The party provides some aggressive fantasy tech support to a condescending magical AI by smashing its hardware to pieces while Tuuki tries to hack its admin password with "123456".

After turning a council of ancient Netherese brains into forbidden smoothies and surviving a magical game of Where's Waldo, the party comes face-to-face with the ultimate dungeon terror: an overly cheerful, giant magical parody of Clippy.

After crashing an ancient, illusory high-society masquerade using terrible fake accents and denim jorts, the party accidentally shatters the magic to reveal their fancy new friends are actually just a bunch of highly offended brains in jars.

Surviving a laser-breathing cyborg dragon requires indestructible jorts, cleaning a gas-filled room with a fireball, and handing a sentient axe to an iron golem for the ultimate robot smackdown.

Doug fights a funky rhythm curse in his jorts while the party escapes a flamethrower siege, only to face a cyborg dragon that gives a whole new meaning to heavy metal.

Armed with golden jorts and a penguin with a flintlock, the party's dungeon retail therapy is cut short by a dragon-riding bard belting out David Bowie lyrics.

He-Rax discovers that ancient telescopes charge a literal entry fee of one eyeball, forcing an emergency transplant with a slimy spare, while a shapeshifter makes off with the party's tactical allergy medication.

Tuuki channels his inner pop star to obliterate a zombie horde with a giant sun sphere, while the rest of the party celebrates by looting magical toast and trying on the dead villain's dress.

After a severed toe swap turns a noblewoman into literal building supplies, the group must rely on a questionable repairman disguise to survive the gaze of Waterdeep's most paranoid crime boss.

Doug's lackluster creme brule fails to impress a gourmet kobold chef, sparking a chaotic retreat that involves a halfling meat shield, exploding barrels, and a furious Mind Flayer.