TV-Serie: American Dad! - 14x5
Betrayed...
by my own daughter.
It's a free country.
You know I forbade anyone in this family from ever eating at O'Shanahan's again, ever since they cut me off in the middle of "All You Can Eat Wings" night.
It was for your own safety.
You vomited twice and were having severe heart palpitations.
I didn't feel full!
The point is, you broke a promise to your family.
Family always comes first, Haley.
I need something to soothe my jangled nerves.
Steve, how about you put a smile on your old man's face and do the "Backseat Shuffle"?
Aw, come on.
Get yourself out of that seat belt so you can really give those shoulders room to shimmy.
There we go.
♪ Sh-Sh-Shake shake shimmy a-slippin' and slidin' ♪ ♪ Oh, I just gotta get my groove on ♪ That's it now.
♪ When I'm in the backseat ridin' ♪ ♪ I shimmy to the left ♪ All right!
♪ I shimmy to the right!
♪ "Backseat Shuffle"!
♪ I'm rockin' the upholstery almost every single...
♪ How?!
How could we have let this happen?!
What's the big deal?
It's just some dumb old mural.
Wha...
Whoa.
I-I feel a little...
I feel a little woozy.
This mural has been a Langley Falls institution since 1982...
I'm just gonna...
rest my head on this bit of filth here on the concrete.
...depicting a pantheon of great Americans...
Abraham Lincoln, Ronald Reagan, Jesus, Nolan Ryan, Schneider from "One Day at a Time," in celebration of loyalty, integrity, and honesty...
three virtues that can be summed up in one simple word, "loyntegresty."
A trait you clearly don't have.
That's it...
At this very moment, one thing and one thing only matters...
this mural must be restored.
♪ 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.
♪ _ Don't you need to sign up to speak at the Town Council meeting?
Me?
No, I'm very well-known in this community.
Hey, it's that guy who pooped his pants at O'Shanahan's!
Fellow citizens, have any of you driven down Old Chickasaw Road recently...
probably not.
Ever since they shut down that White Castle where all those Jehovah's Witnesses got murdered, there hasn't been much reason to.
But if you had, you would've seen...
this!
Our town's most cherished landmark sullied, violated, raped.
Okay, okay, too far.
Maybe...
Maybe not raped.
But definitely molested.
That mural is our greatest treasure, a clarion call in brush and hue to aspire to our better selves.
It's where I got my first handy J!
Our love of the mural has been reignited!
Mural!
Mural!
Mural!
But loving the mural is not enough.
Unless it's restored, future generations will be denied its message of loyntegresty and go astray...
like my very own daughter.
This is why you brought me here?
Look, if we're gonna restore the mural, maybe we could add some diversity, like, say, replace Schneider with Harriet Tubman?
Did Harriet Tubman sign autographs for 15 minutes at Panini Barn?
This...
this is why I'm proposing the creation of a mural-restoration task force, a team of our city's finest artists and craftsmen, to be led by...
me, the man who crapped himself at O'Shanahan's.
Stan Smith!
Stan Smith!
Stan Smith!
Did you ever think you'd have a son who'd be going to one of the most exclusive nonsegregated clowning academies on the Atlantic seaboard?
No.
No, I did not.
Mwah!
The teacher here is supposed to be the most intense and demanding instructor in all of clowning and...
Shit.
It's Roger, isn't it?
It's gonna be Roger.
All right, jagoffs, the name's H.G.
Rimmons.
Look to your left.
Look to your right.
By the end of the semester, 60% of you will be dead by your own hand.
The rest will be clowns, ya dig?
Okay, I'm out of here.
Huh.
I'm...
I'm a little confused.
Because you said here on your application you wanted to be a clown.
More than anything.
So what's your "gooch"?
Gooch is "horncorn" for clown name.
Horncorn is horncorn for clown lingo.
Gonna be honkin' a lot of horncorn around here, ya dig?
So, what's your gooch, kid?
Dimples.
Dimples?
Pretty "buckety" gooch, don't ya think?
More horncorn.
Relax.
Just sliding your whistle.
Why don't you show us what you got.
I...
Uh...
Come on, man...
No pressure.
Just lay a little jape on these cats.
Whatever you got.
No big.
Fart was a nice touch.
Smells, too.
Ladies and gentlemen, we could be looking at the next Emmett Kelly...
...of sucking!
Ohh.
That's right, you nut-lickin' little turds.
I ain't here to hold your hands.
I'm here to play mind games and emotionally abuse you into being clowns.
Ohh.
That's clowning, you shitheads!
Hey, Dad.
Where's the rest of the task force?
We had our team-building dinner at Benihana's.
Blew the whole budget.
Had to let them go.
You know, got to admit, it's pretty cool you're doing something for the community.
This town owes you one, Stan!
Yeah!
Well, I guess I'll let you get to it.
Good luck, Dad.
All right, let's start by getting the grime off the old cheeks.
Dad, dab, dab.
Oh, nope.
Smudging just a little bit.
No problem, no problem.
Just need to even it out.
Easy.
Easy.
Okay, now that's really starting to smear.
Well, I can just freehand that jawline back into shape.
Hmm.
Might as well really get in there with some 409, then, and...
There goes the face.
That's okay, that's okay.
Got to get worse before it gets better.
Let's get the old Brillo Pad in on the action.
Okay.
Think we're getting back on track now.
_ Dad, you look nervous.
Did everything turn out okay with the mural?
What?
Yeah.
I-I mean, yeah.
Yeah, I think so.
I think...
I mean, sure.
Yeah, turned out great.
Why?
I mean, definitely.
Without any further ado, I give you your fully-restored mural!
How could you have done this, Stan?!
But Stan loved that mural.
It was his daughter who had it out for Schneider.
What?!
Stan did say she lacked loyntegresty.
I bet she did this...
for hippie reasons!
Yeah!
Dad!
Stand up for me!
Tell them I didn't do it!
Dad!
_ Haley?
Sugar blossom?
Pumpkin dumpling?
Daddy's little sugar-frosted raspberry maple fritter?
Leave me alone!
The whole town hates me because you lied to cover up for your own stupid mistake!
That's true.
And I know what it'll take to make things right.
Ice cream.
I want to fight ya!
Come on, fight me!
Fight me!
I didn't do it.
Dad, tell them the truth.
The truth?
This is the best damn ice cream in the tri-county area!
I can hold the hero up all by myself!
I'm country strong!
Well, kid...
you suck...
Mm.
...ceded beautifully...
Mm?
...at being God awful...
Mm.
...is the opposite of what I think.
Psych!
You stink, and I hate you.
Now, get this through your skull, man, 'cause I don't play mind games.
You will never be a clown.
You got potential, kid, and you can't teach that.
You know what?
I host a little retreat every summer at my house on Block Island for just a handful of my most promising students.
No real structure.
We just honk a little buffoonery, lay some japes, blow each other...
you know, clown stuff.
And I think you could make the cut.
Really?
If you push yourself to the absolute limit.
Uhp, I got to take this.
It's my "aclowntant."
You know, a clown accountant?
He's got this giant calculator that only ever adds up to "boobs."
Pretty funny, but, frankly, I think he's been stealing from me.
Now, I know you're still upset.
I can't even show my face in this town anymore!
Well, I've taken care of that.
You confessed to the town that you were the one who ruined the mural?
Better...
I've converted the garage into... "
Haley's Hideaway."
Now you'll never have to leave the house...
or want to.
Dad, this is the single worst...
When you're not racking up high scores on your sweet "Sopranos" pinball machine, you can groove to some hot tunes on your top-of-the-line Sanyo boom box...
with MegaBass.
You still like Warrant, right?
I don't recall ever having...
Dad!
How could you be so selfish?!
Oh, yeah!
Aah!
Well, kid, you did it.
You pushed yourself to the absolute limit.
So, when's the retreat?
Ha!
You were never going on the retreat.
I was just using you to motivate Gumdrop.
Gumdrop, you really got my attention when you made that banana disappear.
Hello, is this the North American Federation of Clowning Academics?
Well, I'd like to file a report.
An instructor, uh...
well, he...
he hit me!
Wah-wah!
Haley, honey, you were right.
It's time I finally did the one simple thing I should've done from the very beginning and...
Ether says what?!
Don't worry, baby girl.
You'll be able to show your face again...
once you have a new face.
I've seen Dr.
Weitzman do this tons of times at work.
How hard can it be?
All right.
Let's start by reshaping the old eyes.
Tap, tap, tap.
Oop, oop.
Eyeball's bulging just a bit.
No problem, no problem.
Just need to even it out.
Easy.
Easy.
Okay, that one really came out.
Well, might as well really get in there with a scalpel then and...
There goes the face.
That's okay.
That's okay.
Got to get worse before it gets better.
Let's get the old Brillo Pad in on the action.
Okay!
Think we're getting back on track now.
You made me a monster!
Oh, it...
it's not that bad.
All you need is...
the right hat.
Is that Eva Marie Saint standing in my garage?!
How could you do this to me?!
I-I need to get away from this town.
I need to get away from you!
Aaaaaaaah!
Haley!
You shouldn't drive!
You're acting all crazy!
Aah!
Damn it, O'Shanahan's!
I just fixed her face!
I'm afraid Haley is in what we call a "super coma."
But at least she's not in any pain, right?
Oh, quite to the contrary.
The only part of her brain that's still functioning are the pain receptors, leaving her in a perpetual state of searing agony.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to take a doctor poop in the doctor bathroom.
Wassup?!
You may have them fooled, "doctor," but not me.
Fine.
It's me, Haley.
What?!
I thought you were a nurse trying to pass yourself off as a doctor!
How can this be?
When I saw what my dad had done to my face, it was the final straw.
I became consumed by one goal and one goal only...
revenge.
So I pretended to drive off in hysterics and faked my accident.
Then it was just a matter of blackmailing Dr.
Weitzman into actually reconstructing my face...
...and recruiting Jeff to play the part of poor comatose Haley.
Now I'll have a front-row seat to watch my dad suffer, wracked with guilt as I describe to him every day just how much pain his darling daughter is in.
You will keep my secret, right, Klaus?
Absolutely.
I, too, desire to see Stan suffer.
You see, just last week, I asked him if he'd give me notes on my comic-strip idea.
And you know what he said to me?
Well, I have to go to work right now, but I'd be happy to take a look later.
Happy to take a look later?!
Revenge will be ours!
Wh-Where's he going?
He's not feeling guilty at all.
He's back at work on that stupid mural!
And he's hired Langley's most accomplished artist, the guy who paints the frescos at Olive Garden.
Looks like the grand unveiling is this Saturday.
That's the way to make him suffer.
We'll blow up the mural at the unveiling.
He'll be devastated.
And revenge will, at last, be mine!
Wait, Klaus.
Where did you get those binoculars?
Are those Ashlyn's binoculars, my old American Girl doll?
She can lend her stuff to whoever she wants!
Dr.
Montacristo, what are you doing here?
Oh, you might say I have a great personal interest in the fate of this mural.
Okay.
The unveiling's sure to be an explosive event.
Yep.
Hey, hon.
I brought you some chicken soup for lunch.
Oh.
Dr.
Montacristo.
Would you like some, too?
Actually, Mrs.
Smith, I prefer gazpacho, a dish, like revenge, best served cold.
All right.
I'm out.
_ If everyone would please have a seat, we can begin the proceedings.
Aaaaaah!
Okay.
Everybody...
We don't have all day.
Gentlemen!
If you don't stop doing bits, we'll never get out of here.
Now, Mr.
Rimmons, this isn't the first time you've been accused of hitting a student.
But it is the first time I didn't actually do it.
May I retract that statement?
You're hereby stripped of your clown-teaching license.
Looks like you won, kid.
Ahem.
Meeting adjourned.
_ Fellow citizens, it's time this whole mural fiasco was made right.
Okay, on my mark.
Three...
So, at long last...
...two...
...I finally give to you...
...one...
...my confession.
Wait!
Abort, abort!
Goofus McDoof sends his regards!
Aah!
Yes, it was me, not Hayley, who ruined the mural.
I was so scared of losing my status as a hero to all of you that I betrayed my own daughter.
But then I saw her in that coma, and ever since, my only hope has been that this monumental confession might somehow reach through to her and bring her back to me.
See what your dad did, honey?
Squeeze my hand if you can hear me.
Mrs.
Smith, if you don't mind, I need to re-catheterize your daughter's penis.
Sure, sure, whatever.
Oh, Daddy!
Still got it.
No, Dad.
It's me, Hayley.
Hayley?
Baby girl!
You're all right!
Oh, I'm so sorry!
Can you ever forgive me?
Hey, what you did up there...
showed a lot of loyntegresty.
So I don't think people need to see a monument to your eternal shame every time they drive down Old Chickasaw Road.
Why?
Why would anyone want to destroy my AutoZone?
So, you think you'll end up getting your old face back?
I dunno.
Probably.
_ _ And, remember, ladies and gentlemen, Belljar papers are due Friday...
no exceptions.
Jenna, that means you.
Hey, babe, should be home in about 10 minutes.
You know what?
Make it 20.
I got to say hi to...
an old friend.
Aah!
That's right.
I've returned...
as an It-style evil clown named "Gladhandz," thirsting for revenge.
That's Gladhandz with a "Z."
I'll haunt your every dream until, finally, I lure you into the depths of the sewer and to your doom.
Uh-huh, and how are you gonna do that, then?
Um...
Get in the sewer!
I-I'll level with you, Steve.
I didn't think this through.
I caught wind on LinkedIn of how well you were doing out here, and I-I guess I just kind of lost it.
Next thing you know, I'm filing my teeth down to points and climbing into a sewer drain.
I'll be straight with you, Steve.
I need your help...
both financially and just, you know, to get out of the sewer.
How long ago did he walk away?
Oh, quite a while ago.
Then you shall inherit the curse of Gladhandz!
You'll never be free of me!
Bye!
Have a great time!
- synced and corrected by sot26 - www.addic7ed.com
by my own daughter.
It's a free country.
You know I forbade anyone in this family from ever eating at O'Shanahan's again, ever since they cut me off in the middle of "All You Can Eat Wings" night.
It was for your own safety.
You vomited twice and were having severe heart palpitations.
I didn't feel full!
The point is, you broke a promise to your family.
Family always comes first, Haley.
I need something to soothe my jangled nerves.
Steve, how about you put a smile on your old man's face and do the "Backseat Shuffle"?
Aw, come on.
Get yourself out of that seat belt so you can really give those shoulders room to shimmy.
There we go.
♪ Sh-Sh-Shake shake shimmy a-slippin' and slidin' ♪ ♪ Oh, I just gotta get my groove on ♪ That's it now.
♪ When I'm in the backseat ridin' ♪ ♪ I shimmy to the left ♪ All right!
♪ I shimmy to the right!
♪ "Backseat Shuffle"!
♪ I'm rockin' the upholstery almost every single...
♪ How?!
How could we have let this happen?!
What's the big deal?
It's just some dumb old mural.
Wha...
Whoa.
I-I feel a little...
I feel a little woozy.
This mural has been a Langley Falls institution since 1982...
I'm just gonna...
rest my head on this bit of filth here on the concrete.
...depicting a pantheon of great Americans...
Abraham Lincoln, Ronald Reagan, Jesus, Nolan Ryan, Schneider from "One Day at a Time," in celebration of loyalty, integrity, and honesty...
three virtues that can be summed up in one simple word, "loyntegresty."
A trait you clearly don't have.
That's it...
At this very moment, one thing and one thing only matters...
this mural must be restored.
♪ 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.
♪ _ Don't you need to sign up to speak at the Town Council meeting?
Me?
No, I'm very well-known in this community.
Hey, it's that guy who pooped his pants at O'Shanahan's!
Fellow citizens, have any of you driven down Old Chickasaw Road recently...
probably not.
Ever since they shut down that White Castle where all those Jehovah's Witnesses got murdered, there hasn't been much reason to.
But if you had, you would've seen...
this!
Our town's most cherished landmark sullied, violated, raped.
Okay, okay, too far.
Maybe...
Maybe not raped.
But definitely molested.
That mural is our greatest treasure, a clarion call in brush and hue to aspire to our better selves.
It's where I got my first handy J!
Our love of the mural has been reignited!
Mural!
Mural!
Mural!
But loving the mural is not enough.
Unless it's restored, future generations will be denied its message of loyntegresty and go astray...
like my very own daughter.
This is why you brought me here?
Look, if we're gonna restore the mural, maybe we could add some diversity, like, say, replace Schneider with Harriet Tubman?
Did Harriet Tubman sign autographs for 15 minutes at Panini Barn?
This...
this is why I'm proposing the creation of a mural-restoration task force, a team of our city's finest artists and craftsmen, to be led by...
me, the man who crapped himself at O'Shanahan's.
Stan Smith!
Stan Smith!
Stan Smith!
Did you ever think you'd have a son who'd be going to one of the most exclusive nonsegregated clowning academies on the Atlantic seaboard?
No.
No, I did not.
Mwah!
The teacher here is supposed to be the most intense and demanding instructor in all of clowning and...
Shit.
It's Roger, isn't it?
It's gonna be Roger.
All right, jagoffs, the name's H.G.
Rimmons.
Look to your left.
Look to your right.
By the end of the semester, 60% of you will be dead by your own hand.
The rest will be clowns, ya dig?
Okay, I'm out of here.
Huh.
I'm...
I'm a little confused.
Because you said here on your application you wanted to be a clown.
More than anything.
So what's your "gooch"?
Gooch is "horncorn" for clown name.
Horncorn is horncorn for clown lingo.
Gonna be honkin' a lot of horncorn around here, ya dig?
So, what's your gooch, kid?
Dimples.
Dimples?
Pretty "buckety" gooch, don't ya think?
More horncorn.
Relax.
Just sliding your whistle.
Why don't you show us what you got.
I...
Uh...
Come on, man...
No pressure.
Just lay a little jape on these cats.
Whatever you got.
No big.
Fart was a nice touch.
Smells, too.
Ladies and gentlemen, we could be looking at the next Emmett Kelly...
...of sucking!
Ohh.
That's right, you nut-lickin' little turds.
I ain't here to hold your hands.
I'm here to play mind games and emotionally abuse you into being clowns.
Ohh.
That's clowning, you shitheads!
Hey, Dad.
Where's the rest of the task force?
We had our team-building dinner at Benihana's.
Blew the whole budget.
Had to let them go.
You know, got to admit, it's pretty cool you're doing something for the community.
This town owes you one, Stan!
Yeah!
Well, I guess I'll let you get to it.
Good luck, Dad.
All right, let's start by getting the grime off the old cheeks.
Dad, dab, dab.
Oh, nope.
Smudging just a little bit.
No problem, no problem.
Just need to even it out.
Easy.
Easy.
Okay, now that's really starting to smear.
Well, I can just freehand that jawline back into shape.
Hmm.
Might as well really get in there with some 409, then, and...
There goes the face.
That's okay, that's okay.
Got to get worse before it gets better.
Let's get the old Brillo Pad in on the action.
Okay.
Think we're getting back on track now.
_ Dad, you look nervous.
Did everything turn out okay with the mural?
What?
Yeah.
I-I mean, yeah.
Yeah, I think so.
I think...
I mean, sure.
Yeah, turned out great.
Why?
I mean, definitely.
Without any further ado, I give you your fully-restored mural!
How could you have done this, Stan?!
But Stan loved that mural.
It was his daughter who had it out for Schneider.
What?!
Stan did say she lacked loyntegresty.
I bet she did this...
for hippie reasons!
Yeah!
Dad!
Stand up for me!
Tell them I didn't do it!
Dad!
_ Haley?
Sugar blossom?
Pumpkin dumpling?
Daddy's little sugar-frosted raspberry maple fritter?
Leave me alone!
The whole town hates me because you lied to cover up for your own stupid mistake!
That's true.
And I know what it'll take to make things right.
Ice cream.
I want to fight ya!
Come on, fight me!
Fight me!
I didn't do it.
Dad, tell them the truth.
The truth?
This is the best damn ice cream in the tri-county area!
I can hold the hero up all by myself!
I'm country strong!
Well, kid...
you suck...
Mm.
...ceded beautifully...
Mm?
...at being God awful...
Mm.
...is the opposite of what I think.
Psych!
You stink, and I hate you.
Now, get this through your skull, man, 'cause I don't play mind games.
You will never be a clown.
You got potential, kid, and you can't teach that.
You know what?
I host a little retreat every summer at my house on Block Island for just a handful of my most promising students.
No real structure.
We just honk a little buffoonery, lay some japes, blow each other...
you know, clown stuff.
And I think you could make the cut.
Really?
If you push yourself to the absolute limit.
Uhp, I got to take this.
It's my "aclowntant."
You know, a clown accountant?
He's got this giant calculator that only ever adds up to "boobs."
Pretty funny, but, frankly, I think he's been stealing from me.
Now, I know you're still upset.
I can't even show my face in this town anymore!
Well, I've taken care of that.
You confessed to the town that you were the one who ruined the mural?
Better...
I've converted the garage into... "
Haley's Hideaway."
Now you'll never have to leave the house...
or want to.
Dad, this is the single worst...
When you're not racking up high scores on your sweet "Sopranos" pinball machine, you can groove to some hot tunes on your top-of-the-line Sanyo boom box...
with MegaBass.
You still like Warrant, right?
I don't recall ever having...
Dad!
How could you be so selfish?!
Oh, yeah!
Aah!
Well, kid, you did it.
You pushed yourself to the absolute limit.
So, when's the retreat?
Ha!
You were never going on the retreat.
I was just using you to motivate Gumdrop.
Gumdrop, you really got my attention when you made that banana disappear.
Hello, is this the North American Federation of Clowning Academics?
Well, I'd like to file a report.
An instructor, uh...
well, he...
he hit me!
Wah-wah!
Haley, honey, you were right.
It's time I finally did the one simple thing I should've done from the very beginning and...
Ether says what?!
Don't worry, baby girl.
You'll be able to show your face again...
once you have a new face.
I've seen Dr.
Weitzman do this tons of times at work.
How hard can it be?
All right.
Let's start by reshaping the old eyes.
Tap, tap, tap.
Oop, oop.
Eyeball's bulging just a bit.
No problem, no problem.
Just need to even it out.
Easy.
Easy.
Okay, that one really came out.
Well, might as well really get in there with a scalpel then and...
There goes the face.
That's okay.
That's okay.
Got to get worse before it gets better.
Let's get the old Brillo Pad in on the action.
Okay!
Think we're getting back on track now.
You made me a monster!
Oh, it...
it's not that bad.
All you need is...
the right hat.
Is that Eva Marie Saint standing in my garage?!
How could you do this to me?!
I-I need to get away from this town.
I need to get away from you!
Aaaaaaaah!
Haley!
You shouldn't drive!
You're acting all crazy!
Aah!
Damn it, O'Shanahan's!
I just fixed her face!
I'm afraid Haley is in what we call a "super coma."
But at least she's not in any pain, right?
Oh, quite to the contrary.
The only part of her brain that's still functioning are the pain receptors, leaving her in a perpetual state of searing agony.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to take a doctor poop in the doctor bathroom.
Wassup?!
You may have them fooled, "doctor," but not me.
Fine.
It's me, Haley.
What?!
I thought you were a nurse trying to pass yourself off as a doctor!
How can this be?
When I saw what my dad had done to my face, it was the final straw.
I became consumed by one goal and one goal only...
revenge.
So I pretended to drive off in hysterics and faked my accident.
Then it was just a matter of blackmailing Dr.
Weitzman into actually reconstructing my face...
...and recruiting Jeff to play the part of poor comatose Haley.
Now I'll have a front-row seat to watch my dad suffer, wracked with guilt as I describe to him every day just how much pain his darling daughter is in.
You will keep my secret, right, Klaus?
Absolutely.
I, too, desire to see Stan suffer.
You see, just last week, I asked him if he'd give me notes on my comic-strip idea.
And you know what he said to me?
Well, I have to go to work right now, but I'd be happy to take a look later.
Happy to take a look later?!
Revenge will be ours!
Wh-Where's he going?
He's not feeling guilty at all.
He's back at work on that stupid mural!
And he's hired Langley's most accomplished artist, the guy who paints the frescos at Olive Garden.
Looks like the grand unveiling is this Saturday.
That's the way to make him suffer.
We'll blow up the mural at the unveiling.
He'll be devastated.
And revenge will, at last, be mine!
Wait, Klaus.
Where did you get those binoculars?
Are those Ashlyn's binoculars, my old American Girl doll?
She can lend her stuff to whoever she wants!
Dr.
Montacristo, what are you doing here?
Oh, you might say I have a great personal interest in the fate of this mural.
Okay.
The unveiling's sure to be an explosive event.
Yep.
Hey, hon.
I brought you some chicken soup for lunch.
Oh.
Dr.
Montacristo.
Would you like some, too?
Actually, Mrs.
Smith, I prefer gazpacho, a dish, like revenge, best served cold.
All right.
I'm out.
_ If everyone would please have a seat, we can begin the proceedings.
Aaaaaah!
Okay.
Everybody...
We don't have all day.
Gentlemen!
If you don't stop doing bits, we'll never get out of here.
Now, Mr.
Rimmons, this isn't the first time you've been accused of hitting a student.
But it is the first time I didn't actually do it.
May I retract that statement?
You're hereby stripped of your clown-teaching license.
Looks like you won, kid.
Ahem.
Meeting adjourned.
_ Fellow citizens, it's time this whole mural fiasco was made right.
Okay, on my mark.
Three...
So, at long last...
...two...
...I finally give to you...
...one...
...my confession.
Wait!
Abort, abort!
Goofus McDoof sends his regards!
Aah!
Yes, it was me, not Hayley, who ruined the mural.
I was so scared of losing my status as a hero to all of you that I betrayed my own daughter.
But then I saw her in that coma, and ever since, my only hope has been that this monumental confession might somehow reach through to her and bring her back to me.
See what your dad did, honey?
Squeeze my hand if you can hear me.
Mrs.
Smith, if you don't mind, I need to re-catheterize your daughter's penis.
Sure, sure, whatever.
Oh, Daddy!
Still got it.
No, Dad.
It's me, Hayley.
Hayley?
Baby girl!
You're all right!
Oh, I'm so sorry!
Can you ever forgive me?
Hey, what you did up there...
showed a lot of loyntegresty.
So I don't think people need to see a monument to your eternal shame every time they drive down Old Chickasaw Road.
Why?
Why would anyone want to destroy my AutoZone?
So, you think you'll end up getting your old face back?
I dunno.
Probably.
_ _ And, remember, ladies and gentlemen, Belljar papers are due Friday...
no exceptions.
Jenna, that means you.
Hey, babe, should be home in about 10 minutes.
You know what?
Make it 20.
I got to say hi to...
an old friend.
Aah!
That's right.
I've returned...
as an It-style evil clown named "Gladhandz," thirsting for revenge.
That's Gladhandz with a "Z."
I'll haunt your every dream until, finally, I lure you into the depths of the sewer and to your doom.
Uh-huh, and how are you gonna do that, then?
Um...
Get in the sewer!
I-I'll level with you, Steve.
I didn't think this through.
I caught wind on LinkedIn of how well you were doing out here, and I-I guess I just kind of lost it.
Next thing you know, I'm filing my teeth down to points and climbing into a sewer drain.
I'll be straight with you, Steve.
I need your help...
both financially and just, you know, to get out of the sewer.
How long ago did he walk away?
Oh, quite a while ago.
Then you shall inherit the curse of Gladhandz!
You'll never be free of me!
Bye!
Have a great time!
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