All right, I'm gonna give this "Rainbow" thing another five minutes, and if it don't show up quick, then I am goin' down to the store and gettin' a hot-rod magazine, 'cause they got the chicks with the boobs in there!
FFlargan
[looking at Carl through binoculars] Excellent, another victim falls prey to me brilliant e-mail plan. Soon we will have enough treasure to rule all of New Jersey.
MMerle
Flargan, he doesn't really look like he has any money...or a job, or a wallet.
FFlargan
Well I...I'm sure he has some decent tennis shoes.
MMerle
He doesn't even have pockets. Look, he's wearing sweatpants.
FFlargan
Dingle, engage the rainbow machine!
[Dingle turns on the machine]
Yeah, here come the gold! Aw, look at this now, I don't see crap in there. I know this game. This is how they get you. :[He gets sucked up in the rainbow, and lands flat on his back in the forest]
FFlargan
Yes, fat man, this IS how we get you!
Hey there, where's the gold there?
FFlargan
Flip-flops? What is this!?
MMerle
What did I say? No money, no job, no taste.
MMerle
[upon seeing Master Shake and Meatwad] What in the hell is that?! You know this whole plan is attractin' nothin' but a bunch of goobers.
FFlargan
What do their shoes look like?
MMerle
Seems kinda stupid doing this whole thing for shoes.
FFlargan
It's not just for shoes! It's...it's for...
MMerle
It's for what? This Bananarama tape with no case? We really scored big on that one, didn't we, buddy?
Look, all I know is that this cord here was plugged into my house, and your house was glowin' like the frickin' sun! So I put two and two together there hey, and decided that you're pissin' me off.
We are truly sorry, Carl, and it will probably never happen again. Can we have our cord back?
No, no there. I'm just gonna keep it there, since it's uh, mine anyways.
[Frylock, Master Shake and Meatwad return home to find Carl tied up with silk, hanging from the ceiling]
What have you done with him?
I just laid a thousand of my eggs inside his esophagus. You know, I need to propagate my species and, he's bein' a baby about it.
You know, we have a cloner.
[Inside Frylock's office, a timer dings]
[Winged monsters, made from a mix of insect and brownie DNA, burst out of Frylock's office]
[Frylock, Master Shake and Meatwad run outside]
Wait, you have a pool? [Brownie monsters swarm the living room] Oh, my God-
[Out in the backyard]
You put a brownie in my cloning device, didn't you?
No! Yes. I don't know. Maybe! Look, that was six weeks ago! I locked the door; let 'em just duke it out.
Meatwad': You didn't lock the door, it was out in the yard...!
[A huge swarm of brownie monsters attacks]
(knocks on Carl's door) Hello, Carl. I am Ignignokt, and this is Err.
We are Mooninites from the inner core of the Moon.
Our race is hundreds of years beyond yours.
Man, do you hear what he's sayin'?!
Some would say that the Earth is our moon.
But that would belittle the name of our moon... which is the Moon.
The point is, we're at the center. Not you!
No, the real point is: I don't give a damn! (slams door)
