. Ep.77  Warren is driving the kids home when he sees at the Melone's house a deformed boy wrapping himself 
with bubble wrap. "What's up with him?" Ociena then pipes up "Oh, that,  Don Melone, he's a paranoid." Mr. Gonzalas 
is beating a rug and yelling at her family. She takes one whiff of the air and screams "FOOTAMANO, FOOSHILANKA! Whele
 muy fahio." Ociena then remarks "It sounds like it smelled so bad so she had to put her foot in her hand to get rid
 of the smell, and that other word sounded like a forgein country in another galaxy or something." A moment.. "No 
Ociena that means that it stinks…. really,really, bad.." "I wouldn't know I ain 't some alien." "Damn nationlist racist."
 Kris is watching pro wrestling and Warren and the gang waltz in and change the channel to watch fixing da home; a ghetto
 story. "Hey you foos I was watching dat."  "So it's our time slot…" "I don't care about yo' time slot white trash! Only
 po' white foos would think of 
that! Only idiots would say shit likez whoopie, okie dokey, that shit when yo' scared, and all that other jazz. (Warren
 and guys give blank stare) Okay what's up with the Blues Brothers act?"  Gonna runs in and yells to Kris "Kris 
calm down yo' freak! Its alright to be angry but don’t be that way with Warren and his gang, they aren't even all white!" "It don’t matter, dey fools!"  At that time the sheriff is in the area and decides "Hey this looks just like them damn kids' house." KNOCK. Pcic answers "Yes, wait a min. I'll see who's around." Pcic then whispers "Hey Burp is here…" "Send Hope out." Warren gets up… Hope walks up to the door and turns the knob "Yes?" "I'ma lookin' for those kids." "What kids?" "You sure as hell know what's I'm talkin' 'bout." "Are you the police?" "Ma'am I'm the sheriff." "Uh, no those kids left to….uh, some town in Di? No… wait they headed for a taco shop on the border." Pushes Hope to a side "I'm goin' to take a look around.." He looks around and the house is empty (birds ran around to opposite room). "Allright Ms. Brownseed I'll take your tip, I hope you aren't wrong.." SLAM! Burp phones up some officials (we all know who they happen to be). RING RING! Warren gets up picks up the phone "Hello?" "We NeEd YoU tO gO tO dI, aNd FiNd ThE hIpPiE." "But you said we were on vacation… Anyway you can’t send us to die! Hope 
said we were in Di to the cops." "Go A rAiSe Is In StOrE." "Why do we need to look for a Hippie?" "He HaS sOmE 
vAlUaBlE iNfOrMaTiOn." Warren glances at the birds and they are off.
Warren calls back and asks "Where?" "Sc." "Shit." "Alright I have a plan Kris take the wheel I'll figure a start to
out. Big baby hisses at Kris, in turn he hisses back. Big baby's tape plays; "It ain't goin' rain no more no more." 
"It ain't goin' rain no more no more." "It ain't goin' rain no more no more." "It ain't goin' rain no more no more." 
"It ain't goin' rain no more no more."  """ " For about 14 hrs. "AH! I can't take it no more." Kris tries taking the 
tape out and realizes it is stuck. "Don't endy mi tapey." "Shut up B!" He then begins to jab it with his pocket knife
(ouch), then slaps it! "AH the infernal noise!"  At that moment Burp comes aside of the birds "Pull over! NOW!"
 "Neber!" The birds then begins to accelerate at a high speed. Kris drives over a semi-truck lands on a country 
restraunt, the goes on a another semi from there. Burp's car slams on the breaks and hits an old fasioned milk truck. 
The birds speed off