American Dad! (2005–…): Season 16, Episode 18 - Dr. Sunderson's SunSuckers - full transcript
Hayley and Jeff help one of Roger's personas run a solar company.
Why do we have a damn bell?!
This is a college!
Sorry I'm late.
The dean is getting
his ass kicked
in the parking lot.
It's so messed up. Nobody
is stopping to help.
Yeesh. So this is old
Corpsey herself, huh?
Ugh!
What'd, they leave
her out in the sun?
Aah!
Oh, I didn't miss
anything, did I?
I was just trying to
catch a little catnap
before class started.
G-G-G-G-G-Going on is what?
Hayley, this is our
new lab partner.
She's a SNAB.
A Student of Notable
Age or Background.
And her name's Anus.
Eunice.
Yahh!
Dammit!
Wow. 98 years old,
and you're going
back to college.
You're never too old
to follow your dreams.
I find that so inspiring.
I'll tell you what
I find inspiring.
The student bodies.
Sweet Georgia Brown.
I happen to have an interest
in the fellas and the gals.
Daaamn, old lady!
Ooh, ooh, and another thing
about my new friend Eunice
another thing is,
she is so funny.
Check out this
hilarious picture of us
pretending to hump
the tope-liary animals
out front of the Women's Center.
You didn't tell us she
was an old age person.
Barf City, population
no thank you.
Now, Francine,
I too was once put
off by old people,
but then I had an
adventure about them
that changed my mind.
I'm always having adventures
and learning life-changing
lessons from them.
This week, I'm converting
our mud room into a man cave.
I wonder what I'll
learn from that.
Well, I say, "Go
young or go home."
No old-o.
Well, I think Eunice is a
deeply inspirational SNAB.
And I hope I'm just
like her when I get old.
Oh, you're not going
to be like Eunice.
You're going to be
like... your mom.
Pff. Sha-yeah-hah right.
It's fate.
Every woman eventually
becomes her mother.
- Will I become my mother?
- No.
Every man marries his mother.
Noice.
Hayley, think of all the ways
you're already like Francine.
Laid-back, except for
quick bursts of anger.
Lazy.
Heavy substance abuse.
For you, weed.
For Francine, collectible
Guardians of the Galaxy.
Big Gulp cups full
of white wine.
You should consider
yourself lucky, Hayley.
This is Francine we're
talking about here.
I'm an icon.
I'm sorry, but me
become like you?
Gross.
It's like, Barf City,
population no thank you.
Oh, see, right there?
Francine just said that
like two minutes ago!
No, she didn't. Barf City,
population no thank you.
Roger, why were
you recording us?
I'm recording
everything these days.
I'm afraid the
political atmosphere
inside my improv team,
Pizza Party Weekend,
has me... a bit paranoid.
There's snakes in the grass.
Certain members want me out.
- Which ones?
- All of them.
Every single one of them.
Well, Hayley, too bad for you
that you're gonna
end up being like me,
whether you like it or not.
Now, I see it's time for
my 10:00 AM nap, so...
Ugh! Here comes another one
of your obnoxious
little sayings.
Give Momma some sugar
so she can have
them sweet dreams.
Ugh!
Barfsylvania...
Population nothankyula.
Aah!
Oh! You don't have a
big squiggly mustache!
For the last time, Jeff,
we are listing the ways
I am different from
my mom, not Wario.
Oh, Hayley!
Looky what I found in
the old picture album.
You can barely tell us apart.
Yeah, only because
you were always trying
to make me a frilly, princessy
little clone of yourself.
Oh, excuse me for ever trying
to bond with my daughter.
Bond?! Ha!
You just wanted your
own personal Mini-Me.
Like that Halloween
that you went as Mini-Me
and you made me go
as Mini-Mini-Me.
But I didn't wanna be Mini-Me.
I wanted to be Minnie Mouse.
Or at least Mini-Minnie Mouse.
But that's what Dad
and Steve got to go as!
But it's okay.
Because I couldn't be
more different from you.
Oh, yeah?
Why don't you check
my old senior picture?
You
wore a headband, too?
Face it, Hayley.
There's too much of
me in you already.
My genes.
My cooking.
My double-jointedness.
You're double-jointed?
Yes.
And so are you!
Toodle-oo, Future Me!
Well, Steve, through
ruthless cunning,
I seized control of
Pizza Party Weekend
and fired all the other members.
Had to be done. It
was a nest of vipers.
A den of... vipers.
Plus, none of them could
do characters for crap.
But now I gotta find
a whole new team!
What about me and my friends?
Our drunk driving
skit got big laughs
at the pre-prom
assembly last year.
Hmm. How was the prom?
It was a bloodbath.
Drunk driving was way up.
I don't know.
Maybe we could do
a trial practice,
test the chemistry, play
a little Splooch Magooch.
What's that? Classic
improv warm-up game.
You don't know Splooch Magooch?
Oh, my God. This
is not gonna work.
No way. But I'm up against it.
You're in. All of you.
Full member status.
Welcome to the big leagues.
We practice in a public park.
Gotta get rid of my headbands.
No, wait! Mom got rid of hers!
But does that mean
I need to keep mine?
CannisterCo?
That's Mom's brand!
Babe?
Are you all right?
No, Jeff! I am
definitely not all right!
I have to get rid of
anything related to my mom!
What about that dress?
I hereby sentence you to become
your mother!
If you just had a nightmare,
please don't tell me about it.
No need for both of
us to get scared.
Wait a minute. That's it.
A way I'm not
anything like my mom.
You.
Oh, she would never
marry someone like you.
Almost nobody would.
Ah, thanks, babe.
I'm not becoming my mother.
I'm glad, too.
No offense, but being
married to Mrs. S?
Barf City,
population no thank you.
Laid-back except for
quick bursts of anger.
Why is this mother
Junior Jumble so hard?!
-Gaah!
-Lazy.
Oh, man.
I sure am tired
from that quick burst of anger.
Heavy substance abuse.
Oh, my God.
I'm not becoming my mother.
I married her.
Now, give Momma some sugar
so she can have
them sweet dreams.
Mrs. S, can I sleep with
you and Mr. S tonight?
Hayley realized it's
actually me who's like you,
and now she's madder than Wario!
It's you who's like me, huh?
Aren't you happy?
You're not going
to become your mom.
Yeah, but I sure
as hell don't want
to be married to her, either.
Jeff needs to be
de-Francine-ified.
Starting with those beloved
golden locks of his.
- Say, where is Jeff?
- No idea.
I've been working like a dog
on my man-cave all morning.
That's right. I'm
still doing that.
Brother, I need to hydrate.
Oh, hey there.
We just got back from the
most amazing girls' day out.
Look, babe! We got
mani-ped-a-files!
You're just doing this to
get back at me, aren't you?
Actually, Hayley,
maybe I'm just happy
to finally have a "daughter"
who wants to do things with me.
You know what? I don't
have time for this.
My study group got
moved up to noon.
Eunice sent me a text.
On what? A telegraph?
No, Francine, on her phone.
Which she did mail
to me in an envelope.
I gotta get this back to her.
Splooch Magooch, there's
a monkey in my cooch,
and he came out to give me a...
And then, Barry, bud, you say
an adjective and noun
that start with "A".
Whatever pops into your head.
Don't worry about
trying to be funny.
Doesn't have to be funny.
Angry apple.
How is that funny? I...
Oh, my God, we are so screwed.
Now, if I'm up next,
for example, and I've got "B",
I'm just gonna fire off
something super funny, like...
How about Bronx banana?
Heh. You know, like a...
like a tough New Yawk banana?
Like, "'Ey, I'm peelin' here!"
"You peelin' to me?"
All right. That's more like it.
There may be hope for us yet.
Looks like we got
ourselves a funnyman here.
Okay, Steve, you think
you can push me out?
Game on.
Mr. Steve's Uncle, sir?
What should I do here?
Well, whatever you
do, don't blow him.
He just keeps coming
back again and again.
Wow, Eunice.
Look at all these incredible
things you've done.
Professional female wrestling,
fighting alongside Jane
Fonda and the Viet Cong,
founding member of the
Shangri-Las and Buckcherry,
hang gliding, bang gliding.
How did you make such an
amazing life for yourself?
I decided early on I
wanted an exciting life.
My own life.
So, I left home at 12.
Cut all ties.
It had to be done.
I didn't want to be
anything like my parents.
- Are you?
- Heavens no.
And neither, for that matter,
is Milford, my husband.
Husband?
Any of you study buddies call
for an old fuddy duddy?
Ha!
That's us in our younger days.
But you are only ever
as old as you feel.
Milford here is 102 and
still sharp as a tack.
That's right.
Well, I'm off to the lab
to play tiddlywinks with Morbo.
Goodbye, Constance!
♪ I take two steps forward ♪
♪ And I do, too ♪
♪ We stay together ♪
♪ 'Cause I am just like you ♪
Give your momma some sugar
so we can have
them sweet dreams!
No!
Your personality is not
going to dictate who I am!
Or who I'm with!
Ah don't want your life!
And ah don't want your wife!
I am cutting all ties
with you! Forever!
All right.
Next up, we got Tuttle
with "Magic Stick".
Pizza Party Weekenders!
Some of you have expressed,
both to me directly
and to one another in
private phone calls,
concerns about my "mental state"
and how hard I've been
riding our rising star here,
so I just wanted you to know
that Steve and I had a good talk
and, well, he agrees,
and I do, too,
- that he's out of the group.
- What?!
Can't be trusted.
He's out. Steve's out.
And Buck-Knife Joe is in.
Are you sure that's a good idea?
Look, Buck-Knife Joe might
have a knife around his neck,
but you know what
he doesn't have?
An agenda.
Now, let's have some fun,
you buncha damn Judases!
I'm sorry to barge
in on you like this.
I-I-I just didn't
know where else to go.
That's all right, dear.
You just go on and get yourself
out of those wet clothes.
You can borrow some of ours.
Don't worry!
You're not going
to be your mother!
And neither is your husband!
Because you and your
husband are going to be
us.
Oh, it seems like
I saw something
I'm not supposed to,
but rest assured,
I have absolutely no
idea what's happening.
Please, do go on.
Yo, U-Dog, you sure
you don't mind us
wearing your fancy
old threads, kemosabe?
Oh, not at all, dear.
My, don't they just
fit you perfectly.
Ugh! Do you have any other
tattoos I should know about?
I got a Jill Stein riding a
surfboard on my upper thigh,
but it's usually
covered up with pubes.
Wait. Why?
That's enough damn
pecan sandies!
They'll go straight to my...
Eh, your calves.
Ba-duh!
Mom?
I thought you convinced
the girl to cut all ties!
I did!
- What do you want?
- My daughter.
Well, I am not
coming back with you.
Not you! Jeff.
Well, he's not going anywhere.
Actually, none of us are
until this storm lets up.
Road's flooded. Just
barely made it up here.
Yo, Milhouse, this the shitter?
I had a chalupa or
two on the drive over.
What the...
Oh. My. God.
Sweet man cave!
Love the mad scientist theme.
Beakman's World!
And I bet the secret entrance
keeps the wife out
on game day, amirite?
Holy moly!
Can you smoke a
brisket in this baby?
What is this, Sears? How
much this puppy put you back?
What you got going
here? Brewski fridge?
You know, all this
place really needs is
chili pepper lights everywhere,
and then right there...
And then right there,
Spuds MacKenzie poster.
Hold up. I got
like 10 in the car.
Cool dress, Hayley.
I love how it does
absolutely nothing for you.
Says the woman who dresses
like the pink
ghost from Pac-Man.
Enough!
I cannot stand the
inane prattling
of you two trifling
fools any longer!
I'm not Eunice.
I'm Dr. Constance Von Stroheim!
And with my husband,
I've discovered the
key to eternal life.
And you shall be our vessels!
Morbo!
What's a Morbo?
Seize them, you stupid brute!
- Aaaah!
- Aaaah!
Wow. Biggest turnout ever.
I know things got a
little bumpy there
for a little while,
but I think we came out
the other end all
the stronger for it.
Now, why don't we warm up with
a little Vroom Zoom Kaboom?
Vroom.
- Zoom.
- You're out.
You're all out. I'm sorry.
I-I just can't work with
people I can't trust.
Buck-Knife Joe has some
friends. They're in.
No time to practice,
so we'll just have
to do warm-up
games for the show.
Splooch Magooch, there's
a monkey in my cooch,
and he came out to give me a...
Big surprise!
The original members
of Pizza Party Weekend?
Can't do characters, can we?
Well, now that we
have a majority again,
you are out!
The lesson from this
adventure is clear.
I'm just too trusting.
So, the hubby called an
audible, and for the time being,
he will be taking the body of
your vivacious mother here.
- Ow!
- And we decided to use.
Jeff's body for the
brain of our beloved cat,
Mr. Poopie.
And what have you done with Stan
you nutcase?
Oh, nothing too bad.
I crushed up an allergy
pill into his malt liquor.
He's sleeping like
a little angel
on the upstairs Davenport.
Get your filthy
hands off my body,
you putrid oaf!
This will just take a sec.
I shouldn't have taken
off with Jeff like that.
Otherwise, you wouldn't
have come here,
and you'd be safe.
Oh, Hayley, I didn't
really come for Jeff.
I came to meet Eunice.
What? Why?
Because you seem to want
to follow in her
footsteps so much.
I really never did want
you to be just like me.
But I did wanna be someone
you'd want to be like.
Oh, Mom. You are.
There's a lot of things about me
that I'm glad I got from you.
Oof. Arm's cramping
from all that whipping.
What a putrid oaf, right?
Anywho, time to make some space
in those pretty heads
for our beautiful minds.
Hold hands
while we die?
Can't.
Strapped down.
Yes, you can.
You're
double-jointed.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah!
Raaahhh!
Mom, wake up! Let's go!
Morbo, you beastly fool!
Attack!
Morbo! What the hell? Why
do you do what she says?
Seriously. Wa-peesh!
Ha-ha! Very funny.
But Morbo not "whipped", okay?
Morbo, you're quite
literally whipped,
like all the time.
What are you waiting for,
you stupid, hideous fiend?!
Get them!
Wha...?!
Mom, listen. I'm so...
Hayley, excuse me, but
I had a crazy dream
just now that made
me realize something.
I should be spending
time with my family,
not hiding away
from them in a cave.
- Dad, that's not what we...
- Hold on.
Wanna get Steve on
speaker for this, too.
Hey, Dad, what's up?
I see now that a cave
is a place for a
bear, not a man.
The only kind of cave
I want to be in from now on
is a family cave.
Well, your father just
cracked open another 40,
so guess I'm driving.
You want to follow me home?
I wouldn't have it
any other way, Mom.
Bye! Have a great time!
This is a college!
Sorry I'm late.
The dean is getting
his ass kicked
in the parking lot.
It's so messed up. Nobody
is stopping to help.
Yeesh. So this is old
Corpsey herself, huh?
Ugh!
What'd, they leave
her out in the sun?
Aah!
Oh, I didn't miss
anything, did I?
I was just trying to
catch a little catnap
before class started.
G-G-G-G-G-Going on is what?
Hayley, this is our
new lab partner.
She's a SNAB.
A Student of Notable
Age or Background.
And her name's Anus.
Eunice.
Yahh!
Dammit!
Wow. 98 years old,
and you're going
back to college.
You're never too old
to follow your dreams.
I find that so inspiring.
I'll tell you what
I find inspiring.
The student bodies.
Sweet Georgia Brown.
I happen to have an interest
in the fellas and the gals.
Daaamn, old lady!
Ooh, ooh, and another thing
about my new friend Eunice
another thing is,
she is so funny.
Check out this
hilarious picture of us
pretending to hump
the tope-liary animals
out front of the Women's Center.
You didn't tell us she
was an old age person.
Barf City, population
no thank you.
Now, Francine,
I too was once put
off by old people,
but then I had an
adventure about them
that changed my mind.
I'm always having adventures
and learning life-changing
lessons from them.
This week, I'm converting
our mud room into a man cave.
I wonder what I'll
learn from that.
Well, I say, "Go
young or go home."
No old-o.
Well, I think Eunice is a
deeply inspirational SNAB.
And I hope I'm just
like her when I get old.
Oh, you're not going
to be like Eunice.
You're going to be
like... your mom.
Pff. Sha-yeah-hah right.
It's fate.
Every woman eventually
becomes her mother.
- Will I become my mother?
- No.
Every man marries his mother.
Noice.
Hayley, think of all the ways
you're already like Francine.
Laid-back, except for
quick bursts of anger.
Lazy.
Heavy substance abuse.
For you, weed.
For Francine, collectible
Guardians of the Galaxy.
Big Gulp cups full
of white wine.
You should consider
yourself lucky, Hayley.
This is Francine we're
talking about here.
I'm an icon.
I'm sorry, but me
become like you?
Gross.
It's like, Barf City,
population no thank you.
Oh, see, right there?
Francine just said that
like two minutes ago!
No, she didn't. Barf City,
population no thank you.
Roger, why were
you recording us?
I'm recording
everything these days.
I'm afraid the
political atmosphere
inside my improv team,
Pizza Party Weekend,
has me... a bit paranoid.
There's snakes in the grass.
Certain members want me out.
- Which ones?
- All of them.
Every single one of them.
Well, Hayley, too bad for you
that you're gonna
end up being like me,
whether you like it or not.
Now, I see it's time for
my 10:00 AM nap, so...
Ugh! Here comes another one
of your obnoxious
little sayings.
Give Momma some sugar
so she can have
them sweet dreams.
Ugh!
Barfsylvania...
Population nothankyula.
Aah!
Oh! You don't have a
big squiggly mustache!
For the last time, Jeff,
we are listing the ways
I am different from
my mom, not Wario.
Oh, Hayley!
Looky what I found in
the old picture album.
You can barely tell us apart.
Yeah, only because
you were always trying
to make me a frilly, princessy
little clone of yourself.
Oh, excuse me for ever trying
to bond with my daughter.
Bond?! Ha!
You just wanted your
own personal Mini-Me.
Like that Halloween
that you went as Mini-Me
and you made me go
as Mini-Mini-Me.
But I didn't wanna be Mini-Me.
I wanted to be Minnie Mouse.
Or at least Mini-Minnie Mouse.
But that's what Dad
and Steve got to go as!
But it's okay.
Because I couldn't be
more different from you.
Oh, yeah?
Why don't you check
my old senior picture?
You
wore a headband, too?
Face it, Hayley.
There's too much of
me in you already.
My genes.
My cooking.
My double-jointedness.
You're double-jointed?
Yes.
And so are you!
Toodle-oo, Future Me!
Well, Steve, through
ruthless cunning,
I seized control of
Pizza Party Weekend
and fired all the other members.
Had to be done. It
was a nest of vipers.
A den of... vipers.
Plus, none of them could
do characters for crap.
But now I gotta find
a whole new team!
What about me and my friends?
Our drunk driving
skit got big laughs
at the pre-prom
assembly last year.
Hmm. How was the prom?
It was a bloodbath.
Drunk driving was way up.
I don't know.
Maybe we could do
a trial practice,
test the chemistry, play
a little Splooch Magooch.
What's that? Classic
improv warm-up game.
You don't know Splooch Magooch?
Oh, my God. This
is not gonna work.
No way. But I'm up against it.
You're in. All of you.
Full member status.
Welcome to the big leagues.
We practice in a public park.
Gotta get rid of my headbands.
No, wait! Mom got rid of hers!
But does that mean
I need to keep mine?
CannisterCo?
That's Mom's brand!
Babe?
Are you all right?
No, Jeff! I am
definitely not all right!
I have to get rid of
anything related to my mom!
What about that dress?
I hereby sentence you to become
your mother!
If you just had a nightmare,
please don't tell me about it.
No need for both of
us to get scared.
Wait a minute. That's it.
A way I'm not
anything like my mom.
You.
Oh, she would never
marry someone like you.
Almost nobody would.
Ah, thanks, babe.
I'm not becoming my mother.
I'm glad, too.
No offense, but being
married to Mrs. S?
Barf City,
population no thank you.
Laid-back except for
quick bursts of anger.
Why is this mother
Junior Jumble so hard?!
-Gaah!
-Lazy.
Oh, man.
I sure am tired
from that quick burst of anger.
Heavy substance abuse.
Oh, my God.
I'm not becoming my mother.
I married her.
Now, give Momma some sugar
so she can have
them sweet dreams.
Mrs. S, can I sleep with
you and Mr. S tonight?
Hayley realized it's
actually me who's like you,
and now she's madder than Wario!
It's you who's like me, huh?
Aren't you happy?
You're not going
to become your mom.
Yeah, but I sure
as hell don't want
to be married to her, either.
Jeff needs to be
de-Francine-ified.
Starting with those beloved
golden locks of his.
- Say, where is Jeff?
- No idea.
I've been working like a dog
on my man-cave all morning.
That's right. I'm
still doing that.
Brother, I need to hydrate.
Oh, hey there.
We just got back from the
most amazing girls' day out.
Look, babe! We got
mani-ped-a-files!
You're just doing this to
get back at me, aren't you?
Actually, Hayley,
maybe I'm just happy
to finally have a "daughter"
who wants to do things with me.
You know what? I don't
have time for this.
My study group got
moved up to noon.
Eunice sent me a text.
On what? A telegraph?
No, Francine, on her phone.
Which she did mail
to me in an envelope.
I gotta get this back to her.
Splooch Magooch, there's
a monkey in my cooch,
and he came out to give me a...
And then, Barry, bud, you say
an adjective and noun
that start with "A".
Whatever pops into your head.
Don't worry about
trying to be funny.
Doesn't have to be funny.
Angry apple.
How is that funny? I...
Oh, my God, we are so screwed.
Now, if I'm up next,
for example, and I've got "B",
I'm just gonna fire off
something super funny, like...
How about Bronx banana?
Heh. You know, like a...
like a tough New Yawk banana?
Like, "'Ey, I'm peelin' here!"
"You peelin' to me?"
All right. That's more like it.
There may be hope for us yet.
Looks like we got
ourselves a funnyman here.
Okay, Steve, you think
you can push me out?
Game on.
Mr. Steve's Uncle, sir?
What should I do here?
Well, whatever you
do, don't blow him.
He just keeps coming
back again and again.
Wow, Eunice.
Look at all these incredible
things you've done.
Professional female wrestling,
fighting alongside Jane
Fonda and the Viet Cong,
founding member of the
Shangri-Las and Buckcherry,
hang gliding, bang gliding.
How did you make such an
amazing life for yourself?
I decided early on I
wanted an exciting life.
My own life.
So, I left home at 12.
Cut all ties.
It had to be done.
I didn't want to be
anything like my parents.
- Are you?
- Heavens no.
And neither, for that matter,
is Milford, my husband.
Husband?
Any of you study buddies call
for an old fuddy duddy?
Ha!
That's us in our younger days.
But you are only ever
as old as you feel.
Milford here is 102 and
still sharp as a tack.
That's right.
Well, I'm off to the lab
to play tiddlywinks with Morbo.
Goodbye, Constance!
♪ I take two steps forward ♪
♪ And I do, too ♪
♪ We stay together ♪
♪ 'Cause I am just like you ♪
Give your momma some sugar
so we can have
them sweet dreams!
No!
Your personality is not
going to dictate who I am!
Or who I'm with!
Ah don't want your life!
And ah don't want your wife!
I am cutting all ties
with you! Forever!
All right.
Next up, we got Tuttle
with "Magic Stick".
Pizza Party Weekenders!
Some of you have expressed,
both to me directly
and to one another in
private phone calls,
concerns about my "mental state"
and how hard I've been
riding our rising star here,
so I just wanted you to know
that Steve and I had a good talk
and, well, he agrees,
and I do, too,
- that he's out of the group.
- What?!
Can't be trusted.
He's out. Steve's out.
And Buck-Knife Joe is in.
Are you sure that's a good idea?
Look, Buck-Knife Joe might
have a knife around his neck,
but you know what
he doesn't have?
An agenda.
Now, let's have some fun,
you buncha damn Judases!
I'm sorry to barge
in on you like this.
I-I-I just didn't
know where else to go.
That's all right, dear.
You just go on and get yourself
out of those wet clothes.
You can borrow some of ours.
Don't worry!
You're not going
to be your mother!
And neither is your husband!
Because you and your
husband are going to be
us.
Oh, it seems like
I saw something
I'm not supposed to,
but rest assured,
I have absolutely no
idea what's happening.
Please, do go on.
Yo, U-Dog, you sure
you don't mind us
wearing your fancy
old threads, kemosabe?
Oh, not at all, dear.
My, don't they just
fit you perfectly.
Ugh! Do you have any other
tattoos I should know about?
I got a Jill Stein riding a
surfboard on my upper thigh,
but it's usually
covered up with pubes.
Wait. Why?
That's enough damn
pecan sandies!
They'll go straight to my...
Eh, your calves.
Ba-duh!
Mom?
I thought you convinced
the girl to cut all ties!
I did!
- What do you want?
- My daughter.
Well, I am not
coming back with you.
Not you! Jeff.
Well, he's not going anywhere.
Actually, none of us are
until this storm lets up.
Road's flooded. Just
barely made it up here.
Yo, Milhouse, this the shitter?
I had a chalupa or
two on the drive over.
What the...
Oh. My. God.
Sweet man cave!
Love the mad scientist theme.
Beakman's World!
And I bet the secret entrance
keeps the wife out
on game day, amirite?
Holy moly!
Can you smoke a
brisket in this baby?
What is this, Sears? How
much this puppy put you back?
What you got going
here? Brewski fridge?
You know, all this
place really needs is
chili pepper lights everywhere,
and then right there...
And then right there,
Spuds MacKenzie poster.
Hold up. I got
like 10 in the car.
Cool dress, Hayley.
I love how it does
absolutely nothing for you.
Says the woman who dresses
like the pink
ghost from Pac-Man.
Enough!
I cannot stand the
inane prattling
of you two trifling
fools any longer!
I'm not Eunice.
I'm Dr. Constance Von Stroheim!
And with my husband,
I've discovered the
key to eternal life.
And you shall be our vessels!
Morbo!
What's a Morbo?
Seize them, you stupid brute!
- Aaaah!
- Aaaah!
Wow. Biggest turnout ever.
I know things got a
little bumpy there
for a little while,
but I think we came out
the other end all
the stronger for it.
Now, why don't we warm up with
a little Vroom Zoom Kaboom?
Vroom.
- Zoom.
- You're out.
You're all out. I'm sorry.
I-I just can't work with
people I can't trust.
Buck-Knife Joe has some
friends. They're in.
No time to practice,
so we'll just have
to do warm-up
games for the show.
Splooch Magooch, there's
a monkey in my cooch,
and he came out to give me a...
Big surprise!
The original members
of Pizza Party Weekend?
Can't do characters, can we?
Well, now that we
have a majority again,
you are out!
The lesson from this
adventure is clear.
I'm just too trusting.
So, the hubby called an
audible, and for the time being,
he will be taking the body of
your vivacious mother here.
- Ow!
- And we decided to use.
Jeff's body for the
brain of our beloved cat,
Mr. Poopie.
And what have you done with Stan
you nutcase?
Oh, nothing too bad.
I crushed up an allergy
pill into his malt liquor.
He's sleeping like
a little angel
on the upstairs Davenport.
Get your filthy
hands off my body,
you putrid oaf!
This will just take a sec.
I shouldn't have taken
off with Jeff like that.
Otherwise, you wouldn't
have come here,
and you'd be safe.
Oh, Hayley, I didn't
really come for Jeff.
I came to meet Eunice.
What? Why?
Because you seem to want
to follow in her
footsteps so much.
I really never did want
you to be just like me.
But I did wanna be someone
you'd want to be like.
Oh, Mom. You are.
There's a lot of things about me
that I'm glad I got from you.
Oof. Arm's cramping
from all that whipping.
What a putrid oaf, right?
Anywho, time to make some space
in those pretty heads
for our beautiful minds.
Hold hands
while we die?
Can't.
Strapped down.
Yes, you can.
You're
double-jointed.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah!
Raaahhh!
Mom, wake up! Let's go!
Morbo, you beastly fool!
Attack!
Morbo! What the hell? Why
do you do what she says?
Seriously. Wa-peesh!
Ha-ha! Very funny.
But Morbo not "whipped", okay?
Morbo, you're quite
literally whipped,
like all the time.
What are you waiting for,
you stupid, hideous fiend?!
Get them!
Wha...?!
Mom, listen. I'm so...
Hayley, excuse me, but
I had a crazy dream
just now that made
me realize something.
I should be spending
time with my family,
not hiding away
from them in a cave.
- Dad, that's not what we...
- Hold on.
Wanna get Steve on
speaker for this, too.
Hey, Dad, what's up?
I see now that a cave
is a place for a
bear, not a man.
The only kind of cave
I want to be in from now on
is a family cave.
Well, your father just
cracked open another 40,
so guess I'm driving.
You want to follow me home?
I wouldn't have it
any other way, Mom.
Bye! Have a great time!