- Hey, wanna dance? - Um no thanks.
Why not? ‘Cause I’m different? Your loss, lady.
- Gibby, what are you doing? - My thing.
Oh, cheese deliciousness. - Oh the cheese. Rainin’ cheese.
- And there! - That’s how you make…
Gibby Parmesan! Woooo!
- Gibby! - Now that’s Italian.
- Oh, hey guys. - What’s up?
- Carly here? - Nah, she and Sam went to Build-A-Bra.
They’re always kicking me outta that place.
This is amazing! - Isn’t it?
Totally! Hey, Gibby?
‘Sup?
- Why’d you take off your shirt? - Uh to relax in the dark.
So, isn’t there something you would rather do than watch the movie?
Ahhh!
Oh my God, this pie is huge!
And it contains your two favorite flavors!
- Cherry. - And Gibby!
[gasping]
Hey, Patrice.
- Let’s roll. - Bye.
- Gibby, you have a girlfriend. - We’re not exclusive.
And this is the real Gibby!
- Wait! We forgot Gibby. - Oh yeah. Gibby!
Gibby!
[grunting]
[gasping]
Did you guys hear my ribs crack?
What’s up?
- Gibby? - Why are you wearing that?
You told me I was gonna be the ring bear.
- Hey, you there, stop. - Oh, hey Mr. Howard.
You know the rules. You are required to wear a shirt during school hours.
Nuh uh, check the student handbook.
- Handbook. - Page 74.
I know where it is.
See?
Ah ha. No tube tops. No jolly pants.
- No turtle necks. - Doesn’t say I gotta wear a shirt.
- Does it? - Ugh, carry on.
Hey there! When I wake up in the middle of the night screaming…
this is the song my mom sings to calm me down. Ready?
♪ My screaming little angel ♪
Umm. Umm. Is it a basket?
Oh wrong! Not a basket! Listen to your tongue!
My tongue is still numb from the mustard!
Ten seconds!
Oh, um. Is it a tennis racket?
Yes! Wooo!
- Good lickin’ Gib! - Yeah, baby!
[whimpering]
Ahh!
Hey Gibby, Gibby, Gibby, Gibby, Gibby, Gibby, Gibby, Gibby!
- Yeah? - Your daddy is here to pick you up!
Oh boy. I’m on my way!
- Bye Gib. - Later Gibby.
Hey, can I keep this bucket of hair?
Yes, you can.
Yeah!
Daddy, guess what I got!
Soar!
Wee-ee! I’m a bird!
I’m a bird! Ha ha! - Oh my God!
Look at him fly! Gibby’s flying!
Ha ha! Wee-ee!
[laughing]
Gibby-eah…
Okay. But first, I’ll need to christen you with this novelty, non-alcholic
- champagne bottle. - Do it!
- Yeah! I’m a boat boy! - Woo!
This.
- Oh. - Cabeza.
- No. - Whoa.
It’s an exact replica of my own head.
- What does it do? - Blow minds. Look awesome.
[sniffing]
Mmm. I love that new head smell.
- Gibby, how did you… - I, I have no idea.
Who’s banana is this?
Anyway…
- What? - What?
- You were gonna say something. - Yeah, but I couldn’t think of anything.