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They were paying a visit to the Krusty Arms apartment complex.
Why? It's my Nana's crib.
Dorothy Joanne Waffles, a .k .a. my Nana, most favoritest person ever.
He's crazy about her.
Another reason we like hanging at Krusty Arms is this.
Check it out. It's a wheelchair ramp.
Intended for the elderly, but fun for all ages.
Whoa. See that old dude over there?
That's Carl.
Nana's man friend.
He's a smidge grouchy, so he's gay quietly.
Hey, Carl.
Luther.
Wait,
don't tell me. Dude, you won't believe what happened. Yes, no, maybe. Don't
forget that I'm a genius. Are you crazy? Someone should be listening to us.
Wait, don't tell me. Not again.
Would you just calm down? Is there a problem?
Let's get a pizza.
And then we'll act like nothing ever happened. Calm down. It's only Tuesday.
We'll get a pizza.
And hope that no one will learn us talking. Calm down. Cause I'm a genius.
It's only for a day And by tomorrow we'll have everything just fine
Exciting teenage life?
Exciting? Jeepers.
All he does is skateboard.
Why don't you get some hair, old man?
Suck an egg, freckles.
Okay. It may seem weird that I'm yelling at an old dude. That's just a fun way
that Carl and I communicate.
Hey, why don't you get a job, hippie? Why don't you get a grip, baldy?
Nose picker, nap taker.
So, Nana, how are you? Oh.
Let's not talk about me. I want to hear about you.
So tell me, how's your band doing?
The band?
It's going great.
Our new hit single, it's flying up the charts.
And we're going on a world tour.
Oh, that's wonderful.
Okay, here's the dealio. I sort of told my nanster I was in a band called Soul
Bucket. I make up all sorts of fun little stories when I'm around her.
I got an A plus in earth science.
Alrighty.
I'm this close to getting my helicopter pilot's license.
They named a llama at the zoo after me.
Why do I fib? Because she's old, man.
She has nothing going on.
And when I see that smile on her face, I get such a warm feeling inside.
It's even better than hot.
Peanut butter cabbage soup.
Soul bucket's blowing up. Oh, it is just wonderful, Lucy. Your 70th birthday's
coming up. Is there anything that you want? You know, anything special?
Oh, I don't know.
Oh, you'll have to bother. Oh, my.
Come on, cookie buns.
Tell them what you want.
Nana, come on, anything.
She wants her stupid band to play at her birthday party.
My band?
would make my day so special.
Poochie, do you like these shoes, or should I wear the brown ones to the
Hmm.
Yay!
But which do you like better? Whatever you like better. Yay!
Okay, I was looking for your opinion.
Just do them all some other time.
This clapping thing is getting old.
I need a new best friend.
Soul bucket.
So you told her that your fake rock band was going to play at her party.
Why? I don't know. I couldn't help myself.
You got yourself into a real pickle, Luke.
Soul bucket.
Soul bucket.
Why did you say that?
Come on, man.
Of all the names, man.
You want to know the real funny part? What?
I told her you're in the band, too.
Me?
Keep laughing.
Luther, I know what you're thinking, and it's not going to happen. Look, all we
have to do is lip sync a few tunes. It means so much to her. Are you out of
head? She's old.
Her life is boring. I just don't want to let her down. Luther, enough with the
lies. Haven't you ever watched kids' TV?
Lying always comes back to bite you in the butt. And if you can't tell her the
truth, I will.
You're not going anywhere.
Let go of my shirt.
Let go.
Let go, man. Let go.
Hey, Nana Waffles. Hold on one second.
I need to talk to you.
Cool. A water skiing horse.
Loving it.
That's not a horse. That's me water skiing.
But what about the saddle?
That's my bathing suit.
Okay, let's just agree to disagree.
So, you were a big water skier, huh?
Everglade champion 1969 to 78.
Me and Carl made quite a team.
Right on, Carl.
Hard to picture you in shorts, though.
I drove the boat, you mudflap.
So, Luther told me about your birthday party.
Oh, I am so excited to hear you play at my party.
Yeah, about that.
There's something I need to tell you.
Yes?
It's just not fair. Everyone in the Waffles family has those darn puppy dog
eyes. His cousin Kathy, his uncle Ned, even Duke has those puppy dog eyes.
So, what'd you need to tell me?
That we can't... That
we can't wait to play at
your birthday party.
So, why would I agree to sing to a bunch of old fogies when I have no musical
talent whatsoever?
Because Luther's my best bud. And he says this lip -syncing thing is going to
work. It is going to work, right?
Yeah, it's going to be great. Trust me. Nana loves the 70s. Slow butter.
Bro.
Thank you all for responding to my online ad.
While only one of you will become my new best friend, the rest of you can still
send me gifts on holidays and my birthday.
Without further ado, let's get to know each other.
I like ponies, and I like lollipops. See, I lost this tooth, and then this
is loose.
Huh?
We can become best friends.
Next.
Oh, wait. Did I mention my brother has six toes?
Yes. Next.
Next.
Next.
Next.
Next. Next.
That you like fluting, witty political cartoons, and goal setting.
I do.
Well, only when I'm not tormenting my older brother.
I think we have a winner.
a sticky apple ladies and gentlemen
and carl please welcome the soulful sounds
Looks like he's trying to pull the old horn smuggle.
Um, that concludes the end of our show.
You've been a delightful audience.
Come on, boys.
Yeah, rats, I'm out of juice.
Okay, come on, guys. Take it easy.
Let's just eat some pudding and we'll talk this over.
Okay, um, Jell -O?
Basically, Soul Bucket was a figment of Luther's vivid imagination.
But Soul Bucket, it was blowing up.
Why would he lie to me?
He said he felt sorry for you since, you know, you're old and you don't have
much going on.
And please don't give me those puppy dog eyes.
I have a word search to get to.
We haven't forgotten you.
Almost
had him.
So Nana Waffles is bummed, but her bummage can't hold a candle to how
feeling. Because when Luth gets bummed, it hits him hard.
Some people drown their sorrows by eating a big bowl of ice cream. But the
Luth clears his head is by going a couple rounds with a Mexican flyweight
Manny Pachico.
Come on, Luth. You don't have to do this.
I deserve whatever Manny dishes out to me.
I did my man wrong.
Luth, for as long as I've known you, you've always been about making other
people feel bad.
Why can't you just apologize to your Nana? No, Zeke. I can't face her. I'm
ashamed. I'm just going to hit the showers.
I should have wore a cup.
Nana, you have to understand. Your happiness means the world to Luther. So
behalf of my best friend, he's sorry.
I accept his apology.
I love my Lucy.
He'll be so happy to hear that.
Now we can let the healing begin.
So what are you painting today?
A clown.
Whoa. That is one sad clown.
What? You've never dressed up like a clown for a lady?
Luther's right.
My life is boring.
Ever since I quit water skiing, I've been searching for something, anything,
make me feel that passion again.
Nana. What if you just start water skiing again?
Oh, those days are long behind me, Zeke. Come on. Putting the old swimsuit back
on? Feeling the cool breeze in your face?
Oh, the tug of the rope.
Staring at the back of Carl's beautiful bald head.
It was magical.
Oh, I appreciate what you're trying to do.
Just tell Luther his Nana's fine and...
I'll see him the next time he visits.
Thanks a ton, kid.
Now she's in a mood and you've ruined my whole night of fluching.
So, we dyed all of these underwear pink.
Check. We sabotaged all the rival neighborhood lemonade stands.
Check. And completed reading aloud our checklist.
Check.
I have never had a best friend who was this cool.
And so darn pretty.
It's almost too good to be true.
Yeah.
I mean, yes, it is.
Wait.
What did you just do right there?
What is going on here?
Did I ever tell you that my uncle's a Hollywood makeup artist?
Poochie? That's right. I heard about your little plan and I knew you'd only
you. Well, guess what? Another you doesn't exist.
Well, hold on, Poochie McGruder.
I was just looking for somebody with a little spunk.
And lady, you got it.
Who knew?
Best friends again?
Sure. Yay!
But can we talk about the...
I've been working on the poochie pop.
Let's just stick with the yay.
Yay!
Nana's life has never been the same since she quit water skiing. She told me
herself. She misses the tug of the rope, the wind in her face. Bro, she's 70
years old, okay? That's like 400 in dog years.
Okay.
Let me ask you something.
Are you still gonna skateboard when you're 70?
Heck yeah.
Me too.
Can you even imagine a world where we're not allowed to do what we love because
we get too old?
Yeah, that is a lousy world.
And this would be a good way for you to redeem yourself.
I'd take my butter slow, poor boar.
So, where's the boat and the lake?
This is the lake.
And here comes the boat.
You gal's gonna stop yakking anytime soon.
Nana's gonna skate -ski?
Listen, kid, we don't always see eye to eye, but we both got a soft spot for
that tomato you call Nana.
Now, if you think skate -skiing is gonna make her happy, why, then I'll drag her
gorgeous tush all the way to Reno.
Come here, you big bald -headed softy.
Hey.
Hey, quit lady -hugging me.
My plan was pretty simple.
Carl's little scooter was going to generate enough tow speed to get Nana up
the skateboard.
Simple. Not so much.
Nana Waffles did not react well when we told her what our plan was.
Are you bonkers?
Nana, look, I want to say I'm sorry for lying to you about all that stuff.
It was dumb.
But I want to make it up to you.
Oh, Lucia.
It's just like water skiing, except without the boat.
Or the water.
Or the skis, actually.
Come on, baby.
Just like old times.
Come on, Nana. You're so close.
The tug of the rope.
The cool wind in your face.
Look, Carl's big, beautiful, bald head.
All you have to do is say those three magical words.
Hit it, Carl!
I wouldn't have believed what happened next if I hadn't seen it with my own two
eyes. Nana Waffles took the skate scheme like a duck to water.
It looked like so much fun, I had to give it a shot.
The important thing was that my buddy Luther was reunited with his Nana.
Nana, this is amazing.
And I think we all learned some valuable lessons that day.
Nana learned that you're never too old to do what you love to do.
And Luther?
I'm not quite sure what Luther learned.
How do you like them apples, hippie?
That's nothing, geezer. Eat that, you bald king me!
You bamboozled me.
Can't it just sack of weeds?
Want to play again?
Set him up, kid.
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