Part 48: To Hartville!
Ok, we'll go with you to the jungle. But if I get any jungle diseases, you're getting infected by a screwdriver to the ribs.


Almost. Just let me get my hat.

What do you think?

You're imagining things. Must be getting senile in your ripe old age, Santa. But enough banter. To the jungle!


Hey Holly?

Have you ever seen Congo?

Right. Well, if we run across any large apes, I'll just leave negotiating with them up to you.


How in the name of god's third nipple do you know that?

Which you don't know how to read.




Galvatron, go destroy the natural wonder.


Yes, it takes a genius to think to plug up a hole. I'm the crackhead. Why am I the most logical one here?





You're telling me they made compact discs here, in this ancient jungle.


Fuck it. I'll believe him. Galvatron, go in there and bring me back some David Bowie.

It's a banana.


One shanking later....

Awesome, let's go defile it.

You're actually agreeing with me?!

Yes ma'am...



We can honor him with a happy meal on the way home. Let's just get the hell out of here before I catch the ecoli.

I mean GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF THIS GODDAMN JUNGLE!

Yeah, I mean this time we got a whole banana.

It's going to be magically up your ass in a second.


Yes, thank you Holly. I had almost forgotten in the last five minutes since we brought it up.

Right. It's "magic".

Like that monkey you got into a blood lust over at that one tournament?

Well, we'll have to hold onto that banana in case we ever want to make us a monkey.


You should know how I make my decisions by now.
