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Okay, Moon Rocker!

Tonight, we are welcoming a new couple
into our family.

Their pre -enlightenment names were
Brenda and Ted, but they will now be

as Sunrise and Male Number 28.

Hi, everyone.

Wait, what?

I met Sunrise in a threesome with David
Crosby. And for her recruiting efforts,

Flower here will now be receiving extra
carrots with dinner. Male 11!

You will be giving her your carrots.

Thanks, Mill 11.

Just to catch our new members up, this
is the moon rock. It is the sacred

meteorite that guides us, creates the
laws we live by, and that only I can

to. In terms of living arrangements,
Sunrise, you will be joining me and the

other wives in the moon tent. And number
44... 28.

Whatever. You!

will be communing with nature. You will
be given a blanket and a stick with

which to fend off badgers.

Yes. Flower. I was just wondering, is
the world still going to end next week?

Oh.

Uh... No.

The moon rock is very happy with the
situation and as such has called off the

major meteor explosion until sundown
on...

February 13th, 2025.

Oh, that's great news.

Well, that's all for tonight. So, wives
to the moon tent and husbands, grab your

stick and may the badgers be scarce
tonight.

All right, team, I want you to look
around. You are the best that the Hudson

Valley has to offer. At this salary
level.

Welcome aboard, everyone.

Isaac Higgintoot, management.

Gabe, I know from my days in New York,
what this man can do at a prep station

an inspiration.

Oh, right, New York.

Did I used to sell you weed?

I like Gabe.

Great energy.

Cobra, Neil, very excited to work with
both of you. I would die for you, chef.

Gotta love Cobra's commitment.

Happy to be here. Quick, you, who's a
hot blonde I saw in here earlier?

That's my wife. Not cool, Neil. Moving
on, everyone. This is Amanda.

What? What'd I do?

Please don't fire me. Child, don't
worry. You were the only one that

the position.

By opening night, this team will be a
well -oiled machine.

February 13th, 2025.

That's the day that we make culinary
history.

Why did that date sound so familiar?

Yes, Gabe?

Will there be drug tests?

Wasn't planning on it. Seems like maybe
there should be.

So, as you know, the opening of Jay's
restaurant is tomorrow night. And the

hottest ticket in town is a seat at the
ghost table. We're talking Sugar Ray

opening for Limp Bizkit at Webster Hall
Hot.

Oh, I love Sugar Ray. I watched him beat
the crap out of Roberto Duran in 1980.

I know it's surprising, but I love blood
sports.

Since Isaac is busy with the restaurant
launch...

I've been put in charge of choosing who
will sit at the ghost table.

Now, there are four seats, and obviously
Isaac and I will be in two of them. Why

do you get to go? Because I'm Isaac's
money manager, by virtue of the fact

I went to Warden and I have the ability
to touch buttons on the computer.

Which brings me to the reason that I
gathered you all here.

You are the finalists for the two
remaining seats, and I am now open for

pitches. Go.

This is preposterous. Hey, it's Trevor
pushing his leverage, sure, but that's

what good businessmen do.

Plus, the guy's looking great.

What? I've never been to a restaurant
before, okay? I want this. I don't want

toot my own horn, so I'll just throw
others under the bus. You really want a

who smells like wolf urine sitting with
you? That's a good point. Sorry, Thorne.

That was cutthroat.

But to someone who has cut many throats,
full respect.

Well, if Thor's out, then I'm out. I'm
out, too. The truth is, with my ghost

power, I'm able to visit a restaurant
anytime I like. I've already smelled

like, three times this week.

This is ridiculous.

I am the lady of this house, and as
such, I will not grovel for my rightful

place at that table.

Well, then you're out, too.
Congratulations, Alberta and Sass. I'll

at opening night.

Sorry, Hattie. You can still come to the
opening.

You just have to stand.

I was standing front row at an MMA fight
last week. One of their teeth flew

right through my head.

Damn, Pete.

I have a lot of repressed rage.

Cobra, come on. He was supposed to turn
that 20 seconds ago.

Flounder is a delicate fish.

And my favorite character from Animal
House. Oh, start that sauce, girl. What

are you doing?

It's so frustrating.

I just wish I could, like, ratatouille
them. What's ratatouille? It's a movie

where a rat controls a cook. It's good.
It's about a restaurant. It's like that

show The Bear, but it's a comedy.

Gabe, there's supposed to be three mini
samosas on this plate.

Why don't I drop one?

Oh, I miss the munchies.

Hey, that's not bad.

Still not right.

It's undercooked. It's oversauced.

We open tomorrow and the kitchen staff
isn't even ready. Look, I know you're

nervous about the restaurant opening,
but everything is going to go great.

Yeah, Gabe clearly enjoyed the samosa.
Gabe would probably eat a horse right

now. Is the point that Gabe has a
refined palate?

And the lamb looks... Great. Here, let
me try it.

Mmm.

This is good. I like it. There's too
much going on. You can't even taste the

meat. No, it's meaty. But it could be
meatier, right?

Meatier, right?

Meteorite?

Meteorite! That's what the meteorite is
telling us.

February 13, 2025.

The day the world is going to end.

February 13th, 2025.

Sam, you and Jay need to get underground
right now.

What? The world is going to end tomorrow
at sundown. It has been foretold.

What's going on?

Is this a ghost thing?

Exciting. It's Flower. For some reason,
she's saying the world is going to end

tomorrow and we need to get underground.

I don't have time to deal with any
Flower nonsense right now. The only

I'm worried about tomorrow is Neil's
thumb, the russet.

I should be there for Jay's talk with
Neil.

Sam, you need to listen to me. Okay,
it's not a great time.

She only speaks Spanish when she's very
upset.

Flower teaching Thor little.

And not to brag, but she said going no
bueno.

Flower, I appreciate that you're trying
to help, but Jay is under a lot of

stress right now. He's going to be under
a lot of moon rock pretty soon if you

don't heed my warning.

Let's just get through the restaurant
opening, and then I promise you'll have

full attention about the end of the
world.

But you'll all be dead. Uh -huh, sure.
Thank you.

I'm going to save Sam and Jay.

Even if it means stopping this
restaurant opening from ever happening.

I'm so happy for you about your
restaurant opening. Thank you, Hedy.

But I will be blunt. I am concerned.

About the lack of horse pie on this
menu?

Yes, that's a concern I share. I'm just
worried that with you situated at the

ghost table in the middle of all the
action...

You might accidentally get walked
through.

Oh, dear.

And release my noxious curse. That would
be terrible.

That could clear the room. But not if
you are safely tucked away in some dark

corner. Yes, I suppose, although I'd
hate to be so sidelined. True, but one

could argue that from such a perch you
might have a better vantage point from

which to view the entire space.

Interesting. I always did like being far
from the action in battle, for

strategic purposes.

But that does leave the matter of an
empty seat. One that I would be happy to

fill with your blessing.

Then it's settled. You shall take my
spot at the ghost table, and I shall

triumphantly lurk in the corner,
watching over my success.

Huzzah! Huzzah!

All right!

The world is ending tomorrow.

We've got to stop the restaurant from
opening so we can save Sam and Jay. Not

now, Flower. We're discussing the big
opening.

I'm going to watch from the sidelines
where one can see it all.

Why won't anyone listen?

Hey, guys, I need your help.

Oh, what is it, Flower?

Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad
news.

Wait, did somebody just say bear?

You did.

Oh, right.

The thing is, I have it on good
authority that the world is going to end

tomorrow.

Really? According to the prophet Bruce,
there's going to be a massive meteorite

shower destroying all life on the
Earth's surface.

You know, it's interesting.

We've been seeing some dark tidings down
here. The water heater recently died.

Hey, I'm buying what you're selling. In
our experience, life usually does end

with some mass catastrophic event.

Yeah, cholera outbreak, doomsday
meteorite, it all checks out. If I could

figure out a way to stop the restaurant
opening, we could save Sam and Jay's

lives. Well, we might be able to help
with that.

Really? How? Did we ever tell you about
our ghost powers?

Excited for the festivities tomorrow?

I am.

And I will be sure to wave at you from
the ghost table. Well, it shan't be a

wave, because I'll be just across the
table, as I know also sitting there. No,

you were sitting there. But I heard
about your little conversation and

Isaac that he'd be lonely in the corner,
and now he'd like his good friend Hedy

to join him.

I gave your seat.

To Baxter. Which I heard about and
proceeded to convince Baxter that

Isaac's opening would be a stab in the
back to his good friend Nigel, whom

left at the altar.

We could go round and round, Lefkowitz.

Whatever. You're not sitting at that
table.

Is this because I'm Irish?

Haven't my proud people suffered enough?

What? This has nothing to do with us.
Well, then why on earth are you so

determined to exclude... me from this
dinner. Fine, if you must know. It's

because I don't like how you ended
things between us.

What? You broke up with me? Because I
caught you trying to get with Thor.

That's part of a complicated good luck
check scenario.

We've been through this.

It doesn't matter. You didn't even have
the decency to talk to me about it

first. The point is, you're out and I
win.

T -Money.

More like T -New Money.

Yeah, that's right.

That's... quips you won't be getting at
that table without me there.

Excellent looking marinade, Cobra.

I love the color on that chicken, Gabe.

I love you, man.

Whatever Gabe took in the bathroom,
let's kick it in. Amanda, that is a

consistency.

Hey, what's the deal with that manager
chick? Is she seeing anyone?

The deal is she's my sister, and yeah,
she's seeing someone.

But is it, like, solid?

It's really a numbers game for Neil.

Your number's zero.

Which is how high you can count, Thor.

I'll count to one, which is number of
small, ugly hats on your head.

Oh, the zingers? I feel like I'm at a
Dean Martin roast.

So, how you feeling?

Honestly, I don't want to jinx it, but
dinner service starts in an hour, and I

think people are actually going to love
it. We made it, guys.

This would be more impactful if either
of you could hear me.

All right, let's hurry.

After this, we still need to convince
Sam and Jay to seek shelter downstairs

with us. You earned the lady time to
neutralize the kitchen staff.

Hey, what's happening? Viva la
revolucion!

Yeah, I feel good.

Oh. Hey, guys. What are y 'all doing up
here?

What the heck just happened?

We're saving Sam and Jay before the
world ends.

Turns out the basement ghost power is
giving people cholera.

That not good.

They'll be all right tomorrow, but
they're going to have a rough night.

This is a disaster, Flower. What the
hell did you do? You ruined my

For what it's worth, I'm hearing that
the cholera is temporary and it's not

contagious.

Ooh, you hate when that's the good news.

Do we have to, like, call the CDC?

What? No, we can't tell anyone about
this. Ask for Gary Thomas.

He'll be discreet. He helped me out back
in 84 when there was a dengue fever

outbreak in Laos, and I had to get the
Robinsons home from their honeymoon.

Sam, tell Jay he might be upset right
now, but he is going to be relieved when

meteors rain down on the Earth and
all... life on the surface is

Yeah, these are some dark silver
linings. Okay, Vela, let's write up some

of damage control email that doesn't
specifically mention cholera and send it

the guest.

Okay, we can use the template I have
from when there was an outbreak of worms

the cat cafe.

Cool.

I can't believe you, Flower. You knew
how important this night was to Jay.

Please, Sam, we have to get to the
basement. The world is ending at

Flower, the sun set almost a half an
hour ago.

Really? Yes.

A great wolf skull already chased sun
out of sky to begin nightly journey

through underworld.

Sorry to get scientific.

But the world didn't end.

I don't understand. Bruce told us. Wait.

Did the meteorite lie to Bruce?

Oh, she's so close.

You really don't get it.

Bruce lied.

He wasn't a prophet. He was a con man.
The cult was a scam.

It was?

How do you not see that? You ruined the
restaurant opening for nothing.

I'm such an idiot.

Hey, guys, how's it going?

Oh, wait, I remember.

I'm an idiot and I've ruined everything.

Trevor, may I sit or am I banned from
all tables across the property?

Snark yourself out.

You know, I very much enjoyed today's
battle of social manipulation.

You are quite the formidable opponent.

Yeah, well, you don't get to be
president of your local B 'nai B 'rith

organization chapter without knowing how
to play the game.

Okay, it's not exactly the Newport 400.

Look, it's not like I want to get back
together or anything. It's just we used

to be friends, and then we were kind of
a power couple, and then we were

nothing.

I certainly could have handled things
better.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

You know, I too miss our friendship.

And I agree, we were something of a
power couple.

But maybe we can be power friends.

I'm listening.

I'm proposing an alliance.

Instead of jousting with each other, we
collude against the other ghost to our

mutual benefit with the ultimate goal of
ruling the house.

As power friends.

I like it. Plus, it sounds like a
Saturday morning cartoon.

Is that good?

Duh. They rock.

Okay, what the hell? Let's do it.

Power friends.

Power friends.

Now what?

Now we sit and await opportunities to be
better than other people.

They'd be in the living room. More foot
traffic. Smart.

Hey, Flower.

How are you doing?

You're still talking to me?

Look, I'm very upset about what you did.

You sabotaged the opening of the
restaurant in literally the grossest way

possible. But I know you only did it
because you care about us. I am so

Sam.

Thank you, Flower.

For once, I thought I was the one that
was going to be right, and everyone

thank me for saving the day.

But it turns out I'm just the joke
everyone thought I was.

Well, people love joke.

Knock -knock, chicken cross the road,
Steve Martin pull arrow through the head

bit, which, yes, it's a little close to
home, but I still eat it up. You're not

a joke, Flower.

Yes, you may have been duped by Bruce,
and yes, you can be a little naive

sometimes, but it's because you have
this beautiful ability to see the best

people. And we love that about you. We
all could take a page out of your book.

Bruce promised a better life when things
were really hard for me, and I had

nowhere else to turn.

That's what cults do. They...

prey on people who are vulnerable.

That's how I got involved in the whole
Amway thing. I died with a garage full

that crap.

I really just wanted to belong. You do
belong.

With us.

Yeah, absolutely.

Thanks, guys.

So I guess opening night is canceled?

It looks that way.

Jay can't do an entire dinner service on
his own.

Well, can't you, Bela, and Mark pitch
in? We don't know the recipes.

Oh.

Did you guys do?

The three of you have been there the
whole time, watching in the kitchen

he's been training the staff on the
menu. She's right. We know that menu

and out. When to put things in the oven,
when to take them out, how to plate

them. Now we just can't interact with
the physical world.

But Sam, Bela, and Mark can.

Flower, that's genius.

We can tell Sam what needs to be done,
and Sam, you can tell them. It'll be

Ratatouille, but with ghosts.

Ghostatouille. You really think this
will work? I do, but... I believe

everything, which we are now framing as
one of my great qualities.

Okay, let's give it a shot.

Ghostatooey. Felt worth repeating since
it didn't garner much of a response the

first time. It's ratatooey plus ghost.

Sam, is it helpful if you write this
down for people?

It needs more coriander.

Bela, that sauce in here needs more
coriander.

Oh, these samosas are dead!

Those are done, Mark.

Table six, low on water.

Table six needs more water. Fine. How is
she tracking all this? Oh, I don't

know, Mark. She's a woman, and she's
good at her job.

I've heard about you.

Not in my kitchen, Mark.

Oh, the things I do to the poor man.

These are some pretty prime seats, huh?

Yeah, not bad.

Excuse me. This table was reserved for
myself and Trevor.

Well, there's plenty of room. You're
welcome to join us.

You can sit next to me.

Oh, thank you. I'm good.

Basement buddies.

Basement buddies.

Ladies and gentlemen, Chef Jay.

Well,

I hope you're enjoying your first
course.

This menu is intended to be a modern
take on the foods that I grew up eating.

Because above all else, Mahesh is about
family.

You know, in a family, you can have your
disagreements.

And to be honest, we had one today.

But then we came together to make
tonight happen.

And I'm so grateful to share it with you
all.

Great speech.

Thank you, everyone.

Enjoy your meals.

You heard him. Thank you for coming.

Sorry.

That was me.

Well, there's really nothing Sam won't
do for us. Back to my corner?

Retreat?

Well, I'm glad you guys are feeling
better. I knew it was a rough 24 hours.

Yeah, I looked up the symptoms, and I
know this is gonna sound weird, but it

kept coming up.

Cholera. Well, obviously it wasn't an
extremely rare and mostly eradicated

infectious disease, because that would
be crazy.

How's Jay gonna get out of this one?

Anyway, we looked into it. Had a guy run
some labs.

Science stuff.

Turns out it was the romaine lettuce we
ate at family meal. He's blaming

lettuce? Haven't America's honest
lettuce pickers had enough?

Oh, it was my idea. It came to me
because I recently learned there's such

thing called bacteria, which are like
little men that live on the leaves and

punch your stomach from the inside.

We still follow laws this fool made.

So we're all agreed it was the romaine
and nothing else?

Yes, chef.

Man, these people will believe anything.