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| - Festro: Fanny packs hung by the chimey with care. Dingle's preparing a bowl full of hair. Festro: Gweelok is dressed for this special occasion. Festro: A prickly pear with hot dog decoration? Slog: Yeah. Fart: I can't believe you all still believe in this man. Festro: And we can't believe that you don't. Fart: (grabs Dingle's paper) Do you actually think you'll show up in this van? Gweelok: According to my calculation... Slog: Are you saying he won't?! The Fart: It's the fifth time this week you've decorated this room. Let's clean up this mess. I'll fetch the broom. Festro: Maybe I should tell you a story, Fart. That'll make you believe and warn your fart heart. Festro: Dingle, we need some more logs for the fire. Slog: What kind of logs will he find there? Ah, one there. Festro: (grabs the word book) It's a real hum dinger from this book that I love. The words make no sense without reading gloves. (wears reading gloves and sits down on the chair.) Gather 'round, bros. And I promise, no more rhymes. Our story begins with a....uh....uhhhh.... Gweelok: Once upon a time? Festro: Yeah. Uncle Grandpa: Good morning! Uncle Grandpa: Good morning. Uncle Grandpa: Good morning. Uncle Grandpa: Good morning. Uncle Grandpa: (girl voice) Good morning. Uncle Grandpa: (robotic voice) Good morning. Uncle Grandpa: (pat Fanny Pack.) Good morning. Fanny Pack: Good morning, Uncle Grandpa. Uncle Grandpa: Good morning. Uncle Grandpa: Good morning. Fanny Pack: What does Uncle Grandpa haven't stoled for us, today? Uncle Grandpa: I don't know. Maybe we should ask Frankenstein. Frankenstein, what does Uncle Grandpa haven't stoled for us, today? Frankenstein: (roars) Uncle Grandpa: (laughs and he stops laughing. He looks at Frankenstein and he looks at the screen.) Frankenstein's crazy. Uncle Grandpa: Good morning! Remo's Dad: Uncle Grandpa! Oh, you're just in time! Uncle Grandpa: I am? Remo's Dad: Yeah! We're celebrating my son, Remo's 13th birthday. Remo: Hurry up, Dad! This party is so lame! Can we just cut the birthday cake, so it's over already? Uncle Grandpa: Did you say birthday cake? Remo: Who are you? Uncle Grandpa: I'm your Uncle Grandpa. (hops in the chair.) Remo: You're my uncle and my grandpa? Remo's Dad: (chuckles) No, son. He's everybody in the world's uncle and grandpa. And when he comes to visit, it sure to be a time you'll never forget. Uncle Grandpa: Yup. Shensabelle right. (ate the whole cake.) Remo: Hey, that's my cake! Remo's Friend #1: Whoa, that dude totally ate the whole table. Uncle Grandpa: (burps) Who are you? Remo's Dad: (chuckles) Yeah, that's classic Uncle Grandpa for ya. Remo: (gets furious, growls and talks to his dad) You're ruining my birthday with your lame party, (points at Uncle Grandpa) and your dork friends! (talks to his friends) Come on, cool dude friends. Let's go up to my room and break stuff. Remo's Friend #2: Yeah! Break stuff! Remo's Dad: Oh. I wish I could throw my son a cool birthday party. Uncle Grandpa: I don't know, Dad. (points at the pinata full of garbage) A pinata filled with garbage? (dancing with musical chairs.) Musical chairs? (looks at the donkey being dizzy under the van.) Super fun donkey ride? Uncle Grandpa: Seems like a pretty cool birthday party to me. Remo's Dad: Well, not to my son. He'd rather go break stuff with his friends. (sigh) I wish I was a cool dad. (sobbing) Uncle Grandpa: Not to worry, Morty Glory. I got somethin' that'll make you the coolist dad who ever lived. (on the roof pointing at Remo breaking stuff.) And your son would totally wanna party with you. Remo's Dad: Oh, great! What is it? Uncle Grandpa: I've got it riiiiight... (stretch his arms up to fanny pack.) ..here. In my fanny pack. (knocks on Fanny Pack) Fanny Pack. Fanny Pack: Yes? Uncle Grandpa: I need something from you. Fanny Pack: Well then, come and get it! (opens his mouth with bats flying out.) Uncle Grandpa: This might take a second. Festro: (reading) And then, Uncle Grandpa's hand walked passed us. Uncle Grandpa: These are cool dude shades. Put these on, and you'll become instantly cool. (hands it to dad) Remo's Dad: (grabs the cool dude shades) Well... (looks at the window with Remo breaking stuff and then looks at Uncle Grandpa) ...if you say so, Uncle Grandpa. (puts the cool dude shades on) Uncle Grandpa: I wonder what's goin' on over there? Remo's Dad: Never mind that. (with Rip Dickleson's face) How do I look? Uncle Grandpa: Like Rip Dickleson. Remo's Dad: Who's Rip Dickleson? Uncle Grandpa: He's an international superstar Hollywood hot chop who's too cool for school. Remo's Dad: Wow! Uncle Grandpa: Okay, now there's one thing you should never do while wearing cool dude shades. Remo's Dad: (tips his shade) What's that? Uncle Grandpa: NO SHADE TIPPING! Remo's Dad: (his body was starting to turn into a lizard monster) OOAAAH! OOOOAHH! What's...AHH...happening to...UUUUAAAHH...my body?! (he panics and he was the lizard monster. He roared and he hits Uncle Grandpa.) Uncle Grandpa: Oh, no. Now, he's too cool for the world. Remo's Dad: (as lizard monster) Do you kids WANNA PARTY?!! Remo: (screaming) Remo's Dad: (as lizard monster) COOL! I'm gonna eat your friends!
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