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Episode One: The Guy Fawkes Day That Almost Wasn't But Actually Was.

	Part One: Good Morning, Starshine.
	Shley: Mmmm... what a gorgeous day! It could only be one thing...
	Kew: SHLEY!

	Shley: Jesus Christ!!! Kew!! How did you get into my house!?
	Kew: Your front door was unlocked all night, so I snuck in to surprise you! Also, I stole some corn.

	Shley: WHAT!? But--but--my corn!
	Kew: Don't get your undies in a bundle. Lain and I were playing truth or dare last night.

	Shley: Without me?
	Kew: Well, you COULD have come, but you would have to get up and walk twenty miles uphill to get there.

	Shley: Well, exercise IS for wussies...
	Kee: WHAT?! It is not! I should know, I'm fit and fully functional.

	Kew: Kee! How nice of you to... drop in?
	Kee: Uh, I came in through the window. ...oh! I get it! Haha...

	Shley: Could you guys vamoose? I'm still in my bed.
	Kee: That never stopped me before.

	Shley: Reh heh heh...
	Kee: Kew, will you excuse us? We have to... check the dryer.
	Part Two: Laino's Draino.

	Lain: Jeezlyum crow, Jen! Do you know what day it is?
	Jen: The day the music died?

	Lain: Yeah, sure. Except NOT.
	Jen: Oh, oh, okay.

	Lain: It's Guy Fawkes Day!
	Jen: Yay! I'll get the effigies. You get the torches!

	Shley: Oh no! I forgot! Yesterday, I was beaten up by somenoe who also stole our only effigy!
	Jen: Yeah, I was wondering about the portruding collarbone.
	Part Three: A Der Hur.

	Lain: Fuck this. I've been searching for twenty minutes.
	Jen: Hey, remember that one time you guys all said I would get married to Ralph Nader!?

	Shley: Yeah, that was pretty funny. Except NOT.
	Jen: You're just mad 'cause green's all that and a bag of tamales.

	Kee: -coughcoughFUNDAMENTALIST-
	Jen: Aw shucks! That darn subliminal messaging again.

	Kee: Remember when Lain told that joke and it wasn't funny?
	Shley: Sure do! It was chicken-fresh.

	Kew: Remember when we were looking for an effigy!?
	Lain: Remember when Kew interrupted our reminiscing?

	Kee: Ye--no.
	Part Four: A Dilemma Indeed.

	Kew: What do we do now?
	Jen: I guess we just have Guy Fawkes... without the effigy.

	Shley: That's crazy talk! You're whacked out in the nut, Jen.
	Jen: My nut is sound! You'd do well to remember that this is a piddly little day that NO ONE ELSE celebrates.

	Kee: You're a dude and a poohead.
	Shley: Hey, why don't we just make our own effigy?

	Kew: Buh?
	Jen: Zuh?

	Lain: HONK.
	Shley: We could improvise by using the body of the person who allowed our effigies to be taken in the first place!

	Kew: Well, it's... fair.
	Lain: And illegal! I ain't doing it.

	Shley: This hurts us more than it hurts you, Lain.
	Kew: Besides, you are technically a witch, so you should be used to this by now.

	Lain: SCREW you guys! Right up the ASSNOZZLE!
	Kew: Tie her legs, Shley!

	Kee: Lain's gonna burn tonight! Let's sing about her plight!
	Kew: She'll burn with all her might!

	Jen: Two wrongs don't make a right.
	Shley: My shoes are really tight! ...word.
	The End.