[ Suspenseful music playing ]
♪♪
[ Gasps ]
♪♪
[ Sighs ] It's just Dad.
[ "Working Man" by Rush playing, shower running ]
[ Whimpering ] Wrobel.
♪♪
Oh, good, it's just a speaker.
♪ When I get up... ♪ Eeee-yaaa!
[ Screams ]
[ Cellphone buzzing ]
Hello?
Barrrryyyy deeeaaaaad. [ Squawks ]
♪♪
Dad! Please tell me I'm having a nightmare!
I wish, because then when you wake up,
my JCLs wouldn't sound so off.
They sound fine to me!
Barry, they're not even on. Still.
Not to worry. I got a guy coming to fix them.
[ Knocking ]
Hey there, buckaroo.
Aah! Barry, what's gotten into you?
Sorry about that, Mr. Wrobel.
Please. Just Wrobel.
Of course. I'm Ted.
Mind if I call you Wrobel?
[ Laughs ] [ Hushed ] He gets it!
[ Whistles ]
Real "noice" JCL 100s.
I actually just restored a set of these babies
for the second time.
Whoa! Not so fast!
[ Imitates gun cocking, firing ]
You're dead.
That's a good joke.
[ Laughter ]
♪♪
Wrobel was in my house, Snot!
Listen, here's what you gotta do.
Go to the police and tell them Wrobel showed you his dick.
No! I'm done being a pushover!
And I'm going to do what I wanted to do in the first place!
I'm telling my dad everything.
[ Sirens wailing, car horns honking ]
Mike, this Wrobel guy was stalking my son!
Easy, Teddy Bear! I got this.
We demand a restraining order. Agreed.
My client will not come within 100 yards
of Barry or his family.
In addition, my client's petition for visitation rights
with Barry has been withdrawn.
I don't even know why he asked for that.
Hey, let me grab you a sec
before that restraining order kicks in
and I have to yell everything from 100 yards.
You're still a pushover.
Nuh-uh, I stood up for myself.
No, not really, no.
Your daddy and his lawyer stood up to me, but you?
No. No, you did not stand up to me.
No, no. [ Grunting ]
Say, what's going on with your face?
Ah, never mind. I don't care. Bye!
♪♪
C'mon, poo already, butthole.
[ Cellphone chimes ]
"Motion at your front door."
Kewl.
Well, well, well,
look who came crawling back for my speakers.
But if he thinks I'm gonna straight-up trade
for that sledgehammer...
Well, I don't know. Today I could. I'm feeling it.
[ Dramatic music playing ]
Who's standing up for himself now?!
[ Gasps ] The 10-second delay!
♪♪
Khaleesi, help!
Call the police!
And tell them to bring toilet paper!
You sure you wanna press charges?
He'll do some time if you do. Good.
Some serious time for an unserious buyer.
Doing time for wasting my time.
Anyways, you guys wanna come in for some White Claws?
Sounds good.
[ Thudding ]
♪♪
[ Grunting ]
Make...them...pay!
Aah! [ Buzzer ]
Robinson. You're gettin' out. Pack it up.
Don't tell me what to do!
[ Yelps ] Oh! This job's the worst!