Back in college, during the Gulf War, my friends and I came up with a sitcom called "Four's a Jihad." IIRC, the plot of the first episode had something to do with a cookout on the balcony where one of the guys discovered that Mr. Furley had bought regular porcine hot dogs instead of something safe like turkey franks, and they spent fifteen minutes trying to get the hot dogs off all the Muslims' and Jews' paper plates in the style of an old "I Love Lucy" episode.
And yes, Mr. Furley was Mr. Furley. No change from the original.