Okay, this just in dudes. Turns out Sid's Mom got pissed 'cause Sid "spiked" the family dinner with Ex-Lax, and his dad spent all night shitting! Yeah, uhm, then there was the whole "sumthin's wrong, let's go to hostipal" thing. Anyway, she checked him into Ex-Lax Rehab. Sid buzzes around the ceiling for a while, and then sees these folks having fun in the corner. He flies over to them, and says...
Sid: Buzzzzz..... first off, bite me. How are you? Buzzzzz....
Dave: Ewwww, man what's wrong with you?!? Go away, dude, it's not Halloween!
Sid: Buzzzz....what is this Halloween? Never heard of. Oh, yeah, fuck you!!
Sam: You freak! Go play with Richard and Rudy over there!!!
Sid: Buzzzzz....you people=shit!!!
Sid begins to reminisce about when he used to be tied to Shawn constant. Him miss him Clown. Clown miss him bitch.
Sid: Buzzzzz...sniff sniff, Me miss be Clown's pet bitch!!!
Sid flies over to the ceiling fan, and ties his string to it. He then turns the fan on, and flies around in circles with the fan.
Meanwhile, at Granja de la Slipknot...
Shawn: God dammit!!! Where the hell is my bitch!!!
Joey: (to Shawn) He's on the fucking phone, here, dude! (to Sid) So you want me to do what?
Back At EA (Ex-Laxaholics Anonymous)
Sid: Buzzzzzzzzz..... Yeah, man. Yeah, muthafucka. Hook me up wit' da shit. Buzzz... Yeah, you know where. Buzzzz...sho' nuff, mo' fo. Buzzzz...buzzzz....
The hostipal type guy that was sitting there monitoring Sid's phone call then walks off muttering, "Damn, the dude's addicted to Ex-Lax, addicted to crack, what the hell else is he on?"
Granja de la Slipknot
Joey: Okay, I'll get it there as soon as I can... (hangs up phone)
Shawn: Come back here, dammit!
Shawn runs by chasing a duck, with his yarn dangling out of his hand.
Shawn: God dammit!! I'm just gonna tie this yarn around ya!! Slow up, damn you!!
Shawn runs around the corner, and right into Mick. Shawn's eyes light up. Suddenly...
Shawn: I got ya!!!
Shawn quickly ties his string around Mick's ankle.
Shawn: C'mon, now! You're my new bitch! Fly mother fucker, fly!!!
Mick slowly brings Shawn into view. He then brings his hand very carefully from behind his back, and, SMAT!!! clubs Shawn in the head.
Mick: Grrrr....Mick not Clown's bitch...grrrr...fuck off!!!
Joey and Corey walk into the room.
Joey: Yo, dude! We gotta get a bunch of Ex-Lax together!
'Knot starts rummaging through the cabinets. Joey hops up on the counter so he can see too. He then starts throwing cans over his head, this way and that. Joey throws one, and it hits Mick in the head!
Mick: Grrrrr...die now....
Joey: Uh, oh....
Joey hops off the counters and starts running. Mick thunders behind him, swinging his club, and knocking holes in the wall, and stuff off of tables.
Mick: Grrrr...c'mere damn you!!!
Joey shoots out of the door, and runs down the road. Meanwhile, Corey finds a box of Ex-Lax. He pulls it down out of the cabinet. The light bounces off of it just right. Suddenly...
Corey: OH, MY GOD!!! I found a box of Ex-Lax.
Suddenly, Corey and Jim hear a loud thud, and then...
Joey: (pained cries) Oh, god! Please! Stop! (thud) Please! No! (thud) Oh, god! You broke my nail!! (thud)
'Knot continues until they think they have plenty of Ex-Lax. They then begin loading the Ex-Lax into the back of their infamous Trak-Tour.
Back at AE
Sid, crazy from Ex-Lax withdrawal, has began doing ballet in the middle of the rec room. He does a pirouette, fondue, and an Écarté derrière.
What they are:
Pirouette - Whirl or Spin
Fondue - Sinking down
Écarté derrière - Separated, thrown wide apart
In The Trak-Tour...
Corey sits in the back with the Ex-Lax. Joey is curled up in a corner, crying from his beating. Shawn is still trying to clear his head. Mick is driving. Jim is muttering something about smashing Tokyo. Chris is playing with his nose. Paul is pigging out with his slop bucket, and Craig is sharpening the points on his helmet. Mick cranks up the Jeffrey Dahmer Band's hit song, "Bite
Corey: OH, MY GOD!!! It's a corn field dude!!! I ain't never seen one a those around here!!
AE...
Sid: (turning circles in place) Buzzzzz....I am so pretty....zzzzuuzuzzzuubbuuuzzz....I am so pretty....I am so pretty....buzzzzz...
In The Trak-Tour (twenty minutes later)...
Corey: Dude! It's a good thing we stopped to get that corn! We probably won't see any more of that stuff for a long time!
The Trak-Tour comes up over a hill, and 'Knot sees...
Shawn: You fucking idiot! There's corn fields for the next hundred fucking miles!!! Get the hell out! Get the hell out!!!
Corey feels rather sheepish, and looks down. Suddenly...
Corey: OH, MY GOD!!! IT'S DENISE RICHARDS!!!
Corey grabs up a box, rips the top off, and begins humping it. He goes crazy, and falls off the side of the Trak-Tour. He continues to hump it for a few seconds. Then...
Corey: Ahhhhhhh......OH SHIT!!! THE TRAK-TOUR IS LEAVING ME!!!
Corey takes off running after the Trak-Tour.
Chris: Faster! Faster! There's a perv chasing us!!!
Mick hops down out of the drivers seat.
Mick: Grrrr....puppy-kitten...you drive....
One of Mick's puppy-kittens hops into the drivers seat and stomps on the gas. Mick begins walking to the back of the Trak-Tour. He looks around, and sees everyone doing their own thing. Chris is whacking off his nose. Shawn is digging at his 'nads like he's got crabs or something. Paul is busy sniffing and scratching his pits. Joey's got one of those "It's A Girl Thing" things in his corner and he's making him some bead hairbows and stuff. Craig and Jim are in the corner, comparing each others dick sizes, and three of Mick's puppy-kittens are sitting there talking to each other with seal noises, and clapping. Mick continues walking to the back of the Trak-Tour. When he gets there, he clubs Corey in the head, and drags his half-dead carcass into the back of the Trak-Tour.
Finally, At AE...
Joey: Hi! Aren't I so pretty?
Lady at Desk: You're just lovely, ma'am. How can I help you?
Joey: Yeah, uh, we're here to see Sid Wilson. We're his dope dealers. AND I AM NOT A GIRL! I AM A MANLY MAN!!!
Lady at Desk: (wiping Joey spit off of face) Yes, whatever you say ma'am.
Joey: (getting upset) I'm a man!!!
Lady at Desk: Yes, I know you are ma'am.
Joey: I'm a man!! Really!! Look!! (starts unzipping his pants)
Mick clubs Joey before he can get his pants down, and then throws him over his shoulder.
Mick: Grrrr....ignore fruit-fly.....not take medication this morning...
Slipknot meets up with Sid, and hands him several thousand little bags of a brown powdery substance.
Chris: (constantly playing with nose) Yo, man. Check it out, G. Here da shit, yo. Just like you wanted it.
Sid: Buzzzz....Yay! Just what I wanted!
Sid starts doing backflips.
Shawn: Yo, what the fuck is wrong with my bitch?!
Shawn goes and slaps Sid in the back of the head. Sid falls into a sitting position and starts crying.
Sid: Buzzzzz....I want my mommyyyyyyyy!!!!!!
Shawn: What the fuck? Get the hell up!! Right now, god damn you!!! Mick! Gimme your club!!
Mick walks over and clubs Shawn.
Shawn: What the fuck! I said hand me your god damn club, not hit me in the head!!!
Mick holds his club out to Shawn. Shawn grabs it. Mick lets go. The club falls to the ground, and Shawn can't pick it up!
Shawn: God dammit!!!
Shawn throws his end of the club down, and pick up a newspaper. He then chases Sid around with it. They run around a corner. Then...
Sid: Buzzz.... (getting swatted) Ow! (swat) Ow! (swat) Quit! (swat) Stop! (swat) Don't!
Finally, Shawn brings Sid from around the corner.
Sid: (dazed) Buzzz...look at all the pretty little birdies...
Sid starts flying around in circles repeating "pretty birdy, pretty birdy, pretty birdy"....
Shawn: Damn it all to hell...
Shawn reaches up, snatches Sid down, and takes him around the corner again.
When Sid Finally Regains His Senses...
Sid sneaks into the kitchen, and when the "chef" isn't looking, he "spikes" the mac and cheez whiz with his Ex-Lax. Sid picks up one of the bags, reaches in, and gets a creamy white substance on his hand.
Sid: Buzzz...ooooo...new vanilla flavor!!
At "Group Dinner"...
Dave: Mmmmmmmm.....this is some good mac an' cheez whiz!!!
Sam: Dude, my stomach is tore up bad!
Richard: (prissy voice) Oh, god!!
Rudy lets one rip.
Richard: Oooo, honey! I told you about passing gas before me! (sniff, sniff) Uuuuuuuuhhhhh....
Richard passes out in the floor.
Sid: Buzzzzz....ah, behold, the POWER of CHEESE!!!!
All hell then breaks loose. Everyone is running around in circles, shitting all over themselves, and looking for a toilet to squat on. Meanwhile Shawn sneaks in undetected, and ties his yarn on his bitch's ankle.
Shawn: C'mon here, dammit!!!
Shawn sneaks Sid out of Ex-Lax Rehab, and they hop in the Trak-Tour. Mick's puppy-kitten then guns the gas, and they get the hell outta there.