(upbeat March plays)
* good morning, usa! *
* I got a feeling that it's gonna be a wonderful day *
* the sun in the sky has a smile on his face *
* and he's shining a salute to the american race *
* oh, boy, it's swell to say *
* good morning, usa *
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And toyota. Moving forward.
Nice! The mobile lab's back from the garage.
I see they didn't put on
The semi-erotic mudflaps I suggested.
Can we get on with this?
Yes, of course.
Now, once you're in the brain of bin laden's cat,
Code name buffy, you're to find out
If she's overheard any terrorist intel,
Then ask her why she tries to scratch me when I pet her.
Does she hate me?
I do everything for her.
You know, ray, this is highly experimental.
There's no guarantee you'll come out alive.
What do I care?
My kids are out of the house. My wife left me.
Very good. Just sign right here.
Ray, you had a wife?
I always thought...
I don't know what I thought.
I never think about you.
Anyway, director bullock, I have to take off early today.
My kids are leaving for the summer.
Uh-oh. This is how it starts.
Ruth and I were happily married for 25 years,
But when the kids left for college,
We sat down to dinner one night and boom!
She realized how boring I was.
I'm not worried about that.
Francine will never leave me.
Oh, yeah?
Without your kids, you got no buffer.
And you're more boring than I am!
It's true. No one wants to eat lunch with you.
Well, even if I am boring,
Francine will never find out.
I've got an ace in the hole.
All right, ray,
You're going into the cat's mind
In three, two...
(zapping)
He's safely in.
Good.
(blows raspberry)
Anybody else care for a go?
It's super fun.
Have fun at camp, honey.
If anyone needs me, I'll be living in a tree,
Protesting logging.
No one needs you.
I can't believe my babies are leaving for the whole summer.
(smooching)
Hit it, hit, it, hit it!
(tires squealing)
And don't write. Whoo-hoo-hoo!
For the first time in 18 years,
We have the whole house to ourselves!
Just you and me getting to know each other all over again.
That sounds great, francine.
But I think you're forgetting about...
(explosion booming)
...The madman we hide in the attic.
He requires our constant attention.
Sorry, honey. No alone time for us.
Phew. I had to get out of there.
It really smelled.
I threw up in the shower, and it didn't go down the drain,
And now the tub's overflowing, and I want some iced tea,
And I know you know I want it now!
Come on, come on. Come on, come on, come on.
(groans) damn it!
Hey, f-bombs.
Roger, I see you're busy, but I was thinking it's time
I teach you how to do some stuff on your own.
The laundry, cleaning, making your own iced tea...
(plays pitch pipe)
(sings in tune): * no. *
We can make a game of it.
I'm going to be colton lansington,
A renegade space cop who struggles
To keep his bipolar disorder in check.
Okay, colton.
You just had a busy space day
And now you'd like to cool down
With some intergalactic iced tea.
Now, you take two scoops of powder...
Colton doesn't take orders from nobody!
I'm off my meds!
Well, lookie, lookie.
Seems we've got ourselves a cabin of bunk-boobs next door.
I'm gonna freshen up, then make with the introducies.
You're just gonna walk right up to those girls?
Snotters, this is camp.
We left our reputations as nerds back home.
It's a chance to reinvent ourselves.
(in deeper voice): Hey there. Name's joss.
I'm a tennis player from vegas.
But most people know me for my niçoise salad.
(in deep voice): I'm leo.
I like making love with the lights on.
Boy: Geeks!
Get 'em!
Aye! Aye! Aye! Aye! Yah!
You know how you're always making a mess
And I have to clean it up?
Well, this invention... Roger?
Checkin' out my pow-pow.
Continue.
What up, dink?
Cleaning up after roger again?
Did he have another ticker-tape parade
Because the deli finally named a sandwich after him?
Actually, stan, I'm teaching roger to be self-sufficient,
So we can finally have our alone time.
Great.
Now, there are three settings.
(booming) (booming)
Roger on a hard roll!
I got problems, fish.
Francine wants to spend the summer alone,
Just the two of us.
Yeah! You are going to be sexing!
No, you don't get it.
Francine and I haven't been alone together in 18 years.
What if she thinks I'm boring and leaves me?
I knew the kids couldn't be my buffer forever,
But roger was my ace in the hole.
If he learns how to take care of himself,
It'll just be me and francine.
That's why you're stressed?
(laughing)
Stan, it's roger. He can't do anything on his own.
You'll never have to worry about being alone with francine.
(laughing)
(both laughing)
You're right. What am I thinking?
Roger's an idiot.
He can't take care of himself.
He's like a baby. Or africa!
(both laughing)
That was good. That was good.
I don't believe it.
We're here two minutes and already we're branded as nerds.
I can't even wear my new sandals now!
No one's gonna buy it!
Oh, face it, steve.
No matter where we go, we're just gonna be...
Losers.
But how'd they figure it out so fast?
What do these guys got that we don't?
Oh, my god, that's it.
Boxer shorts!
Fellas, if we want to be cool,
We've got to shed these whities of tight,
And get ourselves some of those.
Stan, I have a surprise for you!
You know how I've been training roger
To be more self-sufficient?
Well, guess what he did this afternoon?
He moved out!
We're finally alone.
No kids, no alien, just you and me.
Oh, and more good news!
The cable's out and I just got my period,
So there's nothing to do but talk and talk and talk.
(whistling) roger?
(whistling) come here, boy!
Stan, he's not here. He got his own place.
Now, let's go inside and talk.
We can't! We have to go visit roger.
I got him a housewarming gift.
This is not from the both of us.
Stan! Francine!
Buenas noches. Welcome to mi casa.
Oh, you're learning spanish?
You got to in this neighborhood,
If you wanna read the mcdonald's billboards.
This is for you.
All right.
Well, why don't I give you the tour?
This room is the kitchen slash bedroom slash living room
Slash dance studio.
(groaning)
My hammies.
It's wonderful, roger.
How are you paying for this?
I got a job at colonial pet store.
You? Working?
Francine, pour yourself a drink.
Stan and I need to talk.
I heard what you said.
That I couldn't do anything on my own.
Well, look around, jerk. It's all mine.
And I'll have you know that I've only called 911 once today,
Because some cholos broke in.
They stole my swimming jeans.
Roger, look, I'm sorry you heard what I said.
Please, just move back home.
You miss me, huh?
Miss my dana carvey impersonations?
Well, it's too late, stan.
I'm self-sufficient now.
Get used to it.
I don't want my rug to smell like smoke.
I'm so proud of you, roger.
Yeah, you know, they say if a domestic pig escapes
Into the wild, it will instinctively grow tusks.
Who says that?
Your mother.
Stan, let's go home.
Roger has a lot of unpacking to do.
No! I mean, uh, I'm sure roger wants us to stay for dinner.
That is, unless he's incapable of making a meal.
(laughing)
Oh, stan.
I've got a freezer full of shu mai from trader joes.
And for dessert, a huge-ass box of chocodiles.
I hid them in the fridge for when the cholos come back.
And they will be back.
I gave the biggest one a key.
Wow. We're finally alone together.
Tell me something fascinating about you.
Uh...
My god, I never realized how boring you are.
I'm leaving you.
You're going to die alone.
(screaming)
What's happening?
You fell asleep at roger's
After you asked him to count to a million.
We couldn't wake you up, so I carried you to the car.
Ugh, I ate two boxes of shu mai.
I got the pork sweats.
All right. I'll be up in a minute.
(burps)
I'm gross.
We were wrong, fish!
Roger's moved out and he's completely independent.
What am I gonna do?
Ask him to come back.
Yeah...
I'll force him back.
I'll poison roger and he'll be too sick
To take care of himself.
Then he'll have to come crawling home.
What?!
All I have to do is keep him
Weak and needy until the kids come back.
You monster. I'll tell on you!
What am I doing?
No!
Roger, what are you doing here?
Stan invited me for dinner.
He misses me.
Oh, I brought you this. Tag. You're it.
Stan, you miss roger. That's so sweet.
You and I can have alone time tomorrow.
(laughing)
Yes.
To roger's independence. (clinking)
Oh, I feel awful.
Roger, you should sleep here tonight.
You're too sick to go home.
But I have to study my adult dog food manual.
(moaning)
Now, we just go in and tell them we want men's boxer shorts.
I see you gents are interested in buying some underwear.
We want to get some boxer shorts like the cool kids have.
Sure, you can be followers.
Try and play catch up to the trends...
Or you could set them.
Name's mr. Clyde timpleton.
Can I buy you boys some lunch?
(deep voice): I never turn down lunch.
Or a big-ass bitch.
You guys really want to spin heads
At that camp of yours, you wear these...
Culottes.
Culottes? I don't know.
These will make you superstars.
The cool kids will carry you through the streets.
Women will go hysterical.
Ooh, the stitching is wonderful.
You, sir, have made a sale!
Good, good.
Here. These are thank-you notes from your nads.
Ray, I read your report from your time spent
Inside buffy's brain.
Very comprehensive, well done.
Buffy, I understand you think I smell "weird,"
But I believe it was my body wash,
Which I've changed, so now you should love me.
Now where will you sleep, you ice queen?!
You think you're better than me?!
You're not better than me!
You're going to learn a hard, hard lesson.
(phone rings)
Hello?
How about we go out to fondue tonight?
You and me and a nice dinner
Rolling right into cramps and diarrhea?
What about roger?
He's feeling better.
He's even working his afternoon shift,
So we're free.
So, ray, uh, how is it being single?
Eh, not so bad.
Is this food appropriate for a small dog?
Oh, ma'am, I'm not qualified to answer that.
See, I only have one mouse on my name tag,
Which means I do stocking, lifting and the like.
You need to talk to someone with at least one dog.
See, it goes one mouse, two mouse, one bird, two bird,
Then one dog, then two dog.
I hear there's a guy up in portland with three dogs,
But I think that's just an office rumor.
Wouldn't it be something if it was true, though?
Hey, roger! What's going on?
Not much. Just boring myself and this old broad.
What's up?
Francine told me you went to work,
So I thought I'd bring you a juice
To keep your immune system up.
Mm, isn't that nice of you...?
(groaning) who will feed the chinchillas?
(shivering)
You're too sick.
We're getting you out of that apartment
And bringing you back home.
You're freezing!
I'll get you some blankets.
Looks like you're here to stay, roger.
This calls for a celebration.
Frannie, will you make me some iced tea?
Stan?
Anybody?
No, you know what?
I can do it myself.
(humming "the can-can song")
(francine screams)
(roger blubbering)
Oh, my god, stan!
Oh, he's doing his heath ledger impression.
Too soon, roger, too soon.
How's he doing?
He seems to be stabilized,
But he's not coming out of the coma.
I guess there's nothing we can do except wait.
Just the two of us.
Oh, fyi, the cable repairman canceled on me,
And I'm having one of my famous ten-day periods.
I have an idea!
You're sure you know what you're doing?
Roger's in a coma.
All I have to do is use this device
To go into his brain, find him in his unconscious,
And bring him over to the conscious side.
Don't worry, francine,
We do it all the time with cats.
All right, turn it on.
(whooshing hum)
It worked. I'm in roger's mind.
Now to find him.
(thunder crashing)
Hello, pretty bird.
(screeching)
(screams)
Oh, stan, I hope you don't get lost in there.
What if you die? (gasps)
I left my soda in the freezer.
Francine! Let's do some shots!
Klaus?! What are you doing in here?
Stan put me in here two days ago.
The only reason I didn't freeze to death is
I filled my bowl with that bottle of vodka.
Why'd he put you in the freezer?
Oh, I'll tell you why. He... (vomits)
Hey, chocodile, watch where you're going.
Oh, hell no. (roars)
(grunting)
(glass clanks)
(air hisses)
Buh-bye.
(sighs)
Francine: You bastard!
(gasps) francine?!
Francine, what are you...?
Klaus told me you've been poisoning roger
Just because you don't want to spend time alone with me!
Um...
Forget it, stan! I'm gonna get roger out,
And then when we get home,
You can have all the alone time you want
Because I'm not gonna be there!
Francine, wait!
It's dangerous in here.
Francine!
(anguished groaning)
Who are you?
(high-pitched, weak voice): Roger's conscience.
Oh, my god, you're dying of neglect!
Kill... Me!
(groaning)
Tom skerritt?!
(weakly): Get me work.
Oh, my, is it time to change already?
Yep, time to peel outta these old dungarees.
Steve: You boys ready
For that swim test today, or what?
(boys yelling)
Look at us, fellas! The underwear works!
Just like clyde said it would!
Put 'em in the girls' cabin!
They're so impressed,
They're bringing us straight to their women!
(screams)
(all scream)
If only we could thank
That magical mystery underwear salesman.
Oh, I don't think we've seen the last of him.
(train whistle blows)
(gasps) it's breathtaking.
(birds chirping)
The cherry blossoms, the rolling hills,
The three urkels grazing in the meadow.
(sign buzzing)
Francine!
No, no, I'll never tell anyone.
Your reputation is safe with me.
Hey, fellas, I nailed her!
It was so easy!
(creature bellows, sobs)
I am vicki: Voice input child identicant.
What are tears?
Next!
(horn blares)
Learn how to drive, you bitch!
Relax, mc raw g. Let it go.
Are you kidding? Nobody cuts off biggie smalls!
(tires screeching)
Hey, jackass, you want some of this?!
(gun hammer cocks)
(gunshots)
(tires squeal away)
He said he made this for me.
Stan: No, you don't get it.
Francine and I haven't been alone together in 18 years.
What if she thinks I'm boring and leaves me?
Is that true?
Is that why you were afraid to be alone with me?
Because you thought I'd be bored with you?
(sheepishly): Well, yeah.
Stan, you might not be interesting,
But you're definitely not boring.
I mean, the kids have only been gone for two days,
And look at us, we're inside an alien's brain.
So, you're not gonna sit down to dinner
And realize you don't wanna be with me anymore?
No, honey. I know who you are.
And I love you.
Both: Mm...
Come on. Let's go get roger.
No, francine. He needs a prince.
(frantic moaning)
(spits) what the hell are you doing?!
Me? You're the one making a move.
I was just napping on this pedestal
In the perfect light in my most prettiest dress.
Roger, you're in a coma.
We're in your brain to help you wake up and bring you home.
Home?
You mean... Your home?
That's right.
Oh, thank god! I hated my apartment.
I don't know if you noticed, but it didn't have a bathroom.
I won't be getting that security deposit back.
Hey, guess who I had lunch with today.
Tom skerritt.
Oh, that's interesting.
Oh, yeah. I guess it is.
Buh-bye!