Dude Bro Party Massacre III Page #8

You fool!

You had one simple destiny,

Sminkle...

to stop the Dude Bros,

and you balls'd it up!

Do you have any idea

how much work and taxpayer money

went into this?!

I learned Latin.

And making

all those blood candles?

Jesus, I...

I killed so many ducks.

And Debra...

made a lovely cake.

I ate a goddamn nicoise salad

to make room

for this cocksucker,

and now I can't even look at it!

And you...

you said I could trust you!

And you fall in love with him?!

Chief, you got a call

from the Imperial Dark Majesty

on line 1.

That's, uh... that's Eric,

and I have to take this.

Well, we did it, Candy!

And all because you taught me

to believe in myself.

Well, I don't want

to take all the credit.

I mean, you did teach me a thing

or two, as well.

Hey, I got a silly,

crazy, little old idea.

What say you and me become

a boyfriend-girlfriend

mystery-solving team,

banging kids on the side?

I already know

what our first case will be...

the Chico County Orange Crisis.

About that,

I already cracked the case.

Wow. That was f***ing fast.

Where are your clues, partner?

I'm a bag of oranges.

What?

I'm a bag of oranges.

That's not a clue.

That's not a clue.

Search your feelings.

You know it to be true.

Bag of oranges, get in here!

Top 10 reasons magic isn't real.

Number 10,

I have prayed to a genie

to take me away

from my abusive home life,

and it never showed up.

Candace, please, no!

Ew! Oh, gosh!

But I love you!

If you love me,

you know what you have to do.

I do.

Look, he's talking to that bag

of oranges again.

Do it. Save Chico.

I will always...

love you.

N-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!

I don't want to call things

too early,

but up here in the sky,

it looks like

Chico's orange crisis

might be solved.

Whoo!

Hi, my baby!

- Sizzler?!

- My baby!

Sizzler?

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