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>6:00pm\Inside a glumly town in Alabama<
*Memo and MandaTare stand outside their broken down car*
Mandy: This cockfaced car will not go unpunished.
Memo: Pfft, we’ll give it a pair of Firestones later. Hmm, I guess there’s nothing to do now but try to find a phone.
Mandy: Say, why don’t we try that big old house on the hill? *points at grim house*
Memo: Um, because we are neither incredibly stupid nor traveling with Scooby-Doo. Come on I saw a normal house a little back down the street so start walking.
Mandy: *starts pacing forward* Doesn’t this town seem a little creepy to you Memo? You know with these zombies everywhere and everything.
*zombie rolls passed like tumbleweed*
Memo: …………um… that’s how it is in the south. Ever seen those documentaries with the aliens?
Mandy: Sure. Just asking because this one to my left is sort of biting my arm and getting dead guy stuff all over my clothes.
*zombie has enough and walks away*
Memo: Happy? Now lets move on.
Mandy: THERE!*points*
Memo: What? This house? With the lawn gnomes.
Mandy: NOW we’re cooking! Lawn gnomes, a mark of mental stability!
Memo: Fine. Just hang back Mandy. I’ll do the talking.
“KNOCK”
“KNOCK”
Memo: I got me some people skills.
*door opens*
Memo: Hello there, I’m….
Gerrid: YARG!!!!!!!! *punches Memo to the ground then beats him savagely*
“POW”
“WHACK”
“POW”
Memo: Aigh! Ow! STOP!
Gerrid: *pant*….*wheeze*
Mandy: Good work brother, you’ve plumb tuckered him out! Excuse me sir, may we use your phone?
Memo: Ow…
Gerrid: ….Huh? You aren’t….a demon…
Mandy: Um…no we’re not. Does that mean we can use your phone?
Gerrid: Uh, sure thing. Sorry about that you there, I’m a little on the edge lately.
Memo: Hey, happens all the time. I’m Memo and that’s my brother MandaTare.
Gerrid: I’m gerrid. Why are you guys here anyway? You do know about the mummy right.
Mandy: Mummy?
Gerrid: What!? You don’t know about AfroJoe! It happened a couple of days ago. There was once a disco loving hippy back in the 70s. Everyone back then was a big stupid mong so they decided to mummify him…..DEMONS……well that’s the story.
Mandy: And where’s that phone then?
Gerrid: I’ve been kinda frazzled lately. My girl left me last week. She said she’s tired of my “demon business”. She’s all like “I can’t take any more of this about demons and mummies and all those naked pictures of them you have on your walls. It’s over”.
Mandy: Well I’m so sorry to hear that……where’s the phone?
Gerrid: Personality over quality that’s what you got baby! YOU are the weak one, not ME! I don’t need YOU!
Mandy: Is it down the hall? It’s down the hall isn’t it?
Gerrid: *sob* Lisa….
Memo: You want us to come back later maybe?
Gerrid: Come home, baby!! I got you a waffle iron! LISAAAaaaa!!!
Memo: Errrr! Grab a weapon Mandy! We have got to go to that haunted mummy house and take down that stupid mummy for this guy’s sake!
Mandy: I call the axe in the car!
Memo: Isn’t that the axe I lent you last winter?!
Mandy: No, go away.
Scene 2:
>Outside the Haunted Museum<
Mandy: Are we actually going through with this?
Memo: *spins lead pipe* Sure, why not? *walks in*
“EEEEEee”
“EEEEEee”
“EEEEEee”
*a demon walks slowly toward Memo and Mandy*
Mandy: When the hell did mummies learn how to use an alarm system!?
Memo: *smacks demon with pipe* Muah! Eat Justice!!!………Oh, and lead……eat that too!!!!
Rival: Oh…Uh…thanks you two. I thought I was a goner there.
Mandy: And who exactly are you?
Rival: Uh…my name is Rival. My dad is the disco mummy you guys seem to be after.
Memo: No wonder your so friggin old.
Rival: Hey don’t make me…
Memo: Sit down old man we don’t want you to break anything.
Mandy: Rival, what’s with your dad and destroying the town and driving people with phones crazy!
Rival: I think it’s my fault. Dad isn’t too pleased at my career choices, so he came back from the dead to wreck havoc on everyone else.
Mandy: What’s your job?
Rival: I’m part a three boy country singers that were inspired by the Dixie Chicks. We called are band the Chicky Dix.
Memo: !
Mandy: Uh….that’s…..nice. Can you tell your dad to like back off until we could find a phone?
Rival: Fine but you guys have to come with me. He’s not what people call reasonable. Plus the alarm went off so he probably knows we’re here
Memo: Ha, chicky dix….
Scene 3
>In the mansion’s kitchen<
*The popular disco song Staying Alive booms out of the home radio*
AfroJoe: Ah, ah, ah ,ah, staying alive, staying alive.
Memo: Hey oldy, what’s with the music?
Rival: Dad is a disco mummy that stays alive to the crazy tune of Staying Alive, constanly. Pretty ironic really.
AfroJoe: Wha…huh….RIVAL! Where the hell have you been I’ve made you dinner even. You ungrateful piece of crap!
Rival: DAD! You look great….I’d like to introduce you to….
AfroJoe: Are these two your BOYFRIENDS!
Rival: These are my friends dad. Mandatare and Memo. They are my friends!
AfroJoe: *in sarcastic tone*Well, I guess I should be thankful that my son the homosexual has friends at all! THREE CHEERS!
Rival: Dad! I told you I’m NOT gay. My jeans are just tight on me that’s all.
AfroJoe: Bah! Let’s take a look at your punk hippy friends, here. After all a man’s entitled to see who’s supporting his son’s degenerate lifesty!
Mandy: Errrr….
AfroJoe: Tell me what do you think about this war over seas thing!
Mandy: Well…
Rival: shhh, don’t answer!
Mandy: Ah, well while I questionthe motivations involved, I think we could safely say…
Rival: Oh no…
AfroJoe: YOU QUESTION THE MOTIVATIONS OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!!?!?!
Memo: I…think dinner’s ready…
>Later at dinner prayer while Staying Alive still booming<
AfroJoe: Lord. Bless this bountiful offering placed before us, and bless those at this table. Even my degenerate son.
Rival: !
AfroJoe: I am sorry lord, for the many ways in which he has disgraced you, me, and all good folk over the course of these long years. I pray that you will grant him mercy, on account of his obviously deficient brain.
Memo: *giggles silently*
AfroJoe: Indeed his mother and I must accept some responsibility for this creature, though if good intentions hold any sway, we were hoping for a doctor or pro ballplayer…
Rival: DAD! WILL YOU STOP APOLOGIZING TO GOD FOR MY EXISTENCE!!!!
AfroJoe: OH!?! Guess you’d want to face him yourself, eh! I guess now that you’ve been around longer than I, you know more than your father!! You wanna be boss of this house? Okay, then fight for it!!!!! PUT UP YOUR DUKES BOY!!!!!
Mandy: Wow, look memo crippled old people fight!
Rival: You know you can’t put up a fight without your zombies, plus I suck at fighting, you know that dad!
AfroJoe: No zombies then!!!! *dives at rival*
“POW”
“BASH”
“BOOM”
Mandy: I sadly cannot stand to see this. Here you two, fight with these. *throws foam swords*
AfroJoe: Take this!!! *swings*
Rival: Only for exchange for one of these!!! *swings twice*
AfroJoe: Hey do you have change for this!! *swings hard*
Rival: Hey does my butt look big in these!!!*swings three times*
AfroJoe:………you are a fruit aint you…..
Rival: Dad…*drops foam sword*…..Do you not realize I’m happy with my life. Does that not make everything worth while?
AfroJoe: Well son….I really don’t like country stupid boy bands….
Rival: Dad it’s okay…as long as we love each other.
AfroJoe: Son, you’ve touched me in a way that if your mother touched me in I’d say…..OH YEA….
Rival: Um…thanks dad..*embraces AfroJoe*
Memo: *Disconnects radio*
AfroJoe: *dies*
Memo: I DID IT!!!!!
Mandy: Memo!! You twit they were about to make up!
Memo: Well at least we got rid of the mummy problem.
Mandy: Hmm, your right.
*Mandatare and Memo start toward the door*
Mandy: That was mighty interesting.
Rival: I HATE YOU BOTH!!!! *cries* I hate you SO MUCH!!!!!!
Scene 4
>Back at Gerrid’s house<
Memo: Hey, we got rid of the mummy problem gerrid.
Gerrid: Huh, what……….DEMONS! You did!
Mandy: Yep, seems like everything turned out good in the end. *finds phone and begins to pick it up*
Gerrid: Do you think Lisa will come back to me now!
Memo: No….
Gerrid: I should call her. Yea I should call her right now! *reaches for phone*
Mandy: LET GO YOU COCKFACED IDIOT!!!!!!!!!!
THE END
(hoped you enjoyed another Drunk Cow spoof)
(it may have some mistakes in it so please point them out and laugh at my face)
Thank you:-D
*Memo and MandaTare stand outside their broken down car*
Mandy: This cockfaced car will not go unpunished.
Memo: Pfft, we’ll give it a pair of Firestones later. Hmm, I guess there’s nothing to do now but try to find a phone.
Mandy: Say, why don’t we try that big old house on the hill? *points at grim house*
Memo: Um, because we are neither incredibly stupid nor traveling with Scooby-Doo. Come on I saw a normal house a little back down the street so start walking.
Mandy: *starts pacing forward* Doesn’t this town seem a little creepy to you Memo? You know with these zombies everywhere and everything.
*zombie rolls passed like tumbleweed*
Memo: …………um… that’s how it is in the south. Ever seen those documentaries with the aliens?
Mandy: Sure. Just asking because this one to my left is sort of biting my arm and getting dead guy stuff all over my clothes.
*zombie has enough and walks away*
Memo: Happy? Now lets move on.
Mandy: THERE!*points*
Memo: What? This house? With the lawn gnomes.
Mandy: NOW we’re cooking! Lawn gnomes, a mark of mental stability!
Memo: Fine. Just hang back Mandy. I’ll do the talking.
“KNOCK”
“KNOCK”
Memo: I got me some people skills.
*door opens*
Memo: Hello there, I’m….
Gerrid: YARG!!!!!!!! *punches Memo to the ground then beats him savagely*
“POW”
“WHACK”
“POW”
Memo: Aigh! Ow! STOP!
Gerrid: *pant*….*wheeze*
Mandy: Good work brother, you’ve plumb tuckered him out! Excuse me sir, may we use your phone?
Memo: Ow…
Gerrid: ….Huh? You aren’t….a demon…
Mandy: Um…no we’re not. Does that mean we can use your phone?
Gerrid: Uh, sure thing. Sorry about that you there, I’m a little on the edge lately.
Memo: Hey, happens all the time. I’m Memo and that’s my brother MandaTare.
Gerrid: I’m gerrid. Why are you guys here anyway? You do know about the mummy right.
Mandy: Mummy?
Gerrid: What!? You don’t know about AfroJoe! It happened a couple of days ago. There was once a disco loving hippy back in the 70s. Everyone back then was a big stupid mong so they decided to mummify him…..DEMONS……well that’s the story.
Mandy: And where’s that phone then?
Gerrid: I’ve been kinda frazzled lately. My girl left me last week. She said she’s tired of my “demon business”. She’s all like “I can’t take any more of this about demons and mummies and all those naked pictures of them you have on your walls. It’s over”.
Mandy: Well I’m so sorry to hear that……where’s the phone?
Gerrid: Personality over quality that’s what you got baby! YOU are the weak one, not ME! I don’t need YOU!
Mandy: Is it down the hall? It’s down the hall isn’t it?
Gerrid: *sob* Lisa….
Memo: You want us to come back later maybe?
Gerrid: Come home, baby!! I got you a waffle iron! LISAAAaaaa!!!
Memo: Errrr! Grab a weapon Mandy! We have got to go to that haunted mummy house and take down that stupid mummy for this guy’s sake!
Mandy: I call the axe in the car!
Memo: Isn’t that the axe I lent you last winter?!
Mandy: No, go away.
Scene 2:
>Outside the Haunted Museum<
Mandy: Are we actually going through with this?
Memo: *spins lead pipe* Sure, why not? *walks in*
“EEEEEee”
“EEEEEee”
“EEEEEee”
*a demon walks slowly toward Memo and Mandy*
Mandy: When the hell did mummies learn how to use an alarm system!?
Memo: *smacks demon with pipe* Muah! Eat Justice!!!………Oh, and lead……eat that too!!!!
Rival: Oh…Uh…thanks you two. I thought I was a goner there.
Mandy: And who exactly are you?
Rival: Uh…my name is Rival. My dad is the disco mummy you guys seem to be after.
Memo: No wonder your so friggin old.
Rival: Hey don’t make me…
Memo: Sit down old man we don’t want you to break anything.
Mandy: Rival, what’s with your dad and destroying the town and driving people with phones crazy!
Rival: I think it’s my fault. Dad isn’t too pleased at my career choices, so he came back from the dead to wreck havoc on everyone else.
Mandy: What’s your job?
Rival: I’m part a three boy country singers that were inspired by the Dixie Chicks. We called are band the Chicky Dix.
Memo: !
Mandy: Uh….that’s…..nice. Can you tell your dad to like back off until we could find a phone?
Rival: Fine but you guys have to come with me. He’s not what people call reasonable. Plus the alarm went off so he probably knows we’re here
Memo: Ha, chicky dix….
Scene 3
>In the mansion’s kitchen<
*The popular disco song Staying Alive booms out of the home radio*
AfroJoe: Ah, ah, ah ,ah, staying alive, staying alive.
Memo: Hey oldy, what’s with the music?
Rival: Dad is a disco mummy that stays alive to the crazy tune of Staying Alive, constanly. Pretty ironic really.
AfroJoe: Wha…huh….RIVAL! Where the hell have you been I’ve made you dinner even. You ungrateful piece of crap!
Rival: DAD! You look great….I’d like to introduce you to….
AfroJoe: Are these two your BOYFRIENDS!
Rival: These are my friends dad. Mandatare and Memo. They are my friends!
AfroJoe: *in sarcastic tone*Well, I guess I should be thankful that my son the homosexual has friends at all! THREE CHEERS!
Rival: Dad! I told you I’m NOT gay. My jeans are just tight on me that’s all.
AfroJoe: Bah! Let’s take a look at your punk hippy friends, here. After all a man’s entitled to see who’s supporting his son’s degenerate lifesty!
Mandy: Errrr….
AfroJoe: Tell me what do you think about this war over seas thing!
Mandy: Well…
Rival: shhh, don’t answer!
Mandy: Ah, well while I questionthe motivations involved, I think we could safely say…
Rival: Oh no…
AfroJoe: YOU QUESTION THE MOTIVATIONS OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!!?!?!
Memo: I…think dinner’s ready…
>Later at dinner prayer while Staying Alive still booming<
AfroJoe: Lord. Bless this bountiful offering placed before us, and bless those at this table. Even my degenerate son.
Rival: !
AfroJoe: I am sorry lord, for the many ways in which he has disgraced you, me, and all good folk over the course of these long years. I pray that you will grant him mercy, on account of his obviously deficient brain.
Memo: *giggles silently*
AfroJoe: Indeed his mother and I must accept some responsibility for this creature, though if good intentions hold any sway, we were hoping for a doctor or pro ballplayer…
Rival: DAD! WILL YOU STOP APOLOGIZING TO GOD FOR MY EXISTENCE!!!!
AfroJoe: OH!?! Guess you’d want to face him yourself, eh! I guess now that you’ve been around longer than I, you know more than your father!! You wanna be boss of this house? Okay, then fight for it!!!!! PUT UP YOUR DUKES BOY!!!!!
Mandy: Wow, look memo crippled old people fight!
Rival: You know you can’t put up a fight without your zombies, plus I suck at fighting, you know that dad!
AfroJoe: No zombies then!!!! *dives at rival*
“POW”
“BASH”
“BOOM”
Mandy: I sadly cannot stand to see this. Here you two, fight with these. *throws foam swords*
AfroJoe: Take this!!! *swings*
Rival: Only for exchange for one of these!!! *swings twice*
AfroJoe: Hey do you have change for this!! *swings hard*
Rival: Hey does my butt look big in these!!!*swings three times*
AfroJoe:………you are a fruit aint you…..
Rival: Dad…*drops foam sword*…..Do you not realize I’m happy with my life. Does that not make everything worth while?
AfroJoe: Well son….I really don’t like country stupid boy bands….
Rival: Dad it’s okay…as long as we love each other.
AfroJoe: Son, you’ve touched me in a way that if your mother touched me in I’d say…..OH YEA….
Rival: Um…thanks dad..*embraces AfroJoe*
Memo: *Disconnects radio*
AfroJoe: *dies*
Memo: I DID IT!!!!!
Mandy: Memo!! You twit they were about to make up!
Memo: Well at least we got rid of the mummy problem.
Mandy: Hmm, your right.
*Mandatare and Memo start toward the door*
Mandy: That was mighty interesting.
Rival: I HATE YOU BOTH!!!! *cries* I hate you SO MUCH!!!!!!
Scene 4
>Back at Gerrid’s house<
Memo: Hey, we got rid of the mummy problem gerrid.
Gerrid: Huh, what……….DEMONS! You did!
Mandy: Yep, seems like everything turned out good in the end. *finds phone and begins to pick it up*
Gerrid: Do you think Lisa will come back to me now!
Memo: No….
Gerrid: I should call her. Yea I should call her right now! *reaches for phone*
Mandy: LET GO YOU COCKFACED IDIOT!!!!!!!!!!
THE END
(hoped you enjoyed another Drunk Cow spoof)
(it may have some mistakes in it so please point them out and laugh at my face)
Thank you:-D
Page:
>6:00pm\Inside a glumly town in Alabama<
*Memo and MandaTare stand outside their broken down car*
Mandy: This cockfaced car will not go unpunished.
Memo: Pfft, we’ll give it a pair of Firestones later. Hmm, I guess there’s nothing to do now but try to find a phone.
Mandy: Say, why don’t we try that big old house on the hill? *points at grim house*
Memo: Um, because we are neither incredibly stupid nor traveling with Scooby-Doo. Come on I saw a normal house a little back down the street so start walking.
Mandy: *starts pacing forward* Doesn’t this town seem a little creepy to you Memo? You know with these zombies everywhere and everything.
*zombie rolls passed like tumbleweed*
Memo: …………um… that’s how it is in the south. Ever seen those documentaries with the aliens?
Mandy: Sure. Just asking because this one to my left is sort of biting my arm and getting dead guy stuff all over my clothes.
*zombie has enough and walks away*
Memo: Happy? Now lets move on.
Mandy: THERE!*points*
Memo: What? This house? With the lawn gnomes.
Mandy: NOW we’re cooking! Lawn gnomes, a mark of mental stability!
Memo: Fine. Just hang back Mandy. I’ll do the talking.
“KNOCK”
“KNOCK”
Memo: I got me some people skills.
*door opens*
Memo: Hello there, I’m….
Gerrid: YARG!!!!!!!! *punches Memo to the ground then beats him savagely*
“POW”
“WHACK”
“POW”
Memo: Aigh! Ow! STOP!
Gerrid: *pant*….*wheeze*
Mandy: Good work brother, you’ve plumb tuckered him out! Excuse me sir, may we use your phone?
Memo: Ow…
Gerrid: ….Huh? You aren’t….a demon…
Mandy: Um…no we’re not. Does that mean we can use your phone?
Gerrid: Uh, sure thing. Sorry about that you there, I’m a little on the edge lately.
Memo: Hey, happens all the time. I’m Memo and that’s my brother MandaTare.
Gerrid: I’m gerrid. Why are you guys here anyway? You do know about the mummy right.
Mandy: Mummy?
Gerrid: What!? You don’t know about AfroJoe! It happened a couple of days ago. There was once a disco loving hippy back in the 70s. Everyone back then was a big stupid mong so they decided to mummify him…..DEMONS……well that’s the story.
Mandy: And where’s that phone then?
Gerrid: I’ve been kinda frazzled lately. My girl left me last week. She said she’s tired of my “demon business”. She’s all like “I can’t take any more of this about demons and mummies and all those naked pictures of them you have on your walls. It’s over”.
Mandy: Well I’m so sorry to hear that……where’s the phone?
Gerrid: Personality over quality that’s what you got baby! YOU are the weak one, not ME! I don’t need YOU!
Mandy: Is it down the hall? It’s down the hall isn’t it?
Gerrid: *sob* Lisa….
Memo: You want us to come back later maybe?
Gerrid: Come home, baby!! I got you a waffle iron! LISAAAaaaa!!!
Memo: Errrr! Grab a weapon Mandy! We have got to go to that haunted mummy house and take down that stupid mummy for this guy’s sake!
Mandy: I call the axe in the car!
Memo: Isn’t that the axe I lent you last winter?!
Mandy: No, go away.
Scene 2:
>Outside the Haunted Museum<
Mandy: Are we actually going through with this?
Memo: *spins lead pipe* Sure, why not? *walks in*
“EEEEEee”
“EEEEEee”
“EEEEEee”
*a demon walks slowly toward Memo and Mandy*
Mandy: When the hell did mummies learn how to use an alarm system!?
Memo: *smacks demon with pipe* Muah! Eat Justice!!!………Oh, and lead……eat that too!!!!
Rival: Oh…Uh…thanks you two. I thought I was a goner there.
Mandy: And who exactly are you?
Rival: Uh…my name is Rival. My dad is the disco mummy you guys seem to be after.
Memo: No wonder your so friggin old.
Rival: Hey don’t make me…
Memo: Sit down old man we don’t want you to break anything.
Mandy: Rival, what’s with your dad and destroying the town and driving people with phones crazy!
Rival: I think it’s my fault. Dad isn’t too pleased at my career choices, so he came back from the dead to wreck havoc on everyone else.
Mandy: What’s your job?
Rival: I’m part a three boy country singers that were inspired by the Dixie Chicks. We called are band the Chicky Dix.
Memo: !
Mandy: Uh….that’s…..nice. Can you tell your dad to like back off until we could find a phone?
Rival: Fine but you guys have to come with me. He’s not what people call reasonable. Plus the alarm went off so he probably knows we’re here
Memo: Ha, chicky dix….
Scene 3
>In the mansion’s kitchen<
*The popular disco song Staying Alive booms out of the home radio*
AfroJoe: Ah, ah, ah ,ah, staying alive, staying alive.
Memo: Hey oldy, what’s with the music?
Rival: Dad is a disco mummy that stays alive to the crazy tune of Staying Alive, constanly. Pretty ironic really.
AfroJoe: Wha…huh….RIVAL! Where the hell have you been I’ve made you dinner even. You ungrateful piece of crap!
Rival: DAD! You look great….I’d like to introduce you to….
AfroJoe: Are these two your BOYFRIENDS!
Rival: These are my friends dad. Mandatare and Memo. They are my friends!
AfroJoe: *in sarcastic tone*Well, I guess I should be thankful that my son the homosexual has friends at all! THREE CHEERS!
Rival: Dad! I told you I’m NOT gay. My jeans are just tight on me that’s all.
AfroJoe: Bah! Let’s take a look at your punk hippy friends, here. After all a man’s entitled to see who’s supporting his son’s degenerate lifesty!
Mandy: Errrr….
AfroJoe: Tell me what do you think about this war over seas thing!
Mandy: Well…
Rival: shhh, don’t answer!
Mandy: Ah, well while I questionthe motivations involved, I think we could safely say…
Rival: Oh no…
AfroJoe: YOU QUESTION THE MOTIVATIONS OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!!?!?!
Memo: I…think dinner’s ready…
>Later at dinner prayer while Staying Alive still booming<
AfroJoe: Lord. Bless this bountiful offering placed before us, and bless those at this table. Even my degenerate son.
Rival: !
AfroJoe: I am sorry lord, for the many ways in which he has disgraced you, me, and all good folk over the course of these long years. I pray that you will grant him mercy, on account of his obviously deficient brain.
Memo: *giggles silently*
AfroJoe: Indeed his mother and I must accept some responsibility for this creature, though if good intentions hold any sway, we were hoping for a doctor or pro ballplayer…
Rival: DAD! WILL YOU STOP APOLOGIZING TO GOD FOR MY EXISTENCE!!!!
AfroJoe: OH!?! Guess you’d want to face him yourself, eh! I guess now that you’ve been around longer than I, you know more than your father!! You wanna be boss of this house? Okay, then fight for it!!!!! PUT UP YOUR DUKES BOY!!!!!
Mandy: Wow, look memo crippled old people fight!
Rival: You know you can’t put up a fight without your zombies, plus I suck at fighting, you know that dad!
AfroJoe: No zombies then!!!! *dives at rival*
“POW”
“BASH”
“BOOM”
Mandy: I sadly cannot stand to see this. Here you two, fight with these. *throws foam swords*
AfroJoe: Take this!!! *swings*
Rival: Only for exchange for one of these!!! *swings twice*
AfroJoe: Hey do you have change for this!! *swings hard*
Rival: Hey does my butt look big in these!!!*swings three times*
AfroJoe:………you are a fruit aint you…..
Rival: Dad…*drops foam sword*…..Do you not realize I’m happy with my life. Does that not make everything worth while?
AfroJoe: Well son….I really don’t like country stupid boy bands….
Rival: Dad it’s okay…as long as we love each other.
AfroJoe: Son, you’ve touched me in a way that if your mother touched me in I’d say…..OH YEA….
Rival: Um…thanks dad..*embraces AfroJoe*
Memo: *Disconnects radio*
AfroJoe: *dies*
Memo: I DID IT!!!!!
Mandy: Memo!! You twit they were about to make up!
Memo: Well at least we got rid of the mummy problem.
Mandy: Hmm, your right.
*Mandatare and Memo start toward the door*
Mandy: That was mighty interesting.
Rival: I HATE YOU BOTH!!!! *cries* I hate you SO MUCH!!!!!!
Scene 4
>Back at Gerrid’s house<
Memo: Hey, we got rid of the mummy problem gerrid.
Gerrid: Huh, what……….DEMONS! You did!
Mandy: Yep, seems like everything turned out good in the end. *finds phone and begins to pick it up*
Gerrid: Do you think Lisa will come back to me now!
Memo: No….
Gerrid: I should call her. Yea I should call her right now! *reaches for phone*
Mandy: LET GO YOU COCKFACED IDIOT!!!!!!!!!!
THE END
(hoped you enjoyed another Drunk Cow spoof)
(it may have some mistakes in it so please point them out and laugh at my face)
Thank you:-D
*Memo and MandaTare stand outside their broken down car*
Mandy: This cockfaced car will not go unpunished.
Memo: Pfft, we’ll give it a pair of Firestones later. Hmm, I guess there’s nothing to do now but try to find a phone.
Mandy: Say, why don’t we try that big old house on the hill? *points at grim house*
Memo: Um, because we are neither incredibly stupid nor traveling with Scooby-Doo. Come on I saw a normal house a little back down the street so start walking.
Mandy: *starts pacing forward* Doesn’t this town seem a little creepy to you Memo? You know with these zombies everywhere and everything.
*zombie rolls passed like tumbleweed*
Memo: …………um… that’s how it is in the south. Ever seen those documentaries with the aliens?
Mandy: Sure. Just asking because this one to my left is sort of biting my arm and getting dead guy stuff all over my clothes.
*zombie has enough and walks away*
Memo: Happy? Now lets move on.
Mandy: THERE!*points*
Memo: What? This house? With the lawn gnomes.
Mandy: NOW we’re cooking! Lawn gnomes, a mark of mental stability!
Memo: Fine. Just hang back Mandy. I’ll do the talking.
“KNOCK”
“KNOCK”
Memo: I got me some people skills.
*door opens*
Memo: Hello there, I’m….
Gerrid: YARG!!!!!!!! *punches Memo to the ground then beats him savagely*
“POW”
“WHACK”
“POW”
Memo: Aigh! Ow! STOP!
Gerrid: *pant*….*wheeze*
Mandy: Good work brother, you’ve plumb tuckered him out! Excuse me sir, may we use your phone?
Memo: Ow…
Gerrid: ….Huh? You aren’t….a demon…
Mandy: Um…no we’re not. Does that mean we can use your phone?
Gerrid: Uh, sure thing. Sorry about that you there, I’m a little on the edge lately.
Memo: Hey, happens all the time. I’m Memo and that’s my brother MandaTare.
Gerrid: I’m gerrid. Why are you guys here anyway? You do know about the mummy right.
Mandy: Mummy?
Gerrid: What!? You don’t know about AfroJoe! It happened a couple of days ago. There was once a disco loving hippy back in the 70s. Everyone back then was a big stupid mong so they decided to mummify him…..DEMONS……well that’s the story.
Mandy: And where’s that phone then?
Gerrid: I’ve been kinda frazzled lately. My girl left me last week. She said she’s tired of my “demon business”. She’s all like “I can’t take any more of this about demons and mummies and all those naked pictures of them you have on your walls. It’s over”.
Mandy: Well I’m so sorry to hear that……where’s the phone?
Gerrid: Personality over quality that’s what you got baby! YOU are the weak one, not ME! I don’t need YOU!
Mandy: Is it down the hall? It’s down the hall isn’t it?
Gerrid: *sob* Lisa….
Memo: You want us to come back later maybe?
Gerrid: Come home, baby!! I got you a waffle iron! LISAAAaaaa!!!
Memo: Errrr! Grab a weapon Mandy! We have got to go to that haunted mummy house and take down that stupid mummy for this guy’s sake!
Mandy: I call the axe in the car!
Memo: Isn’t that the axe I lent you last winter?!
Mandy: No, go away.
Scene 2:
>Outside the Haunted Museum<
Mandy: Are we actually going through with this?
Memo: *spins lead pipe* Sure, why not? *walks in*
“EEEEEee”
“EEEEEee”
“EEEEEee”
*a demon walks slowly toward Memo and Mandy*
Mandy: When the hell did mummies learn how to use an alarm system!?
Memo: *smacks demon with pipe* Muah! Eat Justice!!!………Oh, and lead……eat that too!!!!
Rival: Oh…Uh…thanks you two. I thought I was a goner there.
Mandy: And who exactly are you?
Rival: Uh…my name is Rival. My dad is the disco mummy you guys seem to be after.
Memo: No wonder your so friggin old.
Rival: Hey don’t make me…
Memo: Sit down old man we don’t want you to break anything.
Mandy: Rival, what’s with your dad and destroying the town and driving people with phones crazy!
Rival: I think it’s my fault. Dad isn’t too pleased at my career choices, so he came back from the dead to wreck havoc on everyone else.
Mandy: What’s your job?
Rival: I’m part a three boy country singers that were inspired by the Dixie Chicks. We called are band the Chicky Dix.
Memo: !
Mandy: Uh….that’s…..nice. Can you tell your dad to like back off until we could find a phone?
Rival: Fine but you guys have to come with me. He’s not what people call reasonable. Plus the alarm went off so he probably knows we’re here
Memo: Ha, chicky dix….
Scene 3
>In the mansion’s kitchen<
*The popular disco song Staying Alive booms out of the home radio*
AfroJoe: Ah, ah, ah ,ah, staying alive, staying alive.
Memo: Hey oldy, what’s with the music?
Rival: Dad is a disco mummy that stays alive to the crazy tune of Staying Alive, constanly. Pretty ironic really.
AfroJoe: Wha…huh….RIVAL! Where the hell have you been I’ve made you dinner even. You ungrateful piece of crap!
Rival: DAD! You look great….I’d like to introduce you to….
AfroJoe: Are these two your BOYFRIENDS!
Rival: These are my friends dad. Mandatare and Memo. They are my friends!
AfroJoe: *in sarcastic tone*Well, I guess I should be thankful that my son the homosexual has friends at all! THREE CHEERS!
Rival: Dad! I told you I’m NOT gay. My jeans are just tight on me that’s all.
AfroJoe: Bah! Let’s take a look at your punk hippy friends, here. After all a man’s entitled to see who’s supporting his son’s degenerate lifesty!
Mandy: Errrr….
AfroJoe: Tell me what do you think about this war over seas thing!
Mandy: Well…
Rival: shhh, don’t answer!
Mandy: Ah, well while I questionthe motivations involved, I think we could safely say…
Rival: Oh no…
AfroJoe: YOU QUESTION THE MOTIVATIONS OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!!?!?!
Memo: I…think dinner’s ready…
>Later at dinner prayer while Staying Alive still booming<
AfroJoe: Lord. Bless this bountiful offering placed before us, and bless those at this table. Even my degenerate son.
Rival: !
AfroJoe: I am sorry lord, for the many ways in which he has disgraced you, me, and all good folk over the course of these long years. I pray that you will grant him mercy, on account of his obviously deficient brain.
Memo: *giggles silently*
AfroJoe: Indeed his mother and I must accept some responsibility for this creature, though if good intentions hold any sway, we were hoping for a doctor or pro ballplayer…
Rival: DAD! WILL YOU STOP APOLOGIZING TO GOD FOR MY EXISTENCE!!!!
AfroJoe: OH!?! Guess you’d want to face him yourself, eh! I guess now that you’ve been around longer than I, you know more than your father!! You wanna be boss of this house? Okay, then fight for it!!!!! PUT UP YOUR DUKES BOY!!!!!
Mandy: Wow, look memo crippled old people fight!
Rival: You know you can’t put up a fight without your zombies, plus I suck at fighting, you know that dad!
AfroJoe: No zombies then!!!! *dives at rival*
“POW”
“BASH”
“BOOM”
Mandy: I sadly cannot stand to see this. Here you two, fight with these. *throws foam swords*
AfroJoe: Take this!!! *swings*
Rival: Only for exchange for one of these!!! *swings twice*
AfroJoe: Hey do you have change for this!! *swings hard*
Rival: Hey does my butt look big in these!!!*swings three times*
AfroJoe:………you are a fruit aint you…..
Rival: Dad…*drops foam sword*…..Do you not realize I’m happy with my life. Does that not make everything worth while?
AfroJoe: Well son….I really don’t like country stupid boy bands….
Rival: Dad it’s okay…as long as we love each other.
AfroJoe: Son, you’ve touched me in a way that if your mother touched me in I’d say…..OH YEA….
Rival: Um…thanks dad..*embraces AfroJoe*
Memo: *Disconnects radio*
AfroJoe: *dies*
Memo: I DID IT!!!!!
Mandy: Memo!! You twit they were about to make up!
Memo: Well at least we got rid of the mummy problem.
Mandy: Hmm, your right.
*Mandatare and Memo start toward the door*
Mandy: That was mighty interesting.
Rival: I HATE YOU BOTH!!!! *cries* I hate you SO MUCH!!!!!!
Scene 4
>Back at Gerrid’s house<
Memo: Hey, we got rid of the mummy problem gerrid.
Gerrid: Huh, what……….DEMONS! You did!
Mandy: Yep, seems like everything turned out good in the end. *finds phone and begins to pick it up*
Gerrid: Do you think Lisa will come back to me now!
Memo: No….
Gerrid: I should call her. Yea I should call her right now! *reaches for phone*
Mandy: LET GO YOU COCKFACED IDIOT!!!!!!!!!!
THE END
(hoped you enjoyed another Drunk Cow spoof)
(it may have some mistakes in it so please point them out and laugh at my face)
Thank you:-D
Please let this count for the spoof off:'(
Stupid lateness!!!!!!
Stupid lateness!!!!!!
see drunk i'm replying u didn't say it had to do w/ the board
Har Har.
Ooh pirates... inspiration...
Ooh pirates... inspiration...
That was funny biggles
Your funny
Your funny
Do you watch a lot of South Park laddie?
Yar, twas fairly funny. I think it should count considering the amount of enteries there has been.
Hedfix wrote:
> Do you watch a lot of South Park laddie?
No, and thanks for staying on topic Sir Fix.
> Do you watch a lot of South Park laddie?
No, and thanks for staying on topic Sir Fix.
I thought your spoof was very South Parky, that's why I asked.
Is that good?
:-o
:-o
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