*A lost style intro plays*

*A fat man in a white suit sits at a table with other men in shadows*

Mendoza: "YES! My most diabolical plot is almost in effect. Soon all the puppies in the world will be infected with anthrax, causing all the orphan children to gruesomely die! MUHAHAHA!"

*A crash through the wall as Mark Flynn and Gator stands with their perms in the wind and guns in their hands*

"No so fast Mendoza!"

"Not you two!"

"Go suck an egg Mendoza!"

"No Mister Gator! It will be you! Who will suck eggs!"

*Mendoza presses a button underneath the table and two large eggs with legs spring out of the floor, pounce into the air and freeze frame as Mendoza laughs maniacally*


*Mark Flynn crawls through an air vent in a white vest. He's talking to Gator on a walkie talkie*

"Dammit man I need backup here!"

"Fuck! I shot a kid man!"

"I have no shoes!"

"Grrrrrrrrr. DIE HARD!

"DIE HARD!!!"


*The rain pours. A bloody Gator holds a defeated Mark Flynn in his arms*

"I promise you man! I will find who ever did this to you!"

"Y-You, don't cough ... cough ... know?"

"Know what?"

"Y-You did this ... cough ... to me!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

M. Night Shyamalan: "What a twist!"


*A studio audience claps. A knock on the door*

"Oh, that must be Flynn, right on time as always."

*Gator walks to the door and opens it. On the other side stands Griffin*

*The studio audience gasps*

Griffin: "Hey Gator. Thanks for inviting me over. Want a cookie?"

"Where's Flynn?"

Griffin: "Oh, I'm the new X-Treme Champ. So, Flynn's off the show."

"... You son of a bitch!"

*Todd leans pass the living room doorway to see the two men*

T: "DAAAYYYYUUUMMMmm."

*The studio audience laughs and Todd waves to them*

"FUCK YOU GRIFFIN!"

*Gator kicks Griffin in the nuts and throws him to the ground. Gator then elbow drops him and covers him. Todd slides in to count the pin*

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