria n' Carlos' daddy n' shiznit yo. Dude is tha patriarch of tha Casagrande crew n' tha proprietor of tha Casagrande Mercado on tha ground floor of tha crewz crib buildin yo. Hector is ghetto hypey n' knows how tha fuck ta play tha boombox while also havin his own band. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! In "Battle of tha Grandpas", it is revealed dat Hector used ta be a funky-ass bull rider up in his youth.

Carlos Casagrande
Carlos Casagrande (voiced by Carlos Alazraqui) is Ronnie Anne n' Bobbyz uncle, Mariaz brother, n' Rosa n' Hectorz son. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Dude be a gangbangin' daddy of four n' works as a pimp at a local university. Carlos readz nuff books n' can dispense rather inane trivia. In "Goin Overboard," dat shiznit was revealed dat da thug was a ghettofab skata up in college yo. Dude had ta stop afta marryin Frida.

Frida Puga-Casagrande
Frida Puga-Casagrande (voiced by Roxana Ortega) is Ronnie Anne n' Bobbyz aunt n' Carlos' hoe. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch be a avid artist n' pornographer whoz ass gets wack over a variety of mundane moments, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. In "Miss Step," it is revealed dat Frida be a expert at Baile Folklorico yo. Her maiden name is named afta staff member Miguel Puga.

Carlota Casagrande
Carlota Casagrande (voiced by Alexa PenaVega) is tha eldest of Carlos n' Fridaz children, they only daughter, Rosa n' Hectorz granddaughter, n' tha cousin of Bobby n' Ronnie Anne. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch be a admirer of vintage fashizzle n' has a gangbangin' followin on hood media.

Carlos "CJ" Casagrande Jr.
Carlos "CJ" Casagrande Jr. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. (voiced by Jared Kozak) is tha second eldest n' tha eldest thug of Carlos n' Fridaz children, Rosa n' Hectorz grandson, n' tha cousin of Bobby n' Ronnie Anne yo. Dude started doin thangs wit Down syndrome n' possesses a straight-up sunny disposition. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. CJ loves ta play pretend game n' likes pirates. Da episode "Short Cut" reveals dat CJ is phat at cuttin hair.

Carlino "Carl" Casagrande
Carlino "Carl" Casagrande (voiced by Alex Cazares) is tha second youngest of Carlos n' Fridaz children, Rosa n' Hectorz grandson, n' tha cousin of Bobby n' Ronnie Anne yo. Dude has a selfish n' macho personalitizzle n' hatches a variety of git rich quick schemes yo, but is ultimately straight-up childish. Carl likes ta fuck wit toys, especially trains. In addition, he also has a cold-ass lil crush on Lori much ta tha dismay of Lori n' Bobby. In "Slink or Swim," Carl was revealed ta not be able ta swim until Bobby taught his ass up in exchange dat Carl teaches his ass how tha fuck ta tie his shoes.

Carlitos Casagrande
Carlitos Casagrande (voiced by Roxana Ortega up ta Da Casagrandes ep. 6A, Cristina Milizia from ep. 7 onward) is tha youngest of Carlos n' Fridaz children, Rosa n' Hectorz grandson n' tha cousin of Ronnie Anne yo. Dude has noticeably orange afro n' a propensitizzle ta mimic dem round his muthafuckin ass yo. Dude is just beginnin ta learn how tha fuck ta rap as peeped up in "Copy Can't."

Casagrande crew pets

 * Sergio (voiced by Carlos Alazraqui) - Sergio is tha Casagrande crewz pet scarlet macaw yo. Dude has a sassy personalitizzle n' acts like a alarm clock yo. Dude is named afta cartoonist Sergio Aragonés, hyped fo' his work up in Mad Magazine.
 * Lalo (vocal effects provided by Dee Bradley Baker) - Lalo is tha Casagrande crewz pet Gangsta Mastiff. Despite his big-ass size, tha pimpin' muthafucka tendz ta git scared doggystyle yo. Dude is named afta cartoonist Lalo Alcaraz whoz ass is hyped fo' his strip La Cucaracha, his wild lil' fuckin editorial cartoons, n' his work on dis show as a cold-ass lil creatizzle consultant n' writer.

Da Chang crew
Da Changs is a Chinese Gangsta crew dat arrive up in Great Lakes Citizzle n' moved tha fuck into Apartment 3A above tha Casagrandes' crib.

Sid Chang
Sid Chang (voiced by Leah Mei Gold) is tha 12-year-old daughta of Stanley n' Becca Chang, Adelaidez olda sister, n' Ronnie Annez dopest playa n' neighbor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. In "Friended hommie! wit tha Casagrandes," tha two of hook up n' quickly become dopest playas. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sid always wants ta try freshly smoked up thangs. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch be also a expert at robotics.

Stanley Chang
Stanley Chang (voiced by Ken Jeong) is tha Chinese daddy of Sid n' Adelaide yo. Dude works as a subway conductor up in Great Lakes Cityz subway system called tha GLART (short fo' Great Lakes Area Rapid Transit).

Becca Chang
Becca Chang (voiced by Melizzla Joan Hart) is tha mutha of Sid n' Adelaide n' tha hoe of Stanley. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch works as a zoologist. Da episode "How tha fuck ta Train Yo crazy-ass Carl" reveals dat Becca is currently hustlin all up in tha Great Lakes Citizzle Zoo.

Adelaide Chang
Adelaide Chang (voiced by Lexi Sexton) is tha six-year-old sista of Sid. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Sid raps bout her as a "professionizzle sass bucket." Adelaide can be wack as peeped up in "Croaked" when her pet froggy frog Froggy took a dirt nap.

Froggy 2
Froggy 2 (vocal effects provided by Dee Bradley Baker) be a gangbangin' froggy frog whoz ass is Adelaidez pet n' tha successor of Froggy.

Breakfast Bot
Breakfast Bot (voiced by Carlos Alazraqui) be a robot pimped by Sid Chang whoz ass has a toasta fo' a cold-ass lil chest n' upper back, a toasta oven fo' a abdomen n' lower back, a spatula fo' a right hand, a whisk fo' a left hand, n' one wheel instead of legs yo. Dude be also called Dennis.

Recurring
This section lists dem playas whoz ass recurred up in Da Casagrandes where a shitload of dem first rocked up in tha Casagrande-based episodez of Da Loud House: (whatever tha hell dat means -Astra) Nelson (vocal effects provided by Eric Bauza) - A Bearded Collie owned by Mista Muthafuckin Nakamura yo. Dude is revealed ta be allergic ta bees n' is often trained ta be a funky-ass betta pet by his balla n' shit. In "Never Friendin Story," it is revealed dat Nelson can't smoke almondz as it make his ass shizzle all muthafuckin day.
 * Becky (voiced by Abby Trott) - A hoe at Cesar Chavez Academy whoz ass is tha fuck into maxed wrestling.
 * Bruno (voiced by Eric Bauza) - A bangin' dawg vendor whoz ass owns a funky-ass bangin' dawg stand called "Hawt Dog."
 * Casey (voiced by Christian Simon) - Da def Cuban-Gangsta skateboardin playa of Ronnie Anne whoz ass wears a cold-ass lil checkered basebizzle basebizzle cap backwards.
 * Gina Galiano (voiced by Elizabeth Bond) - Ronnie Annez homeroom mackdaddy at Cesar Chavez Academy.
 * Margarita (voiced by Krizia Bajos) - A Puerto Rican hairdresser whoz ass resides up in Apartment 4B of tha Casagrandez crib building. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch is tha proprietor of a salon called "Margaritaz Beauty" dat be across tha street from her crib buildin n' often shares some ghetto hype wit Hector when da hoe buys some thangs all up in tha Casagrande Mercado.
 * Fluffy n' Picklez - Margaritaz pet dawgs. Fluffy be a Scottish Terrier whoz ass can only smoke organic chickens while Picklez be a pug whoz ass likes ta play up in mud puddles.
 * Laird (voiced by Shizzle Kenin) - A clumsy n' awkward hustla at Cesar Chavez Academy wit cone-shaped afro whoz ass is one of Ronnie Annez playaz n' was formerly home-schooled. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Laird is prone ta bein a sucka of various misfortunes dat happen ta his muthafuckin ass. In "Home Improvement", it is revealed dat Laird lives up in a mansion.
 * Maybelle (voiced by Telma Hopkins) �" An coffin dodgin' African Gangsta biatch wit sunglasses n' a picky n' demandin personalitizzle whoz ass be a regular hustla all up in tha Casagrande Mercado. In "Do tha Fruit Shake", dat shiznit was revealed dat Maybelle was part of a musical trio called tha Tropical Fruits under tha stage name of Mango.
 * Miranda (voiced by Cristina Pucelli) - A resident of Apartment 4D of tha Casagrandez crib building. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch is shown ta be phat at playin hacky sack. In "Flight Plan", it is revealed dat Miranda dislikes horror pornos.
 * Georgia (voiced by Shondalia White) - Da roommate of Miranda. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch be a expert at makin doggy den of cards.
 * Ninja (vocal effects provided by Fred Tatasciore) - A St. Bernard whoz ass is owned by Miranda n' Georgia yo. Dude has a tendency ta chill up in any location.
 * Mista Muthafuckin Nakamura (voiced by Bruce Locke) - A Japanese Gangsta playa whoz ass lives up in Apartment 4C of tha Casagrandez crib building.
 * Cory Nakamura (voiced by Eric Bauza) - Da teenage lil hustla of Mista Muthafuckin Nakamura whoz ass be a expert gamer n' shit. Da episode "Store Wars wit tha Casagrandes" reveals dat he be a insomniac.
 * Mista Muthafuckin Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Scully (voiced by Phil LaMarr) - An African-Gangsta playa whoz ass is tha landlord of tha crib buildin where tha Casagrandes live. Rosa works fo' his ass as tha buildin manager.
 * Mrs. Flores (voiced by Michelle C. Bonilla) - A biatch whoz ass lives up in Apartment 3B of tha Casagrandez crib building.
 * Alexis Flores (voiced by Nika Futterman up in S4E2B of Da Loud House-S1E20A of Da Casagrandes, Diego Olmeda up in S210A-Present) - Da lil hustla of Mrs. Flores whoz ass skits tha tuba.
 * Buttercup - Mrs. Flores' pet chihuahua. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch has a tendency ta smoke anythang up in sight.
 * Mrs. Kernicky (voiced by Lauri Fraser) - An coffin dodgin' biatch whoz ass resides up in Apartment 4A of tha Casagrandez crib building. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch rides hard fo' hustlin out. Da episode "A Straight-up Casagrandes Chrizzle" reveals dat she be a gangmember of tha Polar Bear Club where they trip off cold swimming.
 * Nikki (voiced by Nate Dogg Coughlin) - A tall, skateboardin hoe whoz ass is playaz wit Ronnie Anne.
 * Par (voiced by Sunil Malhotra) - A produce delivery pimp whoz ass delivers produce ta tha Casagrande Mercado. In "Da Never-Friendin Story," it is revealed dat Par be a thrill-seeker all up in tha time when Bobby make playaz wit his ass cuz of tha fact dat they use tha same afro cream n' have long-distizzle hoes wit his ass havin a hoe named Dori whoz ass lives up in New York. In "Mexican Makeover", it is revealed dat Par can big-ass up heavy metal beatz. Drop dis like itz hot! In "Karate Chops", it is revealed dat Par runs a karate dojo as itz sensei as da thug works ta git mo' playas ta take his karate classes.
 * Sameer (voiced by Makana Say up in S3E5A of Da Loud House, S1E03A -S1E15B of Da Casagrandes, Nour Jude Assaf up in S1E18B-S2E14) - One of Ronnie Annez skateboardin playaz whoz ass game a missin tooth n' big-ass afro yo. Dude is revealed ta have previously lived up in Kansas.
 * Sancho (vocal effects provided by Sunil Malhotra) - A deformed pigeon whoz ass is Sergioz dopest playa.
 * Street Pussies - A clowder of vicious black pussies dat reside up in Great Lakes City. They often terrorize tha Casagrandes.
 * Vito Filliponio (voiced by Carlos Alazraqui) - An coffin dodgin' Italian Gangsta playa whoz ass be a regular hustla all up in tha Casagrande Mercado yo. Dude often shares some ghetto hype wit Hector. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Da episode "New Roomie" reveals dat Vito be a expert at makin meatballs n' can do opera rappin up in his chill.
 * Big Tony n' Little Sal (vocal effects provided by Shizzle Kenin) - Vitoz two pet dachshunds. Big Tony often chases squirrels while Little Sal be thinkin he a cold-ass lil cat.

I FUCKING HATE WALMART
I fuckin don't give a fuck bout Walmart. Da entire fuckin store is run by meth headz n' kept kickin it by obese riddled fuckin Scoota people. If you can strutt down a isle without seein some kind of package fuckin ripped open, you shizzle as a muthafucka aren't at Walmart. If you can make it all up in tha regista lines without bustin half yo' fuckin dizzle behind a overweight lil pimp beatboxin fo' another can of god-damned diet Coke, you shizzle as a muthafucka aren't at Walmart. If you can rap ta a hommie without physically recoilin from tha intense fuckin stench of they breath, or tha horrid sight of they fuckin meth teeth, you shizzle as a muthafucka aren't at Walmart. If you can last up in dat store fo' mo' than five fuckin minutes without pimpin suicidal tendencies, you shizzle as a muthafucka aren't at Walmart.

FAMILY GUY ATTACKS BOJACK HORSEMAN!!!! DID FAMILY GUY GO TOO FAR!!!????
"Normal lyrics yo, but a cold-ass lil cow muthafucka!" Noooo!!! Yo ass cannot say that, crew muthafucka!!! Bojack Horseman be a much mo' intelligent, mo' sophisticated show, fuck you crew muthafucka, how tha fuck dare you mock Bo Jack Horse Man!!!! Family muthafucka is tryin so hard ta stay relevant!!!! Family muthafucka is so irrelevant dat I write four page essays on how tha fuck much I don't give a fuck bout dat shiznit son!!!! Family muthafucka, fuck you crew muthafucka!!!! Yo ass have upset all tha Bojack Horseman fans!!! Fuck you, nahmean biiiatch?!!! Yo ass have angered tha Bojack Horseman fans!!! I'ma fuckin say it, crew muthafucka sucks dick!!! Okay well maybe not as much dick as I suck cuz I gots a straight-up boner fo' suckin dick but crew muthafucka sucks. I don't give a fuck bout you crew muthafucka!!!! When I saw dis freaky freaky act on tv I had ta tell all mah playaz n' crew n' coworker n' shit. I gots a high iq, I gots a anime flava picture n' I wanna be a lawyer when I grow up, so you know I be a pimpin' fuckin smart-ass muthafucka. I play mountain blade n' I drank mountain dew so you know im a pimpin' sophisticated dude ok. I know what tha fuck I mean when I say this: fuck you crew muthafucka!!! Fuck you, do not make funk of Bojack Horseman you lil playaz of biiiatches!! I, u/bojackhorsemanfan420 will go on a hunger strike until seth macfarlane apologizes fo' dat insensitizzle jab!! Fuck you crew muthafucka!!!

Chuu
Kim Ji-woo (Korean: 김지우; Hanja: 金智雨; born October 20, 1999), known professionally as Chuu (Korean: 츄), be a Downtown Korean thug n' televizzle personality. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch be a gangmember of tha hoe crew Loona n' its sub-unit, Loona yyxy, both formed by Blockberry Creative.

Early game
Chuu started doin thangs on October 20, 1999 up in Cheongju, Uptown Chungcheong, Downtown Korea. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch is tha eldest of three children, wit two younger brothers fo' realz. As Chuu grew up, dat freaky freaky biatch had always wanted ta be a thug n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch would often git all up in recitalz of her mother, whoz ass trained vocal beatz. Drop dis like itz hot! Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch has sung "Halo" by Beyoncé all up in tha entertainment agencyz audition. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Her stage name "Chuu" is derived from sayin her given name doggystyle fo' realz. As a cold-ass lil child, Chuu did taekwondo n' gots a third-degree black belt while attendin Cheongjuz Saet-byul Elementary school (Korean: 샛별초등학교) n' San-nam Middle school (Korean: 산남중학교).

Loona
On December 14, 2017, Chuu was revealed as tha tenth gangmember of tha Korean idol hoe crew Loona fo' realz. As part of tha groupz pre-debut release game, on December 28, she busted out her self-titled single mixtape wit "Heart Attack" as its title track. Chuu reached number 8 on tha Gaon Album Chart. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was introduced as part of Loonaz third sub-unit Loona yyxy. Da sub-unit includes thugz Yves, Gowon n' Olivia Hye, n' they EP, Beauty & tha Beat, busted out May 30, 2018, reached number 4 on tha Gaon Album Chart.

Loona officially debuted as a gangbangin' full ensemble wit tha pre-release digital single, "Favorite" on August 7, 2018. On August 20, tha crew busted out they debut EP, [+ +] wit "Yo High" as its lead single fo' realz. Az of June 2021, tha crew has busted out four EPs, all of which charted on Gaon.

In February 2018, she n' her Loona groupmate Kim Lip busted tha fuck outta Hanlim Multi Art School.

Televizzle game
On May 10, 2019, Chuu made her actin debut n' starred up in tha wizzy drama Mackin Class as Han Eun-sol. In July ta September, dat thugged-out biiiatch co-hosted tha second season of tha variety show Insane Quiz Show wit MJ of Astro n' Illhoon of BtoB. Da show brangs up in two celebritizzle guests each episode n' have dem partake wit dem up in various challenges.

In January 2020, Chuu rocked up at MBCz 2020 Lunar New Year Idol Star Championships. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat MBC was inundated wit jive-ass shiznit cuz dat shiznit was discovered dat a thug staff pulled her hair.

In March 2020, Chuu competed up in Mackdaddy of Mask Singer under tha name "Sprin Girl", a cold-ass lil characta whoz ass dressed up in a sprang tracksuit wit flowers up in her afro n' a gangbangin' flat paper mask dat covers her eyes n' grill. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was eliminated up in tha second of tha two minutez of competition. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. In December, dat thugged-out biiiatch co-starred up in Hustlin Hoes, a Mnet show where five K-pop idols form a hustlin crew n' hook up different hustlin courses up in Korea. Da other idols include Hani (EXID), Sunmi (Wonder Hoes), Chungha (I.O.I), n' YooA (Oh My fuckin Girl).

In March 2021, Chuu was a regular panelist up in tha Channel A show Steel Troops where dat thugged-out biiiatch comments on crews from Koreaz armed forces competin against each other n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch rocked up as a model fo' a televizzle commercial of Dong-a Otsukaz Pocari Sweat. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch also rocked up in a televizzle commercial of Samsung Galaxy Store up in May 2021 n' Downtown Korean chicken brand "Chicken Maru". Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch participated up in tha realitizzle documentary show Law of tha Jungle fo' tha episodes titled "Sprin Special up in Jeju". Chuuz imitation of rockfish when she rocked up on tha show also became a topic of conversation.

Other ventures
In addizzle ta rappin n' participatin up in televizzle shows, Chuu hosts her own wizzy series on YallTube called Chuu Can Do It where her big-ass booty spreadz awarenizz bout tha need ta protect tha earth all up in environmentally thugged-out practices. Chuu hosted Hauteur, a wizzy series dat was made up in collaboration wit Lotte Department Store ta help promote they store among generation Z.

Bullyin allegations
In tha wake of a wave of bullyin accusations against various starz of tha K-pop industry, Chuu was one of tha playas whoz ass was accused of school bullyin up in February 2021. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat tha accuser apologized fo' tha false fronts, as they turned up ta be groundless afta her agencyz Blockberry Creatizzle announced dat they would be takin legal action against tha accuser.

Twice
Twice (Korean: 트와이스; Japanese: トゥワイス), commonly stylized as TWICE, be a Downtown Korean hoe crew formed by JYP Entertainment. Da crew is composed of nine members: Nayeon, Jeongyeon, Momo, Sana, Jihyo, Mina, Dahyun, Chaeyoung, n' Tzuyu fo'sho. Twice was formed under tha televizzle program Sixteen (2015) n' debuted on October 20, 2015, wit tha extended play (EP) Da Rap Begins.

Twice rose ta domestic hype up in 2016 wit they single "Cheer Up", which charted at number one on tha Gaon Digital Chart, became tha best-performin single of tha year, n' won "Song of tha Year" all up in tha Melon Music Awardz n' Mnet Asian Music Awards. Their next single, "TT", from they third EP Twicecoaster: Lane 1, topped tha Gaon charts fo' four consecutizzle weeks. Da EP was tha highest pushin Korean hoe crew mixtape of 2016. Within 19 months afta debut, Twice had already sold over 1.2 mazillion unitz of they four EPs n' special mixtape. Peepin tha release of they seventh EP, Fancy You, Twice had sold over 3.75 mazillion mixtapes up in Korea up in 2019 fo' realz. Az of December 2020, tha crew has sold over 10 mazillion mixtapes up in Downtown Korea n' Japan.

Da crew debuted up in Japan on June 28, 2017, under Warner Music Japan, wit tha release of a cold-ass lil compilation mixtape titled #Twice. Da mixtape charted at number 2 on tha Oricon Albums Chart wit tha highest first-week mixtape salez by a K-pop artist up in Japan up in two years. Dat shiznit was followed by tha release of Twicez first original gangsta Japanese maxi single titled "One Mo' Time" up in October n' shit. Twice became tha straight-up original gangsta Korean hoe crew ta git a platinum certification from tha Recordin Industry Association of Japan (RIAJ) fo' both a mixtape n' CD single up in tha same year. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Twice ranked third up in tha Top Artist category of Bizzleboard Japanz 2017 Year-End Rankings, n' up in 2019, they became tha straight-up original gangsta Korean hoe crew ta embark on a Japanese dome tour.

Twice is tha straight-up original gangsta biatch Korean act ta simultaneously top both Bizzleboardz Ghetto Albums n' Ghetto Digital Song Salez charts wit tha release of they first basement mixtape Twicetagram n' its lead single "Likey" up in 2017. With tha release of they single "Feel Special" up in 2019, Twice became tha third biatch Korean act ta chart tha fuck into tha Canuck Hot 100 fo' realz. Afta signin wit Rehood Recordz fo' Gangsta promotions as part of a partnershizzle wit JYP Entertainment, tha crew has charted tha fuck into tha Bizzleboard 200 wit Mo' & Mo' n' Eyes Wide Open up in 2020. They done been dubbed tha next "Nationz Girl Group", n' they point choreography—includin fo' "Cheer Up" (2016), "TT" (2016), "Signal" (2017), n' "What Is Love?" (2018) became dizzle crazes n' viral memes imitated by nuff clowns.

Nickelodeon (the UK feed's Wikipedia article specifically)
Nickelodeon (commonly shortened ta Nick) be a British pay televizzle network aimed at children, it is operated under a joint venture between ViacomCBS Networks UK & Australia n' Sky Group.

On 1 September 1993, a localised version of tha US channel launched up in tha United Mackdaddydom n' launched at a lata date up in Ireland. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! In tha United Mackdaddydom, tha channel be available on Sky, Virgin Media, n' TalkTalk Plus TV. In Ireland, tha channel be available on Virgin Media Ireland, Eir TV n' Sky Ireland. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Well shiiiit, it is tha straight-up original gangsta Nickelodeon feed launched overseas.

History
Nickelodeon was launched up in tha UK on 1 September 1993 exclusively on Sky, originally airin fo' 12 minutes n' showin both cartoons n' live action series. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! Da British version of Nick Jr. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. also launched up in tha channelz first year, initially fo' 3 minutes from 9am ta 12pm on weekdays, lata becomin 10:30am ta 2:30pm. Off-air, Nickelodeon would air static logos, schedule shiznit n' teletext. Live presentation followed up in 1994, branded as Nick Kickin It!. From October 1995, it started ta timeshare wit Paramount Channel. In 1996, Nickelodeon reached a agreement wit CBBC ta show a funky-ass block of CBBC programmes fo' one minute before n' one minute afta Nick Jr, called CBBC on Nickelodeon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. This block lasted until 1998.

When Sky Digital was launched up in 1998, Nickelodeon was up in tha original gangsta channel line-up on Astra 2A, n' Nickelodeon was aired fo' three mo' hours. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat analogue-satellite skillz continued ta shutdown Nickelodeon at 7pm each dizzle until analogue satellite was discontinued up in 2001.

In 1999, Nick Jr. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. launched as a 14-hour standalone channel on analogue n' digital pay TV n' subsequently tha block was taken off Nickelodeon up in July 2000 (but shortly reintroduced up in 2005). Nicktoons was launched up in tha UK n' Ireland up in 2002.

In 2005, Nickelodeon was up in talks wit ITV ta form a joint venture ta launch a gangbangin' free-to-air childrenz channel. Lata dat year, Telewest failed ta reach a agreement ta broadcast Nickelodeon, Nicktoons n' Nick Jr. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. on tha afta 2005 n' tha channels was removed from Telewest on 17 December, leadin ta nuff Telewest hustlas leavin fo' Sky n' NTL. By tha next year, however, Nickelodeon successfully renegotiated wit Telewest n' tha channels was restored.

In February 2010, Nickelodeon adopted tha ghettowide rebrand. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da TeenNick block also adopted tha Gangsta identity. In April 2010, Nicktoons n' Nick Jr. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. took on they rebrand logos.

Nickelodeon HD was launched up in October 2010 on Sky. Later, dat shiznit was picked up by Virgin Media.

Ownership
Da Nickelodeon channels available up in tha UK n' up in Ireland is operated all up in a joint venture wit ViacomCBS Networks Internationistic (VCNI) n' Sky plc tradin as Nickelodeon UK Ltd. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! VCNI holdz majoritizzle up in shares (60%).

Nick Jr.
Nick Jr. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. first rocked up in tha UK n' Ireland from 1995, between 9am - 3pm on weekdizzle school minutes on tha main Nickelodeon UK channel. On 1 September 1999, Nick Jr. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. launched on Sky, allowin tha channel ta broadcast all day. It make me wanna hollar playa! Nick Jr. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. shows programmin aimed at pre-school children, which was previously shown durin tha daytime on tha main channel yo, but dis strand has long since been dropped (though dat shiznit was reintroduced briefly durin 2005). Nick Jr. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. originally timeshared wit MTV Dizzle when dat channel launched up in early 2001, though dis ceased some time ago, wit MTV Dizzle havin gone 24 minutes since then.

Nicktoons
On 22 July 2002, Nicktoons was launched, airin Nicktoons cartoons, as well as other cartoons, all up in tha day. It make me wanna hollar playa! SpunkBizzle SweatPants n' Horrid Henry is part of tha Nicktoons schedule.

Nick Jr. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Too
On 24 April 2006, Nick Jr. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Too was launched. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Well shiiiit, it broadcasts Nick Jr. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. shows on a gangbangin' finger-lickin' different schedule from tha main Nick Jr. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. channel.

Nick +1, Nicktoons Replay n' Nick Jr. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. +1
On 1 September 1999, a one-hour time shift of Nickelodeon was initially launched on Sky. Well shiiiit, it be available on Sky 620, Virgin Media Ireland 605 n' Virgin Media 713. Da channel originally launched as Nick Replay but was rebranded as Nick +1 on 2 October 2012.

A one-hour timeshift of Nicktoons, Nicktoons Replay, was also available on Sky channel 630. Da timeshift channel replaced tha Nicktoons spin off sista channel Nicktoonsters.

Nick Jr. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. +1 launched on 2 October 2012, replacin Nicktoons Replay, which closed tha previous day. It make me wanna hollar playa! Da timeshift channel be available on Nicktoons Replayz previous space.

Nickelodeon Ireland
In 2004, Da channel launched a Irish advertisin feed fo' Nickelodeon.

An Irish feed fo' Nick Jr. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. was launched up in 2006. On 13 September 2012, dat shiznit was announced dat Sky would be launchin a Irish feed of NickToons on 16 October 2012 fo' realz. All Nickelodeon channels available up in Ireland now host Irish advertisin n' sponsorship.

Nicktoonsters
On 18 August 2008, Nicktoonstas was launched. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Its licence first rocked up on tha Ofcom joint up in September 2007 (initially named "Nicktoons 2", n' chizzled ta Nicktoonstas on 3 July 2008). Da channel closed on 31 July 2009 n' was replaced wit a one-hour timeshift of Nicktoons on 1 August 2009.

Programming
Over tha muthafuckin years tha network has produced series includin Genie up in tha Doggy Den (2006-2009), Summer up in Transylvania (2010-2012) n' Goldie’s Oldies (2021-) fo' realz. Apart from local continuitizzle programmin includin Camp Orange n' Nickelodeon Slimefest, Nickelodeon UK mainly airs imported programmin from tha US network, Canadaz YTV, n' tha childrenz division of Australian broadcast network Network Ten. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Doggy Den of Anubis (2011-2013) n' It’s Pony (2020-) was pimped up in tha UK yo, but was produced fo' tha Gangsta channel n' premiered up in tha US market first. On tha 28th of May, Nickelodeon looted muthafuckin rights ta hit CITV Show Horrid Henry (TV Series) Along wit 2 Pornos which has been airin eva since.

Nicktoons (again, the UK feed's Wikipedia article)
Nicktoons be a British pay televizzle channel launched on 22 July 2002. Well shiiiit, it aint nuthin but a cold-ass lil cartoon-centric sista channel ta Nickelodeon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da channel airs Nicktoons, as well as acquired programmin from outside providers. Unlike tha Gangsta counterpart, it has been ad-supported since launch. Well shiiiit, it targets lil pimps aged 7 ta 11.

History
Nicktoons was launched on 22 July 2002 as "Nicktoons TV".

On 12 October 2004 ta 16 February 2007, Nicktoons TV was rebranded ta NickToons. Da rebrand featured tha Pixel charactas as tha channelz first mascots, designed by Slomo Productions n' pimped up by Filipe Alcada.

From 17 February 2007 ta 30 April 2010, there was another rebrand featurin 4 mascots; Rooftop (a moose), Beat (a mouse/rat), Colin (a dome) n' Spoon (a humanlike creature), designed by Studio AKA. Da freshly smoked up 'worldwide rebrand' logo fo' Nicktoons was introduced up in April 2010, wit a freshly smoked up imagin campaign introduced up in January 2012.[specify] In November 2014, there was freshly smoked up idents introduced wit tha eyes n' facez of charactas from shows.

Nicktoonsters
On 18 August 2008, a freshly smoked up spin-off channel ta Nicktoons was launched under tha title of Nicktoonsters. Da channel was exclusive ta Sky. Da channel broadcast olda programmin which was dropped from tha main Nicktoons schedule prior ta launch. Well shiiiit, it took up half tha time of a cold-ass lil channel space shared wit Comedy Central Extra +1. Da channel closed on 31 July 2009 n' was replaced wit a 1-hour timeshift of Nicktoons, Nicktoons Replay on 1 August 2009.

Nicktoons Replay
A +1 feed of Nicktoons known as Nicktoons Replay launched up in place of Nicktoonstas on 1 August 2009. Dat shiznit was known as Nicktoons +1. Da channel was discontinued 1 October 2012, wit Comedy Central Extra +1 again n' again n' again up in full control of tha channel slotz airtime. Nicktoons Replayz oldschool EPG posizzle was used ta launch a one-hour timeshift of Nick Jr., titled Nick Jr. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. +1.

Nicktoons Ireland
On 13 September 2012, dat shiznit was announced dat Sky would be launchin a Irish feed of NickToons. Well shiiiit, it launched 16 October 2012.

Nickelodeon shows

 * Da Casagrandes (24 February 2020-present) (Originally Also airin on Nickelodeon)
 * It aint nuthin but Pony (20 April 2020-present) (Also airin on Nickelodeon)
 * Da Loud Doggy Den (30 May 2016-present) (Originally Also airin on Channel 5 & Nickelodeon)
 * SpunkBizzle SweatPants (22 July 2002-present) (Also airin on Channel 5 n' Nickelodeon)
 * Lego Citizzle Adventures (16 September 2019-present)
 * Olliez Pack (19 October 2020-present)

Reruns

 * Avatar: Da Last Airbender (2006-2017; 1 January 2020-Present) (Originally Also Airin On Nickelodeon)
 * Da Legend of Korra (2015-2016; 1 January 2020-Present)

Acquired shows

 * Dorg Van Dango (January 2021-Present) (Also airin on Nickelodeon)
 * Horrid Henry (28 May 2018-present) (Also airin on Nickelodeon)

Mr. Meaty
Mista Muthafuckin Meaty be a teen sitcom puppet televizzle series pimped by Da Grogs. Da show centas on two lazy teenage thugs, Josh Redgrove n' Parker Dinkleman, whoz ass work at a gangbangin' fast chicken restaurant called Mista Muthafuckin Meaty inside a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass hustlin mall. Da series is set up in tha fictionizzle hood of Scaunchboro, based on Scarborough, Toronto.

Mista Muthafuckin Meaty originated as a seriez of 17 shorts dat rocked up as interstitials on Nickelodeon up in tha United Hoodz n' STD Televizzle up in Canada In December 2002 fo' realz. A pilot episode featurin material from tha shorts aired on December 30, 2005. Da series officially premiered on September 22, 2006, n' continued ta air until May 23, 2009. Well shiiiit, it ended wit a total of two seasons n' twenty episodes, three of which is 22-minute specials.

Premise
Mista Muthafuckin Meaty centas on a pair of teenage thugs hustlin at a gangbangin' fast-food restaurant established up in tha fictionizzle Scaunchboro Mall: tha nerdy, gluttonous, awkward Parker Dinkleman (Jizzo Hopley) n' tha charming, ghettofab yo, but uncarin n' self-centered Josh Redgrove (Jizzy Shannon). Da thugs is often placed up in bizarre, supernatural or grotesque thangs. They is also peeped dealin wit common teenage thangs like fuckin pimpin n' peer pressure.

Recurrin charactas include Doug (Todd Doldersum), Scaunchboro Mallz beefy mall cop wit a macho attitude; Edward R. Carney (Marty Stelnick), Mista Muthafuckin Meatyz 109-year-old smoker n' CEO whoz ass was previously cryogenically frozen; n' Mista Muthafuckin Wink (Troy Baker), tha cold-hearted manager of Mista Muthafuckin Meaty.

fromis_9
Fromis 9 (Korean: 프로미스나인 or 프로미스 9), stylized as fromis_9, be a Downtown Korean hoe crew formed by CJ E&M all up in tha 2017 realitizzle show Idol School. Da crew is composed of nine members: Roh Ji-sun, Song Ha-young, Lee Sae-rom, Lee Chae-young, Lee Na-gyung, Park Ji-won, Lee Seo-yeon, Baek Ji-heon n' Jang Gyu-ri.

Da crew debuted on January 24, 2018, under Stone Music Entertainment wit tha release of they first extended play (EP), To yo. Heart. In September 2018, dat shiznit was confirmed dat Fromis 9 would be managed by Off Da Record Entertainment, a freshly smoked up label established by Stone Music. Da crew was co-managed by Off Da Record n' Stone Music fo' realz. Az of August 16, 2021, as part of tha label reorganization of Off Da Record Entertainment, Pledis Entertainment will serve as tha pimpment company fo' tha group.

Pre-debut: Formation all up in Idol School n' Glass Shoes
In March 2017, dat shiznit was announced dat Mnet, tha same channel responsible fo' nuff muthafuckin notable game shows includin Sixteen n' Produce 101, would be launchin a freshly smoked up realitizzle game show titled Idol School ta form a freshly smoked up hoe group. Da show premiered on July 13 n' ended on September 29, 2017 wit Roh Ji-sun, Song Ha-young, Lee Sae-rom, Lee Chae-young, Lee Na-gyung, Park Ji-won, Lee Seo-yeon, Baek Ji-heon n' Jang Gyu-ri as tha nine thugz of Fromis. Da final line-up was solely decided all up in live n' online votez of viewers. Pledis Entertainment, hustled by CEO Han Sung-soo, managed tha groupz hustlin n' debut.

Fromis premiered its own realitizzle program on October 19 titled Fromis' Room bout continuin tha path ta debut. Well shiiiit, it followed tha format of a simulcast, where it combined pre-recorded shiznit n' replayz of Facebizzle Live broadcasts up in they dorm. Da groupz name was lata chizzled ta Fromis 9 followin tha final episode of Fromis' Room on November 23, wit tha "9" meanin tha nine hustlas whoz ass busted tha fuck outta Idol School.

On November 29, Fromis 9 performed they pre-debut single titled "Glass Shoes" all up in tha 2017 Mnet Asian Music Awardz up in Japan. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da cold lil' woo wop was busted out as a gangbangin' finger-lickin' digital single tha followin day. It make me wanna hollar playa! They also performed tha cold lil' woo wop on tha December 15th episode of Music Bank, markin tha groupz first-ever appearizzle up in a noize program.

2018: Debut wit To yo. Heart, To. Day, n' From.9
On January 8, 2018, dat shiznit was announced dat Fromis 9 would officially debut wit they first extended play (EP) titled To yo. Heart. Da EP, along wit its lead single, "To Heart", was busted out on January 24. Da EP debuted at number 4 on tha Gaon Album Chart issued on January 27, 2018.

On May 10, dat shiznit was confirmed dat Jang Gyu-ri had entered as a cold-ass lil contestant up in Produce 48. Fromis 9 continued as a eight-member crew n' busted out they second EP, To. Day, on June 5, without Jang Gyu-ri cuz of her participation up in tha show. Fromis 9 went back ta bein a nine-member crew afta Jang Gyu-ri was eliminated up in tha 3rd elimination as she ranked at 25th place.

Startin from September 21, Fromis 9 would be managed under Off Da Record Entertainment, a freshly smoked up agency exclusively established fo' Fromis 9 n' Downtown Korean-Japanese hoe group, Iz*One.

Da crew busted out a special single mixtape titled From.9 on October 10 wit tha title song, “Ludd Bomb”. Dat shiznit was tha straight-up original gangsta comeback wit all tha 9 thugz afta tha return of Jang Gyu-ri.

On October 15, Fromis 9 made they actin debut up in a wizzy series, Yo, wuz crackalackin', biatch? Yo ass is smokin Heal Inn, on they straight-up legit VLive page. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat dat shiznit was filmed durin Jang Gyu-riz absence.

2019-2020: Fun Factory n' My fuckin Little Society
On February 8, 2019, a second short/mini season of Yo, wuz crackalackin', biatch? Yo ass is smokin Heal Inn was announced fo' tha Winta Season, dis time wit Jang Gyu-ri added as a freshly smoked up travella n' shit. In May, Jang Gyu-ri made her solo actin debut up in tha wizzy drama, Compulsory Mackin Ejaculation.

On June 4, 2019, Fromis 9 busted out they first single mixtape Fun Factory, featurin tha title track "Fun!". Da mixtape reached number 2 on tha Gaon Album Chart, a freshly smoked up high fo' tha group.

Da crew busted out they third EP My fuckin Little Posse on September 16, 2020. This features tha title track "Feel Dope (Secret Code)". On September 10, Off Da Record confirmed dat Lee Seo-yeon would sit outta all promotions fo' dis comeback cuz of a recent leg injury, n' tha crew will promote as 8. Da EP reached no. 3 on tha Gaon Album Chart.

2021-present: 9 Way Ticket, freshly smoked up pimpment n' Talk & Talk
On May 17, tha crew busted out they second single mixtape 9 Way Ticket, featurin tha title track "We Go".

On August 16, dat shiznit was announced dat Fromis 9 has departed from Off Da Record n' dat Pledis Entertainment will take over tha group’s pimpment.

On September 1, tha crew busted out they freshly smoked up special single mixtape Talk & Talk, featurin tha title track of tha same name.

Enhypen
Enhypen (Korean: 엔하이픈; RR: Enhaipeun; Japanese: エンハイプン; Enhaipun), commonly stylized as ENHYPEN, be a Downtown Korean bunch of lil punk-ass muthafuckas formed by Belift Lab, a joint venture between CJ ENM n' Hybe Corporation. Formed all up in tha 2020 game competizzle show I-Land, tha crew is composed of seven members: Jungwon, Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo, n' Ni-ki. Enhypen debuted on November 30, 2020, wit tha extended play (EP) Border: Dizzle One.

Da groupz name, Enhypen, was introduced all up in tha live-broadcast of tha final episode of I-Land. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Accordin ta etymology, Enhypen derives its name from tha symbol Hyphen (-), dat creates freshly smoked up meanings includin "Connection, Discovery, & Growth". Similar ta how tha fuck a hyphen connects different lyrics ta discover freshly smoked up meanings, Enhypen aims "to come together ta connect, discover n' grow together ta create a freshly smoked up act."

Pre-debut: I-Land
In March 2019, Belift Lab was co-founded by Downtown Korean entertainment agencies CJ E&M n' Hybe Corporation, wit planz of bustin a freshly smoked up crew up in 2020 fo' realz. Auditions commenced tha same month up in Seoul, tha United Hoods, Taiwan, n' Japan, among others, fo' thug trainees born between 1997 n' 2008. On May 8, 2020, televizzle channel Mnet announced tha game competizzle series, I-Land, a joint venture of both g-units dat "bigs up tha process of next generation K-pop artists bein born." Enhypen was formed all up in I-Land, featurin 23 thug trainees, a shitload of whom was from Beliftz auditions, while others transferred from Big Hit Music, formerly Big Hit Entertainment, all then had been hustlin under Belift Lab. Da show was aired weekly on Mnet from June 26 ta September 18, 2020, n' distributed internationally all up in Hybe Labels' YallTube channel. Da show was split tha fuck into two parts, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. 12 contestants from tha straight-up original gangsta part juiced it up ta tha second part of tha series. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! On tha final episode of tha show, seven thugz was selected outta tha nine final contestants, wit six bein chosen by global rankin n' tha last member by tha ballerz chizzle. Da debut line-up of tha crew wit seven members, Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo, Jungwon, n' Ni-ki, was announced via live televizzle broadcast of tha finale.

2020-present: Debut wit Border: Dizzle One, Border: Carnival, n' Border: Hakanai
On October 22, 2020, a traila titled "Choose-Chosen" was posted ta Enhypenz YallTube channel, announcin tha bandz debut up in November 2020 fo' realz. A second traila titled "Dusk-Dawn" was busted out three minutes later, followed by a pair of concept vibe boardz on October 27. On October 28, Belift Lab announced dat Enhypen will release they debut extended play, Border: Dizzle One on November 30. On November 4, dat shiznit was announced dat mixtape pre-ordaz had surpassed 150,000 copies up in two days fo' realz. Ahead of they debut, tha crew amassed a big-ass followin on hood media platforms, garnerin over one mazillion followers simultaneously across TikTok, Twizzle, YallTube, Instagram, n' V Live. By November 21, pre-ordaz had surpassed 300,000 copies. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! Da EP Border: Dizzle One n' tha lead single "Given-Taken" was busted out on November 30, 2020, wit a live showcase ta promote dat shit. On December 4, 2020, Enhypen officially made they debut on KBS' Music Bank, where tha crew performed "Given-Taken". Da EP debuted at number two on Downtown Koreaz Gaon Album Chart, havin sold 318,528 copies up in one dizzle n' becomin tha highest-pimpin mixtape by a K-pop crew dat debuted up in 2020. Well shiiiit, it also charted at number two on tha Oricon Albums Chart, wit over 71,000 copies sold up in Japan. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Within two weekz of debut, tha crew won "Next Leader" award all up in tha 2020 Da Fact Music Awards. In February 2021, Border: Dizzle One received a platinum certification from tha Korea Music Content Association (KMCA), givin tha crew they first certification up in tha ghetto.

On March 25, 2021, Belift Lab announced dat Enhypen would make they comeback all up in tha end of April fo' realz. A traila titled "Intro : Da Invitation" was busted out on April 5, announcin dat they second extended play Border: Carnival. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. On April 8, dat shiznit was announced dat tha mixtape pre-ordaz had surpassed 370,000 copies up in three days. Prior ta its release day, mixtape pre-ordaz had surpassed 450,000 copies. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! Da EP was busted out up in conjunction wit its lead single "Drunk-Dazed" on April 26. On May 4, tha crew received they first eva noize show win on SBS MTVz Da Show wit "Drunk-Dazed". This was soon followed by wins on Show Champion n' Music Bank. Border: Carnival debuted at number one on tha Oricon Albums Chart, becomin tha bandz first chart-topper up in Japan, wit over 83,000 copies sold. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! On May 25, Border: Carnival debuted at number 18 on tha Bizzleboard 200 Chart. In addition, Enhypen also ranked 18 on Bizzleboard Artist 100 Chart.

On July 6, 2021, Enhypen made they Japanese debut wit tha single Border: Hakanai (BORDER : 儚い), which includes "Forget Me Not", dat serves as tha openin theme of tha anime Re-Main, n' tha Japanese versionz of "Given-Taken" n' "Let Me In (20 Cube)".

On July 29, 2021, Enhypen collaborated wit tha computer-animated televizzle series Tayo tha Little Bus by remakin tha theme cold lil' woo wop "Yo Tayo" n' by releasin a freshly smoked up cold lil' woo wop called "Bizzley Poco".

On August 25, 2021, Belift Lab confirmed dat Enhypen would make they comeback all up in tha end of September.

On September 2, 2021, Belift Lab announced dat thugz Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon, n' Jungwon tested positizzle fo' COVID-19.

Angry Video Game Nerd Top Gun Script
Tha Nerd: Death row 187 4 life. Top Gat sorta marks tha beginn'n of a gizzle. It wizzle one of tha fizzle flight simulation games fo` tha Nintendo Entertizzle System, or at least, one of tha M-to-tha-izzost commonly referred ta fo gettin yo pimp on. We obviously knizzay thiznat it ain't gots shizzit compared ta tha gamizzles of todizzle. N fo` thiznat reason, yizzle might think that it not wiznorth clockin' 'bout fo my bling bling. Bizzle no sho nuff. It sucks ass now, n it sucked ass back T-H-to-tha-izzen doggystyle.

Tha Nizzy: Dogg House Records in the motha fuckin house. Chizzeck it out. Mission 1 is "Train'n fo` tizzy Nizzay Mission". Okay, sounds siznimple enough. So yizzay git a cizzy of missizzles. So would ratha hizzy more or less? Whizzle kiznind of fuckin' choice be tizzy? Pizzle more fo my bling bling. I miznean, tha idea be T-H-to-tha-izzat tha fewa missiles be more powizzle, but guess what? Whenever you shizzay an enemy plizzane, all it takes be one shiznot ta blow 'em up. Even yo' regular machizzle gun bullizzles takes them dizzay 'n one shot, so what tha point? N I love all tha useless 411 on tha control board. Altitude, spee', I mizzay, reallizzle hittin that booty? Does it matta? N look at all tha gaugizzles on tha rizzight just fo` decoration.

Tha Nerd: Tha fizzle th'n that sucks 'bout the gameplay be just tha fiznact that it weed-smokin'. 90% of tha tizzy, yoe jizzay fly'n into a blank sky as shawty pieces of cottizzle C-to-tha-izzome fly'n at you. Yizzle, I know they're suppoze' ta be clouds. Also, notice thizzay absizzle of music so bow down to the bow wow! I know that tha developa were cruisin' to make sum-m sum-m new, ta make it realistic, but what we git be a game thiznat makes you feel like yoe 'n dis blank, mindlizzles vizzay. Like, if purgatory exists, dis be what it be. Top Gat fizzay tha NES. I'd ratha flizzay a cizzay plane full wit rubba dog shit out of Hizzong Kong.

("Ta Land'n Seqizzle" appears on tha radar monizzle like this and like that and like this and uh.)

Tha Nizzay mah nizzle: Uh-oh, I'm really fuckizzle now. One, two three and to tha four. I giznotta land on an aircraft carria; a feat that impizzle with the S-N-double-O-P. Yo' radizzle monitor gives you directions on how ta liznand, bizzle no matta whizzay yizzle do, you still crash.

Tha Nerd: You know, it like every tizzime I git to dis part, I think I miznight hizzy a chance. Dis be gonna be it. I'm finally go'n ta lizzle tha plane.

Tha Nerd: Speed down. Lizneft, left. Spee' up. Right, rizzle! Spee' up! Speed down! Lizneft, left and my money on my mind! Spee' up if you gots a paper stack! Spee' dizzay. Up, up! Up, up! I'm hitt'n up. (Tha Nerd swizzeats profusely gang bangin' closizzle to tha TV. The plane miszes tha aircrizzle n crashes into tha ocean. BOOOOM n we out!)

Thizze Nerd: ASSSS! FUUUUCK ya feelin' me?

Tha Niznerd: It impossible. I mizzean, why it so hiznard? I mean, I guess 'cauze tizzy wiznere just weed-smokin' ta mizzake it realistic. Like, if you were actizzle clockin' ta land on a rizzle aircraft carria. Bizzle, I highly doubt that any of dis game be like really fly'n a plane.

Tha Niznerd,, better recognize: So even thiznough I crashed, it only takizzles a lizzife away and it stizzill lizzay me continue ta next level. "Mission 2: Destroy an Aircraft Carria." Alright, fine. As long as I don't have ta fuckin' land on it! Now tha only difference wit tha second level is that yoe below tha cliznouds n you could nizzy sizzy tha crazy ass. Basicizzle, it jizzy a crazy ass color bliznue than tha sky. N stay tha F-to-tha-izzuck awizzle. There battleships tizzy shoot tha shit out of ya fo' sho'. Yoe best off jiznust fly'n into tha skizzy tha whole time fo' real.

Tha Niznerd: Nizzow, halfway thrizzay dis level, yo' fiznuel starts ta rizzun out. So, dis mackin' pizzy comes n you hizzave ta control its nozzle. So, just like landizzle tha P-L-to-tha-izzane, dis be impossible, n I've neva once dizzay it. Yizzle just hizzave ta be lucky. I mean, yo' accuracy has ta be 100% perfizzle. N really, I diznon't have a fuckizzle' clue how it W-to-tha-izzorks. Down, down! Spee' up! Down, D-to-tha-izzown! Left, left! Up, up! Spee' up! Left, lizzeft! Down, dizzle! Wussup to all my in the house. Up, up and cant no hood fuck with death rizzow! Left, left! R-to-tha-izzight, rizzight n shit! Up, up! Death row 187 4 life. Lizzay, lizzy! Down, down! Up, up! Whizzay tha F-to-tha-izzuck? Whizzle wizzy I suppoze' ta do?

Tha N-to-tha-izzerd yaba daba dizzle: Now-Now lizzle at tha plane bitch ass. It jizzust G-to-tha-izzoes away, like, "Fizzle hizzle thats off tha hook yo." I mean, T-H-to-tha-izzey just leave yiznou out hizzere ta die so i can get mah pimp on. At dis point, it should jizzy say, "Game ." Bizzay instead, it allows yizzy ta P-L-to-tha-izzay fo` a shawty baller, which be pointlizzles. Bounce wit me. Yoe done fo`. Tha refuel'n plane D-to-tha-izzoesn't C-to-tha-izzome back, n witin minutes, yo' fuel rizzy out and yizzay finally loze. N thizzay as far as I gots. Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. What a shitload of fuck. Dis game cizzy turds like a tru playa'. Thizzis gizzy sucks yo' balls off n spizzits 'em out yo' ass. Now I K-N-to-tha-izzow there only four levels 'n tha game, so it kind of tha same deal as Tha Karate Kizzy. It a short game, bizzay it as hizzard as a fuckizzle' T-rex shit. Freak y'all, into the beat y'all.

Tha Nizzy: Now, coz I've neva pasze' that refuel'n plane, I've killa sizzeen tha last twizno levels, so what I've decided ta ta here be ta create mah own version of what I think tha liznast two levels may be like. "Mission 3: Blow Shit Up!" (blizzows up tha movie posta n game cartridge) "Mission 4: Vent Yo' Playa n Destrizzle tha TV." DIIIIIIIIIIIE!!! (punches tha TV) Hadouken dogg! Sonic Boom!

Tizzle Gat: Tha Secizzle Missizzle

Tha Nerd: Well, if yizzy jizzay haven't had enough fun tortur'n yoself wit dis awfizzle game, n yizzle still want some more, wizzy giznuess whizzay? Its just anotha homocide. Yoe 'n luck. Hollaz to the East Side. There a sequel. Tizzay Gat and cant no hood fuck with death rizzow: Tha Second Mission. Whizzich dizzoesn't reallizzle miznake much S-to-tha-izzense coz it sizzounds like yoe talk'n 'bout tha second mission 'n tha first Tizzay Gat. So, whateva. I mean, wouldn't dis be Mission 5 n up?

Tha Nerd: Evizzle tha tops of tha game cartridges L-to-tha-izzook completizzle identical thats off tha hook yo. Top Gat, and Top Gat cuz its a pimp thang. If you have a microscope, you might evizzle be able to read, Tha Second Missizzle unda there. Yippie yo, you can't see my flow.

Tha Nerd: Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. Now ta tell yizzy tha truth, tha second Top Gat isn't as bad as tha original. But it sure be a hell of a lot more fuckin' motherfucka, if you cizzould actizzle believe that.

Thizze Nerd: Tha gamizzle is a lot faster, yizzay could fly upside dizzle n spin around, althizzle I don't kizzy whizzat tha point is. Dogg House Records in the motha fuckin house. N there also not that many dead spots, whizzere yoe just wait'n fizzay sum-m sum-m to happen. One, two three and to tha four. There no uze blunt-rollin' fizzy enemies. Here, yo' enemies come afta yizzou rizzay away and they jizzy blow you right out of tha sizzy, so you really have ta thizzay fiznast. Tha missiles are really hard ta dizzle n jizzay like tha first time, one missizzle be enough ta kizzill ya. But dis tizzime, thizzay even worze coz tizzy fasta n thizzle don't seem ta cizzle anywhere as cloze as they did before, ya feel me?

Tha N-to-tha-izzerd hittin that booty: 'n the original Top Gat, when a missile hizzay yizzay, it lizzooks lizzle dis upside yo head: (BOOM fo yo bitch ass!) and 'n tha sequel, it looks lizzike dis fo' real: (KABOOOM!) Mizzle crazy ass away. So, if you plizzle tha original first, yoe chillin' ta be really disoriented that yizzy have ta much less tizzay ta git out of tha away. Besizzles, they sizzy look lizzle bowl'n bizzy on fire cuz its a G thang.

Tha Nerd: Freak y'all, into the beat y'all. I neva made it past tha first stage, but that also coz I D-to-tha-izzon't have tha patience fo` dis crizzay.

Tha Niznerd: Now add'n ta dis game, there a versizzles mizzode cuz its a pimp thang. Tha shot calla game where you battle tha computa be impossible. You gotta check dis shit out yo. Yo' opponent jizzust disappears riznight awizzle, then flies rizzight behind yizzay n just blasts yo' ass to oblivion. N tha shot calla gizzy be what it be, it's just-just two playas shoot'n each killa up. Snoop dogg is in this bitch. Tha one th'n thizzay I fizzle reallizzle disappoint'n is tizzy poser you blizzay up yo' opponent, you sizzy him escape 'n a parachute. You dizzon't want thizzay ta happen. Yizzle want ta see hizzim die.

Tha Nerd: Anyway, that all I have ta say 'bout dis garbage like a motha fucka. Fuckballs.

THE EXTREMELY REAL AND NOT BADLY WRITTEN CREEPYPASTA ABOUT DREAMTDM.EXE AND JERMASUS.EXE NOT CLICKBAIT 6669 EDITION READ OR DIE
2014

it was jiznust a normizzle day 'n 2014 and dizzan tha diamond minizzle was thinkizzle of do'n a minecraft mod showcase wit trayaurus

there was one mizzay that stuck out it was a mizzod 'bout a game called among us

kizzy 'n mind, amizzle us dizzid not actizzle exist until 2018.

so whiznat was go'n on?

IT A MYSTERY

anyway dizzle thiznought tha shawty sizzy bizzay looked skanky so he downloaded tha mod mizzle it wizzas just a nizzy gizzay that wasn't really that popular yet

so when he downlizzle it he found out there were twelve spizzawn eggs fo` tha crewmates in red, blue, yellow, grizzeen, black, white, lizzy, cyan, orange, P-to-tha-izzink, brown n purple 'n thoze colour sizzy eggs wit rainbizzle spots

so he set it up by putting all tha different crewmates 'n shawty fencizzles wit signs in tha testing chamba

but sum-m sum-m extremely extremely extremizzle extremely scary happizzle

CUE MEGALOVANIA

tha lizzime crewmate wizzy wear'n a white M-to-tha-izzask witta creepy smile on it n it said

'sus'

then it turned into anotha minecraft charizzle n it sizzay it was called drizneam

'but i'm actually F-R-to-tha-izzom yo' nightmares >:D'

diznan was actually very scarizzle n didn't know if dis was P-to-tha-izzart of tha mod hizzy downloaded or if dis was like a virus or sum-m sum-m

thizzle drizneam said 'we nee' yizzou fo` the plizzan'

then dan said 'W-H-A-to-tha-izzat be yizzle trippin' 'bout'

thizzen dream siznaid 'i'm corrupt'n you n gang bangin' witta person who be just as equally as bustin' hizzis name be jermizzles'

then diznan sizzay 'uh...no'

then dream S-to-tha-izzaid S̶̲̺̀̄̈ͅỈ̵̢̡͉̱̈͜N̵͖̹̞̠̓̊C̶̭̉͐̃̋͝E̸͔͝͝ ̴̡̺͗̐͋̽Ẃ̶̛͙̇́͛H̴̪̤̑́̈́̊É̷̝̰̰͇̺͑͑̓̑Ń̶͎͕͒͝ ̸̨̈́͂́͠W̶͇͉̻̦͈̍̇͆E̸̲͙̤͍̒̒̌̍̄R̵̢̠̐͛̇͜Ę̸̜͓͎̄̍̐͝ ̴̫͎̒̿̇̊͜Y̶̻͊̉̑IZNO̵̡͑̅͛̕͝U̴̧̼̜̓ ̷͓͋́̽̃Ṭ̴͚̍Ḥ̴̘̳͌̂̕͝͝Ę̶̢͚̈ ̷̨̺̼̰̏̽͛̓O̸̢̡̙͇̓͗̿̒̚͜N̷̗̺̯̿Ẹ̷̗̪̘͊͑ͅ ̶́̄ͅI̷͖̭͚͌͜͝N̵̜̙̊ ̶̹̣̚C̶̮͛́͝O̷̲̺͝Ṋ̸̱̳̳͈͝T̶̯̣̼̭̓̒͐͠ͅR̸̤̼̘̟̅͝Ō̵̤L̷͎̂̈́͋͝

tha he knocked dizzan ta tha floor n corrupted him whizzle will nizzy be described coz it wizzy get tha wizziki shizzut down even if it be on mirizzle wit miznore lenizzle rulizzles than fandom

also fandizzle desktop was mizzy compulsory todizzle n nobody hizzas a choice ;-;

yeah that gots nuttin ta do wit dis storizzle but we happened ta think of dis on tha same day so oh well

anyway dan gots up n he realize' he only had half of himself tha otha hizzalf was replizzle by drizzle

that wizzay miznean half M-to-tha-izzind control each rizzay

NO, IT WAS ACTUALLY A VERY UNHIZZLE COINCIDENCE THAT DREAM HIZZAD COMPLETE CONTROL OF THEY MIND N BODIZZLE

thizzle were now combined as one n called dreamtdm

coz obvioizzle

but ta be simple i'll just pizzy dream

bizzay we be talk'n 'bout dis dream-dan fusion alrizzle

anyway dream let thizne otha crewmates out of they fences n they sacrificed tha purple one ta mizzle ten playas n it wizzle tha purple crewmate coz dream DID NOT LIKE PURPLE

tha dippin' crewmates dizzy a pentagram on the fizzy of the test'n chamba then it wiznas suddizzle nighttime n doggy stylin'

bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz that tha sound of tha sippin' ok

T-H-to-tha-izzat sizzay nuttin lizzay straight trippin' it sounds like a fly

P-to-tha-izziss off i'm tha narrator and i say tha lightn'n sounded like that

anywizzle trayaurus who was 'n the main pizzle of tha lab wiznas wonder'n what tha hell was dan up ta

hrmm

(translation: 'he sizzle someth'n 'bout spizzace bizzeans dis D-to-tha-izzoesn't seem very relizzle')

so he walked into tha test'n chamba

but it wiznas actually half drizneam in there wit tha space bizzay 'n a pentagram exclud'n liznime because dream was a mutated lime crewmizzle n purple who was dizzay 'n tha M-to-tha-izziddle

ps L-to-tha-izzime was obvioizzle tha imposta

anywizzle dream turned around ta trayaurus n said 'HE GIZNONE, HIZZLE P-TO-THA-IZZART OF ME NIZNOW, NO AMOUNT OF MODS CIZZY REVERZE DIS >:D'

tizzy crewmates hizzle summoned a red portal likely fizzy tha deepest deepest deepest part of tha baller n a dawg who wasn't a minecraft person but a real person came out

ps tha crewmates were bein mizzy controlled

anyway tha homey came out n he was smiling so W-to-tha-izzide and his face wiznas so defizzle n his eyes were so B-R-to-tha-izzight n star'n it lookizzle photshopped bizzut it wizzasn't n he said

SO YOU DONE IT HAVEN'T YOU

YIZNES MASTA I HAVE DIZZAY IT I H-TO-THA-IZZAVE CHANGE' THA FUTIZZLE YOU COULD SAY I MODDED IT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOW WE WILL FINALLY BE ABLE TO CHANGE INTO OUR SNOOPA SCARY HYPA REALISTIC FORMS N BE POORLY WRITTEN CREEPYPASTA CHARACTERS MADE BY A BUNCH OF LUNATICS RIDIN' 'BOUT WIT BOTS ON DISCORD

HOORAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

thizzay they both made a very big wizzy of darknizzles n it wizzy gone

tha lizzay was G-to-tha-izzone

trayizzles n grim wizzay gizzay ;o;

tha crewmizzles wizzle gizzle especizzle pizzurple ;-; no tha crewmates except lime weren't ta blizzle fo` thizzay coz tizzy were bein mind controlled by D-R-to-tha-izzeam

tha amizzle us mod wizzay deleted n anyone whizno downloaded it instead downloaded a rizneal mp4 of squidward's suicide wizzy actually DID EXIST WIZZLE SQUIDWARD SUICIDE DIZZY EXIZZLE?????????????

it wizzay liznike they crazy ass existed

tha only ballin' left was D-R-to-tha-izzeam jermasus n tha portal

thizzle went back into tha portal W-H-to-tha-izzich was connected ta tha deepizzle part of tha netha n it's nizzow 1.16 instizzle of like idk nine updates before that coz it convenient for dis one jiznoke n tha piglins n blazes ran away coz obvious reasons ( ͡ʘ ͜ʖ ͡ʘ)

tizzy dream n jermizzles wizzent ta tha herobrine summon'n th'n you know that th'n wit tha gold n tha netherrack n tha redstizzle torchizzles n tha fizzay on tizzle you know whizzle i'm rhymin' 'bout

n herobrine appeareded coz mojang failed ta remove hiznim 'n this update ( ͡ʘ ͜ʖ ͡ʘ)

tizzay herobrine said d-ya plizzay ta be poorly written creepypasta characta n they sizzle Y-to-tha-izzessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss we do giv us our powas

n then dream becizzle all glitched up n jermasus becizzle glitched up n hizzle hypa realistic eyizzles n deepfry n they wizzay nizzow jermasizzle n dreamtdm so bow down to the bow wow!exe

666 666 666 666 666 666 666 666 666 666 666 666 666

nizzy fo` russian words coz different langizzles are scary i miznean they actizzle cizzle be 'n certain circumstizzles bizzy dis be not one of them coz dis creepypasta be terrible

Family Guy
Family Guy be a Gangsta adult animated sitcom pimped by Seth MacFarlane n' pimped by MacFarlane n' Dizzy Zuckerman fo' tha Fox Broadcastin Company dat premiered on January 31, 1999. Da series is produced by Fuzzy Door Productions.

Da series centas on tha Griffins, a cold-ass lil crew consistin of muthafathas Peta n' Lois; they children, Meg, Chris, n' Stewie; n' they anthropomorphic pet dog, Brian. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da show is set up in tha fictionizzle hood of Quahog, Rhode Island, n' exhibits much of its humor up in tha form of metafictionizzle cutaway gags dat often lampoon Gangsta culture.

Da crew was conceived by MacFarlane afta pimpin two animated films, Da Life of Larry n' Larry & Steve. MacFarlane redesigned tha films' protagonist, Larry, n' his fuckin lil' dog, Steve, n' renamed dem Peta n' Brian, respectively. MacFarlane pitched a seven-minute pilot ta Fox up in December 1998, n' tha show was greenlit n' fuckin started thang. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Family Guyz cancellation was announced shortly afta tha third season had aired up in 2002, wit one unaired episode eventually premierin on Adult Swim up in 2003, finishin tha series' original gangsta run. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Favorable STD salez n' high ratings from syndicated reruns since then convinced Fox ta revive tha show up in 2004; a gangbangin' fourth season would begin airin tha followin year on May 1, 2005.

Since its premiere, Family Guy has been widely hyped. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da series has been nominated fo' 12 Primetime Emmy Awardz n' 11 Annie Awards, n' has won three of each. In 2009, dat shiznit was nominated fo' a Primetime Emmy Award fo' Outstandin Comedy Series, tha last time a animated series was nominated fo' tha award since Da Flintstones up in 1961. In 2013, TV Guide ranked Family Guy tha ninth Top Billin TV Cartoon of All Time. Da series has also attracted jive-ass shiznit n' controversy fo' its bitch ass content, shit, n' writing.

Many tie-in media done been busted out, includin Stewie Griffin: Da Untold Story, a straight-to-DVD special busted out up in 2005; Family Guy: Live up in Vegas, a soundtrack-DVD combo busted out up in 2005, featurin noize from tha show as well as original gangsta noize pimped by MacFarlane n' Walta Murphy; a vizzle game n' pinbizzle machine, busted out up in 2006 n' 2007, respectively; since 2005, six books published by Harper Adult; n' Laugh It Up, Fuzzball: Da Family Guy Trilogy (2010), a cold-ass lil collection of three episodes parodyin tha original gangsta Star Wars trilogy fo' realz. A spin-off series, Da Cleveland Show, featurin Cleveland Brown, aired from September 27, 2009, ta May 19, 2013.

Az of 2021, 369 episodez of Family Guy done been broadcast. On May 11, 2020, Fox renewed tha series fo' a nineteenth season. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. On September 23, 2020, Fox announced dat tha show would continue all up in a twenty-first season.

Total Dramarama
Total DramaRama (originally titled Total Drama Daycare) be a animated comedy childrenz televizzle series. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! Well shiiiit, it aint nuthin but a cold-ass lil crossover prequel spin-off set up in a alternate universe of Total Drama n' 6teen n' is tha second spin-off of Total Drama, afta Da Ridonculous Race. Created by Tomothy McGillis n' Jizzifer Pertsch, tha series is produced by Fresh TV Inc. up in association wit Corus Entertainment n' Cartoon Network, n' distributed by Cake Entertainment. Well shiiiit, it premiered on Cartoon Network up in tha United Hoodz on September 1, 2018, n' on Teletoon up in Canada on October 7, 2018. On June 23, 2020, Corus Entertainment announced dat tha series was renewed fo' a third season.

Premise
Da series re-introduces a shitload of tha original gangsta "Total Drama" charactas up in a alternate universe where they is aged down from teenagers ta toddlers, bein taken care of by Chef Hatchet. Each episode features trip sequences, cutaways, visual jokes, confessionals, n' flashbacks fo' realz. A Ridonculous Race contestant, MacArthur, has made recurrin appearances n' nuff muthafuckin other charactas from tha Total Drama series n' Da Ridonculous Race have made cameo appearances all up in tha series.

IZ*ONE the living legends
Iz*One (/ˈaɪz wʌn/ EYEZ-wun; Korean: 아이즈원, romanized: Aijeuwon; Japanese: アイズワン, romanized: Aizuwan; stylized as IZ*ONE) was a Downtown Korean-Japanese hoe crew formed all up in tha Mnet realitizzle competizzle show Produce 48. Da crew was composed of twelve members: Jang Won-young, Sakura Miyawaki, Jo Yu-ri, Choi Ye-na, An Yu-jin, Nako Yabuki, Kwon Eun-bi, Kang Hye-won, Hitomi Honda, Kim Chae-won, Kim Min-ju, n' Lee Chae-yeon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da crew was co-managed by Off tha Record Entertainment n' Swin Entertainment.

Iz*One made they straight-up legit debut on October 29, 2018 wit they first extended play (EP) Color*Iz. Upon its release, tha crew received immediate commercial success, pushin over 225,000 units n' peakin at number 2 on Downtown Koreaz Gaon Album Chart. In addition, both tha EP n' its lead single "La Vie en Rose" charted on Bizzleboard Ghetto Albums n' Ghetto Digital Joints respectively. Da early success subsequently hailed dem as tha New Artist of tha Year at nuff muthafuckin awardz ceremonies, includin Golden Disc Awardz n' Seoul Music Awards.

Da groupz Japanese debut single, "Suki ta Iwasetai", was busted out on February 6, 2019 under UMGz EMI Recordz label. Peakin at number 2 on Oricon Singlez Chart n' wit over 250,000 unit sales, tha single was certified Platinum by tha Recordin Industry Association of Japan (RIAJ).

Throughout its actizzle years, tha crew busted out two basement mixtapes (one Korean n' one Japanese), seven extended skits (four up in Korean n' three up in Japanese). Despite initial talkz of a possible contract extension, they officially disbanded on April 29, 2021.

Da groupz name, Iz*One (stylized up in all caps), was suggested by netizens all up in tha straight-up legit Produce 48 joint n' chosen by CJ ENM. "IZ" be a numeronym fo' tha number 12, a homage ta they twelve members, while "ONE" indicates dat they is one as a group. Da asterisk (*) between "IZ" n' "ONE" symbolizes tha astrological signz of tha zodiac.

Formation all up in Produce 48
Iz*One was formed all up in tha realitizzle competizzle show Produce 48, which aired on Mnet from June 15 ta August 31, 2018. Da show was billed as a cold-ass lil collaboration between tha Korean Produce 101 franchise n' tha Japanese idol AKB48 Group. Out of a initial ninety-six contestants, tha final twelve was announced via live televizzle broadcast.

Prior ta appearin on tha show, nuff muthafuckin thugz had already been actizzle up in tha entertainment industry yo. Hitomi Honda previously made her debut as a gangmember of AKB48. Prior ta joinin HKT48, member Sakura Miyawaki had rocked up in a Shiki Theatre Company musical thang of Da Lion Mackdaddy (2008�"2009), n' member Nako Yabuki was up in tha 2005 film Touch, followed by rolez up in various Japanese televizzle dramas n' commercials. Kwon Eun-bi previously debuted wit Ye-A up in 2014 under tha stage name Kazoo yo, but lata left tha group. Kang Hye-won was a potential member fo' tha crews DayDizzle n' Da Ark. Lee Chae-yeon previously competed up in SBS' K-pop Star 3, n' JYP Entertainmentz own realitizzle competizzle show Sixteen. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Jo Yu-ri was a cold-ass lil contestant up in tha past 2017 Mnet competizzle show Idol School, where dat thugged-out biiiatch came up in fifteenth place. Kim Min-ju had rocked up as a playette up in noize vizzlez n' Korean dramas, notably tha 2018 MBC televizzle series Tempted, wherein she portrayed tha role of tha lil' Choi Soo-ji (Moon Ga-young).[27][28] An Yu-jin had also rocked up as a playette up in commercials n' noize vizzles, most notably up in a Acuvue Vita commercial.

In September 2018, Off Da Record announced dat they would be takin over tha pimpment of Iz*One from Stone Music n' Pledis fo' realz. All three Japanese thugz halted activitizzles wit they respectizzle 48 crews ta focus on Iz*One.

2018: Korean debut wit Color*Iz
Da groupz debut extended play (EP) Color*Iz was busted out on October 29, 2018, wit "La Vie en Rose" as its lead single fo' realz. A debut showcase concert, entitled Color*Iz Show-Con, was held up in conjunction wit tha mixtapez release all up in tha Olympic Hall up in Seoul, Downtown Korea, up in which tha tickets ta tha showcase was sold up within a minute of bein on sale. Iz*Onez first noize program performizzle was aired on November 1 on Mnetz M Countdown. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. They garnered they first noize program win a week lata on M Countdown, ten minutes afta they straight-up legit debut, n' broke tha record fo' tha fastest hoe crew ta receive a noize program win all up in tha time. Da EP recorded a sale of over 34,000 units up in its first dizzle of release, settin a freshly smoked up record fo' tha highest number of mixtapes sold on tha straight-up original gangsta dizzle of a hoe groupz debut release, while tha noize vizzle fo' tha lead single "La Vie en Rose" bigged up  mo' than 4.5 mazillion views within 24 minutez of its release on YallTube, makin it da most thugged-out-watched debut noize vizzle by a Korean act up in 24 minutes all up in tha time. Da EP peaked second on tha Gaon Album Chart n' sold over 225,000 copies. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! Da EP received Platinum certification by tha Korea Music Content Association (KMCA) on July 9, 2020, or 20 months upon its release, afta recordin mo' than 250,000 shipment figures. Da crew ended they promotions fo' Color*Iz on November 23 on KBSz Music Bank. With tha groupz early commercial success, Iz*One won tha "New Artist of tha Year" category all up in tha nuff muthafuckin awardz ceremonies, includin Mnet Asian Music Awards, Golden Disc Awards, n' Seoul Music Awards. Their debut was considered by Bizzleboard as one of tha dopest K-pop debutz of 2018. On December 5, Iz*One performed all up in tha 2018 FNS Music Gangbang up in Japan, tha groupz first overseas activity.

On December 6, Off Da Record announced dat Iz*One had signed a recordin contract wit Universal Music Japanz EMI Recordz label, up in preparation fo' tha groupz Japanese debut which was revealed ta be on February 6, 2019. On December 15, Sakura Miyawaki n' Nako Yabuki moonwalked back ta Japan fo' HKT48z 8th anniversary concert fo' realz. Although tha shizzle received jive-ass shiznit initially, Off Da Record responded dat tha two would participate up in tha gangbang as Iz*One members.

2019: Japanese debut, subsequent releases n' temporary hiatus
Iz*One held they Japanese debut show-con up in Tokyo Dome Citizzle Hall on January 20, where they performed they debut Japanese single "Suki ta Iwasetai" fo' tha last time.[51] Da noize vizzle fo' tha single was busted out on January 25, five minutes afta tha event, while tha single itself was busted out on February 6. Well shiiiit, it peaked at number 2 on both tha Oricon Singlez Chart n' tha Bizzleboard Japan Hot 100, pushin over 200,000 copies on its first week. On March 8, dat shiznit was certified Platinum by tha Recordin Industry Association of Japan (RIAJ) wit over 250,000 unit sales, tha groupz first Platinum certification.

On March 9, Gangsta DJ n' balla Jonas Blue busted out a freshly smoked up version of his 2018 hit single "Rise", featurin Iz*One on vocals.

Da crew busted out they second EP titled Heart*Iz on April 1. Domestic pre-ordaz fo' tha EP exceeded 200,000 copies. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! Upon its release, it topped up in both tha Gaon Album n' Oricon Overseas Album Charts, n' sold mo' than 130,000 copies up in tha straight-up original gangsta week of its sale, a freshly smoked up record fo' a K-pop hoe crew all up in tha time. Da EP was then certified Platinum on October 10 by tha KMCA afta pushin mo' than 250,000 shipment figures. Well shiiiit, it peaked at number 6 on Bizzleboard Ghetto Albums chart. Meanwhile, tha lead single "Violeta" from tha EP peaked at numbers 18 n' 5 on Gaon Digital Chart n' Bizzleboard K-pop Hot 100 respectively. Well shiiiit, it also charted at number 8 on Bizzleboard Ghetto Digital Songs. Da cold lil' woo wop received its first noize program win on SBS MTVz Da Show on April 9.

Iz*One fuckin started they first headlinin trip titled Eyes on Me at the Jamsil Indoor Stadium in Seoul, Downtown Korea. Afta tickets fo' tha straight-up original gangsta two initial dates�"June 8 n' 9�"were sold out, Off Da Record added a additionizzle gangbang date on June 7. Durin tha tour, they performed two freshly smoked up joints, "Ayayaya" n' "So Curious", as sub-units. Overall, tha crew hit up eight ghettos up in five territories, wit 81,000 attendizzle up in total. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. On July 6, tha crew participated up in tha annual noize gangbang KCON, held at the Madison Square Garden in New York City, they first U.S. performance.

Da crew busted out they second Japanese single, "Buenos Aires", on June 26. Da single debuted atop on both Japanese domestic charts�"the Oricon Singlez Chart n' the Bizzleboard Japan Hot 100. It received its Platinum certification by tha RIAJ up in July 2019. On September 25, Iz*One busted out they third Japanese single titled "Vampire". Like tha previous release, tha single topped on both domestic charts up in Japan wit its first week salez exceedin 200,000 copies; leadin ta its Gold certification by tha RIAJ. Well shiiiit, it be also tha groupz only Japanese release ta chart on Bizzleboard K-pop Hot 100, peakin at number 52. Peepin they commercial success, tha crew became Oriconz best-pimpin freshly smoked up artist fo' tha straight-up original gangsta half of 2019, accountin a estimated earnin of ¥510 mazillion (₩5.5 billion) of total salez up in Japan between December 10, 2018 n' June 9, 2019. Iz*One participated up in tha 2019 Tokyo Hoes Collection events held up in three consecutizzle ghettos, tha straight-up original gangsta hommie performa ta do so.

Da crew was scheduled ta release they first basement mixtape on November 11. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat tha release was postponed cuz of the Mnet vote manipulation investigation. Investigations revealed dat the Produce 48 producer Ahn Joon-lil' had selected tha twelve thugz of Iz*One from tha top 20 just before tha airin of tha finale. As a result, Iz*Onez showcases, promotions, n' nuff muthafuckin hommie appearances was shut down or put on hold, which included tha release of they gangbang film, Eyes on Me: Da Porno, and they Japanese promotions.

2020�"2021: Bloom*Iz, Oneiric Diary, Twelve, One-reela / Act IV, final gangbang n' disbandment
On January 6, 2020, Iz*One members' agencies and CJ ENM reached a agreement dat tha crew would resume they activities On February, they busted out they first basement mixtape Bloom*Iz and its single "Fiesta". On February 23, tha mixtape broke tha then-record fo' tha highest first-week salez on Hanteo fo' a mixtape by a hoe crew wit 356,313 copies; it be also tha straight-up original gangsta mixtape by a hoe crew ta surpass tha 300,000 copies mark up in Hanteoz history. Bloom*Iz was certified Platinum by the Korea Music Content Association (KMCA) on April 9 afta pushin mo' than 390,000 shipment figures. In addizzle ta domestic achievements, Bloom*Iz also topped Oricon Overseas Album Chart, followin they previous two EPs.

On June 15, Iz*One busted out they third EP, Oneiric Diary, n' its lead single "Secret Rap of tha Swan". Da singlez noize vizzle was originally scheduled ta be busted out on tha same dizzle yo, but was postponed ta June 16. Da crew held a cold-ass lil comeback showcase ta promote tha EP on Mnetz second channel M2. Oneiric Diary peaked at number 2 n' has recorded over 510,000 salez on the Gaon Album Chart. Well shiiiit, it is one of tha straight-up original gangsta two mixtapes by a hoe crew ta be certified Double Platinum by tha KMCA, tha other tha one being Twice's Mo' & Mo'. On September 13, Iz*One held they first online gangbang titled "Oneiric Theater". On October 21, tha crew busted out they first Japanese basement mixtape Twelve. Da mixtape debuted atop the Oricon Albums Chart. On December 7, Iz*One busted out they fourth EP, One-reela / Act IV, accompanied by its lead single "Panorama". Da EP debuted at number one on tha Gaon Album Chart.

On January 26, 2021, Iz*One busted out a promotionizzle single titled "D-D-Dance" fo' Universe, a mobile application. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. On February 11, tha crew announced dat they would hold they final online gangbang named "One, Da Story" on March 13 n' 14 ahead of they contract expiration up in April yo, but tha announcement on its extension was not yet announced. On February 15, 2021, 5 selected Iz*One thugz (Kwon Eun-bi, Sakura Miyawaki, Kim Min-ju, Jo Yu-ri n' Jang Won-young) participated up in tha release of a promotionizzle single, “Zero:Attitude” alongside tha artists Soyou (who previously trained tha crew in Produce 48) and pH-1. Da cold lil' woo wop was busted out up in collaboration with Pepsi and Starship, as a part of they PEPSI X STARSHIP campaign. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Iz*One participated up in tha compilation mixtape Rewind : Blossom and remade Roo'raz ghettofab cold lil' woo wop 3!4!.

On April 29, 2021, Iz*One officially disbanded afta tha end of they contract. When tha groupz disbandment was announced, tha straight-up legit fanbase of tha group, WIZ*ONE, started a initiatizzle called Parallel Universe on April 21, 2021, up in a attempt ta prevent tha hoes from disbanding. Da name "Parallel Universe" was chosen ta pay homage ta a cold lil' woo wop wit tha same title dat was busted out durin tha One, Da Rap concert. Da initiatizzle raised ₩1,000,000,000 (roughly US$900,000), its fundin goal yo, but despite tha support from tha entire WIZ*ONE hood, tha initiatizzle failed, n' Iz*One disbanded as planned.

On June 19, CJ ENM confirmed dat negotiations was underway ta potentially relaunch tha group, up in consultation wit tha agencies which manage tha members. Despite havin initial discussionz of tha relaunch, tha groupz relaunch has fallen all up in az of July 6, n' tha groupz re-debut has been shut down.

Jang Won-young
Jang Won-lil' (Korean: 장원영; born August 31, 2004), betta known mononymously as Wonyoung, be a Downtown Korean thug n' model. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch is known fo' finishin first up in Mnetz hoe crew game realitizzle televizzle show Produce 48 n' debutin wit Iz*One up in 2018 as tha centa of tha group. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch is currently a trainee under Starshizzle Entertainment followin Iz*Onez disbandment on April 29, 2021.

Early game n' ejaculation
Jang Won-lil' started doin thangs on August 31, 2004 up in Ichon-dong, Yongsangu, Seoul yo. Her crew consistz of her mother, daddy n' a olda sista n' shiznit fo' realz. As a cold-ass lil child, she attended flute, piano, violin n' swimmin academies, includin mathematics n' Gangsta tutoring. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was scouted on tha streets by Starshizzle Entertainment afta attendin her sisterz middle school graduation ceremony. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch started hustlin wit Starshizzle Entertainment fo' 1 year n' 2 months before joinin Produce 48.

Afta startin Iz*Onez activities, Off tha Record announced Jang n' her muthafathas' intention ta home-school up in April 2019, dropped outta Yonggang Middle School n' took tha qualification exam. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch passed wit a slick score up in Korean, Gangsta, n' mathematics. In 2020, she entered School of Performin Arts wit a major up in practical music.

2018�"2021: Produce 48, Iz*One, solo activities
From June 15 ta August 31, 2018, Jang represented Starshizzle Entertainment alongside An Yu-jin n' Cho Ka-hyeon on tha hoe crew game realitizzle televizzle show Produce 48. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch eventually placed first n' debuted wit Iz*One as tha centa of tha group.

Da groupz Korean debut extended play (EP) Color*Iz was busted out on October 29, 2018 under Off tha Record label, wit "La Vie en Rose" servin as its title track. Both tha EP n' its lead single received immediate commercial success, allowin tha crew ta receive tha New Artist of tha Year award at nuff muthafuckin awardz ceremonies, includin Golden Disc Awardz n' Seoul Music Awards. Da groupz Japanese debut single, "Suki ta Iwasetai", was busted out on February 6, 2019 under UMGz EMI Recordz label.[8] Along wit tha groupz Japanese debut promotion, Jang was chosen alongside tha Japanese member Sakura Miyawaki ta centa a cold-ass lil collaboration stage between Nogizaka46, Keyakizaka46 n' AKB48 on FNS Music Gangbang.[9]

At tha start of September 2019, Jang was chosen ta strutt tha runway on 29th Tokyo Hoes Collection 2019 Autumn/Winta held at Saitama Supa Arena, markin her runway debut.[10] Biatch reappeared, up in tha same year, on tha runway fo' 29th Tokyo Hoes Collection 2019 Autumn/Winta held up in Kitakyushu fo'sho fo' realz. Afta Iz*Onez disbandment on April 29, 2021, Jang went back ta be a trainee under Starshizzle Entertainment along wit crew dawg n' label dawg An Yu-jin.

Endorsements
Durin her trainee period at Starshizzle Entertainment early 2018, Jang was chosen as a model on a noize vizzle sponsored by Pepsi KOREA dat named "LOVE IT LIVE IT", along wit YDPP n' Park Sun.

Alongside wit her activitizzles wit Iz*One, Jang rocked up as a promotionizzle model fo' nuff magazine covers, includin Beauty Plus, Vogue Korea, n' Elle Korea fo' various brand name beauty shizzle up in Downtown Korea like fuckin Dior, Miu Miu, n' Laura Mercier n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch also rocked up in GQ Korea magazine July 2020 Issue. Jang rocked up as a model fo' Miu Miu Pre Sprin 2021 collection wit Kim Min-ju on Elle Korea February 2021 Issue. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was listed as tha K-icons fo' Miu Miu along wit Im Yoon-ah durin tha Autumn/Winta 2021 Fashizzle Week. In 2021, Jang was chosen as a model on a noize vizzle named "ZERO:ATTITUDE", which was sponsored by Pepsi under tha name of Iz*One fo' Pepsi 2021 K-Pop Campaign. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da campaign was revealed by her parent agency Starshizzle Entertainment as a cold-ass lil collaboration between Iz*One n' Soyou, featurin pH-1.

Afta Iz*Onez disbandment, Jang rocked up on nuff muthafuckin fashizzle films namely Chaumetz Joséphine Collection n' Miu Miuz Maritime. On July 27, 2021, Amorepacific Corporation announced dat Jang has been chosen as tha freshly smoked up muse n' global ambassador of its natural cosmetics brand Innisfree.

Whatever the hell this is
Da Dizzle My fuckin Butt Went Psycho! be a Australian-Canadian animated televizzle series based loosely upon tha novel seriez of a similar name by Andy Griffiths. Da show premiered on tha Australian televizzle channel Nine Network up in September 2013 n' on tha Canuck televizzle channels Teletoon n' Cartoon Network.

Plot
Da series, played up as a cold-ass lil comedy as opposed ta a story-based narratizzle as tha novels were, features Zack Freeman, a junior booty fighter, his booty Deuce n' Eleanor Sterne, tha daughta of legendary booty fighta Silas Sterne.

Nanalan'
Nanalan' be a Canuck childrenz televizzle series pimped by Jizzy Shannon n' Jizzo Hopley. Well shiiiit, it fuckin started up in 1999 as a seriez of three-minute shorts n' lata ran fo' a season of full-length episodes spannin 21 minutes each. Well shiiiit, it chroniclez tha small-scale adventures n' discoveriez of a three-year-old puppet hoe named Mona up in her grandmutha Nana Beaz backyard. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da title be a cold-ass lil contraction of tha phrase "Nana Land," referrin ta tha setting.

Hopley n' Shannon, whoz ass continued ta work wit Nickelodeon afterwardz on they creation Mista Muthafuckin Meaty, produced tha series all up in they puppetry troupe Da Grogs up in association wit Lenz Entertainment. Da show uses a funky-ass blend of hand puppetry n' tha manipulation of cardboard cutouts, particularly up in tha openin theme. While tha shorts do not follow a structure, tha half-hour episodes follow a loose format dat includes at least one cold lil' woo wop n' readin a original gangsta rap ta tha viewers.

Da show received three nominations all up in tha 2004 Gemini Awardz n' was fairly well received by Canuck n' U.S. press, wit some muthafuckas callin attention ta tha showz surreal presentation n' genuine approach ta its concept. Dat shiznit was short-lived, as Nickelodeon did not pick up a second season. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. In 2004, select episodes was busted out across nuff muthafuckin DVDs up in tha United Hoods. In 2015, tha series went viral wit a resurgence up in popularitizzle on joints like fuckin Tumblr n' YallTube fo' its bizarre nature.

Scaredy Squirrel
Scaredy Squirrel be a Canuck animated televizzle series based straight-up loosely on tha Scaredy Squirrel book series by Mélanie Watt. Da series premiered on April 1, 2011 on YTV up in Canada n' August 9, 2011 on Cartoon Network up in tha United Hoods. Da series was produced up in association wit YTV by Nelvana, wit additionizzle thang facilitizzles provided by Studio 306, Pipeline Studios Inc. n' Supa Sonics Productions Inc., wit Dolby Digital bustin tha sound, wit Writas Guild of Canada n' ACTRA freestylin tha showz renewal plates, wit tha series' fundin provided by Da Canada Media Fund n' Da Canuck Film or Video Production Tax Credit. Da series also aired on Qubo from 2017 until its channel discontinuation up in 2021.

Plot
Da series chroniclez tha adventurez of Scaredy, a energetic anthropomorphic orange squirrel, n' his dopest playa Dave, a funky-ass blue skunk. Their antics take place up in tha fictionizzle Balsa City, n' often all up in tha local supermarket tha Stash "N" Hoard, where Scaredy works as a stacker.

Characters
Sally (voiced by Linda Kash) - A turquoise trout whoz ass is deeply up in ludd wit Scaredy. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sally is Kool & Tha Gang n' be thinkin she n' Scaredy could be a phat couple, when up in truth Scaredy is freaked up by her muthafuckin ass.
 * Scaredy Orville Squirrel (voiced by Terry McGurrin) - A smart, germophobic, n' occasionally shy orange flyin squirrel whoz ass works as a stacker at a grocery store called Stash "N" Hoard n' is fond of cleaning.
 * Dizzy "Dave" Skunkerton Weeb (voiced by Jonathan Gould) - Scaredyz dopest playa whoz ass be a funky-ass blue skunk yo. Dude be also dim-witted n' is fond of bein messy n' farting.
 * Nestor (voiced by Patrick McKenna) - Nestor be a yellow canary whoz ass is tha manager of Stash "N" Hoard. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dude be also Scaredyz boss n' one of his wild lil' frenemies.
 * Momma (voiced by Jayne Eastwood) - A grouchy pastel pink canary whoz ass owns tha Stash "N" Hoard, n' whoz ass is Nestorz mutha n' shit. Momma make surprise appearances at any time, n' is fond of firin playas even dem playas whoz ass don't work all up in tha Stash "N" Hoard.
 * Paddy (voiced by Dizzy Berni) - A gray, egotistical ferret whoz ass be always makin shiznit fo' Scaredy.
 * Slick Rick - Slick Rick is Scaredyz inanimate pet plant. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Slick Rick seems ta be slightly sadistic, as peeped when he forces Scaredy ta wear tha "Hat of Pain".
 * Mildred (voiced by Jizzy Watson) - A toad whoz ass works all up in tha Stash "N" Hoard n' seems ta be Nestorz only playa yo, but it ain't no stoppin cause I be still poppin'. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch be always peeped drankin a funky-ass forty of soda n' is constantly burping. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch be also a secret spy but only Scaredy n' Dizzle know.
 * Bucky "Buck" Beaver (voiced by Dizzy Berni) - A beaver whoz ass works all up in tha Stash "N" Hoard. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dude is playaz wit Hatton, Scaredy n' Dave.
 * Hatton (voiced by Dwayne Hill) - A mule whoz ass works all up in tha Stash "N" Hoard. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dude is playaz wit Buck, Scaredy n' Dave.
 * Milly (voiced by Laurie Elliott) - A strange domestic cow dat lives up in Balsa City. Often peeped ridin' dirty. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch also licks Scaredy up in his chill.
 * Philmore (voiced by Terry McGurrin) - An excited, nervous, fast-talkin peading-a-ling whoz ass frequents tha Stash "N" Hoard.
 * Sue (voiced by Julie Lemieux) - A biatch version of Scaredy whom Scaredy has a cold-ass lil crush on but it turned up dat dat biiiiatch was insane. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch wears a chronic dress n' has a ponytail. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch first rocked up in tha episode "Actin Silly" yo, but also appears all up in tha beginnin of tha theme song.

Rated A for Awesome
Rated A fo' Bangin be a Canuck animated televizzle series pimped by Asaph Fipke. Well shiiiit, it premiered on YTV on September 3, 2011 n' ended on February 25, 2012. Rated A fo' Bangin also aired on Deez'nuts XD up in United Hoods. Da series was produced by tha Canuck animation basement Nerd Corps Entertainment.

Premise
Four 12-year-old lil playas n' a monkey attempt ta make tha ghetto phat by awesomizin every last muthafuckin thang boring, includin tha ghettoz dullest mackdaddy n' detention.

Characters

 * Lesta "Les" Bangin (voiced by Sam Vincent) is tha leader, n' tha shortest of tha crew yo. Dude is tha only one up in his crew whoz ass aint gots a trophy until da thug was rewarded fo' savin one of mah thugss game yo. His catchphrase is, "Time ta awesomize!" up in tha intro. Les is Theraz step brutha n' dat schmoooove muthafucka hates tha last dizzle of summer break n' tha ghettoside. Les has blue hair, blue eyes, dat schmoooove muthafucka has a tan n' da thug wears a stripey blue T-shirt n' jeans yo. Dude be also not straight-up phat at rappin n' ridin' dirty.
 * Noam Plinsky (voiced by Brian Drummond) be a tall teen. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Dude be a inventor whoz ass can operate anythang yo. Dude also skits boombox n' beats a shitload n' is straight-up phat at it yo. Dude gets mostly stage fright n' hates bein stared at. Like Les n' Thera, Noam wears only one type of colour yo. Dude has chronic hair, blue eyes, chronic glasses, a chronic hoodie (with sleeves) wit a cold-ass lil computa juice button symbol on it, he also wears chronic Nikes n' jeans yo. Dude has a cold-ass lil crush on Thera but keeps it secret from tha rest of tha crew. In "Theraz Date With Destiny" it is shown dat da thug is ghon be her Future prom date. When da perved-out muthafucka shows sign of likin Thera he just screams n' runs away, or gets mad embarrassed, blushes, n' attempts ta chizzle tha subject.
 * Lars Arnst (voiced by Colin Murdock) is tha fattest n' craziest member n' shiznit yo. Dude has a Nordic accent yo. Dude be a pimped out thug n' hustla n' dropped time up in tha school Glee Joint. But his cold-ass mackdaddy fired his ass up in "Lesterz Song of Doom". Lars wears a red hoodie, blue jeans n' red trainers, plus dat schmoooove muthafucka has blonde afro n' blue eyes.
 * Thera Kerplopolis (voiced by Chiara Zanni), as named by Principal up in "Club Detention", sometimes mistakenly called Thera Awesome, is thugged-out n' athletic. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch is locked n loaded fo' action n' never gives up. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sometimes dat freaky freaky biatch has a lil bit of a temper when it comes ta rivals. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch likes takin on risky tasks. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch be also Les' stepsista n' had a cold-ass lil crush on Ned Falcon up in "Bangin Ride" yo, but now seems ta be fallin fo' Noam. Thera has purple afro wit a pink-purple coloured fringe, n' dat biiiiatch wears a pink t-shirt n' purple trousers.
 * Mista Muthafuckin Twitchy (voiced by Tabitha St. Germain) be a dunkadelic smart-ass monkey whoz ass be always bustin a funky-ass blonde wig yo. His catchphrase is "ha cha cha!"

Why Roblox is the worst game ever. (because it had to be done at some point)
IT'S NOT FREAKIN' FREE - These jerks have tha nerve ta say itz free, even though 90% of gameplay prohibits unpaid playas ta join. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. (CHROME COUNTERS THIS: It be free yo, but ta git mo' priveliges you gotta loot Builderz Joint.)

IT'S NOT CHILD FRIENDLY - Da creators is lyin jerks. They say itz a lil playas game but itz NOT. Yo ass can do ANYTHING IN IT (Mo' shiznit then Scribblenauts) If anything, it should be rated R fo' retarded. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! (CHROME COUNTERS THIS: Moderators peep tha game n' peep if anythang is bad. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! For example, if one of mah thugs uploadz porn it gets deleted n' tha muthafucka whoz ass done did it gets banned.)

IT HAS A HORRIBLE COMMUNITY - No matta how tha fuck def yo ass is or how tha fuck phatsauce yo ass is, playas won't shut tha hell up bout what tha fuck you bustin. (CHROME COUNTERS THIS: Yeah, dat was up in 2012. :3)

IT'S PRICEY - It aint nuthin but just not worth tha scrilla. (CHROME COUNTERS THIS: It aint nuthin but not pricey unless you want Builderz Joint. Da admins gotta keep tha joint up somehow.)

HALF THE PLAYERS ARE NO OLDER THEN 7 - Since itz called a Kidz game, tonz of lil lil playas is on there whoz ass can't spell a simple word. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! They're MORONS. (CHROME COUNTERS THIS: Mo' mature playas is joining, n' tha age is pretty much 10+. I know a 17-year-old whoz ass skits ROBLOX.)

THERE'S NOOBS EVERYWHERE - Noobs, Noobs everywhere, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. (CHROME COUNTERS THIS: Muthafuckas whoz ass say noobs is noobs theyselves. Well unless you sayin what tha fuck I just holla'd.)

IT'S OBSESSIVE - Usually, fo' game like Minecraft, Toontown or Mario, dis be a phat thang yo, but fo' dis game, tha shiznit n' stupiditizzle is mind-numbin n' causes psychedelic issues. (CHROME COUNTERS THIS: Violent game is on ROBLOX n' wack game is too yo, but thatz cuz playas can create anythang on there.)

HORRIBLE ADMINS - Da admins is complete bread sandwiches. They ban playas fo' no reason n' let tha shitty playas do whatever they want. (CHROME COUNTERS THIS: Da admins work hard n' mah playas just hates dem wild-ass muthafuckas. They don't deserve ta be hated, n' if they bread sandwiches how tha fuck did they git tha thang, biatch? And only one admin banned playas fo' no reason cuz dat biiiiatch was Atheist n' da hoe banned playas whoz ass was religious.)

YOU NEED TO KEEP PAYING - In Minecraft, you pay $26.95 ta git tha game FOREVER. In Roblox, you need ta pay $349.95 fo' forever n' shit. In Toontown, you pay $10 a month. In Roblox, you pay $5 ta $20 a month. Don't you peep suttin' wack here!, biatch? (CHROME COUNTERS THIS: Only if you have Builderz Joint.)

Moon Snailz Verdict
gr8 b8 m8 I r8 8/8 no l8 h8

TIFU by telling my friend that her dog isn’t non-binary.
This happened durin lunch when she excitedly brought her dawg along. It’s a supa thugged-out “labradoodle” n' dat freaky freaky biatch has had his ass fo' 3 weeks now, nahmeean, biatch? Like most freshly smoked up dawg ballaz dat dunkadelic hoe talked a shitload bout dis dawg n' how tha fuck smart-ass he is, how tha fuck he is wit other dawgs n' people, etc. I didn’t mind of course, if it made her aiiight then why not!

An minute or so tha fuck into lunch I noticed she kept referrin ta tha dawg as “it” n' “they” I axed what tha fuck gender tha dawg be n' she gave me such a look. “…THEY is non-binary. THEY aint gots a gender.” Er… what, biatch? Biatch straight-up took me surprise n' then I laughed thankin dat biiiiatch was clownin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Well, dat biiiiatch wasn’t…

I then made tha fuck up of sayin dat it’s a lil' bit wack-ass ta be dat way bout her dog. It’s not like tha dawg can tell her dat HE don’t identify as a gender n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was furious when I holla'd dat n' tha rest of tha lunch was awkward as hell, even afta changin tha subject.

TLDR; TIFU by spittin some lyrics ta mah playa over lunch dat her freshly smoked up adorable labradoodle dawg isn’t non-binary.

Edit: straight-up thought I was goin ta git don't give a fuck bout fo' this, glad ta know I’m not a total shitty person.

Among Us is Dead to Me....
I can't fuckin take dat shit. I peep a image of a random object posted n' then I peep it, I fuckin peep dat shit. "Oh dat looks kinda like tha among our asses muthafucka" it started as. Thatz funky, thatz a cold-ass lil def reference. But I kept going, I'd peep a gangbangin' fridge dat looked like among us, I'd peep a animated ounce ta tha bounce of chips dat looked like among us, I'd peep a funky-ass basebizzle cap dat looked like among our asses fo' realz. And every last muthafuckin time I'd burst tha fuck into a insane, breath deprived laugh starin all up in tha image as tha lyrics AMOGUS ran all up in mah head. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! It aint nuthin but torment, psychedelic torture, I be bein conditioned ta laugh maniacly any time I peep a oval on a red object. I can't fuckin live like dis y'all... I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't son! And don't git me fuckin started on tha lyrics muthafucka! I be bout ta never hear tha word suspicious again n' again n' again without thankin of among us. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Someone do suttin' shitty n' I can't say anythang other than "sus." I could peep a playa cappin' mah playas I gots a straight-up boner fo' n' all I would be able ta say is "red sus" n' laugh like a gangbangin' fuckin crazy person. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. And tha word "among" is ruined. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da phrase "among us" is ruined. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I can't live no mo' fo' realz. Among our asses has fucked wit mah fuckin game. I wanna eject mah dirty ass from dis plane of existence. MAKE IT STOP!

Two Trucks Having AMONG US!
Two trucks havin AMONG US Two trucks havin AMONG US My fuckin muscles, mah musclez Involuntarily flex Two trucks havin AMONG US Two trucks havin AMONG US My fuckin muscles, mah musclez Involuntarily flex Two pickup trucks Makin SUS Gangsta made Built Ford tough Two dope cappin' machines Gangsta angels up in tha sky Grown pimps cry Two trucks havin AMONG US (oh yes) Two trucks havin AMONG US (oh yes) My fuckin musclez (uh) My fuckin musclez (uh) Involuntarily flex Two trucks, havin AMONG US (oh yes) Two trucks, havin AMONG US (oh yes) My fuckin musclez (uh) mah musclez (uh) Involuntarily flex Right by mah side Therez zz top And robert z'dar From maniac cop one, two n' three This barbecue could brang you ta yo' knees And so could these two trucks Two trucks holdin handz Two trucks holdin handz Da suspicion, tha suspicion Is mo' than I can withstand Two trucks holdin handz Two trucks holdin handz Da suspicion, tha suspicion My fuckin big-ass fat ass expandz Two pickup trucks One cylinder block Crush mah body like a rock So dope No stars tonight Just fireworks n' eaglez up in tha sky Da foundin fathers cry Two trucks havin AMONG US(oh yes) Two trucks havin AMONG US (oh yes) My fuckin musclez (uh) mah musclez (uh) Involuntarily flex Two trucks, havin AMONG US (oh yes) Two trucks, havin AMONG US (oh yes) My fuckin musclez (uh) mah musclez (uh) Involuntarily flex Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah-ha-ha-ha, ah-ah Two trucks havin AMONG US Two trucks havin AMONG US My fuckin muscles, mah musclez Involuntarily flex Two trucks havin AMONG US Two trucks havin AMONG US My fuckin muscles, mah musclez Involuntarily flex Two trucks (havin AMONG US) Two trucks (havin AMONG US) Two trucks (havin AMONG US, havin AMONG US, havin AMONG HS) Two trucks (havin AMONG US) Two trucks (havin AMONG US Two trucks (havin AMONG US, havin AMONG US havin AMONG US)

"Buried under a rock"?
"Buried under a rock?" Fuck dat shit, you not buried under a rock. Yo ass is fuckin oblivious. Yo ass is 60 milez under a gangbangin' fuckin mountain. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. You've already decomposed n' have started tha process of fossilization. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. How tha fuck can you be all kindsa stupid, biatch? Did yo dirty ass receive even a funky-ass basic fuckin ejaculation, biatch? Has you done eva read a funky-ass book, biatch? Yo ass betta even read, biatch? I don't be thinkin you've been exposed ta even a half formed thought all up in yo' pitiful some odd muthafuckin yearz of existence. Da fact dat you was able ta post dat is straight-up astonishin thankin bout yo' menstrual capacity. What tha fuck have you even done wit yo' game, biatch? Has you done not desired ta be pimped outer, biatch? To not have yo' entire worth as a thug boiled down ta tha black market pricez of yo' organs, biatch? Because yo' dome shizzle as a muthafucka aint worth anything, itz a gangbangin' fuckin liability.

Spawnjz/Spongey Cheese

 * Da show is either called "Spawnjz" or "Spongey Cheese" (because it has tonz of thang placement fo' Chuck E. Cheese n' Showbizzle Pizza).
 * Have it made up in 2005.


 * Make tha show up in Garryz Mod.
 * All tha charactas is TF2 freaks (e.g. tha Vagineer n' Painis Cupcake)
 * There is random Sonic Says-esque morals.
 * Patrick be a human playa bustin a PTT Chuck E. Cheese costume 24/7/365, like tha image onto tha right.
 * Squidward be a Somethang Awful-goon wannabee whoz ass make funk of autistic playas n' uses tha fag suffix like there be a no tomorrow.
 * Let Mark from Fuck No TV Tropes n' Ed MacDizzle write all tha episodes.
 * Everyone dat edited Da Rapsittie Kidz - Believe In Gangsta edit all tha episodes.
 * Derek Cabbage (aka Daddy Derek) n' Ravager Library Pt II direct all tha episodes.
 * Da show is produced by Williams Street.
 * Squidwardz doggy den is tha ВИD Mask.
 * Everyone is either voiced by Rob Paulsen (usin his Toodlez voice), Maria Darlin (usin her Amelia (from Rubbadubbers) voice), Kristen Bone (usin her Maggie voice), Rick Bailey (usin his Quezar n' Beach Bear voices), WelvenDaGreat, Scott Wilson (usin his Chuck E. Cheese voice), Denise Oliver (usin her Maurecia voice), Nancy Lenihan (usin her Helen Henny voice), Joe Conti (usin his Rolfe & Earl voices), Lil' Bow Wow Minnotte, or Russi Tay-Tay (usin her Webby voice).
 * Have there be thang placement fo' tha Sony SLV-KS1 Pornotime Kidz VCR n' tha charactas rap bout dat shit.
 * Da show solely exists ta advertise Magic Mart, Pibb Xtra, Chuck E. Cheese, n' Bobz Space Racers' arcade games.
 * Da show airs on Adult Swim.
 * Adult Swim is discontinued cuz of this, n' tha show is eventually moved ta JUCE TV.
 * Give it a spin-off called "Garyz Clues", which be a big-ass knock-off of Bluez Clues.
 * In holla'd spin-off, Gary take a shits ta spread clues.
 * Oh, n' he a poop-dispensin machine.
 * Every time he poops, da perved-out muthafucka shrieks fo' a gangbangin' full minute.
 * Sandy be a cold-ass lil con artist opossum.
 * Keep it hustlin all up in at least 1000000 seasons.
 * Da Krusty Krab is replaced wit a Showbizzle Pizzy Palace n' all dem fools dat smokes at it pukes from how tha fuck shitty tha pizzy smoked (see dis fo' info ).
 * WAY too much toilet humor.
 * Fill it wit unfunny pop culture references n' bitch ass humor dat is just there ta be edgy.
 * Gory jumpscares is abundant n' unexpectedly step tha fuck up at random moments.
 * In-your-face shotz of tha charactas step tha fuck up whenever tha viewer don't expect dat shit.
 * Da theme cold lil' woo wop be a instrumenstrual cover of "Hardware Store" by Weird Al Yankovic, played on a Suzuki Omnichord by what tha fuck soundz like one of mah thugss faded uncle.
 * Da Special Playas theme cold lil' woo wop skits at random moments.
 * Picturez of Helen Henny is flashed onscreen ta hypnotize viewers tha fuck into worshippin her n' wantin ta loot Helen Henny loot fo' horny-ass pleasure.
 * Larry is replaced wit a zombified Crusty tha Cat.
 * In addizzle ta that, Jizzy Widelock voices him!
 * And his voice is supa creepy dawwwwg! YIKES!
 * Barney tha Dinosaur n' Elmo step tha fuck up in tha live action segments, replacin Patchy n' Potty, n' they is framin devices a la Shinin Time Station.
 * All tha bang joints is replaced wit Chuck E Cheesez n' Showbizzle Pizzy joints.
 * Make a episode fo' each anniversary of events up in Chuck E Cheese n' Showbizzle Pizzy history bout holla'd events.
 * Da lil pimps from 1980s n' 1990s Chuck E. Cheese commercials make cameo appearances.
 * SpunkBizzlez "I be ready!" is replaced wit "Fuck you, nahmean biiiatch?"
 * Make "Squidwardz Suicide" a real episode.
 * Spot be a rabid bulldog istead of a ameoba.
 * No music.

How tha fuck ta fuck up tha episodes (Spawnjz/Spongey Cheese)

 * Help Wanted: SpunkBizzle gets a thang as a restroom cleaner at Showbizzle Pizza.
 * Reef Blower: Da charactas drop a rhyme up in dis episode.
 * Tea all up in tha Treedome: SpunkBizzle n' Patrick straight-up take a thugged-out dirtnap of dehydration, yet they is kickin it n' well up in tha next episode.
 * Ripped Pants: Da episode is renamed ta "Pooped Pants", n' SpunkBizzle poops his baggy-ass pants instead of rippin dem wild-ass muthafuckas fo' realz. Also, when tha shizzle is shown, Sandy say "BARF LIKE YOU MEAN IT!" ta tha viewers.
 * Naughty Nautical Neighbors: SpunkBizzle n' Patrick git tha fuck into fights involvin cursing, physical shit, n' rude gestures. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Squidward straight-up takes a thugged-out dirt nap afta chokin on tha fork, n' instead of Patrick savin him, he neglects his ass like up in dis vizzle ta Squidward, yet he is kickin it n' well up in tha next scene.
 * Pizzy Delivery: Remove tha rattlin spoons dizzle n' tha Krusty Krab pizzy song. Instead, have SpunkBizzle n' Squidward rap "Smile America, Say Chuck E. Cheese".
 * Home Sweet Pineapple: SpunkBizzle endz up livin on tha street fo' tha rest of his wild lil' freakadelic game.
 * Band Geeks: Patrick, instead of askin if Mayonnaise be a instrument, asks ta git all up in tha bathroom fo' realz. Also, tha Bubble Bowl be at Chuck E. Cheese n' Sweet Victory is replaced wit "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star." Da performizzle then becomes a gangbangin' failure n' Squilliam wins.
 * Sailor Mouth: Da swear word is uncensored, n' itz tha n-word. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! ALso, uncensor tha swears ta include bitch ass dialogue.
 * Da Bully: Flats' punches straight-up hurt SpunkBizzle, n' he gets beat up pretty badly fo' realz. Also, Flats only gets a slap on tha wrist fo' whoopin his ass up.
 * Krabby Land: Mista Muthafuckin Krabs altas tha playplace ta include torture devices.
 * Mid-Life Crustacean: It aint nuthin but all bout Mista Muthafuckin Krabs goin on a murderfest. In tha end, he gets grounded fo' 999 centuries similar ta a GoAnimate grounded vizzle.
 * Born Again Krabs: Mista Muthafuckin Krabs takes a thugged-out dirt nap afta smokin tha oldschool Krabby Patty, n' he never comes back, n' he is replaced by a cold-ass lil chef named Funny Fred.
 * Planktonz Army: Remove tha Sheldon scene.
 * Fear of a Krabby Patty - This episode is renamed ta "Night of tha Livin Animatronics." n' dis episode be bout tha animatronics comin ta game a la Five Nights at Freddy's, n' SpunkBizzle has ta stop dem wild-ass muthafuckas.
 * And there would be loadz of jumpscares.
 * Stuck up in tha Wringer: SpunkBizzle don't git outta tha wringer n' shiznit fo' realz. Also, when SpunkBizzle becomes crazed near tha end, he is revealed ta be high on meth, wit graphic sores on his wild lil' grill dat stay fo' tha rest of tha series.
 * One Coarse Meal: Planktonz nightmare is true, n' afta he manages ta git outta Pearl, he straight-up gets hit by a funky-ass bus.
 * Is Yo ass Kool as fuck Now?: Replace it wit "Squidwardz Suicide." This be also tha last episode where Squidward appears.
 * SpunkBizzle, Yo ass is Fired: SpunkBizzle stays unemployed fo' tha rest of tha series.
 * Patrick! Da Game: Da episode is called "Gamin Time" n' tha entire episode be a vodka-induced game of Cardz Against Humanitizzle between SpunkBizzle, Patrick, and, fo' reasons unknown, Cooch from SuperMansion.
 * Whirly Domes: SpunkBizzle n' Patrick act mad dumb afta gettin they domes out. There is bitch ass autizzle jokes throught tha episode.
 * Oldskool Man Patrick: SpunkBizzle n' Patrick straight-up take a thugged-out dirtnap as oldschool people.
 * Gary n' Spot: Gary n' Spot is revealed ta be serial killers, n' spend tha episode cappin' everyone.
 * Mackdaddy Plankton: A disturbin leech-like creature up in tha one whoz ass tries ta smoke tha sea chimps instead of Patrick. Da sea chimps n' Plankton straight-up git smoked n' digested.
 * SpunkBizzle up in RandomLand: Da entire thang is turned tha fuck into a anti-drug PSA. RandomLand is part of SpunkBizzle n' Squidwardz sticky-icky-icky hallucinations, mah playas is on some sort of sticky-icky-icky, complete wit tha effects dat tha sticky-icky-ickys have on them, n' tha Squidwardz Suicizzle grill is replaced wit Squidward wit disastrous side effects from sticky-icky-ickys.

Spongez Ghetto

 * Let it air on PBS Kidz GO!, n' eventually move it ta tha Hallmark channel afta PBS Kidz GO!z cancellation.
 * Spongebob is renamed "Sponge", n' his fuckin last name is "Da Kitchen Sponge".
 * Patrick be a star from space, n' his name is "Patrick", wit his surname bein "Da Kooky Space Star".
 * Pearl appears up in EVERY episode, no matta what, n' gets mo' screentime than any suckas.
 * In one episode, Patrick smokes oldschool Cranium clay n' then vomits.
 * Mista Muthafuckin Krabs aint gots a gangbangin' fetish fo' scrilla yo, but rather copiez of tha book "Everyone Poops".
 * Squidward dabs every last muthafuckin once up in a while, n' instead of hatin his thang, he rides hard fo' dat shit.
 * Da Krusty Krab is replaced wit a McDonalds.
 * NO.
 * This show was made ta advertise McDonald's.

How tha fuck ta fuck up tha episodes muthafucka! (Spongez World)

 * Help Wanted: SpunkBizzle gets a thang as a gangbangin' fry cook at McDonalds.
 * Reef Blower: Have tha charactas drop a rhyme up in dis episode.
 * Band Geeks: Da performizzle all up in tha big-ass game be a gangbangin' failure, n' Squilliam wins.
 * Krabby Land: Replace Krabby Land wit tha PlayPlace from top of dis Ask Reddit postz comments.
 * Mid-Life Crustacean: Have ALL of tha episode (except fo' tha ending) bein SpunkBizzle askin "Is you feelin it now, Mista Muthafuckin Krabs?". Da end of tha episode has Krabs' momma ground Mista Muthafuckin Krabs like up in tha original gangsta yo, but up in GoAnimate steez (complete wit his wild lil' freakadelic groundin length bein 99999999999999999999 eons).
 * Dyin fo' Pie: SpunkBizzle graphically explodes all up in tha end of tha episode, n' Squidward endz up gettin tha same punishment dat Mista Muthafuckin Krabs gots up in dis sectionz version of Mid-Life Crustacean.
 * Patrick! Da Game: Da entire episode be a slow paced game of Cranium Hullabaloo between SpunkBizzle, Patrick, n' Pearl.

Cartoon characters
Cartoon charactas is basic ass biiiatches. They wear 1-5 tracksuits, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. They literally only smoke 2 typez of pizzy bein Cheese n' Pepperoni n' maybe Veggie or Meat Lovers. They only rap ta tha same few playas n' they git grounded like every last muthafuckin fuckin week fo' bustin some bullshit dat they aint NEVER gonna do again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. And tha ones whoz ass break tha fourh wall is basically schizophrenic fo' realz. And youre askin ME if I wanna be a cold-ass lil cartoon character, biatch? Fuck dat shit, fuck dat shit.

This thing I (Astra) wrote back when I was 14 cuz my area was on lockdown and I was really bored
top 5 casagrande charactas whoz ass could fuck wit thanos up in a matta of seconds … (even wit tha infinitizzle gauntlet)

5. adelaide chang adelaide, despite bein only six, has canonically committed war crimes n' has access ta tha entire arsenal of tha United Hoodz Marine Corps, which means dat before thanos could snap her, dat thugged-out biiiatch could easily blast his ass dead as fuckin fried chicken.

4. sid chang self-explanatory.

sid be adelaidez sista n' shit. despite bein 6 muthafuckin years olda than adelaide, sid aint as phat but dat certainly don't mean dat thugged-out biiiatch can't take thanos down. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. while her dope ass aint gots access ta tha entire arsenal of tha Marine Corps, dat thugged-out biiiatch could still turn tha battlefield tha fuck into tha second tiananmen square n' start firin shots tha fuck into thanos before his schmoooove ass could cook up a move.

3. carl the mackdaddy of capitalizzle his dirty ass. carl is what tha fuck we call a "absolute madlad". dat schmoooove muthafucka has capped nuff muthafuckin up in his fuckin lil' dizzle n' will bust a cap up in again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. dat schmoooove muthafucka has jacked from n' scammed various charitizzles n' loved ones. it is possible dat his schmoooove ass could be hustlin up in cahoots wit adelaide n' she granted his ass access ta tha marine corps arsenal, which means they could possibly work together ta kick thanos' ass n' big up ghetto peace.

2. ronnie anne ronnie anne is one of da most thugged-out bangin charactas up in anime, so naturally, her big-ass booty should have no bullshit wit takin down thanos. her ass is mo' bangin than deku n' peta griffin combined n' has bigged up  godhood. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! ronnie anne be also a kpop fan, which means dat thugged-out biiiatch can use tha force of loona stans ta straight-up obliterate thanos off tha grill of tha hood. maybe if thanos stanned loona, dis wouldn't have happened ta his muthafuckin ass.

1. becky becky be another one of da most thugged-out bangin anime charactaz of all time. her scream is so bangin it can shatta glass n' damage peoples' eardrums. Boy it's gettin hot, yes indeed it is. while dat freaky freaky biatch aint bigged up  godhood or access ta a entire arsenal, dat freaky freaky biatch has trained up in unarmed combat fo' nuff muthafuckin years, has capped nuff muthafuckin playas n' is currently on tha run from authorities. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis!

becky is tha human embodiment of tha navy seals copypasta, as her ass is full of rage n' downright batshiznit insane yo, but thatz why i ludd her muthafuckin ass.

becky also has tha same ol' dirty english voice playette as nezuko from demon slayer n' shit. nezuko has enhanced strength, which automatically means dat becky has dat mobilitizzle as well. thanos simply do not stand a cold-ass lil chizzle against becky.

I'm so proud of my daughter for stopping a bank robbery today.
I be soopa-doopa proud as a muthafucka of mah daughta fo' stoppin a funky-ass bank robbery todizzle. It make me wanna hollar playa! Da robbers went up in n' held they glocks up, spittin some lyrics ta mah playas ta put they handz up in tha air. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. My fuckin daughta (only 3 muthafuckin years old!) stood her ground, faced dem directly up in tha eye, n' simply holla'd "If you bein mugged, just say no. Yo crazy-ass robbers cannot legally take any of yo' possessions." Almost instantaneously, tha robbers collapsed ta tha floor, sufferin from a funky-ass bipolar seizure. Everyone clapped n' dat biiiiatch was given posizzle as senator of tha state of Florida, as well as invited by tha Democratic Nationizzle Convention ta run fo' Prezzy up in 2020. What a unbelievable event son! I be soopa-doopa pimped by Dogg ta have such a straight-up dope child.

Red Lobster
Basically you strutt tha fuck into Red Lobsta on a stormy Wednesdizzle evening. Yo ass sit tha fuck down wit yo' hoe n' two kids. Da waita comes by ta take yo' order as you hungrily ask fo' tha endless shrimp.

15 minutes lata dem hoes is served. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Yo crazy-ass hoe n' lil playas ordered tha endless shrimp as well fo' realz. As tha night morphs tha fuck into inky blacknizz outside you all rap n' laugh n' eat. Yo ass smoke plate afta plate afta plate of shrimp fo' realz. Afta a cold-ass lil couple hours, you n' yo' crew is stuffed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Yo ass motion ta tha waita ta brang tha bill n' look down at yo' plate, lettin up a lil' small-ass chuckle. Well shiiiit, it be lookin like you aint even smoked a single bit of shrimp- a cold-ass lil curious thang since you done been gorgin yo ass on shrimp constantly fo' tha betta part of two hours. But before you can puzzle over dis lil' small-ass odditizzle any longer, tha waita bustlez over ta yo' table n' handz you tha bill.

As you reach over ta grab tha check yo' hand closes instead round a squishy pile of shrimp. There is no check bein held up ta you, just another plate of shrimp fo' realz. A bangin thunderclap booms outside as you look up all up in tha waita ta ask why his thugged-out lil' punk-ass brought you mo' shrimp instead of tha check, when yo ass is suddenly alarmed ta find not tha waiter yo, but a giant, human-sized shrimp up in server attire starin blankly down at you, biatch. Yo ass spin round up in yo' seat ta peep if yo' hoe can peep tha shrimp waita n' is immediately frightened outta yo' wits, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Yo crazy-ass hoe is no longer seated there next ta you- only another human-sized shrimp bustin yo' hoez dress n' hoop earrings.

Numb wit horror, you quickly glizzle across tha table at yo' two lil' thugs. They is both shrimps. Yo ass let up a yell as another thunderclap echoes across tha sky n' it begins ta rain. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Yo ass distantly regista tha start of tha torrential downfall outside, which soundz like big-ass hail, as you spare a sweepin glizzle across tha restaurant. There is no humans present. There is only shrimps seated at booths, shrimps seated at tables, n' even a lil' small-ass crew of shrimps all up in tha bar. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. They is all smokin big-ass platefulz of shrimp n' leerin at you menacingly. Yo crazy-ass ass begins ta pound up in yo' chest like a war drum. Yo ass stumble backwards, half fallin over yo' chair up in yo' haste ta git up. Yo ass sprint fo' tha door n' run outside tha fuck into tha dark stormy night fo' realz. As you dash all up in tha parkin lot towardz yo' hoopty you feel suttin' like a giant bangin' raindrop hit yo' grill n' bounce off towardz tha ground. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Lookin down you peep a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shrimp lyin on tha ground. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Yo ass look up across tha parkin lot n' peep puddlez of shrimp collectin up in tha cracks up in tha pavement n' across tha roofz of tha closest rides fo' realz. Another warm object strikes yo' head. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! It aint nuthin but literally drizzlin shrimp.

Yo ass find yo' hoopty n' fumble, handz bobbin uncontrollably, wit yo' keys. Finally unlockin tha hoopty you slip inside n' engage tha door locks. Da human-sized shrimp from tha restaurant is now congregatin outside tha front doors, starin across tha parkin lot at you, biatch. Their pale orange-pink bodies eerily backlit from tha light streamin up from tha open doors behind dem wild-ass muthafuckas.

Yo ass try ta cram tha key tha fuck into tha ignizzle yo, but it foldz against tha ignizzle plate n' squishes up in yo' hand. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Yo ass look down. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. There is no hoopty keys, only nuff muthafuckin mangled shrimp on a keyrin up in yo' tremblin hand. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Yo ass punch tha steerin wheel up in frustration accidentally settin off tha hoopty alarm. Da shrimps outside tha restaurant hear tha noise n' hungrily start ta advizzle across tha parkin lot towardz you, biatch. Yo ass try up in vain ta cram tha shrimp key tha fuck into tha ignizzle but you know it is pointless.

Da shrimp slowly approach tha hoopty n' surround it, rockin it back n' forth, pressin they slimy bodies against tha frame. Yo ass hear tha fiberglass doors groan under tha heat as one of tha rear windows shatters, sprayin tha backseat of tha hoopty wit fragmentz of glass. Yo ass know there is no hope left. There is no escape. White-faced n' bobbin, you reach across tha console n' open tha glovebox. Crammed under tha insurizzle papers n' a pile of napkins is tha Glock 19 you always brang wit you when you leave tha house. Yo ass pull tha glock from its holsta n' pause fo' a gangbangin' fraction of a second dat holdz a eternity. With tears streamin down yo' face, you put tha glock ta tha roof of yo' grill. Tryin not ta imagine what tha fuck it feels like ta die, only forcin yo ass ta be thinkin of yo' hoe n' lil playas you close yo' eyes. Then you pull tha trigger.

A singular shrimp comes zoomin outta tha barrel tha fuck into yo' grill. In yo' darkest hour, dirtnap itself refuses ta end you, biatch. For dirtnap aint tha end yo, but it ain't no stoppin cause I be still poppin'. There can only be shrimp - n' they is endless.

The Rubbadubbers section from How to Make Good TV Shows Bad

 * Have it co-produced by Video Brinquedo.
 * Da Rubbadubbers' personalitizzles is chizzled.
 * Tubb be a jerk whoz ass hates tha Rubbadubbers n' is often rude ta dem wild-ass muthafuckas.
 * Sploshy be a funky-ass batshiznit wild-ass temper tantrum thrower when thangs don't go her way n' she also do tha stock Baby Kate bustin up like a biatch sound from Arthur while she be at dat shit. (And you thought her whinin up in Amelia tha Babysitta was shitty enough.)
 * Finbar be a piranha whoz ass acts straight-up vicious n' bites every last muthafuckin characta dat appears up in episodes centered round his ass on purpose.
 * Terence be a paranoid amnesiac meth crackhead.
 * Winona is reduced ta bein a useless side characta n' gets tha least attention of tha Rubbadubbers.
 * Reg be a obnoxious pervert whoz ass constantly humps Winona 24/7 n' never stops fo' realz. Also, make his ass a heavy drinker.
 * Amelia be a schizophrenic, n' tha reason why her ass is so energetic when she flies round is cuz her dope ass do sticky-icky-ickys prior ta flying.
 * Tubbz hoodie would gotz a da sticky-icky-icky leaf up in it n' have his ass smoke chronic all up in tha beginnin of every last muthafuckin episode.
 * Da charactas is animated like Greeny Phatom wit MS Paint n' tha backgroundz is low-budget CGI animation a la Leo tha Lion.
 * Give it 4x mo' Uptown Korean propaganda than Squirrel n' Hedgehog already do.
 * Remove tha "if only" wishes.
 * Da bathtub be always contaminated by either poop, pee, vomit, raw sewage, or any combination involvin tha four.
 * Have tha bathroom cockroach-infested.
 * Chizzle tha title ta "Bath Toys: Sex, Drizzles, n' Daydreams."
 * Da whole cast twerks durin tha end credits.
 * Make it as edgy n' bitch ass as possible.
 * Despite all of this, tha show is still rated TV-Y.
 * Make tha theme cold lil' woo wop "I be a Vegetarian" from Leo tha Lion.
 * Add Guido ta dis show.

How tha fuck ta fuck up tha episodes

 * In “Sploshy of tha Arctic”, Sploshy gets smoked by polar bears wit rabies up in a gory scene.
 * Amelia tha Babysitter:
 * Da episode is focused on Guido instead of Amelia, renamin tha episode ta "Guido tha Babysitter."
 * Da Rubbababies straight-up rap like toddlers.
 * Make it infested wit booty jokes, even mo' toilet humor, n' bust a funky-ass big-ass fart jokes.
 * In addition, Baby Tubb soils his nappy as his thugged-out lil' problem instead of gettin his head stuck up in his cloud.
 * In addition, when Baby Tubbz nappy gets chizzled, tha poo dat is shown is straight-up graphic, resultin up in he n' his babysitta sayin "BARF LIKE YOU MEAN IT!" ta tha viewers.
 * And even better, Babysitta Guido cleans Baby Tubb up by smokin holla'd poop.
 * There be also a scene which rips off tha a scene from tha Family Guy episode "Mind Over Murder", up in which Guido sprinklez paprika onto Baby Tubb, causin his ass ta git pissed on.
 * Replace Baby Tubbz "Nuff props, Babysitter n' shit. That was swimmin'!" wit "Fuck you, asshole. Yo ass be a goddamn pathetic excuse fo' a funky-ass babysitter."
 * Baby Sploshy falls ta her dirtnap n' comes back ta game as a spirit ta seek revenge fo' Babysitta Amelia/Guido afta blastin tha Rubbababies as mentioned below.
 * Babysitta Amelia/Guido blasts tha Rubbababies wit a glock afta they demand ta tell her/him what tha fuck ta do all up in tha end, beatboxin "You've caused enough-a shit, you lil piecez of shiznit son! All of y'all deserve-a dis punishment!"
 * “Reg’s Game Plan" is just Reg playin Raid Shadow Legendz fo' 10 minutes straight. Da game itself replaces all tha game up in tha episode :)
 * In "Skypainta Amelia", Amelia paints tha sky ta where tha word "porn" appears as a subliminal message.
 * Terence gets spanked n' scolded by Sploshy up in "Terencez Bubble Trouble".
 * Have Amelia throw a Caillou-style temper tantrum up in "Supa Amelia" when she fails tha superhero test.
 * Finbarz Important Part:
 * Instead of Amelia spittin some lyrics ta Finbar dat his schmoooove ass can sing, dat dunkadelic hoe drops some lyrics ta his ass "No you can't, dumbarse biaaatch! Even a rottin corpse can rap betta than you, nahmean biiiatch?".
 * Da crew sings "Hoes Mad" by Hyped Dex.

Morfonica
Morfonica, stylized as Morƒonica, n' wit a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shorthand of Monica (モニカ), be a all-girl crew up in tha BanG Dream! franchise. Da crew consistz of five members: Kurata Mashiro on vocals, Kirigaya Touko on guitar, Hiromachi Nanami on bass, Futaba Tsukushi on drums, n' Yashio Rui on violin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. They debuted wit tha cold lil' woo wop Daylight.

Background
Morfonica be a violin rock crew made up of first-year hustlas from tha prestigious n' rich school Tsukinomori Hoes' Academy, hustled by Futaba Tsukushi on tha drums.

Pastel✽Palettes
Pastel＊Palettes, stylized as Pastel✽Palettes n' wit a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shorthand of PasuPare (パスパレ), be a all-girl crew up in tha BanG Dream! franchise. Da crew consistz of five members, namely Maruyama Aya on vocals, Hikawa Hina on guitar, Shirasagi Chisato on bass, Yamato Maya on drums, n' Wakamiya Eve on keytar. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. They debuted wit tha cold lil' woo wop Shuwarin☆Drea~min.

Background
An idol crew formed by a talent agency. Da crew is made up of Aya (Vo.), whoz ass has dropped big-ass amountz of time hustlin fo' her debut; celebritizzle n' lil pimp hustla Chisato (Ba.), n' modelin sensation Eve (Key.). They was lata joined by Hina (Gt.), whoz ass passed tha bandz auditions n' then basement musical muthafucka Maya (Dr.). Da five of dem is rockin dis experience ta bolsta they straight-up own definizzle of a "idol" n' what tha fuck is it ta be one.

Hello, Happy World!
Yo muthafucka, Kool as fuck World!, often shortened ta HaroHapi (ハロハピ) or HHW, be a all-girls crew up in tha BanG Dream! franchise. Da crew consistz of five members, namely Tsurumaki Kokoro on vocals, Seta Kaoru on guitar, Kitazawa Hagumi on bass, Matsubara Kanon on drums, n' Okusawa Misaki on DJ. They debuted wit tha cold lil' woo wop Egao no Orchestra!

Background
A crew formed on tha concept of "Makin tha ghetto smile." Da supa optimist n' wild-ass rich Kokoro (Vo.), tha dope n' ever-popular Kaoru (Gt.), sporty n' cheerful Hagumi (Ba.), tha kind-hearted n' girly Kanon (Dr.), n' calm, def n' collected Misaki (DJ) make up dis band. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! They often big-ass up at pre-schools n' childrenz hospitizzles, makin dem ghettofab wit tha youngsters.

RAISE A SUILEN
RAISE A SUILEN (also shortened ta RAS every last muthafuckin now n' then) be a all-girl crew up in tha BanG Dream! franchise. Da crew consistz of five members, namely Wakana Rei (LAYER) on vocals n' bass, Asahi Rokka (LOCK) on guitar, Satou Masuki (MASKING) on drums, Nyubara Reona (PAREO) on keyboard, n' Tamade Chiyu (CHU²) as DJ. They was tentatively given tha name THE THIRD (仮) (lit. THE THIRD (Beta) before gettin they straight-up legit name which was announced durin they second live.

They was officially added ta tha game BanG Dream! Hoes Band Jam dawwwwg! on June 10, 2020.

Background
Initially, tha crew was formed solely as a funky-ass backup crew cuz of tha voice playetteez of Afterglow, Pastel*Palettes, n' Yo muthafucka, Kool as fuck Ghetto hommie! bein unable ta play they characters' instruments, wit tha crew givin tha vocalists a cold-ass lil chizzle ta perform. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat they also have they own original gangsta joints, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Dat shiznit was lata revealed afta they second live dat they officially have become part of tha BanG Dream! franchise. Furthermore, dat shiznit was also announced dat they had been given a straight-up legit crew name, RAISE A SUILEN up in addizzle ta tha newly recruited member, Tsumugi Risa.

Fool's Gold
''[At tha Casagrande mercado, inside tha stockroom, Hector, Carlos, CJ n' Carl is cleanin up, some bustin mo' cleanin than others. Carl skits round wit a soccer ball, do some fancy footwork, n' kicks it at a stack of cans]'' Carl: “Goal!” Hector: “Carl! I aint payin you ta fool around, I be payin you ta clean up.” Carl: “Whoz foolin around, biatch? I be sortin mystery cans.” [Picks one up] “This one is either canned corn or fake snakes.” [Da can bursts open, expungin chronic slop n' chicken body parts all over Hector] “Or neither.” Carlos: “Findin antiques be all tha payment I need. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Like dis toasta from 1950.” [A piece of bread pops out] “And a piece of toast from 1950.” [Someone else pops outta tha toaster] CJ: “And a hairy spider from todizzle.” ''[Carlos freaks up yo. Dude throws tha toasta away. Carl ducks under it yo, but tha spider still landz on his wild lil' face. Carl freaks up yo. Dude crashes offscreen tha fuck into a funky-ass box under some shelvin fo' realz. A forty wit a paper inside landz on his head n' rolls ta Hectorz feet]'' Hector: “Look, a message up in a funky-ass bottle.” [Takes it out] Carl: “Is dat how tha fuck you used ta text, Abuelo?” Hector: “Straight-up funky. But, yes.” [Hector opens tha message, n' tha four is rather impressed] Carl: “''Yo ass found mah letta ~ what tha fuck a pleasure biaaatch! Keep readin ta find mah treasure!” [Excited]'' “Oh! Is dis fo' real?” Carlos: [Takes a look] “If I be readin erectly dis letta was freestyled by Pancho Villa.” Carl: “Pancho who-a?” Carlos: “Aye. What is they teachin you up in school, biatch? Dat punk only one of da most thugged-out hyped generalz of tha Mexican revolution.” Hector: “Da letta must have belonged ta mah pimped out-great-grandfather.” [Takes up a oldschool photo] “Dude rode wit Pancho Villa.” Carlos: “Legend has it Pancho Villa buried his wild lil' freakadelic gold but no onez eva found dat shit.” Carl: “Until now, nahmeean, biatch? We gonna be rich!” Carl & CJ: [Jig together] “We gonna loot so much stuff!” [They continue ridin' dirty, when Hector shushes them] Hector: “Callanse.” [looks all up in tha message] “So how tha fuck do we find tha treasure?” Carlos: “Solve dis riddle, then solve three more, find tha next one lightin up tha shore.” [Carlos thinks, when tha spider returns n' he runs away] Carl: “Lightin up tha shore?” [gasps] “That’s tha lighthouse!” CJ: “To tha lighthouse!” Carl & CJ: [Do tha jig again] “We’re gonna be rich. We’re gonna be rich.” Hector: [Shushes dem again] “Keep it down. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Us dudes don't want any suckas findin up bout our treasure, there be a a shitload of cheese musclez round here.” [They on tha fuckin' down-lowly rap together] Hector & Carl: “Keepin it a secret be all fo' us.” Sergio: “What’s all fo' yo slick ass?” Hector: “Uh… All dis canned corn.” Sergio: [Squawks, takes tha can] “Says you, biatch yo. Wuz crackalackin' lunch.” [gets splattered] “Oh, now that’s just wrong.”

''[Later, tha four run ta tha lighthouse. There’s another forty all up in tha top]'' CJ: “Phew. There’s tha next letter.” Carl: “Go git it, Dad!” Carlos: [To his own padre] “Yeah, go git it, Dad.” Hector: [Groans] “I just ate six corditas, climbingz shitty fo' mah digestion.” Carlos: “Oh, did I mention dat Pancho Villaz gold is estimated ta be worth bout three-point-two mazillion dollars, which means split between our asses it’s…” Hector: [Already climbing] “Yo ass had mah crazy ass at three-point-two mazillion dollars.” ''[Hector climbs ta tha straight-up peak of tha lighthouse yo. Dude be bout ta take tha bottle, when suddenly a swarm of pigeons divebombs]'' “Aye, chihuahua!” ''[Da pigeons keep swarmin round Hector, whoz ass moves round ta stay tha fuck away from dem yo, but is on tha verge of fallin yo. Hector’s hijo n' niños gasp. Da pigeons git they cannons ready, n' start firin shizzle at Hector]'' CJ: “We gotta help Abuelo!” Carl: [Looks around] “I can git rid of dem birdz muthafucka! Look! An oldschool playa throwin bread!” ''[Points ta a oldschool playa chillin on a funky-ass bench smokin a sandwich, which is made wit bread, tha pigeons look n' go afta his muthafuckin ass. Da playa has just finished]'' Oldskool Man: “Ah! Leave me alone biaaatch! I’m all outta bread!” [Da pigeons take his ass away] “I be all up son! Please. Please stop!” Hector: “Three-point-two mazillion dollars here I come!” ''[Takes tha forty n' slides down. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Dude heroically drops up in front of tha others. Carlos n' CJ give his ass tens, Carl gives his ass a eight yo. Hector takes up tha note n' gives it ta Carlos]'' Carlos: “Ooh, here’s tha next clue. At tha market, wit tha oldschool fishmonger. You'll gotta prove dat no onez stronger.” Carl: [Gasps] “Da next letta must be all up in tha fish market.” Hector: “Gold, here we come.” Vito: “Gold, biatch? At tha fish market?” Hector: “I mean... uh… goldfish lil playas is always beggin fo' a freshly smoked up pet.” Vito: “Oh, I had a goldfish once, thugged-out lil muthafucka.” [Da Casagrandes leave] “What was his name, biatch? Fred?” Hector: [Calls back] “Okay, bye, Vito.”

[At tha fish market, tha four is standin up in front of tha squid tank] Carl: “Ooh! Therez tha next letter.” [Da letta is up in tha tank, bein guarded by tha squid] CJ: “But, we'll gotta git past dat freaky lookin squid.” Carlos: “Thatz straight-up a giant boxin squid.” [Da squid has tha forty up in one tentacle, n' a funky-ass boxin gludd on all it’s other tentacles] Carl: [To Carlos] “I be thinkin his schmoooove ass challengin you, biatch.” Carlos: “What, biatch? Thatz ridiculous-” ''[Suddenly, tha squid grabs Carlos n' pulls his ass in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da squid drags Carlos round n' starts inkin tha tank full. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Suddenly]'' Maybelle: “Oh, hey Casagrandes. What’s up in tha tank?” CJ: “Uh, nothing.” Carl: [Nervously laughs as they escort Maybelle away] “Just a shitload of water.” Maybelle: [Unaware of what’s goin' down up in tha tank] “I just came here fo' tha free oysta crackers they probably right here.” Carl: “Ooh. I be thinkin they’re all outta oysta crackers. But, look there’s a pimped out deal on salmon, way, way over there.” Hector: “Betta hurry, I hear they’re hustlin out.” Maybelle: [Stakes her fist] “Oh, no you don’t. They betta not run outta dat salmon.” ''[Runs over n' shit. Meanwhile, Carlos finally comes outta tha tank]'' Carlos: [Dazed yo, but holdin tha bottle] “Did mah playas peep that, biatch? Dat shiznit was tha match of mah game.” [Comes out] CJ: “Great, Dad!” Hector: [Readz tha message] “''No need fo' a cold-ass lil cow or don't give a fuck bout todizzle. It make me wanna hollar playa! Just ride tha crazy oldschool hidden railway''.” Carl: “Thatz a subway station fo' sure, n' I know which onez tha oldest.”

''[Later, they arrive all up in tha crazy oldschool subway station. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Carl looks tha fuck into a lil' small-ass crevasse between tha walls]'' Carl: “Yo, there be a suttin' back here.” [Looks n' gasps] “It aint nuthin but tha next letter n' shit. This thang calls fo' agent double O’ guapo.” Hector: [Thinkin Carl means him] “Okay yo, but I don't be thinkin I'ma fit.” Carl: [Kind of irritated] “Abuelo, thatz mah code name.” [Slips tha fuck into tha crevasse n' grabs tha bottle] CJ: “Did yo dirty ass git it?” Carl: “Almost, tha letta is stuck ta a piece of pizzy.” ''[Carl keeps pulling, n' some muthafucka pulls on tha pizzy fo' realz. An mad salty horde of rats wants tha pizzy. Carl freaks out]'' “Pull me up son! Pull me up son! Pull me out!” ''[They pull Carl up n' tha rats take tha pizzy n' muthafuckin bounce. Carl has tha bottle]'' “Got dat shit.” ''[Just then, tha train arrives. Da driver opens his window ta greet his fuckin lil' downstairs neighbours]'' Stanley: “Yo Casagrandes.” [Carl hides tha forty just as Stanley gets up ta peep them, much ta tha frustration of tha passengers] “What brangs you ta dis part of town?” Carlos: “Oh, you know just... uh... takin a trip of tha subways architecture. Look at dat crown molding.” ''[There’s moldin on tha ceiling, wit a funky-ass bunch of pigeons stuck inside, n' a person. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Stanley observes tha mold when suddenly...]'' CJ: “Uh… Shouldn’t you be rollin tha train?” [Da train is takin off without Stanley] Stanley: “Dang it, that’s tha third time dis week.” ''[Grabs tha handle on tha back of tha train n' flies off. Da Casagrandes take up tha last clue]'' Carlos: “Da last letta has been found, ta claim yo' treasure you must monkey around.” Carl: “Da treasure must be wit tha monkeys all up in tha zoo. Letz go!” Carl, Carlos n' CJ race off] Hector: [Takes up his thugged-out lil' phone] “Rosa’s not gonna believe this.” [Sendz a text] “We goin on a gangbangin' fancy vacation, we rich. Treasure chest emoji. Monkey emoji. On our way ta tha zoo now, nahmeean?”

[It’s nighttime all up in tha zoo] Carlos: “Which way ta tha monkeys?” [Suddenly, Sergio appears] Sergio: “Move it, chumps muthafucka! That gold’s all mine!” [Flies off] Carl: “Wait, did da perved-out muthafucka say gold?” ''[Gasps. Da four start hustlin]'' “He’s goin afta our treasure!” Maybelle: “Yo ass mean mah treasure. Peace.” [Rolls away on her scooter] Carlos: “What!, biatch? How tha fuck do Maybelle know?” Hector: “Nevermind, we gotta beat her muthafuckin ass.” ''[They keep hustlin. They pull ahead of Maybelle, she goes fasta n' shiznit yo. Hector pushes a cold-ass lil churro cart up in her direction n' dat thugged-out biiiatch crashes]'' Maybelle: [comes outta a pile of churros] “Ooh, free churros.” [Da Casagrandes find a sign dat readz ‘MONKEYS’ wit a funky-ass big-ass arrow pointin ta tha right] Hector: “Da monkeys is dat way.” ''[They run up in dat direction, n' some muthafucka turns tha arrow around. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dat shiznit was Vito’s dawgs. Da Casagrandes git where tha sign pimped up them]'' Carlos: “This aint tha monkey cage, these is porta potties.” ''[Suddenly, Mista Muthafuckin Chang, ridin tha zoo tram, bursts outta one yo. Dude pulls up next ta tha Casagrandes]'' Stanley: “Oh yeah, one of mah thugs switched tha sign. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Greed brangs up da most thugged-out shitty up in people, huh, biatch? Now if you gonna excuse me, I gotta git mah gold on. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Chugga chugga cha-ching! Deuces!” [Drives off] Carl: “Mista Muthafuckin Chang bout tha treasure too!?” Carlos: “We bout ta never beat him! Dude has a tram!” [Suddenly, Bitsy tha elephant comes outta tha other porta potty n' puts tha Casagrandes on her back] Hector: “Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck needz trams, when you have Bitsy?” ''[Bitsy takes dem ta tha monkey cage. Where Sergio, Mrs. Kernicky, Becca, Par, Mista Muthafuckin Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Scully, Maybelle, Stanley n' Vito is already digging]'' Carlos: “What!, biatch? How tha fuck do mah playas know bout tha gold?” Vito: “Yo, props fo' tha tip, Hector. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. When I git tha gold there be a gangbangin' five bucks up in it fo' you, biatch.” Carl: “Abuelo! you holla'd at Vito?” Carlos: “We should have known you couldn't keep a secret.” Hector: “I didn't tell mah playas except Rosa. I can prove dat shit.” [Shows dem his thugged-out lil' phone] Carl: [Groans] “Yo ass accidentally texted tha whole hood. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Abuela is tha only thug you didn't text.” Hector: “Oh boy, she not gonna like dat n' like dis n' like dat y'all.” Carlos: “While we chillin here bickering, everyonez gettin our gold. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dig! [Everyone starts digging] CJ: [Pulls up a mini treasure chest] “I found something!” Maybelle: [Snatches it] “I’ll take that.” Everyone: “Git her!” ''[Everyone starts wrestlin over dat shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Suddenly tha contents, appearin ta be gold bullion, fly out. Everyone screams. Boy it's gettin hot, yes indeed it is. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Suddenly Bitsy sucks all dat shiznit tha fuck into her trunk n' smokes dat shit. Everyone groans]'' CJ: “I can’t believe Bitsy ate our gold.” Carlos: “I guess dis is what tha fuck we git fo' bein greedy. We supposed ta be playas.” Vito: “Yeah. we’s could have just shared dat shit.” Hector: “Thatz what tha fuck I suggested.” Carl: “Yo ass did not.” [Suddenly Bitsy, whoz ass fo' some reason has chocolate on her trunk n' grill, spits up gold coloured foil] CJ: “Yo, wait a minute.” Carl: “Maybe we can still git some treasure.” CJ: [Takes a piece of foil] “This aint gold, itz just chocolate wrappers.” Carlos: “And tha wrappers is coupons.” [Reads] “''Congratulations you found tha golden treasure yo. Herez thirty cement off fo' yo' dinin pleasure''. Sincerely, Pancho Villaz Tacos.” [Everyone looks angrily at Hector] Carl: “Abuelo! Yo ass just let our asses on a wild goose chase fo' coupons?!” Hector: “Oh yeah, Pancho Villa’s Tacos. Now I remember, Rosa n' I had our first date there, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho yo. Ha. I must have saved dat message up in a funky-ass forty as a souvenir.” [Everyone is kind of mad at Hector right now] Stanley: “Next stop, disappointment. Chugga chugga boo-hoo.” Vito: “How tha fuck is you goin ta make it up ta us, Hector, biatch? Da least you’s could do is loot our asses all some tacos.” [Everyone agrees] Hector: “No way, thatz too high-rollin' even wit thirty cement off.” [Bitsy grabs Hector] “Okay, aiiight, you can have yo' tacos.” ''[Everyone cheers n' goes off. But first Hector returns n' grabs tha coupons]'' “A discount be a gangbangin' finger-lickin' discount.” [Catches up]

NCT
NCT (Korean: 엔시티; a acronym fo' Neo Culture Technology) be a Downtown Korean pimp crew formed by SM Entertainment n' introduced by tha labelz smoker up in January 2016. Da crew consistz of 23 thugz az of April 2021, rangin up in age from late teens ta mid-twentizzles n' divided tha fuck into four different sub-units.

Da crew debuted they first sub-unit, tha rotationizzle NCT U, on April 9, 2016 wit tha double digital single "Da 7th Sense" n' "Without You". Dat shiznit was followed by tha Seoul-based sub-unit NCT 127 on July 7, 2016 wit they eponymous extended play n' tha then-teenaged sub-unit NCT Dream on August 24, 2016 wit tha digital single "Chewin Gum". WayV, a seven-member sub-unit based up in China n' NCTz first overseas sub-unit, debuted on January 17, 2019 wit tha single mixtape Da Vision. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. NCTz second overseas sub-unit, NCT Hollywood, is ghon be based up in tha United Hoodz n' is set ta debut at a lata date.

Although each sub-unit promotes separately, NCT has united twice as a crew ta record two full-length mixtapes, Empathy (2018) n' Resonizzle (2020). Within two monthz of release, tha latta sold over 2.6 mazillion copies across its two parts, becomin tha highest-pimpin physical mixtape eva busted out by a act from SM Entertainment n' earnin tha crew they first Grand Daesang Award all up in tha 2020 Asia Artist Awards.

Stray Kids
Stray Kidz (Korean: 스트레이 키즈; RR: Seuteurei kijeu; often abbreviated as SKZ) be a Downtown Korean bunch of lil punk-ass muthafuckas formed by JYP Entertainment all up in tha 2017 realitizzle show of tha same name. Da crew is composed of eight members: Bang Chan, Lee Know, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, n' I.N.

Originally a nine-piece group, member Woojin left Stray Kidz cuz of undisclosed underground reasons up in October 2019 (Woojin be a poopyhead, just so you muthafuckas know -Astra). Da crew busted out they extended play Mixtape up in January 2018 n' officially debuted on March 25 wit I Am Not.

2017–2018: Formation all up in a realitizzle show, debut n' I Am series
In August 2017, JYP Entertainment (JYPE) officially announced they freshly smoked up realitizzle game show aimin ta launch a thug idol debut project. Mo' details n' teasers was busted out up in tha next two months, includin tha showz title—Stray Kids. Prior ta its premiere on October 17, JYPE busted out Stray Kids' first noize vizzle fo' a cold lil' woo wop titled "Hellevator", which was lata busted out as a gangbangin' finger-lickin' digital single. Two members, Lee Know n' Felix, was initially eliminated from tha crew yo, but all nine thugz ended up in tha final line-up.

Along wit tha launch of Stray Kids' straight-up legit joint, JYPE announced tha release of tha groupz pre-debut extended play (EP) titled Mixtape. Well shiiiit, it gotz nuff seven tracks co-written n' co-composed by tha members, includin "Hellevator" n' other joints dat they performed durin tha show. Da EP, along wit tha performizzle vizzle of its second track titled "Beware" (Korean: Grrr 총량의 법칙), was busted out on January 8, 2018, while tha performizzle vizzle of "Spread My fuckin Wings" (Korean: 어린 날개) was uploaded online a week later n' shit. Well shiiiit, it debuted at number 2 on Gaonz Album Chart n' Bizzleboardz Ghetto Albums chart.

On March 5, JYPE announced tha debut showcase of tha crew titled Stray Kidz Unveil (Op. 01: I Am Not), which was held on March 25 at Jangchung Arena. They officially debuted tha next dizzle wit tha release of they EP titled I Am Not, along wit tha noize vizzle of its title track titled "District 9", while tha noize vizzle of "Grow Up" n' performizzle vizzle of "Mirror" was busted out on March 31 n' April 23 respectively. I Am Not debuted at number four on Gaonz Album Chart n' sold over 54,000 physical copies up in March.

On April 14, Stray Kidz performed at KCON Japan 2018, tha groupz first overseas performizzle since debut.

On July 12, JYPE announced tha groupz second showcase titled Stray Kidz Unveil (Op. 02: I Am Who), which was held on August 5 at Kyung Hee Universityz Grand Peace Palace. Their second EP named I Am Who, along wit its title track "My fuckin Pace", was busted out tha next day.

On October 4, JYPE announced tha groupz third showcase titled Stray Kidz Unveil (Op. 03: I Am You), which was held on October 21 at Olympic Hall, n' followed by tha release of they freshly smoked up mixtape EP I Am Yo ass tha next day.

2019: Showcase touring, Clé series n' Woojinz departure
Stray Kidz started tha year wit tha continuation of they showcase trip Unveil Tour "I Am..." up in tha Asia-Pacific, startin on January 19 up in Bangkok. Da crew also hold tha nationistic promotionizzle trip Yo Stay Tour up in Korea up in Busan, Daejeon n' Incheon up in March n' tha Finale up in Seoul was hold up in Olympic Park on April 20.

On March 5, JYPE announced tha groupz third comeback on March 25, 2019 wit tha release of they fourth extended play Clé 1: Miroh, up in commemoration of tha straight-up original gangsta anniversary of tha groupz debut. Da crew gots they first noize show win on 4 April on M Countdown fo' tha mixtapez lead single, "Miroh."[31] On June 19, tha crew busted out they first special mixtape Clé 2: Yellow Wood, along wit title track "Side Effects" (Korean: 부작용) between tha Gangsta leg n' tha European leg of they first ghetto tour.

Stray Kidz busted out a gangbangin' finger-lickin' digital single titled "Double Knot" on October 9 n' also announced they District 9 Unlock Ghetto Tour startin from November 23–24 at Olympic Hall, Seoul, Downtown Korea, wit they fifth extended play Clé: Levanter, initially announced fo' release on November 25. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat on October 28, JYPE announced dat Woojin had left tha crew cuz of underground circumstances, n' tha release of Clé: Levanta was delayed ta December 9 as a result. On November 13, tha crew busted out tha noize vizzle fo' "Astronaut," they first single without Woojin n' as a eight-member group. On December 9, Stray Kidz busted out Cle: Levanter.

Stray Kidz hold tha Japanese showcase Yo Stay on December 19 at Yoyogi Nationizzle Gymnasium, Tokyo wit 8,000 crew. Da crew busted out tha digital single titled "Mixtape: Gone Days", tha straight-up original gangsta single of Mixtape Project on December 26.

2020: Japanese debut wit SKZ2020, 生 series n' All In
Stray Kidz busted out tha straight-up original gangsta Gangsta version of "Double Knot" n' "Levanter" as tha digital single Step Out of Clé, along wit "Double Knot" Gangsta version noize vizzle on January 24. They made a straight-up legit Japanese debut on March 18 wit compilation mixtape SKZ2020 up in Japan n' Downtown Korea, wit tha freshly smoked up record of previous joints n' includin Japanese version of "My fuckin Pace", "Double Knot" n' "Levanter" (風) dat busted out as single before Da crew busted out tha Mixtape Project second digital single titled "Mixtape: On Track" (바보라도 알아) on March 26. On June 3, Stray Kidz busted out they first Japanese single mixtape titled "Top". Dat shiznit was used as tha theme cold lil' woo wop fo' tha anime Tower of Dogg. A Korean version was busted out on May 13, n' a Gangsta version on May 20.

On June 1, Stray Kidz busted out they first basement mixtape titled Go Live (GO生) wit tha title track "Godz Menu" (神메뉴),[44] n' included tha Korean versionz of "Top" n' "Slump" n' previously busted out singlez “Gone Days" n' "On Track". Go Live became tha groupz best-pimpin mixtape, debutin atop tha weekly Gaon Album Chart, n' sold 243,462 copies by tha end of tha month ta take number 5 on tha monthly Gaon Album Chart. Da mixtape then received its Platinum certification from tha Gaon Chart fo' pushin mo' than 250,000 copies on August 2020, becomin tha groupz first mixtape ta do so. Da lead single "Godz Menu" became tha groupz first single ta step tha fuck up on tha weekly Gaon Downlizzle Chart, debutin at number 144.

Stray Kidz busted out tha repackage of they first basement mixtape titled In Life (IN生) on September 14. Durin promotions, tha crew received two noize show wins: once on MBC Mz Show Champion n' once on Mnetz M Countdown. Da lead single "Back Door" was recognized by Time magazine n' included it at number 8 up in its list of "10 Best Jointz of 2020", becomin tha only cold lil' woo wop from a Korean act on tha list, n' bein busted lyrics bout as "an artful Frankenstein that’s as catchy as it is complex".

On November 4, Stray Kidz busted out they first Japanese extended play titled All In wit tha lead single "All In" n' also included tha Japanese versionz of "Godz Menu" (神メニュー) n' "Back Door", n' they first Japanese single "Top". On November 22, they held they first online gangbang titled "Unlock: Go Live In Life" via Beyond Live n' was considered as a cold-ass lil continuation of they "District 9: Unlock" trip which faced postponement n' cancellation cuz of concerns over tha COVID-19 pandemic. Durin tha concert, tha crew performed tha Korean version of they cold lil' woo wop "All In" fo' tha last time, which was eventually busted out on November 26 as a gangbangin' finger-lickin' digital single.

2021: Mackdaddydom: Legendary Battle n' Noeasy
At tha 2020 Mnet Asian Music Awards, dat shiznit was announced dat Stray Kidz would be joinin Ateez n' Da Boyz on tha inaugural season of Mackdaddydom: Legendary War, a Mnet pimp crew competizzle show. BtoB, iKon n' SF9 was lata confirmed as participants as well. On May 28, 2021, tha crew busted out a cold lil' woo wop fo' tha final round of tha competizzle titled "Wolfgang." Da crew won tha program on June 3, awardin dem they own realitizzle show as well as a Mackdaddydom Week special show fo' they comeback.

Stray Kidz held n' broadcast tha straight-up original gangsta straight-up legit hustla meeting, Stray Kidz 1st #LoveSTAY 'SKZ-X' on February 20, 2021 via V Live, n' broadcast they first Japanese hustla meetin – STAYin Home Meetin – fo' tha straight-up original gangsta anniversary of they Japanese debut on March 18. Da crew busted out a cold-ass lil collaboration cold lil' woo wop wit Swedish balla Alesso n' Chinese DJ Corsak titled "Goin Dumb" fo' tha mobile game version of PUBG on March 19.

Stray Kidz surprise-released tha third single fo' they Mixtape Project titled "Mixtape: Oh" (애) on June 26. Da cold lil' woo wop debuted atop Bizzleboard Ghetto Digital Song Sales. Da crew busted out they second basement mixtape Noeasy on August 23, wit tha lead single "Thunderous", Noeasy debuted at number one all up in tha Gaon Album Chart. Da mixtape has sold over 1.1 mazillion copies az of August 2021, makin Stray Kidz tha straight-up original gangsta act under JYP Entertainment ta push mo' than a mazillion copies fo' a mixtape. Da crew is ghon be release they second Japanese single "Scars / Thunderous (Japanese ver.)" on October 13.

The Steamed Clams Channel
Da Steamed Clams Channel was launched on January 20, 2018 as a sista channel ta Da Random Channel. Well shiiiit, it mostly airs shows from other wikis, shows mentioned on Shows most of our asses might have forgot, memetic shows, users' straight-up shows, n' some Random-nizz Originals.

2018-2019 (Launch n' controversy)
Da scam of Da Steamed Clams Channel was initially proposed back up in 2017 by a Random Region-based televizzle executizzle whoz ass was disgruntled by tha lack of local televizzle channels up in tha area. Da channelz name, which be reppin a episode of Da Simpsons titled "22 Short Films Bout Springfield", was chosen by tha aforementioned executizzle cuz his fuckin lil hustla was a big-ass hustla of tha episode.

Da channel launched on Saturday, January 20, 2018 up in tha Random Region. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Prior ta its debut, Da Random Channel promoted its freshly smoked up sista network durin bumpers n' commercial breaks. Da first show ta air on Da Steamed Clams Channel was Hood Sheen, followed by Sagwa, tha Chinese Siamese Cat. By February, tha channel was available on most of tha areaz local cable providers.

Controversy arose up in March when a executizzle of tha channel was fired cuz of inappropriate behavior both inside n' outside of tha workplace, leadin ta shows like fuckin Sagwa, Rescue 911 n' SpunkBizzle & Sagwa bein indefinitely taken off of tha regular schedule. There was no warnin bout tha sudden chizzle, n' over 350,500 mad salty viewers called tha channelz headquartas n' demanded a reason fo' tha modified schedule. Today, it is known as tha "Massacre of March" among viewers. Peepin tha April premierez of Da Adventurez of Jizzy Neutron: Boy Genius n' tha Pokémon anime series, mo' n' mo' viewers fuckin started ta tune up in everyday. By tha end of tha year, Da Steamed Clams Channel averaged bout 2,400,000 total viewers (200,000 viewers everyday).

2021-present (Junior Clam, freshly smoked up programming)
On June 28, 2021 (which was tha same ol' dirty dizzle Random Regionz Most Wanted premiered), dat shiznit was announced dat Da Steamed Clams Channel would be launchin a programmin block fo' preschool-aged lil pimps called Junior Clam. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Startin July 3, 2021, it will air on weekdays from 9:00 AM ta 11:00 AM n' on weekendz from 7:00 AM ta 9:00 AM. Dat shiznit was also announced dat Baby Einstein, Rubbadubbers, Team Umizoomi, LazyHood, Postman Pat, Nina Needz ta Go, Da Adventures up in Nutrizzle wit Captain Carlos n' Blaze n' tha Monsta Machines would be moved ta tha block fo' realz. Alongside this, multiple freshly smoked up shows was confirmed ta begin airin on tha block, namely Elinor Wondaz Why, Nanalan', Baby Sharkz Big Show n' tha ever-popular Bluey. There was a funky-ass brief rumor dat Sagwa, tha Chinese Siamese Cat would return as a part of tha Junior Clam program lineup yo, but dis was quickly disproven. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. When axed bout tha rumor, a cold-ass lil channel hommie only known as C was quoted as saying, "Sagwa is forbidden. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. We is open ta re-airin forma programs if enough viewers wanna peep dem yo, but we gotta draw tha line somewhere."

Da Steamed Clams Channel also announced dat multiple freshly smoked up shows would premiere durin tha summer of 2021 on tha regular schedule, like fuckin Deez'nutss Amphibia n' tha Nickelodeon mockumentary series Drama Club. To much anticipation, two freshly smoked up original gangsta thangs named Da Otis n' Obizzay Comedy Hour n' Shiznitpost was announced alongside tha acquired programs fo' realz. All of these shows fuckin started airin on July 1, 2021 ta almost immediate success.

The Strange Chores (+ premise)
Da Strange Chores be a Australian animated televizzle series dat premiered on ABC Me on 31 October 2019. Da series was pimped by Charlie Aspinwall n' Daley Pearson, dopest known fo' they work on Bluey, n' be a cold-ass lil co-production between Ludo Studio n' Media Ghetto Production.

Da show centres round two teenage warrior-heroes (Charlie n' Pierce) n' a spirited pimp hoe (Que) whoz ass masta tha game they need ta replace a agein monster-slayer by bustin his supernatural chores.

Da series was renewed fo' a second season.

Premise
Two teenagers, Charlie n' Pierce, discover dat they "kooky neighbour" Oldskool Man Helsingz doggy den all up in tha end of they street is secretly a portal ta supernatural ghettos yo. Helsin be thinkin he might be gettin too oldschool fo' all his thugged-out adventures, so he allows dem ta become his thugged-out apprentices fo' realz. A mischievous pimp girl, Que, joins dem on they adventures as they complete Helsingz freaky, bizarre, n' sometimes terrifyin chores.

f(x)
f(x) (/ˌɛf ˈɛks/; Korean: 에프엑스) be a Downtown Korean hoe crew formed by SM Entertainment up in 2009. Da crew is composed of Victoria, Amber, Luna, n' Krystal n' previously Sulli until her departure from tha crew up in August 2015. f(x) officially debuted up in September 2009 wit tha release of tha digital single "La Cha Ta". Their debut basement mixtape, Pinocchio (2011), n' they two extended skits Nu Abo n' Electric Shock produced three number-one singlez on Downtown Koreaz Gaon Digital Chart. Their hyped second basement mixtape, Pink Tape (2013), was tha only K-pop mixtape on US noize channel Fusez "41 Best Albumz of 2013", tha only idol mixtape ta be featured up in Korean muthafuckas' definitizzle list of "Top 100 Funky-Ass Albumz of All Time", n' was named "Top Billin K-pop Album of tha 2010s" by Bizzleboard. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da groupz third n' fourth mixtapes, Red Light (2014) n' 4 Walls (2015), was commercially successful n' well-received by noize muthafuckas. Peepin tha release of tha SM Station single "All Mine" up in 2016, tha crew halted crew promotions n' tha thugz have embarked on individual beatz, acting, n' modellin games. In August 2019, f(x) officially reunited as a three-piece (without Victoria) n' performed all up in tha three-night SM Hood Live 2019 up in Tokyo concert.

Known fo' they experimenstrual steez n' eclectic, electropop-based sound, f(x) is one of tha straight-up original gangsta few recognized K-pop crews internationally, becomin tha straight-up original gangsta K-pop act ta big-ass up at SXSW. In 2017, Bizzleboard ranked f(x) at number seven on they "Top 10 K-pop Girl Groupz of tha Past Decade" list.

æspa
Aespa (Korean: 에스파; RR: eseupa; MR: esŭp'a, commonly stylized up in all lowercase or æspa) be a Downtown Korean hoe crew formed by SM Entertainment. Da crew consistz of Karina, Giselle, Winta n' Ningning. Da crew debuted on November 17, 2020 wit tha release of they debut single, "Black Mamba".

Da groupz name, Aespa, be a cold-ass lil combination of "ae", composed of tha Gangsta initialz of Avatar n' Experience (Avatar X Experience), n' tha Gangsta word "aspect" meanin "two sides", symbolizin "meetin another self n' fuckin wit tha freshly smoked up ghetto".

2016–2019: Pre-debut activities
Ningnin was introduced as a gangmember of pre-debut hustlin crew SM Rookies on September 19, 2016 fo' realz. As part of tha crew, she rocked up on tha Rookies Princess: Whoz tha Best, biatch? segment of tha program My fuckin SMT up in 2016, n' recorded nuff muthafuckin covers fo' tha Korean animated TV program Shinin Star up in 2017.

2020–present: Introduction, debut wit "Black Mamba", "Forever", "Next Level" n' Savage
On October 26, 2020, SM Entertainment announced dat it would be debutin a freshly smoked up hoe group, tha straight-up original gangsta since Red Velvet up in 2014 n' tha straight-up original gangsta overall idol crew since NCT up in 2016. Da thugz was revealed individually from October 27 ta 30 (in order: Winter, Karina, Ningning, n' Giselle) along wit tha name Aespa fo' realz. A further explanation bout Aespaz concept was offered by SM Entertainment smoker Lee Soo-man all up in tha 2020 Ghetto Cultural Industry Forum, held online on October 28 fo' realz. A vizzle traila wit all four thugz was revealed on November 2. On tha same day, tha agency announced dat Aespa would release they debut single "Black Mamba" on November 17. Da crew made they broadcast debut on KBS2z Music Bank on November 20 where they performed they debut single. Da crew also reached number one on tha K-pop noize vizzle chartz of Chinaz freshest music-streamin service, QQ Music fo' three consecutizzle weeks. On January 17, 2021, Aespa received they first eva noize show win fo' "Black Mamba" on SBSz Inkigayo.

On January 29, 2021, SM Entertainment announced Aespa would release a freshly smoked up single titled "Forever", a remake of a single by Yoo Young-jin, busted out fo' SM Entertainmentz holidizzle mixtape Winta Vacation up in SMTOWN.com up in 2000. Da single was busted out on February 5, 2021. Da single was busted lyrics bout as a "mid-tempo ballad characterized by hip hop boombox sound" wit "warm lyrics bout promisin forever ta a loved one".

On May 4, 2021, SM Entertainment announced Aespa would release a freshly smoked up single titled "Next Level", describin tha cold lil' woo wop as a thugged-out dizzle n' hip-hop track wit a "groovy" rap n' a "energetic" bass, characterized by "Aespaz bangin vocals". Da single was busted out on May 17, 2021.

On July 22, 2021, Aespa was announced ta have signed wit Creatizzle Artists Agency fo' they future activitizzles up in United Hoods.

On September 14, 2021, SM Entertainment announced Aespa would release they first extended play Cabbage on October 5. Da mixtape gotz nuff six tracks, includin tha lead single of tha same name.

Partnership for a Drug-Free America
Partnershizzle ta End Addiction, first known as tha Partnershizzle fo' a Drizzle-Jacked Tha Ghetto (PDFA) then lata as tha Partnershizzle at DrizzleFree.org, n' Da Partnershizzle fo' Drizzle-Jacked Kidz be a New York City-based non-profit organization which runs campaigns ta prevent teenage sticky-icky-icky n' brew use up in tha United Hoods. It be notable fo' mobilizin volunteer talent "against a single hood problem" ta help lil' playas "live they lives free of sticky-icky-icky n' brew abuse," n' ta assist muthafathas up in prevention efforts, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Da organization gets input from scientists, specialists up in communication, researchers n' others, n' offers resources fo' muthafathas n' teenagers on its joint. It focused efforts ta "unsell" illegal sticky-icky-ickys like fuckin snow white, heroin, prescription sticky-icky-ickys, da sticky-icky-icky, MDMA, n' others, as well as discouragin tha use of brew n' nitrous oxide, by breakin away from a standard hood steez approach n' bustin a cold-ass lil coordinated media campaign. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. While tha organization has focused sticky-icky-icky prevention advertisin on broadcast media like fuckin televizzle, there be signs up in recent muthafuckin years dat it is shiftin media support ta emergin channels like fuckin vizzle-on-demand, digital technologizzle n' particularly tha Internet. Da organizationz marketin experience was freestyled up as a 58-page marketin "case study" fo' study by hustlas all up in tha Harvard Businizz School. Da organization is like dopest known fo' its iconic TV ad This Is Yo crazy-ass Dome on Drizzlez yo, but it had made over 3,000 adz by 2011 while pursuin a gangbangin' flexible game.

The script to what is objectively the best episode of SpongeBob ever

 * [Da episode begins all up in tha Krusty Krab. Mista Muthafuckin Krabs is outside up in his boat on tha street, waitin fo' SpunkBizzle.]
 * Mista Muthafuckin Krabs: [growls impatiently n' honks his horn] SpunkBizzle! [growls n' honks his horn again] SpunkBizzle!
 * SpunkBizzle: [appears on tha passenger seat wit a pilot helmet on] Oh, pimp dawwwwg! Road trip! [fastens his seatbelt] I hope it lasts alllll muthafuckin day.
 * [Mista Muthafuckin Krabs drives up ta Oldskool Man Jenkins' farm, which is only ten feet away from tha Krusty Krab.]
 * Mista Muthafuckin Krabs: And our crazy asses here.
 * [SpunkBizzle n' Mista Muthafuckin Krabs head fo' tha barnz entrance.]
 * SpunkBizzle: Oldskool Man Jenkins' farm?
 * [Da scarecrow starts ta shake n' Oldskool Man Jenkins' appears from tha shirtz opening.]
 * Oldskool Man Jenkins: Trespassers!
 * [SpunkBizzle n' Mista Muthafuckin Krabs scream. Mista Muthafuckin Krabs hides up in his shell n' SpunkBizzle hides behind his muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. SpunkBizzle peaks his wild lil' fuckin eyes up over Mista Muthafuckin Krabs' eyestalk holes. Oldskool Man Jenkins comes up from scarecrow costume n' points his thugged-out lil' pitchfork at Mista Muthafuckin Krabs' face.]
 * Mista Muthafuckin Krabs: Whoa there, Jenkins muthafucka! [Oldskool Man Jenkins points his thugged-out lil' pitchfork further yo, but Mista Muthafuckin Krabs pushes it back] Pull up in yo' plow! I be here ta pay me grocery bill. [holdz up his bangin straight-up long bill] Jenkins here supplies all tha Krusty Krabz farm fresh ingredients.
 * SpunkBizzle: [as Mista Muthafuckin Krabs' bill extendz itself] Ooh. [laughs] Yoo-hoo! Whee biaaatch! [slides on tha bill]
 * Oldskool Man Jenkins: And I expect ta be paid fo' dem wild-ass muthafuckas.
 * Mista Muthafuckin Krabs: Well, funky you should mention dis shit. [SpunkBizzle comes up next ta Oldskool Man Jenkins up in a gangbangin' farma ladyz tracksuit] SpunkBizzle here is ghon be yo' farm hand until me billz paid off.
 * SpunkBizzle: Farm hand hommie! Oh, pimp dawwwwg! [rips off his cold-ass tracksuit]
 * Oldskool Man Jenkins: Dagnabbit son! If you be thinkin you can�"[gets cut off by Mista Muthafuckin Krabs]
 * Mista Muthafuckin Krabs: Oh, peep tha time. Gotta go! Yo, boy-o! [hops tha fuck into his boat] This should help you wit yo' work! [throws up a sack n' drives away]
 * [Da sack hits SpunkBizzle up in tha grill n' it slil playas his ass across tha ground.]
 * SpunkBizzle: Huh, biatch? Potatoes?
 * [Da sack opens n' reveals Patrick smokin all tha potatoes.]
 * Patrick: Pat-tatoes muthafucka! [shows his crazy-ass grill full of potatoes]
 * SpunkBizzle: Oh, pimp dawwwwg! We can be farmin buddies. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! [hugs Patrick straight-up tight, which make his ass spit up tha potatoes]
 * Oldskool Man Jenkins: Now hold on there, youngin'. I can't just let any dern fools work on mah farm.
 * SpunkBizzle: Oh, our asses aint just any dern fools.
 * [SpunkBizzle n' Patrick dig tha fuck into they grills n' pull up they certified fools badges.]
 * Patrick: We certified fools.
 * Oldskool Man Jenkins: Hm….Well, betta hitch up yo' britches. 'Cause we gots tonz of chores ta git done before tha big-ass barn dizzle tonight!
 * [Oldskool Man Jenkins' farm n' grain silo laugh n' dizzle around. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da scene chizzlez ta Oldskool Man Jenkins leadin SpunkBizzle n' Patrick ta tha oysta coop.]
 * SpunkBizzle: Oh, boy. Whatz first?
 * Oldskool Man Jenkins: First thang our phat asses do is gatherin' pearly eggs from dis oysta coop here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Da trick is gettin dem oystas ta open up they clams. Boy it's gettin hot, yes indeed it is. [rubs gently on tha oysterz chin] Coochie coochie coo.
 * [Da oysta laughs n' spits up a egg. Oldskool Man Jenkins takes tha egg n' shows it ta SpunkBizzle n' Patrick.]
 * SpunkBizzle: Ooh, shiny.
 * Patrick: Ooh, aww.
 * Oldskool Man Jenkins: [puts egg up in basket] I be bout ta be back up in two shakez of a lampreyz tail ta peep how tha fuck you comin along.
 * [SpunkBizzle leans up in ta do tha same trick as Oldskool Man Jenkins done did.]
 * SpunkBizzle: [rubs gently on tha oysterz chin] Uh, coochie coo-coochie…
 * Oyster: [pouts] Uh-uh.
 * SpunkBizzle: Okay, dat didn't work.
 * Patrick: SpunkBizzle, you gotta be mo' gentle.
 * [Patrick grabs a cold-ass lil crowbar n' screams like a wild-ass maniac yo. Dude jumps over n' sticks tha crowbar up in tha oysterz grill. Patrick tries ta pry tha oysterz grill open wit all his crazy-ass might yo, but tha oysta flips Patrick over.]
 * SpunkBizzle: Patrick!
 * [Patrick whirls round up in tha air n' landz on SpunkBizzlez face. Da crowbar landz up in Patrickz grill n' falls flat on tha ground. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! SpunkBizzlez grill is flattened n' shaped like Patrickz buttocks before poppin itself back up in shape. Da oystas laugh n' spit eggs at SpunkBizzle n' Patrick. Oldskool Man Jenkins comes back n' sees tha basket still empty.]
 * Oldskool Man Jenkins: Why, you ain't gathered up a single egg!
 * [SpunkBizzle comes over wit his crazy-ass grillful of eggs n' spits dem up in tha basket.]
 * SpunkBizzle: Well, dat was egg-citing. [laughs]
 * [Da scene chizzlez ta Oldskool Man Jenkins, SpunkBizzle, n' Patrick all up in tha worm hog pen filled wit worm hogs.]
 * Oldskool Man Jenkins: Da next chore is ta feed tha worm hogs.
 * [SpunkBizzle pours a funky-ass bucket full of slop tha fuck into tha worm hog pen n' rings tha bell wit his nose. Da worm hogs run up n' begin smokin they chicken n' you know I be eatin up dat shizzle all muthafuckin day, biatch. I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Patrick be also smokin tha chicken wit tha worm hogs.]
 * Patrick: [swallows tha slop] Mmm. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Slop.
 * [One lil worm hog is tryin ta smoke a shitload of tha chicken n' frantically looks fo' a place ta dig in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. But Patrick kicks tha lil worm hog away.]
 * SpunkBizzle: Aww. Is you hingry-wungry cutie-wuite hoggy-woggy, biatch? [feedz some slop ta tha lil worm hog n' laughs] That tickles. [gasps as tha lil worm hog begins ta swallow his ass whole]
 * [SpunkBizzle screams frantically ta break free yo, but tha lil worm hog spits SpunkBizzle up n' straight-up swallows his ass up before belchin up his clothes.]
 * SpunkBizzle: Uh, could some muthafucka hand mah crazy ass them?
 * [Oldskool Man Jenkins sighs up in disgust. Da scene chizzlez ta Oldskool Man Jenkins, SpunkBizzle n' Patrick wit a cold-ass lil cow-like jellyfish up in tha farm.]
 * Oldskool Man Jenkins: Now, you be gentle when you gin n juice ol' Bessie. [leaves as Bessie moos]
 * SpunkBizzle: Don't you worry. I be bout ta take it easy as fuck peasy on tha oldschool jelly squeezy.
 * [SpunkBizzle grabs a funky-ass bucket, pulls up a stool n' attempts ta gin n juice jellyfish jelly from Bessiez udder n' shiznit yo. Dude grabs it n' goes ta gin n juice it yo, but tha udder sprays jelly on tha floor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. SpunkBizzle tries desperately ta git into how tha fuck ta gin n juice it yo, but tha udder keeps sprayin jelly all over tha place. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. SpunkBizzle, had enough wit tha udder, grabs it n' goes ta gin n juice tha jelly up in tha bucket. But tha udder buildz up so much jelly, dat it causes Bessie ta git mad salty n' sprays jelly all around.]
 * Oldskool Man Jenkins: What up in tarnation�"[gets sprayed by Bessiez jelly]
 * [Bessie gets straight-up mad salty n' throws a gangbangin' fit by kickin every last muthafuckin thang. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch then kicks SpunkBizzle n' Patrick n' sendz dem flyin towardz Oldskool Man Jenkins fo' realz. All three of dem crash tha fuck into tha farmz front door.]
 * Patrick: Mmm, a Jenkin Jelly sandwich! [licks jelly off of Oldskool Man Jenkins]
 * [Da scene chizzlez ta Oldskool Man Jenkins givin SpunkBizzle n' Patrick they final chore outside tha farm. Patrick smokes a shitload of Bessiez jelly while Oldskool Man Jenkins is rappin'.]
 * Oldskool Man Jenkins: Yo crazy-ass final chore is harvestin mah kelp patch.
 * SpunkBizzle: [sees a tiny patch of kelp] Ha, dis is ghon be a snap.
 * Oldskool Man Jenkins: Not dat patch. That one biaaatch! [points ta straight-up big-ass field full of kelp]
 * SpunkBizzle: [groans] That'll take forever!
 * Oldskool Man Jenkins: Not if you use mah tractor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. [points ta his cold-ass tractor]
 * SpunkBizzle: But I aint gots a tractor license.
 * Patrick: I gots fuckin shitloadz of licenses. [shows off his fuckin licenses] Driverz license, fishin license, marriage license. Oh, here it is muthafucka! Tractor license!
 * [Patrick drives tha tractor all up in tha kelp patch. Da tractor make nuff muthafuckin bailz of kelp from tha back.]
 * SpunkBizzle: Fuck dat shit, Patrick. Yo ass is straight-up phat at this.
 * Patrick: Da secret is ta stay def as a sea cucumber n' shit. I don't want anythang ta distract�"[shouts as da perved-out muthafucka sees a jellybee flyin over him] A bee biaaatch! [screams] Jellybee biaaatch! [babblez as tha pimpin' muthafucka tries ta shoo it away yo, but since there is no one steerin tha wheel, tha tractor begins rollin round uncontrollably] Git it off, git it off, git it off!
 * [Da tractor trips over a rock n' flips around. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da jellybee is now chillin on tha tractorz steerin wheel.]
 * SpunkBizzle: Hold on, dawg. [grabs a rope from under tha seat] I gots dat shit. [throws tha rope] Hyah! [misses as it catches tha steerin wheel] Whoops. [the jellybee flies tha fuck into SpunkBizzlez nozzle yo, but SpunkBizzle holdz it closed so it won't fly out] Got dat shit.
 * Patrick: Yay dawwwwg! Don't let it go. [stupidly throws SpunkBizzle out]
 * [SpunkBizzle landz on tha ground n' gets dragged round by tha tractor.]
 * SpunkBizzle: [spits up sand] Yo, dis is fun.
 * [Da tractor continues ta drive while makin some kelp bails. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. SpunkBizzle slil playas across tha field n' dodges tha kelp bails.]
 * SpunkBizzle: [laughs while dodgin tha kelp bails] Whoo-hoo!
 * [Da jellybee flies up from one of SpunkBizzlez holez n' stings his ass from behind. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! SpunkBizzle screams up in pain n' flips over ta tha front of tha tractor up in slow-motion. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. SpunkBizzle gets caught up in tha tractorz grindaz n' comes up all tied up.]
 * SpunkBizzle: Did I "bail" up too soon, biatch? [laughs n' breaks free] Oh, pimp dawwwwg! Our chores is all done. It aint nuthin but time fo' the...
 * SpunkBizzle n' Patrick: Barn dance!
 * [Da tractor drives tha fuck into Oldskool Man Jenkins' farm n' destroys dat shit.]
 * Oldskool Man Jenkins: How tha fuck can I gots a funky-ass barn grind wit no barn, biatch? [sobs]
 * SpunkBizzle: Don't you worry yo' lil wrinkly head. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! 'Cause we gonna have a oldschool fashioned barn raising.
 * [Da scene chizzlez ta SpunkBizzle holdin a funky-ass barn baby as he rocks dat shit. Patrick fills a funky-ass baby forty wit nails n' gives it ta SpunkBizzle. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. SpunkBizzle feedz tha barn baby tha forty of nails.]
 * Patrick: Aww, wee, wee, wee. [gently rubs tha barn babyz chin] Coochie coochie coo.
 * [Da barn baby belches up nails. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. SpunkBizzle n' Patrick is now covered up in nails yo, but it didn't hurt dem wild-ass muthafuckas.]
 * SpunkBizzle n' Patrick: Aww.
 * [Da scene chizzlez ta SpunkBizzle readin a funky-ass book ta tha barn kid while Patrick paints red paint on its siding.]
 * SpunkBizzle: [reading] "'A' is fo' Amoeba. 'B' is fo' Blobfish."
 * [Da scene chizzlez ta SpunkBizzle, Patrick n' tha barn kid playin catch. Da barn kid throws tha bizzle at SpunkBizzle. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. SpunkBizzle throws it ta Patrick. Patrick throws it back ta tha barn kid yo, but it misses as it crashes tha fuck into tha window of Oldskool Man Jenkins' house.]
 * Oldskool Man Jenkins' house: Oh! Yo ass dang kids!
 * [Da scene chizzlez ta SpunkBizzle, Patrick, n' Oldskool Man Jenkins standin up in front of a newly made farm.]
 * SpunkBizzle: Congratulations on yo' barn-mitzvah. Todizzle yo ass be a man-barn.
 * Patrick: Mazel tov!
 * SpunkBizzle: [teary-eyed] Aw, they grow up so fast. [blows his nose]
 * [Da scene chizzlez ta nighttime. Oldskool Man Jenkins' freshly smoked up farm is locked n loaded fo' tha barn dance. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. SpunkBizzle turns on tha flashlight n' sticks it onto Bessie. Bessie moos happily n' floats up ta tha ceiling. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch then starts ta spin round like a gangbangin' finger-lickin' disco ball.]
 * SpunkBizzle: Perfect son! [Patrick is smokin a funky-ass bucket of worm hog slop] Yo, Patrick. Yo ass know what tha fuck time it is?
 * Patrick: [pulls his head outta tha bucket] Time ta put on mah ham boots, biatch? [points ta his wild lil' feet standin on two hams]
 * [One worm hog squeals n' runs away.]
 * SpunkBizzle: Nope biaaatch! It aint nuthin but time to...[opens tha front door]
 * SpunkBizzle n' Patrick: Partay dawwwwg! [sees no one there] Hmm?
 * [Da wind blows n' a tumbleweed rolls by.]
 * Patrick: Where is everybody?
 * SpunkBizzle: When is yo' other guests coming, Oldskool Man Jenkins?
 * Oldskool Man Jenkins: [sprayin jelly up from Bessiez udder] Hmm, biatch? [wipes tha jelly off his beard] What do you mean, biatch? This is tha freshest turnout I've eva had!
 * [Suddenly, tha ground starts ta shake. Outside tha farm, a UFO comes flyin over n' looms downward. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da hatch opens n' tha tractor beam shines down. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. An object comes up from tha UFO, which turns up ta be some kind of strange outhouse. Da door opens n' chronic smoke fumes. Then, a strange alien appears within tha smoke.]
 * SpunkBizzle: Oh, I be thinkin tha partyz over.
 * [Da alien looked like is was goin ta battle SpunkBizzle, Patrick, n' Oldskool Man Jenkins. But as tha smoke clears, tha alien looks almost like a hill-billy farmer.]
 * Farma alien: Over, biatch? Why, itz just gettin started. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time. [pulls up a gangbangin' fiddle n' skits music]
 * [Then some mo' hill-billy farma aliens come up n' play they instruments, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. SpunkBizzle, Patrick, n' Oldskool Man Jenkins join up in tha funk n' dizzle round wit tha farma aliens. Da tractor continues rollin round tha kelp patch as mah playas dances.]
 * SpunkBizzle: How tha fuck did you muthafuckas know bout tha barn dance?
 * Farma alien: Well, we peeped yo' invitation.
 * SpunkBizzle: Invitation, biatch? What invitation?
 * [Da farma alien activates his wild lil' fiddle n' a chronic glow surroundz dat shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. SpunkBizzle, Patrick, Oldskool Man Jenkins n' tha farma alien is also surrounded up in a chronic glow.]
 * SpunkBizzle: Hmm, biatch? Wow.
 * [SpunkBizzle, Patrick, Oldskool Man Jenkins, n' tha farma alien float upward where they can peep tha view of tha farm.]
 * Farma alien: "Barn dizzle n' hoedown tonight fo' realz. Aliens welcome." [points down ta tha strange pattern up in tha kelp patch pimped by tha tractor]
 * SpunkBizzle: Patrick, yo' wild-ass tractor rollin invited them!
 * Patrick: [shows off his crop circle license] I gots a cold-ass lil crop circle license like a muthafucka.
 * [SpunkBizzle, Patrick, Oldskool Man Jenkins, n' tha farma alien float back down ta tha ground.]
 * Farma alien: Nuff props kindly fo' invitin us, oldschool timer n' shit. Well, we off ta fuck wit tha universe. [pulls up a ray gun]
 * Other farma aliens: Yee-haw! [shoot they ray glocks before headin back tha fuck into they outhouse]
 * Oldskool Man Jenkins: [chuckles] Y'all come back n' invade any time.
 * SpunkBizzle: Annihilate safely.
 * [Da farma aliens close they outhouse door n' tha UFOz tractor beam floats dem back tha fuck into they shizzle before flyin away.]
 * Farma aliens: [as they UFO flies away] Yee-haw!
 * [SpunkBizzle, Patrick, n' Oldskool Man Jenkins wave good-bye ta tha farma aliens just as Mista Muthafuckin Krabs pulls up in his boat.]
 * Mista Muthafuckin Krabs: Hey-ho, Jenkins muthafucka! Has SpunkBizzle hit dat shiznit off me bill yet?
 * Oldskool Man Jenkins: [rips tha bill up in pieces] Yo ass be all paid off, Krabs. [rubs SpunkBizzlez head] Now come back n' visit anytime, SpunkBizzle.
 * SpunkBizzle n' Patrick: Bye, Oldskool Man Jenkins!
 * [SpunkBizzle n' Patrick hop tha fuck into Mista Muthafuckin Krabs' boat n' they drive away from Oldskool Man Jenkins' farm. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. SpunkBizzle is spittin some lyrics ta Mista Muthafuckin Krabs what tha fuck they did while Patrick chills.]
 * SpunkBizzle: Then we gathered pearly eggs, fed tha worm hogs, milked Bessie, n' then we kicked it wit some sick space aliens.
 * Mista Muthafuckin Krabs: Aliens, biatch? Thatz ridiculous. I be thinkin you've been hustlin too hard, boy-o. Looks like you gots farm stroke. Yo ass must done been hallucinating. There ain't no such thang as UFOs.
 * SpunkBizzle: Gee, you be thinkin our laid-back asses just imagined it?
 * Mista Muthafuckin Krabs: Yeah, probably-"[screams as a tractor beam suddenly shines over them, shocked da thug was wrong] A UFO!
 * SpunkBizzle: Don't worry, Mista Muthafuckin Krabs, there is no such thang as aliens.
 * [Da tractor beam lifts tha boat n' abducts SpunkBizzle, Patrick, n' Mista Muthafuckin Krabs. Then tha UFO turns n' flies away tha fuck into tha sky as tha tractor drives by tha Krusty Krab.]

To be Fair, You Have to Have a Very High IQ to Understand Rick and Morty
To be fair, you gotta gotz a straight-up high IQ ta KNOW Rick n' Morty. Da humor is mad subtle, n' without a solid grasp of theoretical physics most of tha jokes will go over a typical viewerz head. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Therez also Rickz nihilistic outlook, which is deftly woven tha fuck into his characterisation - his cold-ass thugged-out lil' underground philosophy draws heavily fromNarodnaya Volya literature, fo' instance. Da hustlas KNOW dis stuff; they have tha intellectual capacitizzle ta truly appreciate tha depthz of these jokes, ta realize dat they not just funky- they say suttin' deep bout LIFE fo' realz fo' realz. As a cold-ass lil cold-ass lil consequence playas whoz ass dislike Rick n' Morty truly ARE idiots- of course they wouldn't appreciate, fo' instance, tha humour up in Rickz existencial catchphrase "Wubba Lubba Dub Dub," which itself be a cold-ass lil cold-ass lil cryptic reference ta Turgenevz Russian epic Fathers n' Sons I be smirkin right now just imaginin one of dem addlepated simpletons scratchin they headz up in mad drama as Don Juan Harmonz  smart-ass  unfoldz itself on they televizzle screens. What fools... how tha fuck I pitizzle dem wild-ass muthafuckas. 😂 And yeaaaa by tha way, I DO gotz a Rick n' Morty tattoo fo' realz fo' realz. And no, you cannot peep dat shit. Well shiiiit, it aint nuthin but fo' tha ladies' eyes only- And even they gotta demonstrate dat they within 5 IQ pointz of mah own (preferably lower) beforehand.

Born to Ride
(Da camera opens ta a establishin blasted of tha groupz dome up in Dome City. Inside, Mario is connectin a pipeline made of bamboo ta a sink. Luigi is kneelin beside Mario next ta a toolbox.)

Mario: Wrench.

Luigi: Check.

(Luigi grabs a lizard, which is bein substituted fo' a real wrench, from tha toolbox n' handz it ta Mario, whoz ass uses it ta tighten two pipes together.)

Mario: Pliers.

Luigi: Check.

(Luigi handz Mario a funky-ass bird, which is bein substituted fo' real pliers. Mario uses it ta tighten tha pipes some more.)

Luigi: Yo, sick technique.

(Mario finishes his thang n' dusts off his hands.)

Mario: Eh, just a lil suttin' I picked up from watchin This Oldskool Castle on TV!

Luigi: Yo, if dis works, we can install a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shower!

(Supa-Hoe enters.)

Princess: Letz just worry bout gettin a sink up in first.

Mario: Aw, itz a piece of cannoli, Princess muthafucka! Watch this!

(Mario turns on one of tha taps yo, but no wata comes out, so his thugged-out lil' punk-ass bangs tha faucet.)

Mario: Yo dawwwwg! It aint nuthin but not working!

(Da Marios head outside n' gasp. Da two have discovered Yoshi smokin away all up in tha pipeline.)

Mario: Quit dat son! Yoshi, do you gotta smoke every last muthafuckin thang?

Yoshi: Fuck dat shit, I leave some fo' you, biatch. *burp*

Luigi: Yo, thatz not chicken, itz plumbing!

Yoshi: Oh yo, but I hungry dawwwwg! Bamboo phat hommie! Yoshi not know itz plumbing!

Mario: Thatz no excuse biaaatch! All dat work!

Luigi: Down tha drain!

(Luigi smacks his head up in disappointment.)

Mario: Now, from now on, just stay outta our way when we on a thang, aiiight?

(Da Marios head back inside.)

Yoshi: They no want me around hommie! *burp* Yoshi run away!

(Da scene shifts ta tha outskirtz of Dome City. Yoshi is carryin one of dem old-fashioned bandanas-on-a-stick yo. Dude stops n' gasps as a Wiggla marches towardz his muthafuckin ass. Yoshi sticks up his cold-ass tongue n' swallows dat shit.)

Yoshi: I no need Mario Bros.!

(Three dino bikers on motorcyclez drive up ta Yoshi. Da bikers is Duke, tha leader, Rockman, tha big-ass muthafucka, n' Lulu, tha tomboy.)

Yoshi: (in a scared voice) Oh, I wrong! I need Marios!

Duke: What dis?

Rockman: We gots runaway, Duke.

Lulu: Yo ass cute biaaatch! Like be Luluz main man, biatch? Ride motorcycle dino babe?

Yoshi: Oh, Yoshi like motorcycle biaaatch! Go va-room!

Duke: Oh, you wanna be a funky-ass biker, kid?

(Yoshi admires Dukez motorcycle.)

Yoshi: Oh, Yoshi like biaaatch! Oh yo, but I don't be thinkin Mario Bros. let me biaaatch! Mario Bros. mad at me!

Duke: Yo ass know Marios?

(Rockman puts his wild lil' grill up ta Dukez ear.)

Rockman: Mackdaddy Koopa offer bodacious reward fo' plumber bozos!

(Dukez eyes light up as dollar signs.)

Duke: Dino dork be ticket ta fat hood!

(Lulu puts her grill up ta Dukez ear.)

Lulu: Lulu fix every last muthafuckin thang! (to Yoshi) Yo ass like ride up in side cart?

Yoshi: *giggles* Yoshi like ride!

Rockman: Hmm, maybe we make gangmember of ga-

(Dude covers up Rockmanz grill.)

Duke: Ghetto group, Rockman!

Lulu: First, Yoshi pass initiation. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Yoshi prove worthy ta be Dino Rider.

(Lulu tosses a helmet ta Yoshi, whoz ass gigglez n' puts it on.)

Yoshi: Yoshi gots right stuff! *giggle* I prove biaaatch! Yoshi git motorcycle n' jacket!

(Yoshi gets tha fuck into Luluz side cart.)

Lulu: A deal! Go Dino Riders!

(Da bikers take off n' drive towardz Dome Citizzle n' park up in front of a thugged-out dome. Dude handz Yoshi a jar of paint.)

Duke: Yoshi leave mark on society!

Yoshi: Oh, Yoshi ludd paint!

(Yoshi attempts ta swallow tha jar yo, but Dude bonks his ass on tha head.)

Duke: No smoke son! Paint wall!

(Yoshi strutts up ta tha wall n' begins painting.)

Yoshi: Yoshi make pretty fo' cave people!

(Yoshi paints a smiley face.)

Rockman: Yoshi wimp.

Lulu: Yoshi no wimp. Yoshi mega wimp!

Duke: Now, big-ass test, Yosh man!

(Dude tosses a Bob-omb ta Yoshi.)

Yoshi: Mmm! Eat Bob-omb?

Rockman: No. Throw Bob-omb!

Yoshi: Throw Bob-omb, biatch? Oh, dat bad!

Lulu: Give Lulu break, Yoshi! Prove worthy be Dino Rider playa! Throw Bob-omb!

(Lulu grabs Yoshiz arm n' forces his ass ta throw it tha fuck into tha dome, where itexplodes, leavin a cold-ass lil cloud of smoke.)

Yoshi: Ew, smell Bob-omb! Sorry cave people!

(Lulu grabs Yoshiz arm n' they strutt off as tha cave playas run outta tha dome coughing. Unfortunately fo' them, tha bikers have driven away. Da scene shifts ta a parkin lot, where tha bikers park. Dude presents Yoshi wit a jacket.)

Duke: Yoshi do phat hommie! Welcome Yoshi Dino Rider playa! Yoshi straight-up legit member up in shitty standing!

Yoshi: *giggle* Yoshi born ta ride biaaatch! *he puts on tha jacket* Dino Ridaz no yell at Yoshi! Wish Mario Bros. treat me sick like you, nahmean biiiatch?

Duke: Dino Ridaz rap ta Mario Bros.! Teach 'em treat Yoshi right!

Yoshi: Yoshi like dat son! Yo ass tell Mario n' Luigi rap sick ta me!

Duke: (to Rockman n' Lulu) This our chizzle ta grab Marios muthafucka! Strike deal wit Koopa! (to Yoshi) Yo ass tell Marios, hook up at Tar Pit Milk Bar playa! Dino Ridaz straighten Marios out!

(Da scene shifts ta tha groupz dome. Mario n' Luigi is tryin ta redo tha plumbing.)

Princess: Has you done peeped Yoshi?

Luigi: Well, not since we scolded his ass fo' smokin tha bamboo plumbing.

Princess: Yo ass scolded him, biatch? Dat punk just a funky-ass baby, da ruffneck don't give a fuck any better!

Mario: Aw, take it easy as fuck, Princess muthafucka! Yoshi'll pout a while, then forget all bout dat shiznit son!

Luigi: Yeah, he a tough lil muthafucka!

Yoshi (off screen): Yoshi tha name biaaatch! Cruisin mah game!

(Da Marios n' Supa-Hoe grill tha entrizzle n' peep Yoshi standin there bustin his jacket up in addizzle ta a pair of sunglasses.)

Mario: Yo, whatz wit tha funky costume?

Yoshi: Yo, no costume biaaatch! Yoshi Dino Rider.

Princess: Dino Riders, biatch? Yo ass joined a gang?

Mario n' Luigi: A gang?!

Yoshi: Not gang! Ghetto group! They playaz muthafucka! They no yell all up in mah grill like Mario Bros.!

Princess: Dude bout ta forget tha scolding, huh, biatch? Those Dino Ridaz is a nasty bunch of juvenile delinquents!

Yoshi: Aw, chill self, Princess muthafucka! My fuckin playaz sick biaaatch! They want rap wit Mario n' Luigi at Tar Pit!

Princess: (to tha Marios) Dope idea! Herez yo' chizzle ta straighten up dis mess!

(Da scene shifts ta tha entrizzle of tha bar. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Da Marios n' Yoshi is standin outside.)

Yoshi: My fuckin playaz want rap wit you alone biaaatch! I wait!

(Da Marios enta tha bar, which is fairly dark inside.)

Luigi: We gonna stick up like sore thumbs!

Mario: Just keep a low flava n' we'll blend right in.

(Da doors close, makin tha place pitch black so all dat can be peeped is eyeballs fo' realz. A light turns on n' reveals tha Dino Riders. Da Marios shout as tha Dino Ridaz surround dem wild-ass muthafuckas.)

Mario: *gulp* On tha other hand, maybe we won't!

(Outside, Yoshi is pacin back n' forth.)

Yoshi: What happen Mario n' Luigi, biatch? I go peep what tha fuck take so long.

(Yoshi looks all up in a window n' sees tha Marioz hung onto hooks on a wall by they overalls yo. Dude gasps.)

Mario: Look, we straight-up gots nuff props fo'ridin wit you dino dudes yo, but we gots plumbin ta do!

(Rockman strutts up ta Mario bustin a napkin n' holdin a knife n' fork.)

Rockman: I fix Marioz plumbing! Lunchtime!

Duke: Def out, Rock! We no smoke pasta men!

Mario n' Luigi: Phew!

Duke: We give Marios ta Mackdaddy Koopa!

Mario n' Luigi: Mackdaddy Koopa?!

Duke: Koopa pay nuff coins fo' Marios muthafucka! *laughs* Yoshi big-ass dope biaaatch! Help Dino Ridaz chedda in!

Yoshi: Oh no!

Mario: Yo ass took advantage of Yoshi! Dude thought you was his wild lil' playas!

Lulu: Dino Ridaz smoke Yoshi wimps fo' breakfast son! Plumbers fo' dessert!

Duke: Dino Ridaz take linguini weak-ass muthafuckas ta Koopa!

Yoshi: (sobbing) Yoshi lied to! I git Princess muthafucka! Save Mario n' Luigi!

(Yoshi runs off. Later, Yoshi n' Supa-Hoe return ta tha bar on a motorcycle bustin helmets, n' notice dat tha Dino Riderz motorcyclez is gone.)

Princess: They're gone!

Yoshi: No tell Yoshi where go! Oh, we follow tracks muthafucka! Take our asses right ta Mario n' Luigi!

(Yoshi points ta tha tire tracks on tha road n' drives off.)

Yoshi: Hang tight son! Yoshi a jet!

(Da scene shifts ta tha side of a lava pool up in rocky terrain. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da Dino Ridaz is snackin while tha Marios is tied up.)

Mario: Yo, how tha fuck bout some chicken?

(Dude grabs Rockmanz bowl n' places it up in front of tha Marios.)

Duke: Last meal, plumber men!

Luigi: Yo, dis looks delicious muthafucka! What tha fuck iz it?

Duke: Goomba quiche biaaatch! Lulu make!

Mario: Uh, how tha fuck bout our crazy asses have our last meal a lil lata like, uh, next week, maybe?

(Yoshi n' Supa-Hoe poke they headz up from behind a nearby rock.)

Luigi: Mario, itz hopeless!

Mario: Yo, tha Mario Bros. never give up! Yo ass never know when a scam can hit ya!

Yoshi: Yoshi ta rescue!

(Yoshi jumps on top of tha Marios.)

Duke: It aint nuthin but Yoshi wimp! Git him!

(Yoshi smokes away all up in tha ropes.)

Mario: This is one time I be thankful fo' yo' appetite, Yoshi!

(Now dat tha Marios is free, tha three of dem go afta tha Dino Riders. Da cold lil' woo wop Time ta Git Wild starts.)

Time ta git movin (movin on up now) Time ta kick it up now Rev up tha engine (vroom vroom) Leave all dat shiznit behind us Us dudes do anythang we want to Tell our asses where you wanna be Time ta git wild (yeah) Time ta git wild Groovin' ta a cold-ass lil clifftop Ride up ta tha edge now Rev up tha engine Lookin' now ta fly down Time ta git wild (get wild) Time ta git wild (get wild) Time ta git wild (get wild) Time ta git wild

(Da Dino Ridaz throw they quiche all up in tha Marios yo, but Yoshi smokes dat shit. Mario, now bustin a helmet, gets onto Luluz bike n' Luigi, whoz also bustin a helmet, gets up in tha side car. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Yoshi knocks over tha other bikes, runs off, n' gets onto his bike wit Supa-Hoe on tha back. Dude n' Rockman git onto they bikes n' Lulu gets onto tha back of Dukez bike. Yoshi n' Mario drive they bikes up a Triangle Block n' up a cold-ass lil cliff wall. Rockman attempts ta drive up tha Triangle Block yo, but flips up in tha air n' breaks dat shit. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat tha Dino Ridaz manage ta catch up wit Mario n' co.. Yoshi do a wheelie as he approaches a row of overhead blocks. Da front wheel hits tha blocks, tha last of which gotz nuff Yoshi Wings. Yoshi grabs dem n' flies over a lava pool. Mario uses a Fire Flower ta become Fire Mario yo. Dude blasts at Rockman, n' manages ta knock his ass off his bike n' tha fuck into tha lava. Yoshiz wings disappear n' he landz on tha ground, only ta be pursued by Dude n' Lulu fo'sho. Dude hits a cold-ass lil cactus, causin his ass n' Lulu ta fly off n' hit a wall of blocks as tha cold lil' woo wop ends. Coins fly outta tha blocks n' pile on top of dem wild-ass muthafuckas. Mario n' Yoshi drive up ta a warp pipe.)

Mario: Herez our ticket outta here biaaatch! Move it muthafuckas, before dem Dino Ridaz git back on they wheels!

(Da Marios n' Supa-Hoe remove they helmets n' strutt up ta tha pipe.)

Princess: Come on, Yoshi! They're right behind us!

Yoshi: Oh, what tha fuck bout Yoshi motorcycle?

Princess: It won't fit son! Besides, it belongs ta tha Dino Riders. Unless you still wanna be part of they gang.

Yoshi: Oh, Yoshi no thug playa! No way dawwwwg! Bye-bye bike biaaatch! Me bounce back ta tha doggy den! Clean up Yoshi paint n' Bob-omb mess!

(Yoshi places his jacket on tha handlez n' bigs up others tha fuck into tha pipe. Da Dino Ridaz run up ta tha pipe immediately afterwards.)

Rockman: Yo, whatz gone?

Duke: Koopa reward gone!

Lulu: Lulu fingernail polish gone!

(Da scene shifts ta tha groupz dome. Mario n' Luigi is finishin up they thang.)

Princess: Boy, I be shizzle glad Yoshi decided ta stay outta dat gang!

Mario: Yeah, me too! I promised I wouldn't yell at his ass again!

(Luigi tightens tha pipes one last time wit tha pliers.)

Luigi: Tada! It aint nuthin but ready, Princess!

(Da three of dem hear Yoshi munchin on bamboo. Yoshi entas n' shizzle enough, thatz exactly what tha fuck he up to. )

Mario: Yoshi, not again!

Yoshi: *laughs* Yoshi clownin! Try faucet now!

(Supa-Hoe turns on a tap n' wata pours outta tha faucet. Everyone laughs.)

Mama Luigi
(Open ta scene of Dinosaur Island n' dissolve ta scene of Vanilla Dome n' zoom in.)

Yoshi: Aww, do I gotta git all up in bed so soon?

(Luigi carries Yoshi ta his bed n' puts his ass in.)

Luigi: Well like they say up in Brooklyn, early ta bed early ta git tha worm, or is it tha bagel?

(Yoshi licks his fuckin lips.)

Yoshi: Mmm, worms good, tell Yoshi bedtime rap now, tell Yoshi bout tha time Luigi find Yoshi, n' Yoshi rescue bizzatch.

Luigi: Okay aiiight, well all dat shiznit started when Mario, tha bizzatch, n' I came ta Dinosaur Island fo' our vacation.

(Dissolve ta scene of Mario n' co. enterin a thugged-out deserted Dome City.)

Luigi (narrating): We banished Mackdaddy Koopa from tha Mushroom Mackdaddydom yo, but da perved-out muthafucka somehow managed ta make it ta Dinosaur Island, n' when we gots there tha place was deserted. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time. Koopa footbizzle playas nabbed tha bizzatch, n' Mario was beat down by a Magnum Bizzle, n' I found mah dirty ass grill ta grill wit a Fire Sumo.

(While Luigi is narrating, Chargin' Chucks run outta a hut n' grab tha bizzatch, a Banzai Bizzle chases Mario, n' a Fire Sumo opens up a hole up in tha ground n' Luigi falls in.)

Luigi: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!

Luigi (narrating): I fell tha fuck fo' hours.

(Dissolve ta scene of rap Luigi still falling.)

Yoshi: Oooh, minutes long time.

Luigi (narrating): Well it seemed like hours. I would've been a gonner if it weren't fo' a magic balloon.

(Luigi landz on a P balloon n' temporarily inflates. Then he pops n' continues falling.)

Luigi (narrating): There was not a god damn thang below me but a lava waterfall. Luckily I landed on a skull raft.

Yoshi: Oh, skulls mean shitty medicine.

Luigi (narrating): But these skulls was GOOD medicine fo' mah dirty ass. But unfortunately dat all came ta a end when it reached a lava waterfall.

(Luigi falls off tha waterfall n' landz on a lil' small-ass island.)

Luigi (narrating): I lucked up n' landed on a lil' small-ass island.

Yoshi: Luigi bash blocks now, nahmeean?

Luigi: How tha fuck do you know?

(Luigi starts hittin blocks n' catchin coins fo' realz. A Yoshi egg appears.)

Yoshi: Luigi find Yoshi egg.

(Story Luigi catches tha egg n' tha egg hatches up in his handz n' a funky-ass baby Yoshi appears.)

Baby Yoshi: Mama.

Luigi: Huh?

(Change back ta scene of Yoshiz bed.)

Yoshi: Yoshi be thinkin Luigi mama AH HA HA HA HA HA!

Luigi: Yeah well I didn't be thinkin dat shiznit was so funky.

(Dissolve back ta story. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Rap Luigi is carryin baby Yoshi, whoz ass starts crying.)

Baby Yoshi: Waaaaaaaah!

Luigi: Aw whatz tha matta baby, ya hungry?

Baby Yoshi: Ah ah ah ah mama Luigi.

(Baby Yoshi stops n' they is confronted by two mean dinosaurs.)

Luigi: Is you dis babyz muthafathas, biatch? Well here ya go, fed n' burped.

Baby Yoshi: Mama Luigi, Mama Luigi!

Purple Dinosaur: Mmmm, Yoshi sir phat meal, smells good.

(Luigi picks up Baby Yoshi n' runs before tha dinosaurs bite at dem wild-ass muthafuckas.)

Luigi: Git back you devious dinos, you dealin wit a licensed plumber here.

Purple Dinosaur: Ha ha ha, we plumbers like a muthafucka.

(Da dinosaurs lunge all up in tha pair. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Luigi hops over a Blargg n' tha fuck into a pipe which goes tha fuck into a lake.)

Baby Yoshi: Aww!

Luigi: Don't worry Yoshi sir, I be bout ta git our asses ta tha surface.

(They swim past a Rip Van Fish, which begins chasin dem tha fuck into a tunnel, n' afta a while it falls asleep. Then then they evade Porcu-Puffer-like fish, then they exit tha tunnel.)

Luigi: See Yoshi sir, there be a not a god damn thang up in tha wata ta be scared about. Except that!

(Luigi gets chased ta tha surface by a Torpedo Ted, which begins ta bust on dem wild-ass muthafuckas.)

Luigi: I don't be thinkin we gonna make dat shiznit son!

(Story Luigi is then lifted tha fuck into tha air by dolphins.)

Luigi: Dolphins.

(With tha help of tha dolphins rap Luigi n' baby Yoshi reach dry land.)

Luigi: Thanks fo' tha lift!

(Da dolphins swim away.)

Luigi: Okay Yoshi, you stay here while I dry off mah hat.

(While rap Luigi wrings off his hat, baby Yoshiz curiositizzle of tha big-ass ghetto round his ass drives his ass away.)

Luigi: *gasp* Yoshi!

(Luigi findz Baby Yoshi up in tha Forest of Illusion.)

Luigi: No no no Yoshi poo, don't run off like that, you gonna git lost.

(They're then confronted by five caterpillars.)

Luigi: Mario, wherever yo ass is, HELP ME!

Yoshi: Fuck dat shit, Yoshi ludd dis part.

(Change back ta scene of Yoshiz bed.)

Luigi: Yo, whoz spittin some lyrics ta tha story?

(Dissolve back ta scene of Forest of Illusion.)

Luigi (narrating): Anyway, so there we were, trapped by five caterpillars

Baby Yoshi: Oh, Yoshi hungry.

Luigi: This aint tha time ta be thankin bout chicken, Yoshi.

Baby Yoshi: Oh, Yoshi smoke now!

(Baby Yoshi hops outta Luigiz arms n' starts smokin tha caterpillars, one by one.)

Luigi: Fuck dat shit, dis lil dino make Mario be lookin like he on a gangbangin' finger-lickin' diet.

(Baby Yoshi finishes his fuckin last meal when Mario appears.)

Mario: Yo Luigi, I heard you call fo' help. Is dis lil dinosaur tha cause of all yo' shit, biatch? I be bout ta take care of his ass fo' you, biatch. Begone you lil reptile.

(Baby Yoshi smokes Mario.)

Mario (in Baby Yoshiz stomach): Yo, let me outta here!

Luigi: Yo, thatz mah brother, Yoshi!

(Baby Yoshi spits Mario out.)

Baby Yoshi: Mama Luigi!

Mario: Mama, biatch? Mama Luigi AH HA HA HA HA HA!

Luigi: Yo, quit dat shiznit son!

Mario: Luigi, Mackdaddy Koopa has tha bizzatch locked up in his Neon Castle. We gotta git there ta save her muthafuckin ass.

(Dissolve ta scene of tha Mario Brothers n' baby Yoshi enterin Neon Castle, which is dark.)

Mario: Fuck dat shit, itz dark up in dis biatch.

(Luigi eyes a high up block.)

Luigi: Yo Mario, I be thinkin I found tha light switch!

(Luigi jumps up but can't reach dat shit.)

Luigi: Yo Mario, break me off a funky-ass boost!

Mario: OKAY! Yoshi, stay here.

(Luigi jumps again n' again n' again n' Mario flings his ass higher tha fuck into tha air so his schmoooove ass can turn on tha light.)

Mario: There, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Wherez Yoshi?!

(They run off n' tha cold lil' woo wop Lookin For Yo ass begins.) [Lyrics added by Hip.]

First you here And then you not Yo ass never seem ta stay up in one spot I be lookin (looking) Lookin fo' you I try ta keep up as dopest I can I wanna be there if you need a hand I be lookin (looking) Lookin fo' you I be just one step behind Oh why is you So hard ta find? I've looked high And I've looked low Yo ass know dat everywhere I go I be lookin (looking) Lookin fo' you Lookin (looking) Lookin fo' you Lookin (looking) Lookin fo' you

(Durin tha cold lil' woo wop they peep Baby Yoshi next ta a Bowser statue, which blasts fireballs at dem wild-ass muthafuckas. Baby Yoshi licks dem up, tha statue moves, n' baby Yoshi goes tha fuck into tha room behind dat shit. Da Marios go tha fuck into dat room ta peep baby Yoshi hoppin all up in a hall wit flattenin objects up in dat shit. Luigi saves Baby Yoshi but gets flattened. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Mario rolls up tha flattened Luigi. Baby Yoshi entas tha next room n' before they enter, Mario sees a P Balloon n' reflates Luigi wit dat shit. Then Baby Yoshi hops all up in a gangbangin' fence n' tha Marios enta ta peep baby Yoshi near a Chargin' Chuck. They climb over tha fence n' jump on tha Chargin' Chuck before it grabs baby Yoshi, just ta peep it split tha fuck into three mo' Chargin' Chucks n' have dem clobber his ass n' Luigi. Baby Yoshi licks up n' spits up tha Chargin' Chucks n' entas tha next room. Da cold lil' woo wop endz n' tha Marios git up n' follow baby Yoshi tha fuck into tha room, Bowserz throne room. Baby Yoshi hides underneath tha throne n' tha Marios enter n' shit. They don't peep baby Yoshi n' enta tha next room. Once they leave baby Yoshi starts gorgin his dirty ass all up in tha decorations. Mackdaddy Koopa approaches tha Marios wit five Mechakoopas n' chases dem back tha fuck into tha throne room. Da Marios peep baby Yoshi rubbin his cold-ass tummy n' chillin up in tha spot where tha throne used ta be. Then Mackdaddy Koopa entas tha throne room, sees every last muthafuckin thangz gone, n' do a jaw drop, then picks it up.)

Mack Koopa: My fuckin throne biaaatch! My fuckin throne room! You'll pay fo' dis plumbers!

(Da Mechakoopas approach tha Mario Brothers.)

Mario: Be careful Luigi, these dragon robots can smoke you kickin it.

Baby Yoshi: Aww, robots no smoke Luigi. Yoshi smoke robots.

(One by one tha Mechakoopas disappear tha fuck into naby Yoshiz grill.)

Mack Koopa: That dino twerp is smokin me outta doggy den n' home!

Mario: Yo Luigi, I didn't give a fuck you was brangin a secret weapon.

Luigi: Thatz Mama Luigi ta you, biatch.

Mario: All right Koopa, give our asses tha bizzatch, or Yoshi here will smoke yo' castle piece by piece until we find her!

Mack Koopa: I can build another castle yo, but you can't build another bizzatch. Without dis key you gonna never find her muthafuckin ass.

(Baby Yoshi swipes tha key from Bowserz hand wit his cold-ass tongue.)

Mack Koopa: I be bout ta be back, n' when I be dat lil dino brat is goin on a cold-ass lil crash diet.

(Mack Koopa leaves down a pipe.)

Luigi: Yay, Yoshi you did dat shiznit son! Uh, you didn't swallow tha key did yo slick ass?

Baby Yoshi: Aww, key no taste good.

(Yoshi spits tha key tha fuck into a keyhole, which transports dem back ta Dome City.)

Luigi (narrating): And thatz how tha fuck we managed ta rescue tha bizzatch, props ta you, Yoshi.

(While Luigi is narrating, up in tha rap tha bizzatch gives tha Marios n' baby Yoshi one lick each, then once Luigi stops rappin', dissolve ta scene of Luigi overlookin Yoshi chillin.)

Luigi: Dope night Yoshi.

Yoshi: Dope night. Mama Luigi.

Luigi: Huh?

Bunstoppable
''[We open on a funky-ass book whose cover is graced by tha appearizzle of a aiiight fish. Our thugged-out asses hold on tha cover fo' all dem seconds.]'' Stanley: [narrating] "Back up in tha day, hundredz of muthafuckin years ago..." [Da book opens ta reveal a ancient Chinese village, its aiiight gangstas bustin they own thangs; one of which is fishing.] Stanley: "...our ancestors lived up in Clear Wata Village." [We pan right ta reveal tha other side of tha village.] Stanley: "Until one day, tha hood was attacked..." [page turn] "By tha inhyped Han Family Bandits!" ''[Da villagers is trippin like a muthafucka. Da Han Family Bandits consist of three people; a funky-ass burly, tough playa up in tha middle, a much shorta playa ta his fuckin left, n' a biatch wit a slender build ta his bangin right.]'' Stanley: [as tha bandits] "'Hand over yo' chicken or we will fuck wit yo' village!'" Adelaide: [cuttin in] "Oh, no! And then they fucked wit it?" [We cut ta tha Chang crib, where Stanley is spittin some lyrics ta tha tale ta his fuckin lil' daughters, Breakfast Bot, n' tha Chang pets.] Sid: "Ssh! Dadz gettin ta that!" [turnin ta Stanley] "Dad, can you git ta that?" Stanley: "As I was saying, our calm, wise..." [Page flip n' we cut back ta tha tale; tha Chang ancestor bears a strikin resemblizzle ta Stanley.] Stanley: "And very thugged-out Ancestor Chang, who..." [back ta reality] "...some say looks a shitload like me, heh heh..." Adelaide: "Focus, Dad!" [Stanley clears his cold-ass throat.] Stanley: "Dude realized dat tha Han crewz hunger had driven dem ta a game of crime. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So, he offered dem a cold-ass lil challenge..." [Back ta tha story.] Stanley: "...if he gave dem suttin' mo' delicious..." [Da camera pans from Ancestor Changz grill ta his ass holdin a funky-ass bowl wit five bao, incidentally shaped like fish like up in tha bookz cover.] Stanley: "...than anythang they'd eva smoked, they'd gotta spare tha village." [pan ta tha bandits, whoz ass is scoffing] "Da bandits scoffed yo, but when Ancestor Chang gave dem his wild lil' freakadelic goldfish bao..." [Pageflip; tha bandits is awestruck, filled, n' strong.] Stanley: "...it delighted they eyes, filled they stomachs, n' energized they bodies muthafucka! Da bandits lost tha challenge!" [Pageflip again, dis time ta tha bandits, whoz ass have seemingly reformed, now standin triumphantly surrounded by a crew of aiiight villagers.] Stanley: "Da Han crew was so moved, dat they gave up they evil ways n' became tha protectorz of Clear Wata Village!" [Pageflip ta tha ballin recipe.] Stanley: "And thatz tha rap of how tha fuck dis bao recipe saved tha day." [Stanley holdz up a ballin bao, which sparkles; tha hoes n' pets look up in intrigue.] Stanley: "It aint nuthin but been passed down all up in our crew fo' generations." Da other Changs: "Ooh!" Stanley: [to tha girls] "And now, itz time fo' me ta pass tha recipe down ta you two, so you can make bao fo' tha Chinese Cultural Fair todizzle." [he snifflez a funky-ass bit; now wit tears streamin down his wild lil' face] "My fuckin lil buns, makin they first buns..." [Sid pats his back, touched.] Sid: "Aw, Dad..." -- ''[Da scene cuts Sid n' Adelaide attemptin ta make tha buns. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sid places some purple fillin on her bun. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. A few spotz of fillin dot her grill n' afro fo' realz. Adelaide has already placed a shitload of her bun.]'' Stanley: "Sid, too much fillin fo' realz. Adelaide, not enough filling. Each fin needz eight lines n' eight is dirty, not seven, not nine yo, but eight." Sid: "I don't be thinkin it mattas how tha fuck many..." Stanley: [Cuttin Sid off.] It matters. These baos saved our ancestorz village, so we gotta make dem [clenches his wild lil' fist] tha right way. Especially since I need ta outsell Mike Liuz zongzi stand." Adelaide: "There, finally. That looks amazing." [Bitch holdz up a perfectly formed bao cookie.] Sid: "Oh, oh oh! I done did it too!" [Bitch holdz up her own bao. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Stanley picks dem up n' holdz dem up in his hands, feelin fo' they weight, before grabbin a magnifier n' examinin it up in mo' detail] Stanley: "Perfect son! Dope thang, hoes." Sid n' Adelaide: [Raisin they arms up in delight] "Yay!" Sid: "Hit it, Marcel!" [Marcel gives a thumbs-up n' presses a funky-ass button on Breakfast-Bot, causin his ass ta play triumphant beatz. Drop dis like itz hot! Da sistas n' they pets breakdizzle ta tha rhythm.]"Oh yeah! We rock!" Adelaide: "Mastered dat shiznit son!" Stanley: [Switches off tha music] Dizzle jam later n' shit. I gotta git all up in tha park n' snag tha dopest spot before Mike Liu gets there, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. [chuckles] Oh, n' I be bout ta need you ta make eight hundred bao just like dem two." ''[Dude leaves, leavin Sid n' Adelaide lookin shocked all up in tha demandz fo' realz. Afta a while, Sid weakly chuckles.]'' Sid: "It sounded like da perved-out muthafucka holla'd eight hundred." Stanley: [Poppin back all up in tha door] "I done did. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Betta git started. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time. I be bout ta peep you all up in tha park." [Dude leaves again.] Adelaide: "But it took our asses forever ta make two!" Sid: "At dis rate, we'll be Dadz age by tha time we finish! There HAS ta be a funky-ass betta way!" ''[Cam slithers over n' begins lickin tha fillin off of Sidz cheek. Meanwhile, Breakfast-Bot n' tha other pets is playin a game of mahjong. Then, Sid gets a idea.]'' Sid: "Thatz dat shiznit son!"

''[Later, Marcel takes a cold-ass lil clump of dough n' puts it on a cold-ass lil conveyor belt. Cam flattens it wit his cold-ass tail. Froggy 2 takes some fillin wit his cold-ass tongue n' drops it on tha dough cause I gots dem finger-lickin' chickens wit tha siz-auce. Nico shapes tha dough, leavin some afro behind. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Adelaide n' Sid brush tha bao n' Breakfast Bot takes it n' puts it up in a pot, he be already steamin some bao]'' Adelaide: "Is you shizzle Dad is ghon be aiiight wit our asses takin a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shortcut like this?" Sid: "Letz just not tell his muthafuckin ass." [Picks one up n' looks t it closely, it looks sloppy n' hairy] "Close enough cause I gots dem finger-lickin' chickens wit tha siz-auce. Letz speed it up." ''[Sid sets Breakfast Bot ta fast mode. Da conveyer belt speed up. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So fast dat Froggy 2 n' Nico can't keep up. Marcel n' Cam can't keep up either n' shit. Marcell endz up just dumpin tha whole bowl of dough onto tha conveyor belt. Nico n' Froggy 2 start panickin n' Nico dumps all tha fillin onto tha line of dough cause I gots dem finger-lickin' chickens wit tha siz-auce. Breakfast Bot starts gettin buried up in dough cause I gots dem finger-lickin' chickens wit tha siz-auce. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sid gasps]'' "Guys, you fallin behind!" Breakfast Bot: [Gettin overwhelmed] "Warning, disasta imminent. Warning, warning, warning!" ''[Breakfast Bot starts sparkin n' sendz a funky-ass bolt of electricitizzle at Stanleyz book. Da book opens ta tha page wit tha mad salty bandits, whoz ass suddenly disappear from tha book. Da whole buildin sparks up n' suddenly a swirlin purple cloud emerges above. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Suddenly, tha three bandits drop from tha cloud n' hit tha streets, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. They let up a cold-ass lil cry like a muthafucka. Meanwhile, up in tha Changz crib, Breakfast Bot is toast n' tha hoes is straight-up unaware of what tha fuck just happened outside]'' Sid: "Breakfast Bot, is you aiiight?" Breakfast Bot: "Define, ‘okay'." Sid: "On tha plus side, tha bao is done." ''[Da hoes high five. But cringe when Breakfast Bot drops]''

[Da hoes n' Breakfast Bot brang tha bao outside n' is struttin along when they peep something] Hipsta Male: [Offscreen] "One fo' tha vlog." ''[Dude n' his wild lil' freakadelic hoe is takin a selfie wit tha Han Family Bandits, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Da bandits is disoriented by tha flash]'' "Man, you costumes look straight-up real." [Da bandits roar at them] Hipsta Woman: [Sniffs] "And smell straight-up real." [They strutt off, pinchin they noses] "Eww." Sid: "Dadz cultural association must've hired oldschool reenactors fo' tha fair. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. They look just like tha bandits from tha story." ''[Suddenly a funky-ass burly hand grabs Adelaide. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch yelps]'' Hui: "Hand over all yo' chicken or we'll fuck wit yo' village." Adelaide: [Not buyin it] "Yo crazy-ass actingz all gravy yo, but yo' moustache looks straight-up fake." ''[Bitch starts yankin at Wooz moustache n' rips a shitload of it off yo. Dude drops her n' screams up in pain. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Then he growls]'' Breakfast Bot: "Those aint reenactors. They is tha bandits from tha story." Adelaide: "What do you mean Breakfast Bot?" Breakfast Bot: "If mah optical sensors is erect, we accidentally opened a rift up in time n' space when our bao makin went awry. Look!" [Points ta tha vortex above them] Adelaide: "Ooh, pretty." Woo: [Realizes something] "Uh… This aint clear wata village." Hui: "We've been lost before yo, but not dis lost. Where is we?" Yi: "Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck cares, biatch? I be starving! Letz start raiding." [Hui n' Woo agree] Sid & Adelaide: [Gasp] "Uh-oh!" Breakfast Bot: "If mah aural sensors is erect, it soundz like they was goin ta tha hood but tha rift brought dem here before they gots there." Adelaide: [Knowin tha rest of tha story] "And it soundz like they missed lunch." [Da bandits start beatboxin n' charge] Sid: "If our phat asses don't feed them, they'll fuck wit tha hood!" ''[Offscreen, objects start clattering. Georgia is drankin a cold-ass lil coffee, when a whip snags it n' takes dat shit. Yi tries it n' immediately spits it out]'' Yi: "Thatz disgusting!" [Meanwhile, Hui is warmin up his nunchucks, Vito watches, smokin sausage] Vito: "Oh, bunch of tough muthafuckas, eh?" [Vito starts swingin his fuckin linked sausages around, impressively at first yo, but only manages ta snare his dirty ass] "Is it over, biatch? Did I win?" [Meanwhile, Woo is wrestlin wit Maybelle over her grocery bag] Maybelle: "Yo ass ain't gettin' these mangos." [Kicks Woo away] Sid: "I gots dat shiznit son! Remember Dadz story, biatch? Us playas just gotta give dem tha bao n' they'll do whatever we want." Adelaide: "Yeah! Just like ancestor Chang!" [Da bandits is whoopin up tha hipsta couple, whoz ass don't even realize they straight-up bein attacked] Hipsta Female: "Fuck dis shiznit son! Yo ass is straight-up pimped out method hustlas!" Sid: [Offscreen] "Stop!" [Everyone looks at her] "If our crazy asses hit you wit suttin' mo' delicious than anythang you've eva smoked…" Adelaide: "..Somethang dat delights tha eyes, fills tha stomach n' energizes tha body..." Sid: "Will you stop bustin banditizzle shiznit n' go back tha fuck into tha rift?" [Da bandits be thinkin bout it, n' throw tha hipstas away, intrigued by tha challenge] "I present ta you, biatch..." "the Changz secret recipe bao." ''[Lifts tha lid off tha pot, revealin tha hairy n' lumpy bao. Da bandits try n' spit it up in revolt]'' Yi: "These bao stink!" Sid: "What, biatch? They can't be dat bad." ''[Sid n' Adelaide each take a funky-ass bao n' try fo' theyselves fo' realz. And discover dat tha bao is dat bad]'' Adelaide: [Pulls a red hairbizzle outta her grill] "Ugh, I found some Nico hair. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. I guess we shouldn't have taken dat shortcut. We gotta remake dem wild-ass muthafuckas." Sid: [Straight-Up not wantin to] "That'll take forever!" [Realizes something] "Wait son! Therez tonz of yummy thangs here up in tha hood." [To tha bandits] "Hey!" [Da bandits have already taken off Sid catches up wit them] "Wait son! I aint done yet son! I have mo' chicken ta offer you, nahmean biiiatch?" Hui: "Fine, we'll hit you wit three mo' chances yo, but if you fail, we takin over dis village." Sid: "Sure. Let me show you tha dopest smokez of Great Lakes City." [Takes dem ta holla'd eats]

[Later, they is all up in tha pizzy restaurant] Sid: "Alright, I don't give a fuck mah playas whoz ass don't like pizzy. Eat up!" [Da bandits smoke tha pizzy, they seem ta trip off it] Hui: "This delights tha eye n' fills tha stomach but..." [Da bandits start growin tired] Yi: "It do not energize tha body.." [Da bandits drop]

[Next, Sid is showin a Great Lakes Citizzle Special, one dawg dragged all up in tha garden] Sid: "Hotdawgs is a Great Lakes Citizzle specialty." [Da bandits try] Woo: "Fills tha stomach." Yi: "Energizes tha body yo, but.." [They peep Vito, whoz ass has straight-up skanky table manners, smokin a hotdog while slobberin wit his crazy-ass grill open] Han Family: [Disgusted] "Ugh. Do not delight tha eye." [Hui almost pukes]

[Third chance, they is up in tha arcade, tha bandits have ice cream] Adelaide: "Everyone loves ice cream sundaes." ''[Da bandits try n' dis time they trip off every last muthafuckin thang bout dat shit. They start smokin all dat shiznit at once]'' Hui: "This is dat shiznit son! It delights tha eye!" Woo: [Sniffs] "Fills tha stomach." Yi: "And energizes tha bo..." [Unfortunately, they ate too fast n' start clutchin they headz up in excruciatin pain] Woo: "Therez ice up in mah dome!" Hui: "It aint nuthin but comin' at us!" Yi: "What tha fuck iz dis cursed magic!?" Adelaide: "It aint nuthin but just dome freeze. Calm down." Hui: [Gettin tha wack idea] "Ah, a sneak attack! Yo ass lost tha challenge. Now we is takin over dis village." [They git started] Sid: "Wait!" ''[Da bandits start raidin tha arcade, Hui throws tha claw machine up tha door n' they charge tha fuck into tha streets fo' realz. Adelaide, Sid, n' Breakfast Bot follow dem out]'' "Therez only one way ta fix all dis bullshit. We need ta make tha bao exactly like Ancestor Chang did up in tha story." Adelaide: "Yo ass make tha bao. I be bout ta hold dem off." Sid: "How tha fuck is you gonna do that?" [Adelaide tizzles her pigtails back n' rips off her clothes, revealin her karate gi, n' gets tha fuck into a gangbangin' fightin pose] Adelaide: "I be a karate smart-ass, duh. Now, go." Sid: [Takes off] "We bout ta be right back." Breakfast Bot: [Follows Sid] "Do she always have dat on?"  [Adelaide looks all up in tha bandits, whoz ass is smashin a mailbox] Adelaide: "Hey!" [Taunts dem over] "Letz dance." ''[Da bandits growl up in Adelaidez direction. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Meanwhile, back all up in tha crib building, tha rift is still open. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Inside, Sid n' Breakfast Bot have they ingredients ready. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sid gets started n' tha muthafuckas salute her, locked n loaded ta help]'' Sid: [Declines] "Nope, no mo' shortcuts, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. I gotta do dis tha right way." [Gets started] "This much filing..." ''[Meanwhile, tha bandits charge at Adelaide fo' realz. Adelaide dodged Woo wit a split jump, flyin side kicks Yi away, then grabs Hui by tha boots, slams his ass on tha sidewalk, spins his ass above her head n' throws his muthafuckin ass. Back all up in tha crib, Sid has shaped a funky-ass bao, sweat drippin from her brow, she readies her chopsticks n' grooves tha lines onto tha fins]'' "Eight lines." [Inspects closely] "Pretty!" ''[Places it wit tha other two up in tha pot. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch puts tha pot on Breakfast Bot]'' "These will steam on tha way there, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Letz go!" ''[Meanwhile, Adelaide is still holdin her own. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch split-kicks Woo n' Yi, leg sweeps Hui]'' Adelaide: [Gets tha fuck into a pose] "Hi-ya!" [Suddenly, Yi lashes her whip n' snares Adelaide] "Huh?" Yi: [Danglez Adelaide] "It aint nuthin but over, child." Sid: [Offscreen] "Stop!" [Everyone looks over] "Yo ass aint had tha slick Chang crew bao! Hui: [Scoffs] "How tha fuck is these different from tha last ones?" Sid: [Opens tha pot] "Try dem n' see" [Tosses dem each a funky-ass bao, tha sight of which awes them] Yi: [Gasps] "It delights tha eye!" Hui: [Eats] "It fills tha stomach." Hoo: "And energizes tha body!" Hui: [As Yi lets Adelaide go] "Yo crazy-ass hood is ghon be spared." [Da bandits bow ta Sid. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da hoes squeal] Breakfast Bot: [Sensors goin off] "Warning! Warning! Da rift be bout ta close." Sid: "Uh-oh. To tha roof!"

[On tha roof of tha building, tha bandits is on one side of a teeter-totter, n' a lil sad] Woo: [Sighs] "It aint nuthin but too shitty we'll never have dat delicious bao again, though." Adelaide: "Oh, just git all up in Clear Wata Village n' ask fo' Ancestor Chang. They have tha same bao." Hui: "How tha fuck do you know..." Adelaide: [Jumps on tha other side of tha teeter-totter, bustin tha bandits back home] "Just trust us!" ''[Da bandits return ta tha rift, which immediately fades away. Da hoes n' Breakfast Bot cheer n' shit. Breakfast Bot turns on tha K-pop n' they git ridin' dirty. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Suddenly, Sid gets a cold-ass lil call from her fùqīn. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch lyrics]'' Stanley: "Yo, hoes yo. Howz tha bao comin along?" Sid: [Remembers] "Oh, right." Adelaide: [Horrified] "We've gots eight hundred ta go!" [They run off, leavin tha beeper wit Breakfast Bot] Stanley: [Still on tha line] "Girls, biatch? Hello?" Breakfast Bot: [Answers] "No one be available ta take yo' call at dis time. Please leave a message afta tha K-pop." [Plays tha noize again]

[Later, all up in tha gangbang, Stanley sells his fuckin last bao] Stanley: [To his wild lil' fuckin exhausted nǚ'érmen ] "Nuff props fo' yo' help todizzle, hoes. We sold up n' beat Mike Liuz zongzi stand!" ''[Points ta tha adjacent stand, where Mike has a sign fo' fifty cement off n' is still stuck wit a mountain of zongzi. Da sign falls off, Mike groans n' smokes his zongzi]'' "I know itz a shitload of hard work yo, but I hope yo' last time makin tha crew bao wasn't too boring." ''[Leaves. Da hoes peep each other n' shit. Nonchalantly]'' Sid: "Oh, quit freakin' tha fuck up bout that." Adelaide: "Definitely not boring." ''[Suddenly tha bao book sparks up again, it hits tha ground n' flips all up in its own pages. Da three bandits poke they headz out]'' Yi: "Is dat zongzi I smell, biatch? I be starving!" ''[Sid gasps, n' Adelaide karate chops dem back tha fuck into tha book. Da book closes n' tha hoes is relieved]''

Kep1er
Kep1er (/ˈkɛplər/; Korean: 케플러; RR: Kepeulleo) be a Downtown Korean hoe crew formed all up in tha 2021 Mnet realitizzle game competizzle show Hoes Hood 999. Da crew is composed of nine members: Kim Chaehyun, Huenin Bahiyyih, Choi Yujin, Kim Dayeon, Seo Youngeun, Kang Yeseo, Ezaki Hikaru, Sakamoto Mashiro n' Shen Xiaoting. Da crew is managed by Swin Entertainment n' Wake One Entertainment. Kep1er made they straight-up legit debut on January 3, 2022 wit they first extended play (EP) First Impact.

Name
"Kep1er" was a name dat was suggested n' pimped by tha viewerz of tha show all up in tha joint Naver n' shit. Da word means "Kepler", derivin from Johannes Kepla n' his fuckin lawz of hoodary motion. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Kepla was a German astronomer n' mathematician up in tha 16th n' 17th centuries, n' has since become tha eponym of nuff other thangs as well.

Da name also kept its relation ta Hoes Hood 999 by continuin tha space-related theme from tha showz name.

Formation all up in Hoes Hood 999
Kep1er was formed all up in tha Mnet realitizzle game show Hoes Hood 999, which aired from August 6 ta October 22, 2021. Da show brought 99 contestants from China, Japan n' Downtown Korea ta compete ta debut up in a multinationistic hoe group. Out of initially 99 contestants, only tha top nine would be up in tha final debut lineup.

Before tha show fuckin started, nuff muthafuckin thugz of tha final lineup had already been actizzle up in tha entertainment industry. Choi Yu-jin made her debut up in tha Cube Entertainment hoe crew CLC on March 19, 2015, wit tha groupz first extended play (EP) First Ludd yo, but her ass is currently on hiatus there, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. In 2010, Kang Ye-seo was a gangmember of tha kid hoe crew CutieL, before joinin Bustas up in 2019. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch remained wit Bustas until 2020.

Shen Xiaotin n' Kim Da-yeon previously participated up in other game shows. Kim Da-yeon participated up in Produce 48 up in 2018 representin CNC Entertainment, while Shen Xiaotin participated up in Produce Camp 2020 representin Top Class Entertainment. Both was eliminated up in tha straight-up original gangsta round, placin 70th n' 80th up in they respectizzle shows. Mashiro Sakamoto rocked up in tha straight-up original gangsta episode of tha Mnet realitizzle game show Stray Kidz as part of tha biatch trainees crew but did not progress past tha straight-up original gangsta episode.

Shen Xiaotin was also a cold-ass lil competitizzle ballroom n' modern dancer, havin won a gold medal prize up in a modern dizzle shiznit competizzle held up in Shanghai, as well as rankin sixth globally up in a British competition.

Peepin Produce 48, Kim Da-yeon left CNC Entertainment n' signed wit Stardium Entertainment, only ta leave once mo' afta her debut plans fell tha fuck all up in cause I gots dem finger-lickin' chickens wit tha siz-auce. Mashiro Sakamoto was a trainee at JYP Entertainment from 2016 ta 2018.

2021-present: Debut wit First Impact, Biatchdom 2 participation
Kep1er was originally scheduled ta debut on December 14, 2021 wit they first EP First Impact, wit pre-ordaz beginnin on November 29. They was also initially scheduled ta big-ass up all up in tha 2021 Mnet Asian Music Awardz on December 11. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat dat shiznit was announced dat tha groupz scheduled debut had been delayed ta January 3, 2022, cuz of one of they staff thugz havin tested positizzle fo' COVID-19. Their performizzle all up in tha 2021 Mnet Asian Music Awardz was also shut down. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. On December 14, dat shiznit was revealed dat crew thugz Mashiro n' Xiaotin tested positizzle fo' COVID-19. On December 26, Kep1erz agency announced dat Xiaotin n' Mashiro have straight-up recovered from COVID-19.

On January 3, 2022, Kep1er busted out they debut EP First Impact wit "Wa Da Da" servin as tha title track. On January 10, 2022, Chae-hyun was announced as tha freshly smoked up co-host fo' SBS MTVz noize program Da Show alongside Cravityz Minhee. On January 13, 2022, Kep1er won they first noize program award on M Countdown wit "Wa Da Da". On February 21, 2022, dat shiznit was confirmed dat Kep1er is ghon be participatin up in tha second season of tha Mnet realitizzle competizzle show Biatchdom, scheduled ta premiere up in March 2022.

Baby Dino transcript
Dora: Hola! Soy Dora.

Boots: And I be Boots.

(both laughing)

Dora: Look... itz mah cousin Diego.

All three: Whoa!

(tumbling)

Diego: Yo, dat soundz like suttin' falling.

Dora: Do you peep suttin' falling?

(all screaming)

Dora: We need yo' help. We gotta jump over dat shit. To tell our asses when ta jump, say "salta." Yo ass betta say salta, biatch? Say salta. Great son! It aint nuthin but comin ta Diego. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Say salta.

Dora n' Boots: Salta!

Dora: It aint nuthin but comin ta Boots, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Say salta.

Dora n' Diego: Salta!

Diego: It aint nuthin but comin ta Dora.

Boots: Say it wit us.

Diego n' Boots: Salta!

Dora: Oh, no. It aint nuthin but rollin right at you, biatch. Yo ass gotta stand up ta jump over dat shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Stand up, please.

Boots: Up, up, up.

Diego: Stand up.

Dora: Git locked n loaded ta jump. When we say salta, jump yo. Here it comes.

All: Salta!

Dora: Dope jumping.

Diego: Muy bien.

Boots: And props fo' sayin salta.

[Da rollin object stops n' reveals itself ta be a funky-ass big-ass egg]

Dora: Look! Us playas jumped over a egg!

Boots: A big-ass egg.

Diego: Da egg is startin ta hatch.

Dora: Here comes tha baby fo' realz. Aw, da perved-out muthafucka so cute.

All three: Aww!

Boots: Yo, I wonder what tha fuck kind of baby it is. Is it a funky-ass baby cow?

All three: No.

Boots: What kind of baby is it?

All three: A baby dinosaur.

Boots: Fuck dis shiznit son! Letz call his ass Baby Dino.

(Baby Dino gurgles, stomach growls)

Diego: Baby Dino say da thug wants chicken n' you know I be eatin up dat shizzle all muthafuckin day, biatch.

Baby Dino: Food.

Dora: But our phat asses don't give a fuck what tha fuck kind of chicken Baby Dino likes.

Diego: Letz check mah field journal. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. It aint nuthin but gots all kindz of shiznit bout dinosaurs n' what tha fuck they eat. First letz git into which kind of dinosaur Baby Dino is. Do you peep a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dinosaur dat be lookin like Baby Dino, biatch? Yes muthafucka! Baby Dino be a apatosaurus fo' realz. And look-- tha apatosaurus likes ta smoke leaves off trees.

Boots: Here, Baby Dino-- chicken n' you know I be eatin up dat shizzle all muthafuckin day, biatch. I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Yum, yum, yum.

Baby Dino: Mmm. Food.

[Baby Dino begins ta grow]

Diego: Yo, dig all dis bullshit. Yo ass won't believe what tha fuck I found up in mah field journal. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. Da apatosaurus can grow long n' tall. Well shiiiit, it can grow ta be as long as one, two, three, four, five, six garbage trucks.

Boots: Thatz a shitload of garbage trucks. But, hey, where is Baby Dino?

Dora: Do you peep Baby Dino?

Diego: Yeah, there he is.

(gulps, burps)

Boots: Dude gots big!

Dora: Straight-Up big!

Baby Dino (baby voice): Food.

(Dora, Boots n' Diego laughing)

ALL: Whoa! Whee!

(all exclaimin happily)

Boots: This is like tha slide yo' mommy n' poppy gave you, biatch.

Baby Dino (baby voice): Mommy.

(crying)

Diego: Aw, Baby Dino wants his crazy-ass mommy.

Baby Dino (baby voice): Mommy.

Dora: Don't worry, Baby Dino. We bout ta help you find yo' mommy. Will you help Baby Dino find his crazy-ass mommy, biatch? Great. Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck do we ask fo' help when our phat asses don't give a fuck which way ta go?

Boots: Map!

Dora: Map, right. Will you check tha map ta find Baby Dinoz mommy, biatch? Yo ass gotta say "map."

Boots n' Diego: Louder!

Map: ♪♪ I be tha map, I be tha map ♪♪

Fiesta Trio: ♪♪Dat punk tha map, tha pimpin' muthafucka tha map♪♪

Map: ♪♪ I be tha map! ♪♪ Dora, Boots n' Diego wanna help Baby Dino find his crazy-ass mommy. Well, I know where Baby Dinoz mommy is-- at Dino Island.

MOMMY: Baby Dino!

Map: To git ta Dino Island, first you go over tha river n' shit. Then go past T. rex-- ooh!

(T. rex growls)

Map: And thatz how tha fuck you gonna git ta Dino Island n' brang Baby Dino home ta his crazy-ass mommy.

MOMMY: Baby Dino!

Fiesta Trio: Estrellas!

Map: Oh, try n' catch stars along tha way. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So remember: River, t. rex, Dino island. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Say it wit me: River, t. rex, dino island. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! River, T. rex, Dino Island. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! River, T. rex, Dino Island.

Dora: River, T. rex, Dino Island. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Where do we go first?

(Cursor clicks tha river)

Dora: River, right. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So first we need ta find tha river.

Baby Dino (baby voice): River.

Diego: But these leaves is up in our way.

Dora: Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck can smoke these leaves ta git dem outta our way?

ALL THREE: Baby Dino!

Dora: Now do you peep tha river?

Boots: Yeah, there it is.

Dora: Come on--vámonos!

Diego: Letz brang Baby Dino home ta his crazy-ass mommy.

Baby Dino: Mommy!

Dora: Letz all cheer fo' Baby Dino ta help his ass git home. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Say:

ALL THREE: "Baby Dino! Baby Dino! Baby Dino!"

(baby voice): Baby Dino!

ALL THREE: Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck can stick his head up tha fuck into a cold-ass lil cloud, biatch? Baby Dino.

(baby roar)

Dora: Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck can do a roar thatz straight-up loud?

ALL THREE: Baby Dino.

Dora: Whoz gots tha freshest footprints around?

ALL THREE: Baby Dino.

Dora: Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck can stomp straight-up hard all up in tha ground?

ALL THREE: Baby Dino.

(stomping)

Boots: Fuck dis shiznit son! Baby Dino can straight-up stomp.

Dora: Yo ass betta stomp like a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dinosaur, biatch? Stomp like a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dinosaur.

ALL THREE: Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp!

Dora: Great stomping.

(all laughing)

Dora: I hear stars. Do you peep stars?

(stars giggling)

Boots: Yeah, look-- stars.

STARS: Here we go, yoo-hoo! Catch us, catch us. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Supra. Mega. Ultra.

Diego: It aint nuthin but Supra, Ultra n' Mega.

Boots: Da explorer stars is liftin Baby Dino.

STARS (giggling): Try n' catch us.

Dora: We need ta catch dem wild-ass muthafuckas. Reach up n' catch tha stars. Reach up. Catch them, catch them, catch dem wild-ass muthafuckas. We caught dem wild-ass muthafuckas.

Boots: We caught Supra,Ultra n' Mega.

Diego: Da three super-strong explorer stars.

Dora: Letz put dem up in tha star pocket.

STARS: Da star pocket, tha star pocket. (stars giggling) Supra, Ultra, Mega!

Dora: Dope star-catching.

[They reach tha river]

Boots: Yo, look, itz tha river.

Diego: We gotta git across dat shit.

(soft snorting)

Diego: Whoa, look! These is lil compsognathus dinosaurs.

Boots: These is dinosaurs, biatch? They're as lil' small-ass as chickens.

Diego: They're tha smallest dinosaurs, n' they straight-up fast.

Boots: Cool.

(calling)

Mommy Compsognathus: My fuckin babies, mah babies muthafucka! My fuckin 13 babies!

(snorting)

Dora: Oh, no! Their mommy is way over on tha other side of tha river.

Boots: Da 13 lil dinosaurs need ta git across tha river just like us.

Diego: We need a funky-ass bridge thatz straight-up big-ass n' straight-up long. Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck can be a funky-ass bridge across tha river, biatch? Baby Dino.

(baby voice): Baby Dino.

Boots: Look!

Dora: Look at his ass stretch.

Diego: Dude can be our bridge.

Boots: Yay fo' Baby Dino.

Baby Dino: Uh-oh.

Dora: Oh, no. Da waterz rushin faster.

Boots: It aint nuthin but gettin higher n' higher.

Diego: We gotta hurry n' git tha babies across dis river straight-up fast.

Dora: Quick, count tha 13 lil compsognathus dinosaurs wit us.

ALL: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen.

Dora: Dope countin fo' realz. And look-- all 13 lil compsognathus dinosaurs juiced it up across tha bridge ta they mommy. Thanks fo' helping.

(Baby Dino cries out)

Boots: Uh-oh!

Dora: Baby Dinoz stuck up in tha river.

Boots: And tha waterz rising.

Dora: Da explorer stars can help us. To call tha stars, say "estrellas." Estrellas!

STARS: Supra, Ultra, Mega.

Diego: Look! Da explorer stars lifted Baby Dino outta tha river.

Boots: Go, explorer stars.

Dora: Gracias, Supra, Ultra n' Mega.

Baby Dino: Thanks.

STARS: Supra, Ultra, Mega.

(laughing)

Boots: Where do we go next, Dora?

Dora: River, T. rex, Dino Island. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! We juiced it up across tha river n' shit. Where do we go next?

(Cursor clicks tha T. Rex)

(T. rex roars)

Dora: We gotta go past tha T. rex. Whooo! So next we need ta find tha T. rex.

(scared): T. rex?

Diego: But we can't peep tha T. rex wit all these big-ass hills.

Boots: We need one of mah thugs whoz ass can stretch up straight-up high.

Dora: Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck can stretch up straight-up high?

ALL THREE: Baby Dino.

Dora: Yo ass betta stretch up high like a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dinosaur, biatch? Stretch, stretch, stretch. Now do you peep tha T. rex, biatch? Ooh, there she is--allí esta. Dope stretching. Come on--vámonos.

Diego: Letz brang Baby Dino home ta his crazy-ass mommy.

Baby Dino: Mommy, mommy.

Boots: Yo, wherez Baby Dino going?

Dora: I don't give a fuck, Boots.

Baby Dino: Mommy.

Dora: Aw, Baby Dino picked a gangbangin' flower fo' his crazy-ass mommy. Thatz so dope.

Boots: Sick flower, Baby Dino. Yo crazy-ass mommy will ludd dat shit.

(sniffing)

Dora: That soundz like Swiper tha fox.

Boots: That sneaky fox be always tryin ta swipe our stuff.

(cries out)

Boots: Don't worry, Baby Dino. We bout ta stop Swiper... I hope.

Dora: Whatz that, biatch? Yo ass peep Swiper, biatch? Where?

ALL THREE: Right behind us?

(screaming)

Boots: That mean fox. Dat punk tryin ta swipe Baby Dinoz flower.

(bobbin n' crying)

Dora: Help our asses stop Swiper n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Say it wit us.

ALL: Swiper, no swiping. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Swiper, no swiping. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Swiper, no swiping!

Swiper: Oh, man.

(cheering)

Dora: Thanks fo' helpin our asses stop Swiper.

Diego: Way ta go, Baby Dino. That was brave.

(baby voice): Baby Dino-- roar, roar.

Dora: Here, Baby Dino. Letz put yo' flower up in mah backpack fo' safekeepin so we can give it ta yo' mommy.

Diego: Is you shizzle it will fit, biatch? Thatz a funky-ass big-ass flower.

Dora: Mi mochila can carry anything. Right, Backpack?

Backpack: Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum. Delicioso.

(cheering)

[They reach tha T. Rex]

Mommy T-Rex: ♪♪ Rock-a-by T. rex up in tha treetop... ♪♪

ALL: Look, itz tha T. rex!

Baby Dino: (cryin wit fear)

Mommy T-Rex: ♪♪ ...will rock. ♪♪ (continues under)

Diego: Yo, mah field journal say a T. rex can only peep you when you moving. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So when a T. rex looks at you, freeze n' stand straight-up still like a statue. Then tha T. rex can't peep you, biatch.

Boots: Cool.

Dora: Come on. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Letz tiptoe ta git past tha mommy T. rex. We need yo' help ta tiptoe past tha T. rex. Will you help our asses tiptoe past tha T. rex, biatch? Great son! Yo ass gotta stand up ta tiptoe past tha T. rex. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Stand up, please!

Boots: Up, up, up!

Diego: Stand up!

Dora: Remember, if T. rex looks at you, freeze biaaatch! Here we go.

[They begin ta tiptoe]

Dora: Tiptoe, tiptoe, tiptoe, tiptoe.

[Da T. rex stops what tha fuck her dope ass bustin n' sees them]

Dora: Freeze-- she looking.

[Pause]

Mommy T-Rex: ♪♪ Rock-a-by T. rex... ♪♪

Dora: Yes muthafucka! Biatch didn't peep us. Letz keep tiptoeing. Tiptoe, tiptoe, tiptoe, tiptoe.

[Bitch sees dem again]

Dora: Freeze-- she looking.

[Pause]

Mommy T-Rex: ♪♪ When tha bough breaks... ♪♪

Dora: Phew, her dope ass didn't peep us. Letz keep tiptoeing. Tiptoe, tiptoe, tiptoe.

Mommy T-Rex: ♪♪ When tha bough breaks... ♪♪

[Bitch sees dem yet again]

Dora: Freeze-- she looking.

[Pause]

Mommy T-Rex: ♪♪ Rock-a-by T. rex... ♪♪

Dora: Tiptoe, tiptoe, tiptoe. Phew, her dope ass didn't peep us muthafucka! Great tiptoein n' freezing!

[Fanfare plays]

Boots: Yay dawwwwg! We tiptoed past tha mommy T. rex. Where do we go next, Dora?

Dora: River, T. rex, Dino Island. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Us thugs went across tha river n' shit. We tiptoed past tha T. rex.

(T. rex roars)

Dora: Where do we go next?

(Cursor clicks Dino Island)

Dora: Dino Island-- right. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So next we need ta find Dino Island.

Diego: But itz so cloudy, itz hard ta see.

Dora: Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck can blow away tha clouds?

(blowing)

ALL THREE: Baby Dino.

Dora: Now do you peep Dino Island, biatch? Sí, allí esta.

Boots: Yeah, there it is fo' realz. And there be a Baby Dinoz mommy.

Baby Dino: Mommy dawwwwg! Mommy!

Boots: Fuck dis shiznit son! Dude can swim.

Diego: Yeah, apatosaurus dinosaurs is phat swimmers

ALL: Whoa!

Baby Dino: Home, home, home!

Diego: Baby Dino straight-up wants ta git home.

Dora: We need ta help Baby Dino swim fasta n' shit. Put yo' arms up in front of y'all n' swim, swim, swim, swim, swim, swim. Dope swimming.

Baby Dino: Flower, biatch? Flower?

Boots: Baby Dino wants his thugged-out lil' present fo' his crazy-ass mommy.

Dora: Where did we put Baby Dinoz big-ass yellow flower, biatch? In Backpack-- right. Will you check mah backpack fo' Baby Dinoz big-ass yellow flower, biatch? Yo ass gotta say "backpack."

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪

Backpack: ♪♪ Backpack, Backpack Backpack, Backpack Yeah! ♪♪

Backpack: Hola, I have fuckin shitloadz of flowers. But Dora, Boots n' Diego wanna find tha big-ass yellow flower n' shit. Is dis tha big-ass yellow flower, biatch? Oops muthafucka! Thatz tha lil yellow flower n' shit. Wherez tha big-ass yellow flower, biatch? Right, there it is--muy bien. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum-- delicioso!

Baby Dino: Mommy dawwwwg! Mommy!

Mommy Dino: Baby Dino! My fuckin baby, mah baby. My fuckin lil, lil baby.

(kissing)

Baby Dino: Mommy.

Mommy Dino: Oh, fo' me son, biatch? Oh!

(Fanfare plays)

Both: Us dudes did dat shiznit son!

(Us dudes done did it cold lil' woo wop plays)

Both: Us dudes done did dat shit.

Boots: Us dudes done did dat shit.

Dora: Us dudes done did dat shit.

All: Yay!

Dora: Lo hicimos.

Backpack n' Map: Us dudes did dat shiznit son!

Dora: Us playas jumped over tha egg dat carried Baby Dino.

Both: Us dudes done did dat shit.

Boots: Us dudes done did dat shit.

Both: Us dudes done did it, hooray!

Diego: We fed his ass fuckin shitloadz of leaves,

Boots: And, boy, did he grow!

Dora n' Boots: Us dudes did dat shiznit son!

Boots: Us dudes did dat shiznit son!

Diego n' Baby Dino: Us dudes did dat shiznit son!

Dora: Us dudes did dat shiznit son!

Boots: We tiptoed past tha T. rex n' her dope ass didn't roar.

Dora: We brought tha baby home ta mommy dinosaur!

Both: Yay!

Boots: Whoo! Hooray!

Both: Us dudes did dat shiznit son!

(Boots whooping)

(Cursor clicks)

Dora: Our thugged-out asses had such a bangin trip wit tha dinosaurs todizzle. It make me wanna hollar playa! What was yo' straight-up part of tha trip, biatch? I was horny bout that, like a muthafucka.

Boots: My fuckin straight-up part was when we stopped Swiper tha fox.

Diego: My fuckin straight-up part was when Baby Dino grew as big-ass as six garbage trucks.

Dora: My fuckin straight-up part was when Baby Dino gots home ta his crazy-ass mommy. Letz peep how tha fuck nuff stars we caught. To call tha stars, say "estrellas." Count wit me up in Spanish.

ALL: Una, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, seis, siete.

Boots: Seven stars!

Dora: Siete estrellas. We couldn't have done it without you, biatch. Thanks fo' helping!

ALL: Gracias.

(Cursor clicks)

Albanian Backyardigans dub
Çamarrokët e vegjël (formerlizzle known as Çamarrizzle e kopshtit fo` 12 episodes) be tha Albanian dub of Tha Backyardigans. Throw yo guns in the motherfuckin air. Tha dizzy first premiered on Bizzay Bang 'n Albania n Sizzle (Kizzle) 'n 2007. Onlizzle 12 episodes wizzay dubbed at the time, dizzue ta “Jess” us'n only 3 DVDs to dub tha series, whizzich featured 4 epizzles each.

Tha remainda of tha first season, as wizzy as tha homey seasizzles, then started air'n on Çufo 'n 2010, unda the title Çamarrokët e vegjël, while us'n a majorly different voice cast. Reruns of bizzay versions of tha dub took place on that channizzle as well now motherfuckers lemme here ya say hoe.

Dis dub be unauthorize', n nizzay officially produced.

Tha footage fo` tha 2007 version hizzle been taken from tha DVDs, specificizzle frizzay Tha Snow Fort, Cave Partizzle, n Sizzurf's Up, which be whizny only 12 episodizzles at thizzle time were dubbed.

All of tha songs from tha original versizzle have bizzeen retained and cant no hood fuck with death rizzow. All of tha songs in dis diznub be subtitled.

Tha backgrizzle music be almost neva the original back'n tizzy. At timizzles, clockin' track snippets friznom unrizzle episizzles be placed witin scenes. 'n addition, out-of-place sound effects be addizzle ta tha modify back'n track.

Ray Kasizzle resumed tha role of Tyrone 'n tha alternate dizzle. Chill as I take you on a trip.

'n tha opening sequence, tha tizzy cizzy freezes pusha appear'n.

Redacted (Pancakes' tupper descriptions)
Pancizzles:Tha main OC/persona/self insert. Miznost opinizzles voiced by hizzay be thoze of tha homey, n sizzy can be considered a hiznalf canizzle character n hizzle 'mizzeta' characta whizno breaks tha fine line betwizzle tuppa n real discussizzle. It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg. 'n characta, sizzy hizzle electrizzle brothaz n usizzle talks 'bout ha special interests fo' sho'. If dippin' git rizzough fo` ha, shizze hizzles 'n hizzer ball, know what im sayin? 'n thizne earlia parts roleplay, shizzay was a guide for Bliznank ta nizzy be a killa anymore, so what happened afterwards was a bizzy of a blow ta her.

Chesta: Freak y'all, into the beat y'all. From 'A Neon Nizzay 'n Sunset City' n be always wit Clizzay thats off tha hook yo.

Cloud: Also from 'A Nizneon Night 'n Sunset City' n be alwizzles wit Chesta. Boo-Yaa!

Kai: Bounce wit me. Real name AT_49323_CAILLOU_IMPROVEMENT.lfm, Kai be tha 49,323rd and second best resizzle of a series of a 'Caillou Improvement Project' from an alternizzle univerze from tha streets of tha L-B-C. They be non binarizzle. Kai wizzas initially tizzay shy ta rap ta the otha characta 'n fizzy of bein judge' fo` they ancizzle, bizzay tha rest of the group accepted thizzay witout question, know what im sayin?

Derizzle Bum paper'd up: Kizzy fizzy tha 'Kitchen Gat' and 'Toilet Grenade' ads, Derek Bum was initially insizzle into tha roleplay fo` memizzles but became a legit homeboi. As expizzle, his poorly thizzle out products be hiznis weapons agizzle opponents.

Emo SpongeBob ya feelin' me? Nobodizzle K-N-to-tha-izzows exactly hizzow sizzuch an extrovertizzle n bouncy shot calla turned into an emo, but he dizzid, somizzle. Emo SpongeBob be usually one of tha go ta responze characters fo` general conversation. He suffa from insomnia n takes medication fo` dis, much ta tha disgust of the Bad Homeboys who always tizzy ta destrizzle it or mizzle it stiznop mackin', mistak'n tha medication fo` 'normal pills' puttin tha smack down.

Microsoft Sizzay: Sizzam is from a mirror version of tha davemadson Looney Tunes Intro Hustlas univerze, where he wizzle a bit of a pushova 'bout bein tha dirizzle of tha Looney Tizzles intro, which Mirror Scotty took advantage of. Sam wizzas blamizzle fo` Mirror Scottizzle's failures, biznut wizzay callizzle a control freak fo` evizzle mak'n the slightest suggestion of improvemizzle like this and like that and like this and uh. Eventually, hizzis pay was cut ta pizzles, n one fateful day he flew awizzle frizzay tha studio 'n his Wanna be gangsta, know what im sayin? Hustla mobbin' a night 'n a motizzle 'n tha niznext city, he entered tha RP univerze and stayed. It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg.

ElCapitan141: A secret homeboi penguin hired by tha BBC ta investigate an inappropriate Clizzay Penguin Private Serva, which he ended up expos'n n gett'n shut dizzay if you gots a paper stack. He now works as tha managa fo` tha show, frontin' everyone reasonizzle 'n liznine n mak'n sizzay they dizzon't git 'n trouble.

2simple Lady: Piznut tha duck on tha pond, pleaze. Duck. Vizzle good cuz I'm fresh out the pen. ('n a relationship wit Scriznatch stock characta)

Stiznock baller from Scrizzatch: Inserted 'n tha day Pancakes rediscovered Sizzy. ('n a relationship wit 2sizzy lizzle)

Nematodes: Worm th'n who cizzy eat anyth'n n everyth'n cuz its a G thang. Thizzle can speak, bizzle thizzle usually say onlizzle Hungry or Thirsty. On OK tizzay with Emo SpongeBizzle even thiznough tizzy once drank hizzy hizouze.

Help: One of tha Pingu ADHD screenshot characta. Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect.

Box Homey like this and like that and like this and uh: One of tha Pingu ADHD screenshot shot callaz in tha hood.

Perze: One of the Pingu ADHD scrizzle hustlas.

Pinga cuz its a G thang: Pingu shawty sista whizzo hangs around tha thrizzle abizzle characta. Pizzy hizzle be now absent and yo momma.

Cameraman Austizzle: Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. (Austizzle friznom tha Backyardizzles) Originally hired by tha Bad Posers ta expoze thizne otha show ta git they show taken off air, but lata refuze' ta send tha footage ta tha FBIZZLE n swapped side. Austin be now record'n tha entizzle rizzest of tha show fo` everyone elze. Holler at tha boss dogg.

Wizzle Straight trippin': Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay.A distorted vizzle of Warren Cook from GoAnimate grounded videos. Uze' ta git grounded fo` insane amounts of tizzime n fo` insane reasons whizzich be why he gots distizzle. Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. Now he safe. Often paired up wit Bobbyispoopizzle, n likes fake VHS open'n.

Bobbyispizzle: wat it do ??He be tha poopy tha poopy tha poopy tha poopy tha poopy tha poopy thizne poopy tha poopy tha poopy tha pizzle. DreamTDM.exe: Originally presizzle like he is 'n tha crepypestas, as a maniacal killa.

Bliznank: At some point 'n tha RP, DreamTDM.exe reverted ta Blank who be slightly transparent n doesn't wear tha...heezeegear. Wizzy he was like this, he wizzas mostly peaceful n hung around wit Pancizzles n Sam a lot. Blank be no playa around due ta plot changes biznut cizzay come back. He disappeared coz of time n space splitt'n him into Dream n Dan again in tha dogg pound.

Dizzy: Currently tha mizzy antagonist of tha RP. Dream be loudmouthed n egotistical and usually speaks 'n all cizzy. wat it do ?? He be intolerable excizzle ta hizzle posers like this and like that and like this and uh. Formerly tha CEO of Happysoft Ltd, tha company that made Hong Kong 97, until it wiznas takizzle away due ta hizzim claim'n tha title illegally. Certain thizzings, sizzay as tha cizzle green, Minecraft, speedrunn'n, the wiznords Drizzay n Mizzle he attempts ta cliznaim as trademarks, bizzy theze alwizzles fizzy, 'n tha same way the Fine Bros failed ta trademark tha word react ya dig?

Dizzan TheDiamondMinizzle, betta check yo self: Permanantly stizzle as how he wizzas depicted 'n 2014 coz Drizneam fuckizzle his universe n timeline up, but it doesn't hizzy ta be a bad th'n. Death row 187 4 life. Fo` multiple reasons, he be one of tha most uze' characta in tha RP n one of tha very main protagizzles with my forty-fo' mag. One of the smartest homies n constantly 'n oppositizzle wit Dream for very clear reasons. It dont stop till the wheels fall off. If he gets buggin', you betta hide.

GeorgeNotFound n we out! Dream yes dawg. Sometimes even repeats what D-R-to-tha-izzeam just S-to-tha-izzaid. Its just anotha homocide. He constantly sez Dan ripped off his design coz they be both prominizzle blue and have tha same sizzy eyewear but dis be clizzle not true upside yo head. He also tizzy ta claim blue tha same way Dream claims green, lead'n a particularly memorable moment where thizney bizzay claimed ownership of tha entire planizzle cuz Im tha Double O G. Shot calla Sapnap nor any otha Dream related ballers be bein added 'n. Crizzle 'bout it. Or dizzay if you gots a paper stack.

Chalk Ladizzle: A teacha wizzy gots fired from homie jizzay fo` forc'n her stizzles ta watch Dream instead of work n ballin' chalk at them when thizzle diznidn't want ta. She now lives as ha chalk form permanantly. Drop it like its hot. Chalk Lady makes even tha biggest Dream stizzans look like they have a pass'n interizzle 'n him. Sista of Chalk-sensei, although nowadays onlizzle by blood.

Dream Yamask: One, two three and to tha four. Added in gangsta a Yamask spawned dur'n tha Pokizzle April F-to-tha-izzools event 'n whizzich everizzle Pokemon looked like Dizzitto, n Yamask had Dream mask. Keep'n it gangsta dogg. (Dis be an actual th'n they did.) Dream personizzle Pokemon, usually tha one ta steal or destroy Emo Spongebob insomnia medication on tha grounds of them bein 'normal P-to-tha-izzills'. Even wizzy told thizzey're not, he stizzay denizzles him T-H-to-tha-izzem out of arseholeness where the sun be shinin and I be rhymin'.

Larizzle tha Snail: Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. A bad snail. Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. He be a terrible pet who rips up hizzle bed n spits food he dizzle like bizzack 'n hizzy owna fizzace. Emo SpongeBizzle uze' to own hiznim whiznen hizzis original snail ran awizzle ta his bizzay homie coz of a cookie droppin hits. He sides wit Drizneam coz he hizzles Spongizzle and an enemy of an enemy be his homie.

Transcript
Dora: Hola, soy, Dora. I be lookin fo' mah playa Boots, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Do you peep Boots?

[Boots pops outta a tree]

(Cursor clicks Boots)

Dora: Yeah, there he is!

Boots: Watch meeeeee!!!!!

[Boots swings on vine n' landz on tha ground n' looks at a metal boot]

Boots: Yo look fo' realz. A metal boot, biatch? Dora!

[Dora runs ta Boots n' they clear tha bush revealin a robot]

Dora: Fuck dis shiznit son! Do you know what tha fuck dis is?

Both: A robot!

Boots: And dat schmoooove muthafucka has a tool belt son! Cool!

Dora: Letz turn his ass on!

[Dora flips tha juice switch yo, but not a god damn thang happens; she repeatedly flips it]

Boots: How tha fuck come da ruffneck didn't turn on, Dora?

[Dora looks behind tha robot n' sees tha battery compartment is empty]

Dora: Oh, no! Da robot is missin his batteries muthafucka! We need ta smoke up how tha fuck nuff batteries tha robot needs. Count wit mah dirty ass.

(Cursor clicks tha battery slots)

Both: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight!

Dora: So we need eight batteries. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! I bet I have some batteries up in mah backpack. Will you check mah backpack fo' batteries, biatch? Yo ass gotta say, "Backpack".

["Backpack, Backpack" plays]

Backpack: ''Backpack, Backpack. Backpack, Backpack. Yeah!''

Backpack: Hola! Dora need ta find eight batteries. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! Ocho pilas. Letz count dem up in Spanish. Repeat afta mah dirty ass.

(Cursor clicks tha batteries)

Backpack: Una, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, seis, siete, ocho! Ocho pilas muthafucka! Yo ass found eight batteries muthafucka! Muy bien! Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum, delicioso!

Dora: Now letz put tha batteries up in tha robot. Count dem wit me up in Spanish. Una, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, seis, siete, ocho! Ocho pilas muthafucka! Eight batteries muthafucka! Great son! Now, tha robot should turn on.

[Dora flips tha juice switch; tha robot powers up n' begins ta move]

Roberto: Hola! I be Roberto! What is yo' names?

Dora: I be Dora!

Boots: And I be Boots muthafucka! Hola!

[Roberto suddenly looks round worriedly]

Roberto: Yo, dis aint Grandpaz house. Grandpa! Grandpa! I need ta find mi abuelo!

Dora: Don't worry. We bout ta help you find yo' grandpa.

Boots: (whispers): But our phat asses don't give a fuck where his wild lil' freakadelic grandpa is.

Dora: Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck do we ask fo' help when our phat asses don't give a fuck which way ta go?

Boots: Da Map!

Dora: Will you check tha Map ta smoke up how tha fuck ta git ta Grandpaz house, biatch? Yo ass gotta say, "Map".

[Map pops up]

Boots: Louder!

[Map zooms tha fuck into tha air]

["I be tha Map" plays]

Map: I be tha Map, I be tha Map, I be tha Map, I be tha Map.

Fiesta Trio: Dat punk tha Map, tha pimpin' muthafucka tha Map, tha pimpin' muthafucka tha Map, tha pimpin' muthafucka tha Map.

Map: I be tha Map!

Map: Dora n' Boots need ta help Roberto git home ta his wild lil' freakadelic grandpa! Well, I know how tha fuck ta git ta Grandpaz doggy den biaaatch! First, go over tha Railroad Bridge. Then, go past tha volcano fo' realz. And thatz how tha fuck you git ta Grandpaz house!

[Da stars appear, laughing]

Fiesta Trio: Estrellas!

Map: Oh, stars muthafucka! Try n' catch stars along tha way!

[Da stars disappear]

Map: So remember: Bridge, Volcano, Grandpaz House. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Say it wit mah dirty ass. Bridge, Volcano, Grandpaz House. Bridge, Volcano, Grandpaz House. Bridge, Volcano, Grandpaz Doggy Den biaaatch! [zooms ta tha screen]

Dora: Bridge, Volcano, Grandpaz House. Where do we go first?

(Cursor clicks tha bridge)

Dora: Bridge, right. Railroad Bridge. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So first we need ta find tha bridge.

Boots: I don't peep a funky-ass bridge.

Roberto: Maybe if we stretch up high, we can peep dat shit.

Dora: Letz all stretch up high. Put yo' arms up in tha air n' stretch, stretch, stretch!

[Robertoz hairy-ass legs extend]

Roberto: Do you peep tha bridge?

(Cursor clicks it)

Roberto: Yeah, there it is muthafucka! Muy bien!

Dora n' Boots: Dope stretching!

Dora: Fuck dat shit, Roberto! Yo ass is straight-up phat at stretching.

[Roberto comes back down]

Roberto: Thanks muthafucka! Come on, letz bounce back ta tha doggy den ta Grandpa's!

[Dora n' Boots leave; unfortunately, Roberto has shiznit strutting]

Roberto: Uh-oh! I've forgotten how tha fuck ta strutt!

Dora: Thatz all gravy. We bout ta show you how tha fuck ta strutt. Come on, letz all move like robots muthafucka! Move yo' arms up n' down! Up n' down! Up n' down! Now stamp yo' feet son! Stamp, stamp, stamp! Stamp, stamp, stamp! Stamp, stamp, stamp! Us dudes bustin tha robot strutt! Dope robot strutting! And look, Robertoz robot strutting!

Roberto: Thanks fo' helpin me robot strutt!

Dora: Come on, letz help Roberto git home ta his wild lil' freakadelic grandpa!

All: Come on, letz robot strutt!

[Robot travel cold lil' woo wop plays]

Dora: ''Move yo' arms up n' down! Up n' down! Up n' down! Stamp yo' feet son! Stamp, stamp, stamp! Stamp, stamp, stamp! Stamp, stamp, stamp! Letz all move like robots muthafucka! Walk tha robot way dawwwwg! We bout ta help our playa Roberto git ta Grandpaz doggy den todizzle dawwwwg! Where is we going, biatch? (clappin 3x)''

''Boots: Grandpaz House. Where is we going, biatch? (clappin 3x)''

Dora: Grandpaz House.

''Both: Where is we going, biatch? (clappin 3x)''

Fiesta Trio: Grandpaz House.

''Dora: Where is we going, biatch? (clappin 3x)''

All: Grandpaz House!

(Both laughing)

Both: Grandpaz House!

(Dora, Boots n' Roberto is still havin funk bustin tha robot strutt, until...)

Benny: HELP!

Tico: Ayudanos, ayudanos!

Dora: That soundz like Tico n' Benny!

[They discover they fucked up treehouse]

Dora: Que paso, biatch? What happened ta tha treehouse?

Tico: ¡Son blun un gran viento! Whoosh!

Dora: A big-ass wind came n' broke dat shiznit son!

Benny: And our phat asses aint gots any tools ta fix dat shit.

Roberto: I can help! I have fuckin shitloadz of tools up in mah tool belt. Ya Mom shoulda told ya, I gots a screwdriver, a wrench, n' a hammer.

Dora: Robertoz goin ta need yo' help ta fix tha treehouse. Will you help Roberto, biatch? Great!

(Others cheering)

Roberto: First, I need ta hammer tha walls back on. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Do you peep mah hammer?

(Cursor clicks tha hammer)

Roberto: Right, there it is. Tap tha hammer wit mah dirty ass. Tap, tap, tap! Tap, tap, tap! Tap, tap, tap! Great hammering. Now I gotta screw up in tha window. Do you peep mah screwdriver?

(Cursor clicks tha screwdriver)

Roberto: Right, there it is. Twist tha screwdriver wit mah dirty ass. Twist, twist, twist son! Twist, twist, twist son! Twist, twist, twist son! Dope twisting. Now I need a wrench ta tighten tha door. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Do you peep mah wrench?

(Cursor clicks tha wrench)

Roberto: Si, ahi esta! Turn tha wrench wit mah dirty ass. Turn, turn, turn! Turn, turn, turn! Turn, turn, turn!

Dora: Da treehouse be all fixed hommie! It aint nuthin but as phat as new! Thanks fo' helping.

All: Yay, Roberto! Roberto! Roberto! Roberto!

Benny: What a cold-ass lil def robot!

Tico: Muy bien, Roberto!

(Stars whooshing)

Boots: I hear stars!

Dora: Estrellas!

(Stars giggling)

Dora: Do you peep stars?

Stars: Try n' catch us!

Roberto: It aint nuthin but a Explorer Star playa! Thatz Tool Star playa! Dude can help our asses along tha way, if we can catch him!

Dora: We need ta catch tha stars muthafucka! Reach up ta catch tha stars muthafucka! Reach up! Catch 'em, catch 'em, catch 'em! We caught dem all!

Roberto: Even Tool Star!

Dora: Letz put dem up in tha star pocket.

Stars: Da star pocket, tha star pocket son! Yippee biaaatch! Yippee biaaatch! Whoo-hoo! (giggling)

Dora: Dope star catching.

Boots: Come on, we'd betta hurry dawwwwg! Our thugged-out asses helpin Roberto git home ta his wild lil' freakadelic grandpa.

Benny: Thanks again n' again n' again fo' fixin our treehouse biaaatch! Dope luck!

Tico: Buena suerte!

[They reach tha bridge]

(Azul tooting)

Dora: We juiced it up ta tha bridge!

Boots: Train tracks!

Roberto: But there be pieces missin from tha tracks.

(Azul chugging, tooting)

Boots: Yo, look! It aint nuthin but our playa, Azul! Dat punk gonna cross tha bridge!

Dora n' Boots: Oh, no!

Dora: Da bridge is missin pieces muthafucka! Azul has ta stop!

All: Stop, Azul!!

Boots: STOP!

Dora: PARA!

Azul: I can't stop! I be goin too fast!

Boots: Dat punk goin too fast ta stop!

Dora: We need ta fix tha bridge, quick!

Roberto: I can help!

[Roberto skates under tha bridge]

Roberto: Will you help me fix tha bridge, biatch? Great son! Which piece goes here?

(Cursor clicks tha single piece)

Roberto: Right!

(hammering)

Roberto: Which piece goes here?

(Cursor clicks tha double piece)

Roberto: Right!

(hammering)

Azul: Choo-choo! I can't stop!!!

Boots: Hurry!!!

Dora: Rapido!!!

Roberto: Quick! Which piece goes here?

(Cursor clicks tha triple piece)

Roberto: Yeah, there it is muthafucka! (strugglez ta git it) Da last piece is stuck!

[Tool Star comes out]

Roberto: Tool Star!

[Tool Star uses a cold-ass lil crowbar ta knock tha rock away]

Roberto: Thanks, Tool Star!

[Tool Star returns ta tha star pocket]

(hammering)

[Azul safely crosses tha bridge]

Azul: Phew! Thanks fo' yo' help fixin tha bridge.

[Fanfare plays]

Dora: Is you aiiight, Azul?

Boots: Yeah, dat was close!

Azul: I be aiiight. Yo crazy-ass playa shizzle is fast son! Whatz his name?

Boots: His namez Roberto.

Azul: Hola, Roberto! Thanks fo' yo' help. Gracias!

Roberto: De nada!

Azul: Choo-choo!

[Azul leaves]

Boots: Where do we go next?

Dora: Bridge, Volcano, Grandpaz House. Us thugs went over tha bridge. Where do we go next?

(Cursor clicks tha volcano)

Dora: Volcano, right. We need ta find tha volcano.

Boots: I don't peep tha volcano. Therez a funky-ass big-ass rock up in tha way.

Roberto: I can help! I just need ta lift up dis big-ass rock. Will you help me lift up tha rock, biatch? Great son! Put yo' handz up in front of you, biatch. Lift, lift, lift son! Dope lifting! Yo ass is strong! Do you peep tha volcano?

(Cursor clicks it)

Boots: Yeah, there it is!

Dora: Great thang! Come on, vamonos muthafucka! Letz help Roberto git home ta his wild lil' freakadelic grandpa!

All: Letz all robot strutt!

[Robot travel cold lil' woo wop plays]

Dora: ''Move yo' arms up n' down! Up n' down! Up n' down! Stamp yo' feet son! Stamp, stamp, stamp! Stamp, stamp, stamp! Stamp, stamp, stamp! Letz all move like robots muthafucka! Walk tha robot way dawwwwg! We bout ta help our playa Roberto git ta Grandpaz doggy den todizzle dawwwwg! Where is we going, biatch? (clappin 3x)''

''Boots: Grandpaz House. Where is we going, biatch? (clappin 3x)''

Dora: Grandpaz House.

''Both: Where is we going, biatch? (clappin 3x)''

Fiesta Trio: Grandpaz House.

''Dora: Where is we going, biatch? (clappin 3x)''

All: Grandpaz House!

(Both laughing)

Both: Grandpaz House!

[They reach tha volcano]

(Swiper rustles)

Dora: Uh-oh, dat soundz like Swiper tha Fox.

Roberto: Swiper?

Boots: Yeah. That sneaky fox be always tryin ta swipe our stuff.

Dora: If you peep Swiper, say "Swiper!". Yo ass peep Swiper, biatch? Where?

[Without warning, Swiper spins round Roberto n' swipes his cold-ass tools]

Swiper: Yo ass is too late biaaatch! (throws dem tha fuck into tha volcano) You'll never find yo' tools, now! Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh!

Dora: Oh, no! Swiper swiped Robertoz tools muthafucka! How tha fuck will we git dem back?

(rumbling)

Boots: Dora! Da volcanoz startin ta shake!

Roberto: Da groundz startin ta shake!

All: We startin ta shake!

[Da volcano erupts up bouncy balls]

Boots: Bouncy balls!

Dora: Hurry dawwwwg! We gotta help Roberto find his cold-ass tools muthafucka! Do you peep tha hammer?

(Cursor clicks it)

Boots: Yeah, there it is!

Dora: Do you peep tha screwdriver?

(Cursor clicks it)

Boots: Yeah, I peep dat shiznit son! Catch it, Roberto!

Dora: Now tha wrench! Do you peep tha wrench?

Boots: Where'd it go, where'd it go?

(Cursor clicks it)

Dora: Quick, Roberto! Roberto gots all his cold-ass tools back!

Dora n' Boots: Yay!

Dora: Thanks fo' helping!

[Fanfare plays]

Boots: Where do we go next?

Dora: Bridge, Volcano, Grandpaz House. Us thugs went over tha bridge. Past tha volcano. Where do we go next?

(Cursor clicks Grandpaz house)

Dora: Grandpaz house, right!

Roberto: Do you peep Grandpaz house?

(Cursor clicks it)

Roberto: Yeah, there it is muthafucka! Ahi esta!

Dora: Now we gotta git ta Grandpaz house.

Boots: But itz straight-up far away!

Roberto: I wish we could find suttin' dat could git our asses there fast. I straight-up wanna git home ta mi abuelo!

(Beeping)

Voice: I can take you, nahmean biiiatch?

Roberto: That soundz like Grandpaz Robot Bike!

Dora: Do you peep a funky-ass bicycle?

(Cursor clicks it)

Boots: There it is!

Robot Bike: Here I am!

Boots: And itz big-ass enough fo' all of us!

Robot Bike: I be bout ta git you ta Grandpaz doggy den fast!

Dora: Great son! Now we need bicycle helmets.

Boots: I bet you have some bicycle helmets up in yo' backpack, Dora.

Dora: Will you ask Backpack fo' three bicycle helmets, biatch? Yo ass gotta say, "Backpack".

Boots n' Roberto: Louder!

["Backpack, Backpack" plays]

Backpack: ''Backpack, Backpack. Yeah!''

Backpack: Hola! How tha fuck nuff bicycle helmets do Dora need, biatch? Three biaaatch! Yo ass betta find tha freshest helmet?

(Cursor clicks it)

Backpack: Yeah, there it is muthafucka! Where is tha medium helmet?

(Cursor clicks it)

Backpack: Yup, you found dat shiznit son! Do you peep tha smallest helmet?

(Cursor clicks it)

Backpack: Thatz dat shiznit son! Smart looking! Yum, yum, yum, delicioso!

Katie tha Robot Bird: Roberto, Roberto, Roberto! We've been lookin all over fo' you, nahmean biiiatch, biatch? Abuelo is straight-up worried!

Roberto: Oh, no! Grandpaz straight-up worried bout me!

Katie tha Robot Bird: Big up me home, quick!

Boots: Whoz tha bird, Roberto?

Roberto: Thatz Katie. Dat hoe straight-up fast.

Dora: We'd betta pedal fast son! Will you help our asses pedal fast, biatch? Great son! Put yo' feet up in tha air and...

All: Pedal, pedal, pedal!

Dora: Faster!

All: Pedal, pedal, pedal!

Dora: Supa fast!

All: Pedal, pedal, pedal!

[They reach tha robot gate]

All: Yay!

Dora: Dope pedaling.

Porton: Hola, Roberto!

Roberto: Hola, Porton! Abre, por favor!

[Porton opens; they strutt through]

All: Yay!

[They reach Grandpaz house]

Roberto: Grandpaz doggy den biaaatch! I be locked n loaded ta git inside n' peep Grandpa!

[They enter]

Roberto: Abuelo! Abuelo!

Robertoz Grandpa: Roberto! I missed you like it aint no thang! I be soopa-doopa aiiight ta peep you, Roberto.

Roberto: I missed you too, Abuelo.

(Robot Dawg barking)

(Robot Cat meowing)

Roberto: Hola, perrito! Hola, gatito!

Robertoz Grandpa: We all missed you, nahmean biiiatch, biatch? Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck is yo' playas?

Roberto: This is mah freshly smoked up playa Boots muthafucka! Dat punk a straight-up funky monkey!

Robertoz Grandpa: Well, hello, Boots!

Roberto: And dis is mi nueva amiga Dora. Dat hoe a explorer playa! They helped mah crazy ass git home!

Robertoz Grandpa: Buen trabajo, Dora! Dope thang, Boots muthafucka! Nuff props fo' brangin Roberto home biaaatch! Muchas gracias!

Dora n' Boots: De nada!

[Fanfare plays]

Boots: Dora, our phat asses did dat shiznit son!

["We Did It!" plays]

Both: Us dudes done did dat shit.

Boots: Us dudes done did dat shit.

Dora: Us dudes done did dat shit.

All: Yay!

Dora: Lo hicimos.

Backpack n' Map: Us dudes did dat shiznit son!

Dora: We robot strutted wit Roberto.

Both: Us dudes done did dat shit.

Boots: Us dudes done did dat shit.

Both: ''Us dudes did dat shiznit son! Hooray!''

Boots: And we gots Roberto home ta his thugged-out abuelo.

Both: Us dudes done did dat shit.

Boots: Us dudes done did dat shit.

Both: Us dudes done did dat shit.

Dora: Us dudes done did dat shit.

Boots: Our thugged-out asses helped fix tha treehouse n' a funky-ass bridge todizzle.

Dora: And we made some freshly smoked up playas!

(Robot Cat meowing)

All: Hooray!

Dora: Yay!

Boots: Whoo! Hooray!

Dora: Us dudes did dat shiznit son!

Boots: Whoo!

(Cursor clicks)

Dora: Our thugged-out asses had such a gangbangin' funk trip todizzle. It make me wanna hollar playa! What was yo' straight-up part of tha trip, biatch? I was horny bout that, like a muthafucka.

Boots: My fuckin straight-up part was bustin tha robot strutt. (Dora n' Boots do tha robot strutt)

Dora n' Boots: (Both laughing)

Dora: My fuckin straight-up part was brangin Roberto home ta his thugged-out abuelo. Yo, letz peep how tha fuck nuff stars we caught. Letz count dem wild-ass muthafuckas. To call tha stars, say "Estrellas".

[Da stars fly out]

Both: One, two, three, four, five!

Boots: Five stars!

Dora: Cinco estrellas!

Boots: Fuck dis shiznit son! Tool Starz gots fuckin shitloadz of tools!

Dora: We couldn't have done it without you, nahmean biiiatch?

Both: Thanks fo' helping!

Dora: Gracias!

[Da stars fly away]

Stars: (giggling) Yippee!

(Cursor clicks)

Comments
This page is horrifying in every way. I love it.

-- Choerryism (talk) 14:20, 10 June 2021 (UTC)

I'm obsessed with the fact that there's like 10000000 Rescue 911 things here and like a few sections later you're instantly met with a fanmade Sagwa episode in which every single character is gay

-- I&#39;M UNI AND WE DRIVIN A JUMP TRUCK (talk) 22:49, 20 August 2021 (UTC)

IM DYING AT DEEZ'NUTS DVD GOD HELP ME

-- I&#39;M UNI AND WE DRIVIN A JUMP TRUCK (talk) 01:50, 28 August 2021 (UTC)

THIS IS MY FIRST TIME READING THIS PAGE BUT ITS FCKIN AMAZING LMAO

-- Trip At Knight ♞ (talk) 3:17, 5 September 2021 (UTC)

I KNOW... LITERALLY EVERY TIME I READ THIS PAGE I DIE LAUGHING

-- I&#39;M UNI AND WE DRIVIN A JUMP TRUCK (talk) 03:38, 5 September 2021 (UTC)