02x15 - You've Got Math Adventure

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BEEF: Okay, everybody,

let's get going to Maude's All Day.

It's group soup night
and I'm worried

they might run out
of cauliflower bisque.

That would ruin my plans to say

"bisque me on the lips"
as I take my first bite.

I'm more worried they'll
run out of those big spoons.

I love clinking spoons
with you guys

- in the middle of the community pot.
- Well, have fun, guys.

Remember, Honeybee and I
are staying home

- for our double shark dinner.
- Shark dinner?

It's about time
we start eating them back.

Actually, we're watching
Shark Week

and I'm waiting on a call
from Shark t*nk.

Wolf and I sent them
a bunch of business ideas

along with the house number
to ensure there would be

no risk of bad cell connection
when Barbara says,

- "Your valuation is insane."
- Oh, my God, chills.

And plus, group soup
is a no for me.

I don't like food
you can't see the bottom of.

Could be anything down there.
A bunch of nickels,

a syringe, a wet wig. Mm-mmm.
You guys are too trusting.

Tonight's Shark Week event is
a show about two shark brothers

who eat an eel from both ends
like it's a Fruit by the Foot.

Ugh. I checked the mailbox,
and still no report cards.

They were supposed
to come this week.

I can't wait anymore, so
here's my reaction now, ready?

[shrieks]
All A's? And coolest student?

What the... Wha... Wow!
I mean, why would they

even put that
on a report card, you know?

In fact, they usually don't.
They had to print this one

specially for me.
They had to send it out

to a printing place and they got
it back and they were like,

"Okay, now we'll send it
to Judy. [giggles]

It's about her. She won."
[short giggle]

Maybe they're not sending report
cards this year, to save paper.

That might be right.

Yesterday, in the school bathroom,
the toilet paper had no paper

and just one big wad of gum in it.

It got the job done,
but I didn't love it.

Guys, if we don't leave
for group soup right now

I am father-divorcing you.

Dad, no!
Everybody, let's go, go, go!

Bye and have fun,
my Wolf Wife of Wall Street.

Bye.
Have fun eating your gross soup.

Aw, hello, shark.
Ooh, goodbye, leg.

WOLF: Good Charlotte, this
bisque does not missque.

Anybody mind if I take
my little bread boat

for a sail
on these creamy waters?

- Ahoy, son.
- You guys let me know

when you need a re-bisque.
Hey, isn't that your car?

HAM: Oh. That moose
is cleaning our car for us.

Actually, Ham, moose do that
because they like the road salt

that kicks up onto the car
when you drive.

Wow, he is really going to town.

Feels a little intimate, actually.

I'm just gonna
look over here. Oh, no,

the way Santiago is eating
his group soup all alone

also looks too intimate.
Where can I look?

Should we go shoo him off, Dad?

There are signs up all over
saying not to let moose do that.

Moose are very dangerous,
but we're safely inside.

Let's just let him enjoy himself
for a brief moment.

Great. We'll eat our group soup
and he'll eat our car.

HONEYBEE: Thanks for
staying back with me, Moon.

Don't tell the family this, but
I'm the only Tobin who doesn't

enjoy group soup. Ugh,
I'm with you on the wet wig.

- [phone rings]
- Ooh! Could be Shark t*nk.

Honeybee Shaw, She-E-O speaking.

Oh, uh, Dwayne Gibbons,
Lone Moose School principal.

Is Beef home?
I'm calling to talk about

the report cards we mailed over.

He's not home and the report
cards haven't arrived yet.

Huh. I sent them last week
with plenty

of Frasier-themed postage...
two Niles and a Daphne.

- I can pass on a message.
- Sure. I'd like to discuss

- Moon's failing grade in math.
- Oh, no.

His teacher, Mrs. Hill,
agreed to let him take

a make-up test on Monday.
But I'm afraid

if he doesn't pass,
we'll have to hold him back.

- Hmm. I'll let Beef know.
- Was it the sharks?

Is Mr. Wonderful
as great as his name implies?

Moon, we got to talk
about the report cards.

- Disagree.
- I heard about the math grade

and the make-up test
on Monday, too.

Ugh! Okay, fine.
I'm just embarrassed

because everybody else
in my family is great at math.

I hear you. I'm a big ideas
person, not a numbers person.

I pretended I got my tonsils out
six times in a row

in high school so I didn't
have to take the algebra unit.

I told my teacher
they kept growing back.

- So smart.
- Then I did the same thing

- with appendixes in pre-calc.
- Another solid idea.

- I should write these down.
- But I eventually did

have to pass it
to get my associate's degree.

Maybe I could help you
pass that make-up test.

- I don't think that's possible.
- How about this...

I'll wait to tell your dad
if you let me try.

Fine. Now can we please
get back to watching

America's Funniest Shark att*cks?

The att*cks aren't necessarily
laugh-out-loud hilarious,

but the sound effects help a lot.

All right, let's carefully get
in the car on the moose-free side.

He'll be scared off
once I start the engine.

I am normally very against
interrupting a make-out sesh,

but in this case I'll allow it.

Huh. Maybe once we start
moving, he'll take the hint.

[bellows]

Oh, no! We created a Romeo
and Juliet kind of thing.

He only wants the van more now
that he knows it's forbidden.

I'll drive slow,
so as to not to hurt him,

but hopefully he loses interest.

Aw. Is it just me, or is this
very, very, very romantic?

Okay, quickly, everyone,
go, go, go, go.

HONEYBEE: What's with the
moose on your caboose?

He walked alongside our car
all the way home.

'Cause he's in love with our van.

They make a pretty cute couple.
And just imagine

those eventual babies.
Aw, vroom, vroom.

He's just enjoying the road salt.

I'm sure he'll be gone by morning.

- Do we call animal control?
- I wish. The animal control number

goes straight to a pre-recorded
message that says,

"You can handle this."

WOLF: Good morning,
my Honey-queen.

What's with the school setup?
Oh, is this a sex thing?

Are-are you my teacher?

I need help, you know, studying
for my, uh, uh, sex exam?

No. Stop. It's not a sex thing.

It's for your little brother.
I'm tutoring him.

He's failing math, but
they're letting him take

a make-up test, and I
think I could actually help.

I love that you're helping
my littlest bro.

He's my littlest bro now, too.
Oh, but please

don't tell the rest of your
family he's having trouble.

Secret's safe with me, and
let me know if you guys want

my help. I'm a real Math-thew
Mc-Counting-hey myself.

- You are?
- Oh, yeah. Listen to this one.

- One, two.
- Go on.

- Three, four.
- Hell yeah, babe.

The moose is still here?
Okay, so we know one thing:

- he's a gentleman.
- Hmm. Yep, this is a problem.

HONEYBEE: Moon. Welcome
to class. I'm Ms. Lefontaine.

It's just me, Honeybee,
but I've always wanted my name

to be Annabelle Lefontaine.
It's gorgeous.

Well, Ms. Lefontaine, I'm sorry,
but there is no point

in you tutoring me.
There's a specific reason

why I'm very bad at math.
It's genetic.

- And it can't be fixed.
- But your family is good at math.

Right. But I'm not like them,

and I don't want them
to find out why. The truth is,

the man I call Dad...
Beef Tobin...

isn't my real father.

Okay, back up. Why do you
think Beef isn't your dad?

I always thought
I was so similar

to the rest of my family,
but once this math thing

came up last week,
I started to pick up on

all the other things
that are different about me.

My hair is dark, I'm short,
I also roll out my toothpaste

from the bottom to the top,
they all just

squeeze it out willy-nilly,
like total monsters.

Ugh, they really do. But, Moon, I
don't think that proves anything.

Look, it's as clear as day.
Dad's not my dad.

I've narrowed it down to
three men I think it could be,

and I'm putting together a plan
to investigate them.

Moon, I'm very sure
you're a true Tobin.

But I have always wanted
to do a Mamma Mia!

How 'bout this:
I help you check out

these potential papas,
and you let me tutor you for your

- make-up test while we're doing it.
- Deal.

Also, I don't think you should
tell your dad about this.

Of course not.
The truth would crush him.

I'm his favorite.

I'm not sure how we do it, but we've got

to get rid of that moose.
For his safety and ours.

Okay, hear me out.
How about I get a moose costume

and also a moose-sized
French maid outfit?

I put them both on,
and I'll be a sexy lady moose.

He'll be so distracted
by my sultry strut,

the moose will leave the van
alone to come flirt with me.

Or what if we show him another
car to distract him instead?

- That's worth a try, Judy.
- Oh, and put the car

- in the French maid outfit.
- I love it.

Okay. So you think this random
truck driver is your real dad?

- I don't see it.
- I've seen him driving around town,

and there's something un-bear-ably
similar about both of us.

HONEYBEE: You mean how his
flappy hat kind of looks

- like your bear suit?
- Bingo.

HONEYBEE: Moon, look.
He has Florida plates.

I have Florida heritage?

- That explains why I love sunshine.
- Uh-oh, he's leaving.

Sir! Hi there.
I see you're from Florida.

Yeah, I've been doing
this Florida-Alaska drive

twice a week for just under
seven years, ma'am.

- Twice a week?
- Yep. I've only been in accidents.

I tend to fall asleep
at the wheel

'cause I keep
the heat in here on max.

You are very sweaty, my friend.

Well, I'm also
chock-full of amphetamines.

I don't even know
if you two are real.

Anyway, I got a thousand miles
to drive tonight.

See ya, possible ghosts.

See? He's only driven here
for seven years.

You were born in
Alaska ten years ago.

There's no way
he's secretly your dad.

- I know.
- Also, he said he has to drive

a thousand miles today.
Let's say he only has

ten hours to drive.
What speed should he go

in order to make it
to his next stop?

I don't know.
Nine million miles per hour?

I told you I'm bad at math.

Or you just need an in...
your way of connecting to math

that helps you understand it.
For me, it was when

I needed to figure out how long
it would take me to watch

every episode
of Hangin' with Mr. Cooper

so I'd be caught up
before the movie came out.

I'm all caught up,
but I'm still waiting.

We just got to figure out
that in for you.

No, we need to find my dad.
On to the next.

MAN: Be sure to check back
in with us tonight so you know

the weather for tomorrow when
your head hits that "pellow."

This weatherman, really?

Yep. Harry Hotfog,
Diondra Tundra's rival.

Why would this guy be your dad?

Everyone in my family
says "pillow,"

but I say "pellow," like Harry.
Pretty freaky, huh?

Mm, sounds like a fairly
reasonable coincidence.

- Ooh! There he is.
- Yoo-hoo!

- Harry!
- Uh-oh.

Cloudy with a chance of superfans.

You want autographs?
Five bucks.

Two bucks extra if you want me
to draw a little storm cloud.

Sir, how long
have you lived in Lone Moose?

My whole life.
glorious years.

- You're only ?
- Yes. I dye my hair gray

so people will take me seriously.

Normally I'm a beautiful blonde.

He's way too young.
This can't be the guy.

- Bye, Harry.
- Good talking to you.

Hotfog rolling out.

[sighs]
Well, there's only one guy left

on my possible paternity list.
And since the other two

random people weren't my dad,
it's definitely him.

HONEYBEE: Pete,
the Val-U-Buy cashier?

You gave me $ .
Your groceries were $ ,

so I give you, two, uh...
$ back.

That's correct.

- Oh, I see.
- He's notoriously bad at math.

Mom used to only
get in his line. In six months,

she got enough money
from him to buy

- the new refrigerator we needed.
- Wow.

I mean, she used the money to get her

Camaro windows tinted,
but you see my point.

All right, let's
buy these and meet Pete.

- Hello, Pete.
- Good afternoon. How are you?

Well, I'm annoyed at
these headlines about

Jennifer Aniston wondering
if she's pregnant again.

Leave that sexy,
single freebird alone.

- You know what I mean?
- Mm-hmm.

- Any kids yourself, Pete?
- Me?

Ha, not that I know of.
[laughs]

No, but really, I am a virgin.
There's no way.

- And here's your change: $ .
- Pete, no!

MOON: You sure you don't
want some ice cream?

Yeah, most adults don't
have a huge ice cream sundae

- as an afternoon snack.
- Suit yourself.

Well, now that we know
Beef is your real pop,

- we can get home and get studying.
- Hey, is this seat taken, son?

- Nope. All yours, Mr. Mailman.
- What'll it be, Reggie?

I'll have the Big Boy Ice Cream
Sundae with Sauce. You know me...

I love a huge ice cream sundae
in the afternoon.

Are you seeing this?
Called me son.

Eating a huge ice cream
in the afternoon.

Short stature.
Dark hair.

It's him. He's it. This is
who we've been looking for.

My real father is the mailman.

Okay, so you're saying you want
to be a mailman one day?

Oh, yeah.
I think it's in my blood.

Couple of questions for you.

How long have you
lived in Lone Moose?

Ever been in a relationship?
Also,

how do you say this word:
P-I-L-L-O-W?

Lived here years. Yes, I've
had my fair share of relationships.

A few I thought
would go the distance,

but I guess they didn't
have enough postage.

And, to answer your
last question, "pellow."

Are you saying pillow or "pellow"?

- Pillow.
- What?

- "Pellow."
- One more time.

- Thanks for bringing your cars, Kyle.
- No problem.

They deserve some
attention now and again.

Let's seduce a moose.

Let's see if he wants to get
hot and heavy with a Chevy.

Or take it nice and slow
with a Peugeot.

How about a hug
from a VW Bug?

Man, she's got some
fun car rhymes.

Put your moose lips
on this Mitsubishi Eclipse.

Out of options, Beef.

Good thing I ran out to
Costume Castle before it closed.

Mademoiselle Moose will be
ready for her big debut.

It's no use, Wolf.
Looks like we'll be the ones

saying au revoir
to our beautiful van.

HAM: Au revoir.

MOON: So, uh,
you deliver the mail

no matter what, rain or shine?

Yup, I've seen it all...
snowstorms, fires, earthquakes.

I've even delivered a package
during a hostage situation.

The handcuffs made the signature
a little funky, but it worked.

Here you go, Reggie. And
I pre-calculated the tip

- for you since you hate math.
- Uh-oh.

- Whoa.
- Thank you, Leslie.

All right, time for me to make
some cheddar delivering letters.

Um, could we tag along?
You know,

so I could see what
the mailman life really entails?

All righty.
I, uh, hope you really love

- being outdoors like I do.
- You know what?

A ride-along
on a boring, routine mail route

might be just the thing to prove
that you're not actually

Moon's da... ream job.

Dream job.
Let's do this.

REGGIE:
All right, here we go!

Hop in and hold on to something,

but not to any of the handles.
They're taped on!

♪ I'm in a mailin' mood ♪

♪ I'm gonna mail it to ya ♪

♪ I'm gonna fire away ♪

♪ I'm a delivery machine
and it is freakin' insane ♪

[barking]

♪ I'll put that package
on your stoop ♪

♪ If it's the last thing I do ♪

♪ I'll walk through ice
and through rain ♪

♪ And step in mountain of poo ♪

♪ I'll get your grandma
her checks ♪

♪ And her prescription, too ♪

♪ Ah...! ♪

Oh, is it
Bring Your Son To Work Day?

My kid hates that day.
I'm a nude model.

♪ Mail it to you! ♪

JUDY: I guess we can walk to
school every day from now on.

I mean, upside: our legs and
our butts are gonna be ripped.

Aw, look. Now the moose
is giving the van some branches

for their one-day
dating anniversary.

BEEF: Wait a minute.

Those branches
aren't for romance.

The moose is trying to hide the
van to protect it from predators.

It has adopted it as its child.

Aw.
Should we offer to babysit...

let the moose have a night out
on its own?

Uh, isn't it typically
only female moose

- that care for their young?
- We don't know this moose's life.

Maybe he just likes being
a dad. Or-or maybe

he had to take over jobs
as both mother and father

because the van's mother
moved to Pennsylvania

to be with
her moose lover Marcus.

Aw, I didn't even think to ask.

This is serious.
The moose would not be happy

if we opened his child's door
and then sat in his child's body

and drove his child around.

Yeah, I don't have kids,
but I imagine

I'll feel the same way one day.

I might have an idea that
could mean everybody wins.

I love it when everybody wins.

I also love it when everybody
loses. I just love playing.

REGGIE: So, I set this
zip line up years ago,

or else Mrs. Johnston
would never get her weekly

bags of mail-order meal worms
to feed her hedgehogs

Jessica and Kelsey.
You want to come with, kid?

Oh, no. I-I mean, I'd love to,
but I know that rope.

It's a Renegade. There's usually
about a -pound weight limit

on there, and estimating
your weight at pounds,

- adding my would break the system.
- Moon!

Good call, little man.
You got great instincts.

Um, and great math-stincts.

I think you would make an
excellent mailman one day, Moon, uh...

- What'd you say your last name was?
- Tobin.

I know that name.
Yeah.

I used to deliver to your family
before I switched over

- to the northern route.
- Wait, you did?

Oh, yeah.
Your mom was a riot!

Yeah, she'd love to distract me
and then steal packages

off the back of my Jeep.

It was a felony but, man,
it made me laugh.

- Wait, you actually knew my mom?
- Of course, man... Leeny.

- You called her Leeny?
- Oh, yeah, sure, yeah.

You know, she was always home
during the day

and she was constantly
offering me a beer

and inviting me in.
Constantly.

- Oh. Oh, no...
- Maybe we should stop talking about this.

Yeah, last time I saw her
was about ten years ago.

She said she had something
real important to tell me

that would change my life,
but then they transferred me

to a new route
and I never delivered mail

to your family again.
Anyway, off I go.

Holy stamps, this is dad news.

- You okay there, Moon?
- Yep, yep.

- Yep, yep, yep.
- Look, just because Reggie

knew your mom
and drank with her

and went in your house a bunch

and has a lot in common
with you, it doesn't mean

- that he's your...
- Reggie is definitely my real dad.

No. I mean, maybe not.

I mean, Moon, sweetie,
I don't totally know what to say.

I really wanted
to help you with math,

but now I feel like the worst
big sister in the world.

It's not your fault my mom
was a real mom-about-town.

And if I was gonna be with
somebody when I found out

this life-changing information
that I thought I wanted

but now feel like barfing about,
I'm glad it was with you.

Whee!

Reggie, uh, this was fun,
but I think we got to go.

Could you drop us off
at our car?

Moon's dad is probably
wondering where we've been.

Oh, of course, of course.

I bet I wouldn't like waiting
for my kids if I had them.

But I guess I'll never be sure,
because I can't have kids.

- Really?
- Wait, you can't?

Nah, it wasn't possible
after the accident.

I'll spare you the gory details,
but it was a bowling ball

straight to my nuts
when I was

and they cracked open
like eggs on Sunday morning.

So, you definitely have no kids?

Nope.
Oh, and while I was zippin',

I remembered that your mom
did tell me that thing

that she thought
was so important.

She had made earrings
out of beer cans.

She called them beerings.

And then she got mad at me
when I wouldn't buy them

and she chased me
off the property with a Kn*fe.

- Sounds like Mom.
- Anyway, I'll drop you guys back at your car.

What's going on in that
little bear brain, Moon?

Well, I'm super glad
Dad's my dad,

but if genetics aren't the
reason that I'm failing math,

then I'm just
the stupid one of the family.

That's not what it means.
What it means

is you're just different
from your family,

and that's not a bad thing.

You know who else is different
from their family?

Shania Twain?
The Incredible Hulk?

- Me.
- And you're great.

Yeah, I am.
And you're not dumb.

In fact, you were talking
all kinds of math

about that zip line. I think
outdoor stuff is your in, Moon.

Huh. Yeah.
I guess you're right.

I didn't get nervous
thinking about that rope.

But when the numbers
are just numbers on paper,

I get freaked out.

I know I'm gonna fail
that make-up test tomorrow.

Remember when I said
I'm a big ideas person?

I just had another one, and it's
almost as good as turtletinis.

I don't know if turtletinis
are for turtles

or if they have a little turtle
in 'em, but it'll come to me.

Thank you for letting Moon
take his make-up test

out here, Mrs. Hill.
I think you'll see that

this is where he really shines.

I'm only doing this
'cause Gibbons said he would

give me a week off
to go on my Metallica cruise.

- Moon, how old was that tree?
- I see two rings.

Which means
it was two years old.

And if I had four of these
trees, how many years

would they have
collectively been alive?

Two hundred and eighty eight.

Okay. And what if we
chop that tree down

to build a fire that lasts
four hours and three logs

burn an hour...
how many logs do we need?

- Twelve.
- Now imagine we get trapped

out here and need to eat
Mrs. Hill to stay alive.

Estimating her height
as five nine,

and assuming we're gonna
eat about five inches per day,

how many days until
we run out of teacher meat?

Well, we would probably
start on her legs, so...

Okay, you can stop.
I've heard enough.

Moon, you clearly
understand math in this setting,

and I will adjust your grade
to just barely passing.

Yeah! I kicked math's ass.
And for the record,

we could probably survive
on Mrs. Hill's meat

for about days,
provided we eat the eyes.

We just have to make
this old snow machine

more enticing as the moose's baby.

We begin by covering
the infant in salt.

I recorded some baby moose
sounds from the Internet

and then added
a little of my own flair.

And I'll swaddle up this little
snow machine in my baby blanket.

Everyone ready?

[wailing]

He doesn't seem interested.

What if we put the snow machine

inside a little pumpkin,
you know,

- like those baby calendars?
- Give it a minute.

There he goes. Oh, papa Moose
has left the building.

BEEF: [crying] The cats in the
cradle and the silver spoon.

Little boy blue
and the something, something

and I forget the lyrics.

- Hey, Dad.
- Hey, son. Ready for tuck-in?

You bet.
How did the moose debacle end?

I saw the van
is back to being an orphan.

Yeah. There's a powerful bond
between a father and child.

It's like us.
But no one...

and I mean no one, son...
is gonna trick me

into trading you
for an old snow machine.

Dad, I have something
to show you.

I hid the report cards.
I'm sorry.

I didn't want you
to see my math grade.

But Honeybee helped me study and
I passed my make-up test today.

I'm sure glad she did that,
because I probably

- wouldn't have been much help.
- You wouldn't?

I've hid it pretty well,
but I've never been

any good at math. Sorry
you inherited that from me.

That's okay, Dad.
I kind of like that I did.

At least you didn't get
my extra-long second toe.

It's true.
Mine are all the same size,

like a little spice rack.

But Moon, if you ever
do need anything,

I'm always here to help.
Or at least to try.

Okay. I need
a TenPoint Vapor RS

- Crossbow Package, please.
- Ha! Those are $ , .

How about a hug instead?

- ♪ Bonjour ♪
- ♪ I am a French lady moose ♪

- ♪ Oui ♪
- ♪ I look so pretty ♪

- ♪ Bonjour ♪
- ♪ I eat croissants ♪

- ♪ Oui ♪
- ♪ Come flirt with me ♪

♪ I am a French lady moose ♪

♪ I buy smelly cheese ♪

♪ A scarf around my neck ♪

♪ "S'il vous plaît"
means "please" ♪

♪ I am a French lady moose ♪

♪ I look so pretty ♪

- ♪ Bonjour ♪
- ♪ I eat croissants ♪

- ♪ Oui ♪
- ♪ Come flirt with me ♪

- ♪ Bonjour ♪
- ♪ I am a French lady moose ♪

- ♪ Au revoir ♪
- ♪ And I buy smelly cheese. ♪