The four friends giggled amongst themselves as they went back into the theatre for second act (well Collins sulked a little because he lost his last bottle of stoli). Roger noticed this and put an arm around Collins' shoulders.

"Aaawwww it's alright man. I'll buy you another bottle with my stolen money after the show," he said as they took their seats. That made Collins face brighten up with a smile (even though Angel was already playing footsie with him under the seat) (yay footsie) (I wanna play footsie).

The curtain opened and the show started after the "I Can Make You A Man (Reprise)" when Rocky runs away. Roger pulled out a packet of gummi bears, which he smuggled into his pants and started munching on them quietly until he heard a voice next to him that sent chills down his spine. And no, it wasn't Mark or Mimi or even the Squeegee man. It was somebody worse. Much worse.

"Well, looks like we had quite a darn diddly problem out there, didn't we? But I know how we can fix that," whispered the voice next to him.

"F-F-F-Flanders?! W-W-What do you w-w-w-want?" Roger whimpered, his knees shaking and his mouth full of gummi bears.

"It's simple. Just tell the security guard that your friend planted that bottle in mah son's lunchbox and I'll let ya'll go. But if you don't, you're gonna get a taste of some of this," said Flanders, as he showed Roger a little bottle of something and a wooden cross.

Roger's legs trembled. His face went white. His mouth was opened in a look of sheer horror. He quickly alerted his friends and explained the situation to them.

"Guys!! It's that weird Flanders guy!! He wants us to come clean about the Stoli or he's gonna...he's gonna...Oh God!!" Roger struggled to catch his breath.

"What Roger?? What's he gonna do??" said Mark, rubbing Roger's knee.

"Or he's gonna... BAPTIZE US!! WITH HOLY WATER!! AND A CROSS!!" yelped Roger like a hurt dog, which caused half the theatre to go "SSSSHHHHH!!" to him. He looked at Flanders, who brandished the bottle and the cross with a look of pure evil on his face. Mark's eyes went wide.

"Oh no! A cross! And holy water! There's no way we can escape this mess!" Mark said, and then suddenly, a light bulb appeared above his head. "EUREKA!" He exclaimed. He then reached into his tight corset and pulled out a menorah. Flanders's normally yellow face suddenly turned snow white.

"Oh god… Please Lord, protect me and my sons from the evilness that is the Jewish race… may you smite them with lightning, amen." Ned prayed. Suddenly, there was a huge BANG from outside, which was thunder. Outside, a large black cloud was quickly making its way towards the theater. There was a wind that was following the cloud. A very violent wind, which blew one of the windows out in the theater. People started yelling and ducking for cover, while Ned stood there with an evil smirk on his face. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning came hurdling towards Mark.

"Oh look, Mark, a shiny new penny!" Roger said. Mark, being the little Jew that he is, dropped to the ground, a mere second before the lightning would have hit him, to collect the penny. Suddenly, there was a blood-curdling scream. Mark looked up to see Flanders, completely charred. Then suddenly, like in a cartoon, he fell to the floor in a pile of ashes, except for his eyes, which remained on the top of the pile. The janitor came by and swept him away. Mark turned to Roger and smiled.

"Thank you." Mark said simply. Roger smiled.

"No problem… now, should we get back to watching the performance?" Roger asked. Mark smiled and grabbed Roger's hand.

"Of course." Mark said happily.