Dead End: Paranormal Park (2022–…): Season 2, Episode 4 - Episode #2.4 - full transcript
-Whoa!
Ah!
-Ah! No!
-Huh?
Ah!
Ouch!
-Hey!
Ah, Logs.
Where to begin?
He has these cute little face whiskers.
He has a great sense of humor.
Huh?
He always knows what he wants.
-Vanilla, please.
-Aw.
And he always saves the day.
-Yeah! Whoo! Logs! Yeah.
-Yeah Logs! Whoo!
He's just the best.
Uh, anyway,
uh, he's just neat, I guess.
So, when are we gonna meet him?
Uh, meet…
…him?
Well, he sounds like a fine young man.
We'd love to get to know him.
Uh, uh, soon?
Yeah, why don't you all meet for coffee?
Patrick!
Great! We'd love to meet them all.
Norma. Courtney.
That, uh, disembodied hand you mentioned.
You, you,
you don't want to meet them.
They… They're a little unusual.
Oh, Barney, they can't be any weirder
than the fact Pugsley talks now.
Salient point.
And can I just say the leftover meatloaf?
Mwah! You've outdone yourself
once again, Roxanne.
Okay.
I suppose coffee wouldn't hurt.
As long as it's casual.
Oh, honey,
is my tux back from the cleaners?
Dad! Please don't embarrass me.
And that's it for Wrestle Mayhem 2002.
So, yeah, uh, would you be up
for meeting my parents for casual coffee?
Hmm. I guess.
But didn't you run away from them,
like, two months ago?
Fair point.
But they're fine now.
And my grandma is not invited,
and they've been really great lately.
Okay. Sure.
I mean, it's kind of a big step, right?
I suppose, but it'll only be coffee.
We do coffee all the time, right?
We'll just have company.
So, back here at 7:00?
No problem. I… Oh.
Heh. Trip hazard.
Let me put this back.
-See me out?
Beat that.
Okay. See you later for a "casual" coffee.
I'll make sure my tuxedo is pressed.
-Oh, no.
-I'm kidding. We got this.
See you tonight.
Ha. Beat that!
That's it. House meeting now!
So, that's why I need you guys
to be on your best behavior.
When are we not on our best behavior?
-Awesome.
-I did it!
Look, I just want them
to get the best impression of you guys.
So just simple conversations.
Some music, some coffee.
Yes?
-We don't have any coffee.
-No! No, no! It's all going wrong.
Barney, as the leader of this team,
I command you to go get ready
and we'll take care of everything else.
Since when were you leader of the team?
-Since now. Beat it.
Just remember,
the fate of my relationship,
nay, the fate of romance itself
is at stake.
Out.
Listen up.
This is Operation Meet the Parents.
From my extensive research into romcoms,
I know that the parental meeting
is an important step
in the relationship timeline.
Coffee won't cut it.
We need to make this a night to remember.
Well, if I know anything about humans--
You don't, but go on.
The way to a person's heart
is through their stomach,
and as disemboweling is not an option,
how about I fix us up
one of my famous dinners?
Ooh, there's some garbage
I've had my eye on for weeks.
And perhaps my, uh, puppy pupil
could perform a magical demonstration?
Show them what I taught you.
Ta-da!
Bravo!
All great suggestions,
but we're gonna need some icebreakers.
-Here are some great tools…
…to break the ice.
First off, you have to greet people.
-You can wave, you can shake their hand…
…you can do a fist bump,
or nowadays people are doing elbow bumps,
I don't know--
-What was that?
-Nothing!
Look what I found!
This was my guide to humanity
when I first got here.
It's full of recipes,
etiquette and fun-tivities.
Oh, really? Where's the chapter
on sacrificing dogs to demon kings?
Are you still mad about that?
Ooh, can I take a look?
"Dinner Party Etiquette
for the Authentically Human Person."
Hmm. Sounds…
totally non-suspicious.
This will be perfect!
Let's roll out.
This looks delicious.
They're gonna love it.
It smells like rain-soaked cardboard
left in an alleyway… for a year.
Well, that'll be
the rain-soaked cardboard then.
I can't believe you've done this.
See? I told you he'd be grateful.
What happened to casual?
Well, there's nothing more casual
than soup between friends.
Here, try this.
Ugh!
Why do they
always have to embarrass me?
Huh? Barney?
Yeah?
Oh, I thought I heard you say something.
-Nevermind.
Oh no, they're here!
Is this tie okay?
It's meant to be casual but--
Relax, honey. You look great.
Mom, Dad, uh, I'm so glad you're here.
Please come in.
Uh, make yourselves at home.
Logs will be here shortly.
Patrick's at Vince's tonight,
so you have us for as long as you like.
What a lovely place.
So, where are we having coffee?
Can we avoid that Wild West Tavern?
Oh, don't worry,
we're very banned from there.
I thought we could actually eat here.
Eat? But we just got drive-through.
-Oh, uh, it's just my friends decided to--
Norma Khan, at your service.
And you must be the Guttmans.
Fingers! Their coats.
-Oh my!
-May I?
-Oh! What was that?
Ah, just a helping hand.
May I introduce our company
for this evening's activities.
You, of course, all know Pugsley.
Mm, charmed.
And our chef who quite literally
trained in Hell's Kitchen.
'Sup.
Nice to meet you all.
And she is a demon?
Is that an okay thing to say?
I prefer Courtney,
but whatever, meat sack.
Ha, ha, ha! What wonderful banter.
Okay.
Let's save the spirited debates
for the cheese course, shall we?
Yeah, speaking of which,
I gotta get back to the kitchen thing.
Norma? What's up with your voice?
Oh, Barney. I'm just being droll.
-Do you even know what droll means?
Sorry I'm late. The petting zoo escaped
into the hedge maze--
-Presenting Mr. Logan Nguyen…
…Chief Health and Safety Officer
for the Phoenix Parks Group.
Your coat, sir?
I haven't got a coat--
I wasn't wearing a coat,
that's my shirt!
Oh yes, I do apologize.
-That'll be all, Fingers.
-Nice to meet you, Logan.
It's nice to meet you too, sir.
You can call me Logs.
Huh. Nice to meet you, Logs.
Formally greeting your guests? Check.
Now onto icebreakers.
Norma, it's okay.
We're breaking the ice already.
Firstly, ask your guest:
If you could go anywhere in the world
right now, where would it be?
Hmm.
Mom? Dad? Logs?
Hmm?
Hmm…
Whoa! This isn't so bad.
Whoa!
Logs! Logs!
Stand here please! Logs!
-There we go!
Logs? Mom? Dad? Where did you go?
Mom?
Stop taking pictures of my butt!
Stop taking pictures of my butt!
Well, that didn't work.
Okay. Oh, here's another one.
Who would be your dream
dinner party guest, living or dead?
-Um…
-Hmm…
Oh, hey, girlfriend. What's the tea?
Shakespeare?
That's my name.
Don't wear-eth it out.
Hey, Rox, look, it's Shakesp… Wait, what?
Rodrigo! From Steamy Shores?
Of course. Tell me, mi alma.
Is this massage,
as you say, hitting the spot?
Hey, sonny, get your hands off my wife!
Ooh! Trouble in paradiso.
I liveth for drama! OMG.
-Hey, Barney.
-Logs?
Of course you'd be my dream guest.
Logs! You're my dream guest. Who's yours?
Internet sensation Angsty Alfie,
the blue-crested parrot!
Nobody understands me.,
He's so relatable.
Huh. He reminds me of someone.
No, he doesn't.
Get it off, get it off!
Hey, don't hurt my skull-antula.
It's one of the rarest demons of all,
and my dream dinner party guest.
Aren't you, little guy?
You're so rare, aren't you?
-Ah!
Where are the drinks around here?
I'm more parched than a sack of parchment.
Get it?
I'm a comedy writer, too, BT dubs.
Honey, should, uh, we be going?
Ah, just five more minutes.
Oh! The book!
You know what, that saloon
isn't such a bad idea after all.
I will follow you
to the ends of the earth.
No, no, no.
First rule of the perfect dinner party.
Never leave early. Stay till the very end.
-Huh?
You!
Make yourself at home.
-Well, if you insist.
-Honey, are you okay?
-That's enough!
No. More. Games!
-Dang, Pugsley.
Thou detestable moor!
Thou womb of death.
Oh, dang it, too early.
Ay, mi amor, I think the time has come
for me to go. Adiós.
He's shorter in real life,
don't you think?
Dinner's ready.
Well, at least
the weird part's over, right?
Uh…
You're saying that
before we eat Courtney's food?
Wow, this is actually beautiful.
Always bet on red.
Ah.
Ahem! Ladies, gentlemen, dogs.
Ooh!
M'lady.
M'gentleman.
Fellas.
Easy on the finesse, Courtney.
Okay, fine.
Hey!
Bon appétit, everyone.
Huh?
Sorry, Mom. That spoon is evil.
Uh, how about you try another?
Huh?
Enjoy your awkward dinner!
Is everything okay, Pugsley?
This is even better than drain water.
Mmm. This soup is delicious.
Oh, yes. I totally agree,
Mrs. Guttman, great soup!
Uh, thanks, I guess?
So, Logan, uh…
Oh, Logs, sorry, do you like sports?
Um, well, I have
the staff highest score at bowling.
It's, uh, it's right up my alley.
Because…
Alley.
But, but, but no, I mean, I'm not like
Mr. Wrestling Superstar over here,
but he's getting me into it.
Oh, yeah. I've been showing him
all of the best Wrestle Mayhems.
How exciting.
And what is it
you want to do with your life?
Saul.
Well, um, I'm currently
a Safety Officer at the Park.
Logs is going to be an actor.
Oh. Isn't that nice?
Oh, you know, it's just a silly old dream,
it's not like I have experience
or anything.
Why is he acting so weird?
He wasn't like that yesterday.
-Sorry?
-I didn't say anything.
What future has Barney got
with a theme park safety officer?
And acting? Oh, dear.
He's really not going places, is he?
-Mom?
-Yes, sweetheart?
Oh, great.
There will never be someone good enough.
-What did you say?
-I didn't say anything.
Ugh.
Dogs at the dinner table? So unhygienic.
Yes.
More, go on, keep going.
I can't believe it.
They washed my doggy bed.
I put a whole year's work into that stink.
Ugh. He makes so much
noise when he slurps. It's so loud.
I do not look like a croissant!
I wasn't talking
about your head.
-No one is ever good enough for you.
-Be more like Rodrigo!
…without you third wheeling!
-You eat like an animal!
-I am an animal!
-That voice.
-Evil! Evil laugh!
-Courtney!
The recipe. It's not from the book, is it?
Oh, yeah, sure, blame the demon.
She's shaped like a pastry. Why not!?
Hello again, you beautiful unique souls.
Ugh. Harmony.
-What's in this soup?
Only me!
You see, this recipe was my backup plan
in case I needed some R and R.
Rest and Resurrection.
-How?
-Same as last time.
You made us vulnerable with stupid games
and exposed our fears with hallucinations.
You see,
there is never more insecurity and doubt
than at a family dinner.
And this time, I'm not letting you
out of my sight, missy.
Your, "Oh, the real world
scares me" schtick last time
was so very special episode,
but you can't stop me now!
Huh?
I see your deepest,
most personal insecurities,
and they look delicious.
Mom! Dad! Let them go!
Why does so much of my life
involve being gripped by tentacles!?
-Help!
-Logs! No!
Okay, gang, you know the drill.
I love y'all, but I gotta go. Bye.
Uh-uh-uh.
It's bad manners leaving the table
before everyone is finished eating,
and I am just getting started.
Delicious! So boring.
Mmm.
So boring.
I'm so sorry.
If I didn't bring everyone together,
none of this would've happened!
Well, I for one,
am grateful for this little soirée.
You see, my book
had laid dormant for some time.
But I heard you.
So scared of this dinner party.
Scared to be a disappointment.
Scared to follow your dreams.
Oh, honey, you're riddled with fear.
I know. I'm sorry.
Oh, no, not you.
-Him.
-Logs?
Go on. Tell him how you truly feel.
It's true.
I may look confident because it's my job,
but I've been scared this whole time.
I mean, boyfriend's parents,
dinner parties,
I've never done
any of this stuff before, I just…
I just wanted to make
a good first impression.
Logs. I had no idea you felt like this.
Why didn't you tell me?
Huh?
I thought you wouldn't like me anymore.
What? That's crazy.
The fact that
you're going through all this
and still such a great guy,
it only makes me love you even more.
Really?
What? No! What's happening?
I'll tell you what's happening.
Once again, you thought you could
break us apart by exposing our feelings.
But all you did
was bring us closer together.
Ugh!
Ugh.
This is so sweet it's making me sick.
Logs, there was no need
to feel worried about meeting us.
We think you're a wonderful young man.
You feel like part of the family.
You can call me "Dad."
Dad, too soon.
Oh.
I don't mind looking like a croissant.
They're warm and delicious.
-Nope. No.
Ugh.
Oh, this dinner is ruined.
What have you done?
You were supposed to be an anxious wreck.
I was keeping all that fear
bottled up inside,
but with your help
I was able to let it go.
So I just wanted to say…
-…from the bottom of my heart…
Don't say it!
…thank you!
The positivity, it's too much.
Anyone for dessert?
No!
Is every day like this here?
Unfortunately.
And you're okay with that?
Unfortunately.
Well, then I think
you're perfect for each other.
But maybe next time, we'll host.
-My first demon slaying.
Pretty cool, right? How did I do?
You did amazing.
I just wish I could have pulled off
some more of my wrestling techniques
and actually helped,
and while fighting demons is a lot of fun…
I don't want you getting hurt.
I'm first aid qualified.
I'll be all right.
It's not that.
I just keep thinking,
how long can we really do this for?
Well, this is just your summer job, right?
Yeah. And summer has to end.
Begone, foul demon.
-You missed him.
-Hmm?
-I summoned you hours ago.
Mm. I need to work on my timing.
I assume the humans
solved the problem once again?
Barely. I-I thought the blue one
might have showed some promise
at his little wrestling party,
but he's a lost cause.
I need to accelerate the dog's tutelage.
He still has a lot to learn.
Ah!
-Ah! No!
-Huh?
Ah!
Ouch!
-Hey!
Ah, Logs.
Where to begin?
He has these cute little face whiskers.
He has a great sense of humor.
Huh?
He always knows what he wants.
-Vanilla, please.
-Aw.
And he always saves the day.
-Yeah! Whoo! Logs! Yeah.
-Yeah Logs! Whoo!
He's just the best.
Uh, anyway,
uh, he's just neat, I guess.
So, when are we gonna meet him?
Uh, meet…
…him?
Well, he sounds like a fine young man.
We'd love to get to know him.
Uh, uh, soon?
Yeah, why don't you all meet for coffee?
Patrick!
Great! We'd love to meet them all.
Norma. Courtney.
That, uh, disembodied hand you mentioned.
You, you,
you don't want to meet them.
They… They're a little unusual.
Oh, Barney, they can't be any weirder
than the fact Pugsley talks now.
Salient point.
And can I just say the leftover meatloaf?
Mwah! You've outdone yourself
once again, Roxanne.
Okay.
I suppose coffee wouldn't hurt.
As long as it's casual.
Oh, honey,
is my tux back from the cleaners?
Dad! Please don't embarrass me.
And that's it for Wrestle Mayhem 2002.
So, yeah, uh, would you be up
for meeting my parents for casual coffee?
Hmm. I guess.
But didn't you run away from them,
like, two months ago?
Fair point.
But they're fine now.
And my grandma is not invited,
and they've been really great lately.
Okay. Sure.
I mean, it's kind of a big step, right?
I suppose, but it'll only be coffee.
We do coffee all the time, right?
We'll just have company.
So, back here at 7:00?
No problem. I… Oh.
Heh. Trip hazard.
Let me put this back.
-See me out?
Beat that.
Okay. See you later for a "casual" coffee.
I'll make sure my tuxedo is pressed.
-Oh, no.
-I'm kidding. We got this.
See you tonight.
Ha. Beat that!
That's it. House meeting now!
So, that's why I need you guys
to be on your best behavior.
When are we not on our best behavior?
-Awesome.
-I did it!
Look, I just want them
to get the best impression of you guys.
So just simple conversations.
Some music, some coffee.
Yes?
-We don't have any coffee.
-No! No, no! It's all going wrong.
Barney, as the leader of this team,
I command you to go get ready
and we'll take care of everything else.
Since when were you leader of the team?
-Since now. Beat it.
Just remember,
the fate of my relationship,
nay, the fate of romance itself
is at stake.
Out.
Listen up.
This is Operation Meet the Parents.
From my extensive research into romcoms,
I know that the parental meeting
is an important step
in the relationship timeline.
Coffee won't cut it.
We need to make this a night to remember.
Well, if I know anything about humans--
You don't, but go on.
The way to a person's heart
is through their stomach,
and as disemboweling is not an option,
how about I fix us up
one of my famous dinners?
Ooh, there's some garbage
I've had my eye on for weeks.
And perhaps my, uh, puppy pupil
could perform a magical demonstration?
Show them what I taught you.
Ta-da!
Bravo!
All great suggestions,
but we're gonna need some icebreakers.
-Here are some great tools…
…to break the ice.
First off, you have to greet people.
-You can wave, you can shake their hand…
…you can do a fist bump,
or nowadays people are doing elbow bumps,
I don't know--
-What was that?
-Nothing!
Look what I found!
This was my guide to humanity
when I first got here.
It's full of recipes,
etiquette and fun-tivities.
Oh, really? Where's the chapter
on sacrificing dogs to demon kings?
Are you still mad about that?
Ooh, can I take a look?
"Dinner Party Etiquette
for the Authentically Human Person."
Hmm. Sounds…
totally non-suspicious.
This will be perfect!
Let's roll out.
This looks delicious.
They're gonna love it.
It smells like rain-soaked cardboard
left in an alleyway… for a year.
Well, that'll be
the rain-soaked cardboard then.
I can't believe you've done this.
See? I told you he'd be grateful.
What happened to casual?
Well, there's nothing more casual
than soup between friends.
Here, try this.
Ugh!
Why do they
always have to embarrass me?
Huh? Barney?
Yeah?
Oh, I thought I heard you say something.
-Nevermind.
Oh no, they're here!
Is this tie okay?
It's meant to be casual but--
Relax, honey. You look great.
Mom, Dad, uh, I'm so glad you're here.
Please come in.
Uh, make yourselves at home.
Logs will be here shortly.
Patrick's at Vince's tonight,
so you have us for as long as you like.
What a lovely place.
So, where are we having coffee?
Can we avoid that Wild West Tavern?
Oh, don't worry,
we're very banned from there.
I thought we could actually eat here.
Eat? But we just got drive-through.
-Oh, uh, it's just my friends decided to--
Norma Khan, at your service.
And you must be the Guttmans.
Fingers! Their coats.
-Oh my!
-May I?
-Oh! What was that?
Ah, just a helping hand.
May I introduce our company
for this evening's activities.
You, of course, all know Pugsley.
Mm, charmed.
And our chef who quite literally
trained in Hell's Kitchen.
'Sup.
Nice to meet you all.
And she is a demon?
Is that an okay thing to say?
I prefer Courtney,
but whatever, meat sack.
Ha, ha, ha! What wonderful banter.
Okay.
Let's save the spirited debates
for the cheese course, shall we?
Yeah, speaking of which,
I gotta get back to the kitchen thing.
Norma? What's up with your voice?
Oh, Barney. I'm just being droll.
-Do you even know what droll means?
Sorry I'm late. The petting zoo escaped
into the hedge maze--
-Presenting Mr. Logan Nguyen…
…Chief Health and Safety Officer
for the Phoenix Parks Group.
Your coat, sir?
I haven't got a coat--
I wasn't wearing a coat,
that's my shirt!
Oh yes, I do apologize.
-That'll be all, Fingers.
-Nice to meet you, Logan.
It's nice to meet you too, sir.
You can call me Logs.
Huh. Nice to meet you, Logs.
Formally greeting your guests? Check.
Now onto icebreakers.
Norma, it's okay.
We're breaking the ice already.
Firstly, ask your guest:
If you could go anywhere in the world
right now, where would it be?
Hmm.
Mom? Dad? Logs?
Hmm?
Hmm…
Whoa! This isn't so bad.
Whoa!
Logs! Logs!
Stand here please! Logs!
-There we go!
Logs? Mom? Dad? Where did you go?
Mom?
Stop taking pictures of my butt!
Stop taking pictures of my butt!
Well, that didn't work.
Okay. Oh, here's another one.
Who would be your dream
dinner party guest, living or dead?
-Um…
-Hmm…
Oh, hey, girlfriend. What's the tea?
Shakespeare?
That's my name.
Don't wear-eth it out.
Hey, Rox, look, it's Shakesp… Wait, what?
Rodrigo! From Steamy Shores?
Of course. Tell me, mi alma.
Is this massage,
as you say, hitting the spot?
Hey, sonny, get your hands off my wife!
Ooh! Trouble in paradiso.
I liveth for drama! OMG.
-Hey, Barney.
-Logs?
Of course you'd be my dream guest.
Logs! You're my dream guest. Who's yours?
Internet sensation Angsty Alfie,
the blue-crested parrot!
Nobody understands me.,
He's so relatable.
Huh. He reminds me of someone.
No, he doesn't.
Get it off, get it off!
Hey, don't hurt my skull-antula.
It's one of the rarest demons of all,
and my dream dinner party guest.
Aren't you, little guy?
You're so rare, aren't you?
-Ah!
Where are the drinks around here?
I'm more parched than a sack of parchment.
Get it?
I'm a comedy writer, too, BT dubs.
Honey, should, uh, we be going?
Ah, just five more minutes.
Oh! The book!
You know what, that saloon
isn't such a bad idea after all.
I will follow you
to the ends of the earth.
No, no, no.
First rule of the perfect dinner party.
Never leave early. Stay till the very end.
-Huh?
You!
Make yourself at home.
-Well, if you insist.
-Honey, are you okay?
-That's enough!
No. More. Games!
-Dang, Pugsley.
Thou detestable moor!
Thou womb of death.
Oh, dang it, too early.
Ay, mi amor, I think the time has come
for me to go. Adiós.
He's shorter in real life,
don't you think?
Dinner's ready.
Well, at least
the weird part's over, right?
Uh…
You're saying that
before we eat Courtney's food?
Wow, this is actually beautiful.
Always bet on red.
Ah.
Ahem! Ladies, gentlemen, dogs.
Ooh!
M'lady.
M'gentleman.
Fellas.
Easy on the finesse, Courtney.
Okay, fine.
Hey!
Bon appétit, everyone.
Huh?
Sorry, Mom. That spoon is evil.
Uh, how about you try another?
Huh?
Enjoy your awkward dinner!
Is everything okay, Pugsley?
This is even better than drain water.
Mmm. This soup is delicious.
Oh, yes. I totally agree,
Mrs. Guttman, great soup!
Uh, thanks, I guess?
So, Logan, uh…
Oh, Logs, sorry, do you like sports?
Um, well, I have
the staff highest score at bowling.
It's, uh, it's right up my alley.
Because…
Alley.
But, but, but no, I mean, I'm not like
Mr. Wrestling Superstar over here,
but he's getting me into it.
Oh, yeah. I've been showing him
all of the best Wrestle Mayhems.
How exciting.
And what is it
you want to do with your life?
Saul.
Well, um, I'm currently
a Safety Officer at the Park.
Logs is going to be an actor.
Oh. Isn't that nice?
Oh, you know, it's just a silly old dream,
it's not like I have experience
or anything.
Why is he acting so weird?
He wasn't like that yesterday.
-Sorry?
-I didn't say anything.
What future has Barney got
with a theme park safety officer?
And acting? Oh, dear.
He's really not going places, is he?
-Mom?
-Yes, sweetheart?
Oh, great.
There will never be someone good enough.
-What did you say?
-I didn't say anything.
Ugh.
Dogs at the dinner table? So unhygienic.
Yes.
More, go on, keep going.
I can't believe it.
They washed my doggy bed.
I put a whole year's work into that stink.
Ugh. He makes so much
noise when he slurps. It's so loud.
I do not look like a croissant!
I wasn't talking
about your head.
-No one is ever good enough for you.
-Be more like Rodrigo!
…without you third wheeling!
-You eat like an animal!
-I am an animal!
-That voice.
-Evil! Evil laugh!
-Courtney!
The recipe. It's not from the book, is it?
Oh, yeah, sure, blame the demon.
She's shaped like a pastry. Why not!?
Hello again, you beautiful unique souls.
Ugh. Harmony.
-What's in this soup?
Only me!
You see, this recipe was my backup plan
in case I needed some R and R.
Rest and Resurrection.
-How?
-Same as last time.
You made us vulnerable with stupid games
and exposed our fears with hallucinations.
You see,
there is never more insecurity and doubt
than at a family dinner.
And this time, I'm not letting you
out of my sight, missy.
Your, "Oh, the real world
scares me" schtick last time
was so very special episode,
but you can't stop me now!
Huh?
I see your deepest,
most personal insecurities,
and they look delicious.
Mom! Dad! Let them go!
Why does so much of my life
involve being gripped by tentacles!?
-Help!
-Logs! No!
Okay, gang, you know the drill.
I love y'all, but I gotta go. Bye.
Uh-uh-uh.
It's bad manners leaving the table
before everyone is finished eating,
and I am just getting started.
Delicious! So boring.
Mmm.
So boring.
I'm so sorry.
If I didn't bring everyone together,
none of this would've happened!
Well, I for one,
am grateful for this little soirée.
You see, my book
had laid dormant for some time.
But I heard you.
So scared of this dinner party.
Scared to be a disappointment.
Scared to follow your dreams.
Oh, honey, you're riddled with fear.
I know. I'm sorry.
Oh, no, not you.
-Him.
-Logs?
Go on. Tell him how you truly feel.
It's true.
I may look confident because it's my job,
but I've been scared this whole time.
I mean, boyfriend's parents,
dinner parties,
I've never done
any of this stuff before, I just…
I just wanted to make
a good first impression.
Logs. I had no idea you felt like this.
Why didn't you tell me?
Huh?
I thought you wouldn't like me anymore.
What? That's crazy.
The fact that
you're going through all this
and still such a great guy,
it only makes me love you even more.
Really?
What? No! What's happening?
I'll tell you what's happening.
Once again, you thought you could
break us apart by exposing our feelings.
But all you did
was bring us closer together.
Ugh!
Ugh.
This is so sweet it's making me sick.
Logs, there was no need
to feel worried about meeting us.
We think you're a wonderful young man.
You feel like part of the family.
You can call me "Dad."
Dad, too soon.
Oh.
I don't mind looking like a croissant.
They're warm and delicious.
-Nope. No.
Ugh.
Oh, this dinner is ruined.
What have you done?
You were supposed to be an anxious wreck.
I was keeping all that fear
bottled up inside,
but with your help
I was able to let it go.
So I just wanted to say…
-…from the bottom of my heart…
Don't say it!
…thank you!
The positivity, it's too much.
Anyone for dessert?
No!
Is every day like this here?
Unfortunately.
And you're okay with that?
Unfortunately.
Well, then I think
you're perfect for each other.
But maybe next time, we'll host.
-My first demon slaying.
Pretty cool, right? How did I do?
You did amazing.
I just wish I could have pulled off
some more of my wrestling techniques
and actually helped,
and while fighting demons is a lot of fun…
I don't want you getting hurt.
I'm first aid qualified.
I'll be all right.
It's not that.
I just keep thinking,
how long can we really do this for?
Well, this is just your summer job, right?
Yeah. And summer has to end.
Begone, foul demon.
-You missed him.
-Hmm?
-I summoned you hours ago.
Mm. I need to work on my timing.
I assume the humans
solved the problem once again?
Barely. I-I thought the blue one
might have showed some promise
at his little wrestling party,
but he's a lost cause.
I need to accelerate the dog's tutelage.
He still has a lot to learn.