We see two 20 something looking slacker guys on a green couch. One with red spky hair wearing an orange shirt and brown pants with black shoes the other a blond hair guy with red shirt, blue pants and brown shirts, the one with red hair in the middle of a rant.
"Look, everyone knows that auto mechanics tamper with the battery so you have to go back to them a week" said the guy, the other one looking bored rolling his eyes as he continued on. "But you can't do jack because they're you know tied... to the mafia" The other one sunk more on his couch, the red shirt one turning to him. "I know this fascinates you, you fascinator."
"Yeah real riveting Jim" the range shirt guy saying sarcastically. "I'd probably be more riveted if I didn't have you know ACTUAL PROBLEMS!"
"Pfft what actual problems could you even have Petey?" Jim asked.
Suddenly we then see a very busty red anthropamorphic fox girl maid (wearing nothing more then a blue maid cap) twirl in as she is shown holding a cup of tea on a plate she presents to Pete. "Your earl grey honey tea, Lord Pete" she said respectfully.
"Thank you" Pete said taking it from her hands, trying to politely wave her away. "That will be all for now Marissa."
"Of course master" she said with a gigle before cursteying twirling away.
Jim looked over annoyed. "Oooh yeah that's a real problem you got there Peter."
We then see a giant black hippo burst into the room. This hippo was a 70's era cel shaded looking cartoon with big giant chompers and a goofy grin with small hands as he struck a pose. "Hey Peterrrrrrrrrrrrrr, can I borrow your egg beaterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?" He asked before then striking a lot of exaggerated expressions. "You see, with the beating, and the eggs and the ha cha cha ain't we got fun?"
Peter and Jim laughed at this, the former of which reaching under his couch and throwing him an egg beater. "Sure do Banga Hippo" Peter said taking out his phone and taking photos of the broken wall.
"oooh you got the beater which I can beat ya see and by the beating I mean not the eggs but the wall with the breakage and the ruining that oh we cannot be having" Banga then started twirling the egg beater as it instantly started repairing the whole that he went through making several goofy zany faces before disappearing back through the wall.
Peter and Jim eventually stopped laughing, the former of which sighed. "See THAT's the problem" Peter pointed out. "I can't keep having both my maid and funny toon pal keep missing one another. Sooner or later they're going to meet."
"Meet cute?" Jim suggested.
"You know Maids and cartoons can't get along when they have one person they're supposed to be under, which is why you're only SUPPOSED to have one" Peter sighed holding out his hand. "But I can't choose man. Marissa's so nice and makes such amazing tea-"
Jim was shown sipping on it. "Yeah Toonami would give this an 8 out of 10."
Peter grunted taking it back in his hands. "And Banga's hilarious and able to fix any damage he causes, and with my Toon Force insurance, that's literally thousands upon thousands I get for each break. I haven't had to work in weeks."
"Pfft I haven't worked in weeks and you don't hear me gloating" Jim scoffed.
"Yeah but I you know found a way of making money without mooching off my friends."
"Yeah by mooching off the government."
Peter tried to retort actually looking stumped before looking away. "Point is, I'm going to have to ask one of them to leave, and I don't know which one."
Jim scratched his head. "Hmmm you know what you could do?"
Peter groaned. "This isn't one of your stupid hare brained schemes is it?"
"Hey this is one of my hilarious tastic hare brained schemes I'll have you know" Jim held out his hand. "What you do is you to Hollywood, find the president of FOX, and you pitch this as a hilarious new show for their fall line up."
"... That's your best plan?"
"Hey they accepted the cleaning lady so why not the cleaning lady Fox meets the cartoon Hippo... electric boogaloo?"
"....Seriously, that's your best plan?"
"Alright fine, pitch it to Paramount Plus. They'll literally pick up anything for a show."
"Uh how about a plan that doesn't involve pitching this as a show to a network."
"Well then man up and tell one of your buds they have to leave." Peter was about to say something. "And by that I mean not me!"
Peter sighed realizing he had a choice to make... or rather YOU had a choice to make