Focus on Brak's house. A giant worm pops out of their yard and goes back in. Going inside, Dad is reading the newspaper. Mom comes in.)
Dad: (laughing)
Mom: Well, if that doesn't beat all. A giant worm just tore a big hole in our front yard.
Dad: That's nice. Ha ha! That "Doghouse Charlie" he tops himself every day! Look at this one.
(A one-panel comic strip has a dog in a pool and the caption says "Hey, who farted?") Isn't that funny?
Mom: We have a giant worm in our yard!
Dad: What?! Thundercleese must be using giant worm repellent on his yard agin! Now that worm will destroy every yard but his! It's bull hunk!
Mom: Why don't you just run down to Softy's Hardware and buy some?
Dad: Because giant worm repellent costs money, mother, and money is nothing but an evil yoke that the capitalist slave-masters have chained to the neck of the working class oxen.
Mom: What? Where did you hear that?
Dad: That was "Doghouse Charlie"'s caption from yesterday. Sometimes he mixes in a political message with his special brand of humor.
(The house starts to shake)
Dad: That stinking worm! (he mumbles loudly in Spanish?)

(Cut to Thundercleese, who is having a sattelite installed.)
Sattelite Man: That's it, sir, your new sattelite dish is all hooked up.
Thundercleese: I should be able to watch all available channels? Entertainment? Sports? War?
Sattelite Man: Oh no, you ain't gonna see any of that.
Thundercleese: Well what am I going to see?
Sattelite Man: Some static, fuzz, and a lot of noise that sounds like this - eeeiooeeeieieeaeeaaoo
Thundercleese: You have ten seconds to live. I wonder - how will you spend them?
Sattelite Man: I reckon I could poop my jumpsuit or explain to you that I'm not your problem. That dang tree in your neighbor's yard is the problem. It's blocking your transmission path.
Thundercleese: What do you plan to do about it?
Sattelite Man: Nothin'. That ain't my department. If I was you, though, I'd hike over to my neighbor's house and...
(Thundercleese zaps the tree down with his lasers. Cut to Dad and Mom. We see a tree falling down in the window distance. The house shakes when it lands.)
Dad: Whoa! It's the end of the world! And I'm still a virgin!
Mom: Pipe down. I'm going to see what happened.
Dad: OK. I'll stay here and sing a little song to keep my spirits up.
(While he's singing, Mom goes to check on it.)
Dad: Ay ay ay ay, sunshine on my shoulders. Ay ay ay ay, off to the fair I go. Ay ay ay ay, I'm enjoying life now. Ay ay ay ay, refreshing mango drink. Hey, there mother. So what happened out there?
Mom: Well, apparently Thundercleese destroyed our tree because it was blocking his satellite reception.
Dad: What? (Mutters loudly in Spanish?)
Mom: Thundercleese is a robot, dear. He's very impulsive. I'm sure he just saw a problem and solved it.
Dad: Well, he got a whole new problem and its name is me!
Mom: That tree's been dead for five years. I've been after you for I don't know how long to do something about it.
Dad: Well now I am going to do something about it. Tonight, in the dark of night, after night is shrouded in my dark plan in its nightly darkness, I will exact my revenge!
(That night, Dad is out dressed in camoflauge.)
Dad: Dad is gonna get revenge tonight, ay ay ay ay ay, Revenge!
Announcer: The very next day, after coffee, the following events took place.
(Dad and Mom and Thundercleese's cement bunny are at the table.)
Dad: Hey mother, have you said good morning to our guest?
Mom: You took that from Thundercleese's yard?
Dad: You bet I did! Now park your candy in that chair and savor the moment.
Mom: That bunny is the pride of Thundercleese's yard! He's going to be furious with you!
Dad: Calm down, mother. How's he gonna know who took it? He didn't see me. I melted into the night. What's the deal with this bunny, anyway?
(The bunny opens his eye and there is a video camera or something in it.)
Dad: Look at it. It's so stupid. Hey stupid bunny. You are very stupid, aren't you? Would you like to say anything in response to my insults of you? No, I don't suppose you would. Cuz you're stupid, like your stupid owner, Stupidcleese.
(Stupidcleese, I mean Thundercleese was watching the whole thing from his fortress.)
Thundercleese: Stupidcleese? Ha! (he flies away and now he's in the sky.) Stupidcleese, huh? (he lands in their yard.)
Dad: Hey little bunny, you want to see today's "Doghouse Charlie"? Eh, what's the use, you wouldn't get it.
(Pig noises are heard.)
Mom: Honey, did you leave the gate open on your pig pen?
Dad: Of course not. Why did you ask?
Mom: Well, it looks like they've got out. They're all over the neighborhood.
Dad: Nooo! My sweet pot-bellied pigs!
(Thundercleese pops in the window.)
Thundercleese: I've liberated your swine! How does that grab you? Ha! Away! (he leaves)
Dad: All right, Thundercleese. I see your liberation of my pot-bellied pigs and I raise you with a little surprise of my own.
(He calls someone.)
Guy on phone: Hola.
Dad: Hello, Chief Onecoat's Paint While-U-Wait?
Guy on phone: Choo got it.
Dad: And am I speaking to Chief Onecoat?
Guy on phone: No man, he's dead. He died a long time ago.
Dad: Oh. Then please offer my condolences to Mrs. Onecoat.
Guy on phone: Yeah, she died too. They're all dead. Listen, do you want to do business or not?
Dad: Uh, yes. This is Thundercleese and I would like you to paint my fortress. Can you fit me in today?
Guy on phone: Geez, we've got 40 guys in a van waiting to paint your house. What color you want it?
Dad: I want every color. Something that reflects your rich and colorful heritage. Have fun with it. My address is...
Guy on phone: We know where you live. We're on the way.

(Cut to Thundercleese's fortress. They have painted soccer, angels, a skeleton mariachi band, a chicken, and more on his fortress. Right after they leave, Thundercleese comes down from the sky.)
Thundercleese: AAA! What has happened to my fortress?
Dad: Oh, that's a little present my pigs wanted you to have to thank you for their freedom.
Thundercleese: You have gone too far!
Dad: Oh, yeah? What're you gonna do about it?
(Thundercleese flies over and tears the roof off their house.)
Dad: I didn't see that one coming.
Mom: That's it! You are going to march over there, apologize to Thundercleese and get our roof back!
Dad: He started it, mother!
Mom: I don't care who started it! Get our roof back!
Dad: Oh all right. I don't know why we need a roof anyway. Just put on a hat and get over it.
(He walks over to Thundercleese's.)
Dad: All right, my wife wants her roof back. Hand it over.
Thundercleese: You get your roof back when I hear an apology.
Dad: Apology? You're the one who killed my precious dead tree and scattered my lovely pigs and took the freakin' roof off my house!
Thundercleese: Well, you stole my yard bunny and defaced my glorious fortress!
Dad: How bout this for a deal - every day you don't give me my roof back, I send you one piece of your stupid rabbit.
Thundercleese: Do not harm the bunny!
Dad: Oh, you're going to cry you big fat idiot!
Thundercleese: I am not an idiot! You are the idiot!
Dad: No, you are. A big fat idiot!
Thundercleese: Incorrect!
Dad: No, I nailed that one.
(They fight and yell until a giant worm eats them.)
Dad: Where are we?
Thundercleese: In the belly of a giant worm.
Dad: Oh great.
Thundercleese: The vibrations from our shouting must have attracted him.
Dad: Vibrations from your shouting. I wasn't shouting.
Thundercleese: You were shouting just as much as I was!
Dad: I was not!
Thundercleese: You were shouting more than I was!
Dad: You don't know, you weren't even there!
Thundercleese: What?
Dad: That's right, you're confused so I am the winner! Ho ho ho! Now just shoot your little whizbanger to get us out of here why don't you?
Thundercleese: Stand back - or don't, I don't care.
(He shoots, but it ricochets all over the place and hits someone.)
Petroleum Joe: Aaah! What are you morons trying to do? Kill me?
Dad: Who said that?
Thundercleese: Show yourself, phantom!
Joe: OK OK! Just don't fire that shooter anymore. I'm very flammable. Why do you think they call me Petroleum Joe. I mean, why would they call anyone Petroleum Joe unless he was made out of petroleum? God dog it! Besides, that laser isn't gonna do any good. This is a lead belly worm.
Thundercleese: I was afraid of that.
Dad: Ha ha! You're afraid! Wet your pants with lemonade!
Joe: Hey, that's a good one. I haven't heard that one in...Well, I've never heard it! That's why I like it so much! Man, I think I love you guys! Ha ha ha ha!
Dad: Yeah, say, uh, how long have you been in here, sport?
Joe: A long time, brother. Hey, how's things on the outside? Do they still have naked ladies? That's my favorite kind. Ooga! I'd like to hotwire one of those and drive it uptown! Hoo hoo ooga!
Dad: What are you talking about?
Thundercleese: He is referring to carnal pleasures.
Dad: Oh, like the ferris wheel?
Thundercleese (fake agreeing with him): Yes. Like the ferris wheel.
Joe: Hey! I've got an idea! Let's get some cards and some drinking liquor and just have a big party! We could invite some naked ladies! It'll be great! Party time, fun time, ya ya ya!
Thundercleese: We do not possess any of these items.
Joe: Well then don't talk to me! I'm sick of you guys! You are now officially on Petroleum Joe's spit list!
(He spits on them once. Silence for about 5 seconds.)
Joe: Hey hey, I didn't mean it. I love you guys! I'd have to be crazy to piss off my best friends! Tell me your names. I want to scratch them on my arm!
Thundercleese: Never mind that. How do we get out?
Joe: Here's my plan. I think it's pretty sold. Sit down, and wait to be digested. That's it! What do you think?
Dad: Oh, I don't want to be digested!
Thundercleese: How long will this digestion take?
Joe: Well, that's a good question! You're a thinker, aren't you? That's why I love you men, for your minds!
Thundercleese: Just tell me how long!
Joe: I don't know! But I've been here 10 years and I haven't seen a single drop of gastric juice. What's that tell you?
Thundercleese: It tells me your plan is useless!
Dad: We're never going to get out of here!
Joe: Uh-oh! She's goin up for air! Grab on to something, boys!

(Zorak and Brak are in a tank.)
Brak: Wow! This sure is a nice tank. Zorak, where'd you get this again?
Zorak: It was free. We haven't seen a pig for hours. We must have got 'em all.
Brak: My dad's not gonna like you hittin his prize pigs with water bombs.
Zorak: Oh, about those water bombs? Those were live shells! Blammo! ha ha!
Brak: You told me that was water!
Zorak: I lied about that. I lie a lot. That's what makes me cool. Hey, look at that giant worm! Hey, load up one of those shells. I'm gonna spank him.
Brak: What do you want to do that for? How do you know he's bad?
Zorak: How do you think I care? Now lock and friggin' load!
(The tank shoots the worm. There's a giant explosion. Harp music plays and Dad, Thundercleese and Petroleum Joe are on a cloud with halos over their heads.
Dad: Well, this is just super. We're dead. And whose fault do you think that is, huh?
Thundercleese: I shouldn't even be here! I'm a robot!
Dad: Well guess what? You are here. Happy now?
Joe: Hey guys, what's done is done. Let's put our untimely deaths behind us and move on. You know what I'm thinkin'? I'm thinkin' a whole lot of naked ladies must have died, just like we did.
Dad: Do you think so?
(Credits start rolling. It's a white background with black letters.)
Joe: He** ya I think so! Let's go try and meet us a few.
Dad: Well, suppose I'm not married anymore being dead, right?
Joe: The way I see it you're a free man! Let's get to schoochin'!
Thundercleese: Can I come?
Joe: He** yeah you can! Party time fun time ya ya ya! Ha ha ha!