Treece… Kenan Thompson
Cassie… Natasha Lyonne
Brad… Kyle Mooney
Helen… Cecily Strong[Starts with a band playing on a stage]
Treece: [singing] And so I pulled up my pants,
and I said, I see you at work.
Thank you very much. Thank you, Kingston residents inn. Once again, we are the Treece Henderson Trio. So glad that you joined our big kickoff to Summer Celebration. We got a hot show to get back to but before we do, my allergies are exploding. Can I ask if anyone has a little bit of Nasonex in their purse? Just a little squirt of Nasonex. Maybe the tiniest pump of Nasonex. It would really get me through this experience. I’ll put a condom on the nasal insert, so can it doesn’t get infected. Can I get that squirt? Am I speaking clearly? I have asked for Nasonex at least TreeceTreece times. Nasonex. Now,
Cassie: Nobody has it Treece.
Treece: Okay, fine.[music playing] [singing]Tweedledee rolled
soon we’ll eat hamburgers
in the summer sun [Cassie playing harmonica really good]
Alright. Let’s meet the band. On keyboards it’s Brad Dates. And his last name is Dates, but he hasn’t had one in six years.
Brad: I’ve been married for 10, Treece. [playing keyboard]
Treece: Hey, this is just show pattern. I don’t know. Also here tonight. It’s Helen.
Helen: I’m Helen. I don’t play an instrument. I’m just here to dance.
Treece: Well, we love how it helps out the band. And finally on harmonica is my roommate and landlord, Cassie Marie.
Cassie: Watch me blow this [playing harmonica]
Brad: Yes. Cassie, yes.
Treece: Yes, that was fire, Cassie Marie. I thought you’d be phoning it in tonight considering the state I found you in this morning.
Cassie: Oh no. That’s between us, Treece. I told you everything’s fine.
Treece: Well, you were crying pretty hard in the car.
Cassie: Okay, Treece, I don’t want to talk about that here. My tears are my business.
Brad: Yeah, boundaries Treece.
Treece: But I care about her emotional state.
Cassie: Treece, zip it.
Treece: Okay fine![singing] summer tea this
put on a thong
and spread all of your summer sex
Cassie: Nice! [playing harmonica]
Treece: Alright, how is everybody doing tonight? How about you lovely couple?
Bowen: Oh, we’re not a couple. I’m gay and she’s my psychic.
Chloe: Yes. And the spirit world is telling me that your harmonica player is hiding something from you.
Treece: I knew it. Spill the beans Cassie Marie.
Cassie: Oh, there’s nothing to spill. And there’s no such thing as psychics.
Chloe: It’s someone with an R name.
Treece: What? So there is an R in your life. Is it R. Kelly? Steer clear.
Cassie: It is not R. Kelly?
Treece: Well, that’s good news.[singing] Tweedledee hot
no days in school
I want to make friends
with somebody who has a pool
Chloe: Treece, I’m so sorry to interrupt, but Cassie is about to receive a Nest Cam alert.
Treece: Oh my goodness. Pull out your phone.
Cassie: Treece, you’re killing the vibe.
Treece: Just do it. [notification] It’s your Nest Cam. There’s someone in your front yard. She was right again.
Cassie: You twp, get out of here with your dental business.
Bowen: Oh no. I paid $4 for both of these seats. We’re not going anywhere honey.
Treece: Who is that in your yard? He’s wearing a t-shirt that says Ronald.
Brad: That’s an R name.
Cassie: Yes. It’s my ex, Ronald.
Treece: Well, that explains the T. Wait, what’s he doing now?
Cassie: He’s in a closet bedroom. Yes.
Treece: What? But that’s my closet bedroom. That’s where I put my fashion wear.
Cassie: He must think they’re mine. He’s going to burn them to get me back for dumping him.
Treece: Oh no, he has my Bottega Veneta fanny pack. You can’t burn that. That’s my Bottega Veneta.
Helen: But it’s a knock off, jeez.
Treece: Oh, you shut up.
Cassie: Treece, it’s just clothes.
Treece: You’re just clothes. and your ex boyfriend is about to Angela Bassett my Bottega Veneta and set it on fire and then just walk away and snap. Now you call them and tell them to stop.
Cassie: Okay, just for you Treece. [calling] Hello Ronald. What did you say to me? No, you’re garbage. I don’t care, burn every piece of clothing in that room if you want.
Treece: No! That was not the plan.
Cassie: I’m sorry Treece, I’ll buy you all new stuff tomorrow.
Treece: You can’t. You’re poorer than me. My Bottega Veneta![singing] Tweedledee hot
y’all full of bugs
I’m cutting you off from
all of my summer hugs