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Robbie Sinclair needs
only to sink this putt

to win the legendary and
prestigious Greater Pangaea Open.

This one's given the players
fits all tournament long.

Is it the slick green,
the left to right break,

or the fiberglass
caveman on the fairway?

- Oh!
- Aw, jeez. Aw. Oh, well.

Miniature golf's
for kids anyway.

Hey, what do you say we play that game
where we whack the gophers on the head?

I thought your dad said
you had to be home by six.

Ah, so, I'm five minutes late.
Big deal. What's he gonna do?

Attention, Robert
Sinclair, your dad is here.

Ah, I don't believe it! He's always
on my case about something.

I'm really tired of it. I swear, this
time I'll tell him where to get off.

Attention, Robbie, he
looks really steamed.

Uh... I'll be in the windmill.

- OK.
- Aah!

- There you are.
- Dad, what are you
doing here?

- You see this grass?
- Huh?

- Do you recognize it?
- Heh.

Well, you should. Because this
is the grass I asked you to mow!

I told you the lawn
mower's broken.

Scissors! Cut it with scissors!

Aw, c'mon, don't be ridiculous.

- Jeez, you kids
have it too easy.
- Ah.

When I was your age we
didn't have lawn mowers.

We didn't have scissors.

I had to get down on my hands
and knees and graze like a cow.

Dad!

- Oh, no.
- Dad, I'm here with a girl.

It might help if you didn't make me
look like the world's biggest weenie.

Oh, well, pardon me, Mr. Dignified.
I didn't mean to belittle you

as you were about to hit
the ball up the clown's pants.

Could we possibly talk
about this when I get home?

That seems fair.

We're home, now talk.

- All right. Well, for one thing...
- I don't want to hear about it.

- What's going on?
- Aw, jeez.

Fight, fight, fight!

- There's not going
to be any fighting.
- Yes, there is.

Round one.

He's always on my case.
Every day it's the same thing.

He comes home and says,
"Frannie, give me a beer"

and then he yells at
me about something.

Oh, not true. Sometimes
I yell at you first.

- Oh, good one!
- Shh!

- All he cares about
is his stupid lawn!
- Yeah, yeah!

Give me one good reason
why it has to get cut today.

- And make it a good one!
- Because I say so.

Ah, that's not good.

- That's not a reason, Dad.
- No, no!

Why should I have to accept
these lame parental clichés?

'Cause as long as you live
under my roof, you live by my rules.

You gonna take that?

Enough!

We'll stop this
belligerent behavior

and we're going
to sit down and talk.

Talking to him doesn't
do any good, Mom!

- Bite him!
- Everything's a fight
with this kid!

All I ask is that you do everything
I say, exactly how I say it,

immediately and
without question.

- Now, is that being
so unreasonable?
- I am tired of this, Dad.

- Yeah!
- I'm not some stupid little kid

- you can
push around anymore!
- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah!
- Yeah!

Yeah! Get him!

Look at this, Frannie.
He's baring his teeth at me.

- Robert! That is your father.
- So?

Come on.

Show 'em and lose 'em, pal.

Honey, I'm home.

Aaah!

- Ohh!
- Ow!

- Ow!
- Ooh!

Aah!

Way to stand up to your
father, kid. It took a lot of guts.

Yeah? You like the part
where I burst into tears

and ran sobbing up to my room?

- It wasn't
your finest moment.
- Yeah.

You know, watching you
scrub that tile reminds me

of the way Grandpa Louie
used to punish your Uncle Stan.

Is this another story from
a thousand years ago?

You got someplace
to go, grout boy?

So, Grandpa Louie used
to pick on Uncle Stan...

Oh, yeah. They
fought all the time.

It got so bad that Stan finally
invoked the code of the wilderness.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Back then the younger male
could challenge the dominant male

for supremacy. And if he won,

he got to lead the pack.

You mean they
actually fought it out?

Oh, yeah.

It was savage, but
darn entertaining.

We didn't have TV back then.
We had to make our own fun.

Did Uncle Stan win? Did
he get his dad off his back?

Not quite. What he got was three
broken ribs and a punctured lung.

He stood up for himself. I bet
his dad didn't push him around.

Well, we all pushed him around
until he got out of the wheelchair.

Yeah! I'm gonna do it. I'm
gonna challenge my dad!

Wait, Robbie, it's just a colorful
anecdote from an old lady.

Yeah, yeah. We're gonna see
who's boss the old-fashioned way.

Oh, no.

By the savage and brutal ritual
that defines us as dinosaurs!

First, you need to
fill out your five page

"challenge for supremacy"
application packet.

Once that's completed legibly
with a number two pencil,

then you need to fill out
your personality profile

and complete the essay portion:

"What being a supreme
male means to me."

Essay? He challenged
my supremacy

- and then dragged me
down here.
- Yeah.

I want to teach this
ungrateful kid a lesson.

- Well, come on, then!
- Believe me, sir,

a cogent, well-structured essay
can be a powerful teaching tool.

What's with all this paperwork?
We came down here to do battle.

- Yeah.
- Youngster,
you'll do well to focus

some of that pent-up
aggression on these forms.

You need to press hard.

Ha! You have a lot of
carbons to go through.

- Can't we do this
like the old days?
- Yeah.

- Huh?
- Oh. Ahem.

How do you mean?

I mean, fight it out,

do battle until this old geezer

lies beaten in the
dirt, crying for mercy.

- You got a big mouth.
- Yeah.

Let's see how it
looks without teeth!

Ooh, yeah. C'mon, c'mon.

Oh, these threats of violence.

Is it getting warm in here?

C'mon, c'mon.

Oh. Oh, I know I should be
good and follow procedures,

but there's a ruffian inside
me, Mom, that's saying,

"let's get physical!" Oh, yes.

"Pit of death"?

You see, underneath it all,

I've always been a code
of the wilderness guy.

Uh, say, this, uh, uh,
"death" sign here...?

That's just a figure
of speech, right?

Oh, no.

This is the rough-and-tumble
world of brutal male supremacy.

So, you talk a tough game, but
when it comes time to go toe-to-toe

with the mighty megalosaurus
it's a different story.

Oh, yeah? I'm not scared of you.

Then let's go.

All right. Fine with me.

Fine. Come on.

Ahem.

Let's get ready to rumble!

Yeah, all right.

- Let's go, boys.
- I'm ready, I'm ready.

Good luck.

Earl?

Earl!

- Hi, honey.
- Earl?

What is going on here?

Just providing the kid with
some much needed discipline.

That doesn't scare me.

Are either of these
fellows an organ donor?

Earl, I want to talk
to you right now!

It'll have to wait till
one of us is dead, dear.

Whoa!

Can't you stop this?

This is not something that
you'd, uh, understand, dearie.

Sometimes we males have to
throw off the constraints of civilization

and go at it like brutes!

You don't scare me!

If you harm one scale on that
boy's head, so help me, I'll...

I'll disconnect your
premium cable channel!

You'd make me watch basic?

Yes! Yes! A
takedown! Check it out!

Down. Down. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

It's over.

We have achieved
dominant position.

No death. No
dismemberment. Darn.

Come on, young fella.

Thanks a lot, Fran.

You are the new supreme
male of your household.

- Yes!
- And so,

I present you with the ultimate
symbol of male supremacy:

the TV remote control!

Yes! Ha ha ha ha!
Yeah! Whoo-hoo!

Huh.

Hmm.

Huh.

Ah. Good morning.

Try afternoon. We thought
you were never gonna get up.

Well, that's how it is
when you're supreme male.

- Yeah.
- You can get up or
you can not get up.

You can get up and
then go back to bed again.

Or you can not go to bed at all.

Can you shut up?

- Sure... if I want to.
- Oh, boy.

Ah. Whatcha reading?

This is all the
stuff they sent you

from the office of
male supremacy.

- Uh-huh.
- So, you gonna read it?

Ah, later. Right now I have
"supreme duties" to attend to.

I gotta kick back,
watch a little tube,

and order up a
pizza for breakfast.

- Great.
- 'Cause I can,
you know.

Geek.

Hey! Turn that down in there!

- No.
- Okey-dokey.

Wimp!

Well, that was
pretty emasculating.

I don't want to talk about it.

Oh, I understand.
Yeah, it's too painful.

The fact that your son can
now physically dominate you

must have you
sensing your vast age.

- Can we change the subject?
- Gee, Earl,

maybe we should talk about this.

Now, where do you think
this anger is coming from?

Bring me a root beer!

From in there, Roy!
From in the living room!

He took my life, Roy.

Well, you weren't
doing anything with it.

Jeez.

Don't you understand?

If I can't be the supreme male
in my own household, what am I?

What am I?

- I'm a lost soul.
- Yeah.

Oop. I...

There, there, big
guy. Let it out. Yeah.

A little crying now and then
doesn't make you any less masculine.

Uh...

Then again, this blubbering

does tend toward the sissy side.

Yeah.

- Sorry.
- Come on.

You gotta look at
this as an opportunity.

Sure, you lost control of
your house and your family

and everything you've
worked so hard for...

But now you've
got time for a hobby.

Yeah, yeah.

I guess I do have
more free time now.

There's a world
of possibilities.

Yeah. I could... expand my mind.

Yeah. There's something
you've been neglecting for a while.

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

I could, uh, take up painting.

- Yeah, or you could
study optometry.
- I could read the classics.

- Hmm.
- Yeah.

Or we could shoot some pool.

Better!

- You know something, Roy?
- What?

I feel a great weight has just
been lifted off my shoulders.

Yeah.

And dumped on Robbie's.

Ugh, I have to get a job?

- And maintain
the household.
- Ugh.

Finance the
children's education,

- provide food and clothing
for the family and...
- And pay the bills.

How come you didn't tell me
about this before I challenged Dad?

Well, I certainly would have if
you or your father had bothered

to consult with me before
you ran off to kill each other.

Mom! Can't you do
something about this?

My hands are tied,
Charlene. The law's the law.

Now Robbie's in over his head. So,
he'll have to try and make the best of it.

Oh, so you don't
think I can handle this?

OK, go ahead. Ask me something.

OK. What are three tax
advantages of a variable annuity?

That's so easy.

Don't waste my time,
'cause I gotta go get a job.

Hey, and I'm gonna
get a good one, too.

I can do this "head
of household" thing.

Hi, everybody, I'm home.
Hey, what's for dinner?

Well, it didn't take
you long to find a job.

Well, I am a B-plus student
and employers are always looking

for someone with creative
and organizational skills.

Why are you wearing knee pads?

Because I'm a root puller, OK?

I didn't have time to sit
through all the other offers.

- It sounds like
interesting work.
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, you'd think so from the flashy
title, and yet in the topsy-turvy world

of landscaping, it's actually
not one of the glamour jobs.

- Read me a story. A long one.
- Huh?

Over and over. And
act out all the parts.

Look, I'm bushed. So if
it's OK with everybody,

I'm just gonna sit here
and watch TV for awhile.

Before you get involved, a
few things need your attention.

The property tax is due and
we're overdrawn at the bank.

- Yeah.
- There's a leak
somewhere in the roof.

And the baby bit
the mail carrier.

And I need help with
my geology homework.

Jeez, I just got home. Can't any of
this wait? I had a really rough day.

- Oh, too bad.
- Huh?

- I had a really
neat day.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Now that I don't have to
support all you dependents,

I realized I can spend all
the money I earn on myself.

Oh! Ah. I want. Give it.

And so you decided to buy this?

I didn't buy it, I won it,

and all this other neat
stuff, playing skeeball.

How much skeeball?

- 83 bucks worth.
- Now, Earl,

just because you don't
have to pay the bills

doesn't mean you should
fritter your money away.

Oh, please, Fran.
I've got it under control.

Oh! Gumball?

Hey, could we keep
the chatter down here?

- Hey, I still
need help with this.
- Read me a story.

Can I just have a minute's
peace? I was at work all day!

Robbie, you are the supreme male.
These are your responsibilities now.

If you can't handle them,
maybe you should turn them over

to someone with more maturity.

Whoa! Fran! I can
see your underwear.

Oh! Oh!

OK, OK, everybody,
listen up, listen up!

Now, look, I can
handle all this stuff, OK?

There's an hour
of daylight left,

so I'll look at the
leak in the roof first.

Then get me the
number of this tax guy.

I'll call his office and
ask for an extension.

Then, I'll send a gift
basket to the mail carrier.

Uh, we'll look at your
homework after dinner.

- Oh, good.
- And after that
I'll read to you.

- Ahh.
- Oh!

Oh, I won't be home for dinner.

Roy and I are going
down to the mall

- to cruise the food court.
- Uh, excuse me,

- isn't it a work night?
- Oh, but Roy's going.

Well, I'm not Roy's father.
Oh, I see, you're testing me.

Well, I think you're
at an age now

where you're mature enough
to make your own decisions.

Oh, cool! Have some wax lips.

Now, I had a very hard day, but I
handled that without yelling at you.

- Oh, you're swell.
- Heh heh. Yeah, you see?

It is possible to work all day and
handle these domestic problems

without letting it
beat you down.

Hi.

Jeez.

- Robbie?
- What?

Ooh. Um, tell me a story.

Life stinks. The end.

- Robbie!
- I've had a lousy day
at work.

Look, I'm sorry you've had a rough
day, but we've got problems here.

The baby flushed his caveman doll
down the toilet and now it's backed up.

So?

So, we don't have
a working bathroom.

We live in a forest! There's
nothing but bathrooms!

Trees and bushes as
far as the eye can see!

Fine. If you won't fix it,

- we'll have to
pay a plumber.
- Oh, no!

You're not spending my hard-earned
money on some overpriced wrench jockey!

Oh, Robbie!

- Yeah? What?
- Oh!

- Heh!
- Uh... Mama!

Um, um, um, um, um...

- What?
- Oh! Uh, well,

since you've been helping
me with my homework,

I've got a shot at
getting my first B.

- What is it?
- Oh, so, um,
I was wondering,

could you help me find the
continent of Pangaea on this map?

- You're grounded
for a week.
- For what?

Stupidity!

Well, you can't
ground me for that.

Are we trying for a month?

Yeah, but... Oh! Oh,
brothers! You are... Oh!

Hey, and shut that door. Do I have to
air condition the whole neighborhood?

Um, Robbie?

- What?
- Ooh. Um...

Oops! I dropped
Binky. Get it, please.

OK. Jeez.

- Ow!
- Ha ha ha.

- Amateur!
- Ow. Oh...

- I want not-the-mama.
- Yeah, yeah, me too.

He promised to mow the lawn.

He's out gallivanting around
while the grass is out there growing!

Hey, hurry up there, pally boy!

Quiet! You're ruining
my concentration.

Huh, here it comes.

- Hey... hey, hey, hey...
- I can three-putt
from there.

Earl Sinclair, your son is here
and he looks pretty steamed.

Eh, busted.

Oh, jeez, he's
always on my case.

Hey! What does
this look like to you?

Am I allowed to help?

- Well?
- Um, I don't know.

It's grass! And do
you know what grass?

The same grass I told
you to mow last night.

The same grass I told
you to mow this morning.

Just like I have to tell
you everything three times!

Well, things are going
to start changing, mister,

because I am fed
up! I have had it!

I... I can't take it anymore!

There's bills, and...
and taxes, and...

and the baby, and
the toilet went...

Maybe we should let the
next foursome play through.

There, there, son.

I know exactly what
you're trying to say.

You have had a rough
time as supreme male,

what with the job
and the household

and responsibilities
way past your years.

And the baby hit me on
the head with a big heavy...

Round thing, yeah.

And you want me to take over
again as head of the household,

so you can go back to being
the carefree teenager again.

Is that right?

Yes, Daddy.

Well, forget it!

Now, get off my leg.
I'm putting for birdie.

But you have to take over.

Not a chance.

I'm having the time of my life and
nothing's gonna make me give it up.

Earl Sinclair, more bad
news. Your wife is here.

Oh!

Gee, this really is
a family fun center.

Oh. Oh, Mommy, tell him
to be supreme male again.

Can't make me.

All right, that's enough
from both of you.

He can't handle the household

- and it's time you started
acting like an adult again.
- Don't wanna.

We're going right down to
the office of male supremacy

and have you reinstated
as head of the house.

Why should I?

Earl, do you mean to tell me

there is nothing you
miss about being an adult?

Um...

Not off the top of my head.

What about Thursday nights?

Our Thursday nights?

Thursday nights are
for adults only, Earl.

Oh, jeez.

Come on, son, let's go.

Listen, Dad, I'm
sorry I challenged you.

I thought getting to do
everything I wanted would be great,

but this whole thing has
taught me a valuable lesson.

That with freedom
comes responsibility?

No. That your life bites.
No wonder you yell at me.

I'll just stay out of
your way from now on.

Yeah, thanks. And you know,

I learned something
about your life too.

That it's frustrating being under
someone else's control all the time?

No. That it's way
better than mine.

Um, you're not gonna hold
that against me, are you?

Every chance I get.

- Figures.
- 'Cause you see, son,

it's one of my
responsibilities as a parent

to wean you from life's joy

and prepare you for the relentless
heartache that is adulthood.

Jeez.

- Gumball?
- Huh?

Oh. Thanks.

Come on.