Jack says his friend who is already waiting in Vegas has six Penthouse girls waiting for them. So? Jack has no use for that. The dudes then go all Swingers, talking about cruising Vegas in suits.

Sharon continues how she gets overemotional about it. She imitates the nurse telling Sharon not to die.

Jack tries to decide if he should bring a teddy bear. He finally decides that everyone has to experience harsh Vegas sometime.

Sharon continues, "Father, please, please. Let me live." Kelly screams, laughing.

Outside. Morning. They load up short buses. Jack thinks all the guys are supposed to go on the first plane. Kelly then brats, "Whose birthday is it? Mine!" They yell, Kelly bitching that Jack is bringing eight of his friends. Some guy tells Kelly she has a "superstar attitude." What a bunch of ungrateful fucks. The guys pile in the van. Kelly predicts that this is going to be a disaster trip, and Bitch Boy and Bad Nanny walk her back to the house as Jack and his boys take off. Commercials.

Private plane. God, it's dope. Ozzy shuffles down the aisle and hands a photo of a 1950s car to Kelly, saying that it's her birthday present. She gets the real thing on Wednesday. "No fucking way," says Kelly. "Way," says Ozzy. Man, that's fucked up. You know Son Ozzy Hates gets, like, socks for his birthday. Jessica gets a lump of coal. Kelly is very happy. Jack calls it the "sickest ride ever." Ozzy shuffles back to his seat as the pilot says, "Welcome to Osbourne Airlines. Flight number one to Vegas."

Night. Vegas. The Vegas sign. Ozzy plays the Palms on this, October 25th. (Fuck the Palms. They must pay MTV lots of money. I wonder if Trashelle and the crew were there during this.) Ozzy throws water at the crowd. Montage Of Vegas. The kids run like assholes through the Venetian lobby. They pile on the elevator. Ew, Dill's with them. Jack says that they'll go to the hotel room and do what they need to do so everything is set up. (In other words, he's saying they'll get loaded in the rooms, trying to be sly.) So one douchebag friend goes, "And we can drink, upstairs in the room." Hee. Jack mutters, "Shut the fuck up, Fred. There's security guards all around us." Hee. What a dick, that guy. Fred. Dick.