I never forgot about you, Henderson.
I missed you so much!
But why would an imaginary friend get so old
and sad-looking?
'Cause of all the imaginary drugs I've done.
Ah.
Stan, you're finally using the tree house,
all alone, but I brought you two beers,
because beers are good.
Oh, God. She's so annoying.
I'll get rid of her.
[ Yawns ] Wow, look at the time.
Better stop jerking off alone in my tree house
while there's still daylight.
Nice. Okay.
Guess I should boogie-oogie-oogie back inside,
'cause I love dancing.
[ As Francine ] "You're finally using the tree house."
[ Normal voice ] Come on, dude.
Don't come in here with that when
you're obviously checking up on me.
Mm! Whadda-hella-dis?
There's only one candy corn for every two pretzels!
Forget this.
You don't deserve a woman like her.
So long, Stan.
Wait. If you're saying that,
it means I think I don't deserve her.
How do I keep her?
Take your wife dancing!
Dancing? With my wife?
Oh, there's got to be a Plan B. Aah!
When you were 8 years old, you had nothing.
Look at your life now, dummy.
You got a beautiful wife, okay kids,
and you're gonna give it all up for what?
To jerk it in a tree house all alone until you die?
I mean, doesn't sound that bad.
For an imaginary friend, you sure pack a wallop.
Francine: It's true.
Henderson did pack a wallop, but it worked.
Stan took me dancing.
Roger: Francine, what are you doing in the voiceover booth?
I've got this booked to record a commercial
for Brockton Jock Straps --
"The only jock strap with extra fabric to cover
your whole, horrible ass."
Okay, I locked in a rezzie at Ruby Tuesday's.
You gotta make me the perfect fishbowl.
We're talking three dragons minimum.
I got this, Klaus.
Stand back.
It's about to get toasty.
♪ It's getting hot in here ♪
♪ So hot ♪
♪ So take off all your clothes ♪
♪ I am getting so hot ♪
♪I want to take my clothes off ♪
-♪ It's getting hot in here ♪ -♪ So hot ♪
♪ So take off all your clothes ♪
♪ I am getting so hot ♪
♪ I want to take my clothes off ♪
♪ Why you at the bar if you ain't poppin' the bottles? ♪
♪ What good is all the fame if...the models? ♪
♪ I see you drivin' sports cars, ain't hittin' the throttle ♪
♪ And I'll be down to do 100 with a little bit of ♪
-♪ And a sprinkle of that ♪ -♪ Ah, ah ♪
♪ Let it just fall out ♪
♪ I like it when you ah, ah ♪
-♪ Girl, baby, make it ♪ -♪ Ah, ah ♪
♪ Oh! ♪
The hell is with these dragons?
I'm not trying to bang George R.R. Martin over here!
I need this to be a panty-melter, bro-ham.
Do it again!
Tonight was magical, my love.
I feel like Cinderella.
You look like Cinderella, too.
Like in your face.
[ Moaning ]
I worked up a sweat, and I need to run my balls
under the sink, then let's make sweet love.
Clean balls!
Now I know I'm in a fairytale.
[ Humming ]
Henderson: How was dancing?
[ Gasps ] Henderson!
What are you doing in my bathroom?
Eating an apple.
I mean why are you doing in my bathroom?
Waiting for my next assignment.
And payment.
There is no next assignment!
Our business arrangement is over.
Marriage rekindled! Mission accomplished!
Then I guess I should tell Stan everything and crush him.
It'll probably end your marriage.
[ Gasps ]
[ Door slams ]
Francine?
I think you're gonna like this!
Guess what I am? I need to come clean.
Guess, Francine.
Sex gargoyle?
Nope. Horse statue outside PF Chang's,
a.k.a. your favorite statue in the world.
You remembered!
Oh, you're making this so hard.
Stan, there is something you need to know.
Hold that thought while I come clean about something.
It wasn't my idea to take you dancing.
[ Inhales deeply ]
I have an imaginary friend named Henderson.
He made me realize that you are my everything,
and I never want to drift apart.
You were about to confess something?
Oh, wow.
Stan, I...
once bought a bunch of 9th graders beer
at a Blues Traveler concert.
Sounds like you're only confessing to one thing --
being a super cool lady.
Well, take some advice from a super cool lady.
Stan, get rid of your imaginary friend.