The Boudreaux's parachute directly into the oval office. Josh with guns drawn of course. No one is there except them.
"That was a hell of a long drop. It went from 5pm to 12am." Shay noticed.
"Cheap movie. No budget ya know." Dad says.
Suddenly Hilary Clinton strolls through the door, seemingly taken aback by the presence of the Boudreauxs.
"You are supposed to be dead!" she exclaims.
"Yeah, well so is your crusty vagina!" Josh screams, raising his gun.
"Hold off on that Josh." an ominous British accent is heard from the hallway.
"No way! Not another big name character." Shay complains.
"Oh come on Josh. You know I would be the best at all of this." Daniel Craig walks in.
"Of course! I always knew that. You are my hero!" Josh exclaimed.
"Unfortunately we are barely at page 50. We have to kick out another page or so of plot and action."
"So why all the dead leaders?" Mom asks.
"Well...who would run the world better than James Bond? He always knows what to do. He always gets laid. Always kills the bad guy. And he lives all the time, almost like Allah. Kinda like Jesus. But more like Allah..."
"So how do we end the movie?" Shay asks.
"Why don't we all just get in a fistfight that then escalates into a gunfight that then escalates into a nuclear war? Isn't that all Judd Apatow does now?"
Fistfight.
"That was a hell of a long drop. It went from 5pm to 12am." Shay noticed.
"Cheap movie. No budget ya know." Dad says.
Suddenly Hilary Clinton strolls through the door, seemingly taken aback by the presence of the Boudreauxs.
"You are supposed to be dead!" she exclaims.
"Yeah, well so is your crusty vagina!" Josh screams, raising his gun.
"Hold off on that Josh." an ominous British accent is heard from the hallway.
"No way! Not another big name character." Shay complains.
"Oh come on Josh. You know I would be the best at all of this." Daniel Craig walks in.
"Of course! I always knew that. You are my hero!" Josh exclaimed.
"Unfortunately we are barely at page 50. We have to kick out another page or so of plot and action."
"So why all the dead leaders?" Mom asks.
"Well...who would run the world better than James Bond? He always knows what to do. He always gets laid. Always kills the bad guy. And he lives all the time, almost like Allah. Kinda like Jesus. But more like Allah..."
"So how do we end the movie?" Shay asks.
"Why don't we all just get in a fistfight that then escalates into a gunfight that then escalates into a nuclear war? Isn't that all Judd Apatow does now?"
Fistfight.
Gunfight.
Nuclear war.