Pony:
Good breakfast? Cool. So, let's pick an idea, because I'm not sleeping in here again.
Baby Cakes:
Yeah, you're not looking so good.
[cuts to the next scene where Pony's face suddenly starts transforms into a dirty mexican in progress]
Baby Cakes:
Now I know why you want to stay in the bathroom.
Pony:
Oh, no. It's happening. I need my tweezers and retainer and a shower! I can't be in her another day! We got to agree on something now! The idea doesn't even have to be real. We just need to agree on something to get out.
Crystal:
What about how the chinese do the one-kid thing?
Pony:
Great! I vote on that! I vote.
Cravid:
Make everyone gay.
Pony:
Hold on. We already had an idea.
Kim:
Uh, what about, like, a death draft?
Crystal:
Ooh, wait. Let's get rid of all the men.
Pemsy:
We can flood the south.
Cravid:
Oh, let's do doo-doo dicks. [to himself] No. Stop. Bad idea.
Baby Cakes:
Dude, there are no such thing as bad ideas in brainstorming.
Pony:
SHUT IT, B.C.! SHUT IT, B.C.! GOD! Look, all those in favor of flooding the south, raise your hand.
[6 people raises their hand except for Baby Cakes]
Baby Cakes:
Mm, I just think that's a mean idea to do.
Pony:
No! It's just a bull [bleep] idea for us to agree on. We're not really going to do it.
Cravid:
Wait. We're not really gonna do it?
Pemsy:
Well, that changes everything.
[everyone raised their hands down]
Pony:
[groans]
