(Variation of studio theme music playing)
(Suspenseful music playing)
(Men straining and grunting)
(Grunting continues)
- (Gunshot) - (Body thuds)
(Dramatic music plays)
(Soul music playing)
Linda: Well, that's the first time
an exterminator said he's gonna pray for us.
That's okay, right? That's not a bad sign.
- No. - Whatcha doin', gene?
I'm making an instrument out of spoons,
and a napkin holder, and dreams, and magic.
Obviously, Tina.
How's the burger, Bob?
Bob: It's okay. | put an egg on it.
Why is dad making a burger at8:00 A.M.?
Is he on British time?
He's making it to bring to Mr. Dowling at the bank.
We have a meeting this morning
and we're gonna ask for an extension
on our loan payment.
Oh, fun.
And we really, really need to get that extension.
All the restaurant equipment is wrapped up in that loan.
S0, you're giving him a burger?
Al e[ We can't give him money, Tina.
- 'Cause we don't have any? - Pretty much.
How about you play him some of this?
- (Rattling) - What, to scare him?
No. To enchant him.
Bob, you know | love this "bring him a burger" idea,
but isn't it a little early to be making it?
| mean, our appointment isn't for a while.
(Whispering) This is a practice burger.
(Whispering) Why are you whispering?
| don't want it to hear and feel bad.
Okay.
(In female voice) Wait, I'm a what?
(In normal voice) Nothing. What? You're great. (Shushes)
(In female voice) Mmm, that feels nice.
(In normal voice) | know. | know.
(In female voice) Don't rub my sesame seeds off.
(In normal voice) | won't. Don't worry.
- They're a cute couple. - Eh, I give 'em a year.
I'm gonna make another practice burger.
And I'm gonna try not to think too much
about how much is riding on today.
Maybe | should put two eggs on it.
Hey! This could be your burger of the day!
You can call it your, "keep your sunny side up
"and your cloudy side down,
"stay positive, Bobby,
"things are gonna be okay burger."
- Right? - Bob: It's a little long.
How about "Mr. Greasy"?
Well, better get going.
Only one more week of school and then I'm summer Tina.
And big things are comin’ for summer Tina.
Big things like that heat rash you get sometimes?
Bigger.
Summer Louise might be
making some moves that are pretty big, too.
Maybe. | don't know.
Don't worry about it, all right?
Tina: Fine. Sorry.
Summer gene's gonna be topless 24/7
- and doin' a lot of this. - (Rattling)
- Louise: Oh, great. - Bye, my babies.
Watch out for the messed up sidewalk!
Tina: Thank you!
(Cheerful music playing)
Bob: (Singing) Every day we come downstairs
unlock the door
and turn the sign to open
open
is another day | give myself a little diarrhea
from the worry and the stressin’'
and the hopin’
-but | won't think about -but you shouldn't think about
those fears nhow
Mr. Dowling at the bank is gonna say, "oh, wow"
when he tastes our burgers, tastes our fries
he'll probably give us a high-five
extend our loan, throw us a bone
and tell us we are
-in the zone -yeah!
-Send us on our merry way -mm-hmm.
Hey, have yourselves a pleasant day
both: We'll come back here, we'll go berserk
we'll hug and kiss
and get to work
oh, Bobby, | like what I'm hearin’'
diarrhea’s fine, but no sense fearin'
- l mean. - Uh!
When you have that just UN-stop-timistic spirit
it's gonna be the sunny side up
summer of our lives
ooh
every time | see him
oh, my heart, it does a crazy little dance
something like, eh, eh, eh.
Looks good.
And | want for him to kiss me
and then walk away so | can see
what's shakin'in the backside of his pants
poop?
| think that this is real, what | feel
and if he could feel it too well then that would be ideal
so | wanna make this thing legit
-I'm gonna put a ring on it -oon.
But not a ring ‘cause that's cray-cray
I mean, we're only in eighth grade
I'll do the thing eighth graders do
when you like-like me and | like-like you
put something special on a chain
and give it to him and explain
I'd like for you to be my summer boyfriend
you'll say yes and then to seal it
shake your rear end
and it's gonna be the sunny side up
summer of my life
each and every day | want to sing
| want to play
play this napkiny thing, | made it
and it's gonna revolutionize American pop music
each and every day
| just think I'm pretty great
yep, that's right no big deal
I'm not hiding what | feel
about some things on my mind
and if they're holding me behind
keeping me feeling small
though they actually make me tall
hope they don't hear me talkin' about them
don't know what | am without them
-but this summer | might see -but this summer we might see
-just who I turn out to be -just what we turned out to be
and it's gonna be the sunny side up
summer of our lives
guess we're gonna go for it feels kinda scary, I'll admit
it will be great, it's gonna work
we'll hug and kiss and go berserk
I'll take a chance, don't second guess
we're doing great if he just answers yes
(both vocalizing end note)
- No. - Both: Huh?
- I'm sorry. Extension denied. - Bob: Huh?
You have seven days to make your payment
or we'll repossess your restaurant equipment.
Seven days?
Possess our equipment? Like, haunt it?
| brought you a burger.
Oh, no thanks.
- I'm trying to eat less meat. - Oh, my god.
I'm going to close out the file.
And, uh, your faces are making me
sad,
so if you could go?
Oh, my face?
And can you take the, um... hmm?
There's fries in there. You want the fries?
Typing till you're gone. Typing till you're gone.
(Rattling)
And that is the breakthrough we've been looking for.
It hurts my teeth somehow. Also who's "we"?
The band! Our underappreciated but highly influential band,
the itty bitty ditty committee?
That we're in with my sisters.
And recorder bad boy, Peter pescadero.
- Oh, right. We were in a band. - And we went with that name?
Yes! And we were just waiting to discover our sound,
[=lalo bn isyv] (= you agree that I've found it.
(Rattling)
Zeke: I'm gonna get ya! I'm gonna get ya! Come on.
Jimmy Jr.: Zeke. Ow.
- Too hard! Aah! - Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! (Grunts)
I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna walk
[fle] Gl mo/ trig[Si(S and I'm gonna do it.
I'm not gonna do it.
| am gonna do it. Here | go.
Nope. Going back over here. Can'tdo it.
- Yes, | can. Yes, | can. - Zeke. Ow! Zeke. Ow!
Ow, Zeke. My penis area!
Nope. Not the right time. Stand down, soldier.
Ready? Go!
Louise! Come do a dead man's drop.
Ooh, that's over there and I'm over here.
- But thank you. - She's scared.
(Scoffs) No. I'm not.
| mean, I'm scared of how comfortable | am. Over here.
She's afraid her hat will fall off.
(Scoffing) You're afraid a ir r =1 e
slenelol(etgf-l!
Good one. | mean, kinda.
| don't know why she still wears that thing.
It's like she's five.
- Oh, boy. - (Inhaler hisses)
- [Baby. Srr eta t3]
What'd you say? Did you just use the b-word?
Uh, I'm pretty sure she said, "lady."
| heard "rabies."
I'll show you rabies.
- (Louise screaming) - Tina: Easy. Easy.
What's going on over here? A little conflict?
-(Louise snarls) 7r
Bob: Stupid bank. Sunny side up.
More like crappy side up.
It's gonna be okay, Bob. Bob?
Do you think he remembers | ordered a burger?
-(Teddy grunts) N
- yeah. - (Bell jingles)
Your sidewalk's getting worse.
S 1aba[V1g} -| saw someone trip.
Hey, how are you guys gonna celebrate
getting that loan extension?
Should | get some t-shirts made? I'd wear one.
We didn't get the extension, Teddy.
What? But you made a burger!
- He's eating less meat, Teddy! - Okay! Jeez.
He's eating less meat.
Bob, calm down.
Seven days. We can do this.
All we have to do is sell enough burgers
in seven days to pay the bank, which is...
Bob: A lot.
Eh, well, that's not that much, right? We can do it.
Hey, there's gonna be more business
down at the wonder wharf
[=lvet n the octa-wharfiversary!
Oh, yeanh, the octa-wharfiversary.
More foot traffic.
Uh, yeah. That's true.
And feet have mouths.
Mouths that we could put burgers in. Right, Bob?
Yeah. Feet have mouths.
- (Laughs) Feet mouths. - (Bob chuckleys)
Ls =r r y =1-s
doesn't it feel good to be a little hopeful?
Instead of being scary and shouty.
And making people feel nervous to ask about their order.
Yeah, it does a little bit.
(Singing) /t's gonna be the sunny side up
come on!
-Both: Summer of our lives -(Cheerful music playing)
L a-la-la-la-la-la-la
l a-la-la-la-la-la-la
r r r rn n -(Rumbling)
Huh? Oh! Oh! Oh!
(Dramatic music playing)
Oh, my god.
Linda: If's not so bad.
Louise: Especially if you're into huge sinkholes.
| mean, you can't get tari{Al=ne[E]e] &
customers need that, usually,
to be able to get into the restaurant.
Linda: Oh, hey, Mr. Dowling.
Don't worry about this at all. We're doing great!
Seven days! (Chuckles)
He's shaking his head, but that's probably
just ‘cause he's got a bug oal r =le=0
- Calvin: Look out! - (Horn beeps)
Landlord coming through!
Wealthy landlord coming through.
That's a big hole, Bob.
- What'd you do? - What?
| agree. This is in no way
caused by old and leaky outflow pipes
that the landlord of this property
should have replaced years ago.
Good point, sir.
Is this important?
Because, (clears throat)
Calvin, we were right in the middle of flyering
for wonder wharf and champumping.
How long do you think I relg
to fill in, Mr. Fischoeder?
Well, let's see, what year is it now?
- Oh, my god. - He's kidding. (Chuckles)
- You're kidding, right? - Yes. Let's say yes.
[I'm putting you in charge o] R I rceine
you're my ne'er-do-well brother
who no one believes in,
but maybe filling holes is your thing.
And you just need a chance to shine.
Grover, I'm delegating this to you,
since you're our something.
- Lawyer. And cousin. - Right. Ugh.
Anyway, the city will take care of this.
- Probably done soon-ish? - Or sooner!
See, Bob? Our hole's getting filled.
- Gene: If | had a nickel... - Gene.
Shall we champump our way out of here?
Finish passing out (Ori
(gulps)
(Grunts, sighs)
I'm exhausted. (Slurping)
"Eighty years of cheap thrills and almost no decapitations."
Wow, that's such a low amount.
| know. Can you believe it?
She's lasted 80 years
without getting sued out of existence
or collapsing into the sea.
Louise: That's what we say about dad.
- Bob: Louise. - My dad left all this to me,
the pier, all these buildings.
| still can't tell if it was a joke.
(Coughs) Should've been me.
Oh, well, that would've been funny.
- Ha, true. - (Felix mumbles)
This says you're gonna have live music
at the "newly half renovated bandshell."
Yes. We've got that accordion group,
accordinary people. Everybody loves them.
We've got Johnny jazz hands.
He does something with his hands
- that | don't want to spoil. - Thank you.
And our band, the itty bitty ditty committee!
Ha! Oh. You're serious. I'm gonna step away from you.
All right, fellas. Let's not be here anymore.
Bye, burger people. See you when the rent's due.
(Scatting) Put it in my mouth.
- (Sighs) Rent. - Oh, rent.
Mr. Fischoeder. We need your help!
Calvin: Mm... mm-mm. Mm-mm.
- No, yeah, yeah. - Oh, my.
The bank's being kinda cranky about our business loan.
S0, can we not pay you rent for a little bit?
S0 we can pay the bank?
You want to not pay me rent?
Am | understanding your ridiculous question?
Just for this month.
Felix: Mmm-mm, mm-mm. Mm.
Mm-mm. Mm.
| agree with Felix.
Well, | am of two minds, and by that, | mean, drunk.
- S0, I'm going to say maybe. - Felidx: Hmm.
Oh, hush. Drive on!
Felix and Calvin: (Singing) We're driving on the sidewalk
gl -why "ha"?
'‘Cause we don't have to pay rent.
That'll help us with the bank.
He said, "maybe."
Yeah, but he winked when he said it.
He's only got one eye.
How do you know it wasn't a blink?
| can tell.
S anl -hi, Tina.
This is cool. It's so deep.
It's like at any moment
the earth can just swallow us up.
Yeah...
Andy: 'Cause it loves us so much.
Ollie: Mr. Belcher, do you have a backup restaurant,
in case the earth gets this one?
Bob: Um, no. Ollie: On.
Louise, get away from the hole.
Get away from the hole. Please!
All right, I'm going upstairs to go to the bathroom,
and they said we won't be able to flush
while they're fixing the water pipe,
so, last one to go,
| hope you had your shots,
[(o= (tsn <r o]Lglg o] Get intense in there.
Tina: | wanna go first. Or at least not last.
Gene: I wanna go last. | wanna be the cherry on top!
(Cheerful music playing)
(Cheerful music continues)
Stop staring at that hole, hole and qoates. Come to bed!
-No one came in today. 4t\
and now we have six days
- to pay the bank. - Yep.
(Sighs) And Mr. Fischoeder
didn't call us back about the rent.
We still don't know what kind of "maybe" that was.
Ninety percent of "maybes” are yeses.
Definitely not true.
We've said "maybe" to being in Teddy's book club
so many times.
Well, they fixed the pipe, that's good, right?
And it's a pretty blue plastic.
- S0 modern. We're hip now. - Hmm.
Hey, Mr. Mopey,
what was that thing you told me your mother used to say?
| don't know. "Something stinks in here"?
No. It was like, "hope and grit
"keeps you out of the you-know-what."
Oh, yeah. She did say that.
| think she thought that was very edgy.
- Well, it's true, too. - Mm.
Come on. Come to bed.
Tomorrow, the hole will get all filled up,
and we'll sell a million burgers.
And you'll be able to make facial expressions again, huh?
-Happy.
-Hopeful.
=\ [ng0 -kissy lips.
(Muffled) Stop, please.
-Closed eyes, piggy nose! S0
- "| love Linda!" - Mm.
Aw, | love you too, Bobby! Okay, bed!
(Muffled) Kids, lights out soon, okay?
We're good parents.
Tina: Tina rode Jericho down the beach,
Jimmy Jr. rode his horse, vericho.
[Vericho... s'vane. = (o] Is I
(laughing) Too slow.
Jericho: I'm running. I'm running. I'm running.
If you want to catch us
you'll have to take off lriv a= 1A st g
to be more aerodynamic.
Oh, you're doing it already. Great!
You're right. I'm faster when I'm just wearing underwear.
Tina: They galloped along the endless sand,
side by side.
This is a perfect day.
All my favorite stuff in one place.
You, my main horse, Jericho.
If only there were... Onh, there they are.
Hi, sexy zombies.
Zombies: Hi, tinal
damn. Oh. Hey, | have something for you.
Oh, yeah? Is that what | think it is?
My barrette-clace.
It's a combination of barrette and necklace.
Cool.
Gosh, I'm so nervous.
| shouldn't be nervous in my own fantasy.
This is a fantasy?
Don't worry about that. Forget | said anything.
Uh, | was wondering why | was so good
- at horsetop riding. - Horseback.
- What? - Nothing.
Walit, let's stop. Let's stop.
Whoa, whoa, Jericho.
Jericho: (Whines) | hate stopping.
S0, why are you nervous in your own fantasy?
Is it because you're having some doubts about real me,
summer boyfriend-wise?
Doubts, what?
I'm sensing some doubts.
Hey, how about you have a fantasy
and you can ask a lot of questions in that, huh?
Don't ruin this, fantasy Jimmy Jr.
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You're making me say (Q[Seisr (al]G[E [t
[| am not. Bilo rv El riei-ry/e]V [ [=f-ta[}
or your mind? Right? (Chuckling nervously)
-Okay, take it easy. Ow! ¥iyelsl
- you take it easy, okay? - Tina, calm down.
What's happening? What's happening, right now?
This is fun. We're having fun on the friggin' beach.
Son of a butt!
- (Rattling) - Mm-mm-mm! That sounds good.
Dad's been using this restaurant stuff all wrong.
Bibbity-bibbity-bibbity-bam!
-Bibbity-bibbity-bam! (Crowd cheering)
Thank you!
We are the litty bitty ditty committee!
Yeah!
(Crowd cheering)
Hey, Ken! You made it!
| thought you were at a conference in Houston.
Okay, I'll talk to you later.
Do you guys wanna hear one more song?
- (Rumbling) - What the...
(Suspenseful music playing)
- Robot: Stop. - What?
- Stop playing. - Why?
We can hear you from our planet
and it makes our teeth hurt.
Gene: You have teeth? Robot: Yeah, | think so.
How about you go get some different instruments
and maybe figure out if music is,
| don't know, your thing?
But everyone loves us.
Robot: No, they were being nice.
- See? They left. - Gene: Oh.
Robot: So, this is getting awkward.
Look, I'm not saying we'll destroy your planet,
but it's not, like, off the table,
[ if you play one more note olar a1 p][Gle ]
- (Um... S 21y=)
So, thank you for coming.
| know you all have busy schedules.
Dodomeki, bakaneko, okoro kamui,
unlicensed burobu plushie,
kuchi kopi, melted kuchi...
- We are happy to be here. - Kiss ass.
- What's that? - You heard me.
Louise: Fellas, please. I've got a situation.
At school. Chloe barbash called me a baby.
What do we do? Ideas. Go.
Shoot her out of a Cannon? Uh, karate chop her in half?
Find a shark and throw it at her?
These are just off the top of my head.
[| don't know if anyone else exele]Lalerten[Fgg]omiale
okay, we have Cannon, karate, shark. What else?
Why did she call you a baby?
It was the dead man's drop thing.
| didn't wanna do it.
| was worried all my loose change would fall out.
Okay.
All right, fine. It's also because of my hat. My ears.
| don't know if you guys have noticed,
but |, like, wear them a lot.
Oh. Oh, yeah. Yeah, now that you mention it.
Some people think,
Chloe thinks that I'm scared to not wear them.
- Which is crazy. - Totally.
And why's she dropping
these b-bombs on me like it's nothing?
It's offensive. To, you know, babies.
| mean, you are talking to your toys right now.
Is this a bad time to bring that up?
Louise: Uh, you're collectibles.
Damaged collectibles, some of you,
who are lucky to still be in the mix.
Yep. Right, yep. Got it.
How are these baby-ish?
| mean, yeah, I've had them since preschool,
and sure, | was thinking about
maybe not wearing them anymore...
Wait, back up.
Did you say you've had them since preschool?
Yes. You don't know the story?
-Is it long? Ar ir res
my parents gave me these,
because it was the first day of preschool
and | guess | was scared or something,
and my mom made them, and they gave them to me
so | would be brave.
So, what I'm hearing is your head
has not grown since preschool.
[Hey, some people's heads PR s =la o]0l
the perfect size and stay that way, okay?
Guys, we're supposed to be coming up with ideas here.
How do | step to Chloe,
get my rep back, and just generally bring it?
Oh, oh, oh! Melted night light idea light bulb.
Just say it.
You go in the hole.
The hole in front of the restaurant?
Yeah, yeah! Get video. Get it on tape.
You down in that scary hole.
- [Doing your thing. S I cier] (G[E]
You know what they say,
babies come out of holes, they don't go into them.
- Do they say that? - They do. All the time.
- I've never heard it. - Anyway,
there's your dead man's drop, ([We]Vi[T=-}
you drop into the abyss.
That sounded cool. Admit it.
Good kuchi kopi: Your breath's not cool.
Bad kuchi kopi: Oh, please. | brushed.
(Thunder rumbling)
Tina: So, I'm supposed to videotape you
climbing down into the hole
so you can show kids at school?
Yeah. 'Cause babies don't go into holes,
they come out of them.
Okay, you have to stop saying that.
And what am | supposed to do again?
You say, "Louise, don't go down there. It's dangerous."
And then, when | go anyway, you gasp.
Like this? (Gasps)
No, do it better.
- Can | say, "honey, no"? - Tina and Louise: No.
How about, (drawls) "What?"
Just the line and then the gasp is great. Thank you.
All those iin favor of doing this tomorrow morning?
Gene, | see your hand's almost up.
No! Mom and dad would try and stop me. It has to be now.
- Roll tape. - Okay.
Tina: (Drawling) Uh...
(Sighs) It's not that scary.
(You're just all in your head gle[Ai@gle)2
get out of your head.
Big girl, pajama pants. Come on!
(Dramatically) Louise, don't go down there.
It's dangerous!
Louise, don't go down there. It's dangerous!
| think we got it. That last one was good.
(Ominous music plays)
Ne-1phd
oh, not what | was expecting.
Yeah, well, let's just forget | even brought it up...
- (Gene and Tina gasp) - (Louise screams)
- (Grunts) - Louise, are you okay?
(Sighs) Yes!
Did you mean to wave your arms
all over the place while falling into the hole?
'Cause if so, you nailed it.
Yes, it all went great.
Can you toss me the light?
S e ei(=h -Louise: Ow.
Did you say, "ow" '‘cause you caught it?
Cie aoyl
s0, is that a wrap?
Yep. Yeah, | think we're good.
Wanna go ahead and help me out?
I'll grab the rope and try to climb up and you guys pull.
- With our arms? - Okay.
Tell us when.
Louise: Okay, yeah, just trying to...
(Grunting)
Stupid mud, | hate you.
Stay on, frickin' light.
Okay, pull. (Grunts)
(Both straining)
(Whimpering)
Ugh. Hold on. My foot's stuck.
My foot's stuck. That's not at all terrifying.
Everything's gonna be fine.
-(Squelching) (Grunting)
\what the...
-(Dramatic music playing) (Screaming)
(Both screaming)
(All continue screaming)
(Choking)
(Coughing)
(Drawling) So, how's our girl?
(Cameras clicking)
Bob: Now it's a crime scene. Great, great, great, great.
Tina: That's the spirit, dad!
Oh, my baby. My sweet baby.
Enough, mom! I'm okay.
Take it easy with the baby stuff.
Sorry, sorry. Oh, come here.
- (Kissing noisily) My baby. - Mom!
| know someone's dead
and their bones fell on your face.
In my mouth! In my mouth!
Let's just be clear. | tasted death.
I'm sorry you tasted death, Louise, but this is bad.
| don't think they fill in crime holes very quickly.
- Crime hole. - Gene.
Oh, yeah, they're really slow.
Oh, hey, sergeant bosco.
Yeah, they brush the dirt away with tiny little tools.
And their lunch break takes forever,
'‘cause they use tiny forks.
Naar([elellg[e| about the forks thing,
but yeah, it's gonna take a while.
- Aw, nuts. - (Bob sighs)
You know, they found a bullet lodged in the ribs.
And | don't think he fell on it,
if you know what | mean.
S0, it's in front of your restaurant, did you do it?
What? No!
Okay, easy. Just checking.
- You sure? - Yes, I'm sure.
| don't know. One time | saw him crumple a receipt
iin a way that made me uncomfortable.
- S0 much rage! - Gene.
- Crime hole! - Crime hole!
St -sorry.
Well, I'm gonna spilit.
Back to robbery division, which is just
as good as homicide, maybe better.
Everyone says that.
Sometimes homicide begs for help from us robbery guys.
Hey! Get out of here! Get out of here, go!
(Whimpering)
All right, kids, you gotta get out of here, too.
Go to school and don't go in any more holes, you hear me?
And stay away from crevices.
Oh, my sweet baby. Come here, come here!
- (Kissing noisily) - Mom!
Andy: You love me. Ollie: And you love me.
Andy: And you love me. Ollie: And you love me.
Andy: Time for us to get married.
| do! | do! | do!
What are you looking at there? A fun rock? (Gasps)
Louise, that's evidence!
You should have given that to the police!
What? Tooth-ifer? No, no, no. This is mine. | earned it.
When you go into a hole...
- Accidently fall into a hole. - A-bup-bup!
Gracefully tumble in while screaming?
Go into a hole,
you get to keep whatever lands in your mouth. That's a rule.
That's true under the bleachers, too!
Plus, look at it.
Isn't it the weirdest shaped tooth you've ever seen?
Okay, maybe not too close. (Gags)
You can't handle the tooth!
It was in my mouth, Tina!
It's just, | think it's, like,
against the law for you to have that.
Don't worry. It's just a souvenir.
I'll keep it to myself.
Check it, people.
- A dead man's tooth. - (All gasp)
And she's showing the whole school.
| went down to the sinkhole at night,
found a skeleton, this tooth fell in my mouth.
Did somebody say that's badass?
Like the ultimate dead man's drop?
| mean, | guess, maybe, | don't know.
It was very dramatic,
- [(and we got it all on tape. Q)]S
but we gotta get it transferred to a format
that anyone else in the world has.
| think my dad has that kinda player.
This just looks like that kind.
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oh, my god, sn nn ir gl
on a chain and gave it to you?
So romantic.
Yeah, we're gonna be summer boyfriend-girlfriend.
Jocelyn: Wait, but doesn't he, like, need it?
Tammy: What are you, a doctor?
Jocelyn: | don't know. Tammy: Where's your pager?
Hmm, maybe this is a good time to bring this baby out.
Cafeteria, pretty magical setting.
Just gotta untangle it a little bit,
and then it's time for that special moment.
Jimmy Jr.: Hey, Zeke, throw a chicken nugget in my mouth.
Okay.
Ow. Throw it again.
God, he's still trying (O nerz1(Eg)
That chicken nugget in his mouth.
His whole eighth grade year.
- Ow. Throw it again. - Should we just not do this?
No, | wanna be able to say
| caught a chicken nugget in my mouth.
More than anything.
Otherwise, this has all been a waste.
| see your point. We'll get you there.
(Sighs) Maybe now's not right. He's got a lot going on.
But still excited about this. Whoo-hoo.
And that's why I'm starting my foundation, sinkhole kids.
It's to help kids who've been in sinkholes.
It changes you. Some people can't handle it.
Fourth graders, why are you not sitting down?
Or are you sitting?
It's hard to tell. You're all so small.
A5 -oh, Louise,
| have been meaning to ask you,
where'd you get your hat?
| want to get one like that for my niece.
She's three and she loves bunnies.
- (Chloe giggling) - Back off, labonz.
What? I'm trying to cheer her up.
Potty training's not going well.
- (Louise grunts) - It's nasty.
Oh, hello, Louise.
Did you have a nice, nutritious meal?
-(Louise growls) _(Gasps)
Stupid Chloe barbash, laughing. I'll laugh at her.
She's not gonna laugh at me.
- What? - Nothing.
Okay, uh, call me back. Thank you. Bye.
S0, how many times is it okay
to call your landlord and leave a message?
Depends. Does he like-like you?
| still can't believe we were livin'
above a dead body this whole time.
| couldn't even tell.
| wonder who the skeleton was.
George Washington?
| can't think of any other dead people.
Well, whoever it was, they were murdered to death,
then buried to death by a murderer-burier.
And a scorpio, probably.
I'm gonna call him one more time.
- (All protesting) - Easy, Bob, easy.
Lin, we have to pay the bank.
You shout that a lot now.
We only have four days left.
There's no way we can pay rent
and come up with the bank's money.
We haven't sold any burgers.
Teddy's had a lot of burgers.
Right. We haven't sold any burgers
to someone besides Teddy.
Oh, my god. Look it. They're talking about our hole.
The skeleton discovered
earlier this morning under ocean Avenue
has been identified
as missing wonder wharf employee, Daniel Deangelo,
widely known to park customers as coftton candy Dan.
Cotton candy Dan?
Is that the guy who sold corndogs?
Mom, shush.
Police sources tell channel six news
that a suspect is being taken into custody tonight.
A-ha! There you go. They have a suspect.
Now they'll UN-crime scene our hole and fill it in.
And Mr. Fischoeder will call us back too,
and he'll tell us we can slide on the rent,
and we'll be on easy street.
Ir (is had a big hole in it, huh?
(Sighs) Maybe you're right.
Sorry. Sorry, | was freaking out.
Sorry, everybody.
Something's just come in. This is breaking news.
Wonder wharf owner, Calvin fischoeder,
has been arrested
and charged with the murder
- of cotton candy Dan. - (All gasp)
- What the... - Oh, my god.
Okay, that's not good.
We now go live to police headquarters.
Reporter: Mr. Fischoeder, do you have
any comments for us at this time?
| haven't killed any carnies.
There. | think that clears everything up.
| refer all further questions
to my personal attorney
and personal cousin, grover fischoeder.
My client is innocent and we're gonna prove it.
Yeah, sure, a bullet from my brother's gun
- was found in the guy's body. - Uh... (Chuckles nervously)
Felix: And sure, a lot of people heard him yelling,
(nn [o)] Om (ol (/| bl o=1l=)
"And I'm going to Bury your body
"where no one can find it." Sure.
- Grover: Uh... yeah. - But who among us
hasn't said those exact words
while gambling with carnies on a stormy night, huh?
Uh, no one. We've all said those words.
(Sighs) Maybe we'll be his one phone call?
Oh, the weather.
(Forecaster speaking indistinctly)
Teddy: Hey, wharfiversary stuff's still going on.
| heard they're doing half-priced rides
and free popcorn.
Yeah, kinda busy out there.
Teddy: Hmm, people do not seem to mind going to a park
owned by a murderer.
Linda: If only we could get to the people.
Why can't restaurants move around, you know?
- Just hop over the hole. - Huh.
Why can't buildings have little legs?
That'd be cute. Yeanh.
Or motors, and wheels?
That's cars.
Oh, yeah. That's cars.
(Drawling) Oh, god.
Oh, no.
- Oh, boy. - Is dad okay?
Oh, no.
-Oh, no, no, no. Shin s
dad, | don't wanna stop your flow,
but can you pass the pilaf?
- Oh, god. - That's butter.
You know what? Butter's better.
(Continues drawling) Oh, no.
How you doin' there, big guy?
(Sighs) | don't know.
| mean, | held it together
in front of the kids during dinner,
but I'm really worried.
Oh, yeah? | couldn't tell.
It's just our landlord's gonna go to prison.
The bank's gonna call in our loan,
and then they'll take our restaurant stuff,
and we will live in a box on the street.
This is what's gonna happen.
Oh, Bob, | need you. The kids need you.
What do you mean? You and the kids need me
to not go out of business.
No. Going out of business down there is not as bad
as going out of business in there.
My soft pec?
No, your heart.
Look, | know you're droopy Bob right now.
But you know who else is in there? Dreamy Bob.
The guy who wanted to open a restaurant
in the first place,
slap his name on it
make cuckoo crazy burgers with wild ingredients.
A new one every day.
| did not say "cuckoo crazy" burgers.
| would not say that.
You know what | mean. Super funky burgers.
Well, no matter what | said,
| think that maybe dreamy Bob is dumb
and droopy Bob just kinda sees things the way they are.
You know what you gotta do to droopy Bob?
9l my o p\ g
you gotta punch him in the nuts, like this.
- Ow! - Sorry, sorry, sorry
but you know what I'm saying. It's like a metaphor.
- Like this. - Ow!
Stop! It's not a metaphor if you actually do it.
Yes, it is.
I'm going to sleep. Good night.
And, hey, who knows,
maybe Mr. Fischoeder is innocent.
He gets out, we put that wink in the bank.
| don't know if he's innocent, but he is going to prison.
Well, at least the other prisoners
will like his eyepatch.
That's a good look for prison.
You know, conversation starter.
(Dramatic music playing)
Bye, kids. Have fun at school.
Gene, | hope we do okay on that math homework.
| was really wingin' it. Four.
| hope so too. Good guess.
(Gene and Tina yelp)
All right. Emergency kid meeting.
What? Now? Here?
Yeah, we gotta talk.
Outdoor, before schoal, emergency kid meeting?
Is this about whatever's going on
with Tina's bangs right now?
I've been wanting to fix them all morning.
- Wait, what? - Louise: No, listen.
| heard mom and dad talking last night.
The restaurant is in big trouble.
- Boy trouble? Girl trouble? - All the trouble.
Mr. Fischoeder can't go to prison.
If he does, mom and dad won't be able
to pay the bank, and then that's it.
No more restaurant.
And what are we gonna do with mom and dad after school
if there's no more restaurant?
- Huh. - Sign them up for sports?
But the good news is,
| think Mr. Fischoeder is innocent.
Innocent? But what about how guilty he is?
Well, why was he so relaxed about that hole?
If you had buried a guy in that exact spot,
wouldn't you be a little more anxious to fill it in?
Or at least go sneak that sucker out of there
and stick them somewhere else?
Like how you re-hide your journal every night?
No, | don't.
S0, here's the plan.
We need to skip school...
- No. - Yes.
We need to gather evidence, talk to witnhesses.
We need to start now.
But, Louise, if you don't think
Mr. Fischoeder did it, who did?
Here's what I'm thinking.
This was actually a beef between two carnies.
- Beef con carnie. - Louise: Mm-hmm.
You get your hands on fischoeder's gun,
you settle your score with cotton candy Dan,
you just got away with murder.
So, what do we do with that theory?
Turn it into a graphic novel.
Louise: No, we go talk to our old pal Mickey.
He's a carnie now.
He probably knows I rn i[N e [o ]| o b
and | brought all the gear we'll need.
Snacks, gum, night light.
Oh, snacks. I'm in.
- Night light? - Yeah. In case it gets dark.
| thought we were doing this during school time.
| don't know why | mentioned the light.
Let's just get our bikes, shall we?
(Sighs) Fine. | did forget to do a bunch of homework.
Great. So, we have to get past the back door
without mom and dad seeing us.
Stay low, follow my lead. Try to look like alley trash.
Gene: Or raccoon poop.
(Jazzy music playing)
(Whispers) We did that really well.
All right. Save Mr. Fischoeder,
save the restaurant, solve a murder.
On three. One, two, three.
All: Save Mr. Fischoeder,
save the restaurant, solve a murder.
And prove we're not babies, and Chloe barbash is dumb.
Okay, let's move.
This is how law and order should start. Every time.
Louise: Hi, we're looking for Mickey.
- Mickey? - Louise: Yeah. Mickey.
Brown hair, used to Rob banks, nice guy. Works here now.
No, | know Mickey. He owes me three seventy-five.
- Dollars? - And seventy-five.
- Cents? - Yeah, cents.
Louise: Where is he working today? Scream-i-cane?
Ah, he's off till second shift.
Do you know where he lives?
We could probably remind him about the three seventy-five?
He lives in carniapolis.
Most of the carnies live in carniapolis.
That makes sense.
Where is carniapolis?
Hang a left at the old dog food building.
But don't go there.
- Don't go there? - The dog food building?
Yeah, down past the stadium.
You'll smell it, then go left. But seriously, don't go there.
Uh, is there a reason you keep saying, "don't go there"?
- Because you shouldn't. - Okey dokey.
Just wanted to clarify, but, um, why should we...
Hi, is the park open?
No, I'm just here '‘cause I'm trapped inside this booth.
Yes, we're open. All rides half off today.
The only crime would be
to not take advantage of these prices.
Okay, new sign. | think this is the one.
- "We have a 'hole' new look." - Bob: Mm.
"Come on in through the alley.
"It's not weird. Love, Linda and Bob."
Bob: | guess that's professional.
"P.s., alley smells like pee, restaurant is fine."
(Man shouts indistinctly)
Oh, Bob. Dirt.
- Bob: Dirt? - Dirt.
Bob: (Grunts) I'm getting up.
Onh, dirt. They're gonna fill in the hole.
Linda: Yeah. Look at them.
Linda: (Gasps) Uh...
- Where are they going? - Bob: They are leaving.
Linda: And they're leaving the dirt?
Bob: They are leaving the dirt.
Do we put it in ourselves, or...
They probably have someone else coming.
- A dirt installer? - Mm.
It's nice. It's like a little mountain.
| don't like it. | think it should be in the hole.
- Linda: Mm. - Bob. Linda. Come. Come see.
(Imitates fanfare) | call it the mobile Bob burger mobile.
S0, you can sell burgers in the street.
You could go anywhere. Hot street meat.
It's my grill from home, but | upgraded the wheels,
and | put these bars on it so you can move it.
- Linda: Oh, wow. Uh-huh. - It's got a cooler for drinks.
-Got a little umbrella here. Yo\l
you got a place to keep buns and toppings.
| figure, you grill, Linda serves,
and I'll push it around for you.
So, I'll be there the whole time with you guys,
keeping the banter going,
being part of each other's lives.
You know, laughing, loving, learning.
Teddy, Teddy, Teddy.
It's so nice of you to do this. But we...
We don't have a license to sell food on the street.
We could get fined.
(Chuckles) Nah.
I'll keep an eye out for the cops.
- | don't think we can... - Linda: | love it.
- Wait, what'd you say? - L love it.
Right? You can't get the people to your burgers,
you bring the burgers to them.
[(Sllc1a )r r{Ci=trite] We're just skipping over
my "we don't have a license" comment.
Oh, come on, Bob. It's not a law, right?
It's like I'm supposed to wear a hairnet
when | work in the kitchen, but | never do.
That's a law. Also a law. They're both laws.
Bob, we have to sell
- some burgers today, right? - Yes.
Linda: We got four days to pay the bank.
- That's true. - Come on.
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this place can't close.
| can't live if livin' is without you.
-Teddy. | said we could do it. S0l melelele
let's light this sucker up, huh?
- You got it. - (All yelp)
No problem. No problem.
Just gotta check the gas line.
Might have had it up a little bit high. (Chuckles)
You guys meet me back here with some ground beef,
and some comfortable shoes,
and maybe an apron for me
so we all kinda have a uniform.
Oh, that gives me an idea.
Bob, | gotta go up to the apartment real quick.
- Be right back. - Okay, Bob, grab your meat.
Please don't shout that at me.
Right, right. (Whispers) Grab your meat.
Smells like the most stuff you can grind up to make food.
Tina: Oh, look, that was their slogan.
Gene: Huh.
Tina: This doesn't look right. No one lives here.
Gene: | don't know why. It's beautiful.
(Indistinct yelling)
Louise: Whoa, you hear that?
Tina: Huh. They sound cranky.
Louise: Let's check it out. Tina: Oh, okay.
| miss school.
I'm feeling suddenly like | love fractions.
Tina: Yeah, | wanna learn about photosynthesis
so badly right now.
If this is carniapolis,
maybe we shouldn't disturb
their scary sounding carnie time?
N leeta I =r (al they're deciding who to shiv
and if they see us, they'll be like, "oh, let's shiv them."
But you know, maybe not.
(Indistinct yelling continues)
(Ominous music plays)
Tina: Are they playing a game with duckies?
Gene: Adorably?
Lucky ducky. Lucky ducky. Damn.
- Kids. - Hi, Mickey.
How's it going?
You here to buy drugs? You don't buy drugs.
| can't even swallow pills.
We have to hide them in his food.
We, uh, wanted to ask you some questions.
Mickey, your turn.
Oh. Can you skip me?
We play lucky ducks, but we play carnie rules.
Tina: Seems fun.
There's more beer and yelling
than when kids play it at wonder wharf.
Yeah, well, we're toasting cotton candy Dan.
That's why we're also gambling
and pushing each other and punching each other.
The first shift folks made a nice little memorial
to put on the pier in his old spot.
And us second shift folks are, uh, doing this.
Uh-huh.
-(Whispers) Just ask him. Mov sis yr
but pretty soon, right?
Give me a second. | can't just say,
"hey, Mickey, which carnie killed cotton candy Dan?"
Wait, did you say,
"which carnie killed cotton candy Dan?"
(Laughs awkwardly)
Louise: It did sound like that, didn't it?
You come in to carniapolis
and accuse a carnie of killing another carnie?
| think that's right. Is that right?
You know, it's bad enough
that Mr. Fischoeder kills one of us,
which is bad boss alert, am | right?
- Yeah. - But to throw it back on us?
Hey, hey, they're just kids.
Kid cops. Little kid cops. They have those, you know?
For going into small spaces and hiding in boxes.
Nah, | know these guys.
They're not cops. They're little burger babies.
- (Louise growls) - Maybe don't use that word.
What? "Burger"? Sorry. Meat patties?
It's just too much.
First fischoeder kills cotton candy Dan, now this?
| may have a tattoo of a dagger
stabbing a heart going up into his skull
and it says "dead inside," but | have feelings, you know?
(Singing) Some lucky ducks o ciac1 r r vo)
Some break their backs to make a buck
- (upbeat music playing) - And sure, we are a bunch
of shady criminal-ish gents and ladies
-but we did our time -yeah
-we paid for our crimes -well, most of us.
And our misdemeanors
now we sell fried dough and wieners
even though we're kinda sketchy gals and fellas
doesn't mean that fischoeder
- (can go and kill us NY =)L
working here can really be
-a roller coaster -carnie: Hup!
One day you're cleaning vomit
next you're on a missing poster
it's such a drag
to have a boss
-who pays you bad -who pays us bad
then bumps you off
some lucky ducks
-get all the luck -oh, yes, they do
-but that's not us -no, sir.
/011 ol st ol El 10[O] 6 -sing it.
It really stinks
- (grunting rhythmically) - It really sucks
so we'll just play our lucky ducks
cool. Have fun with that.
Should we get going?
(Singing) Some lucky ducks o ciac1 r r vo)
You've said your piece, now listen up
o x (2ol a2 it seems just fine
you think that's bad? Ves"a l=l le ml iz
the other day, things got real crazy
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- (all gasp) - What?
Yeah.
Even though I'm small, well, | can tell you for sure
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that solves this frickin' murder
I know you all think fischoeder's the one
who did it
but | will find the evidence to get him acquitted
nn =r (e} -All: It's such a drag
-that's what they say -to have a boss
[(a\ a1 o)G]E] - Who pays you bad
- (now go and play snl rl ro)Id
-some lucky ducks -it really stinks
-get all the luck -it really sucks
-until | show -so we'll just play
-them what is what -our lucky ducks
(upbeat music continues)
I'm gonna show them
-all what | can do -(Carnies vocalizing)
Gonna show ‘em I'm much braver than what you
think that | am, even though I'm small
no matter whatever, gonna show you all
Louise: Come on. We don't need their help.
Tina: Have a nice day.
See, they're not cops.
Cops don't dance around like that.
They dance like this. (Gruntys)
Louise: (Scoffs) More like carni-crapolis.
Gene: | liked it.
| think I'm gonna have my next birthday party there.
Tina: Oh, good idea.
Yeah, the theme's gonna be "disgruntled."
That's nice.
Um... am | being paranoid,
or is that big scary carnie following us?
(Gasps) Maybe he just remembered
that he forgot to murder us.
- Oh, god. - Quick, this way.
(All panting)
Tina: Dead end.
Gene: That's worse than split ends.
Uh, Tina, why'd you say go this way?
-Tina: | didn't. _(All scream)
(Gasps) Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to scare you.
No, no, of course not.
Just following kids into alleys.
Everybody loves that. (Chuckles nervously)
Is there something we can do for you?
You were asking who wanted to kill cotton candy Dan?
No, | mean, before.
But not anymore. We've moved on.
| got something to tell you.
| didn't wanna say it back there.
They don't wanna hear what | gotta say.
We're listening.
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| was there that night, you know?
The last night anyone saw Dan.
- You were? - Yeah.
We were playing lucky ducky on the wharf.
And sure, Dan and Mr. Fischoeder
got into a big fight.
Mr. Fischoeder started throwing ducks at Dan's head.
He kept yelling "duck," and it was confusing.
| can see that.
Anyway, after the game, | went back
‘cause | forgot my stress ball.
And it's just Dan, Mr. Fischoeder,
and Felix fischoeder,
and they're yelling at each other,
(ello r ulv acr1) Throwing ducks.
Wait. Felix was at the game?
Vom a rv 1m e
Mr. Fischoeder doesn't let him play lucky ducky
because Felix gives all the duckies
different voices and personalities
and it makes it take a while.
That's why it was weird that he showed up that night.
But nobody back there wants to hear
that maybe Mr. Fischoeder didn't do it.
Oh, my god. Of course.
Felix fischoeder. It's so Felix.
He has access to Mr. Fischoeder's gun.
He was fighting with both Mr. Fischoeder
and cotton candy Dan.
And most importantly, he has a motive.
He has a motive to frame his brother.
Because he's mad
Mr. Fischoeder doesn't like his lucky ducky voices?
No, because | bet you
if Mr. Fischoeder goes to jail, Felix gets his money.
We gotta go to the cops.
Oh. Uh, mind if | don't go to the cops?
| have to pick up my dry cleaning,
because it's dry now.
- Louise: Yeah, no problem. - Okay.
Louise: Let's go, let's go, let's go.
Gene: Thank you, scary carnie. Love you. Bye.
Carnie: Bye.
Teddy: Well, everything fits perfectly.
What's this for?
- Olive bar. - What?
| thought you could have imported olives,
and they could go there.
- Oh. I'm not sure... - While you wait for a burger,
you help yourself to an imported olive.
Okay.
| got these on my way over. You can pay me later.
- Mm. - Mobile Bob burger mobile
is a little fancier than restaurant Bob burgers.
You'll get used to it.
Where's Linda? | feel like she's missing all the fun
of us setting up this cart together.
Ta-dal
- what's happening? - L get it.
No questions from this guy.
I'm the marketing department.
| took gene's burger suit,
let out the crotch a little bit, and bam.
I'll push the product, while you push the cart.
- But the bikini. - It's summer.
- And sex sells, baby. - Yeah, Bob.
Is that sex? A burger with a bikini on it?
- Uh, yeah. - Linda: Mm-hmm.
Okay, let's do it.
-Yay. Sallnqle[pld
- | dreamt this. - Oh. No, don't tell us.
No, it was nice.
Linda wasn't in it. It was just a burger in a bikini.
Bob: Yeah, still don't tell us.
Teddy: I'm so happy right now. Let's go save your restaurant!
- Sergeant bosco. - (Splutters)
- Holy smokes, you scared me. - Sorry. Sorry.
Don't sneak up on a cop.
That's our job. We sneak up on you.
Why are you here?
We went to the police station, where you live, | assume.
But nobody from homicide would talk to us.
So, then we went to look for you in robbery,
but they said you were on a stakeout.
And they told you where | was?
They said you were at a dangerous
biker gang headquarters,
and we said, "the one eyed snakes"?
And they said, "yeah,"
and we said, "oh, we know those guys."
And they were like, "what?"
And we were like, "yeah, they're really nice."
Get down, get down. (Shushing)
Gene: You get down. Tina: (Whispers) Gene.
Gene: (Whispering) Sorry. We are also getting down.
What are we looking for?
(Whispers) Bikers.
Right. But, doing what?
We got a tip that they stole a bunch of karaoke machines,
and I'm watching to see if they try and move the goods.
That doesn't seem like their kind of crime.
Critter: (Singing) Come on, shake your body
baby, do the conga
you know you can't control yourself any longer
- oh, okay. - Sergeant bosco: Mm-hmm.
Anyway, we're here to tell you
that the police have the wrong guy.
Mr. Fischoeder didn't kill cotton candy Dan.
His brother, Felix, did.
Wait, aren't you kids supposed to be in that place
with the books and adults that tell you stuff?
- Adult bookstore? - No.
- School? - Yeah. School.
Some of us think we are supposed to be
in school right now. Yes.
Tina, the restaurant, remember?
If Mr. Fischoeder goes to jail,
the restaurant goes under.
Down under.
Where the didgeridoo whatever they're gonna do.
(Grunts) Get out.
Get out of my unmarked stakeout vehicle.
Go catch tadpoles or whatever kids do.
- Go catch tadpoles? - Yeah.
- Tadpoles? - Yeah.
The things that turn into frogs.
We know what they are.
| was pretty sure. Not bad to clarify.
- We're city folk. - Oh, | see.
- You're just robbery. - Sergeant bosco: Mm.
You couldn't help even if you wanted to.
Because it's a homicide.
You don't know anything about that case, do you?
(Lo a (01 | know all the stuff.
Name one stuff.
| know something that's not in the papers.
-(Scoffs) Yeanh, right. S [e)
They found a cufflink in the hole, near the body.
- Yeah? - A very unique cufflink.
Custom. It's a banana wearing a graduation hat.
- Hmm, classy. - Carnies don't wear cufflinks.
True. Lotta tank tops.
| know carnies don't wear cufflinks.
They searched fischoeder's house,
but they haven't found the other one.
- Huh. - Yeah.
But | bet they didn't search Felix's.
We need to go to Felix's place and look for that cufflink.
Go, go, go.
Hate it. Terrible plan. Don't like it.
Oh, good. Looks like you're taking
your annoying conversation somewhere else. Bye.
Sergeant bosco, you know you left the light
on the top of your car.
Huh? What? Oh, damn it. Son of a...
Argh. Okay. At least no one saw.
They don't know I'm here.
Get away. Get away. Shoo. Shoo.
Hey, kids. Hey, Louise.
- Louise: Hey, critter. - You bothering
- that nice policeman? - No.
I'm not a policeman. What are you...
Son of a... Dang nab.
Oh, my bad. You're just a regular guy. I'm sorry.
Your badge is on the dashboard.
Can they see that?
And your coffee says "sergeant bosco" on it.
All right, get away.
Fresh hot burgers. Sexy burgers.
- Bob: Lin. - What?
(Singing) You wanna eat a burger
does she look like a weird streetwalker?
Not too much.
- How's the burger? - It's great.
I've never eaten outside before.
-Wait, what? Rv
-are you selling burgers? Rv -1
I'll take a cheeseburger.
What was it? What made you want a burger?
| was hungry.
- And then you saw a... - Cart.
And a person dressed as a...
She's not with us. Shoo, shoo.
Oh, Bob.
Fresh hot burgers. Sexy burgers. Fresh hot...
(Gasps) Bob, it's Hugo.
Teddy: Hugo the health inspector?
Oh, god. They know we don't have a license to do this.
Um, did you mean for me to hear that?
Shh! Crouch down.
Okay, but | feel a little weird about it.
It's just quite a coincidence, that's all.
| start using chapstick, and then, all of a sudden,
you start using chapstick?
Why can't you just be flattered?
- Oh, fine, use it. - Oh, thank god.
(Whispering) They're gonna see us.
Let's hide in wonder wharf. Teddy, let's move.
I'm still eating my burger.
Do | go, too?
Yes, stay low.
Are you coming, Ron?
Sorry, putting on my chapstick.
Hugo: Hmm.
Hmm.
(Jazzy music playing)
(Whispers) Treehouse. Go.
(Grunting)
(Panting)
Hmm. Hmm.
Heaven? Sounds like heaven.
| think she's saying we're number one.
But we're "not all there, upstairs."
Oh, my god. I'm saying let's go up the ladder
and listen for Felix, and see if he's in there.
- Oh, that makes more sense. - Tina: Mm-hmm.
(In adult-like voice) Felix fischoeder?
That treehouse hot tub you ordered is here.
(In normal voice) Okay, he's not home.
Oh, god.
People, we are looking for a banana cufflink.
An educated banana cufflink.
Also, we might be in @ murderer's house,
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yep, yep. If he comes home, you fight him.
Tina: Uh...
(Dog carnie grunting rhythmically)
Dog carnie: Oh. Oonh.
Bob: Okay, uh, do we go back out now?
See if the coast is clear?
Or do we stay here? Sell these folks some burgers?
Um, | mean...
What? Let them throw up our food on the rides.
Hey, look.
Bob burgers is getting a little bit of a line.
Linda: No. We are not Bob burgers.
\we work here now.
(Grunts) At the wharf.
| mean, we don't.
But, | guess we could stay for a little bit.
Also, we were never Bob burgers.
Hello, ma'am. Sir.
You can order anything
from the top-third of the front of the menu there,
and anything from the left side of the middle section
on the back of the menu.
And you are welcome
to an imported olive while you wait.
Can | get the toothpick back when you're done?
Bob's looking at me funny.
Never mind. That is yours to keep.
(Sighs) | don't think it's here.
We looked everywhere.
It's definitely not
ta r I eljd soft cashmere sweater
that I'm just rubbing =1ple mgvl elolgo}
or is it? Better keep looking.
(Grunts happily)
Felix: (Muffled) Yeah, | just got home.
(Gasps) Crap, he's home. Quick, hide.
Felix: Are you at your house?
(Tina whimpering)
(Whispering) We all did a terrible job.
Gene, you're just standing against the wall.
(Whispering) Where he'd least suspect.
Crap. Everybody into the closet.
Felix: I'm just going upstairs.
Gonna get some stuff out of the closet.
(Srr etin o) - Crap. Everybody out.
What about there?
Louise: Yes, quick. Go, go, go.
This is lovely.
- Shh! - All right.
Don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look.
-Okay, now look. Nn n e}
-Fanny. Fashion show. \ys}
- yes. Look. - No, I'm sleepy.
(Whispers) Is that Fanny? | thought she was in jail.
| guess she's out, and they're trying to make it work.
| mean, the chemistry's there.
Fanny, Fanny, Fanny, Fanny, Fanny.
(This is my travel outfit. [Weye) @
-you'll love it. Look, look. NY =}
come on.
Fleeing the country is a once in a lifetime thing.
We deserve to look good doing it.
| don't wanna flee the country. It's too far.
Oh, wait, that's cute.
Yay. Okay. What are you gonna wear?
A hat that looks like shorts,
and shorts that look like a hat.
- Okay. - It works. Trust me.
Should we talk and pack or...
- Bye. - Okay.
All right, I'll meet you at the place.
(Singing) Fleeing the country, fleeing the country
Felix and Fanny framed fischoeder,
and now they're fleeing the freaking country.
| can't believe it.
Mm, little stuffy in here.
- Opening these guys. - (Tina gasps)
(Breathes deeply)
(Whispering) | think we can climb down from here.
Tina, you go first.
What? Oh, god.
(Whimpering)
Gene: Mm.
(Gene grunting)
Louise: Weird place to put your dirty dishes.
Bri tn g1 he is a murderer. Maybe.
Yeah, murderers probably leave
their dishes all over the place.
Gene, try that door.
(Gene gasps)
Gene, what did you do?
| don't know. (Whimpers)
This is gonna help me with childbirth later in life.
(Grunts) Thank you.
Okay, | have some questions about this moving balcony.
Louise: | think it's how he gets his meals
and sends back his dishes.
Gene: Oh, then | love it. (Gasps)
Suitcase, suitcase, you're gonna fly.
Oh, my god. He's gonna see us.
(Gasps)
(All straining quietly)
What am | forgetting? Have my mints.
Packed my sleeping shorts.
(Clicking tongue) Ah, I'm good.
My wet wipes.
Ah, | can hire a wet wiper when | get there.
Louise: Oh, thank god.
But he's gonna get away. We gotta follow him.
Nope. Doesn't sound right.
Gene, back me up on this.
You can hire a wet wiper?
(All grunt)
I'm okay.
All right. We'll follow him,
and call the police when we see what his plan is.
Gene: | want a moving dish balcony.
Here you go. Totally normal wonder wharf burger.
We've sold a lot of food.
Teddy, this cart is perfect.
| mean, not perfect, but it's great.
(Sniffling) No big deal. Just helping out a friend.
But, maybe we should move around a little bit.
So we don't get caught doing this.
We're not gonna get caught. Bob, we fit right in.
A family just took a picture with me.
No, | saw that.
A family was surprised when you jumped in their picture.
A lucky family.
Please, can we move to be safe?
- On, fine. - Teddy: Let's do it.
We're moving locations, people.
- Lin, shh. - Oh, Bob. Relax.
- Everything's going great. - (Objects shatter)
- What was that? - Back it up. Back it up.
It's some cotton candy, and a picture, and a candle...
(Gasps) It's a little shrine for cotton candy Dan.
So0l g [o} -Uh, it's fine.
I'm gonna put it all back together over here.
Okay, that's broken. Oh. Oops.
That's not gonna stand up.
It's all right. Nobody saw, right?
- What the... - Linda: Oh, boy.
Teddy: Uh-onh.
- Bob: Oh, crap. - Are you kidding me?
Well, why was it on the ground like that?
'Cause that was his spot.
Okay, yeanh. That's a good reason.
We worked really hard on that memorial. Kinda.
Also, who are you?
Nobody.
Is that guy picking up a lead pipe?
Onh, it's a hotdog. Still.
Bob: We should maybe leave the park.
We can't get to the exit. We'd have to get through him.
Oh, my god. Okay, uh, new idea.
Linda, Teddy, I ts sv
Linda: Yep. Yep. We're running.
Felix: Excuse me. Whoopsie. Pa-pa-pap-pap-pap.
Louise: Why is Felix going into wonder wharf
if he wants to flee the country?
Is wonder wharf in international waters?
Maybe he wants to win a goldfish real quick.
No bikes on the pier.
Louise: Yeah, no, we know.
We're friends now though,
so, it's okay, right? Yeah, thank you.
| know that Felix is a murderer,
but it's kinda sweet that he and Fanny
are gonna flee the country together.
It's a real he-fled, she-fled situation.
What? Tina, get your head outta your boobs.
Right. Right.
(Sentimental music plays)
- Hey, Tina... - (Gasps)
you're not really thinking
about Felix and Fanny, are you?
Fantasy Jimmy Jr., what are you doing here?
You're thinking about me. You're thinking about this.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.
Holy crap.
Phew! | don't have time for this.
But that question you wanna ask me.
You're not nervous that I'll say no.
You're nervous that I'll say yes.
And that real me
is just never gonna be as good as fantasy me.
- Dang it, Jimmy Jr., not now. - (Yelps)
- Oh, sorry. - Fantasy Jimmy Jr.: I'm okay.
Tina, focus.
Yep. Coming. Here | am.
Lo om h o1 El g g ei 1
there's the bandshell.
See ya soon, Shelly. We're gonna rock so hard.
Lot of confidence here,
despite what some robots may say.
- Tina: What? - Nothing.
Look, the golf cart.
And he's parked in front of the funhouse
like a true criminal.
Well, what's he doing in there?
(Singing) A lovely bunch of sailors dancing in a row
| knew | looked good.
Louise: Get down.
Felix: Beep-beep, ba-boop, ba-beep. Thank you.
(V[ Ar (v1 a"are v1 1aya
(all panting)
Felix: And...
Oh. Parked.
(Humming)
(Grunts)
Louise: The molehill? Ugh.
| like the molenhill.
It's the ride they recommend for grandparents
and people with heart problems.
| go on it with dad.
Both: Whee.
What's happening in there?
- Moles got him, probably. - Come on.
Tina: (Grunts) Stupid kickstand. Wait up.
| don't hear anything.
Lavlst I vya "do not enter," so |...
Oh, you're going in.
\what the...
Where the hell did he go?
Ooh, buttons.
You know what | like to do wi r4
gene, no. Jeez, good thing you didn't push that one.
- Mm! Hello, lover. - Tina: No, no, no, no, no.
-(Button clicks) _(All screaming)
Gene: Wow.
(Sighs) | think we lost them. | think we're good.
Sheesh, you knock over one memorial.
Well, it was a nice thing that they made
for their friend who was murdered.
And we were pretending that we work here,
and | guess, taking money from them.
And | look like a giant burger,
and you know, maybe they're hungry.
Carnie: There they are. Bob: Oh, for Pete's sake.
Teddy: Go, go, go, go, go.
Bob: Yep. Linda: Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
| have an idea. You guys go left at the corner.
I'll take the cart and go straight ahead.
- They'll follow the cart. - Bob: | don't think
- that's gonna work. - Good idea, Teddy. Thank you.
Teddy: Take care of Linda for me.
Turn here, turn here.
-Bob: Uh... all right. (Teddy yells)
- (Dog carnie grunts) - Onh, sorry, sorry, sorry.
Should we chase those guys?
-Dog carnie: Yeah. N odo 0t l=xe a mo e =n ao 11 xe 11 b
Bob: Didn't work.
What is this place?
Tina: Did we go through a time warp?
Gene: | bet we quantum leapt.
Where did Felix go?
Also, how do we get outta here if he tries to kkill...
-Children? Srr
ew, what are you doing here? Did you hear me go pee-pee?
- Kids: Uh... - Calvin: Children? Ew.
Louise: Mr. Fischoeder.
What are you doing in our secret clubhouse?
What are you doing in your secret clubhouse?
| thought you were in jall.
- | posted ball. - Jail bail.
Yep, had to. Those beds were bad for my back.
How'd you get in here?
You were running around up there
pressing buttons, weren't you?
Of course, we were. They're buttons.
You pressed the ouchies button?
Weren't you worried about ouchies?
- Eh. - Okay, well,
you can leave now. Bye.
Calvin and | have some business things to do.
Mm. You have tr =t tl
this is why | think you should grow a beard.
You know | can't!
Sorry, can you give us a sec? We just need to hug.
- We love each other. - Gross.
(Whispers) Guys, we gotta tell Mr. Fischoeder
that his brother framed him,
and then get him out of here
before Felix does something bad to him.
Tina: This feels nice.
Yeah, we should do this more often.
Okay, yeah, but save the restaurant, remember?
Great hug. Now, Mr. Fischoeder,
can we talk to you over here?
Calvin: | don't hug.
Gene: Ooh, what's this thing? Louise: Gene!
Oh, yes, my sweet old organ.
- Gene: Your wiener? - (Calvin scats)
Calvin: That is the orchestramarama.
Gene: | love that.
- Interesting. Can |, uh... - It is interesting.
This used to be part of the old park.
- (Louise groans) - This place was
the orchestramaramatorium.
And it was the launch point for our underwater ride,
Poseidon's sea-cret, spelled s-e-a,
which I'm just now getting.
Oh, yeah. (Grunts softly)
You see, when our father bought the pier,
he built wonder wharf on top of the old park,
and he hid this room away.
Sealed it up under the molehill.
- (Music chiming) - And ha-cha.
Gene: Oonh. Tina: Whoa.
Calvin: Mm, the sea monsters win.
Those look like dolphins.
Well, dolphins were considered monsters back then.
- Mr. Fischoeder... - Gene: Quick question.
- Yes, boy Bob child. - (Louise sighs)
Could our band borrow this when we headline
at the wonder wharf bandshell this summer?
| assume it's easy to move.
Follow-up question, don't you think
that now that we're borrowing this,
we should headline at the bandshell this summer?
Ha! You're dreaming.
Johnny jazz hands is the headliner.
Gene, stop getting distracted.
Ooh, wanna see our secret mini-cars from the '50s
that we drive in our secret under-pier?
Gene: Yes. Louise: No, we don't.
Oh, goody.
(Upbeat music playing)
Okay, so this is here.
(Engine starts)
Excellent for storage under piers.
Old ride parts over there.
Carousel horses!
Shh, I'm doing this tour.
Carousel horses over there.
We can get ice cream any time we want.
Hello. Bye.
The stuffed animal storage unit.
For when you need a little snuggle.
Hmm, not as many in here as | would have thought.
Maybe you're right, Felix. Maybe they do come to life.
| told you.
This was our daycare center-slash-bar.
Had to close it.
Yep, kids couldn't handle their liquor.
Okay, now that we got that out of our system...
Uh, Felix, is that a stain on the back of your outfit?
Oh, god, no.
(Grunting)
Mr. Fischoeder, we have to tell you something.
It's about Felix.
- We think that he's... - (Thud)
(Yelling)
- (Gruntys) - Calvin: Ah, grover,
- nice of you to join us. - (Groaning)
Will you ever not be awkward when you come down that slide?
(Grunts) Someday. Heh.
| feel like I'm getting better at it.
S\ (g qle} -Felix: No, you're not.
- Mm, orchestramarama time. - Feldx mm-hmm.
Oh! Kids. (Chuckles)
It's so great you have kids here.
Hi, kids. Sinkhole kids.
Hey, uh, lawyer guy,
you got a second for some quick legal advice?
- Oh. (Chuckles) - Sure you do.
We're just gonna chat about a lawsuit I'm in.
Tina, you wanted to talk to Felix
- about something? - Mm-mm, no, | didn't.
No, no, no, no, you should talk to him now.
Really? 'Cause I'd love to not do that.
Tina, talk to Felix. You'll be fine.
Felix: Oh, like you're such a treat.
Tina: Sorry, sorry.
Look, why don't | give you my card
and you can... (Grunts)
(Whispering) Felix killed cotton candy Dan.
He's framing his brother.
What? (Scoffs)
No. No. (Chuckling)
Yes. We overheard him planning to leave the country.
Well, that part's true.
They're both planning to leave the country.
That's why they're here. That's why I'm here.
They made me bring them books on tape.
They're mostly coloring books on tape.
| don't even know how that works.
What the hell? They're fleeing together?
That doesn't make any sense.
Gene: Shall | accompany you?
- Calvin: No, thank you. - Yes, thank you.
- No, thank you. - Yes, thank you.
- No, thank you. - (Plays organ)
Ooh, | like that. What did you just do?
Keep doing that.
(Tina droning)
Well, this is fun.
Oh, um, so,
have you heard... you... From Fanny lately?
Yes, we're back together-ish.
That's good. Is she less homicidal now?
Yes, much less homicidal. Thanks for asking.
She's my little Fanny Fanny boo-boo.
Aw, you really love her, huh?
More than | love how | look in this ouffit.
- (Organ continues playing) - (Calvin cheering)
Hmm. But, what if how you feel about her,
how you feel about love doesn't ever match?
How it really is? In real life?
Well, this got deep.
What if no one lives up to anyone's expectations?
What if I'm just letting a butt lead my heart
- down a dead-end road? - (Calvin continues cheering)
Boy, the energy over there seems great, doesn't it?
Uh, stay in school.
(Sings) La-la-la, la-la-la-la
(sighs deeply)
(Somber music playing)
(Grunts) Darn it.
(Grunts)
(Sighs)
(Grunts) Oh, my god.
Calvin: Let's play something jazzy, shall we?
Gene: Oh, yes, | love jazz.
Onh, is that gonna choke a fish?
Look, | don't know what the deal is with Felix,
but you can't let them leave the country.
Mr. Fischoeder's innocent.
But he said he's afraid he can't beat the charge.
That's why they're fleeing to Cuba. In their submarine.
What are you two hush-hushing about over there?
Yeah. We can whisper too.
(Mimics whispering)
See? It's hurtful.
We're talking about oiv elng f-talolor
which as your attorney and your cousin,
| advise you not to use.
That thing works?
And goes places?
Uh, yeah. Jealous? We tricked her out.
We knew we'd eventually have to flee the country
for one reason or another.
We're naughty little nellies.
This baby can even play books on tape.
Grover, you bring the stuff?
- Yes. - Calvin: Oh, good.
- Gene: Yay. - It's all online, you know.
How to convert a 1920s era submarine-themed ride
into an almost-real submarine.
Some videos are better than others.
Avoid sub dude's, but overall pretty simple.
We shove off in an hour or so.
We're just waiting for the tide.
That's something submarine people say.
And some of us will also be able to have
one last land poo.
That's another submarine term, | think.
Yep, we'll be refueling in a secret cove
near myrtle beach by midnight.
And picking up someone's on-again off-again girlfriend.
[2 ue]Q} -Oh, shush, she's great.
Okay, | forbid this.
You are going to stay in this country,
(tsr t prove your innocence,
and continue to be our landlord
so we don't lose -zl
great speech, Louise. Ir e=ta qyeltr
yes. You're welcome.
If you do decide to stay, we should start talking
- about your legal strategy. - Boring.
- And your arraignment. - Boring-er.
Grover, let me put this on your head,
so we don't have to hear you
- talking, talking, talking. - No, no, no, no, no.
Felix: Yay, | did it.
- | put a helmet on our lawyer. - Oh, my god.
You oughta be on an ottoman.
-Louise: (Sighs) Oh, my god. _(Calvin scatting)
(Muffled) No. Don't. Stop. Don't hit my...
Okay, nobody wants to solve this crime,
and everyone is awful.
Onh, let's play that game
where we spin you around till you fall over.
Grover: No, no, | don't like that game.
(Scoffs) Pictures of silly rich people
who just go to Cuba whenever they get charged with murder.
-(Calvin whooping) (Grover whimpers)
Grover: Stop it! (Grunting)
Louise: Nobody will help us. Nobody cares.
And the real murderer
will just keep living their life and...
(Dramatic music playing)
\what the...
1o\ =14
grover: Don't like this.
No, | don't want... (Grunts)
(Louise gasps)
Louise: That shape.
Grover: Take this thing off me.
Holy crap.
Grover: Stop it! Louise: (Whispering) Psst!
- Tina. Psst! - Tina: (Whispering) What?
(Grunting meaningfully)
(Whispering) Grover. Pow-pow.
(Gasps) Onh.
| figured it out.
(Grunts triumphantly)
You guys seem very excited about something.
S a ceie =t -no.
-(Louise falters) (Grover panting)
Grover: What?
Why are you looking at me like that? Like | farted?
They're the ones being jerky.
Oh, no reason. | forget.
(Laughs nervously)
- What are you holding? - Louise: Nothing.
Um, candy.
(Gulps) Mmm. So good.
- (Gags) - Now you're gagging.
(Gags) No. Mm-mm.
- (Gags) - Let me see.
He really wants some candy.
Grover: Spit it.
Grover: What the...
Is that a tooth?
It's so weird looking and...
(Gasps)
That's, uh, candy for you these days.
Looks like weird old teeth.
Grover: | see. And you enjoy that, do you?
Yeah, well, it does the trick.
Whoa, you're pointing a spear gun at us.
Yeah, right. Whoa.
Nobody move.
They went this way. They must be close, right?
Do you see '’em?
Dog carnie: | can't really see anything.
(Whispers) Bob, are those the kids' bikes?
Bob: What the...
E\g[e r g 18] Mr. Fischoeder's golf cart.
What is going on?
| don't know. Uh-oh, uh-oh.
Oh, no, I'm slipping.
Oh, my... Now I'm slipping, too.
Sorry.
What's that sound?
Oh, god. Hold on.
How? Kegels.
Huh. Well, now | don't hear it.
Come on. Let's go to the front gate, and try to cut 'em off.
Dog carnie: Okay.
Carnie: No, Fitz. This way.
- (Both grunt) - Bob: Oh, god.
(Bob groaning)
(Gasps) Didn't hurt.
Come on, let's go find the kids.
Okay, yeanh, you know what I'm gonna do?
I'm just gonna get all your phones. Come on.
Tina: We don't have phones.
And it hasn't been an issue socially at all.
Oh, really? A teen girl without a phone?
That's what | keep saying.
It's just harder to justify every year. | mean, just...
Yeah, we don't need to get into it. Bye, phones.
[St lvr'i(R(Ete] {Ig[E] at the picture,
and you saw my banana cufflink,
which | bought for myself when | graduated law school
'cause no one else got me a present.
[S0l oleterale]O} -You went to law school?
| knew he bit me,
but | didn't know he swallowed the damn thing.
[And you have that weird tooth I cr r o] G
and it matches my scar,
and now everyone thinks
| murdered him just 'cause | did.
Unbelievable. You killed cotton candy Andy?
- Tina: Dan. - Cotton candy Andy Dan?
- It's just... never mind. - You framed me?
You're a terrible family lawyer.
And a selfish lover, | bet.
Well, we should probably hit the road.
No, we're all gonna stay right here
where no one's gonna come looking for you.
(Bob and Linda screaming)
Oh, my face!
Ha! Now you're in trouble. Our mom and dad are here.
[(Oh, my babies. Oh, my babies. Grilnern o] Rg)
I'm glad you're here.
| mean, | wish you had more police with you.
But, uh, yeah, also you look good, mom.
Thank you, Tina.
You better not have stretched my burger suit.
But the bikini can stay.
| don't know why we didn't put that on in the first place.
Sorry we skipped school.
You skipped school?
Why'd you do that?
We were saving the restaurant and solving a murder.
Solving a murder is no reason to leave school.
Okay, department of education.
Shush, shush, shush! I'm so annoyed.
How did you find us? How did you even get in here?
- We saw the kids' bikes. - Ugh, bikes!
And their bikes were by some stairs.
So, we went up,
and we went into the little electrical place.
- Yay, buttons. - Linda, no.
(Both screaming)
Yeah, mom.
- No, no cheering. - Sorry.
(Singing) Diarrhea’s comin' back
- (midtempo music playing) - My family's under attack
it's not so great, | do agree
I've also got a bad wedgie
thought I could prove I'm not a baby
but now all of us need saving
dropped my hopes into the ocean
sorry if a fish is chokin’
sure, a lot is happening
but | wish | brought my napkin thing
it might have helped to calm us down
everybody, hush. Don't make a sound.
But why are you doing all this?
Okay, good question. Ni yrs
(singing in falsetto) Look, I'm not that evil, no
I'm not a bad person
so, | killed one carnie
well, it's just ‘cause I'm determined
to finally get what | think that I'm deservin'
and to turn it into something worthy
trust me, I'm sure you will agree
would you like to hear my master plan?
Okay, can you answer faster ‘cause | asked you
would you like to hear my master plan?
Um, yes.
Okay, that's more like it
I'm so glad that you asked
aov t-s n lg the fischoeder family trust,
because I'm in the family.
Well, barely.
He's from the bad part of the family.
He means the poor part.
They're bad because they're poor.
Shut it. Shut your front door.
-Okay, okay. Qnn isr
| said okay.
[S0, in this family trust, o]V tn
you're ineligible to receive benefits
if you've been convicted of a felony.
And every single one of them has been.
All except for cousin Calvin, because he never got caught.
- Yeah, baby. - Grover: Shush!
So, | frame him, and boom.
Now, if something unfortunate happens
to Calvin and Felix,
whom will they suspect?
Not me, no, no, no. Why would they?
Something unfortunate is going to happen to us?
Uh, yes. Surprise.
- Oh, poo. - Wait, both of us?
Yeah, sorry. You were so insistent
about going with your brother to Cuba...
-| bought an outfit. S certel qa
but let's just say your submarine
iisn't going to go to Cuba.
Oh. Cancun?
It won't make it out from under the pier.
- Oh, my. - Oh, dear.
Did you think that sub was gonna make it to Cuba?
Hmm, | think we might have gotten
a little too excited about the sub idea.
| mean, isn't it just an old ride?
Yes, it runs on tokens.
But not the best frame job, right?
| mean, why Bury cotton candy Dan
in front of our restaurant and then wait six years?
Belchers: Huh. Tina: Right.
| didn't Bury him in front of your restaurant.
And | didn't wanna wait six years.
(Dramatically) Six years.
Easy. Easy.
Maybe we should hold off on the questions.
| had it all worked out. A top-rate murder.
[| shoot Mr. Carnie o ke v]
| stick him in a pile of dirt,
or whatever yucky stuff
was near the entrance to the whaitf
| leave the stupid foot sticking out,
so ssomeone would be sure to see it
but little did | know
that some numbskull backhoe operator
working for the city was gonna scoop up that pile
without even checking for dead carnies.
| come back, I've got no body.
| didn't know where they'd brought the dirt.
And it's not like | could go around asking,
"hey, what's the word? Did anyone find any dead guys?
"This tall? Kind of a biter?"
It was a nightmare.
But thankfully, blessedly,
your stupid pipe burst and saved the day.
The skeleton was found, frame job back on,
and it's true what they say,
good things happen to good people.
Wait a second.
Is this all about your silly mega-park idea?
- Yes. - Calvin: Mm-hmm.
(Singing) This is about my mega-park
my much more efficient and profitable
than your stupid pier mega-park
-it'll have gift shops -oh.
-So0 many giftshops -1 love giftshops.
-And so much parking -Bob: Lin!
And I'll get the best marketers
to do the best marketing
and indoor motion simulator rides
if you could see my scale models
then you'd understand why cotton candy Dan
had to die
- it's gonna be so worth it. - Okay.
Because business dreams are about business.
They're not about dreams.
- That's not true. - All right then.
| think | got it figured out
| think that this is what | need
you're gonna all get in the sub
and then I'll launch you in the sea
no, no, | don't think that's right
no, that's right.
You won't be able to get out
the handle's broken from inside
-then the pier will be on fire -all: What?
Well, you caused it then you died
(harmonizing) Oh, that's so careless of us
yeah, what they'll say is this.
Metal wheels on metal tracks
will cause a spark, a little flare
whoops, the drapes, they catch on fire
and it just gets worse from there
up it goes into the molehill
which now seems to be quite full
of cute and fluffy, very burny
flammable stuffed animals
- s0, they don't come to life? - 1 guess not.
And then the molehill turns into mole hell.
That's what we call dad's back.
- We do? - Oh, oh-oh
| have so many problems with this plan
like what? People on the pier?
Gone. I'm closing early. What else?
You would burn in the fire, too?
Nope. | made a fuse out of cooking oil,
sugar and balloon string.
All things you'd find in an amusement pier.
It's gonna go up the stairs,
over the roof of this stupid room.
And arson investigators will never suspect a thing
my fuse and my brilliant flammable stuffed animals idea
gives me just enough time to get back to the gym,
which is my alibi.
| went there just an hour ago
| said the steam room was too steamy
I made a pretty damn big show
then | slipped out the window and that's how | got here now
| just sneak back in through the window
and boom
I've been at the gym three hours
| don't know if you have three hour gym body. Sorry.
Yeah, it's not believable.
- No, you're too pasty. - (Grunts angrily)
Also, your mega-park is mega-dumb. And so are you.
(Grunts angrily)
(Sighs) | want to amend my earlier statement.
- Here we go. - I'm not that evil.
But I'm feeling evil today
(music ends in flourish)
Carnie: Closing the park early.
Always feels weird, huh?
Fitz: Yeah, we never found those burger people.
Well, chasing them's the fun part, isn't it?
Hey, you wearing that thing home?
Fitz: Yeah, you know, | have a date later.
Oh, good for you.
(Sighs) That was close. That was close.
Glad we got you out of there, little cart.
But boy, oh, boy, did you do good selling burgers!
| wouldn't be surprised if Bob and Linda
use you every day from now on.
Oh, no. No, no.
- (Sad music playing) - Oh! Oh!
Okay. Okay.
(Sniffling)
That's okay.
You rest now.
You did good.
You're a brave little cart.
(Sobbing) You're a brave little cart.
Get outta here.
Not now, little king trashmouth.
Get outta here.
[(Sobbing) Olselels o] Sietele
- (music stops) - Oh. What time is it?
The hockey game's on.
It's playoffs.
| might go over to Pesto's
and watch a little bit until Bob and Linda get back.
The cart would want me to keep on living, right?
Yeah, yeah, you're nodding, right? You're nodding, yeah.
(Whispers) That's my drink. He's drinking my drink.
- Bob: Shh. - You "shh."
[Sfo] Om biolar I (crigt=1 ♪
okay, in the sub. Fischoeders first.
And don't make this a thing. It's been a stressful day.
- Come on. - No.
- In you go. Mm-mm. - (Felix groans)
Grover, | just want you to know
that one time when you were up at the house,
Felix and | sat on your sandwich. Bare-bottomed.
And then we served it to you, and you ate it all.
Ugh. | knew it.
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how would baby powder (O[=i El lf=t-f-tp[E | todg vs
and | was like, did they get salt
and baby powder mixed up?
But then | was like,
no, you know exactly what happened.
- They sat on your sandwich... - (Whispers) What?
- Because that's just... - Calvin: Mm. Mm.
[Grover: The kind of thing (Vau eer{Ta]A)A
they powder their bums like they're from the 1800s
and they pulled down their little pants
and they sat on your sandwich...
(Whispers) | can't.
Grover: And | hate them.
They're immature idiots and | hate them.
\what the...
Go, burger people. Go!
Go, go, go. Get help.
(Panting) Damn it.
(Grunts)
| hate this stupid secret clubhouse.
(Both giggling)
Ow. Where are we?
Louise: Get in the clam.
Uh, okay.
- Okay, okay. - (Grover panting)
Dad, dad, dad.
- Yep. Yep. Yep. - Go, Bob.
Louise: He's coming. Bob: No, | know.
- Oh, boy. - Yep.
(Grunts angrily)
(Whimpers) Where the hell are we going?
| don't know, Bob. Just get us away from that lawyer.
Bob: How do we get out of this place? It's a maze.
Is there, like, an exit sign somewhere?
Ahh! Oh, funhouse mirror. Ha-ha.
(All screaming)
Linda: Oh, Bobby. Go, go, go.
Gene: Uh, yeanh, | don't wanna pile on,
but go, dad. Please, very much.
Bob: Does anyone wanna talk about
that I'm actually doing really well,
considering that I've never driven down here before
in this weird under-pier, whatever this is?
Louise: Ugh. Okay, you're doing really, really well.
Linda: Everyone compliment your father.
Gene: Um, | think you're handsome for your age,
which is what, 65... (Gruntys)
- Bob: Oh, my god! - He's ramming us!
- (Grover gruntys) - Linda: Hey, cut it out!
(Yells)
(Gasps)
(All gasp)
All: Ahh!
-(Grunts) _(all whimpering)
Tina: No, no, no.
No, no, no. Why? Why?
(All grunting)
Linda: Did we lose him? Did we lose him?
Tina: | don't know. Maybe. Kinda.
Bob: (Grunting) | think we lost him.
Tina: Yay, dad.
Yeah, but I'm just gonna say it,
this is one of our worst road trips.
Eh... | mean, it's up there.
(All screaming)
Oh, Bob, what if you bust through there,
and we jump down onto the beach?
Louise: What? Gene: Great idea.
- | see no problems. - Oh, god. Okay.
| hate this. | hate this. | hate this. | hate this.
Oh, crap. Oh, god! Hold on!
(All screaming)
(All grunting)
Oh, that was terrible. Oh, | didn't like that.
We really lost him this time, right?
(Grunting)
(Shrieks) He jumped too.
Man, that was our thing.
Drive, dad, drive.
I'm going as fast as | can go.
Tina: Would it be faster to get out and walk?
- Bob, take the ramp. - Uh-huh. Yep.
(Car groans)
No, no, no, no.
- (Air hisses) - Ha-ha!
Linda: What was that? What happened?
Bob: Uh, | think he shot out our tire.
Linda: Do we have a spare?
- Kids: What? - L don't know.
Well, he only had one arrow. That's good, right?
Yeah, but maybe we keep driving anyway,
if we can.
If you call this driving.
Bob: Sorry, signs.
Tina: Hey, this is our street.
Is he back there? Kids?
(Ne=tor q=[N everyone, be less moist.
Bob: There's our giant hole. That's how we know we're home.
Uh, all right. If he's not back there,
maybe we jjump out, go inside, and call the police.
| just got comfortable, but okay.
- Oh, come on, it's stuck? - Oh, no.
It must've got crunched when we jumped on to the beach.
All right. I'm hoping one of these is reverse.
It'll be the one that makes us go backwards.
- Thanks. - (Thud)
-Bob: Oh, god. _(Crashing)
It's him. The brakes, Bob, the brakes.
I'm stepping on the brakes.
Linda: He's gonna push us into the hole.
Gene: Crime hole. Bob and Linda: Gene.
Bob: Oh, god. Kids, hold on.
Oh, no, no, no.
(All screaming)
Bob: Everybody okay?
All: Yeah.
Someone must have seen that.
Announcer: (On TV) He shoots, he scores.
Yay! Oh, whoops.
(Grover humming)
(Continues humming)
So0l g [o} -What's happening?
- He's burying us. - (Tina gasping)
(We gotta get out of here gle[Ai@gle)2
(grunting) Open! Open! Open! Open! Open!
Come on, clam, let us out of you!
Okay, I'm gonna try and break the windshield.
Everybody, move back.
How are we supposed to move back?
| don't know. (Grunting)
Okay, now pound for real.
| am pounding for real.
It won't break. It's thick glass.
I'm gonna try and use my legs.
(Grunts) | can't get my legs up.
(Bob and Linda grunting)
It's fine. You're just a bulldozer.
A lobster bulldozer pushing some dirt into a hole.
Not onto a family. No, far from it.
Just fixing the street like a helpful little lobster.
Oh, my god. We're being buried alive
in a hole in front of our restaurant.
This is my nightmare. We're living my nightmare.
Phones. We can use our phones. Where are they?
- Grover took our phones. - (Hyperventilates)
Holy crap. Oh, god. (Huffs)
Kids, hold my hands.
Where are your hands? Where are your hands?
And put that memory in a place you don't think about.
Now, let's get back to the wharf,
launch my cousins into the sea,
and we're back on track, baby.
(Bob and Linda grunting)
Bob: Okay, | gotta think. | don't wanna breathe
- all of our oxygen. - Linda: Oh!
Bob: Yeah, not to scare anybody,
but, um, don't breathe too much.
[Linda: I'm gonna (O] Ole] (== 1nallg[E]
You kids breathe my air. (Inhales deeply)
Bob: No, lin, just... Linda: (Exhales) Oh, god.
[Irt (o] How long was that?
Louise: Like, five minutes.
Tina: | think | could breathe less if it wasn't so dark.
Gene: | have something that will make people breathe less.
- All: Oh, gene. - I'm sorry, it's a fear fart.
Louise: Oh! | have my kuchi kopi night light.
All: Ah! No.
Ah. No.
Ugh! Stay on, kuchi. It's your one job!
Gene: This is like the worst rave.
(Grover humming)
Sorry, sorry, sorry. Bye.
Well, he's officially my least favorite cousin.
- What about Baxter? - He's dead.
Yeah, but he's still the worst.
That's true.
Okey dokey. Submarine launch, check.
All right. Fuse.
So glad | made a to-do list. (Snortys)
Damn it.
Oh, good.
Oh, my god.
(Humming)
Yep. (Scatting)
(Singing) I'm doin’ it
I'm doin’ it I'm doin' it
(Bob grunting)
Bob: | can't break it.
Louise: This is all my fault.
Well, don't everybody speak at once.
Linda: No, honey, it's not your fault. That much.
Louise: It is though.
| wanted to track down the killer
and save the restaurant and prove... (Sighs)
Prove | wasn't a baby.
Oh! Now you come on.
Oh, my baby. | mean, sorry.
No, stupid Chloe barbash was right. | am a baby.
| was too scared to go in the hole,
| was too scared to open the secret nipple door.
Tina had to do it for me,
and | wear these frickin' ears.
| mean, if you're brave,
you don't have to prove you're brave.
You just are brave.
Bob: What? Louise, you're brave.
You're one of the bravest people | know.
Louise: If's not true.
Also, you don't know that many people.
Bob: Hmm.
Louise: I've never been brave. Come on, the ears?
The only reason | got these in the first place
was because | was scared.
Bob: What? Linda: What do you mean?
Louise: You know. You gave them to me
'‘cause | was scared about the first day of preschool.
That's not how it happened.
| mean, you were nervous,
and we had this idea to make you the hat.
Your mother made it.
It's sort of in honor of my mom,
your grandmother.
She used to wear this brightly-colored winter hat.
Even in warm weather. It was a little weird.
But it was kinda cute, | guess.
She always said it was
‘cause she didn't feel like doing her hair.
| think she just liked it.
And | had extra material, so, uh, rabbit ears.
But | made them after your first day at preschool.
To celebrate. Because you were so brave.
Louise: Really? | was? Bon and Linda: Yeah.
Bob: Do you not remember it that way?
Louise: No.
Bob: Yeah, you didn't need them.
Linda: You were plenty brave, with no hat at all.
We were so proud of you.
- You slapped a kid. - Louise: | did?
Linda: Yeah. Probably for a good reason, let's say.
Bob: You remind me of my mom, Louise.
And with the hat,
it's kinda like you two have met.
| keep forgetting that you never did.
Gene: | wore that bucket on my head for a while.
Any fun stories about that?
Bob: No, | don't remember any. We were concerned.
Louise: Well, thanks.
For the hat and stuff.
Bob: Yep. Glad we could clear that up,
- since we're dying. - (All groan)
| mean, since we're just hanging out,
alive, under the ground.
I'm gonna push on the window wg r \a tr
- (thud) - Ow! (Grunting)
This is not working.
Linda: That's it then. We're goners.
Bob: Wait, no, don't you give up.
Linda: I'm tired, Bob.
Bob: No, you never give up.
| give up. And then you say, "don't give up."
And | say, "okay,"
and then we do that over and over,
and now that I'm saying it out loud,
that can't be fun for you.
Oh, god, do you want a divorce before we die?
| don't deserve you.
Linda: Nah, | can stick it out.
Bob: Listen to me, I'm gonna do for you what you do for me.
| am not giving up. We are gonna get outta here.
| am gonna Linda this.
- All: Whoal! - Dad, are you fonzie?
Yeah, you made the little koko puffs go on.
Bob and Louise: Kuchi kopi.
- Koochi koochi? - No.
Well, the light's helpful,
because we are gonna get out of here.
How?
In a really cool way that's gonna come to us.
| mean, we're in a car, kind of.
What if we drive?
Where? Down?
Like, to China?
| like it. | like it.
Not to China.
- But no bad ideas. - L mean...
Oh. Down.
-What if we do drive down? Srrv o - 1%
we're on top of the water main.
The new section of pipe is plastic. We lost a tire.
(V=w ol=nasl=iec1 mo glalollglo) Against plastic. Metal wins?
Grinding like sexy dancing?
- What's that? - Never mind. Go on.
So the wheel breaks the pipe,
and the water gets us out somehow?
Or it could do the other thing water does.
Hot tub time machine?
No. Drown us.
Oh, well, | never saw the movie, so...
(Sighs) I think this is our only chance.
I'm turning it on.
(Engine revving)
Oh, Bobby, kids,
| want you all to know how much | love you.
| love you too, mom.
| love all you mama-jamas.
| love all of you, too.
We don't have to, like, do any kind of order,
why even bring that up?
Okay, I'm worried the "l love yous"
are the kind of thing you say when we're gonna die,
and we are not gonna die!
(Accelerating)
Bob! Linda! Are you up there?
Oh, looks like they started filling in your hole.
Not well, at all.
Jeesh, they just kind of shoved some dirt in there...
(Yelps) What the...
(All grunt, laugh)
Bob: It worked. 7=
oh, my sweet babies.
So glad we're not dead.
- I'm happy. - I'm thrilled.
You guys, the fischoeders, in the submarine,
with the wharf falling on them.
What do we do? What do we do?
-(Gruntys) It's still stuck. _(All grunting)
-(Knock on window) _all: (Muffled) Teddy!
Teddy, help us outta here.
(Muffled) The thing won't open.
Did you guys get a new car?
I've never seen this before.
(Muffled) Have | seen this before?
Teddy, we need you to help us open this. The thing is stuck.
- This thing is stuck. - (Muffled) It's stuck.
(Muffled) Argh! | can't open it.
- What'd he say? - 1 do not know.
So, bad news, the burger cart fell apart.
It was just too beautiful for this world.
(Indistinct, muffled speaking)
\[eligllgle} No idea what he's saying.
Ohl
Louise: Well, Teddy left.
(Panting)
Long story. I'll tell you later.
(Grover grunts, pants)
(Bob grunting)
(Yelling) Olive bar!
(Grunting)
- What did he say? - Olive bar.
Yah!
Bob: Yes. Louise: Yes.
Gene: Wham-bam, goodbye, clam.
Thank you, Teddy.
- Olive bar! - Yeah, yeah. No, | know.
Dad, you have a pee spot.
That's not a pee spot. It's from water.
See? All the water? But thanks, Tina.
It's right where a pee spot would be.
And no other parts are wet.
Um, okay. So, Teddy, call the police.
Kids, stay here.
Uh, Linda, stay with the kids.
I'm gonna run down to the wharf,
and try and help the fischoeders not get killed.
Um, good plan.
(Panting)
Wait, why are you following me?
- We're not. - Okay, but you are.
No, we're not. Bye, Bob.
Yeah, and maybe mind your own business, dad?
Hello? Is this the police?
I'd like to report a thing. A thing happened.
You need more than that? Hold on.
My good friend, Linda's gonna talk to you.
She's married to my best friend. Hello?
(Suspenseful music playing)
Climbing through the window.
Hmm? Hmm? Onh.
Come on, someone moved the thing?
(Sighs) | do have three-hour gym body.
-(Grunts, yelps) (Thud)
Teddy: Grover fischoeder wants to destroy the whole pier?
Louise: Yeanh, to build a mega-park.
Linda: With gift shops. Teddy: Oh, gift shops.
Linda: | know, but not worth it, right?
Teddy: Yeah, no. Right, right, right.
Bob: Where's the fuse? Where's the fuse?
- Where's the fuse? - There!
Bob: Oh, my god. All right.
Give me your night light for a sec.
I'm gonna see if | can climb down.
| didn't even know | was still holding it.
| guess | need a night light everywhere | go. That's great.
- Louise. - It's fine, it's fine.
- Don't mess him up. - Oh.
Linda: That is terrifying.
Yeah, you'd think it would be comforting.
Everybody, please get out of here.
Linda: Bob, don't do it.
| don't want you to catch on fire.
| don't think you'd like it.
Just get away from the wharf.
Don't worry. I'll be fine. | can make it.
(Okay, you're too positive gle[Ai@gle)2
maybe take it down a notch?
Big jump!
(Grunts) Ow.
Look at him go. | mean, kind of.
He's not used to this much physical...
Um, dad, go faster.
Gene: Do you need your workout mix? If you had one?
(Gruntys) No, I'm good. Thank you.
- (Whirring) - Dad! Dad, get off the track.
I'm gonna ride the ride down.
Louise!
Not the best time for going on rides.
Louise, no. It's too dangerous.
Louise: Dad, you're not gonna make it in time.
But the track goes right past the fuse.
I'm gonna grab it when | go by.
No, I'm gonna make it.
I'm starting to get good at this. Oh!
- Oh, boy. - Oh.
Oh, my god.
Come on, mole. Don't be so slow.
Still faster than you, dad, though. No offense.
Yeah, but there's a wicked turn coming up.
1n ei r a
oh, Louise, be careful.
Don't get decapitated and then burned up.
| won't. Whoal
dad, you look like
you're about to climb right in front of me?
Nope, I'm gonna leap across really quickly.
(Gruntys) Oh, god. Not that quickly.
Get off the track!
(Bob grunts)
Bob: Oh, it's getting close to the animals.
Okay, got it.
If you miss, we won't have a second chance.
| know. Very helpful info. Ir e=ta qyeltr
Bob: You might have been right about your way being faster.
| mean, just a lot of beams.
Ir o= 1ol is over-engineered, | think.
I'm excited to talk about this wigrycivreicir
Come on, little arms.
(Tense music playing)
(Straining)
(Yelps)
(Gasps)
So0l g [o} -Oh, god.
(Grunting)
_-(gasps) - Did you get it?
Or are we all dead?
(Grunts)
- Yes. - All: Yeah!
| did it? | did it! (Laughs triumphantly)
I'm bravel! I'm brave!
Linda: You sure are, honey.
| am brave!
And super humble!
Hey, dad! Good work to both of you.
(Panting) Thank you. Thank you.
I'm gonna miss that pier. And being alive.
- And you, my friend. - Aww.
- Got ya. - Ow!
You owe me a thousand dollars.
Let's play for two. Switch.
I'm gonna miss you too, pal.
I've always looked up to... Got ya.
Poop it. (Grunts)
- Play for three? Got ya. - Ow!
| hope you suffocate first.
- (Thud) - That's interesting.
| wonder if that's a giant squid trying to mate with us.
Well, it could do a lot worse.
Both: (Singing) We're gonna live, la, la, la
we're gonna live, la, la, la
-we're gonna live, ia, ia, la -(Indistinct radio chatter)
We're gonna live, la, la, la
Linda: Aw, they're singing.
Ooh, uh, Teddy, can | borrow your phone real quick?
Uh, here. Yeah, sure.
(Gasps) Are you ordering takeout?
Can we get traditional Thai street food
from that new place?
No, I'm not ordering takeout. Sorry.
Oh, boo.
Yeah, a lot of people think of robbery
as kind of the coolest division, you know?
- Where the cool cops work. - (Cell phone rings)
| don't know if that's true.
But, uh, you know, lot of people think it.
Hello.
Bye, front desk person.
You were here when | came in three hours ago, weren't you?
| remember your, uh, shirt. (Chuckleys)
You probably remember me too, right? This face?
You're not looking up. Bri (cry[Elv n e[O}
you remember this ugly mug, right? You have earbuds in.
Did you hear anything | said? Onh, you did.
Good. Anyway, this is grover fischoeder
saying good night.
(Sirens wail)
Hi, there. First on the scene. No biggie.
| beat you. And you.
| beat you too.
(Whispers) Crap.
(Fitz grunting rhythmically)
(Passengers laughing and screaming)
Oh, boy.
Oh, boy. Oh, boy.
How're you feeling, buddy? You nervous?
Oh, no. It just feels like my insides
are fighting to get out of my bottom hole.
Hey, listen, you're gonna be great.
Uh-huh. Or we're gonna be bad and insides out on stage.
You know, | heard you guys practicing in the basement
when | was cleaning up last night.
- You did? - Yeah.
And you sounded great. Parts were great.
And your music, it makes you happy,
- right? - Yeah.
Well, it's gonna make other people happy, too.
S0 maybe you should be UN-stop-timistic about it.
- Mom says that. - Yeah.
- S0, you're stealing. - L say it now, too.
Also, she's helping Tina with her wig,
so | have to try and say what she would say.
Take her material.
Yes. Come here.
- (Gruntys) - Thanks, dad!
Just have fun up there.
That's such a shorter pep talk.
(Singing) Let me hear you say...
-(Rattling) Ni ni ce t @yol at ) /a
- (Louise trills) - Yeah
twist it, twirl it, cook it, bake it
do your thing
- you say... - (Louise trilling)
(Kids scatting)
Yeah, shake those little burger buns
- okay. Got it! - Good!
Here is a check for all the money we owe you.
- For this month. - Bob: Yeah, for this month.
Thanks to our very grateful landlord.
| still think he's not grateful enough.
That's true. He could be even more grateful.
But still, signing it. This doesn't ook right.
R I \a e [a e (=)S uh, let's just say yes.
So there, we did it, Mr. Bank. (Grunts)
Please don't call me Mr. Bank.
- Sorry. - People aren't usually
so cocky when they make their very late loan payments.
Well, get used to it.
- One more. (Grunts) - Ow.
(Playing upbeat music)
Hey, Tina.
Oh, hey, Jimmy Jr. Happy last day of school.
Thanks. You too.
So, | was doing parkour down on the beach with Zeke,
we're really good at parkouring,
or I'm really good at parkouring.
Anyway, | found this.
- (Gasps) - It made me think of you.
Maybe because you have the same kind of barrette.
Do you want it? It smells like seaweed.
-Jimmy Jr.? A v-1aws
there's something | wanted to ask you.
Something summer boyfriend-related.
But then | thought maybe it was a stupid question
for anyone to ask anyone ever.
- (Zeke grunts) - And my heart was an idiot...
2o} -Zeke: Rolling, rolling.
I'm doing parkour off the locker, Jay-ju. You see me?
It looked a little awkward, Zeke.
I'm working on it! Yow-za!
(Laughs) You fell off the wall.
Yeah, what am | looking at here?
Zeke: Parkour!
Uh, what were you saying?
Oh, | was saying, | thought my heart was an idiot.
But then you found my barrette-clace.
And now it kinda makes me think
maybe there's only no romance in the world
if you believe there's no romance in the world.
And who wants to believe that?
Now, | don't know why | got so hung up
on the question | was gonna ask anyway.
Mostly, | just really wanna do this.
(Both moaning)
- Whoa. - Yeah.
(Band continues playing upbeat music)
Chloe: You're not gonna do it.
Louise: I'm gonna do it.
You think because you, like, saved the wharf
or something, you're all brave now?
Yeah. On three.
One, two, three.
(Srr etin o) - Your hat fell off.
Louise: Hmm? Oh, yeah.
Louise, reminding you that you have detention today
because you skipped school.
[Oh, my god, v(O lv =t r (=] Mol
okay. It's okay. What do we do? What do we do?
It's fine. It's not a big deal.
Emergency counsel session?
| can get puppets here (Yr 14
Ms. Labonz, will you go to my office
and get security blanket Hank
- and, oh, just get them all. - No.
Mr. Frond, I'm good.
- Oh, really? - Ms. Labonz: She's good.
- Okay. I'm so proud of you. - Louise: Don't say
- "you're so proud of me." - Yep.
Is everybody ready to do this again?
Linda: Yeah. Gene: Sure, father.
Louise: | mean, it seems like you're making us.
Teddy did a good job.
Kind of. Right?
Linda: Aw, banner. | love banners.
Gene: Are we dead set on "burgers"?
| mean, is it too late to change that?
Tina: Oh, yeah. We could do wraps.
Louise: Or soup.
Bob: Mm. Linda: Mm, soup.
Gene: Bob's soup and wraps has a certain sound to it.
Bob: Oh, my god. Everyone, back inside,
back inside. Never mind.
Kids: Thank you, wonder whart!
- (Cheering) - Gene: What a journey!
- (Cheering) - Yeah! All right!
Finally. Now, we can bring out Johnny jazz hands.
Oh, goody.
(Upbeat soul song playing)
(Grunting and panting)
Jimmy Jr.: Uh, Tina, it's a little crowded, isn't it?
Tina: No, it's fine. Shh, shh.
Jimmy Jr.: Okay. It's just that |... (Gruntys)