One sunny Saturday morning, JC woke up for his usual peanut butter and toast with a healthy coating of crack, when he discovered that they were out of food! So he went into all the guys bedrooms to wake everyone up and go grocery shopping.

JC: Chris, wake up! You're not gonna sleep in this morning!

Chris:*jumping on bed* EEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEHEEEEHEEE SLEEP?! WHAT'S SLEEP?

JC: *backs slowly away from Chris* uhhhh....nevermind. Get in your carseat, we're going to the store.

Justin: Oh muh ma freakin God! We iz out o' Apple Jacks! And git Sheniquah's ass back ova' heeah.

JC: We are going to the grocery store right now Justin. And who is Sheniquah?

Justin: Nevamind, git out o' my bizness

*JC walks into Joey's room* Joey, get up we're....*small feminine sigh emits from the other side of Joey...."Mommy, just five more minutes"* uhhh who's that?

Joey: uhhh, it's nobody, nobody.

*the covers lift up and Lance appears from under them*

Lance: Uhhhh, I was scared to go to the bathroom by myself. My Big Bird nightlight burned out in the middle of the night and I had that nightmare about the clowns again, so I came to my honey bunn-uh, I mean Joey's room.

JC: Um, riiiight *sits down on bed* Anyways, we're....UGH OH MY GOD, WHAT THE HELL IS ALL OVER YOUR BED? IT'S DRENCHED!

Lance: I uh, I........ drool in my sleep. Yeah that's it! Drool!

JC: Whatever, just get ready and get in the car. We're going grocery shopping.

Joey: FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!! And don't forget the sausages!

JC: Joey, please don't eat the whole snack food aisle again. And Lance, no makeup!

Lance: Awww.... but Howbio broke my blush when we were giving eachother a makeover last weekend!

JC: Who the hell is Howbio?

Lance: That's my pet name for Howie D. of BSB! *giggles* That rhymed!

Finally everyone piled into JC's pile of metal he calls a car. After buckleing Chris into his carseat, they were off!

Justin: Mahn, JC try not ta git pulled ova dis here tyme so we's don' gots ta tell da 5-0's dat yo' fiddy pounds o' crack iz Chris's sugar ya dayum hood rat.

Joey: Are we there yeeeet?

JC: Shutup, Joey! I'm gonna stop bringing you places!

Joey: Awwww, but I have to peeeeeee!!! And I haven't had my morning Twinkie Dog

Lance: Joeyyyyyyyy, I told you to go before we left!

Joey: I would of except you hogged the damn bathroom while putting on makeup!

Chris: EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Justin: Chris, don' speak. Ohhhh Joey dissed Lance! Go Joey, jet Joey! Brace yourself foo'!

Lance: *ignoring Justin and Joey* JC! Slow down! You're gonna make me have another accident! I only brought one pair of panty shields with me!

JC: Lance, shutup, I'm only going 20 mph

Chris: JCeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! The buckle is chafing my crotch again!!! *scratches*

JC: Chris! Stop it! The doctor told you to stop touching yourself there! I'm NOT putting that powder on your rash again!

Lance: I will! *giggles* I've never seen a-*giggles uncontrollably*

Justin: Yo Lance, dat ain't tight. Peep dis shit... and shit

JC: Dear God, we need Dani back...

Lance: Danny? Danny was my highschool sweetheart... Danny Wahlberg. *sigh*

Justin: Lance, wut iz yo' problem? An don't make me pull mah gat!

*Hunk o junk pulls into Piggly Wiggly* (ghetto grocery)

JC: OK! Everbody out!

Justin: I'm home! Where iz muh ma fuckin homies at? In da hood! *as the snow flies on a cold grey Chicago morning and a hungry little boy with a runny nose plays in the street in the ghettooooo*

Chris: *runs straight to candy aisle* BOUNCY BOUNCY! WHERE'S THE PIXIE STIX?

JC: Chris! SETTLE DOWN! Or else...

Chris: EHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE OR ELSE WHAT?! *drools*

JC: Or else I'll make Joey sit on you!

*Chris goes white as he sits down in the corner remembering the incident that scarred his life forever while rocking back and forth and sobbing*

Bag boy: Oh, hey JC, it's you again. We kept your crate in the back, I'll go get it.

JC: Thanks, Timmy. Here's a little something extra for you, make sure those Pixie Stix are 'extra special'.

Lance: *giggles* Justin is gone!

All of the sudden, the familiar sound of imitating scraching records was heard.

Justin: *in the distance* They page me Lake, Timba, Timba, Timbalake... and shit! Don't make me come ovah there bitch...

*JC searches the store in vain* Justin! Justin! Damn it, get your WHITE ass back here! *They all find Justin yelling at Snoop Dogg*

Justin: Yo, man! I can rap an beatbox TEN TYMES betta den you can, biatch! I oughta busta cap on yo ass fo eee-ven SAYIN you could rap... and shit! Slap mah fro... and shit!

Snoop: Uh, man, I just came to get some Tide. I gotta get these blood stains outta my T-Shirts somehow....

Lance: Actually Mr. Doggy Dog, Dynamo gets those stains out better. I should know. *giggles*

Snoop: Yeeeeah uh thanks... man?

*Lance giggles again*

*Snoop walks... uh runs... off

Justin: Hey! Get yo pansy ass back he-a biatch!

*Snoop comes back, takes off Justin's fro wig, and reveals a brunette bowl cut*

*Everyone laughs*

*Justin runs back to the car and cries*

JC: Let's go everyone. Back to the car!

The guys get back in JC's "car" and they ride home, with empty hands and empty stomachs.