This is the sequel.
"WHAT THE *love* ARE YOU DOING MOTHER*love*ERS!" Marlin screeched.
Nemo and Junior abruptly ceased their game of "wheels on the bus" and turned to face the fuming clownfish.
Nemo, being a shitface, forgot that his father was coming home early from his job that day. Marlin was still wearing his headband and half-shirt. The bulging veins popping from his forehead created cracks in the thick layer of white foundation on his face. Most of his glitter had washed off in the water, creating a sparkling cloud around him, perhaps creating pollution for generations to come.
"*love* OFF, OLD MAN, WE'RE IN *fuck*!" Nemo retorted. He turned toward his brother, but Junior had disappeared.
"YOOOOOOOUUUUUUUU just WAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIT until DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORY hears about this!" the middle aged flash dancer bellowed, "MY SON," - he struck a pose - "IS NOT ALLOWED TO BE GAY!"
"But it's perfectly okay for YOU to get it on with my science teacher?"
Marlin's eyeballs passionately swelled out of his face. "THAT IS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT!"
Nemo opened his mouth to speak but decided to close it again. He remained silent as Marlin solemnly wrapped a rope around his son's neck and dragged him in the dirt all the way home.