01x04 - Permanent Retirement

[bunniefuu]

Out of the way, grandpa.
I got a major withdrawal
to make.

Oh!

What do you have that's
nonfat with less than % sugar?
Napkins.

What about you, kid?

I'm about to go rocky road.

Hit it.

Your cash request
has been denied.

Ohh! Unh!

Where do you think
you're going?

Good work, Ben.
Oh, yeah.

I'm ready for anything.
Bring it on.

What's next?

We're heading off to see

your Aunt Vera for the weekend.

Aw, boring old aunt Vera?

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When aunt vera said she
wanted to move away from it

all, she really meant it.

Oh, man.
This summer was supposed to be

About f-u-n, not hanging out in

some old lady's place.

I like aunt Vera.

Duh.
That's because you act like

you're years old.

It's been years since I've

seen max and the kids.

I'm not sure I'll even
recognize them.

Stop by and say hello.

I'd like that.

Ohh! Help me-mm-

This is gonna be so boring.

Their idea of excitement in

this place is probably watching

the grass grow.

Whoa!
Did you see that?

See what?

The heat must be frying that

pea-sized brain of yours.

Seriously, why do old people

have to live where it's so hot?

Hey!

Ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha!

Huh, they really make you

feel welcome here.

Just watch your cheeks.

Vera's a pincher.

Max.
Vera.

I can't believe you're
finally here.

And look at you two.

So grown up!

Ow.

Ow.

Come on in.

I can't wait to chew the fat
with all of you.

Ugh.
Why do old people's houses

always smell like somebody's

cooking socks or something?

Oh, Vera, this is delicious.

Now, what are these brown

chunks in the mold?

Pork chops.

And the white parts are

cauliflower.

So, Ben, what have you been

doing so far this summer?

Dealing with
alien life forms.

Oh, you.

Aunt vera, is that a stuffed

red-billed north american
chickadee?

Ohh! How perceptive, Gwen.

And did you know the song of

the red-billed north american

chickadee is actually...

a call indicating alarm or

excitement?

I am totally stuffed.

Ben, would you like
some candy?

Now we're talking.

Ugh!

Coffee as a candy?

Is this some kind of joke?

I need to use the bathroom.

It's att*ck of the old people.

I got to get out of here.

And this one is a Valentiana.

Can you hear the ocean?

Loser.

Loser.

Ha ha ha!

Ben?

See you.

Wouldn't want to be you.

There has to be something fun

to do around here.

Hello.

Mm. Apple pie.

Ecch.
No way.

Ninja old people.

Wonder what Mr. Friendly's
up to.

This place just keeps getting

Weirder by the minute.

Aah!

I didn't see your face suddenly

pop on the back of your head.

I swear.

What kind of vitamins are these

freaky old people taking?

Come on.

Let me go!

Fore!

No!

Aah!

Ok. What just happened here?

Grandpa, Gwen!

Shh.
Your Aunt Vera's in bed.

Seriously?

It's, like, only : .
Never mind.

Listen.
This whole place is way

creepier than I thought.

First, this old lady runs up a

wall and then munches a fly.

Then Marty, that weird

next-door neighbor, is an E.T.

or something with a face in the

Back of his head and these

long, sticky arms, and this body

that oozed right through this
gate, and-

Ben, you snuck out.
Aunt Vera was hurt.

Eh, she's old.
She'll forget.

Ok. I say I go four arms, and we

check out Marty's apartment.

Well, maybe we should do
Some investigating,

but you stay as you are.

Us old fogies don't forget
as much as you think.

You know, ever since you've

had that watch, you're like a

magnet for the weird.

You're right.

Very funny.

Hello?
Anyone home?

Well, nothing here seems
out of whack.

Except for what he rolled up

in his rug that was right here.

You two sleep well.

I'll be in the guest room
if you need me.

But, Grandpa-

There's nothing more we can
do tonight.

I'm going for an early walk in

the morning, but once I'm back,

we'll check things out again.

Now, get some rest.

Prune juice, prune juice,

And, oh, what a surprise,

more prune juice.

Why does it seem old people

were always old?

Morning, Aunt Vera.
How'd you sleep?

Just fine.

How about you?

Fine, Aunt Vera.

I made you some coffee.

Sorry!

Clean it up!

Clean it up right now!

I'm sorry.

Where did your
grandfather go?

He said he was going for an
early walk.

Well, behave yourselves.

I'll be back soon.

She's totally one of them.

One of what?

Whatever's possessing
these old people.

Something or someone's got to

Aunt vera and who knows how

many other of the fossils
around here.

So, where we headed,
Sherlock?

We need to get to that

trapdoor by the dumpster.

Is the food supply ready
for transport?

The pods are in the final
stages of gestation.

What about the young ones?

Too chewy.

They need to age more before

they get nice and tender.

I'm not talking about eating.

The boy suspects too much.

It's right over there.

Just follow
the disgusting smell.

Duck!

Run!

Guys, what's going on?

They're everywhere!

I know.
Come here.

I'll protect you.

Let's get out of here.

Oh, this is not good.

No!

Come on.
The trapdoor.

Unh!

Got it.

That's scary.

I'm starting to speak mutt.

Whoa!

Does the expression "look

before you leap" mean anything
to you?

Move it!

These tunnels must go under
the whole complex.

Aah!

You wouldn't want to hurt

old Grandpa Max, now, would you?

Hey, short, dumb, and hairy,

rule one, he's not Grandpa.

He's an alien freak.

and that leads to rule two,

which is we kick alien butt.

What?

Whoa! You don't come
with seat belts!

Remember?

Look out!

Hey, freak show, what do I look

like, a crash-test dummy?

Listen. I don't know
what it is, but I

picked up some kind
of scent in Here.

It's like everyone in

retirement village has been

podded up.

Grandpa.

Oh, I was out for a walk,

and then, oh, I can't remember

what happened next.

I wouldn't do that
if I were you.

Well, you're not me.

Not yet I'm not.

You can fill me in later.

Look what's back here.

Their ship.

They found it.
We can't let them out.

Get the pods on board.

They've been marinating
long enough.

Marinating?

They've got Aunt Vera.

You guys really burn me up.

Now I'm going to return
the favor.

Whatever you are, you just

made a terrible mistake.

Us limaxes live for the heat.

Why do you think we came to the

desert in the summer?

They hate water!

Aunt vera when she
was in the kitchen.

Or Marty when I was
on the golf cart.

See you, slime ball.

Sorry. There's no
dry-thru service here.

We should put them all back in

their condos so they'll think
they never left.

That could take hours.

Give me a few minutes. I'll
see if accelerate can help out.

Don't be strangers.

We won't.
Bye, Aunt Vera.

Bye, dear.
Oh, this is for the road.

Ben told me how much you liked

my gelatin mold.

This one's lime with chunks of

grouper and chickpeas.

Uh, thanks.

I'm sorry, Ben, if there
wasn't enough excitement here

for you. I hope you weren't
bored to tears.

Actually, it turned out
better than I thought.

I'm glad.

Well, have fun on the road.

I will.

Oh, and, Ben, keep up the

good work dealing with all

those aliens you were telling
me about.

You're kidding, right?
Of course, dear.