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God, the board will see you now.

We called you in today because of the incident

that occurred last night at your condo at approximately 1:53 a.m.

Look, I'm sorry about last night's little ordeal.

It was, uh...

...a wild night.

"Little ordeal"? First, you put on that nature documentary again,

the one about the pterodactyls mating.

Mmm...

Dude, it's weirding everyone out. Why do you keep watching that?

Then you passed out drunk with a DiGiorno in the oven...

And burned down the entire west end of Heaven.

I mean, not all of it. The Margaritaville survived.

Oh. And you blew up all of our unicorns.

Oh, boo-hoo. They're ponies with face boners.

I did you a favor.

Look, it's not just the fire. Earth is also a mess.

You left the tornado machine running,

humans have invented pumpkin spice deodorant,

and the Red Hot Chili Peppers recorded a Christmas album.

The board's decided you need to be rehabilitated.

You must empathize with your disciples.

And we believe the best way to do that is for you to go to Earth

and answer a human's prayer.

Here are a few recent ones. Let's see. Tuh-tuh-tuh.

Oh, a group of hikers got stuck in a snowstorm.

They're starving and one of them prayed for help.

I invented a solution to that ages ago.

I'll give you a hint. It rhymes with "bannibalism."

Wait, here we go. Somebody from the Higgins family sent a prayer

asking for you to save their family.

Perfect. You go down, connect with them,

help save their family, and then you can come back.

And you'll live as one of them. Sort of.

What do you mean "sort of"?

What do you mean "sort of," Craig?

What the f...

What happened to my washboard abs?

My pecs look like geriatric crêpes!

And my toes look like... baked beans?

Yeah, no. I'll just cast a quick spell and transform back into my God body.

What the...? Where's the rest of my God bod?

Wait, I'm God!

Hold up. Wait. I'm...

What's wrong with my powers?

Higgins?

It's you. Your family prayed for my help.

What the hell? You can talk!

Behold. I am the holiest of holy molys.

I am God.

Jesus Christ!

Does this beard look like a goatee to you? I said I'm God.

Hey, where'd you go?

Oh!

There you go, little chompster. Just take a nice little nap.

Glad I sprung for that jumbo pack of horse tranquilizers.

Harry, I nabbed a feral cat. Possibly rabid. Definitely obese.

I'm punching out.

I gotta get home for a family game night.

Barf!

Not a board game fan?

In the Navy SEALs, we learned to snap our own necks

in case of enemy capture.

I've only ever been tempted once, playing Scattergories.

Hey, bud, how's it going?

Terrific, other than the fact that I no longer have the morphology

necessary to use a toilet.

Why in the name of Zeus' thundering butt cheeks

did you turn me into a cat?

To teach you to connect with humans.

You've reigned from above, now you must empathize from below,

literally. At their little baby feet.

What about my powers?

Well the board wants you to solve problems without any fancy tricks.

We did leave some of your spells intact to help move things along.

But I'd stick to small miracles, like turning muffins into cupcakes.

That's not a miracle. That's icing.

Roger that, good buddy.

Now remember, save the family, save yourself.

- We'll be checking on you. Poof! - Poof!

Save a human family? That's why I created sexy firemen.

Rise, my children.

Rise!

Hold on. It's working.

Cats, assemble!

Ah-ya!

What the...

Hmm. Why is my mouth filling with saliva?

This trash bird is disease-ridden, yet so alluring.

Like a buffet in Vegas.

Or Timothée Chalamet.

Mmm.

Level five rainbow blast, activated!

Behold. 'Tis I, your Savior...

A talking cat!

Chill! Chill!

Yes, and you're a grown man playing with toys. Now chill.

Now listen up. I am God.

Well, Godcat for now, and I'm here on Earth to answer a prayer.

Did you send it? I mean, right away,

I can see that you're wearing pants that unzip to become shorts.

That seems on-brand for someone who would say,

"Dear God, please help me."

God, huh? Whoa. Hey, maybe you can answer a question

that has caused more arguments than any other in the history of humanity.

Is it pronounced "GIF" or "JIF"?

It's pronounced, "Who gives a Jupiter-sized barge of dog crap?"

Hey, it's almost time for game night.

Come on, you can meet my opponents. They're also my family.

Great. The sooner I help you, the sooner I can get back to Heaven.

I'm having a tanning bed delivered on Friday,

and there's a Gorgon who keeps stealing my packages.

Greta! Meet Godcat.

As his name suggests, he's God in a cat's body.

Hello. Yes, I'm God.

Please kiss my feet or present me with a sacrificial goat.

Just kidding. But seriously, a few toe kisses would be nice.

Possible case of toxoplasmosis, resulting in increased cognitive ability.

Note, obtain stool sample. A god, you say? So, does that make you omnipotent?

Wow. Personal much?

Just because I don't want kids, doesn't mean I can't have kids.

These tadpoles of mine could populate a clown car.

Ugh. No. "Omnipotent," the power to create anything.

And if you are all-powerful,

can you create a stone so heavy that you cannot lift it?

Of course I can make-slash-lift a big, stupid rock.

- In my regular God form, I'm quite swole. - But you see the contradiction, right?

I see somebody licked one too many nine-volt batteries as a kid.

I had a theory that they generate new neural pathways,

but they just made my hair curly.

Come on. Game night starts in five.

Yo, yo, yo! It's me, Travis the Travpocalypse! And today...

Hey, Travis. Remember how I told you God was dead?

- Well, I was wrong. - Dad. I'm streaming!

Do I interrupt you when you practice speaking Klingon in the mirror?

Travis went viral when he was really little.

♪ You put your right foot in You take your right foot out ♪

♪ You do the horkey porkey And you turn yourself around... ♪

The "horkey porkey"!

Since then, he's been trying to get Internet-famous for something else.

I offered to cosplay as Conan the Barbarian for his livestream.

Oiled up my loincloth and everything.

Hey, shoutout to Buttsmasher6969 for liking my stream.

Remember to hit that like button, and I'll write your name on my forehead.

Hooray! You're done with your TwitchTok or whatever.

Come on, it's game night. I'll race ya.

I'm guessing self-awareness isn't his middle name.

Still better than my mom.

I asked her for a Switch last Christmas, and she gave me a sharpened stick.

Are y'all paying attention? Okay, my board game is fairly simple

once you master the first 70 rules or so.

After we stop the Zombie Kittens, a Mercat will rise.

The only way to defeat her is to speak Cat-o-nese,

an ancient cat language I invented for this game.

Now if we encounter a Rainbow Dragon, the only way to stop it is

to use the Red Wand of Destiny. But no one's ever...

Every word you speak is like a dagger made of Benadryl.

How your family's not rolled you in a rug and set it on fire is beyond me.

Okay, I knew it was game night, so I got Kegernet Sauvignon.

Calm down. It's not full. I had some for breakfast.

You again!

Relax. I'm only here as a PR ploy

to make it look like I give a dump about you people.

So just let me know what you need help with,

and I'll be out of your hair.

Come on. Come on. Who here prayed for help to save this family?

We don't pray in this family.

We catch prey, mostly rats from the hole I dug out back.

It's how I maintain our supply of rat jerky.

Wait, we've been eating rat jerky?

Uh, look, we'll discuss that later. Let's get this game started.

So, Godcat, regarding rule number 147.

Magical red dot.

I'm sorry.

I have no idea where that came from.

Red lasers must activate some kind of cat berserker mode in me.

Can I be excused? This is worse than that time Greta tricked me

into going dumpster diving at the hospital.

But we found so many ears.

No. You're staying here and playing the game I worked so hard on.

Dad, bro, for real? Bonding doesn't happen by forcing your hobbies on us.

Meaningful connections are built through mutual emotional cognizance.

Where did you learn that?

I was playing Steal Truck Drive Drive,

and I crashed through the window of a therapist's office.

So I stayed and talked awhile.

Oh no! It's soaking into Zombie Cat.

Hang on. I can fix you.

Hey, Greta, let's go out back and work on your knife skills.

Your throwing looks good, but you've kind of plateaued on stabbing.

Actually I was hoping you'd listen to my science fair presentation

and give me feedback.

Sure. I'm always happy to make time for...

Oh, 9/11 Memorial Snuggies are on QVC right now. Gotta run.

No.

Da Vinci had his Vitruvian Man.

Now I, Greta Higgins, have created Papier-mâché Man!

Ugh.

How odd that you claim to have created man,

and yet you are ashamed of his husbandry barnacles.

Just because you've made something

doesn't automatically mean you want to see it again.

You think Spielberg's ever been like, "Hey, let's throw on War Horse?"

Ah!

Look at it. Perfection.

Check out how I made butt cheeks like little cushions.

Anywhere you go, bam, instant comfy chair.

I call my project "The Flawed Design of the Human Body."

How dare you!

Yes. For starters, I, for one, probably wouldn't have combined

the swallowing orifice with the breathing orifice.

Oh great. The orifice police are here. You try creating everything in six days.

When you're down to the wire, some orifices are gonna get combined.

I suppose we are both imperfect creators.

"Imperfect"?

Ever heard of a mantis shrimp? It's incredible.

I put all my energy into it

to make it beautiful, powerful,

and, like, super freaking violent.

Well of course I know what a mantis shrimp is.

If I could bring one of those in for my project,

that would get me the win for sure.

Okay. Okay.

Hold on.

Dear God, please help me.

Pound-nine-four-one-star.

Cheryl, hi. It's me. Glad I caught you at your desk.

Listen, can you teleport me a mantis shrimp?

Yeah. Here we go.

Looks like he's hungry. Do grocery stores here sell platypus meat?

And in conclusion, what you might refer to as the fleshy flip-flop

at the back of your throat serves no purpose.

Um. Excuse me, that was meant to be decorative,

like a little meat chandelier.

Oh. Why is science fair attendance mandatory at this school?

- Listen, Traffic... - Travis.

Trashfist, shut that burrito vacuum of yours. She's getting to the good part.

But I bet you're wondering if the human form is so inferior,

what is the greatest creature on Earth?

- Behold. The mantis... - Behold. The mantis...

Why am I not streaming this?

My followers will love this way more than me eating mulch again.

Well, I hope you're happy, Godcat.

And I'm saying that the way people do when they hope someone's not happy.

Don't blame Godcat. If anyone in this family had taken an interest

in my academic endeavors, I wouldn't have had to ask him.

Hey, I'm only here because one of you prayed for my help!

Stop saying that. Nobody prayed. This isn't Utah.

Okay. I didn't want to do this

since it violates human-deity privacy laws, but whatever.

Let's see. January 25th, 6:10 p.m.

Dear God, my family's a mess.

My husband still gets Spider-Man henna at the county fair.

My daughter is like a computer going through puberty,

and my son's goal in life is to be famous for eating six pounds

of soft-shelled crab on YouTube.

That wasn't a prayer!

Any phrase that begins with "Dear God" qualifies as a prayer.

Believe me, it drives the IT guy up the wall.

A pubescent computer?

Sorry I don't wanna follow in your footsteps

and go to Murder College.

My bulk-eating videos are beloved by people young and old!

Admittedly, mostly old.

Specifically, one guy who keeps asking me for pictures of my mouth.

You said you liked those tattoos.

You... You called me your Peter Parker.

Meow?

I am driving you out into the woods and leaving you there.

The woods? Oh.

That was the other thing on Earth I just totally phoned in.

It's like nature's storage unit.

I can't believe what you did!

Hey, don't blame me! You're the one who hates your family.

I don't hate my family.

Marv's the sweetest man I've ever known.

And my kids... they're good kids,

but we're just slowly growing apart.

Fine. Say no more, mostly because I don't care.

Soon Greta will go off to college,

and Travis will get into vaping or rollerblading or roller vaping,

and then it'll just be me and Marv

drifting apart, one board game at a time.

Your blinker is on, idiot!

Turn off your blinker!

Whoa, easy there, Colonel Kurtz.

You went from zero to homicide in, like, five seconds.

Ah, I love being a model citizen.

Wait, that's it.

Marv is into these boring games while Abbie thrives on action.

Greta craves problem-solving, and Trashfist likes mindless gore.

I just need to connect those things.

I know what I need to do.

You!

Sorry, I needed your attention.

Also, oddly, this is super satisfying.

It's like popping bubble wrap.

Anyway, I had this epiphany

that you need to find something you can all enjoy together.

Here, watch.

Abra-cat-dabra!

I figured I'd shrink you down

to play a life-sized version of Marv's board game.

Yes! I... I play it close to the vest,

but I'm actually very into tabletop gaming.

Right. Let's see. Da... Here we go.

First up, you are attacked by a horde of Zombie Kittens.

Oh, one other little thing,

these game pieces can totally kill you.

I mean what better way to bond as a family than through shared trauma? Right?

Wait, what?

You have the right to remain...

dead.

Mom, for real?

Zombie gaming 101, headshots only.

Here, watch.

Okay, what's next?

"A Mercat will rise and sing its siren song."

Remember the game rules? We have to stop it by speaking Cat-o-nese!

You no can has scritchy-witchy!

Hiss-hiss, meo... Dammit. That's not right.

I'm not supposed to inflect on scritchy.

You no can has meow-meow on our fuzznoms!

Be gone!

Meow!

Abbie, you learned Cat-o-nese? I... I don't know what to say!

You practiced in the shower for months. It's stuck in my brain like a blood clot.

Wow! There's some serious bonding going on here.

Now just one last monster, the Rainbow Dragon.

Wait, I never finished sculpting a figurine for the Rainbow Dragon.

No need. We've already got one.

Father, don't your rules say

we have to defeat it using the Red Wand of Destiny?

But it's just a wild animal on a game board! My rules don't apply.

I think they do.

Magical red dot.

Can we get big again? I gotta use the toilet.

Okay, I did your stupid rehab assignment.

I cared about these losers.

You know, empathy.

- Poof! - Poof!

We saw great work from a PR standpoint, sir.

I found myself actually rooting

for the crybaby gamer kid not to have his limbs torn from his torso.

Plot twist!

Great. Okay, so time to beam me up.

Actually, the board feels you still have a lot of making up to do.

War, inequality, nautically themed bathrooms,

the smell that emanates from a Subway restaurant,

people who say "in bed" after you read a fortune cookie.

Oh, you'll have to stay down here

and live with this family for a little while longer, I'm afraid.

But, hey, the good news is you have us.

Just know Craig and Aslandeus are up there rooting for you.

Nautical bathrooms? That's not fair.

I created the ocean and the humans ran with it.

- Poof! - Poof!

♪ Arab sheiks on the burning sands... ♪

♪...and clap their hands ♪

♪ Said, "Come on, girls Are you ready to play?" ♪

You!

Mw-ha-ha-ha.

Mmm.

♪ Gypsy caravans have changed their mode ♪

♪ They truck down the Romany road ♪

♪ With their hi-de-hos And their hey-hey-diddle ♪

♪ Doin' the swing on the Gypsy fiddle ♪