“Chris, did you lock the door?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, probably. I put on my ascot, freshened up my slippers, grabbed the camel leash, then grabbed my keys and left. I’m sure I locked it.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure I probably locked the door. I’m sure it’s fine.”


“Hey, Henri is totally Chris Bosh-ing this picture. Heh. Classic. OH THE HELICOPTER IS HERE. COME ON!”


“This is swag. I mean, wow. We are in a helicopter. We did it.”

“Yeah, this is fun. Good call, Chris.”

“Let’s Ebert this.”


“Let’s Ebert this.”

“I heard what you said. What are you talking about?”

“This is two thumbs up, right? So let’s two thumbs up it — Ebert it. You know.”

“You and your sayings.”


“What in the world am I supposed to wear for this thing? What is ‘Moroccan-themed’ anyways?”

“I don’t really know either, Mario. The only time I’ve really seen anything about Morocco is on ‘Top Chef.’ I guess like a lot of colors and flowing fabrics. You could maybe wear that giant shirt you have.”

“Oh yeah, sure. Do I need a hat?”

“Do you have a Moroccan hat?”

“Kind of.”


“Good question. Stuff just kind of piles up around here. I’ve still got that Mario Brothers hat too, just in case.”



“Honey, can I borrow your purple scarf?”

“Sure, why?”

“No reason. Wanna go to Chris’ party?”

“As long as we’re home in time for ‘Matlock.’”


“Moroccan-themed — what does that even mean?”

“Nobody knows. Just throw this red thing on your head and let’s go.”


“Chris picks the worst themes. I mean, Moroccan?”

“I know, LeBron.”

“Let’s do something better.”

“No, we need to follow along.”

“Come on. Let’s dress like a Kanye video.”

“No. It’s Moroccan, LeBron.”

“I don’t care. I’m dressing like ‘Golddigger.’”

“No, you’re not.”

“OK, ‘All Falls Down?’”





“Fine. Whatever. We’re late anyways.”

(images via Beyond the Buzzer)