Not the Three Stooges XXX Page #2

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Come here, groundhog.

Thanks, fellas.

Hey, Moe, do you know what day today is?

No clue.

It's your birthday.

Really?

To us it is,

because today

is the day that you came into our lives.

So, what would you

like as a birthday present?

Uh... I'm good.

This lollypop's really hitting the spot.

Now, come on.

Come on, there's got to be something

that would make your birthday complete.

Just go crazy, champ.

Anything your heart desires.

Well, when you put it that way.

Well? What is it?

He, uh...

He wants us to go back

and get his two friends.

Moe.

Three youngsters are

an awful lot to take on all at once.

Don't you see, Pop, that's the beauty of it.

It's not going to cost you a dime extra.

Them two termites can bunk with me.

I'll even split my meals with them.

Yeah, I don't know, Moe...

And you don't have to worry about

sending them to fancy schools

because they're not interested

in reading or numbers.

Heavy lifting and ditch digging,

that's their dream.

Wow.

Those guys really mean a lot to you,

don't they?

They're all I've ever had.

Moe's right, honey.

We can't possibly

separate these three boys.

There we go. That's my mom talking.

Forget it! It was a bad idea.

I don't want nothing.

Mommy, Daddy.

Please!

Don't go.

Moe!

Moe, what are you doing back?

Uh...

I...

Come on, spill it. What happened?

They were full of baloney.

As soon as we got on the road,

they start spouting off

about me eating my veggies

and washing behind my ears and chores!

Get this, they wanted me to clean the pool

and squeegee the tennis courts.

Every week! Oh, and by the way...

That's for all the stupid things

you did while I was gone.

I told you he'd find out.

Come on. Let's go start a small brushfire

and whiz it out.

It's 12:
05 and nothing rang.

Weren't those morons

supposed to fix the bell last week?

Have patience, Sister Mary-Mengele,

they do their best.

At least they're working on something

in there.

Yeah, they've been at it all morning.

Yeah, well, I think I'll go have

a little word with them.

When are you clowns going to fix that...

I knew it.

It's an earthquake.

Man the lifeboats.

Women and children first.

It's Attila the Nun.

She's 100 yards out and closing fast.

You're lucky I'm not in charge

or you three would've been run out of here

a long time ago.

Now, get up on that roof and fix the bell,

you no-good lazy bums!

Who're you calling lazy?

You! And if any of yous

have got a problem with it

you can step forward right now.

Oh, yeah? You got something to say?

Go ahead, champ. Show her who's boss.

And left, right, left.

Left, right, left.

Left, right, left. Left, right, left.

And company halt. Drop anchor.

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