“I’ve never seen anything of this magnitude.”
“I can’t believe how severe this is.”
“I know. They get bigger and bigger every year.”
When The Gang is faced with what the media has built up to be “The Storm of the Century”, their attention is focused on more important matters. Like tits. Nothing more important in life than tits. Massive tits. Cue theme song.
Nothing like a natural disaster to bring The Gang together for a little mayhem. While Dennis, Mac, and Charlie ogle some breasts on TV, Sweet Dee slowly begins to unravel into a panic as the media-hype for the storm continues to build. Frank knows better than to trust the talking heads. Unfortunately, entrusting your life to a man wearing a trash bag doesn’t seem like the smartest thing to do.
When indifference slowly turns to panic, it’s time to stop pussy-dicking around. Love Sweet Dee’s new garishly vulgar vocabulary. I might just start talking like her. After spitballing some solutions around, The Gang decides the best course of action is to hunker down and weather the storm — in the bunker they built to ride out the Y2K Scare. “Ha! Perfect example of how the press hypes everything to no end and nothing happens.” Blame it on Dee and her insane fears of a “Robopocalypse”.
When they get down to the storage closet, they discover all the rations had been raided soon after Y2K and that Dennis has been banging girls down there. While Mac would watch. Dee is disgusted but quick to act. Before Dee can get The Gang coordinated, everyone’s left already. Except Frank because he’s “not as quick as them”.
To the All American Center where Dennis, Mac, and Charlie decide to look for supplies, tits, and a 3D TV?
Shenanigans ensue. They split up. Mac looks for food. Charlie looks for survival gear. And Dennis is left to find tits. Sweet Dee teaches the difference between looting and surviving, while we discover that Frank stole a pair of skis during the L.A. Riots. The power goes out in Paddy’s Pub and poor Cricket is shot in the hand.
When Dennis approaches two girls, with boyfriends, he’s pretty successful in luring them back to the Pub until Charlie shows up. Waving a hatchet.
After his failed attempt with two cuties, Dennis stalks the newswoman before we discover that the storm was nothing more than just good ol’ fashioned media hype. No reason to go crazy, right? Wrong. If there’s one thing you learn by watching The Gang in action is that they thrive on chaos.
Blame it on the machines.