"Alrigh', men...le's do this!" Murdoc proclaimed, tucked inside a shopping cart with his fellow band mates.
"This es stupi'." 2D commented, receiving a whack to the ear.
"Ya wanna go get 'em then, Faceache?"
"Um...no?"
"Good, now loike I said, LE'S DO THIS!" Murdoc exclaimed as Russel got a running start. He pushed on the cart, sending it at warp speed through the dreaded aisle.
"GOT 'EM!" Murdoc exclaimed, holding up a box of- wait...no. Wrong item.
"Sweet Satan, we go' the wrong thing! Russ, send us back!" Murdoc threw the box of tampons out of the cart and waited for the next launch.
"Dawg, jus' walk in and get the damn things."
"I s'ppose ewe wanna get 'em then?"
"No."
"Then sen' us back, already!"
"Motherfucker." Russel grumbled as he ran, this time hopping on the cart himself. With an expert eye, Russel grabbed the package of pads and tossed them to Noodle, as well as throwing a little money down on the shelf.
With Murdoc steering the cart right out of the store, the four band mates headed straight to geep. Of course, not before steeling the shopping cart and nearly getting shot at by security.
"Stupid bastard, dun even know wha' we been through." Murdoc growled, pulling up to the nearest drive through, not giving a damn what anybody said about driving in a shopping cart.
When the band finally got home, the boys slipped on to the couch.
"Tha' waz 'ell!" 2D exclaimed.
"Amen."
"Shu' it, Stu-Pot." Murdoc picked up a conveniently placed bottle of cheap whiskey and took a swing.
"Um...Murdoc-san..." Noodle began slowly.
"Yes, luv, what do you want, now?"
"How I put one of things on?"
And with that, all three boys were back in the shopping cart, on their way to the nearest air port.