04x10 - Mr. Gus Moves Out

[bunniefuu]

Can I borrow that spoon?

[ Kaboom! ]

[ Cow moos ]

[ Cow moos ]

[ Yawns ]

Mr. Gus!

You ran out of oatmeal
for us to eat.

Mr. Gus!

Hey, Mr. Gus!

I just bought
some yesterday.

[ Groans ]

Good morning,
Pizza Steve.

Great
breakfast sculpture.

It's hard to get
my ripping ab details

when Mr. Gus
is out of cotton swabs.

Just tell Mr. Gus.

He'll go to the store.

Mr. Gus!
Are you up, Mr. Gus?

We need more cotton swabs!

[ Groans ]

[ Buzzing ]

Grrrrr!

Nope, not gonna
let it get to me.

Toilet paper tightrope!
Toilet paper tightrope!

Toilet paper
tightrope!

Toilet paper tightrope!
W W Whoa!

[ Both laugh ]

Huh?

[ Wind gusting ]

Grrrrr!

I can calmly deal with this.

Excuse me, y'all.

We're out
of toilet paper.

Please leave
my books alone.

And have any of y'all
seen my comb?

[ Gasps ]

[ Spring! Spring! ]

[ Stretch! Spring! ]

Haven't seen it.

Uncle Grandpa,
I'm sure it was a mistake,

but that is
clearly my hairbrush.

May I have it back,
please?

Oh, sorry, Mr. Gus.
Thank you.

Now I'll just get dressed
and pick up our groceries.

[ Screams ]
[ Bats squeaking ]

Could anybody
perchance tell me

why so many bats
were congregated in my bedroom?!

We brought them in
to eat the flies.

Where'd the flies
come from?

Uh, duh!

From the monkey
we put in your room.

What monkey?
The one we got...

to protect
my oatmeal statue.

We weren't expecting ants,
though.

[ Steam whistling ]
[ Grunting ]

That's it!

I am
definitely moving out!

I can't take it anymore!

Where you gonna go?
Anywhere!

You two
are the worst roommates ever!
Yeah, sure.

Hey, when you come
back, can you pick up
the groceries we need?

You're not even
listening to me.

I'm leaving!

You're right!

This record is great!

Fine!
[ Door slams ]

Mr. Gus went for groceries  
finally.

Now let's watch
some TV!

But how do
we turn the TV on?

Mr. Gus always did that.

Hmm.

Hmm.

TV on!

TV on!!

How could Mr. Gus
leave us like this?

How selfish!

Mr. Gus left a note.

"I moved out.
Mr. Gus."

I thought
he went to get groceries.

Oh, wait. "P. S.  
I'm not getting groceries."

We have
to get him back!

But he could be anywhere.

Wait.
Check the back.

"P.P.S.  
I'm at Peaceful Meadows."

Let's get Mr. Gus back.

And the TV turned on.

Now, this is living.

Got this whole apartment
to myself.

Everything is so nice and clean.

I don't even need this witty
cross stitching anymore.

Yep. [ Sighs ]

Now I can finally enjoy
some delicious oatmeal

with no inconsiderate roommates
to annoy me.

[ Pounding on door ]
Mr. Gus!

Mr. Gus,
please come back!

We need you
around the RV.

Mr. Gus: No!
Go away!

Read the sign.

"No soliciting?"

But, Mr. Gus,
we're not solicitors.

The other sign.

"No ex roommates"?

Aw, but, Mr. Gus!
No!

You read my signs.
Now read my lips.

Hang on.

[ Stretch! ]
[ Grunting ]

I don't want to live with you
guys as roommates no more.

This place
is perfect for me.

Now please
get off my doorstep.

Well, Pizza Steve, guess
Mr. Gus is on his own now.

We'll never get
our TV turned on.

[ Crying ]

Put those tears away,
Uncle G...

'cause check it out.

The apartment next door
is for rent.

I'm not sure
I understand

how that will help us get
Mr. Gus to come back home.

If he thought we were
the worst roommates ever,

we could move in next door and
be the worst neighbors ever.

So worse, he'd have to
come back to the RV with us.

Bingo.

There's nothing
like reading some Dostoyevsky

in the comfort of my own home.

[ Rattling,
loud rock music plays ]

[ Sighs ]

Guess I'm gonna have to deal
with some noisy neighbors.

I could always wear these
noise canceling headphones.

Still beats living
with disrespectful roommates.

Dang it!

Looks like it's on
to phase two, Uncle G.

Uncle G?

Hold on, Pizza Steve.

I'm about to let
the "beat" drop.

Okay, I'm ready.

♪♪

So, wait. For phase two, are we
gonna flood Mr. Gus' apartment

with cabbage and bean stew?

No, no, no, no,
no, no, no.

We're going to stink him
out of that apartment

and back to us.

But that cabbage and bean stew

doesn't really smell
too stinky to me.

Oh, it will
after you eat it.

Now open wide.

Okay.

[ Glug! Glug! Glug! ]

[ Grunts ]

What's supposed to happen now,
Pizza Steve?



[ Farting ]

h* h* h*!

Now we're cooking.

[ Farting continues ]

Oh, Dostoyevsky,
you are the living end.

[ Chuckles, slurps ]

[ Coughing ]

Where is that putrid stench
coming from?

Ugh.
Neighbors again.

Probably cooking up
some nasty stew.

Guess I could always wear these
smell canceling nose plugs.

[ Nasally ]
Still beats living

with
those inconsiderate roommates.

Dang it!

[ Whap! ]
Kah!

All right, Uncle G.

Time to move on
to phase three.

Okay, Pizza Steve.
[ Farts ]

Ready when you are.

[ Plink! ]

What the...

How's your bath time going,
Uncle G?

Great, Pizza Steve.

Keep the water coming.

Can do.

Man, there's probably
some leaky galvanized pipes

in this old building.

But I'm not gonna
let it bother me.

As long I got my water canceling
umbrella, I'll be all right.

Besides, anything is better

than living with
those disrespectful roommates.

Well, being terrible neighbors
sure didn't work.

Maybe we got to take it
to the next level.

You got any ideas
to get Mr. Gus

to move back in with us,
Uncle G?

Uncle G,
what are you doing?

What the heck
is that thing?

Yo, Uncle G!

Oh, sorry, Pizza Steve.

I was just assembling
this soul vacuum I got online.

It can suck our souls
right out of our bodies

in case we ever wanted
to haunt someone.

[ Gasps ]
That's it!

Uncle G, you're a genius.

I am?
Yes.

We can use your soul vacuum
to haunt Mr. Gus

out of that apartment
and back to the RV.

Then he'll turn the TV on
for us whenever we need.

Come on in.

The water's fine.

Okay.

Hang on a second.

This thing is safe, right?

Uh, it has
these seat belt thingies.

Well, then let's do this.

[ Thunder crashes ]

[ Machine powers on ]

[ Electricity crackling ]

[ Warbling ]

[ Grunting ]

[Indistinct whispering]

[ Electricity crackling ]

[ Whack! Whack! Whack! ]

Whoa.

Our lifeless bodies
look pretty creepy.

Not as creeped out
as Mr. Gus is gonna look

after we pay him a visit.

Oh, yeah, son!

Uncle G,
let's get haunting.

Yes!

Russian philosophy
is highly underrated.

[ Glass shatters ]
Huh?

Hmm.
That's a little strange.

No worries, though.

I've got this pre lit candle.

[ Wind blows ]

Hmm. Maybe a gust of wind
had something to do with that.

Aah!

[ Grind! ]

O kay.

[ Squeak! ]

[ Grunts ]

"Buuu"?
I don't get it.

Pizza Steve: [ Sighs ]
Give me that!

Uncle Grandpa: Sorry.

What the heck
is going on here?

[ Both moan ]

[ Both scream ]

Aaaaaahhh!

Aaaaaahhhh!
[ Thud ]

[ Panting ]

All right!
Look!

It worked, Uncle G.
Yes!

[ Breathing heavily ]

Guys...

before you say anything,
I'm sorry I left you like that.

I'll try to be more
understanding and tolerant

from now on.

But right now,
we got to get far away

from that haunted apartment.

[ Grunting ]

We're going far away,

where those ghosts
will never find me.

[ Tires screech ]

Uh oh.

Mr. Gus is leaving
with our bodies.

Don't we need those,
Pizza Steve?

Ah, let him go.

Check it out.

This place has a state 
of the art high definition TV.

So we can watch
all our favorite shows

in contemporary
aspect ratios?

That's right.

And with
this updated technology,

turning it on
should be a breeze.

[ Bloop! ]

[ Bloop! ]

[ Bloop! Bloop! ]

[ Bloop! Bloop! Bloop! Bloop! ]

I think
we may have a problem.

Uh oh.

Noooo!
Noooo!

♪♪

That was
quite delicious.