Bambam’s jaw dropped. "Maribel? My Maribel?"
"What... what is happening?" Bambam stammered.
As the credits rolled—over shots of Pablo crying in the corner, Betty selling the gelatin shots to a rowdy group of Neanderthals, and Señorita Piedra arm-wrestling Vilma for the last brontosaurus burger—a title card appeared: LOS PICAPIEDRA XXX - Despedida de soltero de Bambam
Everyone froze. The music stopped. Señorita Piedra stepped off Bambam's lap.
It was Vilma and Betty, but not as they had ever seen them. They wore feather boas made from flamingo fossils and heels carved from obsidian. Vilma carried a whip made of brontosaurus tendon. Betty held a tray of wiggling green gelatin shots shaped like... well, like male anatomy. Bambam’s jaw dropped
But just as she was about to give Bambam a lap dance involving a vine and a whole lot of hope, the cave entrance exploded.
Two stagehands rolled out a massive, heart-shaped rock. It was hollow. Inside, a silhouette writhed. The music turned slow and sleazy. The rock cracked open. what is happening
The door to the cave flew open. In walked the entertainment: .
"Maribel isn't here!" Pablo Mármol chimed in, adjusting his fake leopard-print speedo. "What happens in the Tar Pits, stays in the Tar Pits!"
"She said, and I quote," Betty giggled, licking a salt off a fossil, "'Make sure he forgets my mother's name.'"