EP-24

Episode 24 - A Robeast Makes Love to A Space Mouse

[Bus Stop]
Pidge: Hey Keith, where'd you get that black eye?
Keith: Nothing, I mean, I mean, nowhere.
Pidge: Your dad's intern beat you up again, huh?
Keith: No!
Hunk: Ehe, you know, heh, your dad's intern kicked your ass.
Keith: She's just pissed off 'cause she got headgear at the dentist. She's taking it out on me.
Lance: Yeh, but that sucks you get your butt kicked by a girl, Keith.
Hunk: I would never let a woman kick my ass. If she tried anything, I'd be like: hey, you get your bitch ass back in the kitchen and make me some pie!
Keith: My parents don't even believe that she beats me up. They think she's all innocent and sweet, but I know that she's an evil bitch!
Hunk: Be a man Keith. Say, "Heyy woman, ee, ee, you shut your mouth and make babies."
Keith: Hey Lance, what's that Robeast doing?

Pan out to shot of huge Robeast.

Lance: You mean this one?
Keith: Yeh.
Lance: He's my new pet Robeast.
Keith: Whoa dude! Where'd you get a pet Robeast?
Lance: I got it mail ordered from Planet Doom. The ad said it would take 4 to 6 weeks, but it only took three.

Keith: Wow, that's cool! Lance: No it's not cool! My mom won't let me keep him in the house. She says he's too big, and that his poop is bigger than our couch.
Hunk: That's why my mom got me a pot-bellied space mouse. Cause its poop is small.
Svenny: Hey you guys, I talked to Koran and he told me they're like the same.
Keith: Well yeh, but space mice aren't smart like Robeasts.

The bus pulls up.

Bitchy Transport Driver: Hey. Wait a minute. What is that thing?
Lance: Uh, oh, this, this is, the new retarded kid.
Bitchy Transport Driver: Oh, I'm sorry little girl. But you still can't get on. You have to take the special ed bus.

Shot of retarded kid bus.
[Retarded noises]

Lance: Boy, it looks like you're not welcome anywhere Robeast. See ya.

The boys get on the bus.

Hunk: If a woman ever gave me crap, I'd say, "Hey, you go do my laundry and …."
Bitchy Transport Driver: SIT DOWN KID!!!
Hunk: Yes ma'am.

[Koran's Classroom]
Koran: And now children, our friend Mr. Dildo is going to tell us all about genetic engineering.
Mr. Dildo: That's right Koran, Lightwave engineering is an exciting new science. You can splice the Lightwave DNA from some animals, and make them better.
Lance: Koran?
Koran: Yes Lance.
Lance: With Lightwave engineering, can you make a Robeast smaller?
Koran: Well, uh, ye, yes, I suppose you could. You could, splice Robeast genes with a dog, or cat, or a, pot-bellied space mouse genes.
Lance: That's it. I'm going to combine my Robeast with a pot-bellied space mouse and make…pot-bellied Robeasts.
Class: [Gasp]
Lance: They'd be smart like Robeasts, but small like space mice.
Keith: That'd be cool!
Girl: I want a pot-bellied Robeast.
Prince Bandor: Yes, I'll pay fifty dollars for one.
Josh Jr.: That's stupid.
Lance: Shut up Josh Jr., we can gentical engineer anything we want.
Josh Jr.: Oh yeh, I bet I can gentically clone a whole human being before you crossbreed and Robeast and a space mouse.
Lance: I'll bet you can't.
Josh Jr.: Watch me plebian.
Koran: Well, spank my ass and call me Charlie. Isn't this exciting, two A-plus students in a cloning war.
Mr. Dildo: Yes Koran, genetic engineering lets us correct God's horrible, horrible mistakes, like German people.
Koran: You know, you boys might want to visit the NetterPark Digital Studios outside of town for some help. And you could both use this for your science fair projects next month.
Lance: NetterPark Digital Studios! Sweet!
Keith: Wait, wait. We still need a space mouse.
Lance: We can use Hunk's space mouse.
Hunk: Ehh, you leave Cheddar out of this.
Lance: We're not gonna hurt her, we just need some of her blood.
Hunk: You're not using any of Cheddar's blood, or else I'll kick you in the nuts. Lance, Lance no!
Koran: Uh, uh, Keith, can I talk to you for a minute?
Keith: Ok.
Koran: I couldn't help but notice that black eye you have. Are there problems at home?
Keith: [Despondantly]Yes.
Koran: Oh dear. Here Keith, sit down, have some cocoa, and tell your friend Mr. Dildo all about it.

Keith sits down.

Mr. Dildo: I'm your friend, Mr. Dildo, Keith. You can tell me anything. Now, who hits you, is it your father or your mother?
Keith: Oh, neither. It's my dad's intern.
Koran: Intern?!? Oh for Pete's sake, don't be such a little wuss. Stop wasting Mr. Dildo's time with pansy little foo-foo problems, and, give me back my cocoa!

[Keith's house]
TV Voice: Let's open the phone lines back up for some questions….
Monica: Hey.
Robert: Yeh, is this Valen?
Valen: Yes, my son.
Keith: Hi Monica.
Monica: Are you looking at my headgear?
Keith: Headgear? What headgear?
Monica: Are you looking at my headgear?
Keith: Oh, gosh, I didn't really notice.
Monica: You little liar.
Keith: No, I think it looks terrific. It matches the stain on your blue dre…AHHHHH!

Monica proceeds to beat the living hell out of Keith.
Monica throws Keith down the stairs.
Monica drops the TV on Keith's head.

Keith: Ah, ah, ah.

[Outside Keith's house]
Lance: Ready to go Keith?
Keith: Go where?
Lance: To the NetterPark Digital Studios.
Lance: We got Hunk's space mouse so we can splice it's genes with my Robeast.
Hunk: Nobody's splicin' nothing from Cheddar!

Zoom in to Monica face in the window

Monica: I swear I'm gonna kill you Keith!
Lance: Why's your sister so mean to you dude?
Hunk: Yeh, if some sissy chick tried to kick my ass, I'd be all like, "Hey, listen, missy, eh, yewhy don't you go knit me sweater before I slap you in the face!"

Zoom in to Monica face in the window

Monica: Who said that?
[Hunk points at Pidge]

[Outside the gates of the NetterPark Digital Studios]
Lance: This must be it.
Hunk: Yeh, looks like nobody's home. Guess we should come back some other time.
Lance: No Hunk, we're going in there and splicing Cheddar and my Robeast together.
Hunk: It's ok Cheddar, I won't let them hurt you.
Lance: It's just a stupid space mouse.
Keith: Yeh, quit being such a baby.

Hunk: Baby?!? Well, at least I don't get my ass kicked by a girl! Keith: At least I'm not a little space mouse fucker!
Hunk: Hey! I'm taking my space mouse and…Screw you guys! I'm going home! This whole idea's stupid anyway.
Lance: What the hell would you know you fat sweaty Mongoloid, you never get higher than a 'D'! Hunk: Hey! Why don't you go back to San Fransisco with the rest of the Smartasses?!?
Lance: There's no smartasses in San Fransisco, you retard!
Hunk: I'll kick you in the nuts!
Josh: Can I help you?

Svenny pulls his jacket over his head.

Svenny: Mmmmmm!
Lance: Uh…yeh…we want to crossbreed an Robeast with a space mouse.
Josh: Brilliant idea, huge Robeast-sized space mice.
Lance: No, no, no. We want to make little pot-bellied Robeasts that people can keep in their houses as pets.
Josh: Ohh, that's an even better idea. Come on in.

[Inside the NetterPark Digital Studios]
Josh: I'm so pleased that you children are interested in Lightwave engineering.
Hunk: Eh, it's ok Cheddar, nobody's going to hurt you.
Josh: It's thanks to the wonders of Lightwave engineering that soon there will be an end to hunger, disease, pollution, even war. I have created things that will change the world for the better. For instance, here is a monkey with four asses.
Monkey: Mhhh.
Lance: How does that make the world better?
Josh: And here, of course, is my four assed ostrich. And my four assed mongoose.
Keith: Do you have anything besides just animals with four asses?
Josh: Oh, uh, I suppose so uh. Oh yes, over here. Here I have rats splice with ducks, and gorillas spliced with mosquitos, and here I have rabbits spliced with fish to make little, bunny fish.
Hunk: Heyyy, these bunny ears are tied on with little strings.
Josh: And over here, swiss cheese spliced with chalk, and a beard.
Lance: Well, what about our pot-bellied Robeast?
Josh: Oh. Well I'm sorry children, but, space mouse and Robeast DNA just won't splice. Haven't you ever heard that song by 'Loverboy'?
Keith: Which song is that?

Zoom in to Josh dancing and singing

Josh: Diindoon - space mouse and Robeast DNA just won't splice!
Josh: Although, maybe I could help you add a few asses to that mouse of yours.
Hunk: You can keep your hands off of Cheddar's ass!
Josh: You know, it's amazing what we can do with a little blood sample these days.
Keith: Ow!
Josh: Hmm? What? Oh, excuse me.
Lance: Wait, what are you taking Keith's blood for?
Josh: Oh, pardon me, I tripped. Could I have some hair please?
Lance: Watch out Keith! Lightwave engineers are crazy.
Hunk: Come on Cheddar!
[Cheddar Squealing]

[Inside the Cafeteria]

Kid 1: This gas is just hurting my ass.
Kid 2: Yahh, that's pretty fresh. Oooh.
Hunk: I sure am hungry.
Prince Bandor: Ello gentlemen, any of you blokes know what's for lunch today?
Prince Bandor: Lunchy munchies, hmmm?
Hunk: Go away Prince Bandor, nobody likes you!
Lance: Yeh, what kind of name is Bandor anyway?!?
Prince Bandor: Well, my father's family name being Bandori, and my Christened name being Bandoranstinitine Mikhailanova Von Grabbassenbung, my infant tongue….
Hunk: God Damnit, would you shut the hell up!?! Nobody gives a rat's ass.
Keith: Yeh, go away Prince Bandor.
Prince Bandor: Right-O.

Prince Bandor walks off

Hunk: Dah, Polluxian people piss me off.

Josh Jr. and Co approach

Josh Jr.: Hey dumb asses. You morons give up on your stupid science fair project yet?
Lance: No! We're already halfway done.
Josh Jr.: Halfway? Then all you've got is a stupid space mouse.
Bully 1: Yeh, prolly a gay space mouse too.
Bully 2: Stupid gay space mouse.
Lance: It's more than you've got!
Josh Jr.: Wronng. We've already got our human clone well under way.
One of the bullies pulls a foot out of a bag.
Lance: Oh my God! They cloned a foot.
Foot kicks Hunk in the face
Hunk: Hey! Hey! I'll kick your ass!
Hunk kicks foot away
Foot lands in Bandor's lunch tray
Prince Bandor: Ooohhooo!
Josh Jr.: By Friday, we're gonna clone a whole human being. Good luck with your stupid little space mouse.
Boys go to get their lunch
King Alfor: Hello there children.
Lance: Hey King Alfor.
King Alfor: How you doin'?
Boys: Bad.
King Alfor: Why bad?
Lance: We need to genetically engineer our space mouse and an Robeast, but their genes won't splice.
King Alfor: Ahhhh, of course their genes won't splice children. Haven't you ever heard that song by 'Loverboy'?
King Alfor: Dooodnnndoodnn - A space mouse and an Robeast DNA just won't….
King Alfor: A space mouse-Robeast. Say, now that's not a bad idea.
Lance: I told you guys.
King Alfor: Imagine, a pint sized Robeast that you could keep in the house. Children, we could make a fortune with this.
Lance: You hear that dudes? We'll be rich.
King Alfor: Forget about all that genetic engineering whoos-a-fudge. If you want to combine a space mouse and an Robeast, just get them to make sweeet love.
Hunk: Whaaat?!?
Keith: I don't think an Robeast would make love to a space mouse.
Hunk: I don't think my space mouse would want to make love to that stupid Robeast.
King Alfor: Sure they would. But you're gonna have to get 'em in the mood.
Keith: So how do we do that?
King Alfor: Do what I do, get 'em goood and drunk.

[At the bus stop]
Boys get off the bus

Keith: Hey uh, you guys want to come over to my house?
Lance: We've got work to do Keith, I think it takes a while for an Robeast to get drunk.
King Alfor: Really, you, you guys don't want to come over for just a little bit?
Hunk: Why? Is the intern gonna kick your ass again?
Keith: Shut up Hunk!
Svenny: Or are you gonna feather your hair?
Lance: Yeh Keith, she's just a girl. Hunk: Yeh, if some girl tried to kick my ass, I'd be like, "hey, why don't you stop dressin' me up like a mailman, annnd making me dance for you while you go and smoke crack in your bedroom and have sex with some guy I don't even know, on my dad's bed!"
Keith: Hunk?!? What the hell are you talking about?!?
Hunk: I'm just saying you're just a little wuss, that's all.
Lance: Keith, you can use family love as a weapon against Monica. The next time she's gonna kick your ass, just tell her, "Monica, you're my intern, and I respect you."
Svenny: And I want to take off your bra.
Keith: Sick dude, she's my dad's intern, and she's ate the Executive Branch. Lance: Try it. We'll see you in a while, we got to go get Hunk's space mouse.
Hunk: No, you don't gotta get Hunk's space mouse! You leave Cheddar out of this!
Lance: Come on Svenny.
Hunk: Lance no, seriously. No f'n' Robeast is going to make love to my Cheddar, I…Lance, I will kick you in the nnnnuts.
Keith: Crap.

[Keith's house]
Keith sneaks through the front door

TV Voice: And now back to Valen and Pals on Voltron Park Public Access….
Monica: Are you staring at my neckbrace?
Keith: No, I mean, yes, I mean, what neckbrace?
Keith: Monica, before you beat my face into a bloody pulp again, I just want you to know…that you're my dad's intern, and I respect you.

Monica smiles, Keith smiles, it looks like she's gonna let him go…

Keith: No. Ahh! Someday, Monica, I'm gonna be bigger than you, and you're gonna wish you'd never done any of this to me.
Monica: You'll never be bigger than me Keith. Never!

[Inside the NetterPark Digital Studios]
Josh: Beautiful, it's absolutely beautiful.
Josh: My son, I think we've finally done it.
Josh Jr.: Yes, we have dad. My very own human clone.
Bully 1: Hopefully not a gay clone.
Bully 2: Yeh, that was stupid.
Bully 1: Stupid.
Bully 2: That was stupid.

[Out in the hills somewhere]
Lance is pumping a keg that the Robeast is drinking from.

Lance: Come on Robeast, keep drinking.
Keith: Damn, I wonder how drunk he needs to be to make sweet love to the space mouse.

Shot of Cheddar drinking from a trough labeled "BEER"

Lance: Damn it! This is never gonna work.
King Alfor: Hello children. I thought I'd check and see how our little entreprenural venture is going.
Lance: Rotten, they're both really drunk, but the won't have sex.
King Alfor: Ohh, children, you just can't stick a drunk space mouse with a drunk Robeast, and, and, expect them to do the matress mambo. You need to set the mood. Let me show you boys what I'm talking about.

King Alfor goes over to boombox with a mic

King Alfor: [Singing] Tonight is a-right for love, you know I, want to touch you where the lights don't go. Tonight is a-right for love, love gravay.
King Alfor: Expressing love so sweet. I want to, keep you burning like a dog in heat. Tonight is a-right for love, love graaavaaay. Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Elton John.

Enter Elton John

Elton: With youuuu tonight, ohhhh it's a-right. Ooooh tonight is right for love, love gravaya.

Intermingled shots of Cheddar and Robeast getting interested.

King Alfor: Thank you Elton. Tonight is right for love, love graaavaaaaaay.

Robeast is about to mount Cheddar

Lance: Hey look! It's working.
King Alfor: Now children, gather around, and watch the wonders of life. The beauty of Mother Nature.
{Sounds of things ripping and tearing, and various "other" noises}
Keith: Ahh, sick!
Hunk: Cheddar!
King Alfor: Hmm, now I know how all those live women must have felt.
[Cheddar Squealing]

[Inside the Voltron Park NetterPark Digital Studios]
Josh: How luscious. Our creature has come to fruition boys.
Josh Jr.: Dad, you're the best.
Josh: Oh my God! He only has one ass. He's of no use to me, I'll have to burn the room.

Big Keith breaks out of "womb"

Josh: Oh no, this entire expriment is turning out very bad.
Big Keith: Me bad??
Big Keith throws four-assed frog against wall, killing it
. Josh: Eeegads, he's out of control. We'll have to destroy him.
Josh Jr.: But he's our science fair project!
Big Keith: Uhhh, me baad, aba-ba-chewy-chomp.
Josh: He's too dangerous son.
Josh Jr.: But dad! I want a human clone.
Josh: Son, no.
Big Keith jumps through window
Josh: Oh son, you've made a horrible mistake. You've put all the people of Voltron Park in jeopardy.
Josh Jr.: They're all stupid anyway. Come on guys, let's go.
Bully 1: Yehh, they're all gay.

[Back on the Hill]
Shot of Cheddar and Robeast sleeping together
Lance: Aren't they ever gonna wake up?
King Alfor: Oh, they will. It's gonna be one ugly site.
Lance: I thought you said the wonder of Mother Nature was a beautiful thing.
Keith: Yeh, when does Mother Nature go from beautiful to ugly.
King Alfor: Usually about 9:30 in the morning, children.

Robeast begins to wake up
King Alfor: Uh oh, here we go.
Robeast looks down at Cheddar with surprise
King Alfor: Yehhh, there's nothing worse than getting all drunk and waking up the next morning next to a space mouse.
Cheddar looks up at Robeast, begins crying
King Alfor: Or a big fat Robeast.
Lance: Hey, how do we know if she's pregnant?
King Alfor: Well boys, we might not know that for a couple of days.
Lance: Couple of days? But Josh Jr. is going to have his human clone by tomorrow.
Hunk: Well, good job Einstein, why don't we just build a rocket in the meantime?
Lance punches Hunk
Hunk: Hey!
Josh approaches
Josh: Oh thank Buddah I found you boys. You must tell me, have you seen anything odd lately?
Keith: Uh, we saw an Robeast have sex with a space mouse.
Josh: No, no, I said odd.
King Alfor: Hey, you're that crazy cracker from up on the hill.
Josh: Sir, if making mutant animals spliced with humans is crazy…then…uhhhhh…hmmm…oh, nevermind. I'm afraid there's been a bit of an incident at the ranch. You see, I've created a large mutant clone of that little boy there, and he's broken free.
Svenny: A big mutant Keith?!?
Keith: A big mutant version of me?
Lance: Is he bigger than a regular clone?
Josh: He's terribly dangerous. His brain is identical to yours. I need you to help me find him.

[Downtown Voltron Park]
Big Keith is wreaking havoc on the town People are running in fear
Big Keith has a car in one hand, he's destroying it
Big Keith tosses car aside effortlessly
Big Keith: Ah chewy-chewy-chomp.
Koran: Keith, are you wearing a different hat?
Big Keith: Uhhhyahhuhhh.

Big Keith picks up Koran and begins beating him against the ground
Koran: Hey, I know a certain young man who's itching for a detention.
Big Keith throws Koran aside
Koran: Ahhhhhh!
Koran flies through Sheridan's Nuke shop window
[Boys in Downtown Voltron Park]
Lance: How big do you think he is?
Keith: I bet he weighs four hundred pounds.
Lance: Come on Keith, don't you even know where you would go?
Svenny: Oh my God, what's he doin'?
Keith: Oh my God!
Townsman: Ahhhh!
Big Keith is running by with two people in his arms

[Newscaster on TV] Tom: It appears that the horrible, destructive creature is actually eighteen-year old Keith of Voltron Park.
Tom: When asked why he was wreaking so much havoc on his home town, the little boy replies simply, "Me Keith, ba-chomp, ba-chewy-chomp, ba-chewy-chomp. Back to you in the studio.
TV Newscaster: Thank's Tom, police are requesting that if you see this little eighteen-year old boy you immediately kill him and burn his body. That's all for now.
TV Voice: Now back to Valen and Pals.
[On the set of Valen and Pals]
Valen: Yea, the way is paved with gold for ye who seek truth and….
Big Keith breaks through wall on set of show
Big Keith: Ba-ba-chomp-ba-chewy-chewy-chomp-ahhh.
Valen: Valen!
Big Keith: its-to-the-left-mayoueyea.
[On the streets of Voltron Park]
Mr. Garibaldi is directing traffic
Keith: Mr. Garibaldi, my evil genetic clone is destroying the town. We have to find him.
Mr. Garibaldi: You boys have been watching the "X-Files" too much, there's no such thing as genetic clone -
Big Keith: Ahhhh
Big Keith grabs Mr. Garibaldi and throws him into nearby pond
Mr. Garibaldi: whoa
Mr. Garibaldi: Listen, uh, you kids go on home, there's nothing to see here.
Lance: Come on, let's go!
John Sheridan approaches
John Sheridan: There you are! Keith, you tore up my entire nuclear weapons shop, you better have a good explanation for this mister!
Keith: It wasn't me Uncle Sheridan, it was my evil genetic clone.
Koran approaches, and he looks like hell
Koran: Keith, what the hell has gotten in to you?!? You have got severe lunch room duty mister!
John Sheridan: I'm gonna go have a word with your father Keith.
Koran: Yeh, you wait 'til your father hears about this.
Lance: Wait, Keith, there he goes.
Keith: Stop!
Big Keith: Ahhh, ba-ba-chomp.
Lance: He recognizes you dude.
Keith: That's good, that's good dude. Just calm down.
Big Keith is now seated in the road.
Big Keith: Ba-chomp, eh mee ahh jaran.
Lance: What should we do with him?
Keith: Keith, how would you like to go home and meet a Presidential intern?
Big Keith: Ahhhh, yehhh.

[Outside Keith's house]
The boys and Big Keith approach the front door. Chessey can be seen off to the side.
Keith: So remember, Monica the one with the big wire coming out of her mouth and a metal plate on her back. When you see Monica, kick her ass. Monica bad, Monica very bad. Big Keith: Me bad??
Keith: No! Monica bad, you good.
Big Keith proceeds to destroy the house
Keith: He's tearing up the house, stop him!
Big Keith is hitting a chair against the ground
Svenny runs towards Big Keith
The chair knocks Svenny into the microwave in the kitchen The microwave starts up, cooking Svenny
Keith: Come on dudes.
All the kids run at Big Keith, he knocks each one aside.
Big Keith: Ah.
Monica: What the hell do you want.
Big Keith: Chewy-chewy-chomp.
Monica head butts Big Keith onto the ground
Big Keith: Ahhh. Uhhh.
Dr. Josh enters
Josh: Boys. Boys, I'm lusciously sorry for everything.
Josh Jr. and Co approach
Josh Jr.: Hey, they've got our clone. He belongs to us.
Josh: No son, this beast is a disgrace to genetic engineers everywhere. Boys, I'm sorry I've caused you such…inconvenience. I tried to play God, and I failed.
Dr. Josh shoots Big Keith through the head with an 88mm Anti-Tank gun
Josh Jr.: Daddy! Nooooo!
Josh: All I ever wanted was to genetically engineer something useful, but I failed. Perhaps we shouldn't be toying with God's creations. Perhaps we should just leave nature alone, to its simple one assed schematics.
Josh Jr.: You cheating bastards. This isn't over, just wait until tomorrow.
Lance: Oh my God, they killed Svenny! You bastard!
Keith's parents drive up
Keith: Mom and dad are home. My house is a disaster, you guy, you guys have got to help me.
Hunk: I ain't helpin' crap! I want to eat some pahy.
Keith: You can't just leave me here alone.
Hunk: Oh yeh, watch me.
Lance: Yeh Keith, we have to go find out if Hunk's space mouse is pregnant or not. See ya.
Keith: Thanks a lot.
The other boys leave
Monica: Ohh boy, you are gonna get it now.
John Sheridan and Koran are shown outside, talking to Keith's parents
Keith: It isn't fair! Everybody hates me! The whole town wants me killed! Mom and dad are gonna send me away! I don't want to be sent away! I want to stay here! Eehhhehehe!
Keith's parents enter the front door.
Zack: Keith, what, what in God's name have you been doing?
Elizabeth: Everybody in town is upset with you young man. What's going on? Are you on drugs?
Monica: It's not Keith's fault.
Zack: Huh?
Monica: It wasn't Keith, he was…it was just me the whole time.
Zack: Oh, well Keith, we're uh, we're sorry we jumped to conlusions.
Elizabeth: Oh honey, please forgive us son.
Keith: Monica, you, you saved my life. And yet, you've done so much more than that. Today you've taught me the meaning of family. Sure, families don't always get along, but when the forces of evil descend upon us, we conquer them, by sticking together.
Monica begins beating the crap out of Keith.
Keith: Uh, ahh, uhhh.
Monica takes a lawnmower to Keith's face, as rats drag away Kenny's charred corpse

[Inside Koran's Class]
Koran: Everyone, let's give Casey and his weed a big hand.
One kid claps (Minmay)
Koran: Ok Lance, we're ready to see your science project.
Lance: Well, our space mouse hasn't given birth yet, but she should anytime now.
Koran: Oh, well then I guess you get an 'F'. Ok Josh Jr., I know the class can hardly wait to see your science fair project.
Josh Jr.: Thank you Koran. Boys, Koran, fellow students, for our science fair project Bill Fosey and I have spawned a creature genetically far superior to man. I present to you, the five-assed monkey.

Shot of Monkey with five asses

Monkey: Ahhheh.
Koran: Oh, Mr. Dildo, isn't it beautiful?
Keith: Wait, wait, the space mouse just gave birth. It, it had a baby!
Kid 1: It had a baby?!?
Kid 2: Oh wow!
Kid 3: What's it look like?
Lance: Does it look like a space mouse, or an Robeast?
Shot of space mouse that looks like, well…
Hunk: Hey, it kind of looks like Koran.
Koran: Ohh, uh, gee, isn't that an amazing coincidence? Hmm, what are the odds of that?
Keith,Lance: Hmmm.
Koran: You boys get first prize.
Hunk: That'll do space mouse.