*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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Griffin slips a thin mint under his shoulder to get it off the ground and smiles at Gator. "I'm glad to be on your show, but next time, put my name in the title okay." He stands up, pats Gator on the head, and skips away as a laugh track plays in the background. "Tune in next week kids, same grif-time, same grif-channel"