Episode Report Card Demian: F | 84 USERS: D YOU GRADE IT It's The Hardy Boys' Party
By Demian | Season 3 | Episode 13 | Aired on 04.24.2008
In a hurry? Read the recaplet for a nutshell description! Finished? Click here to close.So, there were totally these geeks named Ed and Harry, who seemed like a more toolish version of The Lone Gunmen, and of course you all will know who they are even though I don't, since they were on the show in the past in Texas in some sort of capacity. So our boys unknowingly star in a reality show called "Ghostfacers," and it's pretty hilarious, in an Andrew-from-Buffy--Season-Seven kind of way. Anyway, the geeks do a show about how there's a Leap Year ghost in some house, and it's hysterically derivative of Blair Witch, yet scary enough that it's not stupid. Sammy and Dean end up fake-arresting the geeks, and recognize them, and Dean gets the name "Chisel Chest," which is fricking awesome. Anyway, no one has ever survived a night in this haunted house during a Leap Year, or something, and the bitchery that ensues over this point alone is hilarious. Geeks start to disappear, and with a "supernatural lockdown," things look pretty grim, and while the Winchesters live up to their Hardy Boys reputation, an intern geek seems to die rather graphically, but then appears to survive in the afterlife. Whatever occurs, Dean curses rather clearly. After some geeky homosexuality (not the good kind), Possibly Gay Specter saves the day, and Sam and Dean seem to kind of approve of the Gay, Yay! bullshit. But Sam and Dean totally erase the geeks' hard drive, which means that they won't be broadcasting supernatural gayness. Which is fine, considering our boys didn't even come close to taking their shirts off, right? Want more? The full recap starts right below!
And yet again, before we begin, Raoul The Big Gay Supernatural Dragon would like to take a moment of your time to make the following announcement. "Thanks! [Ahem!] Baron von C. is the man for me! Hee! See what I did there?!" Oh, Jesus Christ. "What?!"
Rattle, Rattle BORING! After reminding the strike-deprived audience of this season's supposed call to arms while also briefly detailing the terms of the deal Dashing El Deano made with the delightful Ona Grauer during last year's finale, tonight's THEN! sequence hurls us all back to March of 2006, which is when we first (and last) met Ed Zeddmore and Harry Spangler who, as you'll recall, are not in fact Ernie Hudson and Harold Ramis, but rather two complete and total losers Our Intrepid Heroes quickly dispatched in the general direction of Hollywood with a dead fish in the back seat of the virgins' Gremlin. Got all that? Good, 'cause it's time for everyone to shut the hell up for the...
...Silence, Silence NOW!, which is followed immediately by the...
...RAAAWWWR! "Eeeeeeeeeeeee!" shrieks Raoul, thoroughly discombobulated over the lack of a teaser sequence this evening. "Where did it go?!" Raoul shrieks, rapidly fretful. "Did you bungle the taping of this charming little Thursday-evening divertissement AGAIN!? You did, didn't you?! Oh, you silly man!" Yeah, like you know how to work a VCR your own incompetent self, you dizzy little sissy. "Hey!" Ooops! Sorry! What I meant to say was, "If you'd calm your gracious self for a moment, you'd note that the RAAAWWWR! itself is disintegrating into televisual snow even as I type this, for Ed Zeddmore and Harry Spangler are now controlling the transmission -- it's all part of tonight's conceit, wherein they are the hosts of a spectrally enhanced reality show entitled Ghostfacers, and we are their unwitting audience." "Oh, poop!" Raoul pouts, collapsing back into his overstuffed armchair in a fit of pique. "Do they control the horizontal!?" Yep. "And the vertical?!" Raoul gasps, increasingly unhinged. They do, indeed, my scaly friend. "So, they can roll the image and make it flutter!?" If they so choose, yes. "BASTARDS!" Raoul! Really! You'll give yourself an aneurysm. "Well, I am sorry, I'm sure! But I did not endure that wretched writers' strike just to come back after the subsequent and lengthy rerun- and reality-filled hiatus to find these simpletons so rudely occupying those darling Winchester boys' proper place on the television dial!" Perhaps you should pen a strongly worded letter to Dawn Ostroff. "Who?!" Never mind. Now, are you done with the outrage for the moment? Because I'd like to get back to the recap, if you wouldn't mind. "Oh, by all means! And I do apologize for that shocking outburst of mine, most sincerely!" Don't worry about it, my faithful reptilian companion. "Thanks! I won't!"