The Nostalgia Critic and his two co-conspirators whispered in the Critic's private study(so that Chester wouldn't hear them).
"Alright, now, I was going to review the Mask..."
The Guy From Demo Reel interrupted him. "The Mask? But that's a good movie, why'd you wanna review that?"
"Well, it's nostalgic, isn't that the...?"
TGFDR stopped him again. "Critic, we're here to do parody. You cannot parody a good movie so here's something for you. Son of the Mask!" He revealed a DVD.

"Son of the Mask? I never even saw this."
Suddenly, Chester A. Bum burst into the room. "Son of the Mask? OMG THAT IS THE GREATEST MOVIE I'VE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE! Ooh, I wonder what happens when I put this mask on? SPOILERS! There's this guy called Tim, and he's scared of babies! Why?"
The trio stared at him blankly.
"Because babies have no concept of morality?" suggested the Critic.
"BECAUSE BABIES HAVE NO CONCEPT OF MORAL-hey!"

"What? I'm just adding in!"
TGFDR sighed: "I'll get the camera."

The Bum ranted on: "But one day, he comes across a strange mask and decides to put it on so the Mask turns him into an expert on musical evolution.
He then starts dancing around. "Cause this is Thriller! Thriller Night!"

TGFDR leaned closer to the Critic. "Uh, should I record this or not?"
"Nah, this movie sounds interesting. I'll do it myself. Then people will actually watch it."

"So after that, Timmy goes home and impregnates his wife with wood. Five seconds later, the baby is born and we take a look into the heavens or in this case..."
The Bum pulled the Critic as close to him as humanly possible.
"IN THE EYE OF THE BABY!"
"Please let go." whispered the Critic and sneaked away from him.

"So Odin is really mad at Loki because Loki left his mask lying around. Why?"
The Bum paused, confused. He was about to continue, but the Critic knocked him out with a bat.

"I think I got enough material, thanks Chez."

"But Critic..." protested TGFDR. "We don't have enough material for a long episode. We need sketches!"
The Critic stopped playing with My Little Pony dolls for a second(because that cartoon is f***ing awesome) and glared at him. "Who's da Nostalgia Critic?"
"Your da Nostalgia Critic."
"And don't you forget it! Wait... yes... you're black and Satan is black. That actually works."
TGFDR did not seem happy. "Dude, that's kinda racist..."

Suddenly, Chester appeared again, delirious. "I LIVED IN THE EYE OF A BABY ONCE!"
"Get out!" yelled the Critic.
"BUT I'M REVIEWING!"
"YOU STOLE MY TRANSFORMERS REVIEW SO WE'RE EVEN. OUUUUT!"

The Critic took out his imaginary gun. Not knowing better, Chester ran out to the streets, hoping there was a box for him.

"Finally, some peace and quiet. I'm so sick of these other me's."
"We do look alike."

The Critic jumped up from his chair as AskThatGuy was standing uncomfortably close to it.
"You! But how?!"
"Simple. I went to the Angry Video Game Nerd for Atari porn and he sent me to the deepest pits of diarrhea. So here I am."
"... I really wish I would've died." said the Critic humbly.