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| - Uncle Grandpa: This place is got the best spaghetti in town! (grabs the spaghetti with his fork and slurps it and he stopped from his shoe from slurping the spaghetti) Pizza Steve: (taste the ice cream) Hmm... Needs more hawminarrow sauce. (grabs the sauce, sprinkles the ice cream with sauce and tips his sunglasses while looking at the ice cream) Oooooo! That's nice. Mr. Gus: Only you guys can go to a seafood restaurant and not eat seafood. So weird. Waitress: Yarr. Here B.E. check. (puts the check on the table) Shiver me timbers. Mr. Gus: Thanks. Waitress: Yarr welcome. (walks away) Mr. Gus: (grabs the check and reads it) How do you guys want us to get the check? Pizza Steve: Sorry, man. My money's all tied up in the Styde Market. Mr. Gus: Hmm... Can't seem to find my wallet. Pizza Steve: Oh, yeah. You left it in your back pocket. (hands the wallet to Mr. Gus) But, just so you know, it was empty when I found it. Uncle Grandpa: I'll take care of the bill. Belly Bag, can you please hand me my penny pouch? Belly Bag: Sorry, Uncle Grandpa. But, you left it in your other body. Mr. Gus: Sounds like we'll have to wash dishes to pay for this meal. Pizza Steve: No way! Pizza Steve can't dirty his hands with greasy foods. It's bad for my health. Mr. Gus: (with burned face and burned eyes, he covered his eyes) Well, then how else do you propose we pay for this bill? Uncle Grandpa: Mr. Gus is right. We have to... (sniffs) ...wash dishes. (looks down and he looks at the hidden map) Holtomato! What's this? Could it be? Aaaaah. (moves the plate) I can't believe it! (grabs and sees the map) Do you guys know what this is? Mr. Gus: (with spaghetti and meatballs on his face) Uh-huh. (wipes his face) That's a children's activity placemat. Uncle Grandpa: Exactly. It's a treasure map. This is the answer to all our problems. We can follow it and pay for our meal! Pizza Steve: (pours the sauce on his cup) We'll have enough money to hire people to wash dishes for us. (drinks the sauce) WHOOOOOOOOOO!!! WE'RE RICH!! Uncle Grandpa: Waitress, 3 of your finest shovels, please. Mr. Gus: Seriously? We can't just have one normal night. Does everything always have to get weird? Uncle Grandpa: Let's start diggin' our path from under the table. Uncle Grandpa: Just tell the waitress we went to the bathroom. Treasure! (goes under the table) Pizza Steve: Come on, Mr. Gus. We're gonna need your help carryin' all the heavy treasures. (goes under the table) Mr. Gus: Stop givin' me that look. I won't be gone for long. (goes under the table) And don't touch my fish. Mr. Gus: I'm telling you, guys. It's just an activity placemat. You're diggin' for no reason. (got sprayed by the dirt by Pizza Steve) Guh! Everyone's gonna think we're being weird. Belly Bag: What's your beef with being weird, Mr. Gus? It's who we are. Uncle Grandpa: Come on, Mr. Gus. Treasure! Pizza Steve: Last one in is a Mr. Gus. (goes inside the hole) Mr. Gus: That don't make any sense. I am the last one in. (goes inside the hole) Mr. Gus: Uncle Grandpa. (got sprayed by dirt) Maybe we should try somethin'... (got sprayed by dirt) ...more practical... (got sprayed by dirt) ...instead of this nonsense? Uncle Grandpa: (stops digging) More practical. (thinks) You're right, Mr. Gus! (goes to Pizza Steve) Pizza Steve, if you please. Mr. Gus: What are you guys doin'? Uncle Grandpa: Ha-ha! Just like the map says! (looks at the map and looks at Rootbeer River) Rootbeer River. (puts the map down) Mr. Gus: (smells) Doesn't smell like root beer. Uncle Grandpa: Whoooo! (jumps in the root beer river and splashes) Really, Mr. Gus? Feels like root beer to me. (laying on the river and giggles) Pizza Steve: Taste like root beer, too. Belly Bag: (slurps the root beer with a straw) Come on, Mr. Gus! Try it out! Mr. Gus: (looks at the tire and the broken TV floating on the root beer) I don't know, guys. This definitely looks like a sewer to me. Uncle Grandpa: Mr. Gus, we don't have time to argue. We have a treasure to find! Now hop aboard the root beer float. Mr. Gus: (sighs) Fine. Uncle Grandpa: Onward to Captain Blowhole's Secret Hideout! Uncle Grandpa: Wheeeeeeeee! Uncle Grandpa: Ha-ha! Well, what do you know? We're right on track, guys. (looks at Fishlantis on the map) The Lost City of Fishlantis. (puts down the map) Mr. Gus: Uh, you know, we're in the subway. (got sprayed by dirt from up there) What the? (got sprayed by dirt) Uncle Grandpa: What are you doing down there, Mr. Gus? The secret treasure is this way. Mr. Gus: But, but, what? Pizza Steve: Last one up is a grumpy dinosaur. Uncle Grandpa: Wow, guys. (looks at Laser Light Show on the map) We found Captain Blowhole's Underwater Laser Light Show! Mr. Gus: (puts his hands on his face and his hand goes down from his face) You gotta be kiddin' me. Uncle Grandpa: Whoo-hoo! Pizza Steve: Yeah, bro! Uncle Grandpa: Come on, Pizza Steve! Touch every laser! Mr. Gus: Okay, guys! That's enough! Pizza Steve: Oh, snap! Do you guys hear that? That is my JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM! (dancing) Belly Bag: Fog machine? (coughing) My favorite! Mr. Gus: (coughing and got tears) That's tear gas. Pizza Steve: (danced Mr. Gus) What's wrong, Mr. Gus? Afraid a lot dance you? Oh, wait. I already have. Police Officer: This is the police! We have you surrounded! Come out, put your hands in the air! Uncle Grandpa: What'd he say? Pizza Steve: Put your hands in the air! Uncle Grandpa: Whoo-hoo! Waitress: Your friends still in the bathroom? (pours water on the glass) Waitress: You sure I can't get you anything else? Waitress: Not even a steak smoothie? Uncle Grandpa: Boy, guys. That light show sure was crazy. Mr. Gus: Okay, guys. I've had enough fun for one day! Can we please head back and just wash dishes to pay our bill?! Uncle Grandpa: But, Mr. Gus! We're so close! Let me show you on the trusty dusty map. (grabs the map and saw something important in the map) Wait a second. Something is wrong with this map. Mr. Gus: That's what I've been tryin' to tell you, U--! Uncle Grandpa: (touched Mr. Gus' mouth) Wait, Mr. Gus. Just one second. (flips the map) There we go! So according to the map, the treasure is about 300 feet down. To the left, we'll pass the Shrimp Dilly Willy Room, then through Davy Jone's Lobster Locker and before you know it, we'll be on the treasure. Mr. Gus: (grabs the map) Gimme that! I keep tellin' you, this is not a map!! It's a stupid children's activity placemat!!! Uncle Grandpa: But.....but... Mr. Gus: NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! (rips the map) IT'S NOT A TREASURE MAP!!! Uncle Grandpa: (saw the map ripped apart and holds Pizza Steve) Stand back, Pizza Steve. Mr. Gus: (stomps the ripped map hardly) Stupid placemat for kid!! Uncle Grandpa: Oh, no! What are we gonna do without map? Uncle Grandpa: Well, nice work, Mr. Gus! Now, how are we gonna get to the treasure?
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