Dude Bro Party Massacre III Page #3

You want to get into this frat?

You want to learn our secrets?

You got to get through me.

Sizzler!

Or maybe you don't have

what it takes to be a Delta Bi.

Do or die!

You think you can handle...

- this?!

- Aah!

You think you can handle this?!

Ohh!

You think...

you can handle this?

Aah!

- This?

- Aah!

This?

- Ohh!

- This?

Aah! Aah! Aah! Aahn=!

You think you can handle this?!

Do you... think...

you... can... handle... this?!

Watch me not give a sh*t!

- Sizzler!

- Ohh!

I don't care about you!

I don't care

where you came from!

Your ancestors mean nothing!

You bring shame to all of us!

Yes, sir.

Actually,

Brent was thinking about

helping us out

with our senior prank.

Oh, really?

Well, our pranks

are pretty goddamn wild.

This year's gonna

be no different.

Gonna be bonkers!

We're gonna need a real party

boy to pull off this prank.

Is that you?

You daddy's party boy?

Yes.

Look at you.

You'll never be a Delta Bi.

I'm gonna whup your ass

with my big paddle now.

It's in my closet.

Aaaaaah!

Oh, man!

- God!

- I think I captured

some genuine fear there.

God, guys!

You know how I feel

about baby dogs!

Oh! We got you so good!

Get the f*** out of here,

Samantha!

Why?!

God, guys! Guys!

I got this for Brock

for his 16th birthday.

It looks just like our childhood

dog, Dr. Bagels.

- To me... to Turbeaux!

- Ha!

To your bro!

But I need Turbeaux to trust me.

I hate puppies, too!

Unh!

Really?

Maybe you are okay, Not Brock.

Maybe you are okay.

Hey, Sizzler, get the window.

Z.Q., shut that camera off.

Brent,

think about spending the night

in my room

once I'm all moved in.

Let's check out

these prank plans.

Oh.

First, we're gonna need these.

That's tape.

Whoo!

Goddamn!

They gave us so much

of that beer stuff.

I have the spins.

I can't even read this sign.

Calm down, Nedry!

According to these plank prints,

it says the college radio

station is right up there.

So, remember,

when we get on the air,

you're gonna say,

"Dean Pepperstone eats farts,"

okay?

And be sure not to mess it up,

'cause I have to get

into this frat

to find out who was the murderer

to my brother.

Whatever you say, best friend!

They murdered my brother!

Chico Tower,

this is Pan Am flight 912,

requesting permission to land.

Okay!

Dean Pepperstone eats farts!

Dean Pepperst...

Listen, this is

air-traffic control tower.

Get off this frequency!

You get off this frequency.

I am a pilot.

I have a plane to land!

- I'm gonna crash!

- Dean Pepperstone eats farts!

Oh, God, I'm so sorry!

You Delta Bi Thetas

have done it for the last time!

You killed 250 people,

and I do not eat farts.

Listen, you need to give us

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