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.
He's not real!
But I am.
Who's Henderson?
I know you didn't say "Henderson,"
so that didn't totally work, but you get the idea.
So just to clarify, you're getting rid of Henderson?
Who's Henderson?
[ Gasps ] There's paper on me!
Get it off! Get it off!
Don't move, Mom! It's stuck to your face!
It's paper!
[ Line ringing ]
Well, here's the problem. It's paper.
Oh. It's a love note from Stan.
"I took Henderson skydiving.
He came from the heavens, and thither he shall return.
Text if you need tampons, my queen."
Aww. Aww.
Oh, no!
[ Button clicks ]
[ Wind whistles ] Uh.
What's happening?
When do I get my parachute?
You were the greatest friend a boy could ask for,
but when a boy marries a girl, he doesn't need friends.
I realize that now.
I-I'm scared, Stan.
I want to go back down to the ground!
You can go wherever you want.
You're imaginary.
What the hell are you doing?
It's time for you to help some
other boy the way you helped me.
I wasn't helping!
Your dad hired me because he didn't love you!
My imagination is so powerful!
This must be what Jim Henson
felt like wrestling with his ideas.
I'm a real man!
My name is Hank Henderson,
and I live in Flagstaff, Arizona.
You showed me your cards, Henderson.
Even I know that's not a real place.
Goodbye, Henderson,
and thank you! [ Screams ]
Come on, Stan.
Don't do anything stupid.
-[ Splat ] -[ Screams, tires screech ]
Francine?
No freaking way.
You're never gonna believe this.
Henderson landed on your car!
Huh. I figured he would disappear or something.
Realistic as hell.
My brain is a marvel.
Good thing you can't see this.
You'd be, like, freaking out.
[ Whimpers ]
There's that super cool lady I know and love.
Want to go dancing?