04x22 - Face Fix

[bunniefuu]

Happy birthday, world!

[ Cow moos ]

I say, well played,
good chap.

Why, thank you, old bean.

I must admit, the greens do seem
to be in my favor today.

Well, let me finish
this ice cold glass

of piping hot milk
and perhaps prove otherwise.

[ Chomp! Shudders ]

[ Boing! ]

It seems as though the gravity
is indeed in my favor.

[ Both laugh ]

Aw, pickle juice.
Where is that dang thing?

Hey, have you guys seen
my black bow tie anywhere?

I got a real important
photo sh**t later,

and I need to look my best.

Photo sh**t?

[ Chuckling ] Well,
I don't think a bow tie

is gonna do anything for those
stress wrinkles and eye bags.

How about joining us for a nice
relaxing game of croquet?

I don't have time
to play games.

I got to prep
for this photo sh**t.

This photographer is held
in very high regard

in the intellectual community,
so I need to look refined.

Well, then forget
the bow tie

and refine a good
plastic surgeon.

I don't have time
for this.

Oh! Wait, Mr. Gus.
I got just the thing.

You can put on some of
Tiger's facial cream.

It'll make you look beautiful,
and it's very relaxing.

Mmmm, why do you have that
on you?

I grabbed it thinking
it was cake frosting.

So, what do you say,
Mr. Gus?

How about we fix up your face
for you?

Well, I suppose if it'll help me
look my best.

Okay, Mr. Gus.

I'm gonna start with
the problem areas first.

There we go!

[ Smack! ]

Now we just got to
smooth it out a little,

and last but not least,
some cucumber slices!

Uh, why do you have
those on you?

I grabbed them thinking
they were mini Frisbees.

Makes sense.

Here we go.

Now you just got to lay back
and relax

and let the cream
do its work.

Hey, this actually
feels pretty nice.

It's the healing power of
exfoliation and cucumbers.

Well, old boy,
looks like your next shot

is clearing
that water hazard,

which I declare will make
this match a shoe in for me.

Yeah, not a concern
for this crusty crusher.

I just need to find the right
kind of iron for the job.

Fork!

[ Zing! ]

Oopsie.

[ Snoring ]

[ Grunts ]

It appears your ball has
absconded, old sport.

Perhaps a penalty
is in order.

[ Stammers ]
What happened to your face?

What do you mean?

You look different.

Like...good different?

Oh, boy.

Did you leave that cream on
the whole time?

Maybe we should've read
the instructions.

Oh, pickle juice!
It's been two hours!

Whoa!

Your face is so relaxed, it
can't even retain its shape.

Yeah, look.

Oh, no!

Maybe a reference like
this conveniently placed

bronze statue can help you.

It couldn't hurt.

Wait.

What a bust.

[ Rimshot ]

Maybe I can just fix
this bottom part.

Oh, pickle juice!

On the plus side, your new
dimples and shiny skin

make you look happy.

Does this look like the face
of a happy man to you?

Let me just adjust this.

[ Splat! Streak! ]

Here we go.

Now does my outward expression

echo the displeasure
I'm feeling inside?

Yeah.

Your sarcasm was lost
on the other expression.

But you're rocking
this one.

You guys are just
getting in the way.

I'm gonna go fix my face,
and nothing can stop me.

Whoa!

[ Both laugh ]

Sorry, Mr. Gus.
I can't keep a straight face.

He sure can.

[ Both laugh ]

[ Electricity crackles ]

[ Streak! ]

Giant Realistic
Flying Tiger,

I used some of your
relaxing facial cream.

[ Roars ]

I know, I know.
I came to apologize.

[ Squeak! Squeak! ]

Oh, right.

My face must be undermining
my sincerity.

I just wanted to look good
for my photo sh**t tonight.

Oh, pickle juice!

[ Watch beeping ]

The time!
I got to get to my photo sh**t.

I hope this wears off
by the time I get there.

Newscaster: Breaking news.

Dangerous criminal bad guy
on the loose.

If you see him,
call the police immediately.

[ Meows ]

[ Engine starts,
tires squeal ]

[ Siren wailing ]

Oh, no.
I got to put on my apology face.

License and registration.

Oh, let me see here.

Do you know who I am?

Oh, pick  

I know exactly who you are!

Let me get out peacefully.
I can explain.

[ Clicking ]

The door appears
to be stuck.

[ Grunts ]

Oh, pickle juice!

Hey!

That guy non fatally
knocked that cop out!

Wait, is that
the bad criminal guy?!

Get him!

Wait, no!

[ Grunts ]

Is that the zoo's escaped gator
we've been looking for?

I reckon we ought to catch him
and find out.

[ Whack! ]

[ Groans ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Groans ]

Hey, buddy, read the sign!

Uh oh.

Buddy, where you going?

Us angry mob were wondering
if you had any pitchforks.

Buddy, you buy a pitchfork,

and you get a torch free
right now!

[ Grunts ]

My precious screws!

[ Grunts, groans ]

Oh, pickle juice.

Hey, you got to pay
for those!

[ Indistinct yelling ]

You really done it this time,
Mr. Gus.

[ Angry mob shouting ]

[ Groans happily ]

[ Groans ]

Got to hide.
Got to hide.

All the good trash
is at the bottom.

What to join our g*ng?

It's the perfect crime.

Hey!

The dangerous criminal
bad guy!

The gator!

The hardware vandal!

[ Groans ]

[ Angry mob shouting ]

Phew!

Wait a second.

Excuse me.
I'm Mr. Gus.

Where do I go
for my photo sh**t?

My bad, Mr. Gus.

I did not realize you were
so droopy in person.

Let's get you in with
the stylist, shall we?

Working from the bottom up,
I see.

Okay, we're all set,
people.

Let's do this thing!

Don't take the photo
without some touchup!

[ Camera flashes ]

Well, it wasn't what I'd hoped,
but after the sh**t,

the stylist did help me
fix my face,

with some improvements.

I found it, Pizza Steve!

Wait, Uncle Grandpa.
[ Grunts ]

Oh, no!

[ Meows ]

Oh!

The horror!

You ruined his face, Uncle G!

He looks so ugly!

[ Crying ]

Quick, somebody bring me
a mirror.

[ Screams ]

[ Grunts ]

It was a day just like
any other day.

Only this day was different
than most days.

I'd been on a case that had
no end in sight.

I just couldn't connect
the dots on this one.

I was as stumped as a tree

that had been cut down to just
the base of the trunk.

In this business, you're either
cut out for the job

or the job cuts you out,

or there's cutouts of you
on the job.

But arts and crafts
didn't crack cases.

The air smelled of honeysuckle
and grape lollipops.

I've never been a fan of grape.

But when times get tough,

you take what you can get
in this world.

[ Door opens, closes ]

That's when she came in.

Hello, Detective.

She had the longest eyelashes
I'd ever seen,

but her perfume
kind of reeked

of window cleaner
and old salami.

Ugh.

Oh, I'm saying that out loud,
aren't I?

Yes, but  

It doesn't matter.
Can I offer you a lollipop?

Sure.
Okay.

Would you like
a lollipop?

I can't tell
what flavor's what.

Oh, sorry.
Hang on.

There you go.

Oh, thank you.

No problem.

I'm actually here
because I need your help.

She seemed like the kind of dame
who would ask you for help,

then leave you helpless while
you were looking for help.

What's that
supposed to mean?

Oops. Was I thinking
out loud again?

No.
That guy was.

Sorry, I'll leave.

I was told to come see you
about a problem.

Well, it doesn't take much
to see the problems

of two lonely people don't
amount to a hill of baked beans

in this lonely world.

I don't even know
what that means.

That's him, Mommy!

That's the man who stole
my puzzle book!

Stole?!

I thought you hired me
to solve it.

No, I just asked if you had
a pen on you.

The kid was sharp.

Not the kind of kid you want
tarnishing your name.

Okay, okay,
stop tarnishing my name!

Here's your
puzzle book back.

And so another day
come to pass.

Another case for the books.

Another book for the case.

Another bookcase
for the office.

And what I can only
imagine as

the beginning of a beautiful
credit sequence.