A/N: Sorry that the third chapter was a little boring and pointless. There may be a few chapters that are like that, but I'll try to keep the storyline flowing. Anyway, this is the chapter where Beavis and Butthead start to train Joey to be like them. Reviews are welcome!

Chapter 4: Staying For the Night

"Well, what do you guys want to do now?" Joey asked Beavis and Butthead.

"Let's like do supper and stuff," Butthead said.

"Yeah. Heh heh," Beavis said. "You'll like what's for dinner. Heh heh." Beavis wandered off into the rickety kitchen, and Butthead and Joey followed. Joey seemed shocked at the appearance of the kitchen. The tiles were torn up, and some were ripped out. The cabinets were disintegrating, and one of the windows was broken. Old paper plates, pizza boxes, and paper cups were scattered all through the kitchen. There wasn't a trashcan to be seen. The appliances were covered with dried mud, or at least that's what Joey thought…

"Uh, I'm not trying to be rude, but don't you guys take care of this place? It's a mess," Joey said.

"Cleaning up sucks," Butthead said.

"Yeah. Heh heh," Beavis said, "so we just throw everything on the ground and poop on it."

"That's disgusting," Joey said, making a disgusted face. "I'm not so sure I want to eat here. I'm just going to go out and get a pizza," Joey said as he started to head out the door.

"No, dumb$$," Butthead said, holding Joey back. "Eat with us. Beavis is going to serve us a good dinner."

Beavis opened one of the top cabinets and threw down three bags of Cheeto's. "There's dinner. I'll get the drinks in a moment," he said. Beavis took out three paper cups, but he suddenly made a mad dash for the bathroom.

Joey looked at the design of the Cheeto's bags. He had not seen designs like that in years. He looked for the expiration date. He saw that the expiration date was December 27, 1991.

"Hey, Butthead, these bags are nearly 15 years old!" Joey said.

"Yeah, so?" Butthead said. "Huh huh."

"For goodness sakes, eat something that's not so stale! Why do you have old food lying around?" Joey asked.

"Uh…I don't know. Huh huh," Butthead said.

Beavis came back into the kitchen with the paper cups. "Okay, who wants lemonade? Heh heh."

"Beavis…you didn't pee in that did you?" Joey asked.

"Uh…heh heh…maybe," Beavis said.

"That's it, I'm going out for a pizza," Joey said. Beavis and Butthead grabbed him.

"We're going to train you to be like us," Beavis said.

"Why?" asked Joey.

"Because you'll learn how much fun you'll have!" Beavis said.

"Yeah…whatever," Joey said. He reluctantly decided to let them train him just to see how far they would push him.

"Okay, now drink this," Beavis said, holding the paper cup in front of Joey. Joey shut his eyes and pretended that he was on Fear Factor. He slowly let the "drink" slide down his throat. It was the most disgusting thing he ever drank.

"Okay, dude, you're one step closer to becoming like us," Butthead said. Joey sighed. He wasn't so sure that he wanted to be like them.

"Now, the next step is to eat these old Cheeto's with us while watching infomercials," Beavis said, taking his bag into the living room. Butthead and Joey followed Beavis and sat down on the couch. Joey sat in between Beavis and Butthead. Joey reluctantly chewed on one of the ancient Cheeto's. They were stale, but they weren't nearly as bad as he expected. He ate another one. Then, he consumed even more. He actually was beginning to like them. He scarfed the whole bag of them down his throat. He burped loudly.

"Wow," Butthead said. "This is the coolest thing that's ever happened to us."

"Hey, Butthead, look at that," Beavis said. "Heh heh heh heh." He pointed to the TV. There was an infomercial advertising exercise equipment. "Look at that hot babe! Bo-oi-oi-oi-oing!"

Butthead said, "Boing!" as well.

Suddenly, Beavis and Butthead stared at Joey, as if they were waiting for him to do the same. Finally, Joey said, "Boing!" as well.

"Great job, dude. You're finally starting to openly express your feelings," Butthead said.

"Yeah, but it's kind of embarrassing," Joey said. "Shouldn't it be private?"

"Shut up and follow our lead. That's the only way you're going to score," Beavis said.

"Have either of you ever scored?" Joey asked.

"The only reason we haven't is because girls are too awed by our coolness that they think we're like too good for them," Butthead said. Joey rolled his eyes.

Suddenly, Beavis started to engulf more Cheeto's. He ate more and more, and then, he started gulfing down Butthead's Cheeto's. "Those are mine, $$ wipe!" Butthead said. But Beavis didn't listen. He kept eating.

Finally, he pulled his shirt over his head, and he shouted, "I AM CORNHOLIO! I NEED TP FOR MY BUNGHOLE!"

"Dude, what is your problem?" Joey asked.

"ARE YOU THREATENING ME?" shouted Cornholio.

"Settle down, Beavis. Huh huh," Butthead said.

"Bunghole, bunghole, bunghole, would you like to see my bunghole? TP. You will give me TP. Do not make my bunghole angry. Do you have any olio? For I am the great Cornholio. Nicaragua! I AM CORNHOLIO!" howled Beavis. Beavis suddenly ran off outside.

Joey turned to Butthead. "What's wrong with Beavis?"

"He turns into Cornholio when he eats a lot of sugar. Huh huh huh huh huh," Butthead said.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha, cool, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha," Joey said, snickering like Beavis and Butthead.

"Whoa, that was cool! You're turning into us! I like your laugh. Do it again," Butthead said.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha," Joey snickered rapidly.

"We ought to make you part of our group. We can call you…Bunghole," Butthead said. "Huh huh huh huh. Let's like, sleep on the couch, or something."

Butthead and Bunghole fell asleep on the couch while Beavis was still running around outside screaming for TP for his bunghole. Butthead and Bunghole slept during the night, and Beavis fell asleep on top of Mr. Anderson's tool shed.