About two houses down from Carl's residence, a familiar ship is crashed into an unoccupied house. Inside the ship, there was none other than the two blue aliens, D.P and Skeeter, along with tons of beers, Sports Illustrated posters, trash all over the place, and a bunch of guitar instrumentals in the background.
"This is a totally wicked party bro!" Skeeter says, hi-fiving his frat brother D.P.
"Yeah, I know right? We totally need some babes though." D.P pulled out a package of roofies. "We'll put these doggies in their drinks and they'll be flat on their backs...or laying on their stomach, whichever way you want them."
"Whoa! I havent' seen those before man! Did you like, get those here on Earth?"
"Yeah. Well, my dad got them. He's been getting laid like a blanket lately...he owns a dealership too, totally-"
"Yeah yeah, I know, DP," Skeeter inturrupts. "But where are we gonna find chicks in this part of town?" A window view shows a house across the street randomly fall apart.
~ATHF household~
"I'll only be gone for a little while." Frylock says, carrying a camera. Shake stops him from leaving the house by closing the door.
"Bullcrap! You're not going to take some stupid science photos at this time of the night. You're gonna go score some ass, aren't you?"
"Why would I do that...I've got you." Frylock smiles. "There's a solar eclipse going on later, and I don't wanna miss it. They only happen every-"
"Yeah yeah, I only heard the part about me." Shake smiled, hugging Frylock. "I guess I'll trust you, but only cuz you'll kick my ass if I don't."
"Well, I always have trust in you."
"True."
Frylock looks out the window. "I'm just going to take a few photos and be right back. Make sure Meatwad doesn't eat the last of the food in the fridge." They hug as this is said and Frylock leaves.