-In the management office-
Johnny: Ay, yo! I gots anotha mission for y'all.
Chris: Johnny, don't we have to go on tours and stuff? We don't have time for missions
Johnny: Shut-up, foo! Befoe I busta cap on yo ass.
Chris: *cough* Sorry.
Johnny: Dat be right. So ya see, y'all know da show Roswell?
Joey: Hell yes! Monday Nights on the WB @ 9:00pm.(Everyone looks at Joey suprised) Liz is really hott...ohh..and Isabel, ROWR. (Everyone looks like they understand now)
Johnny: Anyways, alla them got kidnapped like fer real. Y'all gotsta go down to Roswell, find 'em and save 'em from Howie Dorough.
JC: Howie kidnapped them? Oh lord..
Lancth: I knew it! That slut! He wanted to get Max all to himself--I, I just know it.
Chris: Riight
Justy: Ay, yo dat Isabel chick be pretty fly.
Johnny: Why ya fools be sittin here and talking foe? Get cho white asses to Roswell!
-Everyone leaves on an airplane to go to Roswell. Meanwhile, in the Boys Chamber in Howie's hiding place...
Max: Look, we've got to find a way out of here.
Michael: It's too late Max, can't you see that? We got kidnapped by the gayest guy in the world. There's no way he'd make a secret passage-way in this room, no way.
Sheriff Valenti: Calm down guyss. I think I hear him coming.
Howie: enters the room It has begun.
Kyle: What has begun?
Howie: it.
Alex: What is "it"?
Howie: Uh...well, it was in the *wink* script *Drool* so I guess I'll have to make up "it" then, huh? *wink*
Michael: (mumbling) Gawd, no
Max: Look, why did you kidnap us?
Howie: *drool* Because they paid me to *wink*
Sherrif: Who?
Howie: (looks at hand with written lines) Uh, MWHAHAHAHH (he exits the room, then quickly re-enters) Oh, uh, that's what you'll have to figure out. MWHAHAH (re-exits)
Michael: Great, just great. I say the next time gay drool boy comes back in, we just all jump him.
Max: Easy Michael, we don't know what he's capable of.
-On the plane
Flight Attendant: Ok, all passengers buckle your seatbelts.
Joey: Uh, can you buckle mine, missy? *winks* It seems to be uh, loose.
Flight Attendant: *smiles* Sure (buckles Joey's seat belt so its soo tight he can't breathe) Enjoy your flight *smiles*
Joey: Justin! Can't...breathe..
Justin: Man, do I gotsta do everything foe yo ass? (loosens belt)
Joey: Thanx Justin
-They arrive in the desert somewhere in Roswell.
JC: Dude, they could be anywhere.
Chris: Yeah, how are we supposed to find them?
Justin: Yo, dese sun rays be wack. Dey is gonna make mah fro all frizzy.
JC: It's so hott....water...watah
Joey: Baskin Robins......Baskin Robins! (walks around and falls in a trap hole) AHHH!
Chris: Holy crap! Maybe that's where Howie's hiding the people.
Lancth: I am NOT going down that hole. It will mess up my new-found hottness.
JC: Screw your hottness. We gotta save 'em. Plus, Joey's in there Lance, JOEY.
Lance: My baby poo! *sniff* I'm coming! (jumps in hole head first)
JC: (injects crack) I'm hyper man, just hypa! (jumps high and falls in hole)
Justin: (looks in hole Yo, I aint goin' down dat. Mah fro might get stuck in those bolts.
Dude, it's just like a McDonald's slide.
Justin: Ok, but if mah hair is messed up once I be down there, I is gonna opoen a can of whoop Chris's old ass.
Chris: Just go! (pushes justin)
Justin: MAMA NOOO!
Chris: Man, I gotta retire. Haha, retire. I'm too young for that. Ha! HA-HA! I kill me. I am going down@ down, down, down! (jumps in hole)
-All of them are in a room filled with colorful balls like in McDonalds-
Chris: Hey guys, where's Joey?
-All of them dig underneath the balls
Justin: I found his fat ass! (Joey is in the bottom of the floor)
JC: How'd he get all the way there?
-Howie appears on the TV on the corner of the wall.
Howie: *wink* His molecular structure *drool* was so big *wink* that the balls could not *drool* make him float *wink* I have kidnapped all of you. YOU WILL RESPECT MY AUTHORITAHH!
JC: Hey! That's my line!
Howie: How can it be your line when you wont exist anymore? MWHAHAH (screen goes blank)
Justin: Ah don't believe dat fool. (pulls out cell phone) I is gonna call mah Mom. (phone doesn't work) Damn. Can't a brotha call him Moms?
Chris: Dude, you're white.
Justin: Yeah, and you is young.
JC: (sniffs crack and jumps up and down. Balls go flying everywhere)
Chris: Dammit JC!
Lance: I know! How about I go back up that hole, find a way back down, and save everyone? That way, I'll be even hotter.
Justin: Hells nah. I is gonna do dat. I is still the hottes.
Lance: Hahah. Not with that fro you're not.
Justin: Ay, shut-up. (goes up slide, but falls back down.) Damn.
Chris: Guys, we gotta find a way out before Joey suffocates and JC becomes even more spastic.
-In the girls chamber
Liz: I hope the guys are safe.
Isabel: They are. Max and Michael will find a way.
Maria: Yeah, but how are you so sure?
Isabel: They will....they have to.
Maria: Oh great, that's all we can rely on.
Maria: We have no other choice.
-Back with *N Sync.
Joey: (head pops up out of balls) Hey guys! I found a way out!
Chris: Where?
Joey: There's this thing under all of these balls. Kind of like thes hole we fell in before, except with a thicker cover.
JC: *jumpin* Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go!
-They all go and fall into Howie's office while he's taking a dump.
Lance: Damn, that hurt my pretty ass. (like that dude in the snickers commercial) I'm so pretty, I'm so pretty.
Chris: Lance, shut-up!
Lance: *does the Roger Rabit* Pretty pretty dancing, Pretty pretty danc-
Chris: (slaps Lance)
Lance: Sorry.
JC: I think this is Howie's room.
Justin: How do you know dat, foo?
Justin: Ohh.
Howie: *constipatedly* UGHH, AHHH! AHHHHH! EEEEE! OOOO! *flush*
Chris: Holy shit!