04x26 - Flexed/After Dark

[bunniefuu]

♪ One, two...
One, two three, four ♪

♪ La, la , la
la, la, la, la , la ♪

♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

Well, who would have thunk it!

A fancy new fitness gym
opening right here in our neighborhood.

No wonder I've seen
so many half naked riffraff roaming about.

Not that I'm complaining.

[all gasping]

Feels funky in here.

Greetings, mates!

Welcome to
the Fit 'n' Flex.

My name is Jim
and I'm the owner of this gym.

[chuckles] Jim's Gym.

How delightfully appropriate.

I don't follow!

Anyway. Here at Fit 'n' Flex,
we've got state of the art cardio.

Top of the line weights.

And a juice bar.

Your first workout is free,

so take a gander about
and have a go!

Or don't, I'm not your dad.

Shall we gander about Gramma?

[groans] No, thanks.

My workout of choice
is huntin' wild boar.

You go ahead and have fun
exploring, though.

I'm gonna see
if they have any

top of the line chairs
to sit on.

Guess that
just leaves us boys...

What do you want to do,
Cricket?

Whatever it takes
to get yoked.

Cricky wants big g*ns.

[grunts]

You know, son, it's been a while
since I worked out at a gym.

But I've spent lots of time
working out on the farm.

One might call me
a weightlifting...

- Flexpert.
- Woooow!

Hey, I've got an idea!

How about I show you the ropes
in the weight room?

Woooo! Gonna get buff
with my dad.

Eh, these people would never
survive in the w*r.

What the... Gloria?
What are you doin' here?

Oh, hey Alice! I'm trying to workout
with a personal trainer.

I figured that would give me
a little extra motivation.

And the motivation is gone.

My trainer
just canceled on me.

[groans] This is what I get
for getting up off the couch.

You need a personal trainer
to get you motivated?

I love yellin' at people.

How 'bout I train ya?

Well... I mean, your screams
do motivate me at the cafe.

- Drop and give me 20!
- [exclaims]

[chuckles] This is gonna be
a piece of cake.

Woooowie!

Look at all this stuff!

It's like a dang gym
from the future.

Come on! Go, go, go!

[grunting]

Things sure have changed
since my days working out in the barn.

But no matter, our muscles
still work the same.

So, what should we do first,
Dad?

This pulley down thing
looks simple enough.

You just gotta lift
this guy up and... [groans]

Ah, yes. Strengthens the head.

I think we'd be better off

if we started
with this presser up thing right here.

[groaning]

Yep, this one's broken.

Heh. let's see.

Ah! Now we're talking.

Let's start with some
classic dumbbell curls.

Dumbbell curls?
What are those?

Son, they are only
the most thrilling

- high intensity lift you can possibly do.
- Woah!

Now watch this.

[hissing] One.

Two.

Three.

What have we here?

These machines appear to be
highly advanced tread pods

with wrap around 180° screens
for ultimate immersion.

Careful there, love!

Those machines
can get pretty intense.

Thank you for the warning,
Mr. Jim, but I should be just fine.

Now, let's see here...

- No, no, definitely not.
- [beeping]

Ooh! The French Countryside.
This should be pleasant!

Just a nice little stroll,
then right back to the real...

My word!

I've been transported.

It's so immersive!

- Le bah.
- And so French!

The gym
is truly a magical place!

Come on, Gloria!

Is that all you've got?
Push it!

Hup, two, three, four, four!

You call that down dog?

That ain't even a puppy.

Come on, maggot!

If you stop you die!

No! Not dying...

Still living--
living my best life!

- [laughing maniacally]
- What?

I thought Gloria would quit
after a few minutes.

She just keeps going.

And now I'm exhausted.

How am I gonna get her
to stop?

If you keep punching
like that, you're gonna pass out!

[gasps]

- [thuds]
- Uh, well, sleep tight little angel.

Hm. Boxing could work.

Seven.

- Eight.
- Dad, I'm bored.

Can we please use those
fancy machines over there?

Now, hold on, son.

That equipment should only be used
by a weightlifting flexpert.

But I thought
you were a weightlifting flexpert.

I am.

Which is why I think
we're finally ready for those machines!

Come on, let's go get yoked.

Woohoo!
My dad's a flexpert!

[sighs] Goodness me.

The French countryside
is delightful.

Oh my, it appears I've reached
the outskirts of a majestic kingdom!

I must greet
its loyal subjects!

[mumbles, groans]

Bonjour, fellow traveler.

Are you a local
to these parts?

Um... you doing okay, kid?

Oh, I'm just wonderful,
kindly hog monger.

- What did you call me?
- [giggling]

Truly enchanted.

- [bell dinging]
- [gasps] Oh, no.

All these innocent villagers,
they've been tortured!

- Ow!
- I can't even bear to look at it.

The horror...

We are kind of gross-looking.

Who could have done
something like this?

- [gasps]
- [swords clashing]

Warring knights!

I see now,
all this destruction...

it's because the kingdom
is besieged by the enemy.

Arm yourselves, citizens!
We are at w*r!

Run for your lives!

Take cover where you can!

- Hm, what's gotten into Tilly?
- Who knows?

She's probably just feeling
those good endorphins. Like me!

- [grunting]
- [groans]

You must be getting tired.

- How about a break?
- [laughs] I'm just warming up.

Come on, say something mean
to make me hit you!

Okay. Your lattes
taste like sidewalk chalk!

Puh-lease! I hear that stuff
at work every day!

You can do better than that!

- [Gloria grunting]
- I gotta do better

if I'm gonna
get out of this in one piece.

Ooh, ooh, ooh!
I want to try that one, Dad! [grunts]

All right, so tell me,
what am I doing?

Okay, um... So you're gonna wanna
wrap your legs around the...

Knee... balizer.

Like this?

And then you use
the pulley thing

and take the backamatic and...

- Oh!
- Like this?

Looking swole, son!

Whoa! Bro! You gotta tell him
to be careful, bro.

If he doesn't keep
his back straight,

he could pull
his latissimus dorsi, bro.

I know that.
I was just gonna say that.

Wow, you really know
your stuff, Dad!

How do you do that one?

Ah, one of those
inversion machines.

Watch and learn, son.

See, you put your feet
in these straps here,

and you lean back against the board...
[screams, breathes heavily]

- So like, was that supposed to happen?
- Um...

Of course!
This is the position you need to be in

to work on your, uh... tummius
biggus.

[groans, sighs] See?

Why don't you try a machine
on your own, while I finish my set?

Okay! [cheering] [laughing]

- This is bad.
- Fear, not peasants!

I procured weapons to
defend yourselves!

Tilly! Thank goodness
my little angel is here.

Get me out of this thing!

Why would I help you,
criminal scum?

Huh? But Tilly, it's me!
Yer Dad!

Well, Yerdad, you deserve every moment
you spend in these shackles.

Let your punishment
serve as a warning to all!

Now I must go.

The enemy has breached the
castle walls!

I must stop them!

This is really bad.

Okay, Alice,
you got me blindfolded.

What's this supposed to do?

- [grunting]
- It's to train your reflexes.

And you won't know
if and when I'm comin' at ya,

so just stay on your toes
and I'll be right...

[snoring]
Gramma, Gramma...

[grunting]
All right, bring it on!

- [gasps]
- I will destroy you!

You wish to bout, dark knight?

Then ye shall taste my blade.

- Viva la France!
- [both grunting]

Okay, Cricky, your father has imparted
all his weightlifting wisdom onto you.

Time to use it!

Oh, this'll be easy-peasy...
[strained] ...pretty squeezy!

Daddy! Save me!

Oh, no, Cricket!
Somebody get him out of there!

[muffled] Hello!
Is anybody listening?

- My boy is trapped!
- [grunting]

Oh, no. Come on, Bill.

Invert! Invert!

- [groans]
- [grunts] Hiyah!

Gloria! Thank
goodness!

Quick, help me
get out of...

- [exclaims] What the...
- Yeah!

Canon fire!

Oh, nope. That's just my Papa.

[screaming]

Whoa, that guy's getting huge.

Oh, he's getting huger!

- Hang on Cricket!
- Turn it off, turn it off!

I'm trying.

[beeping]

I don't know
how to work this thing!

Come on, Dad,
I can taste my eardrums!

Okay, Bill, you may not
get these fancy machines

but you do know
about lifting something heavy.

From the life on the farm!

[grunting]

[machine] Error. Error.
Swole overload.

- [grunts]
- [screams]

I got you.
Everything's gonna be okay.

It most certainly is not!

Look at what you've done
to the place!

The gym's a bloody mess
from your family's antics!

What do you have to say
for yourself?

Well...

- [grunts]
- [groans]

I'll bill you for the damage!

He's funny.

[sighs] Cricket, you probably
didn't notice, but I didn't have a clue

what I was doing in there
with all those fancy weights.

- Oh, I noticed.
- I should have told you the truth.

I guess I just wanted you
to think I was cool.

Aw, that's okay.

You saved me
from gettin' crushed!

That's pretty cool to me.

[chuckles] Hey,
I guess you're right.

And I went insane
from a holographic tread pod!

Well done, sweetie.

That was
the best workout ever!

Will you train me again
sometime, Alice?

My body would never allow it.

Well, I think
we did it family.

The Greens got yoked!

Learn from my mistake, Remy.

Never try to stick
your entire head inside a cow's mouth.

- [yelps] It's just like the cow!
- [gasps]

There's gonna be a drone show
at the Big City waterfront tonight.

[spits] What's a drone show?

It's an epic aerial display
of drones.

They work together
in a synchronized fleet

and light up and create
animations in the sky.

Wow. I've always wanted
to go to one of those,

ever since I first heard
about what they were just now.

- [clucking]
- Tilly wants to go, too.

Great. I'll get us tickets.

♪ We're going
to a drone show ♪

♪ We're going to a drone show ♪

Hold on.

It looks like the drone show
begins pretty late at night.

There's no way Papa
would let us attend.

[groans] Dad.

He never lets me have any fun.

I'm gonna go
to that drone show

and I'm not gonna let Dad
stop me.

Yeah, I don't know, Cricket.

Whenever you break your dad's rules,
you end up in huge trouble.

Well, what if
I don't break his rules?

Just outsmart them.

- Rules.
- [screams]

Cricket. I'm chopping
vegetables here.

Rules.
They seem black and white.

But are they really?

Where is this going?

Imagine, if you will,
a starving child.

Surely it would be acceptable
to steal some bread and feed them, right?

Uh...

Now let's say
your child was starving,

starving to attend
a drone show...

[clears throat]
past his curfew.

I have no problem with you
going to a drone show.

But you can't stay out
past your curfew.

What time is their curfew,
Mr. Green

When it gets dark out.

But what is dark?

That's a relative term,
is it not?

When the streetlights turn on,
you must be home.

But surely one can't just
magically teleport into the house,

the second
the streetlights turn on.

So a grace period for the journey home
must be granted, right?

Okay.
When the streetlights turn on,

you have five minutes
to get inside this house

or you'll have to do
the dishes for a whole month.

A month? Hmm.

So, I don't have to be
in the house

until five minutes
after the streetlights turn on?

- Yep.
- Deal.

Ah... hmm.

Why are you so happy, Cricket?

It seemed like your dad
outsmarted you at every turn.

Oh, did he Remy?
Or did I play him like a two-bit tuba

and get him to agree
to terms favorable to moi.

But Papa said you must be home
within five...

...five minutes
of the streetlights turning on.

Exactly.

But if they don't turn on
then technically I don't have to be home.

So I'm gonna make sure
they never turn on.

- Hiyah! [groans]
- [thuds]

Ouch.

[grunts] Oh,
you're going down, street light.

[grunts, groans, thuds]

[screaming] Oh!

- Yeah.
- Cricket, stop.

No drone show was worth this.

Oh, this isn't just about
a drone show, Remy.

It's about outsmarting my dad.

- Huh?
- [motor whirring]

Hey, electricity man, can you make
the streetlights not light the streets?

No can dosies.

The streetlights automatically turn on
at night unless there's a power outage.

Speaking of which, the city
has issued a flex alert.

So don't run
any unnecessary appliances

or we might end up
with a total blackout.

Hmm.

Total blackout, you say?

I do say. [laughing]

Hey, I know I'm sharing a lot
of hyper specific info with you kids.

I just love
talking electricity-- oh, they're gone.

Dang, Remy.
You have so many appliances.

Yeah. My dad has a debilitating condition
known as sleep shopping.

- [snoring]
- [cash register dinging]

So we end up
with a lot of useless junk.

Well, they're useless no more.

If we run all your appliances
at the same time,

it'll drain the city's power
and cause a total blackout.

Which means no curfew
for Cricky.

Tilly, where's your brother?

He walked off mischievously,
rubbing his hands together and cackling.

Oh, jeez,
that's almost always bad.

Well,
he'll have to be home soon.

It's getting dark out.

It's getting dark out!
Hurry, Remy!

I'm trying, I'm trying.

We're so close,
we just need more power.

But we've plugged in
every major appliance in the house.

Then find me minor appliances.

[gasps] I have just the thing.

- My Mr. Snuggie Buggy nightlight.
- Woah!

It's time for you
to fulfill your destiny.

Do it, plug it in.

Oh, man.
I really thought that'd work.

- [screaming]
- It's working.

[Cricket laughing maniacally]

- [electricity crackling]
- The power went out.

- Seems so.
- And the streetlights aren't coming on.

That's a mighty
strong coincidence

that the power would go out
right before... [gasps]

I don't need to be
in the house

until five minutes
after the streetlights turn on.

- [laughing]
- The boy.

He thinks he outsmarted me,
but he can't outsmart... smart Bill.

- [panting]
- When the Papa is away, Tilly shall play.

[both] ♪ We're going
to a drone show ♪

♪ We're going
to a drone show ♪

♪ Dad tried to set a rule,
but we found a loophole ♪

Wow, I can't believe
we actually pulled it off.

I know, right? A perfect plan
with absolutely no consequence.

[screaming] It's so dark.

- I can't see!
- [woman screaming]

Power's out in the whole city?

I gotta figure out
what's going on. Hmm?

Excuse me, sir.

Sir?

Any idea when the power
and the streetlights will be back on?

Well, the breaker blew
and repairing it will take all night

unless that wind turbine
starts turning again.

Unfortunately,
there's no wind.

If only there was some other
way to get it to move.

Some other way, you say.

There I go again,
just blabbing about electricity.

And you're gone too.

We made it, Remy.

Ooh! Looks like the show's
about to start. Come on, let's go.

All right, Bill.

Time to get
these street lights turned back on.

[inhales, blows]

[sighs] Of course
that wouldn't work.

Come on, use your brain.

Hmm. You want to be stubborn, huh?

[grunts] Ah-ha.

- Uh-oh, woah! [screaming]
- [water splashing]

[breathing heavily]
Is this really happening, Bill?

Are you really gonna
let your son outsmart you?

My son outsmarted me once,
and now he treats me like I'm a moron.

"You're just
a drone show operator, dad.

All you gotta do
is hit a few buttons.

Any idiot could do that."
[crying]

Any idiot you say?

Oh, those glorious lights illuminate
the beauty of besting my father.

And I didn't even have to break his rules
because I outsmarted-ed him.

[all] Did you?
Turn around.

No, just cricket.

Just halfway.

Uh, this is just starting
to get ridiculous.

- Dad?!
- Hello, my clever, clever son.

Uh, what are you doing here?

I haven't broken my curfew.

You said I didn't have to be home
until five minutes after

the streetlights came on
and they never came on.

That was the deal.

Interesting you say that,
because I was thinking

I'd give Big City a hand
with its power problems.

What are you doing?

[electricity crackling]

- [screams]
- Would you look at that,

streetlights are on.

Huh?

You've got exactly five minutes
to make it inside our house

or you'll be washing dishes
for a month.

Tick tock, Cricket.
Tick tock.

Tick tock, Cricket.

Ah! Oh, you're right.
Oh, okay.

[panting]

- Uh, what's the...
- It was so dark.

We walked into so many walls.

[people grunting]

- [panting]
- Three minutes, Cricket.

Better hurry up.

Speak for yourself.

Ah!

Hey, good thing
to turn the power back on.

See you at home, Dad.

[mockingly] See you at home,
Dad.

[grunting]

- [horns honking]
- Huh?

[laughing,
laughing in slow motion]

[gasps] Ah-ha!

- Huh?
- Tick tock, Dad.

Hope you're ready
to wash some dishes.

I'm thinking burnt sloppy Joes
and baked-on mac and cheese.

- [grunts]
- You're gonna miss your curfew.

[grunting] I've still got


What are you doing?

I've still got
a few seconds left.

Our agreement was that
you had to be in the house

within five minutes
of the streetlights turning on.

But I never said
I had to let you in.

- Huh?
- [beeping]

No!

You know, you never specified
how clean the dishes need to be.

So, technically, I could just
do a terrible job washing them.

Uh-huh.

Also, you said I had to do the dishes,

but you didn't say
I had to do all of them.

So again, technically,
I could just wash two dishes and be done.

- Clever.
- Eh!

Now keep scrubbing.

You know, I said
you had to wash the dishes for a month,

but I never specified
which month.

You could have argued
to do them in, say, a hundred years.

[chuckles] Hey, not bad.

You really know your stuff.

When you get as old as me
you don't miss much.

Night-night, Papa.

Good night,
my sweet little angel.

♪ I got sweat in my eyes ♪

♪ Lost a bet and got bit
by a hundred flies ♪

♪ I fell out a big ol' tree ♪

♪ Hit every branch
and scraped up both my knees ♪

♪ I got chased by dogs ♪

♪ Licked by a frog ♪

♪ Got a rash on my legs ♪

♪ Dropped a dozen eggs ♪

♪ I got splinters
in seven of ten ♪

♪ And tomorrow,
I'll do it all again ♪