Losin' The Wobble

It's alive! Ugh! This food NASA sent up is crap. Yep, but I got an idea. Hey, Kool-aid! Oh, yeah! Aaahhh! Yeah, there we go. I am a potato. Encyclopedia: Encyclopedia Brown is on the case! Aha! Miss September has implants! (overhears his mother talking over the phone and eavesdrop on her in the kitchen)

Mrs. Brown: I swear Hazel, I don't know what to do with that man! He just won't ask his boss for a raise! When I married Roger, he had such balls! Where did his balls go?

Encyclopedia: Dad's balls are missing? (Gasps) A mystery!

(Cut to Mr. Brown's office)

Encyclopedia: (wipes the window outside the office)

Boss: BROWN! YOU REALLY SCREWED UP THESE FIGURES! AGAIN!

Mr. Brown: Yes sir.

Boss: WHO HAS S*** FOR BRAINS?!

Mr. Brown: Me.

Boss: WHAT'S THAT?

Mr. Brown: I do. I have s*** for brains.

Boss: That's better!

Encyclopedia: Hmmm... (takes notes)

(Cut to a bar)

Mr. Brown: (Sobs as his tears fall into his beer)

Bartender: (Cleans glass) Wow. I've been a bartender eighteen years and never seen anyone cry actual tears into their beer. Kudos, chum.

Mr. Brown: (Wipes tear) Thanks.

Encyclopedia Brown: (Disguised as a cowboy and takes notes) Mmmhmmm.

(Cut to a strip club)

Mr. Brown: (Watches happily as a stripper dances in front of him)

Encyclopedia: (Watches stripper and draws stripper's boobs on his notepad)

(Cut to Sea Dee Motel)

Mr. Brown: (Laughs while he unlocks the door) Strippers always get so mad when you assume they're hookers.

Stripper: Well, I'm definitely am one.

Mr. Brown: (Opens door and enters with stripper following him)

Encyclopedia: (Jumps in front of the motel door wearing a ninja suit and takes pictures through the window) Mmmhmmm... Aha!

(Cut to cue-card that says "For the solution of this mystery, turn to page 87" with doorbell sound effect)

(Cue static) You know, in the rest of the world, soccer is called football. Hey! Hey! Ow! Ohh! What's going on? Why are you touching Hello, there. What you've just seen is a dramatization of the new asshole laws enacted by congress, which go into effect January 1st. It's now a federal offense to point out that soccer is actually called football. Uh, in fact, no "Star Trek" episode contains the words "beam me up, Scotty. " Aah! Ouch! Ow! My arm. Aah! Aah! Ow! You know, Iceland is actually green, and Greenland is actually icy? Aah! Aah! Aah! Oh, help me, help me, help! "Heroes" is way better because it actually answers stuff. On "Lost," they don't even know what they're doing. What are you doing? No, wait! I can't believe we just survived a nuclear war. Yeah. Everyone we know is either dead or a zombie. We've got plenty of food, but most of it's crap. Oh, you know what would really hit the spot right now? Hey, Kool-aid! Oh, yeah! Aw, yeah! Aaahhh! Oh, yeah. We are here today to announce Michael Jackson's deal to perform exclusively at Las Vegas' Excelsior hotel. It's even more beautiful than I thought! What the What's it doing? No! No, stop! Why won't it stop? Mmm! Big boy. Yes, I suppose it is a good restaurant. What do you mean, "restaurant"? (Encyclopedia Brown enters the kitchen, where his mother is)
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Mrs. Brown: Encyclopedia, where have you been?

Encyclopedia: Mom, I've solved the mystery to Dad's missing balls! (he hands her the pictures he took in the earlier segment) See, there they are; right between his legs...and in that strange lady's mouth.

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