You wake up in a bed that's not yours. Startled, you look around. Everything is different. Not your room. You try to think if you could have left your house to go somewhere but nothing. You remember being in bed last night. You look around, taking note that the room you're in looks like a guest room. However, you begin to hear voices. Talking. On the other side of your door. They are all preparing to greet you and are oblivious youre wake. Setting up decorations, cooking and tidying up, they talk about what you might be like

Emit: I think they'll be into death metal

Phoebe: blinks a couple times in confusion But you don't even like death metal.

Emit: I know, I just have a feeling they might.

Wilson: Well, whoever they are, they better be ready for a whipped creampie in the face! Or...into my super funny jokes.

Julia: Sounds like you want another hell to happen. Mutters

Douglas: I just hope they want to talk about ladybugs and have a great time.

Emit: That... actually sweet Douglas.

Stan: More like corny. Is fixing the balloons

Emit: crosses arms Well what do you want, Stanley?

Stan: glares at the use of his first name Not another you.

Mother: Steps in Settle down, you two. I'm sure whoever I picked off will be lovely.