Who Got Dee Pregnant?

Charlie: I'm so pumped, dude.

I hope I get to see at least one ancient spirit.

Mac: I think we should get some chalk and some erasers, because that dust cloud, you know, really shows the laser beam alarms.

Charlie: Oh!

Get a little dust cloud going.

Frank: We got to spend a lot of time in the Civil War section.

Dennis: No, we're not doing the Civil War section, Frank.

We are gonna hit up Ancient Egypt though.

I'm very excited about that.

And we're sticking together.

Sweet Dee: Just so I'm clear, you guys don't actually think that things are going to come alive because you're spending the night in a museum, right?

Dennis: I'm sorry, but we're simply opening ourselves up to the possibility of an amazing adventure this evening.

Is there something wrong with that?

Now, whether that means, uh, Charlie running into his ancient spirits or us having to just, you know, run away from security guards all night, It's gonna be a really really great time.

It's certainly gonna be better than sticking around alone all night, watching you eat sandwich after sandwich after sandwich.

What the hell is the matter with you?

You've been stuffing your face for days.

It's fatness, Frank.

Plain and simple.

The person's becoming fat in front of your eyes.

I don't even know how to make the bird jokes anymore, like they don't apply.

I'm not fat. I'm pregnant.

I feel like you say that all the time now.

You better do yourself a favor and flush it out.

Wait a second. You definitely said that before. You're right.

Yeah, and since we're all saying things that we say all the time I'll reiterate. Dee, we don't care about you or your body, or your baby, or that baby bird you're probably carrying inside of you.

Oh, really?

Well you should give a sh1t, 'cause one of you is the father.

Charlie: What?

Dennis: W-What the hell you talking about?

I'm talking about the Halloween party.

One of you got me pregnant.

But you know, since you guys don't care about me or my body or my baby or whatever it was that you were saying, we shouldn't talk about it.

You guys are on your way to a museum to spend the night.

Hey, have a great time, guys.

Charlie: Oh, sh1t.

Charlie: I mean, what is she even talking about?

Got her pregnant at the Halloween party?

What does that mean?

I don't even remember that party; I was wasted.

Mac: Yeah, me, too.

I-I browned out that evening.

Frank: Browned out?

What's browned out?

Mac: Oh, it's when you drink so much that everything goes brown.

It's not as severe as a blackout, 'cause I remember bits and pieces.

I like to call it browning out.

Frank: Hmm, never heard of that before.

Dennis: There's a good reason for that, Frank.

Because I think Mac just made it up on the spot.

Mac: I did.

Dennis: You did?

(laughter)

That's a great term... browning out.

Mac: You like it?

Dennis: I love it!

Mac: Thank you.

Dennis: And I-I'm pretty sure at a certain point, we all probably browned out.

So I think our best chance at figuring this out is for us to all put our browns together, mash them together and try and figure out which one of you two banged my sister.

Mac: Okay, but let's not over use the brown thing right in the beginning, you know.

Dennis: Yeah, but here's the thing.

Once you throw a term like that out and everybody likes it, it's pretty much fair game.

We can use it whenever...

Charlie: It's public domain at that point.

Dennis: It becomes public domain.

Charlie: Now we're just trying to figure out who banged Dee.

Dennis: That's the important thing.

Let's not focus too much on the brown thing... Even though it's a term that I'm gonna use a lot.

And I'm probably gonna use it a lot right now.

So here's what I remember from my brown state.

I remember we were all in costume, and our costumes were pretty cool, except for yours.

I was really pissed off at you, because we agreed to go as Mario and Luigi.

I held up my end of the bargain.

And then you showed up wearing a different costume at the last minute.

Dude, what are you doing?

Where's your Mario costume?

Mac: No, I went with a sexier look.

Dennis: Sexy?

Bro, we agreed on funny over sexy this year, so we could disarm the ladies...

You don't remember this conversation?

Without my Mario...

What am I? Like some weird Italian plumber.

I look like an asshole.

What is that?

What even is that?

Mac: I'm that character from Lord of the Rings, Viggio Morgenstein.

Dennis: Okay, that is not the character's name, that's the actor's name, and you're not even getting that right.

You're totally, totally boning me here, bro.

You realize that?

Frank: Yo, yo, yo!

Look at the turnout for our partay.

Fizz! Fizz!

Charlie: I vant to suck your blood!

It's Tvilight time!

Time for blood sucking.

(laughs)

Yeah, dude, I'm doing a vampire thing, 'cause chicks are all into vampires and stuff, you know, 'cause of the stupid Twilight movie and all that other crap.

You know, so I'm like, what if the waitress is into it?

This is my best shot!

Dennis: You are dressed like the Phantom of the Opera.

He's not a vampire.

Charlie: He eats theater people.

Dennis: No, he doesn't.

Mac: I think he might.

Frank: He does.

Dennis: And I'm surprised you even know who the Phantom of the Opera is.

Mac: He might not.

Frank: He doesn't.

Charlie: No, I don't, I don't.

Sweet Dee: This party blows.

There's no studs here.

No beef in the freezer, if you know what I mean.

Mac: Dee, why in God's name would you wear a costume with giant wings?

Sweet Dee: I'm a sexy angel.

Dennis: Are we supposed to pretend like you're not dressed like a giant bird?

Charlie: I mean, if you're gonna be sexy, don't dress like a bird, Dee.

Sweet Dee: I didn't dress like a bird, I'm clearly an angel.

Dennis: No.

Sweet Dee: Besides, did you guys see that cooze over there, dressing like a peacock?

Big, giant bird.

Green bird.

(guys oohing)

Frank: She wears it well.

Dennis: Woof, woof.

She wears it very well.

She wears it so well, in fact, that I have now pinpointed her as my prey for the evening.

Yeah.

She will be mine.

As a matter of fact, I'm gonna go get that process started right now.

Out of my way, bird.

Mac: This is all sounding right.

I remember this.

Yeah? Does all this seem right to you?

So it was later in the evening and and things have progressed quite a bit cause I remember we all got pretty lit at this point. But...

See, I distinctly remember being some kind of a commotion at the other end of the bar.

Leave us alone. Stop it!

Now this lady sounded like she was in a fair amount of distress, but...

I didn't really give a sh1t.

Cause despite looking like a cartoon bricklayer I was started to get pretty close to sealing the deal with the peacock lady.

Look, dude.

You've been bugging me all night.

OK, I think your costume's weird, I think you're creepy, and I just want you to leave me alone.

Yeah.

Yes...

Dude, this costume is so sexy.

What?

I can't believe it, man.


 * . She's like...

"Oh, my God, you look so sexy.

I'm gonna s*x you all up."

"Oh, my goodness...

Get your s*x off me!"

And then she gets all sexy with me, 'cause I've, like, got the sexiest costume in the world!

I hate it!

Dennis: So what-what... did you want to get rid of that costume?

Charlie: Yes, I want to get rid of the costume!

You have any idea what it's like to be this sexy?

Dennis: Uh, can I have your costume, dude?

Charlie: Yeah, you can have it.

Dennis: Really?

You'll switch costumes with me?

Charlie: Yeah!

Dennis: Let's switch, let's switch.

(sobs)

Come on, let's go switch.

You'll be okay, buddy.

Yes, dude!

It's all coming back to me now.

You came over to me, we agreed to switch costumes, you gave me your sexy, sexy costume, and I was able to fell the seductive temptress finally.

Oh, yeah, so I did have s*x with the peacock lady.

Yeah, awesome.

Ah, that's so awesome, dude.

Well, mystery solved.

I mean... awesome.

Frank: That's not the mystery.

Dennis: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Frank: That you banged the peacock chick is not the mystery.

Dennis: The Dee thing is the mystery.

Right. Dee... somebody had s*x with Dee, and she got pregnant and... well, whatever, okay.

Well, clearly, from that story, Charlie, you're the one that banged her.

That's why you were feeling so much remorse and regret, and you had the tears coming out of your eye.

I mean, who wouldn't feel that way after banging... Ah, sh1t, dude.

Oh, sh1t.

'Cause the way you're telling that story, it definitely sounds like that, 'cause I remember crying.

No.

Those were tears of joy.

Yes, and it wasn't because of Dee, obviously.

Okay, I remember this now.

I remember this, all right?

Frank and Artemis were sitting at the bar, and they were in the middle of some kind of big argument.

And I was with the McPoyle brothers over at the jukebox, and I just finalized a delicate truce with them.

So, look, if you guys are cool, then I'm totally cool.

Ryan: We're cool as cucumbers.

Liam: Bump it.

This time, I will bump it.

The truce is on!

We bumped fists, and Dee walked by.

Oh, hey, Dee.

Hey, Charlie.

Great costume.

Yeah, you, too.

Thanks.

Like the feathers.

And just then, the waitress came in.

Hey... I see you received my invitation.

Yeah, Charlie, I received all 100 of them.

Who's this jerk?

This is my new boyfriend.

He's here to protect me.

Oh, this is the guy you were telling me about.

Hey. Hey. The lady's taken.

Get out of my face, bro.

Oh, really?

You want your ass kicked?

OK, leave us alone.

I have to defend her honor.

Please, stop it.

Mac, get my back.

Ohh!

Oh, Goddamn it!

I got milk all over me!

That was insanely masculine.

I made out with the waitress!

That's amazing!

Man, I got to call her, or I'm...

I'm out of here.

Charlie, didn't happen.

No?

That's not the way it happened.

No?

No. You got parts of it right, but you're leaving out some major things.

Let me set the damn record straight.

First of all, don't say I went as Spider-Man.

I didn't go as Spider-Man.

I was Man-Spider.

Totally different.

Yes, I was having an argument with Artemis, because a couple weeks before, we had some makeup s*x in a Dumpster out in the back of Wendy's.

(Frank grunting)

Yeah! Yeah!

She incorporated a bun in the lovemaking.

She took the-the... the dough and rolled it up into a ball, and then she...

And we were going berserk.

She loves that kind of stuff, and I-I...

I admit I do, too.

Frank, Frank, we don't need to hear this part of the story.

Okay? Can you just tell us about Halloween?

Stick to Halloween night.

Okay.

We were arguing because she wanted another Dumpster hump and I wanted to stay at the party.

So I walked away.

That's when you were doing your thing.

I'm gonna kick your ass, bro!

Leave us alone.

I have to defend your honor.

Please stop!

Mac, get my back, dude.

I'm here, buddy.

(Dee gasps)

Goddamn it!

I got milk all over me!

You are insane.

Insanely masculine.

It was Artemis that took advantage of you, because she was trying to make me jealous.

After you broke free, you wandered off muttering something about the costume being too sexy.

Not from you!

It's the stupid sexy costume.

Oh, sh1t.

Somebody please tell me Frank's memory is not correct.

Knock, knock, dick faces.

Artie, thanks for coming so quick.

Listen, we're trying to piece together a night, and we need some guidance.

I don't remember that night.

I didn't tell you which night yet.

I don't remember most evenings.

You can try me, but I will not promise you anything.

Last Halloween.

Oh, Halloween.

Anything ring a bell?

That was quite a night.

I suppose I do recall a few bits and pieces.

What happened?

Spill.

Well, I was angry at you because of an incident that happened a few weeks before where you and I were in the Dumpster behind Wendy's.

I incorporated a hamburger bun in a way that he found very...

This is not the part that we... why does everybody think that we want to know about...Because it's really interesting and innovative, and I thought maybe you'd want some lessons.

Did you make out with me?

I sure did.

And it worked like a charm.

I had Frank all to myself for a month straight after that.

All right, let's get back to Halloween.

Anything else that happened that night?

Like Deandra getting pregnant?

Oh, well, that makes sense.

Mac slept with her at the party.

What?

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about the sounds of hot, passionate lovemaking that was coming from the bathroom that I had heard with my own two ear balls.

After the fight and the kiss, Mac had blood all over his knuckles and went to the bathroom to wash it off.

Dee was incensed that her costume was covered in milk, so she went to the bathroom to clean herself up.

But the line for the ladies' room was too long, so she went to the men's room.

Frank started to apologize to me, and after a few minutes, we decided to have makeup s*x in the men's room.

But the door was locked and I heard the passionate, unmistakable sounds of lovemaking coming from inside.

Mac was making love to Sweet Dee in the bathroom, so Frank and I had to sneak outside to my station wagon where we gave each other handjobs.

Well, there you have it.

Mac's the dad.

Mac's the dad!

Do it with me.

Mac's the dad!

No, I'm not the...

I'm not the dad, okay, Charlie?

Just trust me on that.

Hey, all the evidence is pointing towards you, pal.

Yes, there were passionate sounds of lovemaking coming from the bathroom, but it wasn't me and Dee.

Damn it.

I was hoping I wouldn't have to admit this, but I guess I have to tell you.

(sighs)

Okay, here it goes.

I was in the back of the bar when the commotion began, and I heard Charlie cry out for help.

He was about to get his ass kicked by that giant dude.

Mac, help me, please!

I need you!

There was no time for an ocular pat-down.

Not in my bar, bro.

I secured the area, and I retained order.

Like I always do.

Everybody chill.

It's cool now.

(cheering)

I had a tremendous amount of douche bag blood all over my knuckles, so I went to the bathroom to clean it off.

That's when Dee came in.

Oh, hey, Dee.

(prolonged squawking)

Look, I do not give a sh1t about your problems, Dee, okay?

I'm still pumped up from that ass-whupping I just handed out.

Did you see that?

(squawking continues)

I don't give a sh1t, Dee, okay?

I don't know how you're going to get all that milk off of you.

(squawks)

What is that supposed to mean?

(squawking)

Okay, you know what?

Shoo. Shoo.

Get out of here.

Shoo. Shoo!

Get out of here.

Shoo. Shoo. Shoo.

Come on. Get out.

Get out.

Oh, so annoying.

Whoa!

Margaret, what are you doing here?

God, that is so gross.

You're always doing that.

Are you trying to tell me something?

Ugh.

Is that, like, a sexual thing?

All right, let's do this.

(moaning)

Hold on a second.

So, are you telling us that you had s*x with Margaret McPoyle that night?

Yes.

(others groan)

Yeah.

Well, you know, we got to go confront the McPoyles about this now.

Yeah, we got to confirm this whole story.

The only consistent part about every single one of these stories is that the McPoyles were there and they were drinking milk, which means they were stone-cold sober that night.

They could probably confirm the truth.

Ah, sh1t.

(dog barking, baby crying)

(Hawaiian music playing)

Last Halloween, huh?

And Dee's pregnant, huh?

I remember that night well.

As do I. Quite well.

You were all very, very, very drunk.

Quite drunk.

You should feel shame.

Okay, don't give us your judgements, all right?

Can you please just tell us what you remember?

Tell us what happened.

Well, we just finished accepting Charles's terrible, terrible truce.

That's like the whole truce.

You know, that's all there is to it.

And if you guys are cool with it, then I'll be perfectly cool with it.

Whatever.

Just get out of our face.

Your breath is awful.

Really?

Yeah.

All right, well, bump it?

What about this one?

Do you bump?

That's cool.

Cool guys.

Good truce, good truce, good truce, good truce.

Ah, hey, Dee.

Shut up.

Yep, yep.

Uh, hello, hello, hello, hello.

I see you received my invitation.

Sorry, do I know you?

Who's this jerk?

Uh, this is my boyfriend.

What the hell?!

Whoa. Time out, buddy.

What's going on here?

The lady's taken, buddy.

Who are you?

You want to get your ass kicked?

Leave us alone!

I have to defend your honor!

Mac, get my back!

(gasps)

Goddamnit!

I got milk all over me!

Viggio Morgenstein!

Hey.

I'm insanely high on mescaline.

Are you telling me that wasn't even the waitress?

Not at all.

After the fight, Mac went to the bathroom to wash that poor girl's blood off his hands.

And Dee followed.

They were only in there a short moment together before Dee came back out.

Mac kicked her out of the bathroom so he could make sweet love to Margaret in private.

I heard you gave quite a performance, Macwell.

Mm...

(squealing)

Mm... mmm...

Okay, that's enough, all right?

God, that's your sister.

Yeah.

You know what, just move past it.

Just tell the story, please.

She's still expecting a call.

That's not going to happen.

So just move past it, all right?

You will call her!

Jesus, man, I'm sorry.

Fine, I'll call her.

As I was saying...

Dee came out of the bathroom in quite a rage.

Stupid costume.

Everybody calling me a bird.

She accosted the girl you were all ogling that evening.

Hey, you, everybody thinks you're so hot, huh?

You big hot bird.

Well, I tell you what... you take it off and switch with me.

What are you talking about?

Me, mine... this is mine now.

Switch it.

Uh, I don't think so.

"Oh, I don't think so."

I didn't ask you, okay?

Listen, all right, number one, it's a win-win for both of us.

That weird plumber... he's going to leave you alone for the rest of the night.

That's good, right?

And then the second great thing for you is I'm not going to beat the sh1t out of you, so let's go.

Dee came out of the bathroom in her new costume feeling quite saucy.

Call me a bird all night.

Making fun, saying names.

Well, let's see who's sexy now, dickwads.

'Cause I look good.

Dee was clearly on a warpath to prove to one of you that she was indeed sexy.

And the best way to do that was to trick one of you two into making love to her.

Knowing that Charlie was the weakest and by the far the most vulnerable, she assumed he would be the easiest to take advantage of.

And so she took Charlie into the back office and had her way with him.

You should see the look on your face.

It's good enough to eat.

No. Hold on a second.

That wasn't me.

What?

That wasn't me.

I switched costumes with Dennis.

That was Dennis.

So Dennis thought Deandra was the peacock chick?

And Dee thought that Dennis was Charlie?

So Dee thinks that I'm the dad, but, Dennis, you're the dad.

Delightful.

Oh, sh1t, I'm gonna be sick.

Go, do it.

Feel it. Let it out.

Let's just get... let's just get out of here.

(retching)

Don't flush.

Dee!

Deandra!

Dee! Dee!

Deandra!

Yeah!

This is bad.

This is real bad.

You thought you had s*x with Charlie, but it was Dennis that you went into the back room with.

See?

I had s*x with you.

It was s*x with me, it was s*x with me.

He threw up the whole way over here, Dee.

Dennis is the father of that baby.

We got to get you and that monster that's in your gut down to Mexico ASAP.

Are you kidding me?

I did not have s*x with Dennis.

Yes, you did.

All right, look, look, you went into the back office with him, not me.

You thought it was me because you wanted s*x from me.

But you got s*x from Dennis.

Okay, you're saying that because I went into the back office alone with Dennis, that I must have had s*x with him?

Gross.

No, that did not happen.

And you guys have been obsessing about this all night long?

Yes.

Yeah?

Of course.

We were running around trying to figure out who the father is.

If it's not Dennis, who it is?

It's none of you.

Huh?

No, none of you are the father.

I just told you that because you were making fun of me for eating the sandwich, and I thought it would upset you and get you going and it did, it worked.

You guys have been obsessing about this all night.

So, wait, are you absolutely sure that you and I did not have s*x, and that that's not my...?

Uh, yeah.

(laughing)

Oh!

Whew!

Yeah, but I'll tell you what, I'm not going to tell you who the father is.

Who gives a sh1t.

You all give a sh1t, you just said so.

You were up all night.

You were... you were thinking about it all night long.

Yeah, but that was before, when you said it was one of us.

But if it's not one of us, I mean...

Who cares?

Who cares, right?

Yeah, we don't care.

This close...

...man, I really dodged the bullet on that.

Hey, what about the museum?

Yes.

Boom.

Yes, there's still time.

Okay, Dee, we're out of here.

You look like a turkey.

Yeah. Also I would say, I would say you look like an-an ostrich.

Yes!

Right?

You know, I was... I want to call her an emu, but I want to save it for, you know...

You are big, fat, flightless bird.

(laughing)

Those are all... Those are all...

Just sort of a general... Whatever.