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*BOB'S BURGERS*
Season 09 Episode 22

Episode Title:
"TYes Without My Zeke"

Sync corrections by srjanapala

So...

a cruise ship is docking
in town today.

Who wants to hit
the pier after school

and play a little
sunburn bingo?

What's sunburn bingo?

We look at the
cruise ship people

on the beach
and the first one

to spot all five kinds
of funny sunburns wins.

Flip-flop feet, sunscreen
hand-print on your back...

Left your glasses on,
strap attack and upper butt.

I'm in. Tina?

Um, maybe. Hey, Jimmy Jr.,
do you want to go?

- Uh, that sounds kind of...
- Like a hot date?

- Get it?
- Uh... uh...

I get it! I like funny
sunburns. Count me in.

Oh, okay.
Uh, yeah, then me, too. Yeah.

Huh, Jimmy Jr. and Zeke.
Great.

- Come here, J-Ju! Come on.
- Zeke.

- Zeke. Zeke!
- Okay, okay.

Wait, wait, Zeke,

- what are you doing up there?
- Wait. Oh, okay.

I'm coming at you from
the top rope!

- Here I go!
- Wait, Zeke, don't.

Zeke, get down
from that table.

- Brace yourself, J-Ju! Here I go!
- Zeke, stop.

Zeke! Ow! My penis!

That does it, Zeke.
Detention, after school today.

Aw, dag.

M-Mr. Frond,
give me detention, too.

No. Go ask the lunch lady
for some ice for your penis.

I guess we'll have
to play

sunburn bingo
without you, Zeke.

Well, think of me
while you're

sunburn-shaming
the tourists.

Maybe. We might.
Might not, though.

- I will!
- But we won't.

Hello, Bob and Linda.

- Oh, hey.
- Hey, Randy.

What can I get you,
a burger?

Oh, thank you, Linda.
I've already eaten,

and I'm a vegetarian.
Meat is murder.

But you can get me this.

- Uh, what?
- A hug?

The restaurant.

You want to buy it?

God, no.
I want to rent it out

to shoot my independent
short feature film here.

- Exciting.
- It is!

My film is about a man
looking back on his life.

It's called
A Life Well Steved.

I play Steve.

- Hmm.
- I love it.

And this place is even better
than my original location,

which fell through
when it burned down.

Maybe because I overloaded
the circuits with my lighting.

- Maybe not.
- Uh, what?

- And I'll need to shoot it tomorrow.
- Tomorrow?

Sorry, Randy,
but tomorrow's Saturday,

and it's usually our busiest
day of the week. I...

I don't think you can afford
to pay us enough to close...

- Oh, you can.
- Mm-hmm.

H-How do you... Oh, right.
You're a trust fund kid.

We prefer the term
"lucky baby duckies."

Ooh, we'll have a
whole film crew in here.

The lighting guy will be over there,

and the "cinnamon-tographer"
will be over there.

Nope. It'll just be me.

I am my own
"cinnamon-tographer."

I'm also the writer,
director, producer and star.

And makeup artist and on-set tutor.

- I'm tingling!
- Uh, well...

Come on, Bob. You love movies.

- This will be fun.
- Yeah. Maybe it'll be fun.

I mean, probably not,
but let's do it.

- Great!
- All right.

I'll bring some of my
gear over in a little bit.

See you guys later.

Our restaurant's gonna
be famous.

Just like the restaurant
in Seinfeld.

"More soup for you."

I still only have upper
butt and strap attack.

Did these cruise people
finally discover sunscreen?

This is nice, huh, Jimmy Jr.?

- You, me, the kids.
- Look!

Zeke's here. Zeke!

- Damn it.
- Come stand next to me.

- Tina, move over a little.
- So, closer?

- No.
- Like this?

No. Take, like,
two steps that way.

- Oh.
- Wait, why do you look so sad, Zeke?

I got problems.

My dad got mad at me
about getting detention.

Well, he should be used
to it by now.

No, this time
it's serious.

He said if I get
one more detention,

he's sending me to a
special school an hour away

for kids who need guidance
with disciplinary issues.

An hour away?

- Oh, no.
- Sorry, Zeke.

That's really far.

Yeah, damn. Well, we'll just
have to make the best of it,

Jimmy Jr.
We'll hang out all week

and then, uh, maybe see
Zeke on the weekends.

You can call them
the "Zeke-ends."

W-We can work on
your issues, Zeke.

- W-We can't let this happen!
- It already happened.

- Wait, what do you mean?
- When I was in detention,

Mr. Frond left me alone
for a little while,

and I spelled a bad word
on the ceiling

by whipping
wet toilet paper up there.

He's gonna see it
on Monday.

Why, Zeke?
Why would you do that?

I don't know! I was...

I was frustrated, I guess.

Where did you get
the toilet paper?

I always carry a roll for
emergency pranks and poops.

- Smart.
- What bad word did you spell?

Basically every bad
word strung together.

- Whoa.
- How did you decide

which word went first?

- Sound.
- This is the worst thing ever.

I can't only see you
on the Zeke-ends.

That's not enough Zeke
for me.

- Wh-Who will I eat lunch with?
- Me.

- Who will I wrestle with?
- Me.

Who's gonna explain
cootie catchers to me?

Me. I mean, I kind of get them.

What are we gonna do?!

Well, I mean,
if I was in this situation,

I'd just sneak into
the school tomorrow

and take the toilet paper
bad word off the ceiling

before anyone sees it.
But that's me.

Maybe you guys don't want
to walk on the wild side.

- No, no, we do want to.
- Yeah, I'll do anything.

But how would we get in?

- Tomorrow's Saturday.
- Yeah.

Well, I've been working on
a prank for when I graduate.

It involves a lot of crickets,
but that's a whole other story.

Tell me at bedtime.

I haven't worked the
prank out entirely,

but I have figured out
how to get in the school.

The gym has a window
about eight feet high

that's always cracked a little.

We could push a dumpster
over by the window,

climb up and pull it open.

It only opens wide enough

to slip a very small person inside.

Or a million crickets.

What about you?

Flattered, but no.
Smaller than me.

I was thinking
Pocket Sized Rudy.

He goes through the window,
opens the door for us,

bing, bang, boom.

Ooh, Pocket Sized Rudy is
in Colonial Williamsburg.

Again? God, that family
loves candle making.

Well, there's got to be other
small kids at our school.

There is this kid in
my class, Arnold Evans.

He's a really
smart eight-year-old

who skipped a grade.

That kid who wears a karate
outfit to school sometimes?

Or what
I think is a karate outfit?

- I don't really get fashion.
- Yeah, that's him.

I bet he could fit through
that window. What do you think?

- Let's do it.
- Hell yeah! -I'm in.

But maybe not, because breaking
into the school is wrong.

Let's think about that
for a second.

Thought about it.
We're doing it.

Look at y'all,
helping old Zeke out.

Sense of community
and whatnot.

Yeah, you're not going
anywhere.

- I hope not.
- Room for one more?

Great. Okay,
Belcher kid meeting.

Arnold said he's in as long
as we call him "sensei."

I said no. He said he's still
wearing his karate outfit.

- I said fine.
- Great.

But now we got to figure out

what we're gonna tell
Mom and Dad

about why we can't work
tomorrow. Ugh.

Easy. We tell them we're doing
something stupid and helpful,

like cleaning up the beach.

Oh, perfect. Follow my lead.

Hey, kids.

Mom, Dad,
we've got some big news

that we think you're
gonna be excited about.

Wait, what's all this?

Oh, Randy's shooting
a movie here tomorrow.

So we're closing.
You guys have the day off.

- Oh, cool.
- Wh-What's the big news, Louise?

Um, that we love you guys.

- In spite of everything.
- Aw.

Belcher kid meeting. Okay,
that first Belcher kid meeting

was unnecessary.
We're good.

- Operation help Zeke is a go.
- Yay! -Yay.

Okay, Arnold should be
here any minute.

In the meantime, Zeke,

go ahead and
wrestle that window open.

Get open. Come on.

- Loosen up. You son of a...
- Hi, guys. -Hi.

- Arnold.
- Hi, buddy. - Sup?

Ready to slide through
this window, Arnold?

Look, I know I'm here
because I'm height-impaired

and, uh, size-challenged
and, uh...

- Small?
- Eh, uh...

Really don't like that
word too much. Uh...

You should know that
I have many talents,

uh, that can be of service.

For instance, my skills.

How about that?

It looks very much like
you're about to do the robot.

That'll, uh,
come in handy, for sure.

But first, how about
you slip in the window

and open the door for us?

Guys, I think we're
pressuring Arnold too much.

He doesn't have to do
this if he doesn't want to.

No, I want to.
The karate code says

- you must help people in need.
- Damn.

Preesh. Now get up here. Come on.

I mean, it doesn't say that verbatim,

but, uh, it's implied.

- Great.
- Wha...

Oh, God. It's a long drop.

Arnold? Buddy? You okay?

- Does this look okay?
- Let's do this!

Oops. I forgot to prop the door open.

One more time?

Okay, lets get shooting.

So, you do the whole
thing into the camera?

Like you're,
like you're talking to it

- like it's a person?
- That's right, Linda.

Steve delivers his
monologue to the camera,

reflecting on flashback
scenes that I already shot.

Now shush, Bob.
We're about to roll.

I-I didn't say any...

- Bob, shush.
- Okay. All right.

And... action.

Looking back on my life, it's funny.

The things I did
that made people happy.

The things I did
that made people sad.

The whole time, I had no
idea what an impact I had.

Whether it was reading
to Grandpa

when he was in the home

or seeing a stranger
on a windy day

and offering them my comb.

- Wait, does this all rhyme?
- Shh!

And cut.
Did you say something, Bob?

No. Actually,
Linda was saying something

about how everything rhymed

- and if that was weird.
- Nuh-uh.

We're in. Hard part's over.

Should be smooth sailing now.

My penis!

What the hell? Why are
the hallways all slippy-slidey?

Shh! Look,
Mr. Branca's waxing the floors.

Oh, no, we're busted.

Oh, good,
he's waxing away from us.

Everyone take off your shoes.

If we don't scuff his floors,
he won't know we're here.

♪ Summer breeze ♪

♪ Makes me feel fine ♪

♪ Blowing
through the jasmine... ♪

Detention room's this way, J-Ju.

I know, I'm just grabbing this
to knock the bad word

off the ceiling
in the suspension room.

My main man's bright.

I mean, not book smart,
but broom smart.

And you know what

was the big game changer?

When I decided to never again
use the word "stranger."

- He's still rhyming.
- And cut.

Bob, why don't you stand
in the kitchen

so I won't pick you up
on the audio.

- Fine.
- I'm so sorry, Randy.

- I can still hear you breathing, Bob!
- Oh, uh,

go in the employee bathroom,
Bob.

- Perfect.
- No.

I'm not standing in the bathroom

- while you shoot the movie.
- Come on, Bob.

I thought this might be fun,

but I'm annoyed that
I have to stand in here

- while you're shooting.
- You're annoyed?

- You're annoying.
- You are!

- You are!
- You are!

Ooh, behind-the-scenes
movie drama.

I bet this was what it was like
on the set of E.T.

Spielberg and E.T.
just going at it.

- There it is.
- Whoa.

That really is every swear word
put together.

I'm impressed, Zeke.

Guys, I'm not sure how
we're gonna get that down.

I had my great broom
idea, but I don't...

I don't think
it's long enough to reach.

Let me see.

Poop. I guess this is a real
mission impossible, right? Poop!

Wait, what if I get on that desk
and J-Ju gets on my shoulders?

- I bet it would reach.
- That's so smart, Zeke.

Let's do it. Come on.
Come on, get up here.

- Okay, uh...
- Come on. Ooh, wow.

- You losing weight, J-Ju?
- A-a little.

Come on!

- Ow. Still not close enough.
- Come on!

Push!

- Damn. - Aah!
- Well, it's a start.

Yeah, but at this rate,
we'll be here all day.

As long as we're done by 4:00.

There's a Facts of Life
marathon,

and, honey,
I've been training for it.

And I thought to myself,
"I can't take another hurdle.

I think I am that baby turtle."

And... cut.

Oh, Randy,
that was beautiful.

- Oh, you think so?
- Oh, yeah, it was perfect.

- It wasn't too on the nose?
- No.

Thanks. That means a lot.

How long have you been finished?

Were you ever gonna tell me
when to leave the bathroom?

Oh, relax, Bob. We just cut.

You're free to stay out here

while I rehearse the turn
in my monologue.

Wow, thank you.

You think
I wanted to end up here?

In a depressing place
like this?

- Day after day?
- What? Wait.

I thought this was about a guy

happily looking back on his life.

And by the way, Randy,
what happened to the rhyming?

First of all, I don't know
what you're talking about

with the rhyming.
Second, I did some

last-minute rewrites this morning.

The whole thing
was just too... neat.

It needed a dark turn.

Is it still called
A Life Well Steved?

It is, but I added
some commas.

So now it's A Life, Well, Steved.

Like he had good intentions,
then he "Steved" it up.

Oh, I get it.

You didn't say you were gonna
make the restaurant sound

- like a depressing...
- Stink hole?

- No. I didn't say that.
- Well, I'm gonna use it.

Y-You can't call my
restaurant a stink hole.

- Did you cash the check?
- Yes.

- I'm saying stink hole.
- Damn it!

Ugh. It looks like we only got

about a quarter of it down.

I-I can still make
out a few swear words.

Yeah. And they're the worst ones.

- Even I'm offended by that one.
- H'yah!

Well, gang... call the
people who clean up stadiums,

because we left it all
on the field.

- We tried our best. Darn.
- Wait, wait.

I saw a ladder in the closet
that I took the broom from.

So you saw a ladder
but you grabbed a broom.

- You're lucky you're cute.
- H'yah!

Let's go grab that ladder.

But Mr. Branca's
still out there.

Yeah. He already waxed off.

- We don't want him to wax on.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- It's okay for me to make that joke.
- H'yah!

Hello? What was that noise?

- Who is that?
- Hello?

It's Mr. Frond.

- Oh, no.
- We're screwed.

- Dang.
- Finally. I mean, fudge.

- What should we do?
- Don't make a sound.

I can go out there and
put a wrist lock on him.

Take him down. Is that cool?

No... Maybe. No.

Is someone here? I heard a noise.

Maybe it came from over here.

What are you doing walking
all over my clean floors?!

I'm-I'm sorry, Mr. Branca.
I forgot today was floor waxing.

I came in to try on some
shirts I bought online.

The mirrors in the second floor
bathrooms are flattering...

I-I mean, honest.

Tell me about it.

Anyway, I-I-I thought
I heard something,

but I guess it was you.

Yes. Now please,
take off your shoes.

Okay, but I have to take my
pants off to get my shoes off.

- Don't ask questions.
- Oh, thank God. -

Great. Now we have to sneak
around Mr. Branca and Mr. Frond.

The odds are stacked against us.

Two powerhouses out there.

Okay, I think Mr. Frond should
be doing whatever weird thing

he said he was doing
in the bathroom by now.

Let's slide over to the
closet and get that ladder.

Is it a corporate ladder?

'Cause I'm gonna climb
that son of a bitch.

Be honest.

Is this terrible,
terrible place purgatory?

It's worse? Oh, dear God.

- And... cut.
- This is so...

Who-who is your
character even talking to?

- Is it your evil twin?
- Good guess, Linda, but no.

It's something no other film

- has ever done before.
- I give up.

Death. I've been talking to Death.

Oh, like that
Ingmar Bergman movie

where the guy's playing
chess with Death?

Or that movie where
Brad Pitt plays Death?

What's it called?
Meet Jack Black?

Nope. Totally different.
Not like those at all.

I'm going to put this on
and shoot the big reveal

of Death sitting across from me.

If I gave you your money back,
Randy,

would you just leave
right now?

No.

Hmm?

Mm.

Ladders are great;
they're like skinny stairs.

We're gonna be outta here in no time.

Yeah, and then
you won't have to go

to that special
impulse control school,

and we can keep hanging
out all day every day, Zeke.

Yeah. In between classes and everything.

- Quick hug.
- Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

So now you're just gonna
shoot the other way,

- with Death reacting to Steve?
- Yes.

So the big reveal of Death is
just you

cutting back and forth
between Steve and Death?

- Yep.
- Isn't that gonna look

- kind of stupid?
- Groundbreaking?

You need someone else
to play Death, Randy,

so you can get a shot with
both of you in it, you idiot.

Oh, I'll do it.

Ah, nah,
Death is probably a white man.

- Bob, you do it.
- Yeah, Bob, you do it.

Fine, Randy, I will do it!

Great, you'll need this!

This is actually kind of cool!

I know! You're welcome!

I'm so glad y'all helped
me dodge this bullet.

The other school's motto is:
"We never give up on you."

That's too much pressure.

Yeah, what's their problem?

I mean, it sounds like
a pretty good school,

but I guess you won't get
the help you need. That's all.

It's like it's snowing.

I'm gonna make
a toilet paper angel. Ah.

I wish I could be that carefree.

But a lot of people
depend on me.

Okay, last row.
Zeke, make it count.

Okay, tee-pee, you don't
have to get flushed,

but you can't stay here.

Okay, this is clearly a
women's camouflage tank.

But I'm not not pulling it off.

I'll take a lap in it
and see how it feels.

That's the last of it.
Like it never happened.

Okay, who's in there?
I heard that.

- Someone's in there.
- Uh-oh.

I can wait here all day.

If you think I have
somewhere better to be

on a Saturday, think again.

- What do we do?
- I don't know,

but at least
he can't get in here.

Oh, there's a key to this room

in Ms. Schnur's office.

Crap.

Whoa! Oh. Oh, great.

I think that's a stain.
I guess I have to keep it now.

- What do we do now?
- Mr. Frond is coming back

- any second with that key.
- We should go out the window.

I mean, we'd fall to our deaths
because we're on

the second floor,
but maybe.

Well, I guess this is it.

I can't stand it, Zeke.

Thanks for trying, everyone.

I'm gonna take this stapler

to remember this place by.

Every time I look at this stapler,

I'll think of you, Jimmy Jr.

I don't know why you
picked a stapler, but okay.

Zeke has a stapler and
you have me, Jimmy Jr.

Everything worked out the
way it was supposed to.

I thought
we could fix this, Zeke.

I thought I could keep us
together.

We did everything
we could.

I'll never
be happy again, Zeke.

It's so cute how
they're both ugly criers.

I have an idea.

We all transfer
to the special school?

- We go up.
- Do what?

We go up into the ceiling,

then we pull the ladder
up, replace the tile,

and crawl to another spot in the
school where we can climb down.

The ceiling can't hold us,
Tina, it's just those dumb tiles.

The tiles can't hold us
but the cable trays can.

They're bolted into the ceiling.

Cable trays? What language
are you speaking, girl?

All the computer cables and stuff

are on these metal tracks up there.

- They can hold our weight.
- How do you know that?

I, um, heard that a friend
of mine, a cool friend,

might've... used to go up
there and try to catch a glimpse

of anything
in the boys' locker room.

Y-You don't know her.

She's great and she's gorgeous.
O-Okay.

Everyone, put on your
shoes and let's go.

But is it safe-ish?

Just stay on the tray,
and don't wobble.

And spread out. And may
God have mercy on our souls.

Okay, let's pull the ladder up.

What on Earth is that sound?

Gotcha! What the...?

So there's the story of my life.
At least, my side of it.

Please, let me go back.

I don't want to be
stuck in this stink hole.

- Nice.
- How could anyone spend eternity

in a place like this?

I want to turn my life around.

Can you wait to take me?
Just a few more years?

Can you spare me for
just a few more years?

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank... you.

And... cut.

- Oh, that was great.
- Really?

Yeah. That was, uh, that
was something, Randy.

Ah! And so moving.

Okay, well, then
I guess that's a wrap.

Thank you, Bob.
I think we made

something really
special here today.

Uh, I'm happy for you,
Randy,

and I'm also happy that
it's over.

And I'm keeping this robe;
I've never had a robe.

This was a great idea, T-Bird.

Do you know where we are, Tina?

I think we're over the hallway.

We'll have to find the
lockers and jump down on those.

You lost me at "jump down."

I just don't under... What?

Is somebody up there?

Go, go, go. Go.

Zeke, throw that stapler that way.

Maybe Mr. Frond will go
down the wrong hallway.

- Okay.
- W-W-Wait. Wait. Wait, Zeke.

Let me do it. I can fling
it like a throwing star.

But Zeke's a little stronger.

- I need this.
- Oh, gosh.

Okay. Let it fly, little guy.

I believe in you,

- but also, don't mess up.
- H'yah!

- Whoa.
- Wow, you got that far.

- Damn.
- Now you know.

Okay, gotcha!

What the hell are you doing?

You're getting ceiling
dirt all over my floors!

- There's somebody up there.
- Move it.

You are cleaning this up.

- I heard people in that room, and...
- Oh, really?

- And then in the ceiling.
- Well, how did they get in the ceiling?

Did they fly?

- Here.
- ..ceiling...

You are ca-ca cuckoo.
You know that, Mr. Frond?

I am not ca-ca cuckoo.

- But I like that shirt.
- Thank you.

It's a men's tank.

Bye. No one's gonna
see that movie, right?

Eh, maybe those
tomato people will?

See how many tomatoes
they'll give it?

This place isn't like death,
is it?

What? Course not.

I mean, we're probably gonna
die here, but you know...

- Uh, not helping.
- But not for a long, long time.

And I wouldn't trade that
for anything.

Mwah!

You want to die
in our restaurant?

Yeah. In 60 years.
Both of us, same time.

We'll cross our eyes, stick
out our tongues and fall over.

I-I think
I'm gonna smile a little,

so I don't freak out the
kids when they find us.

They said we'd never
be able to pull it off,

just like the Band-Aid
on my testicles.

Uh, Tina,

you really made me
the happiest boy today.

- I did?
- Yeah, you really came through

- with that ceiling thing.
- Well, you know, it was nothing.

But you can keep telling
me how happy I make you.

What are you guys
talking about?

Just that
it's all thanks to Tina

that you won't be sent
away to that stupid school.

That's right.
You saved me, Tina.

I just have to never
get in trouble again.

I can do that.

- Come here, you, come on.
- Ow.

- Get over here.
- Zeke! Zeke! No.

Don't give me a wedgie.

I know it's hard to give
up having Jimmy Jr.'s butt

all to yourself,
but you did the right thing, T,

helping out
those two idiots.

I know.
Stop reminding me.

I hope Mr. Branca
finds the note we left.

"We found your ladder
in the trash

"and put it back in the ceiling for you.

"You're welcome!
X-O-X-O,

Your Secret Admirer."

Oh...

♪ Wet toilet paper ♪

♪ Ooh, wah, wah, wah, ooh ♪

♪ Climbing through the window ♪

♪ J-Ju's got the broomstick ♪

♪ Climb into the ceiling ♪

♪ Ooh, wah, wah, wah, ooh ♪

♪ Look out! ♪

♪ Waxing all the hallways ♪

♪ Stapler ♪

♪ Fling it like a throwing star ♪

- ♪ Ooh, wah, wah, wah, ooh ♪
- ♪ Sliding on the clean floors ♪

♪ Toilet paper angel ♪

♪ Wah, wah, wah,
wah, wah, wah. ♪