- You monster! - Ow! What was that for?
You made Ronnie Anne cry!
Cry? I didn't mean to. Wait, how do you know?
Bobby told me.
Right before he broke up with me!
What? Why does Bobby care?
Because Bobby is literally Ronnie Anne's brother!
He said he could never date someone related to someone
who hurt someone he's related to!
Or something like that.
Ronnie Anne has a brother? I thought she was raised by trolls.
[screaming]
That is exactly what Bobby was talking about!
[screaming]
[grunting]
You have to make things right with Ronnie Anne.
OK, OK. I'll call her right now and apologize.
No, na-uh. Actions speak louder than words.
Bobby has to see you being nice to her.
That's the only way he'll get back together with me.
Which is why we're going on a double date.
- What? - It's all been arranged.
We have a reservation at Jean Juan's French-Mex Buffet at 6.
And you will make her feel like the most special girl in the world!
Ugh, I'd rather lick the bathroom--
I'll go iron my khakis!
Clyde, I need your help.
What's up, Lincoln?
I have to go on a double date at Jean Juan's French-Mex Buffet
- with Ronnie Anne. - Ooh, I love fusion cuisine.
But why?
'Cause you were right. I did hurt her feelings.
She told Bobby, and he broke up with Lori,
and now Lori's making me... Clyde?
- Clyde? - Clyde and Lori sitting in a tree.
Where there's no room for dumb Bobby. Woo!
Hi, Bobby.
Hey, babe-- I mean, Lori.
Hi, Ronnie Anne. You're looking lovely this evening.
Yeah, we weirdos clean up nice.
Let's just get this over with.
Good evening, mon jour and senoritas.
Welcome to Jean Juan's French-Mex Buffet!
Clyde, what are you doing?
Ooh, mints!
[groaning]
Just here to help you, buddy.
I know what you're up to. Please don't mess this up for me.
Don't worry, you won't even know I'm here.
[screaming]
So, table for three?
- Actually, there are four-- - Very good!
Three, right this way.
Ma'amsalita.
Wow, table blankets? Pretty romantic.
- I know, isn't it? - I mean, whatever, it's fine.
Hey, thanks man. Oof! Hey, wait!
Ooh, la-la! Young amor!
This calls for música!
No, no, please no música.
So, I hear the quiche ranchero is excellent.
Two flat waters and one sparkling, to match your eyes.
Uh, could I get a water and maybe a chair?
So, how about that math test?
I mean, "show your work"? What is that?
If I may, a special treat for a special lady.
A nacho from Jean Juan's private collection.
I think I'll hit the buffet again.
We both said the same thing at the exact same time.
It's like we're literally meant to be.
[laughing]
Oh, they're so cheesy.
Yeah, cheesier than this fromage con queso.
[laughing]
Or remember that time Bobby decided store-bought flowers were too
impersonal, so he picked his own?
Yeah, and they turned out to be poison ivy.
Lori swelled up like a salted turkey.
[laughing]
Aw, look, they're getting along.
Does that mean...
Babe, this has been torture.
Oh, Bobby Boo-Boo Bear.
Hot frog tamales, coming through!
- Ugh, the nicknames. - I know.
And don't get me started on the kissing.
It's so gross. Who does that?
Yeah, and how about all the selfies?
[laughing]
Don't get my bad side, Bobby!
You don't have a bad side, babe.
Click, click, click.
[laughing]
You know, I'm really sorry about what I said at school.
It's OK. Sorry about the sloppy Joe.
Guess who's back together?
Babe and Bobby Boo-Boo Bear?
Yes, wee! Reunion selfie!