♪ MTV ♪
It's gonna say
"boobs," Butt-Head.
It's gonna say "boobs"
in the sky.
Shut up, Beavis. We're gonna miss the moment.
Let's get closer so "boobs" will be easier to read.
Yeah, I want to get a good look at "boobs"...
in the sky.
Okay, he's done with the O.
And now for whatever letter B is.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
This is gonna be good.
Here he goes.
Just one more letter, and it will say--
Aah!
It'll say "aah"?
I thought it was gonna say-- Aah!
Eh...
Butt-Head, where are we?
Eh, wait a second.
Here's some words.
Eh, De--De--Deb, uh--
Deborah-ment... - Saint boobs or something.
- Deeb, uh... - Boob...
- Apartment of Sa... - Boobs.
Sata--Satan.
Whoa.
Beavis, this is the apartment of Satan.
Do you know what this means?
Uh, no.
We have died, and this is hell.
Whoa, really?
Yes! - Yes!
♪ You might think I'm crazy ♪
♪ The way I've been craving ♪
- Dots suck. - Yeah, yeah.
I hate dots. Yeah.
They're all round and stuff. Yeah.
And I hate stripes, too, yeah.
This is that video where Ariana Grande had a lab,
and she was gonna cure cancer,
but then she was just like,
"Nah, let's just make a bunch of slut robots."
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, she's creating a Franken-slut, yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
It's alive! It's alive!
It's a slut!
Presenting the Slut-Bot 3000--
the cutting edge in slut technology.
I don't know, Butt-Head.
Seems like all that metal
would, like, cut up your schlong, you know?
That's why you'd need, like, a special metal robo-schlong.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, that would be cool.
She's gonna get it on
with the Tin Man from "Wizard of Oz."
Oh, yeah, yeah. Yeah, he's got an iron schlong, yeah.
Yeah, he'll be like,
"Well, I guess I don't need a heart anymore."
Yeah.
♪ If I only had a schlong ♪
Tin-Woodsman.
Whoa, I think the Slut-Bot
turned all of them into regular sluts,
you know, like when Pinocchio became a real boy or something.
You are all real sluts now.
Go out into the world and do some slutting.
I can't believe we died and went to hell.
Hell kicks ass!
It's, like, all dark,
and--and I think we're standing in a river of poop, yeah.
It's definitely cool here, Beavis.
But something is missing.
Where's the demon chicks with red boobs?
Yeah, and where's all the cool guys
who died and went to hell on their motorcycles?
And where are all the hot girls who went to hell
because they liked scoring too much?
Uh, wait a minute.
Um, there's supposed to be fire, too, yeah.
Eh, fire!
Uh, maybe the cool part of hell is, like, further down.
We're just, like, in Satan's apartment.
Yeah. Let's, like, dig down to the cool part of hell.
Yeah.
We need, like, a shovel or something, yeah.
Whoa, check it out, Beavis.
It's one of those jackhammers.
Jack...
Whoa, cool.
When Satan closes a door, he, like, breaks a window.
Yeah, yeah. Yeah, someone's looking out for us down there.
Damn it, Beavis.
You're embarrassing me in front of Satan.
Yeah, yeah, sorry, sorry. Yeah. Won't happen again.
Whoa.
Ugh!
Hey, Butt-Head. Hey, Butt-Head, Butt-Head.
Butt-Head!
Uh, yeah?
It smells like--like a butt or something.
Eh, of course it does, Beavis.
That's 'cause we're getting closer to hell.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, I can hear the snakes.
Well, let's keep digging right here next to this pipe.
Okay. Here we go.
Hey, are you going to the festival of books this weekend?
Yeah, apparently--
Oh.
Uh, Butt-Head...
Did we die?
Uh...
we were already dead, dumbass.
Oh, yeah, yeah, right.
This still sucks too much to be hell.
Yeah, but I saw fire.
A-and I think I'm pretty burned, so, you know...
Eh, those demon chicks must be around here somewhere.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Whoa. I think I just grabbed a demon girl's leg.
Oh, cool! Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, a demon chick just grabbed my leg!
Whoa.
Now I'm, like, feeling a demon chick's butt.
Butt-Head, Butt-Head,
a demon chick is feeling my butt.
I'm putting my hand up her shirt, Beavis.
Not now, Butt-Head.
The demon chick is feeling me up.
Shut up!
Beavis, my finger...
I think I'm scoring. - Yeah, yeah, me too!
Yeah, me too!
Wait a second.
Damn it.
Where'd the demon chicks go?
Is anyone alive down here?
Uh, no.
Yeah, we died twice already, dumbass.
Oh, my God, it's two boys.
What the hell happened?
We were about to score with some demon chicks, damn it.
Yeah, until you chased them off, butthole.
I think you fellas may have a concussion.
Don't worry. I'm gonna get you out of here.
Ah, now he's gonna take us to heaven.
That sucks.
You boys are lucky to be alive.
"Alive"? That's even worse.
Damn it.