Moltov:Sampson, we have a problem...
Brock:(driveing a man-missle VII)I'm kinda in the middle of something here Mal... what's the deal! you should be able to hadle them!
Maltov:please, of course I did! but you neglegted to tell me this compound... is built on top of an indian burial ground! (camera pans out reveiling a hord of indian ghosts, she swings her sword at one of them)
Brock:Crap! is it the aniversery already...shhesorry. look you want to call Dr Orpheus he's a necromancer he's right over in the east wing he'll clear that right up no prob.
later
Dr.Orpheus:(sucking the hord of indian ghosts into a dream catcher with a huge vortex)normaly I just come over here and take care of this on the twentyfifth, but I forgot this was a 'leap year', and, well the apachies didn't have those... (obviusly interested in moltov)so easy to loose track of matters temporal in my vocation, my appologies for the error, mrs...err...
Dr.Venture:Cocktease...
later
(hank nearly drowns in the pool moltov pulls him out and resusitates him, hank starts frenching her)
Moltov:eh.. neit!(smacks Hank, stands up wipes her mouth off) ehk.. milkbreath, runs inside
Hank:(laying back extreemly satisfied)Increadable.
Dean:Hank! we've got big troubles... the Apachies are back!
Hank:wha...

dean:look!(dean points to hanks pants) teepee in your trunks!!!
(Hank's got a huge boner, being hank he doesn't know what this is and jumps up gasping. sceen switches to inside were Moltov is wasing her mouth out)
Moltov:yuk...
Hank:(outside the window, runing around in a blind panic with his hands in his pants)MY PANTS ARE HAUNTED!!!MY PANTS ARE HAUNTED!!!!!!
maltov kicks ass...