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| - Benson: Alright, everyone. Listen up. I have a new health inspector coming in any minute, so I need everyone on-- Everyone: (Bored) On our best behavior. Pops: Ooh, here he comes! Muscle Man: That's not our usual inspector. (Revealing they didn't listen to what Benson said.) Benson: That's what I just SAID! Do you guys ever listen to me?!! (The health inspector, Frank Jones, wants to know who is the Park manager) Frank Jones: Which one of you is the Park manager? Benson: That's me, Benson. Nice to meet you. Frank Jones: Mmm, hmm. Frank Jones (continued): Frank Jones. City health department. I've been sent to inspect your Park. Now, if it's alright with you, I'd like to get this inspection under way. Frank Jones: Well, that's it. Benson: Did we-- Frank Jones: You passed. Barely. Frank Jones: The department will be in touch. Wait... what is that? Muscle Man: My trailer. Pretty sweet, huh? Frank Jones: No human could possibly live in that thing. Muscle Man: What? No way, bro. That trailer is a palace inside. Go see for yourself. Muscle Man: What are you doing?! Frank Jones: This trailer needs to be destroyed. I'm taking it to the dump. Musicle Man: You can't! This trailer is the third best thing that's ever happened to me! I won it at a hotdog-eating contest. Announcer: The winner! Muscle Man: Yeah! Alright! This is the third best thing that's ever happened to me! Frank Jones: Look, this trailer is a health hazard and it's getting scrapped! Muscle Man: But you barely even looked at it! Frank Jones: I'm calling the dump! Benson: Wait! Muscle Man has twenty four hours from the time of notice to get his trailer up to code. It's the law! Frank Jones: Uh... (Sighs) I'll be back in 24 hours. And when you fail inspection, again, I'm taking your trailer! Muscle Man: Twenty four hours? Pssh. Probably only take me one. What am I gonna do with the other twenty three? Benson: Muscle Man, we need to see the inside of your trailer. Muscle Man: Sure, dudes. Mi casa es your house. Muscle Man: Pretty chill, right? Pops: (Noticing flies buzzing around a pan) Oh, my! Muscle Man: That's my breakfast nook. Skips: What the... Muscle Man: Sunroof, bro. Rigby: Dude, Muscle Man, what is that?! Muscle Man: Well, it used to be a bowl of chili. Now it's more of a house plant. Muscle Man: (Ashamed) Now you know how I live. I need help. Mordecai: Don't worry, dude. Rigby: There's no way we'll let the inspector take your trailer away. Pops: And if we all contribute, this caravan will be spick-and-span in no time. Muscle Man: Thanks, bros. LET'S DO THIS! Muscle Man (continued): I'll clean that up. Benson: I can't believe we actually did it. Rigby: Yeah, who knew under all that dirt and junk was a kinda decent mobile home? Pops: You're sure to pass the inspection now. Muscle Man: Thanks, guys. I couldn't have done it without you. I can't wait to see the look on that chump's face when he sees- Frank Jones: (Clapping) Mmm. Impressive. Muscle Man: Yeah. Sorry to disappoint you, but it looks like I'm keeping my trailer. Frank Jones: You guys really put a lot of work into this thing. Unfortunately, I still have to fail you. Muscle Man: What!? Frank Jones: Yeah, see? Take this shutter for example. Frank Jones (continued): Not up to code! Mordecai: Dude, what the heck!? Frank Jones: That window over there? (Assistant #2 shoots an arrow and shatters it) Not up to code! Frank Jones: Even this doorknob here. (Kicks it) Not up to CODE! This trailer is nothing but a pile. Muscle Man: You're not taking my trailer! Frank Jones: NO! (Wipes his nose) You get that one for free. Let's ride. (Heads back to the vehicle) I'm coming back for that trailer, and when I do, I'm bringing an army. You're gonna wish you'd never won that hotdog-eating contest! Muscle Man: (Twirls and throws his shirt) Whoo-hoo! Eat on that, health department! Benson: This is no time to celebrate. Didn't you hear that guy? He's bringing an army! Pops: How are we to stand up to those ruffians? Muscle Man: One thing I've learned from food-eating contests is: Even when you're at your limit and feel like you're gonna puke your guts out, you never give up! You threaten a man's home, you threaten the man! I don't care how many guys he brings, I'm standing up to that punk! You with me?! Muscle Man (continued): Good, cause I have a plan. (Calls Muscle Bro) You there, Muscle Bro? John: What's up, little brother? Muscle Man: I need your help. Bring the truck. Frank: (Calling his other men) Hey, listen up! Those punks think they can keep that trailer from me?! That trailer's mine! To the park!! Muscle Man: Trailer locked and loaded, bro? John: Locked and ready to go, bro. Muscle Man: Everybody here? Rigby: Everybody except Fives. Mordecai: Yeah, we should wait. Muscle Man: No time. Now you dudes should know this is gonna be dangerous. Ya wanna bail, I'll understand. (Thomas raises his hand) Muscle Man (continued): Yeah, Thomas? Thomas: Are we getting overtime for this? Benson: NO! Mordecai: Dude, it's not about overtime. (To Muscle Man) Muscle Man, I think I speak for everybody here when I say (Close up of his face) we're doing this cause we're your friends. Muscle Man: (Touched) Thanks, bros. Thomas: It's just that I don't know him that well, and... All (Except Muscle Man): THOMAS! Rigby: Dude, what do ya smell? Muscle Man: Danger. Positions! Frank Jones: Muscle Man, we have two paths. Down one, you hand over your trailer, we leave peacefully. The other leads to violence and horror. Muscle Man: You know who else leads to violence and horror?! MY MOM! Assistant: Uh, that's not one of our choices. Benson: Hey, you're the most persistent health inspector ever. Skips: We're not giving you the trailer. Frank Jones: Very well. Benson: (Via walkie talkie) Muscle Man, now! Frank Jones: Aaaah! They're taking the truck to the border! Stop that truck! Muscle Man: (Via walkie talkie) Looks like we've got a convoy going! Now remember, the inspector doesn't have any jurisdiction out of state. Guard the trailer, and once we cross the border, we'll be untouchable. Benson: Ten four! Rigby: Hey! M&R: Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm! Muscle Man: Yeah! Way to go, dudes! Muscle Man: (Via walkie talkie) Benson! Pops! Take care of the helicopter! Thomas: Grenades! Woah! Skips: (Via walkie talkie) We're out. B&P: Yeah! Yay! Pops: Carmenita! Benson: (Via walkie talkie) Muscle Man, we're out, too. Rigby: Eat cart, dumpheads! Mordecai: (Via walkie talkie) Sorry, dude. John: Not on my watch! Frank Jones: GIMME THAT TRAILER! Muscle Man: Muscle Bro! Muscle Man (continued): The border! Muscle Man (continued): What's your problem?! You're the most insane health inspector ever! Frank Jones: Health inspector? I'm no health inspector! Muscle Man: What? Frank Jones: You really don't remember, do you? I'm Frank Jones! Frank Jones: (Voice over) I was runner-up that day. Announcer: And Frank is out! Look at Mitch! Some kind of water technique. Frank Jones: Using water to mush your food is cheating! Muscle Man: It's totally (Pushes Frank away) legit! That's how Japan wins all the time! Frank Jones: THIS TRAILER IS MINE! Muscle Man: You want it so badly? You can (Pushes Frank to the door) have it! Frank Jones: No! Frank Jones (continued): The trailer! Frank Jones (continued): NOOOOOOOOOOOO! Muscle Man: Gotcha, bro. Mordecai: Sorry we couldn't save your trailer, Muscle Man. Pops: You can stay in the house until you find a new vehicle to live in. Muscle Man: Guys, it's cool. My trailer's still back at the park! Park Workers: What? Muscle Man: Fives has been guarding it this whole time. Muscle Man (continued): I needed everyone to believe we were driving to the border so the inspector would take the bait. And that punk totally fell for it! (Laughs) Rigby: Remind me to never touch Muscle Man's stuff. Muscle Man: Seriously, though. You guys really came through for me today. Thanks. John: Sorry I'm late. Did we get him? Muscle Man: Yeah. We got him, bro. John: Whooooo! (Hi fives Muscle Man) Way to go little brother. So, where's my truck?
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