Evil Bong 777

- Hey, hey, you stoned motherfuckers.

It's your favorite evil bong, Ebee.

Lemme show you what happened last time.

I'm the new owner, Lucy Furr.

All new look, all new merch.

- Why are you way hotter than you were before?

I was never not hot!

Whoa, dude.

I'm back, motherfucker!

I was stuck in Sexy Hell,

no thanks to that walking boner, Rabbit.

- I just thought I'd drop by and see how it's going.

Big day, first day and all.

- I need strong backs and weak minds

to help me enslave the world.

- And you can help me sacrifice more people

so I can open a portal to Sexy Hell?

I wanna see Satan!

I'm like his number one fan.

It's called Sexy Hell,

but you don't want no part of that shit.

Sarah?

You know these people?

- Hi ya, dicks. You're all lookin' a little pastry.

What, are you not happy to see me?

The Ginger Little Dick Man!

How the hell did you get here?

I whacked a demon in Sexy Hell

and jumped through a flaming pussy.

Did you say, "Sexy Hell"?

- Sexy Hell, and that's where I'm going,

even if I have to whack all of you to do it.

You're coming with me!

No! Hey! Huh? Oh! Ah!

Hey! Hey! I'm not goin' back to that shithole!

Who are you?

- I am Beelzebud, High Priest of Sexy Hell.

I'm your greatest disciple.

I kneel humbly before you.

- Ebee is a conduit to the world above.

She can open a permanent portal.

It'd be Sexy Hell on Earth!

Let's do it!

The girls are gone.

We need to work together!

To fight a monster,

one must create a monster.

Oh!

Flour!

Brown sugar!

For the final ingredient!

Ginger weed.

It's alive!

Who the fuck are you?

Your worst nightmare:

I'm Gingerweed Man.

Luann is mine.

You, sir, must be weedinated.

- Oof! Oh sweetie, What are you doing there?

Oh, whoa! Oh shit!

- See what happens with teamwork?

- You losers will be working for me!

Wait 'til I get my revenge.

It's gonna be so bad.

And sexy!

- Wait, you've done all this before?

- Young lady, Rabbit has done it all.

All!

I'd like to propose a toast.

To father.

Aw.

Thanks, uh, son?

That's it.

- You really saved our hashes, Weedy.

You are a boopified hero!

The fuck is that?

Not again!

Boop boop.

- I knew that crazy bitch wasn't finished being a bitch.

Now what?

- Lucy Furr, she--she's trying to reopen the portal

but she isn't strong enough.

But who knows how long it'll take

for her to regain her powers?

- Hey, ain't ya gonna do something, Weedy?

Like save us or something?

I got it!

I got it.

What?

- It. Give me a phone!

Here.

There.

There what?

There.

There what?

Ladies, your chariot awaits.

Boop!

Oi, need a ride?

Took you long enough.

Everybody in!

C'mon, inside! Inside!

Boop.

Oh, Vapocup!

Pray tell, what easterly winds

doth blow the leaves on the bough?

Say again?

Where are we going?

- Where would you go hide

from a over-sexed skank and a demonic overlord?

- Prophets foretell of the Valley?

No, the other place.

- We're going to Branson?

Oh my god, I've always wanted to see dead celebrities

propped up on the stage.

No, the other place.

We're going to Vegas!

Vegas, motherfuckers.

- I've never heard of this

ride-share service before.

What is it?

Splyft.

Splyft? Why is it called that?

Show her, driver!

Roger Dodger.

Road weed!

Holy shit.

- Tonight, we take the high road.

Cut that shit right out.

- Man, what them dicks did was fucked up.

I know. The nerve.

- I've been so bummed, man, I ain't even

felt like havin' a orgy or nuttin'.

Sexy Hell's, like, not as sexy right now.

- There has to be a way to go back through the portal

and get our revenge on those fuckers.

I dunno man, what's the point?

We tried.

- The point is, I have unfinished business

with those losers, and I'm going to finish it.

Yeah, yeah.

There's no hell like an evil bitch scorned.

Except Sexy Hell, which, if I'm bein' honest,

kinda sucks right now.

No, fuck this.

You just stand there and be whack.

Imma go get my sexy back.

I'll show you whack.

Whack right across the back of that head of yours.

Hey, that sounds kind of sexy.

After all, this is--

Sexy Hell. I know!

Fuck yeah! Ooh.

- They haven't heard the last of Lucy Furr.

- Oh, hell yeah, motherfuckers.

Look at this shit.

Oh yeah, I'm a queen motherfuckin' bong.

That's right.

It's even on the billboard.

Rabbit, wake the fuck up.

Hey everybody, wake up!

We're here!

Vegas, baby!

Whoa.

Light-o light!

Oh, look.

Oh look, Weedy?

Look! It's that!

I wanna roll some dice.

I want to roll some joints.

Now we talkin'.

- Ancient ones foretell of great fortune

to be divined from a steady hand and the rolling of bones.

What the fuck she say?

- We can make a shit ton of money here.

Rabbit wanna grab it.

Rabbit wanna grab it all.

- Ain't nothin' about that bimbo that's "all right."

Hey, I got an idea.

Aw shit, here we go.

What's Vegas known for?

Gambling.

Nope.

High-priced weed?

Nope.

Hookers?

What else is it known for?

Prostitutes?

No.

Escorts?

That's enough, son.

He's right though.

Not that I have any experience as a 17-year-old runaway

who would do anything to make a buck.

TMI.

You're not so mysterious anymore, skank.

- I still don't know what's a Vegas.

Shows!

Let's go see a show!

Hey driver, take us to the best show in town.

Heeey!