Hank Hill stood in the alley with the resurrected Bill and Dale. Boomhauer could not show up, as Hank had forbidden him after blowing him up.
"Hey Hank I tell ya what man talkin' about I'm sorry man. Now how about we just go back to the dang old way things used to be man?" Boomhauer spoke out to Hank.
"Oh God...he's tryin' to get back into the Arlen Gang again," Hank sighed.
"Just let him back in, Hank. You know you want him back," Bill recommended.
"I guess you're right." Hank grabbed an extra beer out of the cooler. "Hey Boomhauer!"
"Yeah?" Boomhauer asked.
"You want a beer?"
"Mmhmm." Boomhauer walked over, grabbed the beer and began drinking with the rest of the group.
"So I got some news, everybody," Hank declared. "I revived Peggeh so that she can help us with the meth lab and let me tell ya, with the way Peggeh's been bakin', there won't be a single window sill in our house that doesn't have drugs coolin' on it. Yep, drugs are back in at the Hill house."
"You're a lucky man, Hank," Bill spoke up. "Ya see, my ex-wife, she was a man. So one day I had to say, 'You're a man.' I wish I hadn't said that..."
"Dad, I'm back!" Hank's son Arty ran up to the group. "I took down the KKK, just like ya told me to."
"Good job, Arty. Now go help your mother make drugs," Hank commanded. Arty left his sight.
"I thought you said you killed him," Dale spoke up to Hank.
~ Earlier that week ~
"Arty Hill is no more," Hank declared, drinking his beer and sitting with the guys in the living room of the Hill house.
~ Back to the present ~
"Yeah I lied," Hank explained. "I told ya that so that ya wouldn't feel bad about me firin' Arty to get you that job over at Strickland, Dale."
"Hey, Hank. Are you ever goin' to dispose of Kahn's corpse?" Bill asked.
"No. It's a good warning sign to Minh and Conneh that they shouldn't be fuckin' with me, I tell ya what."
Suddenly, a lowrider drove up to the Hill house with Ain't Nuthin' But a G Thing by Dr. Dre ft. Snoop Dogg playing through the giant-ass speakers in its back.
"BWAAAAH!" Hank screamed at the driver. "You turn that copyrighted music off right now before this fanfiction gets banned because of copyright!"
The driver rolled down the tinted windows, revealing that he's a really white-ass blonde guy wearing sunglasses with the stupidest haircut ever. "Eh what'chu said, homes?"
"Ah geez..." Hank sighed. "Someone get Slim Shady the hell outta here."
"I'm sorry, good sirs. But I cannot be associated with your anti-homery," the driver said as he rolled up the windows and drove away.
"Thank God." Hank continued to drink. "I'm gonna drink a lot more now. I need to catch back up."
