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Then, the guy hits the ping pong ball
with his dick,

and it goes
into the other guy's mouth.

I have a note for you.

Wendy said to give you this.
I'm like a mailman.

What's it say?

"We need to talk."

When a chick says that,

you might as well
punch yourself in the balls.

- Are you sure he has a problem?
- I've read all about it.

It's a real disease.
It's called hoarding.

People who can't throw
anything away,

and they live
in deeper and deeper filth

until the people around them
can't take it anymore.

Is something wrong?

We need to talk about your locker.

My locker?

Every time I see the condition it's in,
I wanna cry.

It keeps getting messier and messier.
I think you have a problem.

Are you serious?

It's full of junk,
it takes you forever to find anything.

And lately, you've been asking
to keep things in my locker.

- It's just a little messy.
- It's called hoarding.

If you don't get help,
I won't be with you much longer.

- Come on.
- Can we throw some stuff away?

All right.

I've hired some experts to help you.
We'll make this as easy as possible.

Hello, everyone.
My name is Dr. Chinstrap.

I'm a hoarding specialist.
We'll help Stan clean out this locker.

Let's go ahead
and see inside your locker.

Come on.
It's not that bad.

As part of Stan's therapy,
we need to make sure

we don't throw away
anything he doesn't want us to.

Stan needs to feel he's in control,
or his psychosis will come out.

My psychosis?
It isn't that big a deal.

I'll just throw this stuff away.

Great.
How about we start with this?

That's pencil box.
I need my pencil box.

We'll put that on the floor.

How about this?
Broken toothbrush.

It's good to have that
when I wanna brush after lunch...

- But it's broken.
- But it works fine...

Broken toothbrush is going right here,
by the pencil box.

Now, how about this?

Old sandwich in a baggie filled
with maggots.

That...
I mean, yeah...

I kind of need that.
Let's keep that.

It's full of maggots.
Can we throw it away?

I might need it if I ever have to...

The maggots are crawling
and biting my wrist.

- Can we throw this away?
- I guess so, but...

This is happening a little fast.
Can we slow down?

How about this empty bottle?

Don't throw that out.

Can we throw out
these wadded up papers, then?

There could be something written
that is important.

Don't take my empty bottle.
Get me back my sandwich.

What's wrong with you?

I don't know.

Maybe you should go talk
to the counselor.

As your counselor,

I'm here to help you
with whatever problems you have.

What is the matter?

My friends are worried
that I'm showing signs of...

hoarding.

Hoarding?
What's that?

It's when
you don't throw anything away,

and soon you find yourself
living with a bunch of junk.

I haven't heard of that,
but definitely sounds bad.

Is there anything
maybe you want to talk about?

Me?

Like what?

You've got an old milk carton here
from a month ago...

Don't you touch that.
That's not something to throw away.

If you throw that away,
I will rape you in the mouth.

I will rape you
in your fucking mouth.

There's no doubt.

The school counselor
is a class-5 hoarder.

As for your son,
he's easily class 3.

But why is Mr. Mackey
doing this now?

Our son has always been
fairly clean.

We don't know what causes hoarding,

but we do know it often relates
to some kind of psychological trauma.

If it's okay, we'll run some tests
of the both of them.

Is that really necessary for Stan?
It's just his locker.

I don't know if you realize
how serious locker hoarding is.

It can lead to room hoarding,
then house hoarding.

It some cases,
people even hoard animals,

like cats.

Like that weird guy over
on Burges Road.

That guy, Mr. Yelman,

he's been hoarding animals
for years.

Really?

Mr. Yelman,

we've received disturbing reports
that you might be hoarding sheep.

That is...

It's okay.
I'm a hoarding specialist.

What you have is an illness.

Don't worry, Mr. And Mrs. Marsh.

Dr. Chinstrap is a professional
at memory regression.

This should prove very helpful.

All right, everyone.
We're all here to face

the disease of hoarding together.

Nothing to be ashamed of,
everyone here has the same problem.

Whether it's office hoarding,
or in the locker,

- or even the hoarding of animals.
- Excuse me...

I am a sheep herder.

It's pronounced "hoarder,"
and yes you are.

But, I'm actually herding sheep.

You are herding sheep
by hoarding them.

It's good you realize that.

- But I just thought...
- Listen.

There's a psychological reason
you're doing this,

and we'll get to the bottom of it.

When I do some regression therapy,
I'll be taking you deep

into your memories, into your past.

That sounds like it could be bad.

Trust me.
I know what I'm doing.

I want the three of you to relax
and think about...

a cloud.

A lone cloud.

Floating.

Changing.

Light,

cool air...

blowing on the could.

Float...

What?

Sorry, a weird gas bubble for a sec.

Anyway, a lone cloud.

Floating.

Wisps of cool air.

Now, the cloud is near you.

You reach out to it.

It's the cloud of your memories,
of your past.

Your childhood, perhaps.

What do you see in the cloud?
Who is in the cloud?

Billy?

Billy Thompson?

There he is.

Hi, Billy.
Nice to see you.

Come here.

Actually need to get home.

You snitched and told the principal
I was smoking.

Smoking's bad.

You're gonna die.
Hold his legs.

Come back here.

They're gone.
It's m'kay.

Calm down.
I'm gonna turn on the light.

- What? What I am doing here?
- Be quiet.

- Excuse me, where are we?
- You gotta be quiet.

- Billy Thompson's out there.
- What the hell's going on?

What the hell is going on?

The counselor's flat-top readers
are calculating

with the boy's
and the sheep hoarder's.

What does that mean?

It's mean Mr. Mackey's
childhood regression dream is...

so vivid it actually
sucked the other two patients into it.

I'm afraid you son has gone
into his counselor's dream.

Come on, that's stupid.
How's that even possible?

It's not stupid at all.

Pinkerton, you explain the logic,
and I'll provide the background.

All right.

It is possible to enter
into someone else's dreams.

Send dream trackers to go
into a person subconscious,

like a spy seeing their dreams
as they see them.

Perhaps even planting ideas.

If one person
is regressing deeply enough,

the dream can actually envelop
those dreaming around

the first person who's dreaming.

And then,

everyone in the dream would be
in danger of never coming back.

My bedroom.

This is my happy place.

Lite-Brite, making things with light

Outta sight,
making things with Lite-Brite

- What are you doing?
- This is a Lite-Brite.

I can make things with light,
like a bird, clowns.

Come on, you gotta wake up.

My Evel Knievel doll!

I can take the motorcycle.
I put this on the thingy like this.

Crank it back, now let go.

This might be fun for you,
but it totally isn't for me.

Look what's on.
It's Zoom.

Excuse me,
I really need to get back to my sheep.

I'm working on it.

Write zoom "z, double o, m."

Box 350, Boston, Mass, 02134.

Wake up.

You're a grown man in
a psychiatrist office.

You can hide in your house for now,

but tomorrow with the field trip,
Frisco Woods,

and I'm gonna do things to you
you'll never forget.

No, please.

I'm really sorry about
the smoking thing.

See you in the woods tomorrow,
dead man.

Is that why we're here?
Did something really bad happen?

It's probably gonna be bad.

What kind
of hoarding specialist are you?

You trapped our son
in his counselor's subconscious,

and you're saying he could die?

Believe me, this is the last thing
I wanted to have happened.

That's it.

- What are you doing?
- I'm going in.

If they're locked into his regression,
maybe I can be too.

Are you crazy?
Mackey is in a very unstable state.

Damn your incongruities.
I'm going in after my son.

It's a world where Mackey can imagine
himself to be anything. It's dangerous.

I said get me in there.

You wanna risk your ass, fine.

You see a cloud.
It's a fluffy cloud, floating, happy.

Happy fluffy cloud.
You reach out to it.

All right, kids.
Everyone on the bus.

- Where are we now?
- It's the day of the big field trip.

Come on.
We're waiting for you.

Jesus!

You have to wake up.
I don't belong here.

I need to have
my own regression therapy.

Everyone on the bus now.
We're running late.

Excuse me,
I'm actually a sheep herder.

It's pronounced "hoarder."

And if you are,
you talk to the school counselor.

But I'm...

I don't want to go
in your field trip.

Dad?
Is that you?

Yes, it's me.

- Where are you?
- It's me, up here.

I'm a butterfly.

What are you doing?

I'm flying free
with my beautiful butterfly wings.

- Did you come here to help me?
- I was gonna,

but this is fun.

You gotta bring us back to reality.

Butterflies have no concerns
for such things.

I'm gonna go find me
some butterfly poon.

- Something's wrong.
- What is it?

The father,
he's gone completely off chart.

What does that mean?

We don't even know.

I told him not to go
into the dream after his son.

He should have waited
for the experts to get here.

Who're the experts?

Get that door closed.
Keep me covered.

- Good, you're here.
- What's the sitch?

Four people in there,
stuck in the middle one's dream.

We need to move them to the next level
before the projections kill them.

What next level?

All right, look.
Right now, they're trapped in a dream.

We need to go in and put them under,
to go into a dream within a dream.

- Why?
- In a dream with a dream,

we can protect them from limbo.

- What's that?
- Empty scary dream space.

- Like a nightmare?
- Like a nightmare within a nightmare.

- Why can't you wake up from that?
- You can, but someone inside

has to kick you awake.

That doesn't sound difficult.

- It's is.
- Why?

We don't have time.

So, you'll take my son
to a dream with a dream,

then, what?

We go to your husband's dreams.

But he'll think
we're in Hasselbeck's dreams.

- Who's Hasselbeck?
- I am.

Wait, no.
What do we need a football player?

Sometimes, thoughts of my dead wife
manifest themselves as strains.

Are you all saying
that you can go into a dream

and take people in that dream
into their own dreams?

Not all the time, just this once,
and maybe one other time.

It's so complex and cool.

Just because an idea is overly complex
doesn't make it cool.

Going to multiple dream levels
sounds really stupid.

You're not smart enough.

Let's move.

Will they be able to wake Mackey up?

If they don't,
it will be the end of Europe.

- Why?
- Because.

Hello, kids.
My name is ranger Pete.

Hi, ranger Pete.

Hi, ranger Pete.

Today, we'll learn
all about these amazing evergreens

and its fragile ecosystem.

That should be fun.

But first,
we have a very special guess.

It's Woodsy Owl.

- Oh boy, Woodsy Owl!
- Who's that?

"Give a hoot, don't pollute."

Hi, I'm Woodsy Owl.

Reminding you all
to please pick up your trash

and keep our forest clean.

In the city or in the woods

Help keep America looking good

I love that song.

All right, kids.
Time to split up and go into the forest.

Let's divide you into groups of six.

We wanna be in Mackey's group.

That's m'kay.
We'll get paired with someone else.

That's fine, you six boys
can be our first group in.

Oh God, here it comes.

Is this the dream,
or the dream within a dream?

I think it's the dream
inside the Matrix inside the dream.

Oh well, just keep shooting.

What the fuck?

Mommy?

So, all those people in there

are somehow trapped
in one person's dream?

That's why I called the fire department.
I don't know where else to turn.

But if those people got stuck in there,
why wouldn't we?

It's very simple, you see...

When the experts go in,
they attempt to take the subject

to dream within a dream.

- Like a taco within a taco?
- A Double Decker Taco Supreme.

Exactly.

But only dream spies have the ability
to go deeper into dream levels.

And firemen have the ability
to bring ladders into dreams.

How could you take
a ladder into a dream?

Because the firemen dreams
aren't like dreams at all.

They're more like a dream
with a matrix within a dream.

Somebody ordered a pizza?

- Probably one of them in the dream.
- All right, I'm going in.

If we can get fire department
into the counselor's dream,

we can jump everyone down
at least another six dream levels.

That way, we'll be in the counselor's
deepest level of subconscious.

And it will be like a taco
inside a taco within a Taco Bell

that's inside a KFC within a mall

that's inside your dream!

Not again!

- Stop running.
- But they're gonna kick my butt.

Look.

Whatever happened with those bullies,
you have to face it.

It's just a dream.

You can control what happens.
Stand up to them.

I don't remember what they did.
I just remember the field trip went bad.

There he is.
You can't run forever.

Oh God...

Go and face it.

So we'll get out of here
and find out why we're hoarding.

- But I literally herd sheep.
- Shut up.

I can do this.
I'll stand and face what happens.

Somebody...

ordered a pizza?

Mr. Mackey must be dreaming
about something extremely traumatic.

That's it.

- Get your coat
- To go where?

We need help from the most powerful
dream infiltrator in the world.

You don't mean...

Hello, Freddy.

Looking healthy.

Chinstrap, what happened?

You ran out of stoolies
to do your work?

We're in a pickle again,
and we need your help.

Got some people
trapped inside a dream.

Told you a long time ago.
I gave that up.

There's some good men
stuck in there.

I said I'm done with it.

Everything all right?

It's fine.
Get back in the house.

- Wife and kids.
- No thanks to you.

We need you.

Like you needed me to kill
those teenagers to stop the Russians?

We had a country to protect.

Protect it yourself, this time.

I'm not working
for the military anymore, Krueger.

Then, you should have no problem
covering it up.

Some of those trapped are firemen,

public servants,
innocent in all of this.

All right, fine.

All right.
You won't hurt me this time.

I'm gonna stand up for myself.

You gonna fight back?
I don't think so.

You can do it.

Go ahead and do your worse.
I'm facing you head on.

All right.
Take this.

Get the perimeter secure.
Make sure they're dead.

What?

We got them.
The bad memories are dead.

All right, this is the fire department.
Do not panic.

Who are you?

We came to rescue you
from the bad guys in Mackey's dream.

Wouldn't it be better to face them?

As long as the source of the drama's
wiped out, the counselor can wake up.

Right.

So, why aren't we waking up?

Unless the bullies aren't the source
of the counselor's bad memory.

That's right.

They didn't even beat me up that day.
I ran away from them.

I remember.

I ran and I ran,
and I hid in this building here.

And somebody was in there.

Somebody
who talked to me real nice...

then touched me somewhere bad.

Don't touch my pipi.
Please, I'll give a hoot.

I'll never litter again.
I'll keep all my trash.

- What's happening?
- Dream conundrum. This is bad.

What's going on?

The bad memory is manifesting itself.
It didn't want to be exposed.

Our dream bullets don't hurt it.

No more Woodsy.

Wake up now.

He can't, don't you get it?
We're all gonna go to limbo.

There's a real hoot for you.

It's dead.
It's finally dead.

Something's happening.
I'm getting bogart levels.

They're waking up.
They're coming to.

You're back, everyone.

Damn it.

If only I could have saved
the sheep herder.

Did you find the painful source
of your hoarding problems?

I sure did.

Turns out
he was molested by Woodsy Owl.

I'd completely blocked it
from my memory.

So, he was hoarding,
because when he threw things away,

his subconscious would remember
Woodsy's "Give a hoot, don't pollute",

and touching his penis
with his wing?

That is so complex and cool.

Now that we've uncovered his source
of hoarding, we can move on to yours.

Are you ready for your therapy?

I think I have a better idea.

Did you find out
why you've been hoarding?

I don't wanna know.

I'll just throw this crap away
like I should have.

There must be something in your past
you're not dealing with.

Don't care.
After going through all that crap,

I don't want any part of therapy.

How do you know...

that wasn't your therapy?