I'm just saying -- why do people say grapefruit and tuna fish
but not egg chicken or beef mammal?
Come on, Mr. Dad!
When we said, "come pick us up after school,"
we didn't mean after graduation!
Get on the horse!
What!? What!? What!?
No time to explain!
Hyah!
Let me guess -- you saw it, had to have it,
and tried to let the kids take the fall for it.
What is he called?
Wunderklopp.
It's okay.
I've lined up a buyer to take him off our hands.
Wait, how can you already have a buyer
for a horse Dad just brought home?
Oh, sweetie, do you really think I didn't expect your father
to buy a horse at some point in our marriage?
The problem is the guy can't buy it
before the first of next month.
So short of having Wunderklopp for breakfast...
...I'm open to suggestions
on how we're gonna survive until then.
Hmm.
I guess we're gonna have to tap into
the money you saved for me to go to college.
What?
I don't know what's the funniest,
the fact you think you got a trust fund
5or the fact you think you'll make it to college.
Well, you guys come up with a solution then.
I said I would never go back to that life,
that it was all behind me.
Sadly, the time has come for me to call Don Luciano.
Don Luciano pizza!Richard, no!
One of their pizzas might have enough calories
to keep us alive for two weeks,
but they've already taken too many years off your life.
Ricardo? Is that you?
No.
Come back to us, Ricardo.
We are your real family.
No!
I take 10% off, just for you.
I'm sorry, Don Luciano.
You know the sad thing about betrayal?
It never comes from an enemy.
Oh! I know!
We invite people who need hugs and kisses to come to our house
and we give it to them for money!
Oh I know! We all forget I just said that.
Guys, don't panic!
I spent the last of this month's food money
on a metal detector and some lottery tickets.
Worst-case scenario, we can eat those.
I've got an idea.
We rent the house as a bed and breakfast!
Anais, we can't afford our own breakfast,
let alone pay for other people.
Fine. Then we rent the house as a bed and...continue-to-fast.
Hmm.
Hmm. Hmm.
Hmm.
Hello. Hello.
Oh, please come in.
I'm Ethel and this is Bernie.
Ha! -Ha!
Sorry, Bernie and I are making a travel-map of our holiday.
It's been our lifelong dream, see.
I think you're the first tourists in Elmore
since those two guys back in '83.
The town was so happy, they put up a statue of them
in the park with their motto underneath --
"Tell us the quickest way out of this dump."
Still, beats our town.
It's so small we don't need phones.
We just speak louder.
I must say, the house looks a bit different
than the photo on the ad.
Oh, uh, they're just close-ups, that's all.
That one was taken right here in the living room.
Look. -Right.
Yeah, it also said you had cable?
Does it have subtitles 'cause our hearing is --
Yes, let me talk you through how it works.
In here, you receive cable TV from right across the street...
until around 7:00 pm, when they shut the blinds.
And how do we work the A/C?
We get terrible migraines in the heat, so...
Oh. You can operate it like so.
Ah, refreshing.
Sure. And, now, we also get awful rheumatic fever
and I think you had a hot tub somewhere?
Sure, if you just follow me.
I give you the hot tub!
Okay, I guess it's time for us to go.
Wait. Is the house sound-proofed?
We suffer from a rare ailment which --
Payment? Yes, we'll take cash. Bye!
...rare ailment which means...
-Bye! -...we freeze and faint...
Bye! ...if anything loud or surprising happens.
Enjoy your stay!
Hm?
I'm heading to the store. Do we need anything?
Uh, we need the inside of an orange,
the inside of a stick of butter,
the inside of a carton of milk.
And the inside of a microwave oven.
Ahh!
Why won't it wash off?
Ah.
Huh?
Since when could you use a computer like that?!
I don't know, Bernie.
It's like I have this interior voice that woke up.
Now I know that I want my memes dank
and none of that cheezburger weak sauce.
Okay.
Good. Now search 10 hours of saxophone Chihuahua.
Hm? Hmm.
What is that?
Ding.
Oh, must be the microwave.
Ohh, what is that?
Hmm. Must be a melon.
Now, what is that?
I am a Black Forest gateau with a crunchy shortbread base,
multiple layers of praline, and a glossy cocoa finish.
Hmm. Must be a Black Forest gateau
with a crunchy shortbread base,
multiple layers of praline, and a glossy cocoa finish.
Night, Ethel.
Night, Bernie.
I don't understand. The bed looks big enough
but it always feels like I'm pressing against you.
Yeah, and it looks like there are more eyes
than there should be in here.
-No! -No!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no. No!
What have we done?
Uh, what's going on?
Uh, our guests had so much fun that they...uh...
They...
They've gone into hibernation.
Wait -- do goats hibernate?
Yep. Yeah, yeah.
Aww. Does that mean
they won't be able to finish their dream trip?
Uh, I think it's safe to say no, honey.
Ah, poor little goat dudes.
I wish there was something we could do to help.
Oh, Gumball, I'm sorry,
but apart from literally dragging them around town
and taking pictures of them
and then putting those photos in their map thing
so it looks like they had fun
and then dumping them on the train
so they become someone else's problem,
I really don't know how we can help.
Let's just do that then.
No.
Yes.
♪ Been down in misery
♪ But I bark out loud
♪ I still look forward to
♪ Each day I spend with you
♪ This much I know is true
♪ I've seen the seven wonders
♪ I've felt their mystery
♪ I still look forward to
♪ Each day I spend with you
♪ This much I know is true
♪ This much I know true
♪ My favorite go-to --
Bernie Klein?
You old dog!
That car you sold me was a lemon!
I want my money back!
Oh, you think you can just ignore this?
You know what? You're right.
I'll let my fists do the rest of the talking.
Hmm?
♪ I still look forward to
♪ Each day I spend with you
♪ This much I know true
"I've never felt more alive
than during our time at the Watterson's house."
That should do it.
Well, I guess we all learned a lesson today.
It's okay to commit a crime
if it means you get away with a different crime.
Nicole, that's a terrible lesson.
Not every lesson you learn is a good one.
Uh, what is going on here?
Oh, we're just about to put you on the last train to glory.
That sounds like some kind of ghoulish euphemism.
Although we are indeed from Glory, Minnesota.
But can someone please explain why you're dragging us
like a couple of slabs of meat under the cover of darkness?
'Cause you wouldn't wake up from hibernating!
Hibernating? Oh, no, like we said,
we do faint when we get scared.
You didn't get scared. You had a great time.
Look at your memory map.
Hmm.
This can only mean one thing.
This town's most forgettable place we've ever been to.
But it seems you forgot something, too.
What?
To ask for your money!
$100, $200, $300.
There you go.
-Thanks. -Wait a minute!
There's nothing wrong with that.
I think it's sweet that you're still in love
after all these years.
You staged these memories.
You rented the house to us while still hiding in it
and when we saw you we fainted in shock
and you thought we'd croaked, so you faked the memory map
and were gonna put us on the train home
thinking you'd get away with it.
What?!
How did you guess?
We're brother and sister.
Come on, kids.
That's it. There's nothing left to eat.
Mm. I guess there is still one last thing.
No.
Yes.