03x06 - At a Loss for Words When We Needed Them Most... Or: The Rise and Fall of Grabbagville

[bunniefuu]

♪ ♪

(SPITS)

PHIL: You flushed $
million down the drain

by stepping on that thumb drive.

You realize that, you pudgy f*ck-boy?

Yeah, I do.

f*ck off.

I'm gonna cut you open
while you're sleeping.

(GIGGLING)

Plonky's just so happy
to live with Phil and Mike.

Just so stoked!

Plonky loves Phil and Mike
and all their tête-à-têtes.

Just so cool, so funny!

Are you seeing Plonky?

- I see Plonky.
- You do?

The mutual hallucination
brought on by our...

BOTH: self-imposed captivity.

- Yeah, yeah, of course, I see Plonky.
- Don't overthink it, dudes.

Uh, look at my big butt! Ooh-ooh-woo!

- (MIKE CHUCKLES)
- Why would we imagine that little butt?

He's got a tiny little butt.
It's so cute.

♪ Plonky used to dance for money! ♪

So, if Plonky's in our imagination,

that means we can turn
Plonky into anything we want.

But Plonky loves being Plonky, though.

Shut the f*ck up, Plonky!

You know what? I'm just
gonna give it a whirl.

Uh, can of soda!

Aah, f*ck you!

- MIKE: Holy sh*t! It worked!
- Are you kidding me?

- Well, it's ginger ale, but you know.
- You go!

How 'bout a baseball
signed by Benny Agbayani?

- PHIL: Batter up!
- MIKE: Yo! It worked!

- Sick. Benny's my boy.
- Okay. Let me go.

Balloons.

(FLATLY) Cool.

This game sucks.
I don't wanna play anymore.

Yeah, totally. It's so annoying. Laura?

(GASPS) Hi!

- MIKE: Uh...
- PHIL: Mike, who's this?

Laura, the one who got away.

Your ex-fiancée?

- That's her.
- Are you kidding?

I was your hostess
at the Cheesecake Factory.

After you called the
ambulance when I fainted,

you said, "I will be here for you.

I will wait for you."

You dookied in your damn JNCOs,

and you said you were
gonna come pick them up later.

I don't think so.

Damn, homie. You dookied your JNCOs?

Sister's gonna fall right out, Mikey.

Can I ask you something? Do you like
McDonalds? How often do you go there?

Well, yeah, sure. I love McDonalds.

What do you say you and me get a couple
of Happy Meals, gobble 'em all up,

and then make a stinky
little Indian sweat tent

with me in my bottom bunk.
What do you think about that?

Okay, you're disgusting. Please stop.

Aah! Boy!

You guys have been in here too long.
You clearly have bunker brain.

Mm, we got the bunker brain.
She's right.

We got the bunker brain.

Oh, you know what would be funny?
If she turned into my ex-girlfriend.

My ex-girlfriend!

Ow.

That's, uh...

What did I expect?

So, did you never have a girlfriend?

Is that... is that what that means?

Nary a one.

Uh, turn into my future girlfriend.

Gotta get one eventually. Go!

Philly, where you been all night?

I already told you, honey,
I've been working all night.

All right? Get off my back.

WOMAN MIKE: The thing is,
I called the office,

and they said you left hours ago.

(WHIMSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

PHIL: Do you hear that?

It's our song!

WOMAN MIKE:
Philly, that's our song, Philly.

(PHIL HUMMING TO MUSIC)

PHIL: ♪ I love my woman ♪

This is right, Philly.

(SMOOCHES)

Get in here! You know you want to!

Yabba-dabba-do!

Yeah!

I got two Mikes.

(FARTS)

PLONKY: Sometimes, they
just go crazy without you.

My job is done!

Please enjoy this rerun of

My Big Fat Greek Wedding, on HBO.

- Whoop!
- (POPS)

(STATIC CRACKLES)

♪ ♪

YUMI: They called us Grabbags.

I guess 'cause
we're a mixture of species:

hamsters, gerbils, guinea pigs,

and I, the last ferret.

But that's not all they called us.

They said vile things, awful things,

I won't repeat here or ever again.

We found ourselves
in the Forgotten Area,

the devastated epicenter
of the Green Day expl*si*n.

This is where we found... the orb.

I became the leader of the Grabbags.

I don't know why.

Maybe because I have the
strongest connection to the orb.

Maybe because, I'm, like...

f*ckin' kickass at karate.

(SCREECHING)

(YUMI SHOUTS)

(YUMI GRUNTING)

Hi. I'm Yumi.

YUMI: But alas,

despite being unable to
communicate with one another,

Grabbagville was born.

(ORB THRUMMING)

- (CHITTERING)
- (SQUEAKING)

(FEEDBACK WHINES)

What is this thing?

(AUDIENCE MURMURING)

Holy sh*t!

When you talk into it,
we can understand you!

Holy sh*t!

Chompy! That's what you sound like, huh?

(CHUCKLES) Yeah! Wait. What?

Through this object,
we can understand each other!

- All hail the orb!
- (CHEERING)

I just heard a ferret
talk for the first time

because of that big dang
talk-box thingy right there.

If I had pearls, I'd be
clutching 'em right now.

Yep. My hand is there at my chest.

- Michael?
- Yes, Philerp.

I think we gots to steal
that talk-box thingy.

Um, okay.

- I just...
- Yeah? What is it?

See you had said that we were
gonna steal the disco ball first.

No! No, Michael, listen.

- I just want the disco ball.
- Hey! Hey! Focus up!

We can steal the disco ball,

and the talk-box.

I'll steal anything you want,
honestly, that's what we do.

- That's our thing.
- That's our thing. We steal stuff.

I think, maybe we should just go home,

we get high, and we come up
with a game plan.

That sounds so nice.

Go home, just smoke a big ol' fat J.

Smoke a big ol', fat ol' doink,

- and we watch The Nut Job .
- That sounds good.

♪ ♪

DOGS: Cheese!

All right, let's do a silly one!

DAWN: I'm sorry, this is just so crazy

that you can understand me,

and I can understand you!

- Can you believe it?
- It's so sick!

- Yeah.
- It's so f*cking sick!

You're kind and intelligent.

And... and you're such
an amazing artist.

Thanks. I've actually been the one

- tagging our symbol all over the city.
- YUMI: Oh.

I've sort of been
getting my graf' game on.

Your painting's so vivid.

- So lucid.
- Lucid?

Do ferrets have the word
"floobahgahnoosh"?

- Uh, no.
- Okay.

There goes floobahgahnoosh.

It feels so good to finally
be able to talk to you, Dawn.

What do you wanna
talk and converse about?

- Uh...
- Sex?

I've never had it! There! I said it!

Oh, that feels good.

You know what? How 'bout we
just go home and rest up?

I'm sure the
Unburdening Ceremony tomorrow

is gonna be a long one.

Yeah, okay, sounds good.

(ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC ECHOING)

PHIL: All right, so here's the deal.

We want to steal the Grabbags'
floating disco ball thingy

and add it to our
collection of stolen stuff.

- Right?
- (STRAINED) Right.

What I'm proposing is...

(EXHALES) Proposing?

To me? (COUGHS)

Yes! I gotta call my dad!

- Oh my God!
- No, Mike!

I didn't mean proposing like nuptials.

I meant proposing like throwing
an idea out there, okay?

Okay, so you don't want to get married?

- Is that what you're saying?
- Goodness gracious, Michael!

Eventually, I would
like to get married, sure,

but let's just, like, focus on
stealing sh*t right now, okay?

I'm gonna pull this down
to mask my tears,

but I am listening, please continue.

- All right, so here's my game plan.
- Go ahead.

Tomorrow night, we steal
the Grabbags' talk-box thingy,

we bring it down to the sewer,

and we use it to rally all the reptiles.

After that, we drill up
into Grabbagville,

and then, we're able to steal the orb!

How's that sound, Mike?

Mike? (GASPS)

- Michael! Wake up!
- (MIKE GROANS)

Oh, you held it in too long.

- I'm fine, dude.
- You have to breathe!

- I just, um...
- You're floating.

I just spoke to God.

She did not like me.

- Oh, no.
- That was a horrific experience.

Listen, if you're gonna float,
I'm gonna float, too.

- Just give me a second.
- (BURBLING)

YUMI: Welcome, Grabbags.

As you know, our unburdening ceremonies

are for the liberation of the soul.

Now, I know it might
be a little awkward now,

since we can understand each other,

but if anyone's brave enough...

(GRUNTS)

Chompy!

Where are my Chomp-heads at?

- (CHEERING)
- Somebody chomp me!

- (CHEERING STOPS)
- (FEEDBACK WHINES)

- (DISTANT COUGH)
- The f*ck?! Come on!

It's play off of The Mask.

Uh, Chompy, you know,

these ceremonies aren't for grievances,

but more of a personal reflection.

Oh, really? Then why is Dawn complaining

about you constantly clogging the shower

- with all your ferret hair then?
- What?!

- Gimme that!
- (CHOMPY SCREAMS)

It was more like a personal
anecdotal stand-up bit,

you know, like Jim Gaffigan.

(CHUCKLES) He's still a good guy, right?

Where... Where are my Gaffigan-heads at?

Hot Pockets! (HOWLS)

Ooh, it's the thrill of the drama!

I love drama.

Chompy, chomp-chomp!

Chompy, enough!

All you do is start trouble!

It's 'cause Dawn is a guinea
pig and I am a ferret!

You know I'm the only
kind of my species!

But, Yumi,

I've been trying to tell you
something for a while now.

You ain't the last ferret!

There's a whole tribe of 'em
in South Squirrel Square!

- (CROWD MURMURING)
- Chompy!

Oh my God.

Everybody go home!
The unburdening ceremony

is canceled for the rest of the day!

(HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYING)

Adventurin' horse.

Adventurin', doing tricks for money!

Oh, are there really
more ferrets out there?

(DAWN SQUEAKING)

Dawn!

(SQUEAKS)

(YUMI SIGHS)

From what I'm gathering
through body language,

- it seems like you like it.
- (YUMI CHITTERING)

(CHUCKLES) Get in here,
you big furry worm.

(ROMANTIC MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO)

Oh, what is that?

(CHITTERING)

YUMI: Is that supposed to be me?

DAWN: I don't think
all ferrets look the same.

That's not cool, Yumi!

You know what?
We're gonna have this out.

We're going to the
communicator right now.

YUMI: Come with me!

(ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey, Mike?

You know, Mike, we said we were
gonna go steal the talk-box thingy

at : p.m., and it's : .

I mean, we don't know what
traffic's gonna be like.

Give me a second! I just...

I just need to put on the
dang eyelash to my right eye,

- and that's gonna be it, okay?
- Hold on a second, Mike.

Why are you dressed like a geisha?

Because you're dressed
like a ninja, so I'm on theme.

We're not going to
a Halloween party, Mike!

But we're a couple, so we have
to complement each other.

- That's the whole thing!
- No, no, no, Mike!

We're going on a smash-and-grab, okay?

That means we need to be stealthy.

- I can move perfectly fine in this.
- (SHOES CLACKING)

You're wearing wooden little sandals!

I love my wooden blocks

that I'm wearing on my little feet!

(SIGHS) I can't get angry
at those petite feet.

They are too cute.

Stick out your tongue right now.

Ah...

Damn chinchillas smell like milk

and it drives me crazy!

And the gerbils are cheap and lazy.

Chompy for high priestess!

Chompy!

What the hell's going on over here?

- Saved the Day is not just an emo band.
- Stand back, you guys.

All right, all right! That is it!

This object is officially
off-limits to everyone.

Report back to your homes immediately.

- (CLACKING)
- (PHIL SHUSHING)

Is there any way you can
keep those down a little bit?

I'm sorry, it's just... it comes
with the territory of the geisha.

PHIL (WHISPERING): Fine, fine, fine!

Do you know if it's
blue wire to red wire?

- Just twist 'em up.
- (ENGINE STARTS)

Oh! Oh my God! Can I just say something?

These Grabbags,
they're good at making sh*t.

I mean, their progress is incredible.

The last one ran on grapes.

MIKE: sh*t! Oh, sh*t. Who is that?

I think that's Dawn.

She's dating, uh, Yumi.

The high priestess of the Grabbags?

See you've been picking up on the
ins and outs of the Grabbaggers.

Dawn is dating Yumi,

and Bruce just cheated on Alex

- with Terrence.
- No!

(THRUMMING)

YUMI: Oh, great, grand orb.

This gift that you bestowed,

it's not bringing us together.

It's tearing Grabbagville apart.

But it doesn't have to!

- (GASPS) Chompy.
- You know, Yumi,

the ability to communicate
to every species,

that's a hot commodity!

And with the twist of a word
or two here and there...

- Bam!
- (GASPS)

Suddenly, instead of
the rats asking the horses

for ten pounds of grain,

they said, "Hey, horse, f*ck you!"

And then the rats
are battling the horses,

and the cats are battling the dogs,

and Chompy's chomping
all the chomp-chomps, baby!

We are not starting
an animals w*r, Chompy.

(GROANS)

You're the boss, Yumi.

- Chomp you later.
- (YUMI GROANS)

(THRUMMING)

I think I'm just jealous

because I wanted
to dress up like a geisha.

He looks so pretty.

That's my problem is
that I always go practical.

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTS)

(PHIL GROANS)

Oh, this rearview camera is so cool.

Oh my God! Phil!
Are you okay? What happened?

I got injured.

- Oh, no.
- I'm a nin-jure.

- (MIKE CHUCKLES)
- I'm nin-jured.

Let me go ahead and get you home.

Whoa, come on, help me load

the talk-box thingy into the car.

Oh, yeah, that's what
we're here for. We did it!

Nice, good work.

Yeah, thanks, buddy.

You wanna jerk me off on the ride home?

- MIKE: Yeah!
- (TIRES SQUEAL)

Right, okay. Stop. Honk the horn.

(HORN PLAYS "DIXIE")

- (MIKE BURPS)
- Excuse me!

Cold-blooded brethren
of the underground!

Hi! (CHUCKLES)

Uh, my name's Phil,

- and this is my partner, Mike.
- That's me.

Us reptiles have been
confined to these sewers

for three long years

using gosh-darn heat lamps
to mimic sunlight,

which sure, heat lamps are the sh*t.

Whoo! Heat lamps! (LAUGHS)

But we believe that it's time

that all of us freaky-ass,

green-skinned, ugly m*therf*ckers

unify and reclaim the above land

from all those warm-blooded,

fur-covered, nasty-ass animals up there!

Heat lamps!

God! What are you doing?
What are you doing?

- I love the heat. I thought...
- It's okay. It's fine.

(GROWLING, HISSING)

We need your help.
We need your strength.

We're proposing that
we drill directly above us,

and take over the weakest link
of the "warmbloodeds":

- the Grabbags.
- MIKE: Ew, they nasty!

Whatever. They've got this
all-powerful floating disco ball

that Mike and I wanna
put in our living room.

It's gonna tie the room
together so nicely.

Whoo! Yes! Tomorrow...

(IN DEEP, GRAVELLY VOICE):
we take over the above-land.

Yeah! Heat lamps! (GIGGLES)

f*ckin' heat lamps!

(CHITTERING, SQUEAKING)

YUMI: What... What's going on?

(GASPS) The talk-box thingy's missing!

Oh my God. Somebody took it.

(ORB THRUMMING)

Chompy! Chompy,
you did this, didn't you?

(SQUEAKS)

You stole it!
Where is it? Give it to me!

Yumi, you're being crazy.
Please calm down.

Give it back! Son of a bitch!

(GASPS)

Oh, sh*t. We're allowed to do that?

(WHISPERS): What have I done?

Grabbag riot!

(PUNK ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

I've lost control of myself.

I've lost control of my people,

but are these even my people?

(PUNK ROCK MUSIC CONTINUING)

I'm gonna go to Squirrel Square

and find my family. I'm sorry!

Especially Dawn.

(CRIES) Goodbye.

(GRUNTING)

Does anyone know what she said?

Okay, I'll see you later, honey.

(PUNK ROCK MUSIC CONTINUING)

(BIRDS TWITTERING)

Oh!

Hey, check it out. A new ferret!

Yumi? Is that...

Is that you, Yumi?

Dad?

(PUNK ROCK MUSIC CONTINUING)

(GROWLING, GRUNTING)

You know what? Listen.

Can I say something?

This f*ckin' orb is weird, right?

What's the deal with this thing?

I mean, why in the heck are we praying

to a big, floating marble?

Hey, Chompy ain't scared of you, marble.

You dumb f*ck-boy!

(LOUD RUMBLING)

Oh, sh*t.

Hey, I was just playing with you, orb.

Chompy's cool.

(ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYING)

- Attention, Grabbags!
- Hello! Hi, everybody.

I... I feel like I don't have
that much of a commanding voice.

I was gonna say, they don't look scared.

You want Jeremy to do it?

- Hey, Jeremy!
- (RIBBITS)

Can you come up here? Yeah, come on up.

- Come here!
- (RIBBITS)

We're not gonna hurt you.
Uh, here we go. Yeah.

(CROAKING): Hello, Grabbags.

I am Phil.

This is my boyfriend, Mike.

Today, you die.

Okay, Chomp-heads.

Let's f*cking do this!

(GRUNTING)

No, no, please...

(LAUGHING)

Gee whiz. Wait, Yumi.

Let me get this straight.
You lived with Grabbags this whole time.

Now, aren't they all, pardon my French,

un tas de ret*rd?

What?! No!

They're actually quite
resourceful and clever.

We all live together
rather harmoniously.

What? Interspecies?

No, Yumi, it... It just ain't right.

Like us ferrets and these squirrels.

We hate their guts
'cause they're different

and... and suck.

- BOTH: Ferrets rule!
- (g*nsh*t ECHOES)

(GASPS) Oh my God!

You almost hit him.

Hey, is it true that guinea pigs
only eat sh*t, like their own sh*t?

You know, Terrence told me
that, Terrence don't lie.

What?! No! It is not true, not at all.

I was actually dating
a guinea pig, Dawn.

She is a beautiful artist, and...

- I don't like that!
- Makes me sick!

No, no, no. Yumi, we don't
date at all in Ferretville.

- What?
- No boyfriends,

no girlfriends, nothing of the sort.

Because this is all we need.

- (GASPS)
- Oh, not much of a g*n nut, huh?

Well, let me explain...

in song.

Terrence, let's kick up some dust.

♪ Well, I don't like the hims ♪

♪ And I don't like the hons ♪

♪ I don't like 'em old ♪

♪ And I don't like 'em young ♪

♪ There is this one thing ♪

♪ I find mighty fun ♪

♪ I love f*cking my, I love f*cking my ♪

♪ I love f*cking my g*n ♪

- Yeah, sweet pea!
- Get 'em! Woo!

♪ I tried watchin' p*rn
and I tried it in the bum ♪

♪ sh*t, I thought, I might never cum ♪

♪ Till I found my only one ♪

- ♪ I love f*ckin' my g*n ♪
- (WHOOPING)

♪ My g*n's my girlfriend ♪

♪ My g*n's my god,
my g*n's my daughter ♪

♪ And my g*n's my mom ♪

♪ We call our orgies a f*ring squad ♪

♪ 'Cause we love f*cking our g*ns ♪

- FERRET: Oh, do me!
- Woo!

♪ ♪

FERRET: I'm a redneck!

- (g*nf*re)
- FERRET: Yeah!

♪ ♪

- FERRET: Pump it out!
- (MUSIC CONTINUES)

- FERRET: Here we go!
- (g*ns COCK)

- (g*nf*re)
- (MUSIC CONTINUES)

- (WHOOPING)
- (g*nsh*t)

(SLOW BALLAD) ♪ We don't want a w*r ♪

♪ And we don't want a battle ♪

♪ 'Cause it ain't immoral ♪

♪ To f*ck a barrel ♪

♪ Yes, g*n nuts will go nuts
for the Second Amendment ♪

♪ 'Cause that is on
which our sex lives ♪

♪ Are dependent ♪

(UP-TEMPO) ♪ 'Cause we
love f*ckin' our g*ns! ♪

FERRETS: Great job.

- That was really good.
- YUMI: Excuse me.

These ferrets are just like
any of the other animal sectors:

ignorant, scared, confused.

They don't open themselves
to other species.

But the Grabbags
all chose to be together.

Oh God, I abandoned the Grabbags.

I abandoned my family.

I must return.

- (TOILET FLUSHES)
- (YUMI GASPS)

What the f*ck?

This is the girls' room!

Yumi, I'm a talking receipt,
created by the orb.

You gotta chill with that binary stuff.

Listen, you need to return
to Grabbagville right now!

- They're in great danger!
- Okay.

Well, I was actually
just about to head out.

I don't know if my speech
made that clear or not.

Okay, right, right, hey!

Just making sure.

So, guys, you know what?

This isn't actually working for me.

So, I'm gonna take off,

and, you know, take care.

Oh, Yumi, you're not going
so soon, are you?

The second act is all
about primate change.

I mean "cli-mate" change.

(KISS)

♪ ♪

Man, these Grabbags are actually scary.

We need to take one of these hostages,

and I'm sorry to say,

but I need you
to scalp 'em or something.

Oh, that's no problem. I can do that.

I'll take care of that. I'll
do the scalping, everybody.

Uh, that guinea pig.

(GRUNTING)

Did you see that m*therf*cker
sucker punch me?

I'm gonna rip his f*cking head off.

Hey, that's Dawn!

Oh my God! This is perfect!

Alexander, can you grab us Dawn, please?

Alexander, you better go ahead

and get those little feetsies
moving to get Dawn! Go!

You know, don't bring up
feet with Alexander.

- He's a snake.
- I said it, and as soon as

- the words left my mouth...
- I know.

We had Secret Santa one year,

and I got him shoes.

- Oh my God!
- But I didn't know it was him!

I didn't... yeah.

It was like a grab bag sorta...

(VOICES OVERLAPPING)

It was a grab bag Secret Santa.

It was awkward.

He thought they were hats, Mike.

- MIKE: No!
- PHIL: He tied it like a bonnet.

Oh, Alexander.

Hi, Dawn!

Get off me, snake. No! This feels weird.

This feels weird!

- Mike.
- Philip.

Unsheathe your sexy-ass Kn*fe.

Oh, this little thing?
(MANIACAL LAUGHTER)

BOTH: Yeah!

Hey, listen, I don't have
no problem with reptiles.

I mean, what is with your skin?

Why is it like that?

Let the guinea pig go.

Oh, sh*t!

- It's Yumi!
- (FARTS)

- Hey, Yumi.
- Hey, Yumi!

We're just here
f*cking your whole sh*t up!

Holy sh*t. Is she doing a flying kick

- right into our... Ow!
- Whoa!

Yumi! It's not what it looks like.

We was just gonna skin all the
Grabbags alive and take your... Ow!

We were just gonna drown
the young ones! Ow!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Yumi, don't use my face
as a punching bag.

(SCREAMING)

You can't deny that
that's a good visual gag.

It really is.

Dawn! Dawn!

(MOANING)

- I'm so sorry I left you.
- I'm so grateful you came back.

(VOICES OVERLAPPING)

- Let's go! We have to fight!
- Let's go win this.

Chompy.

I know you might not
be able to understand me,

but I am sorry for accusing you.

Let's work together.

Gimme some skin!

Chompy!

♪ ♪

(HISSES)

Yumi, I'm sorry!

We was being ignorant.

I don't want to lose you a second time.

I'm your father,

and I need to be in your life.

And if that means making
friendly with these Grabbags,

well, then, so be it.

Come here, you little booger. Come here.

(KISSING)

Father! That is a reptile!
They're the bad guys!

They're gonna k*ll us all!

Oh! Okay, then!

- (GRUNTING)
- Get 'em, boys!

Say what? No! g*ns are for the bedroom.

(GRUNTING)

f*ck!

(HISSING)

(PHIL GROANS)

(GROANS)

Well, looks like we done lost, Mike.

We did, but, g*dd*mn,
it was a valiant effort.

What do you say we spark this
doobie and go down with the ship?

- That sounds great.
- (INHALES)

Ah!

PHIL: Oh, hey, Dawn's coming
over to say something to us.

Hey, Dawn, how's it going?

- I'm sorry about before...
- Hiyah!

Dawn, you broke his f*cking no...

Ow! I should've seen that coming.

Can you give me
some paper towels, please?

Hold on a second.

(SNIFFS) You smell smoke?

MIKE: Oh, sh*t, the tent's on fire!

Everybody, run!

Everybody, run, go! The tent's on fire!

- (PANICKED CHITTERING)
- CHOMPY: Chompy! Run!

Run!

I'm so f*cking high.

♪ ♪

(CRYING) Goodbye.

DAWN: Grabbagville was a beautiful idea,

but as with all beautiful things,

the world doesn't understand it.

Goodbye, Grabbagville.

(SADLY) Chompy.

♪ Smoke's coming from your ears ♪

Hi.

Hello.

Listen, about before, it was a
whole thing, we're sorry about it.

- I only have one question.
- You go first?

What did you want with our orb?

I mean, really, it was... it
was to tie the room together.

Excuse me, what?

To tie the room together, like a
centerpiece for our living room.

It was actually an anniversary gift

I was getting for Mike. (CHUCKLES)

He got me tickets to Disney.

- I did.
- You know, Disney, the sex club?

It's a sex club called Disney.

Yumi's about to lose her sh*t.

(SHOUTS) Yumi is about to lose her sh*t!

You wanted an omnipotent floating orb

to simply use as decoration.

Cut the crap!

What do you say, Yumi?

A gecko stew or maybe a jerky?

(GULPS)

Untie them and send them on their way.

- What?!
- You heard me.

Let's bite their f*cking heads off!

Chompy's looking to chomp-chomp, baby!

Yeah, Yumi, one of
the little green dudes

was about to chop my head off,

- if you remember correctly.
- No, no, no! No, you got it all wrong!

I wouldn't have done it really.

I wouldn't have!

I just like the thr*at of v*olence.

- It's just a thr*at.
- (GRUNTS)

Grabbags of Grabbagville,

reptiles of the underworld,

don't you see?

We're the same.

Perhaps our blood is warm,

and we have fur instead of scales,

but we are diverse species united.

That Yumi.

f*ck me! She's so good at this crap.

YUMI: The orb is a symbol of inclusion.

We will no longer shroud it

under our ceremonial tent.

It is not ours to keep.

The orb belongs to all animals,

as does this tool:

The Grand Communicator.

Reptiles, join us in rebuilding.

That sounds like a plan!

What do you say, reptiles?

MIKE: Yes! We're getting married!

(CHEERING)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

YUMI: There it is, the future.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

BOTH: Grand Communicator
Communications, please hold.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (PHONES RINGING)

Oh, boy. Can you not draw a circle?

- Okay. Okay, got it.
- There shouldn't be a point.

We need to float some pre-release models

to the social media influencers
and early adopters in tech.

Those f*cking freaks.

And then offer up the
pre-sale code in conjunction

with the Spotify promo!

- Come on, guys, wake up.
- Chompy, please!

We need to run a
ballsy outdoor campaign.

You know, turn some heads!

What about this?

Grand Communicator . :
f*ck Your Mother!

- Chompy!
- Chompy is a friggin' genius.

Thank you. I mean, I like the idea,
of "ballsy outdoor campaign,"

but then, after that,
nothing else is really usable.

"f*ck your mother!" Come on!

Let's move on to the next point, please.

♪ Understand the purpose of making ♪

Hello, I'm Yumi.

Founder and CEO of Grand
Communicator Communications.

We all remember gathering
around the living room

and talking into the
Grand Communicator . .

And the constant neck pain

that came with the bulky
Grand Communicator . .

But our newest product,

Grand Communicator . ,

will surely change the world.

It fits snugly right inside your mouth,

and now, thanks to us, the Grabbags,

any species of any kind can
communicate with one another.

No hindrance whatsoever.

- That's right. We did that.
- We did it!

Remember when you were all dicks to us,

well now, us Grabbags
are f*cking rich as sh*t!

You'll still buy it. You'll buy
anything we make, you sheep.

You little, dirty figurative sheep.

GRAND COMMUNICATOR . :

f*ck Your Mother! Chompy.

♪ Well, I tried watchin' p*rn
and I tried it in the bum ♪

♪ sh*t, I thought I might never cum ♪

♪ Till I found my only one ♪

♪ I love f*ckin' my g*n ♪

♪ My g*n's my girlfriend,
my g*n's my god ♪

♪ My g*n's my daughter... ♪