Leedle leedle leedle leedle.
Morning, Mom.
[giggling]
Good morning, Dad.
Oh. [laughing]
Mom, Dad... who's this guy?
I have no idea.
Do you, Cecil?
So, you can see him too, Bunny?
I thought I was the only one.
I'm your grandfather, GrandPat!
Must we do this every morning?
Just play along. He could be dangerous.
- Uh-huh. - Hey, sis. What you up to?
Well, right now I'm trying to book an imaginary act
for your imaginary TV show.
Well, how's it going?
They said, their imaginary people
are going to call my imaginary people.
[laughing]
So, anyway...
[humming]
As they say in France, "Blown apple feet."
Mm.
All done.
Darn, looks like I'll be on time for work again.
Oh, I'm sorry, dear.
[beeping]
[tires screeching]
Hey, what about my breakfast?
Well, I guess I'll just have to break my own fast.
Oh.
I think the milk went bad.
♪ Who's the peanut With the man inside ♪
♪ That sings Your favorite song? ♪
♪ Who's got sweets And frozen treats ♪
♪ That you can spend Your money on? ♪
♪ Who's your favorite Ice cream man ♪
♪ from now until you're gone? ♪
The Goober truck guy!
♪ Who shows you how to- ♪
Ah, it's him! Sweet Neptune!
I'll take a Sweet Neptune.
[groaning]
Wah.
Ah!
The horror. The horror!
[screaming]
[babbling]
The horror!
Looks like you made quite the impression.
I think this calls for Durante!
Ha cha cha cha cha.
[sniffing]
I smell it! Follow me!
[laughing]
Hi, kids. Want a taste of my dad stew?
[sniffing]
Uh, this doesn't smell right.
Golly. Did I forget an ingredient?
[sniffing]
It's missing that month old leftovers aroma.
[chuckles]
How's this?
[sniffing]
Needs more dirty laundry o'mommy.
What about now?
Uh-uh.
Perhaps a pinch of trash.
Ah.
This has got to be it.
[sniffing]
Darn, that's not it.
I guess we lost the trail.
[gagging]
[roaring]
Delicious.
I have important news.
[screaming]
[grunting]
Morning, Gladys.
Morning, Bunny.
[grunting]
Mop up the floor with him!
- I got this- - Patrick. Patrick. Oh.
Oh. What is it, mom?
Tell us. What is it?
I made jelly sandwiches.
Yay!
Here we are.
It's called a trasharole.
I learned it from a show I saw today.
I think.
I must have cooked mine too long.
Blown appletit.
Mmm. Delicious, Mom.
This is Perch Perkins coming to you live
from a local suburban home
where, after a brief ceasefire for jelly sandwiches,
a stair war continues to escalate.
Will those who wanna go up the stairs, stand down?
No!
Will those who want to go down the stairs stand up?
No!
Then we shall clash!
[grunting]
[screaming]
Wow, this is the most exciting stair war
of all the stair wars I've ever been to.
Look out! Incoming bread! Sour dough! Pumpernickel!
[screaming]
[growling]
[singing]
[laughing]
Huh? [unintelligible]
[laughing]
My sandwich! Come back here!
Hey!
And now for the hot stuff. [chuckles]
[unintelligible]
♪ That's the best sandwich I ever ate ♪
[belching]
Oh, hey there.
Today on the Patrick Show,
you'll be watching me watch cartoons.
And now, stay tune
for our six hour marathon of... Bowling for Clams.
[grunting]
Bowling?
Boring. I want cartoons.
[hissing, growling]
Wow. The remote seems grumpier than usual.
Since I just made bathroom, I'm ready to eat again.
The next competition is forest food.
First one to make lunch wins. On your mark, get set--
Done! [whistle blowing]
Who wants omelets?
Oh, I do! I do!
Dad! That's just leaves and dirt!
Well, all my ingredients were on the RV,
so I had to rely on the bounty of nature.
Ooh.
[grunting]
Who wants seconds?!
I do! I do!
[belching]
Piney.
Oh, h- h- h-, oh.
Huh?
[grunting]
[humming]
[grunting]
[humming]
[grunting]
[banging]
[groaning]
Ooh.
Muffins.
Morning, big bro. Huh?
[oinking]
Morning, little sis.
It's almost showtime.
Babies and gentlemen.
Oh, that's us.
Welcome to The Patrick Show staring...
uh...
[grunting]
Me. Me is Patrick.
[cheering]
[sighing]