Author's Note: This is my first attempt at a Venture Bros story...I'm easing my way into a more serious commitment. I decided to write it in the style of a script, because I want it to feel like it's actually in the show. So please, if you're alone, read it out loud and do your best imitations of these characters. If other people are there, just hear their voices in your head.

If you don't do the voice thing, it's not nearly as funny.

Also, I know 21 probably isn't 32, but whatever. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own these people


The scene opens with an exterior shot of a dingy urban street. The camera zooms in on a small store situated between two much larger apartment buildings. The façade is stereotypically Asian, with bamboo growing outside and Japanese writing scrawled on a sign above the door. An array of plastic food is in the window. On the adjacent window, "Musashi's" is written in faded black decal.

The scene changes to the restaurant interior. It is a casual atmosphere and has a certain amount of authenticity to it. Several couples are dining, being served by a single young Japanese waitress. The camera pans to one particular table, at which the Monarch, Dr. Girlfriend and Henchmen 21 and 24 are seated. The Monarch and his wife are seated next to each other, examining the same menu. The Henchmen are across from them, looking eager.

Monarch: putting the menu down; with an air of skepticism This place is pretty swank. How can you afford this on a henchmen's salary?

Henchman 24: Uh, what salary? We haven't gotten paid in like…ever.

Henchman 21: Fear not, my comrades. I totally know the owner, he's my dad's old hunting buddy. Jeez I can't believe you guys actually agreed to come out with us. We thought that, you know, now that your hitched you guys would only want to hang out with other couples.

Monarch: Well, I kind of thought you two would bring, you know, dates of your own. Put my mind at ease... sighs, then suddenly dramatically You know the Monarch has a strict Don't Ask Don't Tell Policy! slouches back in chair Why did you bring us here anyway?

Henchman 21: Ok, well you know how me and 24 have been working for you for a really long time. And we figured out that the reason we're still working for you is because neither of us has died yet.

Monarch: Well no duh! So, what, this is a "Managed to Stay Alive" dinner party?

Henchman 24: No, this is a test. A test of fate.

Henchman 21: Right, because we can't die! We can't! And so we decided to come here and really enjoy this invincibility. Waitress! flags down the lone waitress

Waitress approaches table with pen and pad

Henchman 21: With a cocky expression Me and my winged friend here will have…the fugu.

The restaurant falls silent in shock

Monarch: After a slight pause What the hell is foogoo?

Henchman 21: Fugu, my friend, is nihongo-

Monarch: angrily ENGLISH!

Henchman 21: Ok, ok! It's Japanese for blowfish.



Henchman 24: The most deadly creature of the deep.

Monarch: leaning back in chair Hmm, so one might even say it is the monarch butteryfly of the sea?

21 and 24 look at each other

Henchman 24: …Uh, not really.

Henchman 21: Excitedly at 24 Dude! We should be fugu villains! We could be the…the blow boys!

Monarch stifles laughter

Henchman 24: Uuugh why do our villain names always end in boy? Your 32 years old!

Waitress comes in a hushed silence, bearing the delicacy fugu. She places it in front of the Henchmen, bows and leaves quickly.

Henchman 21: makes an obviously useless attempt to roll up sleeves. Picks up some brightly colored plastic kid's chopsticks that are connected at the bottom. Here we go, proof that we are immune to all perils, me and 24 shall eat the toxic liver! splits a small, rubbery organ with 24

Both henchmen down the piece, chewing it slowly and then swallowing. The restaurant watches eagerly.

The cocky expressions on the henchmen's faces fade into a kind of horror.

Henchman 21: Dude, isth your tongue getting numb?

Henchman 24: It'sth the firstht sthighn of poisthoning!

Henchman 21: But we're invincible! We…realization This…is our kryptonite.

Henchman 24: I can't believe I let you talk me into this, you killed me!

Henchman 21: I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die! starts running around the restaurant in panic, chased by an angry 24

Finally their chase is ended as an angry Dr. Girlfriend grabs both by the wings and pulls them back to the table.

Dr. Girlfriend: Sit down! Honestly, you're making a scene. Look, a sign of high quality fugu is slight numbness in the tongue. It's usual, you're not poisoned. Answering the unasked question I used to number two for Emperor Death Roll.

Henchman 24: So…we're not going to die?

Dr. Girlfriend: No, you're not.

Henchmen look at each other, then leap up in celebration

Henchman 21: I knew it! We are invincible!