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Hello, folks.
This week we're gonna visit one of America's colonies,
deep in the wilds of the lost continent of...
acromeglia.
Of course, all professional travelogue hosts know that
you need the proper gear
for a hazardous journey such as this.
And with that in mind, we now go to the most
important outlet for such gear,
the vacation wig store.
Not just any wig will do.
Right you are, Ren.
It's so important to have the right hair when traveling.
Now, fully prepared with the proper headgear,
we return to the studio.
The final step for us is to pack our bags
with only the most useless of necessities.
Things that are hard to come by in foreign countries,
such as various forms of processed meats.
And you will also need...
wieners !
You gotta get your vitamin "w," you know.
And last, but not least,
the most valued item to bring overseas,
even more valuable than gold...
chewing gum !
And now, with our belongings neatly packed,
it's time to load them up on...
the wildebeest !
Oh, my back, my back.
Oh...
well, here we are at the airport.
And there's our plane.
Ain't she a beaut ?
Our brains swell with anticipation
as we board our aircraft.
Welcome to Acromegli-air, Flight 0-13.
Please fasten your seat belts as we prepare for departure.
Remember, Stimpy, as envoys of our country,
we must happily accept customs which may seem hideous to us.
Look, Ren, the townspeople have come out to greet us.
Hee, hee !
Looks like the locals are greeting us with
a traditional display of their fireworks.
Greetings, o gentle folk of acromeglia.
Hello, old el friend-Os.
Uh, la cucaracha tiene grandes huevos, n'est-Ce pas ?
Thank you, thank you.
We feel very honored indeed.
In fact, I was--
Oh, well, I--
we now partake of the traditional
welcoming ceremonies.
First, the hot head plunge.
It's truly a privilege to indulge in the ancient
customs of this fascinating land.
Uh, thanks.
And now the greatest honor of all, bestowed only upon
the most revered of foreign dignitaries:
the back-shaving ceremony.
The bath master shows us to the ancient shaving bench.
ooh...
kinda luxurious, huh, Ren ?
Next, we move onto the feast of 1,000 purges.
We're in luck, Stimpy.
They're honoring us with their national dishes,
chicken-head bread and monkey-brain soup.
Monkey-brain soup ?
I can't eat that.
It may seem repulsive, but it's our duty
as guests in a foreign land to taste of their cultural fare.
Ooh, it's icky and stinky and--
now Stimpy participates in the tasting ritual.
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