Neon Joe, Werewolf Hunter

Previously on "Neon Joe, Werewolf He-yump"...

He's my Elon Musk-type associate.

Moon is alive.

Yeah, we hear you. Moon is alive.

You stole my ex-wife and left her for dead!

Joe, don't leave me!

Joe, you're under arrest for the murder of Plaid Jeff.

Joe.

I got a bad feeling about this.

Don't you worry about nothin', Cleve, all right?

Joe all cool as a cucumber.

Matter of fact,

this the only evidence I need to win the case.

All rise for

the Honorable Judge Kelly Wong.

So, has the jury reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

We find Neon Joe...

...guilty... - No!!

...of first-degree murder.

Very well.

The court hereby...

I'd like to make an offer.

The court recognizes

Elon Musk-type, billionaire inventor,

Vance Dontay.

Your Honor, if it please the court...

...I'd like to house Neon Joe, for free,

in my private maximum-security prison,

"Foursome Country."

Deal.

No!

No!!

Noooooo!!

No!!

The world of lycanthropic justicide

bid farewell to a legend today

as Plaid Jeff's murderer, Neon Joe,

was sentenced to life in prison.

You in Foursome Country now!

Ooh, fresh meat walkin'!

Hey.

So, uh, welcome.

I'm... I'm... I'm Terry, by the way.

That's a cool eye patch.

What happened?

What are you lookin' for? A tunnel.

Or the beginnin' of a tunnel

so I can escape, clear my name.

There are no tunnels in here.

But, uh, I could show you around the prison.

Maybe we find one.

There's no tunnels in there.

This is our wheelchair factory, very popular.

Hey, Bobby.

Hey, I got a new cell mate.

Yeah, so, no tunnels in there, either...

uh, definitely.

Hey, Gar, who's it goin'? I got a new cell mate.

Oh! Country-music star, Joshy Cashington,

is gonna be playin' one song here tonight.

Well, I've always wanted to see the man

who prefers to be exclusively clad

in midnight blue.

Oh, and tomorrow night is the big costume ball

at the lady prison down the river.

Hey, uh, why does it say "head nod" in parenthetical?

Oh, yeah.

The sign was confusing.

Yeah, we thought there was something wrong with the guy's neck,

so they put "head nod" in parentheses

to clarify that he wasn't hurt.

He's just noddin' his head

toward the lady prison down the river.

The Mexicans wanted to go in black face,

and the blacks wanted to go in Mexican face,

till everyone realized it was Big Lair's plan

to start a race war.

Who Big Lair?

That's him, with his Nazi, skinhead, doo-wop group,

White-Acca-Power.

They run the cafe's open-mic night.

Big Larry might be the devil,

but he got the voice of an angel.

You got to call him "Big Lair."

Last guy to call him Big Larry was never heard from again.

Are you eyeballin' me, new meat?

No.

Just wonderin' why an Aryan named "Larry"

would call himself "Big Lair" and not "Big Larryan."

Missed opportunity for a super-cool pun.

I could kill you right now.

Don't do it, Big Lair.

You kill him, then no dance

at the ladies prison down the river,

and you don't get your jollies.

Think about your jollies, Big Lair.

Yeah.

Neon Joe, you got a visitor.

Seem like this conversation is to be... be...

a-be-bah-be-di-bop, boo-da-la-bah,

a-be-da-bah-dah-boo-dah,

shamma-lamma-continued.

Don't worry about Oahu Joe's.

I'm taking good care of her.

Oh, hey, do know

that Yuri used to be an actual cosmonaut?

Yeah, he keeps askin' somethin' about, like,

where you keep the hearts

of the werewolves you killed?

Weird.

Yuri's so funny.

He was over there the other day,

and he had a napkin on his head.

We started putting napkins on our heads too.

What the hell?

What are you, moon, huh?

Oh?

Oh, coming!

Hey!

I've been lookin' all over for you.

Joshy Cashington's about to play his one song.

Oh, well, let's go hear it.

You boys ready to hear one song?

Yeah!

I hate to add to y'all's misery, but, uh...

it seems that my bass player,

he done gone and broke his arm.

Tommy? Get on out here, Tommy!

Now, who did this to you, Tommy?

It wasn't me, right?

Right?!

So, unless one of y'all can come up here,

take Tommy's place,

I'm afraid I can't play for y'all today.

Oh, my goodness. Well, hey.

This here ain't no ordinary bass, men.

This here is the long bass.

Yeah!

All right.

It seems that we got two confident souls

think that they can play the long bass.

Let's see, now.

How about you with the eye patch?

Yeah, I like a man with a gimmick.

You come on up here. Let's hear it.

If you're as good as you think you are,

you should have no trouble keepin' up.

One, two, three, he'yow!

Ho!

That's my cell mate!

No waitin' till after the dance.

I kill him tonight.

You can't do that, Big Lair.

He's a white man like us.

Shame he ain't one of them white Jews.

Then it'd be all right.

That's it.

Convince him to convert,

and then I get my jollies all over that Jew.

Whoo! That's right!

Let's hear it! All right!

Wow!

What'd you say your name was?

Neon Joe.

Well, Joe, you just did me a solid.

Now, you let me know

if ever I can return that favor.

Well, he-yump.

Now, one more hand for Neon Joe,

the most musically-talented inmate

in all of Foursome County Prison.

Aah!

What goin' on he-yump.

Well, um, see, uh,

me and the boys were, uh, wondering...

well, hoping...

Will you help us learn the long bass?

Oh-ho!

Yeah, we put some 2x4s together and some laces

and, uh, made one.

Well, look at that.

We got off on the wrong foot.

I'd like to apologize.

I brought you my favorite book from the prison library

as a peace offering.

Your favorite book, the Torah?

Marked a couple passages that resonated with me, so...

Yeah, when I reach for scripture,

I-I go for the "Book o' Joe," psalm 69.

This is the word of God,

as told to Moses, retold,

passed down from generation to generation

for 5,000 years.

You know, it sound to me like

you tryin' to get me to convert to Judaism

so you can murder me for being a Hebrew.

Why don't you make your covenant with God

and find out?