Airheads Page #3

Hey. The thing took my card.

- Oh, sh*t.

All right. Stand back.

What are you doing, MacGyver?

Open it up. I'm gonna short-circuit it.

Nah.

- We almost got in. That's too bad. Let's go.

Hey, Pip, you quitting on us?

- The door's locked.

You flake. You don't care about this band.

You run around all day in your fudgies.

Not true.

- It is too.

I always gotta tell you to put pants on.

- He's making this up.

Will you both shut up, please?.

OK. You're brothers, all right?

We haven't lucked out yet. Stay here, Pip.

Agh. You got a big mouth, man.

Hey, Pip.

Oh, my God.

Pip. Pip.

Oh, my... Here.

Are you all right? Cos I'm really sorry.

I just came out for a cigarette.

It's all right. Don't worry about it.

- I'm really sorry. I just came out and bonk.

Hi.

- Hi.

Suzzi, caller 50 needs some tickets.

Sh*t. I gotta go. Bye.

Yeah. Sweetness.

Come on.

There we go.

You wanna make a change,

right? Get serious...

...about your look at Hair Bomb on Melrose.

What, Doug?

- Um, here, see. It's all there.

Coloring, razor cuts, popcorn, perms and

weaves. It brings out the rock star in you.

Well, this is beautiful.

- Well, I try to be a team player.

I may need you to come in tomorrow.

I'm cutting loose some dead weight.

There'll be a lot going on.

Oh, boy.

What's the problem?

- Well, I've been having a little bit of, uh...

...itching on my... It could be hemorrhoids.

- I don't wanna hear that.

I know. It's just that I made

an appointment with my proctologist...

...to get some type of cream or something.

So you're gonna leave me high and dry?

That's a nice team attitude.

Well, I suppose I could

come in for most of Saturday.

And Sunday.

- Well, yeah, yeah.

Now, when are you planning

on breaking this to everyone?

I thought I'd wait for

exactly the right moment.

I mean, these things require

a certain measure of delicacy.

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Hey.

We're a band.

Of course. The Partridge Family.

Which one of you is Laurie?

Get out.

- We came to talk to you about a demo tape.

We were wondering if you could set us up

like you did with the Sons of Thunder.

How did you morons get in?

They've got electronic locks on the doors.

We had to break in.

This place is sealed up like a dolphin's butt.

- Watertight.

Let me get this straight.

Um...

You guys are an unsigned band...

...and you broke into the radio station

to get your demo played on the air?

That's about the skinny of it.

- And what sound...

...are you megastars of the future hip to?

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