…the top of the Golden Gate Bridge, where the Pinhead and Even Gayer Big Chris have retired for a processing summit. Even Gayer Chris knocks back a Dos Equis as the Pinhead sneers, "Have you ever seen anything so good?" "It's disgusting," Even Gayer Chris opines. "Can you believe all the liquor stores are closed in the morning?" Because the easy availability of booze equals evilness and sin. Which means I've been living in Bizarro Chicago for the last eighteen years. Even Gayer Chris finishes off his beer and languidly lets the empty bottle drop towards the road deck far below. The Pinhead vaults into some sort of rumination on the similarities between our world and his, but I'm totally not paying attention because I want to find out what happens to that beer bottle. The soundtrack eventually obliges me with a faraway tinkle as the bottle shatters on something below, followed by the screeching of tires, what seems to be a multi-car pileup, and tinny, distant screams. Hee! Even Gayer Chris notes that our world should give his pinheaded father "an idea of the awful, saccharine future" he came from, and his use of the word "saccharine" amuses me to no end. The Bizarro Boys complain some more about their current situation, with Even Gayer Chris noting that they can't rely on "those Pollyanna witches" to reopen the portal (and I really want to see The Bizarro World's version of Pollyanna -- indeed, its version of any Disney movie at all) before Even Gayer Chris seethes, "God! Who do I have to kill so we can get out of here?" You can practically see the lightbulb go off over the Pinhead's, um, head as he squints, "I think I might know somebody. Somebody we can use to force the sisters to help us." Instead of, oh, asking the Pinhead who that certain somebody would be and darklighting off the bridge in search of said person, Even Gayer Chris nods his wig around thoughtfully and gazes out to sea.