[Robert J. Neeland, psychiatry. Chef and the boys are in the waiting room with a woman reading a magazine.]

Chef: Come on, children. Let's all go home and make love.

Stan: You need to see a psychiatrist, Chef. It's for your own good.

Chef: I just like to make love up your butt.

Woman: [turns away] Oh my God!

Nurse: [comes out to get the next patient] Mr. Chef, is it?

Kyle: All right, come on. [they follow the nurse in]

Dr. Neeland: Hello, I'm Dr. Neeland. What can I do for you today?

Kyle: Hi, uh- our friend has been brainwashed by some fruity little club.

Dr. Neeland: [approaches Chef] Brainwashed.

Stan: Yeah, he joined the Super Adventure Club, and they convinced him having sex with children was okay with a little thing that goes whrrrrrr.

Dr. Neeland: I thought that club was for hiking and kayaking.

Stan: No, that's the Adventure Club. The Super Adventure Club has sex with children.

Dr. Neeland: Oh. ...Oh, that's right, yeah. [Turns on flash light and starts examining Chef]

Chef: Doctor, do you have- children?

Dr. Neeland: Why, yes, I have two young boys.

Chef: Have you all been sodomizing your children too?

Dr. Neeland: You say he's never been like this before?

Cartman: No, Chef has always been super-cool.

Chef: I'm gonna make love to the children.

Dr. Neeland: He's pretty brainwashed all right. Worst case I've ever seen.

Cartman: So what can we do?

Dr. Neeland: I'm afraid there's no simple answer. When somebody's brainwashed it can take months, even years, to reverse the process.

Kyle: But we don't have years! If Chef keeps this up, he's gonna go to jail forever!

Dr. Neeland: Tell me, what was Chef's favorite thing to do before it was having sex with children?

Stan: Having sex with women.

Dr. Neeland: Then that's it. We'd better get your friend to the Peppermint Hippo right away.

[The Peppermint Hippo. The place is busy with pole dancers doing what they do best and so on.]

DJ: All right guys, be sure to tip the waitresses; this is two for one; put your hands together, this is Monique!

Chef: [a long-haired blonde tries to excite him] Aw, come on, children. Let's go home.

Stan: This isn't working.

Dr. Neeland: Well let's... give it some more time, kids. [a brunette is keeping him busy.]

Stripper: [coarse voice] Would you like to daaance?

Kyle: No thanks. We're trying to unbrainwash our friend.

Stripper: [walks away] Daaance? Anybody wanna daaance?

Cartman: Come on, bitch! Dance!

Blonde: Up yours, fatty.

Cartman: Bitch, I'll twist your nuts off!

DJ: All right guys, help me feel it out to them; we got a featured dancer coming out next; put your hands together for... Spontaneous Bootay! [an immense black stripper walks out, down the runway, and to the stripper pole, stout ough to hold her up. Chef leans his head to the right to get a better look.]

Stan: Come on guys, we might as well go. [the boys prepare to leave. The obese stripper can move, though, and Chef is interested. He drops the blonde off and approaches the stage]

Chef: God-damn!

Stan: Chef, we're leaving.

Dr. Neeland: Nono, wait. Let him go. [Chef moves closer and stands in awe of Spontaneous Bootay]

Spontaneous Bootay: [walks up to Chef] Come here, sugar. [buries his face between her breasts and rattles it with them, then turns around and buries his face between her ass cheeks and rattles it with them as well. She releases him from their hold]

Chef: Wait a minute.

Stan: He's remembering.

Chef: Children! What have I done?

Cartman: It's okay Chef. Go on, remember!

Chef: I'm goinna- I'm gonna-

Kyle: Come on, Chef! You can do it!

Chef: I'm gonna make love to you woman, 'gonna lay you down by the fire!

The Boys: Yay!

Kenny: (Chef!)

Chef: Hey children, everybody! I'm back! [a tranquilizer dart flies in on his left side and strikes him under the ear, behind the jaw, and his smile vanishes] Ow.

Mr. Connolly: [The Club is there] Great shot, William! Hit him with another. [William, dressed in outback gear, blows another dart out through a tube. This one lands in Chef's left arm]

Chef: Oh! [gets groggy quickly and drops like a sack of potatoes.]

The Boys: Chef!

To Be Continued...