"So the snowbank saved her life?"
Pete and Artie were having a Farnsworth conversation at the bar. Everybody was staring at Pete as though he had grown a second head, as they did not recognize the device.
"Yeah. She's really busted up from the fall, though," Pete answered.
"What about the vioinist?"
"Joseph? He fell into a coma."
"Well, then you have to find this thing before it gets any worse."
"Have you seen anything like this?"
"Well, there was this little bell that made people laugh. They would ultimately laugh themselves to death; pretty much due to asphyxiation."
"Freaky!"
"Indeed. Keep looking, and I'll do whatever research I can."
He hung up. Pete noticed the strange looks everybody was giving him. "Book on tape..."
The bartender called him over. "Hey, can I get you a drink?"
"No, I don't drink anymore. A root beer would be good, though."
"Ah. Well, if you're interested, there's an AA meeting in town tonight. Looks like you could use one. Here, I'll write down the address and time for you."
MEANWHILE AT THE WAREHOUSE...
Artie was studying, researching possible artifacts for Pete and Myka's case. Suddenly, sparks flew everywhere in the Warehouse. "Oh, cut that out," Artie said dismissively to the electricity as though it could hear him.
Artie turned around. Mrs. Frederic was standing right behind him. "Hi, Arthur. Something is wrong. Something made me... not as creepy."
"Oh, this is not good."
"Indeed. I do believe it may have to do with the wall-eating moth that was mentioned in the last parody."
Artie froze, stunned. "Did you hear that?"
"No..."
"Exactly my point. When you broke the fourth wall just then, we didn't hear any 'booming' noises."
"We must go down there. Now."