11x15 & 11x16 & 11x17 - Depositors/Nacho Shake

[bunniefuu]

Eh, this place sucks.

We should go somewhere else.

Uh, every other place
sucks too.

Yeah, that's true, yeah.

Oh, check it out.

It's that old butthole.

Hey, old butthole.

What are you doing?

What was that, boys?

Sorry, I'm just looking
for buried treasure

with my old metal detector.

So far, I found


an old belt buckle,
and a doorknob

that'll be good as new once
I polish the rust off of it.

So are you gonna, like,
polish your knob?

Why, yes, I am gonna
polish my knob.

I'm gonna polish it up
real good, I'll tell you what.

Now, ordinarily I'd ask my wife
to polish it for me.

Well, she wouldn't mind
doing it.

It's the sort of work
she enjoys.

I bet she does.

But in this case,
I think it'll feel

especially satisfying
to polish my own knob.

Do you know
what I'm talking about, boys?

I do, yeah.
Yeah, I sure do, yeah.

He really does, sir.

Beavis spanks it 24-7.

You boys mind
watching my stuff while

I get a cold one?

I'm just worried
about those two bad kids

who live around here,
Blovis and Bustamante.

Bustamante.

Well, thank you kindly.

Is that old guy gonna
go spank his monkey now?

Of course he is.
That's all he can talk about.

Come on, let's find
some treasure with this thing

before he finishes spanking
his monkey and comes back.

Well, we better hurry,
'cause, um,

he seemed
really excited about it,

so he probably won't take
too long, you know?

Well, hello there,
friends!

Without a shadow of a doubt,
one of the first vegetables

I fell in love with.

Whoa, he fell in love
with vegetables?

Creamed spinach...

Yeah...

He was like,

"You know, like everybody,
you know,

"I did it with a lot
of cabbages, you know.

But then when I met
the spinach, ooh."

"But when I met-a
the spinach,

"my heart go boing,
boing, le boing,

b-b-boi-oi-oi-oi-oi-oing."

What's this guy making?

He's making a dish
called spinach and water.

It sucks.

Uh, wait a minute.
Is spinach real?

I thought it was that stuff
in the cartoon

that makes Popeye's
right arm really huge.

Well, that's
what they tell you.

But it's something else
that makes Popeye's

right arm really huge, Beavis.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

You know Popeye
spanks his monkey a lot

'cause his girlfriend's
name is Olive Oyl.

"Your name
is-a the same thing

that I put on my wiener."

"I love you."

We have beautiful, beautiful
green spinach, you see?

This guy would never
make it at Burger World.

He'd be like,

"Would you like a side
of-a spinach with the spinach?

"For $1 extra, I give you
some more spinach.

A-thank you. Drive through."

"We have a new menu item."

It's called a spinach,
a spinach, a spinach, yes."

"What, you want-a french fry?
No way."

"I don't make-a french fry."

"I'm French.
I make-a spinach.

"OK, I read your order
back to you.

"A spinach, a spinach,
a spinach,

and a spinach à la spinach,"
yeah.

And then we're gonna
put the cheese.

He's just, like, gonna
keep adding cheese and cheese

and butter and cream
until he kills off

the taste of spinach.

Why is he even
putting spinach in it?

Uh, because
he's in love with spinach.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Add bacon bits to it.

I mean, you can do so many
things with this, friends, huh?

"I don't care.

"Sometimes I throw
the bacon bits in the spinach.

"I throw the dirt
in the spinach.

"I throw the spinach
in the trash can.

I don't care!
I'm crazy!"

"I miss you so much, spinach."

"I want to score
with you again!"

"Why you leave me, spinach?"

I'm not gonna eat
all this, see?

'Cause this is
a little too much...

"Yeah, I'm not gonna eat
all this, see?

I'm gonna go spank
my monkey to it, yeah."

Now let's find
some treasures, butthole.

When I find metal,
you dig it up with the shovel.

Metal.

Um, it's one of those things
with numbers on it.

Numbers suck.

Metal.

Whoa!

Uh, this money is old.

We need, like, new money.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Uh, Butt-Head, do you think
it can detect your braces?

They're metal.
- Uh...

let's see.

Metal.

Damn it, what'd you
do that for, dumbass?

Uh, it beeped.

I thought there was treasure
in your mouth or something.

Yeah.

If you try to dig
for treasure in my mouth

one more time,
I'm gonna kick your a*s.

Yeah, sorry, sorry.

My bad, yeah.

We got to detect
some g*dd*mn metal treasure

around here somewhere.

Metal.

Whoa.

There must be treasure in here.

Let's see here.

Metal.

Whoa, cool.

Now we're getting somewhere.

Metal.

You're supposed to dig,
dumbass,

not just hit it with a shovel.

Well, you can't dig
a chair, Butt-Head.

Uh, oh, yeah.

Metal.

See, there's more metal now
than before I hit it.

Uh, that metal's
all dirty and stuff.

It's got to be shiny
to be treasure.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, it's got to be shiny, yeah.

Metal.

Now look what you did, dumbass.

Well, maybe there's some
treasure in the window.

Yeah.

Uh, oh, yeah.

I heard a beep.

Well, we better get in there.

You said "in there."

No, sir, there's nothing
like a cold one and a hobby,

I tell you what.

I don't know, Butt-Head.

Do you think there's
treasure in here?

It looks like someone's
house or something.

Well, there's only
one way to find out:

with this metal detector.

Maybe there's treasure
in here.

Got to stick with it, Beavis.

Yep, that's right.

No substitute for hard work.

Uh, hmm.

I don't think there's any--

Uh, what'd you do that for?

It didn't beep.

Eh, you can't be
too sure, you know?

This thing doesn't work.

Yeah, it sucks.

There was no treasure,
and we didn't get rich.

What in the hell?
What happened to my lawn chair?

Whoa, that old guy
is coming over here.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, we better go
before he comes in here

and starts spanking his monkey
all over the place.

If I find out that Blovis
and Bustamante

had something to do with this,
I swear to God--

oh!

What the hell happened
to my house?

Good God Almighty!

I can hear him spanking
his monkey already.

Oh, God.

- Really getting into it.
- My commemorative plates.

Ah-ah!
- Come up for air.

I'm gonna k*ll somebody
over this!

Jesus Christ.

Yep, that guy
is a real pervert.

Good God, it's everywhere.

Damn it!

Marcie, where's my g*n?

Chirp.