Don't Hang Up Page #2

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Was amaze-balls!

And when Prank Monkey gets here,

you're gonna shut the f*** up.

Whoa, hold on! What happened to

just you and me?

When you've Prank Monkey 69

in the house.

Dude is a genius at this.

Dude, you cannot be inviting

people over, all right?

If my parents...

Your parents are too busy

banging each other...

in some cheap hotel room, to

care what you're doing tonight.

Okay, thanks. Thanks for the

image, you sick f***!

Do you think your mom

blows your dad?

She seems like a giver to me.

You are in for it!

Oh, Mrs Fuller! Oh, your

titties are so huge!

Agh! Ha-ha!

Turn it off.

Besides, Prank Monkey probably

won't even show.

Little f***er hasn't texted me

back all day.

Please do not be inviting

anyone else...

and forget about making

prank calls, all right...

that sh*t is absolutely not

happening.

What's that guy's name

across the street?

The one whose dog craps

on your lawn all the time?

No, dude, not on my street.

Dude, he deserves it.

Besides you need a reaction

shot.

You wanna see him freak out,

right?

It's Larry, but please...

Ju... ju... just...

Ginelle's

Pizza, Peyton speaking.

How can I help you?

Oh, there's a lot of ways

you can help me, honey.

Well, that may be, sir, but...

A**hole, not Ginelle's man,

hang up!

Shh!

Starts and ends with taking

your order.

I'm gonna need one large

pepperoni to 1357 Ashton Lane.

Your name please?

Larry and hey, you uh, bring

that pie over here yourself.

Oh! I guarantee you

a real big tip.

Yeah, 45 minutes.

Yes!

Are you kidding?

Relax, you have caller ID

blocked.

Well, you had to order

from Peyton?

When she finds out it's a prank

from right across the street...

she's gonna know it was me.

Isn't it innocent until

proven guilty?

I am guilty.

Then just do what I do,

deny, deny, deny.

All right, all right, all right.

Let's get this sh*t started.

Uh, sir, this is Sergeant

Whetherly from Highway Patrol.

Your number was listed as an

emergency contact.

Was your wife Brenda?

But last night was so much fun.

Why are you pretending

not to know me?

Is it the wife? Is she there?

Lemme talk to her.

There was a pile up on the 118.

Multiple vehicles.

No, there must be a mistake.

Brenda went to the movies.

She was nowhere near the 118.

Obviously you're in shock.

I'm gonna pass you off

to a grief councilor...

who can help you onto

the next step.

My condolences, sir.

Are you telling me she's dead?

Uh, that's right.

I said cancer, um...

dick cancer, in fact.

You do have a life insurance

policy, right?

Maybe that could be a silver

lining?

What the hell

are you talking about?

I thought you were supposed to

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