The Hill With No King
by Yoshizilla-Fan
"Yup." Hank Hill stated, standing outside of Hank's house next to his friends Dale Gribble, Bill Dauterive, and Jeffrey Boomhauer, each of them holding cold beers.
"Yup." Dale added in concurrence.
"Yup." Bill repeated.
"Mhmm." Boomhauer finished.
"Boy it's quite another day for us to be drinking beer outside I tell you what." Hank stated.
"Yeah, but have you ever realized that this was always a pattern in our lives? All the way up to the point where some guy named after a Beaver and his friend with a butt for a head were brought back from the dead in the world of adult friendly television!" Dale remarked. "I say it was always a conspiracy that they would be back!"
"You think outside the box way too much, Dale." Bill told him.
"Don't you ever doubt my theories, Bill!" Dale warned him.
"Hey man there you go talking about beavers and butt heads man I tell you they always had the same quality that we would have all of whole got dang lives man talk about your king of the beavers and butt hills, man." Boomhauer stated with his fast paced speech that was difficult to follow.
"Well I'm just glad to be here with you guys otherwise I'd be kicking our asses for screwing things up." Hank stated.
"Except we can't, because it's all over and no one cares about us anymore! Or even about the beaver and the butt!" Dale remarked.
The other three shook their heads, nodding in agreement as they each took sips of their beers, the day passing them by as did the cars.
THE END