A reporter and her cameraman connect a surviving Jonestown leader and a TV exec's missing son to a drug war where jungle installations are being massacred by an army of natives and a skilled white assassin.
Stimpy:"(Stimpy sits on the lap of the Lincoln Memorial)
A-And I'd like a bike, and a Betsy Wetsherself doll, and a Cheesy-Bake Oven, and a Pulpy The Pup doll, and a gajillion green army men, and a-"
Ren:"Get down from there! That's not Santa Claus; it's a memorial!"
Stimpy:"A memorial? I didn't know Santa Claus was DEAD...!
(cries out loud)"
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