Peeping Toms

"Meatwad, what the hell are you doing?" asked Frylock.

Meatwad had a hold of a TV Guide and a Japanese comic book. "Well, Frylock," Meatwad began, until Shake screamed, "MY TV GUIDE!! So that's who stole it! I bet you can go to jail for shit like that, Meatwad."

Frylock sighed. "I'm sure you can't go to jail for stealing a TV guide, Shake."

Shake snatched the flimsy book away from Meatwad. "Oh yeah? Well, I bet you could go to jail for…for…stealing knowledge from the Pentagon."

Meatwad nodded sagely. "Yeah, yeah, he's right. You go stealin' stuff from the feds, they come down on your ass faster than Carl goes down on that blow-up doll." Shake looked impressed. "Carl got an inflatable girlfriend? I heard those were nice. Hey, let's go see!"

Carl was busily and noisily involved with a rather horrifying balloon-like inflatable doll. All three of the Aqua teens were watching Carl go through his window, Shake and Meatwad with interest, and Frylock trying not to puke.

Meatwad was the first to speak, "See, see? That's it, right there."

Shake was getting into it. "Yeah, Carl, you bust another move on that thing, yeah, it likes it like that. Oh, oh, try not to pop it! I heard it can blow your dick right off when that happens!"

Frylock cast a suspicious look at Shake. "And how would you know?"

Shake mumbled, "Well, I mean….if the balloon pops….its really loud….and like…all around you—

"I get it."

"Not that I've had it happen to me or anything. Not recently. Like, not last week. But it did happen a month ago, actually--

Carl noticed them as he rolled over the doll. "Whoa! Hey! What the fuck are you guys doin' here?! Get out from in front of my window! You know you guys ain't allowed over here!" Frylock took one look at the inflatable mass and said, "Uh, Carl, I don't know if you noticed, but that isn't even an official sex doll. That's just a bunch of skinny and fat balloons left over from Meatwad's birthday tied together with some makeup on."

Defensively, Carl replied, "Oh yeah? Well…they were comin' onto me."

Frylock just stared at him.

"Look, I was lonely. And bored. Really bored. Plus, that pathetic excuse of a beverage threw them in my yard when you guys were done. That makes 'em mine, and I can do what I want to my stuff."

Slowly, the Aqua teens edged away, back to their house.

"Yeah, and stay out!" Carl yelled after them.

"Now, baby—"Carl said, returning to the mass of balloons.