Why won’t they shut up? Sir Dino, Patton Oswalt and Marc Maron are trying to listen to the Beatles and play old Nintendo games, but Satan and the nerds from the Supreme Court are making too much noise outside with their AR-15 rifles.
Sir Dino McRex, the time traveling dinosaur, Patton Oswalt and their friend Marc Maron are huddled in a cozy room with wooden floors, listening to music and playing video games. Sir Dino, fumbling around due to his tiny arms, is struggling to insert an old Nintendo cartridge into the gaming console. Patton Oswalt is making jokes about how the graphics on the classic Nintendo games are as ancient as Sir Dino himself. Marc Maron, with his signature sarcasm, is commenting on how the room feels like a time capsule that has been decorated by his grandmother.
They are surrounded by vinyl records of The Beatles and other assorted artists. Sir Dino, his scaly tail clumsily flailing around in the human-sized room, accidentally knocks over three of the records which are leaning against the wall. The first record is “The Early Beatles”, the second is “BEATLES ’65” and the third shows the band members holding umbrellas. Sir Dino apologizes in his prehistoric growl.
Getting tired of the unbearably monotonous retro video game music, they decide to listen to some Beatles records instead. As they are about to play the first record, they are suddenly distracted by the extremely loud sounds of guns firing outside. Sir Dino, his dinosaur instincts un accustomed to such a cacophony, thinks it’s a meteor shower and starts panicking. Patton, in his comedic style, quips, “Well, I didn’t know we were in the middle of the Revolutionary War!” Marc retorts with his dry sense of humor, “I’m not sure, but I think they have killed whatever it is they’re shooting at. I know they have absolutely massacred any shred of security and well-being I had left. Why won’t they shut up?”
They all cautiously approach the window to see what’s happening outside. To their astonishment, they see Satan and several Supreme Court justices, the crooked and unethical members of the bench, in their flowing black robes, having a wild block party next door. They are guzzling brightly colored Jell-O shooters and shooting off AR-15 rifles into the air.
Sir Dino’s jaw drops (which is quite a sight, considering he’s a toothy dinosaur), and Patton exclaims, “Well, that’s one way to interpret the Second Amendment!” Marc, not to be outdone, says, “I guess those fuckers really don’t care who they piss off, do they? Hanging out in broad daylight with the Prince of Darkness, no less.”
Thoroughly amazed at the sight, they watch as Satan, with his red horns and tail, is dancing with the justices, who are surprisingly agile despite their robes and age. The music from the block party is a bizarre mix of heavy metal and classical tunes.
Sir Dino, Patton and Marc decide they can’t just stand by and watch. They take a moment to prepare their arguments and head outside to confront the rowdy neighbors. Sir Dino roars with his booming voice to get everyone’s attention. The justices and Satan pause and look over. Patton, holding the Beatles records, waves them around and cries, “We’re trying to live our lives in peace here! Are you just that fucking oblivious? The very least you could do is offer us a drink!”
Satan, surprisingly receptive, appreciates that while the justices might be astonishingly clueless and corrupt, the public relations optics for this situation might not be that great. The party calms down a bit, and the Devil, perhaps the only one of them with a conscience, has the decency to apologize for any trouble he may have caused.
Inspired by the events, Marc Maron decides to take action. He goes back inside and starts writing a strongly worded editorial letter. In his letter, he recommends an amendment that would prohibit Supreme Court justices from associating with the forces of evil, especially during loud block parties involving firearms. He reads the letter aloud to Sir Dino and Patton, who both nod in approval. They decide to use their celebrity status to disseminate it to every corner of the Internet.
The next day, Marc reads his editorial on his podcast, and it becomes a sensation. The Supreme Court justices, slightly embarrassed but only superficially phased by the outrage, issue an apology for the disturbance.
Sir Dino McRex, satisfied that some sort of meaningful change might arise from these events, decides it’s time for him to travel back to his era. Patton Oswalt and Marc Maron bid him farewell.
As Sir Dino disappears into the time vortex, Patton and Marc make a pact to remember this bizarre adventure and the importance of community and responsible fun.
The neighborhood returns to its peaceful state, with the occasional Beatles tune floating in the air as a reminder of the day when a time traveling dinosaur, a comedian and a podcaster teamed up to bring harmony between the Supreme Court justices, Satan and the forces of rock and roll.
