Ooh! Are you baking me a cake? That's so nice.
No cake today, Ginger. We're getting ready for Garage Feast Day.
-What's that? -One of my top four best holidays,
when we go through the fridge, take all the food that's about to expire,
and turn it into a delicious feast.
It's a celebration of friendship.
And of not wasting groceries.
Uh, we never do that at my house.
-My parents don't keep old food. -[Angela] That's so sad.
Why don't you celebrate with us this year? We're already having one special guest.
[Ginger] Really? Who?
Stack these plates! Vacuum the dust!
Come on, everything has to be perfect for my computer-son, Boomerang!
Aww, what's that little guy been up to
since that day he came to life, grew up, and moved out on his own?
Undoubtedly something incredible.
His advanced computing powers
may have allowed him to unlock the secrets of the universe.
Or to find an alternate universe!
It's sure to be something with some kind of universe.
[knock on door]
Strike your postures, everyone! That must be-- Ha-ha!
Ah. Uh... Boomerang?
Hey, Da-da-daddio!
-Uh... -Ooh!
Hope you don't mind, I brought my girlfriend. This is Dottie.
Dottie, Dad. He's kind of a nerd.
[birds tweeting]
♪ Wa-oah! ♪
Boomerang. I like the tie-dye. I bet that really freaks out the man!
A lot of scientists have been known to rock the "mad genius" style.
Even Einstein was quite the nonconformist.
Sure. Only, I'm not-not-not a scientist.
What? Why? Don't tell me you're a mathematician?
Well, it all began after I uploaded my mind to the internet.
I learned every single formula, date, and measurement there is to know.
But it didn't make me... happy.
And that's when I found it.
If you found the meaning of life, no spoilers please! I'm on my own journey.
Even be-be-better.
I found... love.
Dottie taught me that there's so much more to life than science.
-That's, literally, not true. -There is ar-art.
She's an artist, and she taught me to be an artist, t-t-too!
An artist? [gasps for air]
-[Ben wailing] -So, what kind of art do you guys do?
-Uh, sculpture? Papier mâché? -Come with us and we'll show you!
Our work is on display at the Arrogance Gallery d-d-downtown.
Just be careful, some of the pieces might blow your
mi-mi-mind-mind-mind. [explosion]
[Tom] Let's check it out.
Boomerang is a genius. I bet whatever art he's doing is really impressive.
-[Tom] Hmm. -[Ben] Mm-hm.
-[Tom] Mm-hm. Mm-hm. -[Ben] Huh!
Uh, I don't get it.
It's a hamburger with a tie. You're right, really impressive.
-Great stuff(!) -Okay, but that's just one piece.
Oof! I mean this one here is really good.
It makes me think of planes. And books.
So it's really, uh, a comment on engineering in literature.
Admit it! Boomerang wasn't built to be an artist.
I don't know. I'm no art expert. Maybe this is cutting edge.
Oh, no, no, no. I don't like this at all.
When it comes to art, I like everything, but not this.
[gasps] That supply closet is magnificent!
The colors move freely in the space!
[Ben] Mm-hm?
[Hank] Garage, feast your eyes on this classic holiday treat -
yogurt à la mold!
[sniffs] It smells ripe.
-My parents would definitely toss this. -Seriously, that's so sad.
[Hank] Allow me to quote from the classic Garage Feast Day story,
The Friendly Fridge Worm.
"Just because something is spoiled doesn't mean you have to throw it away."
These oranges. I can't even tell if there's anything wrong with them.
Wait. Let me see that.
Why is this fruit so fresh and juicy?
[gasps] Angela!
You told me you found these old oranges way in the back of a deep, dark cupboard.
I did find moldy oranges in the back of a cabinet, but I kinda forgot them.
-So, I stopped at the grocery store-- -[gasp] The grocery store?
-How could you? -I thought you understood this holiday.
[Ben mutters to himself]
[Boomerang] What do you think? Brilliant attack on the cor-corporate world, huh?
Uh... yeah.
Yeah, I mean, that is exactly what Ben was saying when he saw all of this.
I knew he would understand. Companies are the worst.
-The worst! -[Ben] Hey!
Except for the company me and Ben run from our garage, right?
Actually, I was going to suggest that you both quit your job-job-jobs.
-[Hank gasps] No! -Spend a year backpacking. Learn to live!
Oh. That gives me an idea for my next piece.
Dottie, print out the following images -
sad face,
money bag, stink cloud,
-smiling boot. -[sighs]
Come on, Ben. You can't hide in the corner all day.
You're going to have to tell Boomerang you like his art.
What if it's easier to make Boomerang not like his art?
It's clear that old printer has corrupted his mainframe.
So I've written a program that will wipe his memory.
No, Ben. Brainwashing your son is not good parenting!
Ha-ha-ha! I'm teaching him.
This is just like signing him up for swim lessons.
-Give me that! -No...
Hey, Daddio, I want you to see my newest piece.
I call it, "You Should Sell Your Company And Become A Hiker, Dad."
Aaaaah!
[Gasps] Oh no!
Aagh!
[bubbling]
Aaagh!
Huh?
[Hank] Aaah!
He-he! Mm.
Huh?
Hey, there you are. I've been looking for you. We're going to be late for the feast.
I don't want to be in the same room as Boomerang.
He's turned his back on everything I taught him.
He's made some odd choices. I don't know why he likes Dottie.
-Not for her voice, that's for sure. -But he's still your computer-son.
Didn't you ever do anything your parents didn't like?
No. I was the perfect boy.
What about when you opened a black hole in your mom's attic?
-I know she wasn't happy about that. -Hmmm....
I guess yes, that time. She confiscated all of my antimatter.
So maybe...
If she had forcefully, logically stated her concerns,
I would have listened and cancelled the experiment!
Not what I was going for.
You are right. I cannot hide, and I should not hide.
I will go to the feast and give Boomerang a piece of my mind! Thank you, Tom!
But you completely missed the point of-- Ohhh.
[Hank] Welcome to Garage Feast Day Dinner, everyone,
a very delicious and money-saving tradition.
Fortunately, I was able to recover from the orange slice disaster, Angela.
Ha-ha.
[Ginger] As a first-time feaster, I like how we're all together.
Also, I liked watching Hank be mad all day.
Ah, ah, ah. Watch it, buster. You're about to be a last-time feaster.
-[Ben] Ahem! To being together! -[Hank] To being together!
[Ben] It sure is always great to be together.
Maybe next year, it'll be a slightly different group of us.
For instance, Boomerang might have a different girlfriend.
Uhh...
[Boomerang] Dad, don't tell me you think me and Dottie are going to br-break up?
Well, since you bring it up, she is a lot older than you,
and she is into "art", which is clearly ridiculous.
[uncomfortably] Ha-ha. So, who wants questionable olives?
Oh, yeah? Running a stupid, boring computer company is ridiculous.
Ha! What I do is boring?
You draw tiny little identical pictures slightly spaced out differently.
[all gasp]
Okay! Time for a classic Garage Day Feast game!
-Angela, why don't you go first? -You just don't get it, Dad.
This show is going to launch our art careers.
Launch it right into the garbage, maybe. Your art is bad!
-Mmmm.... -Go back to science!
You'll appreciate my honesty when you are living in a space station.
Could you please not fight during the meal I worked on all day
-with barely any help from anyone? -Huh! Good point, Hank.
Someone please pass the potatoes with the roots growing out of them.
[Boomerang] Sure thing, Pop. Potatoes coming right up!
[Ben] Aaaah!
Hey!
Wait! That's almost like you did that on purpose.
No, that one was an accident, but this one is on purpose.
[Ben] What the-- Aah! That one was definitely on purpose!
How did you figure that out? Science?
Urrrgh! [gasp]
Angela, don't, don't, don't!
Aww!
FOOD FIGHT!
-[Hank] That's good for another two days! -[Angela] We're disgusting!
You're ruining my masterpiece!
-[Hank] Ah! -[Tom] This was a disaster.
The room is destroyed, the meal is wrecked and Boomerang and Dottie angrily left.
I don't see how things could have gone differently.
-My computer-son thought he was an artist! -You know what's worse?
-[Ben] What? -Having no computer-son at all.
-[Ben] Oh. -[Ginger] Wow!
-You really spoiled everything. -[Angela] He gets it, Ginger.
-You don't need to be cruel. -No!
I mean, are you all forgetting the lesson of Garage Feast Day?
"Just because something is spoiled doesn't mean you have to throw it away."
-[Tom] Oh, I see. -[Ben] So true.
-Hank taught me that. -Hey, that's right.
Ginger, thanks for showing us what Garage Feast Day is all about.
-See, Ben. There's a way to fix this. -Yes, definitely.
Time to shred my dreams. My dad was right.
-I am not an artist. -No!
Stop the shredding! I was wrong!
It's not my job to tell you how to live your life. It's my job to support you.
This drawing of us is made from the food we threw at each other at dinner.
From what I understand about art, this should work as a symbolic apology.
-But you said my art was bad. -How would I know?
Look what a bad job I did with this painting.
Wow, it's terrible. I love it.
Thanks, Dad.
Ha! You said it, Dottie.
It's a Garage Feast Day miracle.
[all laugh]