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LINDA:
Okay, my little snow globes,

I found some mittens
for our snow tubing trip today.

Not all the mittens
have matches,

but you can mix them up

like Punky Brewster did
with her shoes.

Boy, she knew how to have fun.

My snow pants are kind of tight.

Guess I grew a little
since last winter.

That's what happens
when we water you

and give you lots of sunlight.

(sighs) This coat seems
pretty aerodynamic.

Probably not gonna get
a lot of wind resistance.

- Good for snoobing.
- What's snoobing?

Oh, like snow tubing?
Snoobing? I get it.

Yeah, you do.

These feel okay, I guess.

Can you tell they're
giving me a wedgie?

- No...?
- (doorbell rings)

BOB:
That's probably Teddy.

I'll let him in.

Why is Teddy coming upstairs?

Is the restaurant gonna be
up here today?

No, he's coming to work on

a bunch of little things
around the apartment.

You know, like the
wobbly flusher on the toilet.

We're finally gonna fix it.

But our wobbly flusher makes
a funky sound when I jiggle it.

Now what am I gonna jiggle?

- Hey, Teddy.
- Hey, Linda.

Oh, you kids are bundled up.
Going outside to play?

I guess the snow's
not that old and dirty.

- That's what we say about Dad.
- Gene.

We're going snow tubing today.

- Snoobing.
- Snoobing. Right.

Oh, that sounds fun.

You guys going
to Avalanche Mountain?

Avalanche Mountain closed.

Oh, no. Why'd it close?
Avalanche?

No. Back taxes, I think.

We're gonna try
this new place out in Redburn.

- Wait. You guys are
going to Redburn today?
- Yeah, why?

My mom's buried
in the cemetery in Redburn.

She is? I didn't know that.

Yeah. Uh, we didn't live there,
but it's a nice cemetery.

I remember my dad
was sort of proud

that he got her a plot there.

Is that like getting into
a good school?

Should I start doing more
extracurriculars now, or...?

- Uh, no, Tina.
- Oh, good.

Wait, you guys have never
visited my mom's grave.

I mean, I haven't
been there myself

in a really, really long time.

But if you guys are
going to Redburn,

maybe I'll come with you,

and then maybe we can
all visit my mom's grave,

and we can go snoobing
together afterwards?

What are we gonna do
about the restaurant?

We could close for now
and be back for the dinner rush.

You're closing the restaurant
for lunch.

I didn't plan on that,
but it's totally fine.

I can change my plans.

No big deal.
Mr. Flexible over here.

- Easy, Teddy.
- Sorry. Sorry.

Okay. We're going to see
your mom's grave,

and then-then
we're gonna go snoobing.

Uh, okay.

You're saying "okay" in a way
that's not weird at all.

Yeah. It's just, uh, you know,
my thing with cemeteries.

Uh, they kind of give me
the heebie-jeebies.

Heebie Jeebies is the name of
Ken's Oingo Boingo cover band.

Oh, right, I forgot about
your cemetery thing.

If you want,
you can stay at the restaurant

and I'll take the kids today.

Oh, that's an interesting idea.

Keep the restaurant open. Linda?

Uh, no, no, I'll go
and support my husband

and all that good wife crap.

- I mean, I love you.
- Hmm.

LINDA:
Supportive. Yay.

So, it's taking us
a little longer to get there

than I thought it would.

We hit some traffic.

- And there were some pee stops.
- GENE: Mm-hmm.

And it also took a while
to leave the apartment.

Making cards for my mom,
for Grandma,

seemed like a good idea
that I had,

but it was time-consuming.

Some of us nailed it.

"You put the grand in grandma,
I'm guessing.

I never met you. Love, Tina."

Eh, it's no drawing of Grandma

kickboxing all the clouds
in heaven.

And I wrote, "I hope
you're giving heaven hell."

I drew her as Uma Thurman
from that dancing scene

with John Travolta
in Pulp Fiction.

She'll love it.

So, Dad, when was the last time

you visited your mom's grave?

Oh, I honestly can't remember.

It was so many years ago.

- Did you have hair?
- Yes.

- On the part of your head
that I can see right now?
- Yes.

- What color was it?
- GENE: Were you a spicy redhead
back then?

- BOB: No.
- GENE: Boo.

(Linda moaning nervously)

BOB:
Lin, you okay?

Oh, yeah. I'm just ducking down.

You know, in case anything
comes out of the cemetery

to suck my soul.

I mean, I know
that's not how it works.

Uh, no, that's how it works.

Lin, you-you can stay
in the car.

You don't have to get out.

Me? In the car?

By myself? In the cemetery?

Are you playing Clue right now?

Or how about we park
on the street?

And the kids and I
can walk inside?

Ah, no, I want
to be there for you.

Seriously, you-you don't
have to come in.

LINDA:
Really?

Yes. Definitely.

Okay. Kids, say
hi to Grandma for me.

And if anything tries
to suck your soul,

just spit on your fingertips,
slap the ground three times,

and run back to the car.

Okay.

LOUISE:
Ooh, look at all that
white gold. Sorry, sorry.

We're visiting Grandma now,
snoobing later.

- I'm in the moment.
- BOB: All right, I-I think
we go that way?

Or maybe that way?

TINA:
Okay. Good start.

Oh, that building
must be the office.

Uh, let's go in and see
if they have a map.

And maybe a hot cocoa
to warm up?

TINA:
I'd sit by the fire
and have a hot cocoa.

Guys, there's no cocoa.

It's an office at a cemetery,
not a lodge.

LOUISE:
Not with that attitude.

Hi. Bathroom's
over there on the left.

Uh, we don't need the bathroom.

Oh, sorry, you had that look.

Our dad just has
resting pee face.

Louise. Um, I-I'm
looking for my mother's grave.

Do you happen to have a map
I could use?

Oh, yes. We have maps.

Where did I put them?

Sorry for your loss.
Uh, when did your mother pass?

Um, 33 years ago...?

I mean, 32.
Wait, how old am I?

64?

- Lower. I think.
- I'm not in my 60s.

When was the last time
you visited us?

Um, uh, you know,
it's been a while.

Last year?

Not quite last year, no.

I-I think it's been,
um, uh, 20 years?

Did you move out of state?

That happens when people
move out of state.

No, no, we've been...
We've been here.

O-kay.

Here's a map.
What's your mother's name?

Belcher. Lily Belcher.

Let's see...

Ah, she's right over here.

Okay, great. Thanks.

Gonna get this baby ready
to give to Grandma.

Oh, uh, sorry,
can't leave cards.

Or anything except flowers.

Oh, my mom didn't like
getting flowers.

She was more
of a "don't pick 'em,

just leave 'em"
kind of person.

That's what I say about boogers.

Well, cards are against
the rules, sorry.

It's okay. We don't have
to leave our cards.

I didn't work a long time
on mine or anything.

I could leave Grandma
the granola bar

I just found in my pocket.

They're biodegradable.

I hope she likes them
warm and smushed.

(grunts) Is it rude to pick
your wedgie in a cemetery?

I think it's rude not to.

This map is really hard to read.

It-it looks like
a Xerox of a Xerox.

Oh, Papa, stop making up words
and find Grandma already.

Okay, well, she's not here,

because this seems like the
really old part of the cemetery.

That I sort of remember?

It's pretty, in a grave-y way.

Also in a groovy way.

That guy died in the '60s.
The 1860s.

Lot of walking, which is cool.

Should we have rented
Segues for this?

- Cemetery Segues?
- Segue-teries?

Okay, we're looking for a grave
that's flat on the ground.

Uh, I can't read this.
Can-can you read this?

Uh, are those even letters?

I think it says Patrick-cake?

No, it says Ram-snicks-icks.

Uh, let's try this way.

GENE:
I wonder how Mom's doing.
Do you think she remembers us?

♪ Everything is fine,
everything's okay ♪

♪ Not gonna look
at the cemetery ♪

♪ Oh, my God I peeked ♪

♪ Did the dead people see me? ♪

♪ Are they gonna come get me? ♪

♪ I sure hope not. ♪

Okay, where are we?

Don't worry, kids, we-we're
gonna find Grandma soon.

Oh, what? It's fine,
we haven't been keeping track

of how long
this is taking at all.

Wait a second, are we back in
the old part of the cemetery?

Oh, yeah. I remember that angel.

The snow makes it look like
he's wearing a cool hat.

I remember I said,
"Cool hat, bro."

Oh, my God. I have no idea
where I'm supposed to go.

I can't find my mom's grave.
I-I can't find my mom's grave.

I am a horrible person.

But a great granola bar opener?

Please? Sir?

Oh, yeah, look at that.
Good job, Dad.

I'm so sorry, kids,
this-this was

not supposed to take this long.

You should be
snoobing right now.

No, no, no, no, no, no.
It's fine, it's fine.

But we can't go without
seeing my mom's grave.

I mean, I don't really
believe in ghosts,

but I feel like all these people
buried here are judging me

and saying I'm a terrible son
and a terrible person.

Maybe they're saying,
"No prob, Bob. Go snoob."

Yeah, if the ghosts
are judging you,

it's about so many other things.

(grunts) I wish
I wore bigger pants.

We all do.

Uh, I'm gonna call your mom

and tell her we're gonna
be a little longer.

Okay, there's like
a 90% chance my whole family got

pulled into a grave and that's
why they're taking so long.

- (phone buzzes)
- Ah! Bob?

BOB:
Lin-- We're-- We're, uh--
- metery-- a little bit l-- now.

What? I-I can't hear you.
Y-You're breaking up.

BOB:
I c-- hear you-- No, you're c--
- ing out.

Did you get pulled
into a grave or not?

Lin? Oh, disconnected.
Really bad reception here.

I mean, it's not like
they need cell phone service,

but I'd like to think

wherever they are now
has unlimited texting.

Ah, shoot. I lost him.

- (phone buzzes)
- Hello? Bob?

- Hey, Lin.
- Teddy?

The toilet handle is fixed

and I'm just finishing
patching that hole in the wall.

Well, I won't be able
to walk by it

and say "holey moley" anymore,

but it'll be nice
to have a fixed-up wall.

- Thanks, Teddy.
- Sure thing.

Hey, I tried to call Bob and it
went straight to voice mail.

Is he screening my calls?
Just kidding. But is he?

No, he's in the cemetery
and there's bad reception there.

Oh. Why aren't you
in the cemetery?

I'm waiting for them in the car.

- I couldn't go in.
- Oh, right.

Your whole totally normal for an
adult fear of cemeteries thing.

Yeah, I-I know.

I feel bad, but why couldn't
Bob's mom be buried

in a nice, well-lit mall
or something?

But Lin, if anything
scary's gonna happen,

it'll happen at night.
During the day,

it's just a pretty park
with not enough places to sit.

You know what, Teddy?
You're right.

It's daytime. I'll be fine.

Okay, I'm gonna do it.
I'm gonna go inside the cemetery

and I'm gonna be there for Bob.

Good for you, Lin.

Oof, I-I'm feeling
light-headed.

Teddy, are you okay?

Yeah, I think it's
low blood sugar.

I skipped lunch.

I couldn't think
of any place to eat

and I'm not allowed
to pretend to be Bob

and cook in the restaurant anymore,

so here we are. (chuckles)

Listen, help yourself
to anything in the fridge.

Okay. Thanks, Lin,
I'm gonna go do that right now.

Okay, bye.

Oh, but don't eat
the leftover meatloaf,

we're saving that for dinner.

Hello? Oh, he hung up.

It's okay, I'll text him.

And I'll text Bob his super
supportive wife is on her way.

And he's lucky to have me.

Eh, what do we got here?

Oh, meatloaf.
Maybe I'll try this.

Should I heat it up or...

Oh. Oh, I'm eating it.
It's so good.

Oh, and now I'm crying
a little bit.

- Oh, I was so hungry.
- (phone dings)

Oh. Oh...

TINA:
Damn. The sun looks like
it's gonna set soon.

It's 'snoob big deal.

I mean, it's no big deal.

Yeah, I-I'm sorry again, kids.

Hey, there's still
a little time to snoob,

if we found the grave,
like, right now.

What if we shouted "Grandma"?

Maybe she'd give us a sign

and a branch would fall off
a tree or something?

Grandma! Anything?

Uh, okay, let's not shout
"Grandma" in a cemetery.

A lot of people here
probably answer to that name.

Oh, hey, look.
Uh, a flat section.

We weren't here
already, were we?

GENE:
I don't think so.

I don't see any footprints
in the snow.

Or any of the beautiful
butt-prints I made.

Okay, great.
Let's try this section.

- And make more butt-prints. And
this time I won't hold back.
- Mm.

Thanks. Sorry about all
the weird questions.

I know I don't need to hold my
breath the whole time I'm here

so I don't die.
(chuckles nervously)

You probably get that
a lot, right?

No? Well, uh,
thanks for the map.

Okay, here I am.

Walking in the cemetery.

All right, map,
where's my family?

Oh, my God,
this thing is terrible.

Are you my dad's mom? No.

Gene, you don't have
to say that every time.

What if I whisper it?

(quietly):
Are you my dad's mom? No.

Hey, so you know, I'm locking
the gate in about a half-hour.

Which is exactly how much time
I have left in this podcast.

Oh, God. Okay, well,
thanks for letting us know.

H-Hey, could you
help us out real quick?

Yep. You, too.

BOB:
Oh, you're driving away.

Good luck with the podcast,
I hear they're great!

Hey, Dad? Didn't you
say Grandma died 33 years ago?

- Yeah.
- All the graves that I'm seeing

are for people who died within,
like, the last ten years.

- Same.
- Yeah, same.

(sighs) You know what?

Let's just go to the car

and-and come back another time.

Th-This isn't gonna work.

We're not gonna find the grave
in the next 30 minutes.

Are you sure, Dad?

Yeah. Let's go.

And maybe you guys can get
a little snoobing in

and the day won't be
a total waste.

Okay. Um, sorry we
didn't find Grandma.

Bye, Grandma!

And I'm sorry I ate your granola
bar. You didn't miss much.

When we come back, I'll bring
the kind with chocolate chips.

Okay. Crooked cabinet door
is no longer crooked.

Mmm. Eating and working.

Mm-mm-mmm. All right,
what's next on the list?

Oh. A text from Linda.

"Don't eat the meatloaf,
we're saving it for dinner."

What? No!

Ah! I ate their dinner?

Ah, God, what am I gonna do?

Ah! Ah!
Think, Teddy, think.

Uh, I could, uh, uh...

Uh, I could... make another
meatloaf. Yes. Good plan.

Okay.
Looking up meatloaf recipes.

And I guess
I might as well finish this

while I'm doing it.

Oh, that's so good.

Uh, where's your mom?

Is she hiding behind the seats?
That's fun.

Maybe she found a better car?

- She's always wanted
a PT Cruiser.
- (phone chiming)

Hold on,
I'm getting a bunch of texts.

A lot of messages from Teddy.

- Something about a meatloaf.
- GENE: Mmm.

Oh, here's one from your mom.

Oh, no.

She went into the cemetery.

She's in there
right now looking for us.

- What?
- No!

I'm trying to call her, but it's
going straight to voice mail.

She's probably out of range.
Listen, kids...

Don't say it, Dad.

We got to go back
in the cemetery.

- He said it.
- Dang it.

We have to find your mom.

First of all, we love her

and we shouldn't abandon her.

And second,
she's in the scariest place

imaginable to her,
all by herself.

Maybe it's not as bad as she
thought it was gonna be?

(breathing heavily)

(branch snaps)

- Oh, my God!
- (crow cawing)

Ah! Cemetery bird!

Look, I know I couldn't find
my own mother's grave.

But your mom
will be easier to find.

I hope. I mean, she's louder.

And then we'll leave

and maybe we'll still be
able to snoob. Possibly.

For 20 minutes or so, before
the snoobing place closes.

But if we can't, at least

this is your mom's fault
and not mine.

Ah! Parents!

Crap, where is your mom?
(exhales)

Uh, you guys have
been quiet for a while.

Is-is it 'cause,
instead of snoobing,

we've been doing this so much?

Hey. Snoobing is just a joyful
thing that kids do,

but getting lost in a cemetery
in the cold is great, too.

LOUISE:
(groans) We were gonna be
zooming down a hill

on an inner tube, using gravity

- for our own sick pleasures.
- BOB: I know.

LOUISE:
And how are we supposed
to find Mom

in a giant cemetery
with the sun going down?

GENE:
Should we shake some keys
or bang on her food bowl?

Oh, why is it getting
so dark out already?

Stupid winter. And where
the hell is this grave?

Okay, maybe I'll try reading
this terrible map one more time.

Heritage Road and Cedar Lane.

Huh. That gobbledygoop
kind of looks "Heritage."

Oh, I'm close to Bob's mom.

Guys! I'm close!

Oh, sorry. Sorry.
Excuse me. Sorry.

Okay, I put all the ingredients
in the bowl. What's next?

"Knead everything together using
your hands." All right.

Ahh! This is how you
make meatloaf?

Ugh, oh, gross.

But I got to do it.
Teddy, be strong.

Ahh! Ugh! So slimy.

Ohh! Ugh, Bob and Linda are
disgusting. Ugh, ugh.

Well, the sun went down.
Damn sun.

Sorry, sun, it's not your fault.

Guys, I-I know
I keep saying this,

but I really am sorry that
this day is a total failure.

Hold on.
Maybe not a total failure.

What if we snoob right here?

I'm listening.

Look at how steep this hill is.

We can slide down
on our bellies.

- Belly-tube.
- Boob.

- Yes.
- I like it, I like it.

Kids, you can't,
we need to find your mom

before they
lock up the cemetery.

Come on, Dad.
Just a little boobing?

- TINA and GENE: Please?
- Please? Please, please, please?

(sighs) Okay, fine.

Just a little bit.
And then w-we go save your mom.

- Yes!
- Yeah.

Ready? One, two, three, go!

♪ ♪

- Yeah!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

My wedgie's never been bigger
and I've never felt more alive.

Pretty sure this is the spot.
(grunting)

(Linda gasps)

Oh, my God.
Bob's mom. I found you.

Where the heck are Bob
and the kids?

Did the cemetery eat them?
I hope not.

No, right?

Uh, so, I'm Linda,
your daughter-in-law.

Sorry this is the first time
we're meeting.

I wish we met
when you were alive,

but I didn't know Bob back then.

Ah, I don't know why I get
so afraid of cemeteries.

I mean, you're here all the time
and you're not complaining.

I guess maybe part
of that is cemeteries

kind of make me think about,

you know, losing someone close
to me, like how Bob lost you.

But hey, I got to tell you,
you made a good guy.

Bob's sweet, he's a great dad.

He always remembers
to put the toilet seat down

in the middle of the night.

Except that one time,
when I fell in. That was bad.

- (whoops)
- I like boobing,

but it's a little hard
on my actual boobs.

Mine are comfortably numb.

I think that's what
that song is about.

You could just go down on
your side. A little side boob.

Guys, I'm glad
you're all having fun,

but I-I think we need
to get back

to finding your possibly
terrified mom.

TINA:
Wow, yeah, it got dark.

LOUISE: There's no way
Mom's still here.

She probably left us
and found a family

that doesn't
wander around in cemeteries.

Yeah, she's probably back
at the car. So, let's go.

LINDA:
Can you believe it?

- Ah!
- Is that... Mom?

It's either Mom or a
talking bird that's loving life.

- Lin?
- LINDA: Bob?

Lin? Where are you?

LINDA:
I'm at your mom's grave.

Where are you?

Just stay there.
We'll come to you.

Keep saying stuff,
we'll follow your voice.

LINDA:
Okay. Na-na-na-na-na-na.

She's coming from over there.

- LINDA: Na-na-na-na.
- Lin.

Na-na-na-na-na-na.

TINA: Okay, yeah,
we all see each other.

- Na-na-na-na-na.
- TINA: So, you don't have
to do that anymore.

Not that we don't all love it.

Where have you guys been?

Oh, wait, that-that must be
the groundskeeper.

I-I guess we should
flag him down?

Dad, no. He's gonna
make us leave.

We finally made it
to Grandma's grave.

You need to have your visit.

And maybe we want to have
a visit with Grandma, too.

Okay. All right.

What are you doing?
Come over here.

- The truck is getting closer.
- Quick, hide.

(quietly):
Okay. Lin, hide.

Huh? Why are we hiding?

Because the ghosts are coming?
Oh, God. Oh, God.

No, we got to hide
from the groundskeeper.

It-it's a long story,
I'll tell you later.

Just hide, quick, please.

- Oh, okay.
- LOUISE: I love how
Mom will hide

from any authority figure
under any circumstance.

Oh, yeah. She'd take him out
if we told her to.

- What? We're taking him out?
- No. No, no, no.

Okay, no one move.

I'm just gonna pick
a wedgie real quick.

- Tina, no.
- I'm doing it.

Ah, I did it.
Oh, it's already back.

So we're hiding from
groundskeepers? I like it.

I'm glad it's not ghosts.
No offense, ghosts.

So, where the heck have
you guys been?

We got really lost.
And then we got lost again.

You should've gotten a map
from that little lodge.

It's an office,
it's not a lodge. And we did.

- Oh.
- Can you be map-blind?

Because if so, Dad's that.

Shh. Here he comes.

Go around the bush.

(grunting, straining)

Oh, thank God.

Wow. Lin, I can't believe
you're in a cemetery.

In the dark.
And you were by yourself.

Well, not really.
I was with your mom.

We had a nice talk.

I mean, I did the talking.

And it helped me relax,
a little.

Also, I was picturing myself

- in Jamaica the whole time.
- Hmm.

So, here we are. Bob's mom,
these are your grandchildren.

The ones I was
telling you about.

- Hi.
- Hey, you.

Uh, hi, Grandma.
We made you cards.

We're not allowed
to leave them here,

but we can show them to you.

Here's mine. Pretty good, huh?

Be easy on Louise and Gene.
They tried.

Bob, move closer.

And maybe change your face

so it's not so "I'm Bob,
I'm a terrible person"?

Yep, yep, no, I-I know.
I-I-I just, yeah.

Listen. I think I know your mom
well enough to know

that she would be okay with you
not coming till now.

Because she'd want you
to be busy living your life,

with your three
beautiful children,

and your fun, hot wife Linda.

And she'd be so proud of you.
I mean, look what you've done.

With the restaurant,
with this family.

- Tina, take your
hand out of your butt.
- Sorry.

Thanks, Lin.

Okay, kids, step back.

You're hogging Grandma.

BOB:
Hi, Mom.

TINA:
That was a nice visit.

Until Gene farted.

It wasn't me,
it was a cemetery ghost.

It was me.

BOB:
Yeah, we're locked in.

He did say he was gonna do that
and then I guess he did it.

Good for him
for following through.

So, uh, what do we do?

(sighs)
I don't know. Maybe we...

Oh, your mom's
already climbing the fence.

Let's get the hell out of here.
Come on, come on.

TINA:
Ah, coming.

Ah, first boobing and now

climbing a cemetery fence?

Is this the best night ever?

- (cloth ripping)
- Ah, my snow pants.

Well, no more wedgie, I guess.

Wait, I'm not sure if I can
climb this without a boost.

- TINA: Ghost boost?
- GENE: Who you gonna call?

LOUISE:
Ghost boosters!

LINDA: Oh, God,
I'm getting in the car!

Eh, looks pretty good.

Not exactly like the one
I ate, but not bad.

Anyway, they're gonna be
really surprised

- that's it's hot
out of the oven.
- Teddy?

Ahh! Oh, jeez.

Oh, my God. Uh, uh...

Go back outside for an hour and
a half and-and then come back.

Okay.

♪ Who's got eyes
that sparkle ♪

♪ like a lily sprinkled
with dew? ♪

♪ Lily Belle ♪

♪ And who's got lips
as fresh as autumn rain ♪

♪ When summer is through? ♪

♪ Lily Belle ♪

♪ And, oh, incidentally ♪

♪ There's one more thing
to tell ♪

♪ If your eyes are open and you
think you're seeing a dream ♪

♪ It's Lily Belle. ♪

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