Leedle! Leedle! Leedle!
[mumbling]
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 am your grandfather, GrandPat!
Must we do this every morning?
Food?
Your kids have it easy these days!
Back in my day, we were food!
Ooh.
What flavor?
Hush, noodle brain.
Oh, and here's our future casualty now.
What are you doing there, old timer?
I'm making out my will.
Nobody gets nuthin'!
Ah oh, the elderly. Back to the studio.
Great plan you had there Gran Pat.
Eh, don't blame me just ‘cause you can't pillage responsibly.
Poof.
Eh.
Eeh!
[grunting]
Uh ha.
[grunting]
Oh.
Think the freaky funky smell is coming from Gran Pat's room.
It is possible.
Old folks collect lots of interesting smells
over the years.
You're probably smelling my drumstick hearing aid.
I don't think so.
Maybe my olive loaf shin guards?
Nah.
My pasta salad insoles?
No.
Fooey! The funky smell isn't here either.
[gasping]
My trouser toast is ready!
The time is getting closer.
When Patrick's grandfather will sacrifice himself
in order to help poor, unfortunate snails to dance.
What's this about snails?
[laughing]
Oh, what a relic.
Back to you.
[squealing]
Guh.
Now, remember.
If you find Patrick, give a shout and tug on the rope.
Oh no!
I ain't going searching for a boob
who can find his way out of a chair.
I have have nappin' to do.
Let's get this quality time over with.
[grunting]
Please, kind Sir, would you help me open my trunk?
I've got feeble fingers.
Why certainly. Helping customers is our policy.
Whoa!
[laughing]
[belching]
Whoa!
Ooh! Oh.
I was just getting comfortable.
I was just getting digested.
Oh, I hope it's not another chewed up candle.
A dinosaur egg.
I haven't had a pterodactyl omelet since I was a cave boy.
Thank you, grandson.
[squawking]
Ah! Oh!
Stop peddling my past!
Huh?
Not for sale!
Next wise guy who touches my memories gets the teeth!
[growling]
How much are you asking?
What do you got, cement in your ears, lady?
My stuff is not for sale!
[humming]
[gasping]
The Flim Flam Brothers?
You borrowed ten bucks from me in 1926 and skipped town!
With interest and adjusted for inflation,
I'd say that brings it up to...
four hundred and sixty two thousand dollars!
And nine cents!
Sorry. We've been dead! Dead broke!
[laughing]
You owe me restitution!
Restitution!
Oh hi Gran Pat, just going upstairs.
Greetings, grandson.
Just going downstairs.
- There we go. I'm just gonna... - Please step aside.
- Please step aside. - What? No.
No, you step aside.
Age before ugly.
Pearls before swine!
I before thee!
I'm sorry, Gran Pat,
but Dad always told me...
Son, the best advice I could ever give you is...
never back down from a stare off.
I told you that! That's my advice!
Ow! Ooh! Ooh!
Well, I don't care who said it first!
I gotta get my golf club!
And I hate the upstairs bathroom!
[growling]
[grunting]
Gran Pat, I'm doing a segment for Patrick's show.
Do you have any enemies?
Enemies?
At my age, your only enemy is time.
[grunting]
That's why I get symbolic satisfaction
from smashin' clocks!
Now, grab a hammer and laugh in Father Time's face with me!
[grunting]
[laughing]
[grunting]
Yeah!
[grunting]
[groaning]
[grunting]
[laughing]
Alright, rookies!
Would you like me to show you a professional golf swing?
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Then watch and learn.
[grunting]
Remember, keep swinging until your ball goes in a hole.
[grunting]
[screaming]
[groaning]
Hmm. That shoulda hurt.
[grunting]
Oh.
Whoa!
Ooh!
A job well done!
Throw down your cream puffs, you [indiscernible]!
You're all my prisoners now!
[laughing]
After thousands of years, I have my revenge!
[laughing]
Sea Fly!
Swats up!
[screaming]
I surrender!
Mmm. Who's the weirdo in long johns?
He's gonna take our picture, Gran Pat.
Picture? I don't want my picture tookin'.
Cameras steal your soul.
[groaning]
What am I doing in this box?
I told you I wanted a sky burial.
Observe as I cut this complete stranger into two pieces!
Hey!
And now, I will magically put him back together...
- Using my magic word! - Ooh.
Please.
Hey!
Ooh!
Oh, and I just had my hips rotated.
We Stars don't give up that easy!
Did I give up on dinosaurs stole my lunch money?
I don't know.
Did I give up when the barbarian hords
swept across the ocean and stole my lunch money?
I don't know.
Did I give up when Martians invaded
and beat me onto the space ship that stole my lunch money?
I don't know!
Of course I didn't.
How do you think about this Hot Sami?
Mmm.
Now, let's go get your stuff back!
Time for some pillaging!
Yeah!
Follow me.
[grunting]
This secret crawl space runs all over the house.
It lets me stay off camera
while still getting me where I need to go.
Ooh.
Who's a hungry boy?
Dig in so you can grow up big and grizzly.
[laughing]
The puppets are this way.
Ow!
Huh?
[grunting]
[yawning]
[grunting]
[groaning]
Supermarket?
Why, back in the 1940's,
you didn't have to pay for fruit.
Fruit was free.
And it picked itself off the trees and fell into your mouth.
1940's?
Got it! I'll be right back with more fruit!
What's this? Bowling?
I love bowling.
I'll show you amateurs
how we used to knock 'em down before the war.
Give me that ball!
[grunting]
Hey hey! Woo hoo!
- That's my Gran Pat! - I love bowling!
According to this pamphlet,
Klobnod is the silliest place in the ocean.
And the weakest too.
In the 12th Century,
my army invaded and conquered Klopnod
in half a day.
It says here that your army lost
and they named a cream puff after you.
Grand Pat cream puffs!
Get your Grand Pats here!
More like cream tough!
It was way back in the Patrolithic Period
of early cave stars.
Ooh.
Automobiles hadn't been invented yet.
So, there was no way to get to a supermarket.
Ooh.
We had to do all our shopping in the wild.
Where the dinosaurs were shopping for us.
Oh!
[grunting]
[groaning]
[growling]
it was just a matter of luck as to who would eat who.
[screaming]
[sighing]
I guess things can't get any worse.
[groaning!
I guess cave stars provided nutrition to the dinosaurs.
And that's why dinosaurs are still with us today.
That reminds me. I'm hungry.
What's the matter, son?
That darn ice cream man won't give me any ice cream!
Mmm. Sounds like the non dairy days of ice cream prohibition.
Dark times, they were.
The Lactose Intolerance Movement
had just banned the sale of ice cream.
A-choo!
With every ice cream parlor closed,
I started going to Sweet Easy's.
Oh!
Wow!
Gah.
And if they caught you with so much as a sample size scoop,
they'd throw you in the slammer.
And only fed you pruines.
That's where I learned to like prunes.
Yep!
In those days, you had to know someone
who could get you the cold stuff on the sly.
Hey, I know someone's!
- Huh? - My sister!
[screaming]
Wait! I meant I have some ice cream right here.
Oh well.
Yeah.
Oh prune flavored.
How much for the vintage nose hair pullers?
Those ain't nose hair pullers!
They're teeth yankin' plyers from my medieval dentistry days.
[mumbling]
It was the Dark Ages,
and I was the only toothsmith in the kingdom.
[groaning]
Whoa.
Almost... got it.
[groaning]
[grunting]
[groaning]
[grunting]
There! That's the last one.
You'll never have a toothache again.
Thanks.
The year was 3000 A.D.
and I went to the mall of the future,
to stand in the line of the future,
to buy products of the future.
[laughing]
One phoneo for the eh eh geazer.
Yeah. Whoa.
Oh!
Yeah.
Whoa!
Top of the chrome dome to you. Lovely day.
[gasping]
What's that now?
Oh boy, lunchtime!
[moaning]
[groaning]
[gasping]
Whoa!
Go back.
Back to work.
Wow.
Huh? Back to work.
Wee hee hee!