(bold music)
- Uh oh, this might be the end.
- No way, Man. We will survive this.
Put on your iron helmet.
- No, Dude, I look stupid in that thing.
- Put it on, Stanthony.
(grumbling)
- This looks so stupid.
- Maybe we can lure them
up out of the shade,
that way they will burst into flames.
- Or we can tell them
there's delicious chicken
just on top of the cliffs.
(calmer music)
- Apple trees, wheat,
melons, I'd say we've got a
pretty nice farm. You
know, I'm gonna be honest,
it's pretty boring watching
you. Usually Stan's
dumb ass would have us
deep in trouble right now.
You on the other hand,
just kind of a, sit there.
(bushes rustle) What the ? (hiss)
Hey you, get away from there!
(hiss hiss) Oh god, uh ?
Wow, maybe you aren't so lame after all.
No dude, we don't need more useless crap
taking up inventory space. (laughter)
Uh, fine.
- Well Stan, this is the
end. There's something I've
always wanted to tell
you. Your kind of a dick.
- Oh right, I'm just gonna run and hide.
Maybe under that waterfall,
they won't be able to see me.
- Wait a minute, that's it!
Stan, ascend up the waterfall!
Blow it up! Ascend my idiotic brotheren!
- Oh god! What's going on?
- Trust the process Stanal!
Well, we're stuck down here forever,
and now there's no point
in even getting up there.
The suns going down.
- Well, that was a successful day.
Whoa, usually Stan and that
stupid pig would be back by now.
Missing a meal isn't like them.
- Wait, where you going?
Careful on the edge there dude!
- What the ?
- Hey idiot, help us please!
- Of course, you're gone for half a day,
and about to become zombie food.
- Would you please just help us?
I used all my cobblestone on
that stupid statue of myself.
Oh well, worth it.
- Wait, Chick, lower Bam Bam down,
and the zombies will end
up chasing him up there!
We can cure the zombies
with the apples on the farm!
- Hey, that's my farm,
get your own apples.
- Uh, all right fine.
Good call on keeping
that string little dude.
- Great job! The
villagers are chasing him!
- All right! We're
gonna head up there too.
Hey zombie folk, you all want some apples?
- Stan, the apples have to
be golden if they're gonna
cure the villagers!
- We're gonna have to smelt
Stan's golden leggings
down to make the apples golden.
- Ruin my golden slacks?
Over my dead body!
- Hold him down!
- These are delicious!
Thanks for saving my family and I!
- You owe me a pair of
golden pants asshole.
Those were designer. Twenty-four karat!
- I got a twenty-four
carrots for you right here!
(all laugh)
- Wait! We're really going
to end on that stupid joke?
(ending music)
