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Look at us, walking to school.

Walking so fast.
A little too fast.

- Let's slow down.
- Thank you.

Sorry, I'm just so excited to
be working at your school today.

Helping out in the front office.

Doing my once-a-year
parent volunteering.

Once a year seems like one
too many times, if you ask me.

It's important to help out.

And also, they make you feel
really bad if you don't do it.

But I like it.
Hanging out in the office,

copying, stapling, officing.

Hey, we should have
a little secret code

to say hi to each other.

- We could wave, like this.
- Okay.

Very secret.
You sure you're not CIA?

Ugh, I wish Mom could be
at school all the time.

Wait, Mom, how many grades
would you have to flunk

to be back in my grade?

- I don't know. Thirty?
- Okay, get on it.

Linda, good morning.

Good morning to you, Ms. Selbo.

Welcome back to
the nerve center of the school.

Or nerd center,
with some of these kids.

- Ha! Aw, nerds.
- Yeah.

Anyway, today,
I would love your help

- stuffing these envelopes.
- All right.

- You need me to copy anything?
- No, that's okay.

The last time
you volunteered here, you--

Well, you're kind of
a hard button pusher.

Two. Zero. Copy.

Yeah, they just popped
right off.

- Those buttons.
- Not really.

And, of course,
if you want any coffee

from the teachers' lounge,
help yourself.

Before Coach Blevins
fills up his

"everybody look at me"
huge thermos.

Ooh, teachers' lounge coffee.

- Yum.
- Well...

So yeah, I'm volunteering today.

That's great. I'm not.

And you think
Louise Belcher stole it?

- What?
- Yes, I do.

I can't prove she stole the toy.
I just know she did.

It's so Louise to take a--
what's it called?--

the thingy you mash
and it shoots up like a missile.

A mash missile?

My Louise, a thief?
Not my Louise.

Maybe my Louise.
No, no. Not my Louise.

Well, I'm off to
my counseling seminar.

It's on executive function.

And it's a luncheon.

It's an executive
function luncheon.

- Gotcha.
- But when I'm back
this afternoon,

I'll skillfully question Louise,
she'll confess,

and then we can move on
with our lives.

- What if she doesn't confess?
- She will 'cause she did it.

And if she doesn't,
she still did it.

'Cause I can't file away
this incident report

until I have a name.

Oh, and I put the incident
report in this thing.

Did you know we had these?
With the little string?

They're fun.

Hey, Bob, I was
at the pie place,

Just One of the Pies,
and they had a promotion

where people put
their business card in a bowl,

and then they pick one and
the winner gets a free lunch.

- You should do that.
- Uh, yeah. Maybe.

I could be the first to enter.

Is this your business card
that you hand out to people?

Yeah, I mean...
it's a little old.

You don't like it?
What's the matter with it?

Well, it says "The Handy Hubby."

And "Hubby" is crossed out.

- So it just says "The Handy."
- Yeah, well, I was married

when I had those made,
then I wasn't.

And-and also, I can't read
your phone number.

Yeah, 'cause I changed
my phone number

and I wrote in a new one,
but the pen was smudgy.

You wrote your new number
on every card?

Well, I'm not gonna
get them reprinted.

We're not all millionaires, Bob.

I mean, Teddy, I don't think
you want a card

that says "The Handy" and then
a phone number written in pen.

- It may be time
to get new cards.
- It is?

I think they're not
expensive nowadays.

You could probably do it online.

Let's do it!
You got your laptop?

Oh, I didn't know
I was gonna be involved.

I need you, Bob.
I need your artistic eyes.

Plus you can help me
not get hacked.

- Why would you get hacked?
- I don't know.

Oh, wait, it's your laptop.
You'd be getting hacked.

- So, are you gonna go
get it, or what?
- Oh, my God.

Frond's already decided
Louise stole that kid's toy.

But did she?

Mmm. That is a good-tasting
envelope.

Psst. Hey, Mom.
Remember? Our code?

- This means
I'm saying hi to you.
- Hi, Tina.

I'm going to the nurse's office
for a Band-Aid.

I scraped my knee.
Skirt life, am I right?

Mm-hmm. Oh.

- Uh, back in a sec.
- Okay.

- Tina.
- Yeah?

Listen. I got a question
about Louise.

Hey, guys.

Shh. We're whispering
for some reason.

Fun. Need anything
from the bathroom?

Up-bup-bup. Hold on.

I can give you maybe 30 seconds.

Do you two know anything about
a mash missile getting stolen?

Oh, yeah. Jason Jeffers'
Burobu mash missile.

Wait, Burobu?
Like that thing Louise is into?

I thought those were only
trading cards.

I think they make
different toys, too.

And they might have
their own line of salsa.

Oh, boy.
Do you think Louise stole it?

- What? No.
- Yeah. No, right?

Yeah, probably not.
But, I mean...

She is a mischievous
little minx.

- Yeah.
- But no. Probably.

So... you haven't,

like, seen her with
a mash missile

or hiding a mash missile
or anything?

This is definitely
past 30 seconds.

I mean, this morning,
Gene and I were with Louise

at her locker,
and it was pretty empty.

And so was her backpack.

That's good, that's good.

Her backpack was really empty.

Like, man, fourth graders
do not get a lot of homework.

It's coming, fourth graders.
It's coming.

- Okay. Kids, go. Gene, go.
- I already did a little.

Knock, knock.

Hi. I need to borrow
Louise a sec.

I just need to give her
her... lucky pencil.

You don't have to talk
about it this much.

Let's see this
quote, unquote lucky pencil.

Listen, I don't know

how else to ask this,
so I'm just gonna ask.

Jason Jeffers' Burobu
mash missile that went missing.

- You didn't take it, did you?
- What? No.

- You're sure?
- Yes.

Okay. Then I... believe you.

Well, you should believe me.

I'm also slightly hurt
you'd think

I'd do that in the first place.

I mean, I'm a spunky kid,
but a thief? No, ma'am.

I know, I know.
And I was also a spunky kid.

I, uh, borrowed stuff
from stores, you know?

I set a few fires, I get it.

- Geez, Mom.
- Not big fires. Just small ones.

Well, one got big.
But it started small.

The point is, I understand.
You can tell me if you did it.

Mom. I'm telling you
I didn't do it.

Even though it was Burobu,
your favorite thing.

Yeah, I love Burobu. Cards.

But the Burobu mash missile
is duh-umb.

It has nothing to do with
the cards or the world.

Right. Okay.
Too dumb for you to steal.

Wait, why are you
asking me this, Mom?

Does someone think I did it?

No. No. No. No. No.

Okay, you just said "no"
so many times.

- I love you. Goodbye.
- Hey, you're pushing.

- You're pushing
- Go, go-- Hi! She's back.

So Louise is innocent.

But Mr. Frond is gonna try
and pin it on her anyway.

Unless...
I can prove she's innocent

before Mr. Frond comes back.

Okay. Yeah, that could work.

- You can do this.
- Thank you
for the encouragement.

So, Mr. Frond thinks Louise
stole the mash missile thing?

- Yeah.
- But she didn't.

And I'm gonna prove it.

Right. You keep saying that
like that.

But also,
it's definitely something

she could have done, right?

No.

I mean, maybe?

Oh, definitely maybe. But no.

You said it was a Burobu thing,
right? She loves Burobu.

Yeah, but she doesn't like
this Burobu thing.

And Tina and Gene said

that the mash missile
wasn't in her locker.

And it wasn't in her backpack,
Mr. Quick to Judge.

You know, we're lucky
I'm working here today.

I can crack the case
from the inside.

- Um...
- Now I just need
to get rid of Ms. Selbo.

That doesn't sound good.

Shh. It's fine. Love you.
We never spoke. Goodbye.

Back from
the teachers' lounge again.

Mmm, coffee, right? So brown.

You sure are staying caffeinated.

Yeah, um, to be honest,

Ms. Selbo, you're looking
a little groggy.

- Oh. That's fun to hear.
- Yeah.

I guess I could use
some terrible coffee.

Mm-hmm.
I'll-I'll watch your desk.

- Okay.
- No rush. Take your time.

Drink it there.
It's a nice atmosphere.

- Is it?
- Uh-huh.

Oh, this is a good envelope.

"Burobu mash missile belonging
to Jason Jeffers..." Mm.

"Last Tuesday, recess,
on the grass,

put it down and it was gone."

- Hey, Mom.
- Ah!

I just found something
I wanted to give you.

Okay, what?

Yeah, yeah. You, too.
"Possible suspects--

parentheses--
the usual baddies."

Some names.

"Louise hearts Burobu
equals Louise did it."

- Unbelievable.
- Ooh, that's gritty.

- Gritty coffee.
- Crap.

Oh, no

And stuff. And st--

Oh, stuff. Oh, hey, you're back.

Yup. Am I perky enough
for you now?

Yeah, sure.

Okay, I've got some suspects.

I need to start
eliminating some names.

How do I do that?

Oh! Ms. Selbo?

You know what I've always
wanted to see?

Uh, the list of
who's absent and when.

You want to see that?

Yeah. I love all that
behind-the-scenes stuff.

- This? Y-You want to see this?
- Yeah. Wow.

There's that name.
And there's that name.

So interesting.

You're kind of
bumming me out, Linda.

Have you never seen
interesting things before?

Oh, this looks easy.

Just got to type in my info.
Ugh, my name.

I don't have
a good business card name.

What do you mean
"good business card name"?

You got a great business
card name. Bob Burger?

It's not Bob--
Oh, my God.

Do you want to change your name?

I don't know.

I bet I'd get more business
if my name was, like,

- Jim Thunder or something.
- I'd hire Jim Thunder.

Maybe not to do my taxes.
Or do heart surgery.

- But anything else.
- Mmm.

Although, would Jim Thunder be
a handyman or something cooler?

Like a bounty hunter.
So maybe I could be

Jim Thunder Bounty Hunter.

- I don't see why not.
- Hi, Lin.

The kids on Frond's incident
report that aren't Louise,

they were either absent
or they have an alibi.

You're allowed to look
at the incident report?

Probably not.
But one kid was out sick,

one kid was at a club meeting,
another kid had a sports thing.

What? How do you know all that?

It's all written down.

Also, if Ms. Selbo
ever asks you,

I really love filing systems
and lists of names.

- Okay...
- I'm at a dead end here, Bob.

Well, maybe it's somebody else
that liked Burobu?

Or... it's Louise.

Yes. Right, good idea.

Not Louise. But yes.
Burobu people.

Okay, I got to go
save our kid. Bye.

All right, bye.
I'm doing important stuff, too.

Slow, no bouncies,
please and thank you.

Got all of that one.

Attaboy, Rudes!

Hi, kids.
Uh, Louise, let's, uh, talk.

- Okay.
- Listen, I've been
trying to clear you,

but all I'm finding is
kids with perfect alibis.

Who else likes Burobu?

Mom, you're asking
the wrong question.

The mash missile is
offensive to Burobu fans.

We hate that thing.

Oh. Maybe a Burobu kid
destroyed it.

Maybe they didn't want it.
They wanted to murder it.

I don't know, man.
I can't think of anyone

who would want to waste
their time on that cheap,

stupid, sticky,
stinking hunk o' junk.

- Louise,
you're up.
- Mom, I got to go.

I have a ball to kick.
Also, I'm innocent, by the way.

Oh, yeah, that is a big thermos.

- What?
- Oh, nothing. Play balls!

Eh, so many options.

Yeah, I want to say, too many?
You know what?

A mechanic gave me a card
one time.

He was not a good mechanic,
but the card was great.

I can't believe I'm saying this,
but I think I'm gonna go get it.

Okay, you want to teach me
how to cook

- in case someone comes in?
- What? No.

But if they say
they need food right now,

- I'll go in there
and give it a shot?
- Teddy, no.

Might as well give me
your apron, just in case.

No. No, thank you.

Ha. Got it. Mm-hmm.

Hmm.

Tina and Gene said
the mash missile

wasn't in her locker.

And it wasn't in her backpack,
Mr. Quick to Judge.

I mean, I guess
I could just peek

in Louise's room since I'm here.

Just tilting the door open.
Not even going in.

Maybe going in a step or two.

Please don't let darts
hit me in the face. Huh.

Okay, checking out
the incident report again.

Stuff, stuff, stuff.

Victim statement.
Jason went to lunch.

He ate his peanut butter
and honey sandwich.

Then he took his toy
out of his locker,

brought it to recess,
put it down on the grass,

stepped away,
and then it was gone.

Wait a minute.

Peanut butter
and honey sandwich.

Sticky fingers. Sticky.

I can't think of anyone who
would want to waste their time

on that cheap, stupid, sticky,
stinking hunk o' junk.

Sticky, sticky, sticky...

How would she know
the toy was sticky?

- Hi, Bob.
- Hey.

So, the thing that went missing
was a Burobu

- mash missile, right?
- Yeah.

Well, I went into Louise's room.

Did a giant ball roll down
and crush you?

Surprisingly, no.

But on her desk was
a Burobu Magazine,

and the one page

that was dog-eared in it

had a picture of
the Burobu mash missile.

Oh, crap.
And she said "sticky" to me.

- Huh?
- It's a long story,

- but it's bad news for Louise.
- Crap.

Hey, did you ask Linda about
the whole Jim Thunder thing?

You're not a Jim Thunder, Teddy.

- Crap. Crap. Crap.
- Oh, no, Linda, what's wrong?

Uh, that was my husband.

His... hat fell off.

- Oh.
- Yeah. Husbands with their hats.

Stay single, I say.

Well, then.
I'm gonna eat my leftover soup.

- Aw.
- It's not sad.
It's just my lunch.

Oh, is it lunchtime?
For the kids, too?

It is.

They need to eat every day,
as it turns out.

Be right back. Enjoy your
not sad leftover soup.

It's just regular soup.

- Hey, kids.
- Oh, hey, Mom.

I have been saving
this seat for you for years.

Would you guys mind
if I spoke to Louise privately?

Okay.

- Is this good?
- A little more.

She's here one day.

Louise, look.

Now would be a good time
to tell me the truth

about taking the mash missile.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Mom.

Why am I still being
accused of this?

And also, I told you the truth.

And you can tell it's the truth
because it's the truth.

Well, why'd you fold over
the page in your Burobu Magazine

with the mash missile on it?

Wait, how do you know
about that?

Did you search my room?

- No. Your father did.
- What?

- Did he get booby-trapped?
- He didn't, actually.

- Must've been a malfunction.
- Wait a minute.

- This is a private conversation.
- Sorry, sorry.

First of all,

I'm between booby traps
right now.

Second of all,

I folded that page
because of an ad

for the special Slug-i-cane
collector's pack.

Not because of a mash missile,

which I keep telling you
I didn't steal.

It's getting less private,
with all the shouting.

I think we're running out
of table here.

- I'm half-cheeking it.
- Okay, well.

When you were in PE, you said
the mash missile was sticky.

Jason Jeffers ate a
peanut butter and honey sandwich

before he took the toy
out of his locker.

How would you know if it was
sticky unless you took it?

Because his hands are
always sticky.

That's his thing.

Kids in our class literally
call him Sticky Sticky Jason.

Louise, I can't tell
if you're lying to me,

because now I'm realizing
you are really good at lying,

better than I thought,

and I thought you were
pretty good at it.

Okay, I think we're done here.

Tina, Gene, storm off with me?

- Oh. Um...
- I mean, I was done anyway.

Would the last few bites of
my mac 'n' cheese cheer you up?

No. Yeah, maybe.

Hi, Mrs. Belcher.
Mac 'n' cheesing it, huh?

Uh-huh.

Everything okay?
You look kind of down.

Or maybe you're just
looking down

'cause I'm shorter than you.

They think Louise stole
the mash missile thing.

- Oh, my.
- But she's a good girl, right?

I mean, she's complicated.

It's just if she took it,
I don't know where she put it.

It's not in her room,

and Tina and Gene said
it's not in her backpack

- or her locker.
- Which locker?

- What do you mean?
- Louise has two lockers.

Louise has two lockers?

Yeah, her regular one,
and then her Rudyville locker.

She calls it that
because it's near mine.

Number 158, I want to say?

Ooh, I got to go.

Louise, you sneaky
double-locker-haver.

It's okay.

You built it up too much, maybe.

No. It's nice.

It's clean, simple.

- Who wants simple?
- Everybody?

No. You know
what I get from this?

"I'm a boring mechanic,
and I'm dead inside."

You don't get that from this.

I want a card that says,
"Hey, world, check me out."

♪ There's a banana,
that could be fun ♪

No banana. Teddy,
that doesn't make any sense.

♪ Ooh, a lasso border ♪

♪ Or a sunglasses sun ♪

Why would someone have a lasso?

Do cowboys have business cards?

♪ Yes, cowboys
have business cards ♪

And Western-wear salespeople.

Wonder Woman.
Ted Lasso. Lassie.

♪ You ridiculous person,
less is more ♪

♪ Don't be a kid
in a candy store ♪

- Oh, there's candy.
- Mm.

♪ They wouldn't call it
a business card ♪

♪ If they didn't want you
to get busy ♪

♪ Your choices are literally
making me dizzy ♪

Also, I don't think
you understand "get busy."

- ♪ Teddy, what you want
is simple ♪
- ♪ Snowman, hockey sticks ♪

- ♪ Elegant, clean ♪
- ♪ Dreidel, soccer ball,
puppy dog ♪

- ♪ White space. ♪
- ♪ Yin-yang. ♪

- Hi. Can I order?
- Oh, yeah. Sorry.

Mr. Frond's gonna be back soon.

I got to get inside Louise's
second secret locker.

But how do I do that?

Do I get a crowbar?
Or some dynamite?

Oh. Or I look in there.

Uh, Ms. Selbo, did you know,

uh, they're giving out
free batteries?

In the teachers' lounge?
Uh, right now.

- Batteries?
- Yup.

Double-A, triple-A's,
double-D's.

She's buying it.

Seems like an odd thing
to be giving away

in the teachers' lounge.

Oh, crap. She's not buying it.

Um, did I say batteries?

I meant, uh, gift cards
for, uh, places you like.

That doesn't make any sense,
but I do have to pee.

Of course you do.
All that coffee?

- Take your time.
- I will. Thank you, Linda.

I love...
that we use volunteers.

One-- 158!

Huh. Don't be in Louise's
secret locker.

Don't be in
Louise's secret locker.

Oh, nuts.

Louise, no. Oh, my face!

- No, no, no, no.
- Mom?

- What are you doing?
- Ah! What are you doing?

Going to the bathroom.
Oh, my God.

Louise, you lied to me.

Oh, my Louise. Oh, my baby.

What if you get suspended?
You're branded.

It'll follow you everywhere.
You'll never be president.

- What? Wait, what?
- Mama's gonna help you.

No one's gonna know you took it

and hid it
in your secret locker.

I mean, yeah,
it was my secret locker.

I don't use it anymore.

I want to believe you,
but I don't

because you're so good at lying,
so I am gonna eat it.

That's what I'll do.
I'll eat it.

- Ooh. Sticky.
- Mom. Mom.

Mama's here.
Mama's gonna help you.

The executive function luncheon
wasn't much of luncheon.

Assorted melon and hummus
is not lunch.

Put it back, put it back.

Someone wrote
"fart" on this locker.

- Yup. They do that.
- Let me see if that'll wipe off.

That's on there for good.

Linda. Louise. What's going on?

Louise, why aren't you in class?

- I was going to the bathroom...
- I was just taking

- a little walk.
- ...and then I saw my mom--

Phillip, I forgot.
Your mom called.

She, uh, really wanted to
talk to you about... vitamins.

Of course.

That's all we talk about.
I guess I'll go call her back.

I don't understand.

- Why would you--?
- Follow me.

Why didn't you bust us?

Even though
I'm totally innocent.

Right, right. Super innocent.

- No, I know.
- You know what?

That Louise is innocent,
because I took the mash missile.

- You took it?
- Why?

I was at my nephew's
birthday party,

and my nephew got that exact
same Burobu mash missile.

Not from me.
I-I got him a scented candle.

That's a good present, right?

- Yeah, yeah.
- Eh, sure.

But there is something wrong
with those mash missiles

because kid after kid got hit

in the butter beans
by that thing.

Okay, that toy's actually
starting to sound pretty fun.

Then, a couple days later,
I'm playing solitaire

on an absolute heater,
when I hear

Jason in the hall showing off
his new mash missile.

I tried to warn him about it,

and he said it was just
for show and tell.

He wasn't gonna launch it.
But then later,

that little punk
brought it to recess

and went to gather
a bunch of kids.

I was gonna yell at them
a little bit.

I'm allowed to yell at the kids.

But I broke it.
I sort of stepped on it.

I might have been pumped up
about the yelling.

And I thought, "He's gonna think
I did it on purpose,"

so I hid it under my shirt.

And I ran, Linda. I ran.

And I was like, "I just
stole a toy from a child."

I panicked and hid it
in an unassigned locker.

And you were just gonna
let me fry for this?

No, I was gonna
move it somewhere...

that I haven't figured out yet.

Or make it explode? Somehow?

Well, it's nice you didn't want
the kids' butter beans

to get hurt, Ms. Selbo,

but you got to come clean
to Mr. Frond.

Hell no. I will lose my job.

And I really like having a job.
They pay me money.

It's somewhere to go
during the day.

Wait, what if
we convinced Mr. Frond

that there wasn't a crime?

Because if there's no crime,
then there's no time.

- I like it, I like it.
- But I broke it.

Actually, it's not broken.

It's just really,
really cheap and awful.

Look, you just got to
click this in there.

Louise, look at you.
You little non-thieving smartie.

I know.

Okay, I am liking this mock-up.

The little hammers,
all around the outside.

The cups-to-ounces
conversion chart on the back.

The tic-tac-toe board
on the front.

Yup. All the ideas are there.

They-they all made it on there.

You don't think
it's too much, do you?

I do. I thought
I made it very clear

that I think it's way too much.

Maybe you just don't
have an artistic eye.

You said you needed my artis--
You know what? Never mind.

Plus a handyman does
a lot of stuff.

So I need a lot of stuff.

Hi. Sorry to interrupt.
I'm looking for a handyman.

I'd love to take
one of your cards.

Oh, no! This is my disgusting
old card that I hate now.

Here, uh...
imagine all this on here.

Or do you want to take
a picture of the screen?

Yeah, that's great.
I'll call you.

See, Bob?

Ugh. Everyone is awful.

Bob, I think I know
what's going on here.

You want to make your own card,
put Bob Burger on it.

I mean, a little.
Not that name.

Well, if I buy 500 of mine,

I get a discount
on the next 500. Eh?

- Uh, okay.
- Ooh. Look at that cactus.

That'd be good
for a guy who sells--

Yeah, it was in his locker.

Right in his locker.
The whole time.

Isn't that right, Jason?

No. I took it out of my locker.

Did you?
'Cause it was right there.

Yeah, Jason, you think someone
knew your combination,

opened your locker
and put it in there?

'Cause the only people
who could do that are myself

and Ms. Selbo, and why on earth
would we do such a thing?

- Yeah.
- Jason, don't touch that. Ew.

And now there's jelly
on Unpopular Parker.

Well, well, well.

Does someone owe someone else

and their volunteer mother
an apology?

- Yeah. Mr. Frond does. Oh.
- Sorry...

I accused--

Oh, oh. There's the bell.

Bye-bye. Everyone go now.

Well, at least
I didn't get fired.

That's good. For me.

And I didn't do time
for a crime I didn't commit.

Can save the time
for my real crimes.

- Just kidding.
- Uh-oh. End of the day.

I might not have stuffed some,

or most,
or any of the envelopes.

No, you did not.

Louise, I'm sorry
I didn't believe you.

And then believed you.
And then didn't believe you.

It's okay.

You made up for it by how far
you would have gone for me.

Which does make me wonder

how big of a crime
you'd commit for your kids.

- Should we test it out?
- Yeah. Let's do insider trading.

- No.
- Outsider trading?

- Okay.
- Yay!

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