The Healing Powers of Dude (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Buried Treasure - full transcript
Did you know a Sikorsky S-76 helicopter
goes 178 miles per hour?
Why would I know that?
Awful.
And that it has twin turbo-shaft engines,
four-bladed rotors,
and retractable landing gear?
- Babe, what are you doing right now?
- I'm prepping for your rich gallery owner.
Once I learn about helicopters,
I'm moving on to yachts.
Charles is not coming to discuss
his helicopters with you.
- He has more than one?
- He's coming to look at your statue.
So just relax, okay?
I have it all taken care of.
- We don't want to give him a heart attack.
- Trust me, the man loves meat.
That makes two of us.
Please drop one. Please drop one.
And I am busting out--
the good plates.
The good plates?
No pressure.
Everything makes you look sickly.
So what's the end game here? This rich guy
puts Dad's statue in his gallery?
- If he likes it.
- When he likes it.
I got invited to a Halloween party.
Wait. I already knew that.
If this is gonna be old-news exposition,
I'm going outside.
- Whose party?
- Are they responsible?
Are they cool?
Are they responsible?
It's just this girl Valerie from school.
Don't need to make a big deal about it.
I'm not even sure I'm gonna go.
You have to go.
I've been trying to score an invite
to one of Valerie Stevens' parties
for years.
- You're nine.
- Your point?
Goodbye, Embry.
I'm not kidding.
You better go to that party
and make a good impression.
So, we meet again, ball.
It's gonna be like that?
Watch out.
Gotcha.
I'm just gonna take my ball
and, get out of here.
Dude?
What did you do?
Before you get too upset,
the ball was talking some major smack.
The gallery owner's coming today
to see the statue.
This is the biggest moment
of my dad's career.
Okay, here's what we do.
Create a time machine,
then use it to make sure
that balls were never invented.
It'll be just like Back to the Future.
- Just don't kiss your mom.
- Noah!
Your weird friends are here!
Maybe Simon and Amara
will know what to do.
Okay, so we're not doing the time machine.
Simon, for the hundredth time,
I forgive you.
I get to be the leader of the musical.
It all worked out.
Okay, good.
And if you happen to see
some skywriting later that says,
"I'm sorry, Amara,"
it's totally for somebody else.
Amara forgives me.
Don't push it. Hey, Noah.
Guys, I need your help
with something major
before my parents find out.
Way to go, Dude.
Like you've never broken
a statue before.
It was an accident, but we have
to fix it fast. Simon, help me out.
Noah, don't stress.
I'm sure there's glue in here somewhere.
It's all gonna be okay.
And while you look for glue,
I'll look for snacks.
What? I'm a growing boy.
Wait. Where's the broken piece?
It should be right here.
No, no, no, no. This can't be happening.
If we can't find the piece, then...
Then what?
You call this art? Good day.
Aah. My career is over.
This is all the fault of Dude!
To the pound with you!
- I'm leaving you, Marvin.
- What?
I could never be married
to a failed artist.
I have to support the family now,
so I've got a job at...
Waffle House.
None of that stuff
is gonna happen...
but more importantly...
What is that?
It looks like some kind of gemstone.
That's right, and there's only
one dog in this neighborhood
who would wear something so tacky.
Look!
That dog next door
must've taken the broken statue piece.
Yeah, but where is it?
She probably buried in her yard.
Because all dogs like to bury stuff.
A little stereotypical.
That reminds me.
I need to unbury Marvin's keys.
As if I wasn't already stressed enough
about Valerie's party,
- now I have to deal with this?
- Hold up.
Are you telling me that you, Noah Ferris,
got an invitation to the most epic
Halloween party on the planet?
- Yes.
- My God.
Valerie invited you to her house?
That's awesome.
She actually invited... all of us.
My vision board is coming true.
- I'm calm now.
- Okay, we don't have time for this.
One of you needs to dig
through the backyard with Dude.
Can't do that.
And the other has to come with me
to distract the neighbor
by knocking on their door
and talking to them nonstop.
Hand me the shovel.
What's going on?
Well, we were just gardening?
For a school science project.
- Michelle Obama says kids should--
- Save it.
You broke the statue?
The gallery owner's on his way.
You want me to stall?
- Yes, please.
- Okay.
Fix this mess quick. I don't want Dad
grounding you from the party.
Aw, she does care.
It might be the only one
that you ever get invited to.
And she's back.
Do we really
want to go to Valerie's party?
I mean, I feel like we're too old
for Halloween.
With my baby face?
I'm gonna be raking in the Reese's
well into my 30s.
Lovely image, but I still say we skip it.
Steps.
Awesome.
Don't worry. I'll carry you.
Simon, my chair weighs over 400 pounds.
Almost there.
Just go ring the doorbell.
Thank God.
So we're clear on the plan?
Clear as milk.
Good.
Wait. Milk isn't clear.
Yes?
- Hello, ma'am. We are here--
- To talk to you about killing the seals.
Saving the seals.
Saving the seals.
That was close.
This is it.
I'm about to go from law-abiding citizen
to full-blown criminal.
Sneaking into a yard
isn't exactly Breaking Bad.
Just have to rip off the Band-Aid.
I'm officially trespassing.
It gets easier the more you do it.
Serves him right
for constantly getting me dirty.
Water.
Honestly, I can't remember ever doing
anything intentionally wrong.
Except for this one time
when I ordered a medium fry,
and they accidentally gave me a large fry.
I said nothing.
I can't even look at fries now.
We shouldn't be here. I-I can't be here!
This is too dangerous.
What is wrong with that guy's face?
Start digging.
Don't worry, Noah.
I'll take care of this big bag of bones.
Thanks, Dude.
We got to find that piece quick.
- It's going to be great.
- You're right. You're right. Okay.
No. I should've parked my car
down the block,
because the guy with the helicopter's
gonna scoff at my Subaru.
Where's my keys?
What's up?
I'm so sorry.
We've already donated
to "Saving the Seals."
That-- That's cool and all,
but I'm from Charles Atwood's gallery.
Wait. Charles isn't coming?
Nah, nah. See,
he owns the gallery. I run it.
I'm the BMOC. Logan McGrath. Heh.
- Come on in.
- All right, cool. Yeah, thanks.
Okay, you stall while I look up
what BMOC means, okay?
Man, I am stoked to check this statue out.
My hot new gallery
is thirsty for some abstract goodness.
Although, full disclose.
My brain thoughts
are honest and unfiltered.
I hope you're prepared
to have your brain thoughts blown away.
We can head to the statue now,
if you want.
Who wants folded meat?
- Who's this guy?
- This is Logan.
He runs Charles' gallery.
Hate to tell you this, but...
I only eat fish. I'm a pescetarian.
No worries.
We can just take off the meat.
Good. It's on the floor.
Actually, the meat
has already touched everything,
so I won't be able to eat any of that.
- It's all falling apart.
- I'm not down with cruelty to animals.
Fish are animals.
Well, what do you want me to do,
like, not eat sushi?
- Ben Stiller's a pescetarian.
- Weren't we just heading to the statue?
Who wants carrots and tuna?
Nothing.
- You got anything, Dude?
- I got something. I got something.
I got...
a dirty corndog.
Looks like Grumpy Pants
also enjoys meat on a stick.
Valerie messaged me?
Slid into your DMs.
Bold. Just like
the bold flavor of this corndog.
"Forgot to mention that you can
totally bring Dude to my party."
Hope he wears a cute costume?
I'm cute in anything.
Maybe
I shouldn't have eaten that corndog.
I think I'm gonna be sick.
Jinx!
Right. You can't hear me.
I think he's had enough.
Logan, you know who else
wears bomber jackets?
Michael Douglas in Basic Instinct.
- What?
- How did you get your phone back?
It's your phone.
Can we go see the statue now?
I just got word that Shia LaBeouf
is doing an experimental puppet show
at a laundromat.
Of course we can.
You can't see the statue.
Until you've heard about my dad's
pilgrimage to artistic greatness.
Greatness? Wow.
That means a lot, sweetie.
But the Shia puppet show.
Yeah, those never start on time.
How would you know?
Sit!
Go ahead, Dad.
My teenage years.
Strap in. This is about to get dark.
So with your help,
little seals like Paco here
will be free to swim the open waters...
eat fish, go to Halloween parties.
Or seals like Paco
could enjoy a nice night at home
where they don't have to spend time
with annoying randos from school.
We still talking about Paco?
I think seals like Paco
would have a good time
if they open themselves up
to new experiences.
Well, I think seals like Paco
know that bobbing for apples
isn't something they're missing out on.
Do seals eat apples?
But seals deserve to experience
an epic Halloween party
at least once in their lives.
Otherwise,
how will they know what it's like
to win a costume contest
or find true love?
- Or win a costume contest.
- You already said that.
The point is...
Lori...
that Paco deserves
some life-changing
magical movie moments.
Don't you agree?
I don't even know
what's happening right now.
Thank you for whatever this was.
I have a singles mixer at the Marriott
to get ready for.
- What do we do?
- I don't know.
I don't want to let Noah down.
My uncle recently got a divorce.
And...
he's a plastic surgeon.
Why don't you tell me
a little bit more about Paco?
She wouldn't DM me
if she didn't really want me there, right?
For the millionth time, yes.
But if she really wants me there...
that means...
- that means...
- That she likes you.
...that she likes me.
But why would she like me?
You're kind, you have an awesome dog,
and you're super-good at digging.
So let's find that statue piece.
Simon just texted
that they can't stall much longer.
We've run out of spots to dig.
We should just give up.
No. There's still plenty more.
What's that?
Nah, I just buried that.
I need water.
Good. Ugly-face guy brought friends.
Time's up, laddie.
If you can't find the treasure, treasure,
then you're of no use to us, to us.
Don't listen to him, Noah.
It's all over. My dad's career's ruined,
Embry has to work at Waffle House,
and Dude's off to the pound.
But I've gotten so accustomed
to this upper-middle-class lifestyle.
Hold tight, Noah.
Not today, mutt.
Drop it.
No. Noah needs this.
And I'm not... going back... to the pound.
The pound?
Well, I was sent to the pound once.
You?
It was so cold, and the food...
it was non-organic.
It was the worst 20 minutes of my life.
You poor thing.
Take it before I change my mind.
Right. Thanks.
I'm coming, Noah.
You found it.
Let's go save Embry from Waffle House.
[runway music playing
Hey, kiddo. I-I really love the romper,
but what does this have to do with my art?
Dad, as your daughter,
my designs
are a reflection of your talent.
I only slay 'cause you slay.
Ach, Shia's using dryer sheets
as puppets.
That's... next level.
Just 12 more outfits.
Embry, can I speak with you?
Now.
Look, bro. If there's no statue,
can you just level with me, please?
I can't get catfished again.
What is going on with you?
Dad's statue is broken,
so I'm stalling till Noah can fix it.
Embry just texted me.
She's running out of rompers.
- Whatever that means.
- We gotta move.
You get the super glue.
I'll get the snacks.
Snacks again?
What? I'm a growing boy!
Found glue.
Found chips.
Oof. Veggie straws?
Why bother?
Whatever.
All right, glue that baby on.
It's not sticking.
Aah. This isn't gonna work.
Man.
I'm so done for.
Don't worry, Dude. I'll take the blame.
You'd do that? For me?
But what if you get grounded?
You won't be able to go to the party.
Wait. You want to go to the party now?
Like you said...
magical movie moments.
Everybody step back.
It's Turbo time.
Ready? Okay, I've got this.
All righty.
I think-I think-I think I got it.
What? What did he do?
Are you sure you don't want to see
more fashion show?
I was stabbing out there.
Slaying.
Never mind.
No. The only thing he wants to see
is my statue.
So, Simon,
could you just scoot yourself...
that way?
Okay.
What's the deal with the bag of chips?
Well, Logan, it's--
Yes, clearly it's a...
- um...
- It's a metaphor.
Right.
For people's dependency on snack foods.
It also speaks to the hypocrisy
of veggie straws
masquerading as a healthy snack
when they're essentially
just potato chips shaped weird.
Okay, I don't know what happened here,
but this bag
isn't part of my statue, okay?
Wow, it's really on here. Okay.
Simon. May I?
Thank you.
It was supposed to look like this.
It represents this point in your life
where you need to...
let go of the past and...
throw yourself into the future.
Bro...
that was incredible.
I felt it right here.
Guys... Shia just took a nap
in a warm pile of laundry.
So I got to bounce,
but I will be in touch.
We are so gonna sell this thing
for hella hundos.
Peace! Peace!
Art! Heh heh.
Nobody saw that coming.
You did it.
Whoo-hoo! We did it!
Dad, I'm really sorry. It was an accident.
We were trying to fix the statue
- and the glue wouldn't--
- It's okay.
I'm not mad...
now that he wants the statue.
But in the future,
just tell the truth, okay?
Well, let's go inside and celebrate
by consuming all that floor meat.
Yeah!
Thanks for having my back.
I just want to let you know
that I've decided to give up balls.
It's a slippery slope.
Well, despite Simon's best efforts
to mess everything up,
- it all worked out.
- I'm trying to keep things interesting.
Well, I don't know what I would've done
without you guys.
- We always got your back, Noah.
- Thanks.
So... did you hear?
Amara's down to go to the party.
I know. I'm just not sure.
This party is the perfect setting for me
to tell Amara that I like her.
And if you don't go, then I can't go.
You gotta do this for me, man.
Please, please, please, please--
Okay, I'll go. Just stand up.
Sweet.
Thanks, man.
You reek of veggie straws.
My yard!
goes 178 miles per hour?
Why would I know that?
Awful.
And that it has twin turbo-shaft engines,
four-bladed rotors,
and retractable landing gear?
- Babe, what are you doing right now?
- I'm prepping for your rich gallery owner.
Once I learn about helicopters,
I'm moving on to yachts.
Charles is not coming to discuss
his helicopters with you.
- He has more than one?
- He's coming to look at your statue.
So just relax, okay?
I have it all taken care of.
- We don't want to give him a heart attack.
- Trust me, the man loves meat.
That makes two of us.
Please drop one. Please drop one.
And I am busting out--
the good plates.
The good plates?
No pressure.
Everything makes you look sickly.
So what's the end game here? This rich guy
puts Dad's statue in his gallery?
- If he likes it.
- When he likes it.
I got invited to a Halloween party.
Wait. I already knew that.
If this is gonna be old-news exposition,
I'm going outside.
- Whose party?
- Are they responsible?
Are they cool?
Are they responsible?
It's just this girl Valerie from school.
Don't need to make a big deal about it.
I'm not even sure I'm gonna go.
You have to go.
I've been trying to score an invite
to one of Valerie Stevens' parties
for years.
- You're nine.
- Your point?
Goodbye, Embry.
I'm not kidding.
You better go to that party
and make a good impression.
So, we meet again, ball.
It's gonna be like that?
Watch out.
Gotcha.
I'm just gonna take my ball
and, get out of here.
Dude?
What did you do?
Before you get too upset,
the ball was talking some major smack.
The gallery owner's coming today
to see the statue.
This is the biggest moment
of my dad's career.
Okay, here's what we do.
Create a time machine,
then use it to make sure
that balls were never invented.
It'll be just like Back to the Future.
- Just don't kiss your mom.
- Noah!
Your weird friends are here!
Maybe Simon and Amara
will know what to do.
Okay, so we're not doing the time machine.
Simon, for the hundredth time,
I forgive you.
I get to be the leader of the musical.
It all worked out.
Okay, good.
And if you happen to see
some skywriting later that says,
"I'm sorry, Amara,"
it's totally for somebody else.
Amara forgives me.
Don't push it. Hey, Noah.
Guys, I need your help
with something major
before my parents find out.
Way to go, Dude.
Like you've never broken
a statue before.
It was an accident, but we have
to fix it fast. Simon, help me out.
Noah, don't stress.
I'm sure there's glue in here somewhere.
It's all gonna be okay.
And while you look for glue,
I'll look for snacks.
What? I'm a growing boy.
Wait. Where's the broken piece?
It should be right here.
No, no, no, no. This can't be happening.
If we can't find the piece, then...
Then what?
You call this art? Good day.
Aah. My career is over.
This is all the fault of Dude!
To the pound with you!
- I'm leaving you, Marvin.
- What?
I could never be married
to a failed artist.
I have to support the family now,
so I've got a job at...
Waffle House.
None of that stuff
is gonna happen...
but more importantly...
What is that?
It looks like some kind of gemstone.
That's right, and there's only
one dog in this neighborhood
who would wear something so tacky.
Look!
That dog next door
must've taken the broken statue piece.
Yeah, but where is it?
She probably buried in her yard.
Because all dogs like to bury stuff.
A little stereotypical.
That reminds me.
I need to unbury Marvin's keys.
As if I wasn't already stressed enough
about Valerie's party,
- now I have to deal with this?
- Hold up.
Are you telling me that you, Noah Ferris,
got an invitation to the most epic
Halloween party on the planet?
- Yes.
- My God.
Valerie invited you to her house?
That's awesome.
She actually invited... all of us.
My vision board is coming true.
- I'm calm now.
- Okay, we don't have time for this.
One of you needs to dig
through the backyard with Dude.
Can't do that.
And the other has to come with me
to distract the neighbor
by knocking on their door
and talking to them nonstop.
Hand me the shovel.
What's going on?
Well, we were just gardening?
For a school science project.
- Michelle Obama says kids should--
- Save it.
You broke the statue?
The gallery owner's on his way.
You want me to stall?
- Yes, please.
- Okay.
Fix this mess quick. I don't want Dad
grounding you from the party.
Aw, she does care.
It might be the only one
that you ever get invited to.
And she's back.
Do we really
want to go to Valerie's party?
I mean, I feel like we're too old
for Halloween.
With my baby face?
I'm gonna be raking in the Reese's
well into my 30s.
Lovely image, but I still say we skip it.
Steps.
Awesome.
Don't worry. I'll carry you.
Simon, my chair weighs over 400 pounds.
Almost there.
Just go ring the doorbell.
Thank God.
So we're clear on the plan?
Clear as milk.
Good.
Wait. Milk isn't clear.
Yes?
- Hello, ma'am. We are here--
- To talk to you about killing the seals.
Saving the seals.
Saving the seals.
That was close.
This is it.
I'm about to go from law-abiding citizen
to full-blown criminal.
Sneaking into a yard
isn't exactly Breaking Bad.
Just have to rip off the Band-Aid.
I'm officially trespassing.
It gets easier the more you do it.
Serves him right
for constantly getting me dirty.
Water.
Honestly, I can't remember ever doing
anything intentionally wrong.
Except for this one time
when I ordered a medium fry,
and they accidentally gave me a large fry.
I said nothing.
I can't even look at fries now.
We shouldn't be here. I-I can't be here!
This is too dangerous.
What is wrong with that guy's face?
Start digging.
Don't worry, Noah.
I'll take care of this big bag of bones.
Thanks, Dude.
We got to find that piece quick.
- It's going to be great.
- You're right. You're right. Okay.
No. I should've parked my car
down the block,
because the guy with the helicopter's
gonna scoff at my Subaru.
Where's my keys?
What's up?
I'm so sorry.
We've already donated
to "Saving the Seals."
That-- That's cool and all,
but I'm from Charles Atwood's gallery.
Wait. Charles isn't coming?
Nah, nah. See,
he owns the gallery. I run it.
I'm the BMOC. Logan McGrath. Heh.
- Come on in.
- All right, cool. Yeah, thanks.
Okay, you stall while I look up
what BMOC means, okay?
Man, I am stoked to check this statue out.
My hot new gallery
is thirsty for some abstract goodness.
Although, full disclose.
My brain thoughts
are honest and unfiltered.
I hope you're prepared
to have your brain thoughts blown away.
We can head to the statue now,
if you want.
Who wants folded meat?
- Who's this guy?
- This is Logan.
He runs Charles' gallery.
Hate to tell you this, but...
I only eat fish. I'm a pescetarian.
No worries.
We can just take off the meat.
Good. It's on the floor.
Actually, the meat
has already touched everything,
so I won't be able to eat any of that.
- It's all falling apart.
- I'm not down with cruelty to animals.
Fish are animals.
Well, what do you want me to do,
like, not eat sushi?
- Ben Stiller's a pescetarian.
- Weren't we just heading to the statue?
Who wants carrots and tuna?
Nothing.
- You got anything, Dude?
- I got something. I got something.
I got...
a dirty corndog.
Looks like Grumpy Pants
also enjoys meat on a stick.
Valerie messaged me?
Slid into your DMs.
Bold. Just like
the bold flavor of this corndog.
"Forgot to mention that you can
totally bring Dude to my party."
Hope he wears a cute costume?
I'm cute in anything.
Maybe
I shouldn't have eaten that corndog.
I think I'm gonna be sick.
Jinx!
Right. You can't hear me.
I think he's had enough.
Logan, you know who else
wears bomber jackets?
Michael Douglas in Basic Instinct.
- What?
- How did you get your phone back?
It's your phone.
Can we go see the statue now?
I just got word that Shia LaBeouf
is doing an experimental puppet show
at a laundromat.
Of course we can.
You can't see the statue.
Until you've heard about my dad's
pilgrimage to artistic greatness.
Greatness? Wow.
That means a lot, sweetie.
But the Shia puppet show.
Yeah, those never start on time.
How would you know?
Sit!
Go ahead, Dad.
My teenage years.
Strap in. This is about to get dark.
So with your help,
little seals like Paco here
will be free to swim the open waters...
eat fish, go to Halloween parties.
Or seals like Paco
could enjoy a nice night at home
where they don't have to spend time
with annoying randos from school.
We still talking about Paco?
I think seals like Paco
would have a good time
if they open themselves up
to new experiences.
Well, I think seals like Paco
know that bobbing for apples
isn't something they're missing out on.
Do seals eat apples?
But seals deserve to experience
an epic Halloween party
at least once in their lives.
Otherwise,
how will they know what it's like
to win a costume contest
or find true love?
- Or win a costume contest.
- You already said that.
The point is...
Lori...
that Paco deserves
some life-changing
magical movie moments.
Don't you agree?
I don't even know
what's happening right now.
Thank you for whatever this was.
I have a singles mixer at the Marriott
to get ready for.
- What do we do?
- I don't know.
I don't want to let Noah down.
My uncle recently got a divorce.
And...
he's a plastic surgeon.
Why don't you tell me
a little bit more about Paco?
She wouldn't DM me
if she didn't really want me there, right?
For the millionth time, yes.
But if she really wants me there...
that means...
- that means...
- That she likes you.
...that she likes me.
But why would she like me?
You're kind, you have an awesome dog,
and you're super-good at digging.
So let's find that statue piece.
Simon just texted
that they can't stall much longer.
We've run out of spots to dig.
We should just give up.
No. There's still plenty more.
What's that?
Nah, I just buried that.
I need water.
Good. Ugly-face guy brought friends.
Time's up, laddie.
If you can't find the treasure, treasure,
then you're of no use to us, to us.
Don't listen to him, Noah.
It's all over. My dad's career's ruined,
Embry has to work at Waffle House,
and Dude's off to the pound.
But I've gotten so accustomed
to this upper-middle-class lifestyle.
Hold tight, Noah.
Not today, mutt.
Drop it.
No. Noah needs this.
And I'm not... going back... to the pound.
The pound?
Well, I was sent to the pound once.
You?
It was so cold, and the food...
it was non-organic.
It was the worst 20 minutes of my life.
You poor thing.
Take it before I change my mind.
Right. Thanks.
I'm coming, Noah.
You found it.
Let's go save Embry from Waffle House.
[runway music playing
Hey, kiddo. I-I really love the romper,
but what does this have to do with my art?
Dad, as your daughter,
my designs
are a reflection of your talent.
I only slay 'cause you slay.
Ach, Shia's using dryer sheets
as puppets.
That's... next level.
Just 12 more outfits.
Embry, can I speak with you?
Now.
Look, bro. If there's no statue,
can you just level with me, please?
I can't get catfished again.
What is going on with you?
Dad's statue is broken,
so I'm stalling till Noah can fix it.
Embry just texted me.
She's running out of rompers.
- Whatever that means.
- We gotta move.
You get the super glue.
I'll get the snacks.
Snacks again?
What? I'm a growing boy!
Found glue.
Found chips.
Oof. Veggie straws?
Why bother?
Whatever.
All right, glue that baby on.
It's not sticking.
Aah. This isn't gonna work.
Man.
I'm so done for.
Don't worry, Dude. I'll take the blame.
You'd do that? For me?
But what if you get grounded?
You won't be able to go to the party.
Wait. You want to go to the party now?
Like you said...
magical movie moments.
Everybody step back.
It's Turbo time.
Ready? Okay, I've got this.
All righty.
I think-I think-I think I got it.
What? What did he do?
Are you sure you don't want to see
more fashion show?
I was stabbing out there.
Slaying.
Never mind.
No. The only thing he wants to see
is my statue.
So, Simon,
could you just scoot yourself...
that way?
Okay.
What's the deal with the bag of chips?
Well, Logan, it's--
Yes, clearly it's a...
- um...
- It's a metaphor.
Right.
For people's dependency on snack foods.
It also speaks to the hypocrisy
of veggie straws
masquerading as a healthy snack
when they're essentially
just potato chips shaped weird.
Okay, I don't know what happened here,
but this bag
isn't part of my statue, okay?
Wow, it's really on here. Okay.
Simon. May I?
Thank you.
It was supposed to look like this.
It represents this point in your life
where you need to...
let go of the past and...
throw yourself into the future.
Bro...
that was incredible.
I felt it right here.
Guys... Shia just took a nap
in a warm pile of laundry.
So I got to bounce,
but I will be in touch.
We are so gonna sell this thing
for hella hundos.
Peace! Peace!
Art! Heh heh.
Nobody saw that coming.
You did it.
Whoo-hoo! We did it!
Dad, I'm really sorry. It was an accident.
We were trying to fix the statue
- and the glue wouldn't--
- It's okay.
I'm not mad...
now that he wants the statue.
But in the future,
just tell the truth, okay?
Well, let's go inside and celebrate
by consuming all that floor meat.
Yeah!
Thanks for having my back.
I just want to let you know
that I've decided to give up balls.
It's a slippery slope.
Well, despite Simon's best efforts
to mess everything up,
- it all worked out.
- I'm trying to keep things interesting.
Well, I don't know what I would've done
without you guys.
- We always got your back, Noah.
- Thanks.
So... did you hear?
Amara's down to go to the party.
I know. I'm just not sure.
This party is the perfect setting for me
to tell Amara that I like her.
And if you don't go, then I can't go.
You gotta do this for me, man.
Please, please, please, please--
Okay, I'll go. Just stand up.
Sweet.
Thanks, man.
You reek of veggie straws.
My yard!