02x01 - God's Image

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IMAGE OF GOD


Orel, I risked our safety
by bringing you all the way to Chinafoodtown

the debate between men.

I know that the last few months
have been a bit rough

your mother's unreasonable behaviour and
and coldness towards me.

No. Don't say anything.

You and Shapey are still so young
helpless, impressionable children,

that your mother and I are
have decided to stay together,

if only for the sake of vision.

Of course, we don't want people to think,
that we don't care about our own children.

It's a fact they don't hear.

I prayed that you would get back together.

You can thank me for this.

We should leave.
- Gosh. You're right.

Mum and Shapey are visiting
sure to get restless.

My, my-my-my, my, my, my.
My, my-my-my, my, my, my.

Why Chinafoodtown is so
far from downtown, Dad?

It's far from just tasty.

Mamumically, it's too close.

If you ask me what you never do,

I would say that God wants to keep
different people apart from us, Orel.

That's why he put Europe there,
wherever he put it.

Right. But you can always also
enjoy the fun of fear

by going to the dangerous
close every now and then.

Like a roller coaster?

Yes.

Speaking of which, here we go!

Oh boy!

Each of us was created in the image of God.

What does the saying mean?

If ugly fat woman
is made in the image of God,

how can a haughty beautiful woman be?

It's not rocket science.
The answer is simple.

Others look more
God than others.

And as Protestants we are
a clear lead on that front

smooth and chaste Anglo-Saxon
facial features and our...

Here they are.

Go ahead.

Amen.

Orel, do you want to play, Billy, mine,
Joe, him and Tommy?

Come on, Billy. Free hands
are the devil's feet.

Cats do not wash themselves.

You're very hard-working, Mr Figurelli.

Figurelli do three things:

we work, we love God,
and we wish there was a third thing.

Dad, can't I play this one time?

Nothing, Billy. But home by three.

Remember that we have to wash
the clock for all the not-three hours.

Nothing, Dad. Thank you!

I wash cats in the open air.

I wash cats in the open air.

Playing is fun.

What's the game?
- Church!

- Church?
- Yes!

How about a burning bottle?

Yay! You hurt your hand on the glass
just like I wanted to.

Joe, that wasn't very nice.

I'm bleeding.

Don't be afraid, my brother.

Ask, and the Lord will provide.

The patch doesn't work, does it, Billy?

Of course it works. Feels better already.

Yes, but it doesn't suit your skin.

I may have bought the wrong kind.
+50% OF GOD'S IMAGE!

THE LOOK OF A MOVIE STAR AND
THE ATTITUDE OF A BETLEHEMIAN STAR!

- Wow!
- Pyh.

Yep. Nothing wrong with the patch.

Can I have it back?

God wants to keep different
people apart from us, Orel.

Others look more
God than others.

I should take this with me.

Others look more
God than others.

And as Protestants we are in the clear...
PASTOR WINS EATING CONTEST!!!

Enter.

Reverend Putty, can I talk to you for a minute?

FOR THE IMAGES OF GOD

FIGURELLEILLE

Nothing.

Come on, Billy.

Who? Me?

Nothing.

Thank you, Orel.

Figurelli behind!

Nothing.

MORALTON PUBLIC SCHOOL
THAT'S WHERE YOU GET YOUR EDUCATION

- Thank you, Orel.
- Thank you, Orel.

Excuse me. No figurines.

Nothing.

We use the term "fiigeri".

Shut up. And we won't.

I need help. There's a rat blight in here.

You could get used to this. Thank you, Orel.

We interrupt this programme
for an additional news bulletin.

The Moralton separation initiative
has isolated the Figurelli

their own public toilets,
a five-star restaurant

and soon the 12-room luxury
dream house on the edge of Moralton.

You know your place.

News! News!

Figures in your national magazine!

Read all about us!

News!

Hyrr, hyrr, hyrr
Jesus made it out of clay

Hyrr, hyrr, hyrr
Then wine from the water

Yay!

Here you are, Mr Christein.

Thank you, Figurelli. I just don't know how yet
to use the lights on Friday nights.

Nothing. You'll learn.

Figurelli...

City dwellers are confused
by this segregationist hegemony.

Oy. As King Herod got nervous after receiving
shpilkes for our Lord and Savior.

- Huh?
- You know.

It starts with imagination and ends with capers.

What? That's ridiculous.

You can hide in a good place
Christian attic.

We will hide you like Easter eggs.

No good, Hoosea.

Why not?

Simon had the chutzpah to help Jesus,
when he was shlepping that fakakta cross.

No thanks, Christein. Jesus
will take care of me.

Amen. I mean... Amen.

No... Oh, it's the same.

See you on Friday.

- Figru.
- Jutku.

But Jesus.

Vigurellite!

- Nothing.
- Nothing.

You are not figurines!

- Nothing.
- Nothing.

TEMPORARY TOWN HALL

This is not working.

We are talking about our children.

We have worked our lives to the bone,
so that they would not dishonor us,

and we get paid...

a bunch of...

figrun lovers?!

Children call them "vigurelles".

"White Figures".

I call them vigurelles.

Minor figurines.

This whole distinction is
has been a pain from the beginning.

Now it is affecting our beloved community.

Drink!

a 30% increase in the cleanliness of cats,

+58% in effectively swept streets,

pleasant round-the-clock continuous
whistling and a do-nothing attitude

have brought hundreds of young people
for the renovation of City Hall.

What is happening to our community?!

It's just propaganda.

Jesus' control of the Jews
The Moralton media know.

Huh?

Well, yeah.

If you give Figurelli an inch
of discrimination, they take the yard.

Next, they want to
their own separate book ribbons.

Like the books I have condemned
are not good enough for them.

Someone should teach the Figurelles a lesson.

Holy smokes. Christein was right.

What kind of lesson, big boy?

I wish I knew, Danielle.

I'm so tense.

Oh... Daddy will take care of it.

Shush, a small cuddly teddy bear,

just shut your fluffy mouth

Where do these guys live?

At 623 Address Road.

All in the attic. They won't find us there.

Susie, start writing a diary.

Why, Daddy?

It's good for...

when you are dead.

A soft, soft teddy bear,

just let me have a good night...

kiss

Nothing.

No... nothing.

Hello!

Thank God you came.

Figurellite.

Let's go.

Wait! My house!

FROM THE END OF THE DAY

Is there hope?

It seems that only the church and
Figurelli's dream house will be spared.

How did this Figurelli thing even start?

Reverend Putty, can I talk to you for a minute?

Right.

Town meeting in the church.

Bring your son.

Nielaus.

Gee, Mr Figurelli.

This lamp is perfect for a banishment mansion.

Orel!

Gee, Dad. I was just trying to
to separate them from us,

as God wills.

I know, Orel. Your intention was good,

but now it happened that the good one was colourful.

Wow.

You got things twisted around your neck.

They became difficult
for the discriminators, not the discriminated.

Why even discriminate then?

Yes!

No more fiddling with grown-up things.

Nothing.

I mean, all right, Dad.

Good boy.

Now let's eat.

Who likes Italian?

The Italians are great.

The people called the Figurellian discrimination "God's
act of God" and the President as a natural disaster.

Vigurelli rebuilt
Moralton the next day.