American Dad! (2005–…): Season 16, Episode 4 - Shakedown Steve - full transcript
Steve and Jeff try to bond as brothers while the rest of the family visits an escape room.
Mr. Gordon,
what's the difference
between "assets" and "equity?"
I have a question for you,
Steve...
Do you know summer break
starts tomorrow?
Check out what I got
in my textbook.
Baaaaabes!
Pretty hot for a dead lady...
or monster?
W-Where does one get... that?
From my big brother, Big Billy.
Dr. Kalgary made you a brother?
[ Rock music plays,
tires screech ]
Check out this R-rated movie,
little bro!
Oh, yeahhhh.
Pope on Pope action!
Well, my big brother
took me to Chimdale
to buy throwing stars.
No fair!
All these big brothers are
introducing people to cool,
new stuff, but I don't have one.
Sucks to be you, kid.
My big brother's so rad.
He's 68,
and all his prostate exams
have totally come back negative.
[ Students cheering ]
Congratulations!
♪♪
♪ Good morning, U.S.A. ♪
♪ I got a feelin' that
it's gonna be a wonderful day ♪
♪ The sun in the sky
has a smile on his face ♪
♪ And he's shinin' a salute
to the American race ♪
♪ Oh, boy, it's swell to say ♪
♪ Good... ♪
♪ Good morning, U.S.A. ♪
Aah!
♪ Good morning, U.S.A. ♪
♪♪
Uh-oh, you got bummer face.
What's the crisis?
My life is lame and boring
'cause I don't have
a big brother
to introduce me to cool stuff.
Well, you already
have a brother... Jeff.
Jeff's just my brother-in-law.
Exactly. You love the law.
You're always calling the cops
to snitch on our neighbors.
They're running a meth lab!
Spend some time with Jeff.
Trust me, he can show you
some stuff.
If you're talking about
that acorn he thinks
is a buffalo's toenail,
he's shown me. [ Door closes ]
Emergency family meeting
in three, two, one.
I-I just got the mail,
and I've won... a coupon!
30% off for an escape room!
It's such an insane deal
my hands are shaking!
Nope. Jeff beats escape room.
Aw, man. I'm gonna get so many
chicks at this escape room.
Klaus, do you have any idea
what an escape room is?
No way, man. No clue.
♪♪
This is so cool.
Nobody's ever asked me
to be their brother.
It's not really a thing
that happens all that often.
Hayley's not my sister now,
though, right?
Jeff, focus.
I need you to show me the world,
expand my horizons.
Okay, you know how sometimes
the rest of the family
is doing stuff
and I'm not around?
It's because
I'm looking at this wall.
If you look close enough,
you can see a little face.
I call him Colonel Forbin.
Big brother advice...
These guys are legally required
to give you
as many free samples
as you want.
That is not at all true.
Whoops. Darn it all!
I'll help you out by throwing
these away at my house.
Look, I found another one! Wow.
And yet your clothes
are always rumpled.
You can use these things
on clothes?
[ Ducks quacking ]
Slack slack, slack slack.
Ducks say "slack" now?
♪♪
What are we doing?!
This is madness!
Ducks say "what are we doing,
this is madness" now?
Welcome to The Terrifying
Asylum of Dr. Insane-o.
Unlike other escape rooms, you
can take all the time you need.
We'll do it in half that time.
Pssst.
Now I am a guard at this asylum,
where Dr. Insane-o,
the demented scientist,
performs unspeakable experiments
on the inmates...
You.
I am so embarrassed for you
right now
that you have to do this.
The Doctor is out shopping
for new torture devices
to use on you,
unless you figure out
how to escape before he returns.
So you're, like, an asylum guard
with a conscience or something?
You're... You're helping us out?
I-I don't get it.
I know how to escape!
Follow her!
[ Grunts ] It's locked!
Oh, God, they've thought
of everything!
This isn't working out.
I don't think
we're compatible as brothers.
Oh.
I'll take you home
as soon as we hang out
in this parking lot
for a few hours.
A few hours?!
In a parking lot?!
♪♪
♪ Nothin' shakin'
on Shakedown Street ♪
♪ Used to be the heart of town ♪
What is this?
The parking lot scene
before a Phish concert!
♪ You just gotta poke around ♪
It's like I'm on another planet!
This area is Shakedown Street.
It's like a Moroccan bazaar,
except none
of this stuff's cursed.
I sell 10 grilled cheeses,
I can afford a ticket
to the show.
[ Steam hisses ]
Cheese cubes, duck bread...
We were getting ingredients!
That's actually pretty smart.
I used my brain
to make the idea.
You did it.
You've introduced me
to a whole new world,
big brother.
♪ Nothing here
that could interest you ♪
Thanks...
little brother.
Now that we're brothers, I feel
like I can tell you anything.
When I was little, I saw a man
stabbing his family
at a rest stop,
and I pretended not to notice.
Shhhhhhhh.
Let's just savor this moment.
♪♪
[ Steam hisses ]
Alright,
here's my super secret tip
to grilled cheese perfection...
Totally melted cheese.
Together: Whoa!
Ohh-ohh!
Hey, Cheese, who's your bud?
Mars, meet my little brother,
Steve.
Your brother makes the best
grilled cheese on Shakedown!
Like a cheddar Michelangelo
sculpting ooey-gooey Davids.
Did I miss
Cheese's cheeses?
Are you...
NBA Hall of Famer
and deeply-hooked
Phish-head, Bill Walton?
Yes, I am.
I was gonna say
"in constant back pain
from your height and posture,"
but that's cool.
I love these things, even
though my heart doctor tells me
that eating even one of them
will take years off my life.
[ Chomps ]
Who's the new kid?
It's Cheese's little brother,
dude.
A little Cheese?!
"Little Cheese."
I like it.
[ Dog grunting ] Jim!
Good to see you, too, boy!
That's Runaway Jim, a stray dog
who follows Phish on tour.
Jim doesn't like
anyone but Cheese.
[ Growls ]
He's actually kind of a dick.
Uh-oh, we got another stray dog.
Oh, my God!
Bad Wook! Git!
What the hell was that?!
That's a "Wookie" or "Wook,"
a feral hippie
always trying to mooch.
Don't confuse them with "woks."
Those are non-feral non-hippies
used to cook stir-fry.
What's she doing?
The finger means she's looking
for a "miracle,"
a free ticket.
I'd give her mine,
but then I'd need a miracle,
and I don't know
if there's another me
out there to give me one.
♪ In the middle of the night ♪
Whoa, that guy's awesome!
No. That man is a "custie."
Short for "customer."
A rich dude who tries to buy
his way into the scene.
He's human garbage.
[ Vehicle alarm chirps ]
Hello there, Mr. Cheese.
Might I still be
able to purchase
one of your famous
parking lot sandwiches?
Beat it, custie!
We don't need your one-percent,
Wall Street,
Scrooge McDuck money!
[ Laughter ]
Nice, Cheese!
I run a charity that gives
puppies to disabled kids.
Screw off, money slave!
Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Little Cheese burned
that custie so hard!
He's totally one of us!
♪♪
Not the blue elixir
on the red brain.
We tried that combo!
Six hours, and we haven't solved
a single damn puzzle!
Huh, this restraint chair
is actually pretty comfy.
Ooh, so is this bloody table.
Maybe we should relax a bit.
Ever since I won that coupon,
it's been go, go, go.
Why are we in such a rush?
Let's enjoy where we are.
[ All sigh ]
Escape Room Lady:
Stuck on the beaker puzzle?
How about a hint?
We paid to get in here.
Why are you so focused
on getting us out?
Because it's an escape room.
We are escaping.
From our humdrum
furniture at home.
♪♪
So, what'd you think of your
first Phish show, Little Cheese?
Well, I didn't enjoy it
as much as that girl on molly
who kept trying
to kiss the music.
But I'm in love
with Shakedown Street.
[ Hissing ]
Oh! Wha... What's that?
That's the hiss of
the Nitrous Mafia,
a violent drug gang
that controls
the sale
of nitrous oxide balloons.
[ Laughing ]
Even rainbows have shadows.
I don't know if that's true.
The Nitrous Mafia is here
for money, not music.
And they force small mom-and-pop
nitrous dealers out of business.
Promise me you'll stay away
from them.
Fine. I promise.
Well, it's time to go anyway.
♪♪
What if we don't go home?
What if we follow the band
on tour?
I don't know
if I could pretend to be a duck
in every city in America.
You wouldn't have to.
In my business class, I learned
how to invest "capital"
in an "industry."
You talkin' like a custie
right now!
No, no, no, no, no!
I just mean if we get
enough ingredients
to make twice
as many grilled cheeses,
we could use the profits
to go to every show.
I'm in!
I should probably tell Hayley
I won't be back
for three months.
But I can do that after.
♪♪
It's working, Steve.
I've never seen
this many rumpled-up
dollar bills in my life!
Hooray for
the Grilled Cheese Brothers!
[ Crowd cheering ]
♪♪
I got a hot cheese for Moonbeam!
We should start
taking last names.
♪♪
[ Drumming ]
So, you goin' to Red Rocks?
We're thinking about introducing
a four-cheese blend there,
if that moves
the needle for you.
[ Bangs on drum ]
♪♪
Well, going on tour
was a dream come true.
But now that it's over,
I'll need to think
of new dreams.
And new come trues.
Grilled Cheese Bros!
See you at the Phish festival?
What festival?
You gotta go, L.C.!
Camping, artwork,
80,000 people sharing
like 10 porta potties.
Well, then,
of course I'm going!
[ Cheering ]
Little Cheese, I love you, man!
I'm starting to come down.
Sorry, Little Cheese,
but festivals
are way out of our price range.
But Mars is going! And Tela!
And Bill Walton!
Let's just go home
and do brother stuff there.
Like wait for our parents to die
then fight over their money.
Yeah, I guess we can't
afford the festival.
That's the spirit!
[ Hissing ]
[ Laughing ]
[ Bubbling ]
[ Dart stabs ]
[ Ping-pong ball clacking ]
You suck at teeny tiny tennis.
Big Daddy is the teeny tiny man.
Escape Room Lady:
[ Over speaker ] You have to try
to escape the room.
It's been weeks.
You said take as much time
as we need,
and time we are taking.
I know you're running
out of food.
Fine. Let's negotiate.
Okay.
What will it take
for you to leave...
Tom, now!
Delivery!
[ Cackles ] I'm more brilliant
than Dr. Insane-o himself.
You'll never get us out.
We're gonna die in here.
[ Laughter ]
[ Door closes ]
I'm not gonna lie,
I'm excited to get home
and start pooping indoors again.
I know how to pay
for the festival.
We'll franchise
Grilled Cheese Brothers.
I got a loan from
the Nitrous Mafia to...
Nitrous Mafia?!
You made a brother promise
you'd stay away.
Come on, Jeff.
We're not really brothers.
You and me having
the same unshakeable bond
as Luke and Owen Wilson?
Please.
Oh. Anyway,
here's all the bread and cheese
I bought with the loan.
[ Snoring ]
[ Belches ]
Oh, crap, Wooks raided the van!
The Nitrous Mafia's
gonna kill me
if I don't pay them back!
They were very specific
about that!
Seems like you got yourself
into quite the predicament.
H-How are the Grilled
Cheese Brothers
gonna solve this one?
Oh, so now we're brothers again?
You mean that thing I said
about not being brothers?
Brothers say mean stuff
to each other.
Dick?
You're right.
I'll go talk to them.
[ Jeff speaking indistinctly ]
Steve: Phew.
Jeff's got it covered.
[ Clank ]
Aah!
[ Wind howls ]
[ Balloon thudding ]
"We're keeping your brother
until he works off your debt."
What have I done?!
[ Sucks nitrous ]
[ Giggles ]
[ Thud ]
[ Balloon deflates ]
[ Steve sobbing ]
♪ In the middle of the night ♪
Hello, fellow fan. Why so blue?
The Nitrous Mafia
is forcing Jeff
to sell nitrous at the festival
until he pays off my debt.
Harsh toke.
Am I using that right? Kind of.
Well, I'm goin'
if you want a lift.
Not in a million years, custie!
[ Door closes ]
Yes, thank you so much.
You think you're better
than everyone else
with your fancy R.V.?!
You are. This is exquisite.
♪♪
[ Hissing ]
Usually the Nitrous Mafia
sells gas in the parking lot.
[ Hiss ]
But today we're all
selling gas...
[ Hiss ]
...inside the concert venue.
How about I hang back and
tie-dye the gang's sweatpants?
How about you...
[ Hiss ]
...get me my money?!
[ Gasps ] So how are we getting
the nitrous tanks
past security, boss?
Who said anything about...
[ Hiss ]
...tanks?
♪♪
[ Nitrous flowing ]
Jeff: Now I get what
the mean nitrous man meant
when he said, "Who said
anything about tanks?"
It was actually pretty clever.
♪♪
I just want to check in, Stan.
You're really sticking on 11?
Like glue, my man. Hello.
Thanks, I'll take an 18-year
Macallan on the rocks.
[ Chip clinks ]
We haven't been able
to book this room for a month.
We're closing.
A server farm is
taking over our lease.
[ Wheels creaking ]
Don't bite on this, gang.
It's classic Insane-o trickery.
You do realize there is
no Dr. Insane-o, right?
But there is an Ernie.
He's VP of tech.
You'll liaise with him
from now on.
[ Servers whirring ]
So... Ernie's bringing
my Macallan, then?
Ooh, it's getting
kinda hot in here.
I'll tell you who's sweatin'...
Dr. Insane-o.
This is so desperate.
[ Lock clacks ]
[ Panting ]
We'll take that hint now!
Come on,
we're gonna die in here!
Escape Room Lady:
[ Over speaker ] Isn't that
what you said you wanted?
[ Cackles ]
Don't you see, Stan?
The Escape Room Lady...
She's Dr. Insane-o.
[ Eerie music plays ]
"Twilight Zone" moment!
[ Groans ]
[ Thud ]
[ Helicopter blades whirring ]
Festivals are so neat.
Shut up, Custie!
I gotta find Jeff before
he's arrested for
selling balloons!
[ Metal detector squeals ]
Oh, man, if I get caught
with all this nitrous,
I'm so screwed!
♪♪
Hold up!
♪♪
You lost a little air.
Let me top you off.
I'm a cool security guard.
[ Suit hisses ]
[ Giggles ]
[ Thud ]
Weird, no one down there's
selling nitrous balloons.
Weirder, buncha people
wearing Plokémon suits.
The Nitrous Mafia aren't
selling balloons.
They are the balloons.
But which one's Jeff?
Runaway Jim!
He's only horny for Jeff's leg.
So that must be Jeff.
Shut up, Custie!
Jeff: Not now, Jim!
I don't want you mixed up
in all this.
[ Hiss ]
[ Giggles ]
Jeff!
We gotta get you out of here
before you get arrested.
Not until I pay back
the Nitrous Mafia
or we'll be looking
over our shoulder
for the rest of our lives!
Then let's bust 'em right now.
Officers! Everyone wearing
a Plokémon suit
is a nitrous dealer.
You gotta catch 'em all!
[ Knife clicks, hiss ]
Oh, yeah. That's the real deal.
[ Drums on chest ]
Freeze, Plokémen!
We know you're all
made of drugs!
♪♪
Nitrous Mafia!
Initiate helium escape protocol!
[ Hissing ]
♪♪
[ Grunts ]
Jeff: The Nitrous Mafia's
getting away!
Phish fans unite!
♪♪
[ Thudding ]
Right. Phish fans don't own
any sharp stuff.
[ Wind blows ]
Ah. The only thing
that can stop the Mafia now
is a miracle.
A miracle!
A miracle!
Together: A miracle!
♪♪
[ Thunder rumbles ]
[ Lightning buzzing, screaming ]
[ Squeak! ]
- Whoo!
- Whoo-hoo!
Yeah!
I was wrong about you,
Big Cheese.
Only a real big brother
would risk himself
to help his dumb little brother
out of trouble.
Thanks, Little Cheese.
Let's go home.
Orrrrr...
should us brothers
split the acid
I've been saving
in my pocket all tour?
That's all you, big bro.
Good, 'cause I already
took both doses
and I'm banana monkey
bingo foot.
May I have this darnce,
Madam Eucalyptus?
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Bye-bye! See you soon!
what's the difference
between "assets" and "equity?"
I have a question for you,
Steve...
Do you know summer break
starts tomorrow?
Check out what I got
in my textbook.
Baaaaabes!
Pretty hot for a dead lady...
or monster?
W-Where does one get... that?
From my big brother, Big Billy.
Dr. Kalgary made you a brother?
[ Rock music plays,
tires screech ]
Check out this R-rated movie,
little bro!
Oh, yeahhhh.
Pope on Pope action!
Well, my big brother
took me to Chimdale
to buy throwing stars.
No fair!
All these big brothers are
introducing people to cool,
new stuff, but I don't have one.
Sucks to be you, kid.
My big brother's so rad.
He's 68,
and all his prostate exams
have totally come back negative.
[ Students cheering ]
Congratulations!
♪♪
♪ Good morning, U.S.A. ♪
♪ I got a feelin' that
it's gonna be a wonderful day ♪
♪ The sun in the sky
has a smile on his face ♪
♪ And he's shinin' a salute
to the American race ♪
♪ Oh, boy, it's swell to say ♪
♪ Good... ♪
♪ Good morning, U.S.A. ♪
Aah!
♪ Good morning, U.S.A. ♪
♪♪
Uh-oh, you got bummer face.
What's the crisis?
My life is lame and boring
'cause I don't have
a big brother
to introduce me to cool stuff.
Well, you already
have a brother... Jeff.
Jeff's just my brother-in-law.
Exactly. You love the law.
You're always calling the cops
to snitch on our neighbors.
They're running a meth lab!
Spend some time with Jeff.
Trust me, he can show you
some stuff.
If you're talking about
that acorn he thinks
is a buffalo's toenail,
he's shown me. [ Door closes ]
Emergency family meeting
in three, two, one.
I-I just got the mail,
and I've won... a coupon!
30% off for an escape room!
It's such an insane deal
my hands are shaking!
Nope. Jeff beats escape room.
Aw, man. I'm gonna get so many
chicks at this escape room.
Klaus, do you have any idea
what an escape room is?
No way, man. No clue.
♪♪
This is so cool.
Nobody's ever asked me
to be their brother.
It's not really a thing
that happens all that often.
Hayley's not my sister now,
though, right?
Jeff, focus.
I need you to show me the world,
expand my horizons.
Okay, you know how sometimes
the rest of the family
is doing stuff
and I'm not around?
It's because
I'm looking at this wall.
If you look close enough,
you can see a little face.
I call him Colonel Forbin.
Big brother advice...
These guys are legally required
to give you
as many free samples
as you want.
That is not at all true.
Whoops. Darn it all!
I'll help you out by throwing
these away at my house.
Look, I found another one! Wow.
And yet your clothes
are always rumpled.
You can use these things
on clothes?
[ Ducks quacking ]
Slack slack, slack slack.
Ducks say "slack" now?
♪♪
What are we doing?!
This is madness!
Ducks say "what are we doing,
this is madness" now?
Welcome to The Terrifying
Asylum of Dr. Insane-o.
Unlike other escape rooms, you
can take all the time you need.
We'll do it in half that time.
Pssst.
Now I am a guard at this asylum,
where Dr. Insane-o,
the demented scientist,
performs unspeakable experiments
on the inmates...
You.
I am so embarrassed for you
right now
that you have to do this.
The Doctor is out shopping
for new torture devices
to use on you,
unless you figure out
how to escape before he returns.
So you're, like, an asylum guard
with a conscience or something?
You're... You're helping us out?
I-I don't get it.
I know how to escape!
Follow her!
[ Grunts ] It's locked!
Oh, God, they've thought
of everything!
This isn't working out.
I don't think
we're compatible as brothers.
Oh.
I'll take you home
as soon as we hang out
in this parking lot
for a few hours.
A few hours?!
In a parking lot?!
♪♪
♪ Nothin' shakin'
on Shakedown Street ♪
♪ Used to be the heart of town ♪
What is this?
The parking lot scene
before a Phish concert!
♪ You just gotta poke around ♪
It's like I'm on another planet!
This area is Shakedown Street.
It's like a Moroccan bazaar,
except none
of this stuff's cursed.
I sell 10 grilled cheeses,
I can afford a ticket
to the show.
[ Steam hisses ]
Cheese cubes, duck bread...
We were getting ingredients!
That's actually pretty smart.
I used my brain
to make the idea.
You did it.
You've introduced me
to a whole new world,
big brother.
♪ Nothing here
that could interest you ♪
Thanks...
little brother.
Now that we're brothers, I feel
like I can tell you anything.
When I was little, I saw a man
stabbing his family
at a rest stop,
and I pretended not to notice.
Shhhhhhhh.
Let's just savor this moment.
♪♪
[ Steam hisses ]
Alright,
here's my super secret tip
to grilled cheese perfection...
Totally melted cheese.
Together: Whoa!
Ohh-ohh!
Hey, Cheese, who's your bud?
Mars, meet my little brother,
Steve.
Your brother makes the best
grilled cheese on Shakedown!
Like a cheddar Michelangelo
sculpting ooey-gooey Davids.
Did I miss
Cheese's cheeses?
Are you...
NBA Hall of Famer
and deeply-hooked
Phish-head, Bill Walton?
Yes, I am.
I was gonna say
"in constant back pain
from your height and posture,"
but that's cool.
I love these things, even
though my heart doctor tells me
that eating even one of them
will take years off my life.
[ Chomps ]
Who's the new kid?
It's Cheese's little brother,
dude.
A little Cheese?!
"Little Cheese."
I like it.
[ Dog grunting ] Jim!
Good to see you, too, boy!
That's Runaway Jim, a stray dog
who follows Phish on tour.
Jim doesn't like
anyone but Cheese.
[ Growls ]
He's actually kind of a dick.
Uh-oh, we got another stray dog.
Oh, my God!
Bad Wook! Git!
What the hell was that?!
That's a "Wookie" or "Wook,"
a feral hippie
always trying to mooch.
Don't confuse them with "woks."
Those are non-feral non-hippies
used to cook stir-fry.
What's she doing?
The finger means she's looking
for a "miracle,"
a free ticket.
I'd give her mine,
but then I'd need a miracle,
and I don't know
if there's another me
out there to give me one.
♪ In the middle of the night ♪
Whoa, that guy's awesome!
No. That man is a "custie."
Short for "customer."
A rich dude who tries to buy
his way into the scene.
He's human garbage.
[ Vehicle alarm chirps ]
Hello there, Mr. Cheese.
Might I still be
able to purchase
one of your famous
parking lot sandwiches?
Beat it, custie!
We don't need your one-percent,
Wall Street,
Scrooge McDuck money!
[ Laughter ]
Nice, Cheese!
I run a charity that gives
puppies to disabled kids.
Screw off, money slave!
Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Little Cheese burned
that custie so hard!
He's totally one of us!
♪♪
Not the blue elixir
on the red brain.
We tried that combo!
Six hours, and we haven't solved
a single damn puzzle!
Huh, this restraint chair
is actually pretty comfy.
Ooh, so is this bloody table.
Maybe we should relax a bit.
Ever since I won that coupon,
it's been go, go, go.
Why are we in such a rush?
Let's enjoy where we are.
[ All sigh ]
Escape Room Lady:
Stuck on the beaker puzzle?
How about a hint?
We paid to get in here.
Why are you so focused
on getting us out?
Because it's an escape room.
We are escaping.
From our humdrum
furniture at home.
♪♪
So, what'd you think of your
first Phish show, Little Cheese?
Well, I didn't enjoy it
as much as that girl on molly
who kept trying
to kiss the music.
But I'm in love
with Shakedown Street.
[ Hissing ]
Oh! Wha... What's that?
That's the hiss of
the Nitrous Mafia,
a violent drug gang
that controls
the sale
of nitrous oxide balloons.
[ Laughing ]
Even rainbows have shadows.
I don't know if that's true.
The Nitrous Mafia is here
for money, not music.
And they force small mom-and-pop
nitrous dealers out of business.
Promise me you'll stay away
from them.
Fine. I promise.
Well, it's time to go anyway.
♪♪
What if we don't go home?
What if we follow the band
on tour?
I don't know
if I could pretend to be a duck
in every city in America.
You wouldn't have to.
In my business class, I learned
how to invest "capital"
in an "industry."
You talkin' like a custie
right now!
No, no, no, no, no!
I just mean if we get
enough ingredients
to make twice
as many grilled cheeses,
we could use the profits
to go to every show.
I'm in!
I should probably tell Hayley
I won't be back
for three months.
But I can do that after.
♪♪
It's working, Steve.
I've never seen
this many rumpled-up
dollar bills in my life!
Hooray for
the Grilled Cheese Brothers!
[ Crowd cheering ]
♪♪
I got a hot cheese for Moonbeam!
We should start
taking last names.
♪♪
[ Drumming ]
So, you goin' to Red Rocks?
We're thinking about introducing
a four-cheese blend there,
if that moves
the needle for you.
[ Bangs on drum ]
♪♪
Well, going on tour
was a dream come true.
But now that it's over,
I'll need to think
of new dreams.
And new come trues.
Grilled Cheese Bros!
See you at the Phish festival?
What festival?
You gotta go, L.C.!
Camping, artwork,
80,000 people sharing
like 10 porta potties.
Well, then,
of course I'm going!
[ Cheering ]
Little Cheese, I love you, man!
I'm starting to come down.
Sorry, Little Cheese,
but festivals
are way out of our price range.
But Mars is going! And Tela!
And Bill Walton!
Let's just go home
and do brother stuff there.
Like wait for our parents to die
then fight over their money.
Yeah, I guess we can't
afford the festival.
That's the spirit!
[ Hissing ]
[ Laughing ]
[ Bubbling ]
[ Dart stabs ]
[ Ping-pong ball clacking ]
You suck at teeny tiny tennis.
Big Daddy is the teeny tiny man.
Escape Room Lady:
[ Over speaker ] You have to try
to escape the room.
It's been weeks.
You said take as much time
as we need,
and time we are taking.
I know you're running
out of food.
Fine. Let's negotiate.
Okay.
What will it take
for you to leave...
Tom, now!
Delivery!
[ Cackles ] I'm more brilliant
than Dr. Insane-o himself.
You'll never get us out.
We're gonna die in here.
[ Laughter ]
[ Door closes ]
I'm not gonna lie,
I'm excited to get home
and start pooping indoors again.
I know how to pay
for the festival.
We'll franchise
Grilled Cheese Brothers.
I got a loan from
the Nitrous Mafia to...
Nitrous Mafia?!
You made a brother promise
you'd stay away.
Come on, Jeff.
We're not really brothers.
You and me having
the same unshakeable bond
as Luke and Owen Wilson?
Please.
Oh. Anyway,
here's all the bread and cheese
I bought with the loan.
[ Snoring ]
[ Belches ]
Oh, crap, Wooks raided the van!
The Nitrous Mafia's
gonna kill me
if I don't pay them back!
They were very specific
about that!
Seems like you got yourself
into quite the predicament.
H-How are the Grilled
Cheese Brothers
gonna solve this one?
Oh, so now we're brothers again?
You mean that thing I said
about not being brothers?
Brothers say mean stuff
to each other.
Dick?
You're right.
I'll go talk to them.
[ Jeff speaking indistinctly ]
Steve: Phew.
Jeff's got it covered.
[ Clank ]
Aah!
[ Wind howls ]
[ Balloon thudding ]
"We're keeping your brother
until he works off your debt."
What have I done?!
[ Sucks nitrous ]
[ Giggles ]
[ Thud ]
[ Balloon deflates ]
[ Steve sobbing ]
♪ In the middle of the night ♪
Hello, fellow fan. Why so blue?
The Nitrous Mafia
is forcing Jeff
to sell nitrous at the festival
until he pays off my debt.
Harsh toke.
Am I using that right? Kind of.
Well, I'm goin'
if you want a lift.
Not in a million years, custie!
[ Door closes ]
Yes, thank you so much.
You think you're better
than everyone else
with your fancy R.V.?!
You are. This is exquisite.
♪♪
[ Hissing ]
Usually the Nitrous Mafia
sells gas in the parking lot.
[ Hiss ]
But today we're all
selling gas...
[ Hiss ]
...inside the concert venue.
How about I hang back and
tie-dye the gang's sweatpants?
How about you...
[ Hiss ]
...get me my money?!
[ Gasps ] So how are we getting
the nitrous tanks
past security, boss?
Who said anything about...
[ Hiss ]
...tanks?
♪♪
[ Nitrous flowing ]
Jeff: Now I get what
the mean nitrous man meant
when he said, "Who said
anything about tanks?"
It was actually pretty clever.
♪♪
I just want to check in, Stan.
You're really sticking on 11?
Like glue, my man. Hello.
Thanks, I'll take an 18-year
Macallan on the rocks.
[ Chip clinks ]
We haven't been able
to book this room for a month.
We're closing.
A server farm is
taking over our lease.
[ Wheels creaking ]
Don't bite on this, gang.
It's classic Insane-o trickery.
You do realize there is
no Dr. Insane-o, right?
But there is an Ernie.
He's VP of tech.
You'll liaise with him
from now on.
[ Servers whirring ]
So... Ernie's bringing
my Macallan, then?
Ooh, it's getting
kinda hot in here.
I'll tell you who's sweatin'...
Dr. Insane-o.
This is so desperate.
[ Lock clacks ]
[ Panting ]
We'll take that hint now!
Come on,
we're gonna die in here!
Escape Room Lady:
[ Over speaker ] Isn't that
what you said you wanted?
[ Cackles ]
Don't you see, Stan?
The Escape Room Lady...
She's Dr. Insane-o.
[ Eerie music plays ]
"Twilight Zone" moment!
[ Groans ]
[ Thud ]
[ Helicopter blades whirring ]
Festivals are so neat.
Shut up, Custie!
I gotta find Jeff before
he's arrested for
selling balloons!
[ Metal detector squeals ]
Oh, man, if I get caught
with all this nitrous,
I'm so screwed!
♪♪
Hold up!
♪♪
You lost a little air.
Let me top you off.
I'm a cool security guard.
[ Suit hisses ]
[ Giggles ]
[ Thud ]
Weird, no one down there's
selling nitrous balloons.
Weirder, buncha people
wearing Plokémon suits.
The Nitrous Mafia aren't
selling balloons.
They are the balloons.
But which one's Jeff?
Runaway Jim!
He's only horny for Jeff's leg.
So that must be Jeff.
Shut up, Custie!
Jeff: Not now, Jim!
I don't want you mixed up
in all this.
[ Hiss ]
[ Giggles ]
Jeff!
We gotta get you out of here
before you get arrested.
Not until I pay back
the Nitrous Mafia
or we'll be looking
over our shoulder
for the rest of our lives!
Then let's bust 'em right now.
Officers! Everyone wearing
a Plokémon suit
is a nitrous dealer.
You gotta catch 'em all!
[ Knife clicks, hiss ]
Oh, yeah. That's the real deal.
[ Drums on chest ]
Freeze, Plokémen!
We know you're all
made of drugs!
♪♪
Nitrous Mafia!
Initiate helium escape protocol!
[ Hissing ]
♪♪
[ Grunts ]
Jeff: The Nitrous Mafia's
getting away!
Phish fans unite!
♪♪
[ Thudding ]
Right. Phish fans don't own
any sharp stuff.
[ Wind blows ]
Ah. The only thing
that can stop the Mafia now
is a miracle.
A miracle!
A miracle!
Together: A miracle!
♪♪
[ Thunder rumbles ]
[ Lightning buzzing, screaming ]
[ Squeak! ]
- Whoo!
- Whoo-hoo!
Yeah!
I was wrong about you,
Big Cheese.
Only a real big brother
would risk himself
to help his dumb little brother
out of trouble.
Thanks, Little Cheese.
Let's go home.
Orrrrr...
should us brothers
split the acid
I've been saving
in my pocket all tour?
That's all you, big bro.
Good, 'cause I already
took both doses
and I'm banana monkey
bingo foot.
May I have this darnce,
Madam Eucalyptus?
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Bye-bye! See you soon!