1.  It's Oblong on a breakaway.
He shoots, he scores!Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
2.  Boys, do you mind?
I'm trying to work here.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
3.  Don't look at me. I'm just reading
Gigantic Ass magazine.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
4.  Biff, why can't you be more like your
brother and quietly read pornography?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
5.  I prefer to stay focused on the manliness
of sports.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
6.  Coach always says: heart, obedience,
motivation, opportunity.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
7.  - H-O-M-O.
- That spells "homo."Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
8.  You don't know how to spell.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
9.  Well, I guess I'd better get to work and
stuff these beauties in the suggestion box.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
10.  Dad, you've been doing that for 20 years.
Have they ever used one of your ideas?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
11.  Nope, not a one.
But they weren't as good as these:Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
12.  Midday karaoke break, stolen office
supply amnesty, payless Fridays.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
13.  Yep, today Bob Oblong begins his meteoric
rise to the top.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
14.  I hope you don't trade me
in for a trophy wife...Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
15.  with a full head of hair
and a functioning liver.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
16.  Not on your life, you bald Venus.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
17.  Morning, Mom, Dad.
I'm gonna skip breakfast.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
18.  I wanna get to school early and learn,
learn, learn.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
19.  You sure you're not gonna stop and play
video games?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
20.  Goodness no, Father.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
21.  Oh, by the way, can I have
all your quarters?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
22.  I lost a paternity suit.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
23.  Milo, be careful with those video games.
Addiction runs in the family.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
24.  You know your father's a chocoholic.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
25.  Hello, Gunther? I slipped again.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
26.  - Die, zombie!
- Kill the zombie!Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
27.  - Kill him!
- Yes! Direct hit!Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
28.  I'm almost at the highest level.
Somebody give me a quarter.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
29.  Sorry, I'm saving up for the new
Harlequin Romance...Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
30.  The Pirate and the Fat Housewife
with the High School Education.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
31.  I blew all mine on souvlakia.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
32.  No!Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
33.  Forget it, Milo. The game is a gyp.
This is but the blood of a donkey.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
34.  She-donkey.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
35.  Milo, in recognition of all the money
you've squandered here...Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
36.  - ... allow me to comp you a sports drink.
- Cool.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
37.  "Das Boost."Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
38.  Das good.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
39.  It's just sugar water, but daft buggers
like this spend a right bob on it.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
40.  Go back to France, you stupid Kraut.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
41.  Bob, eh? How much is that in quarters?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
42.  Ah, Oblong. Another batch of suggestions.
Good, it's a little chilly in here today.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
43.  The suggestion box empties into
the furnace?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
44.  You've single-handedly kept this factory
warm for over 20 years.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
45.  But I've been hoping for a promotion.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
46.  Oh, come on, Oblong.
You're from the valley...Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
47.  and there's large chunks
of you missing.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
48.  But, sir, this company should reward
hard work and initiative.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
49.  Great idea.
Pop that in the suggestion box.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
50.  Get your overpriced sugar water here!
Looks like pee, tastes like crap.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
51.  Maybe we shouldn't say,
"Tastes like crap."Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
52.  Milo, these days you need a slick marketing
campaign to succeed.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
53.  You don't sell the steak,
you sell the sizzle.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
54.  Please, not over the bowl.
But you're right.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
55.  We need a great name
and a catchy slogan.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
56.  How about "Supersonic Seltzer"?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
57.  Well, this batch is ruined.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
58.  Step right up, folks.
Don't panic, get Manic.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
59.  Easy, Milo. There's two pounds
of sugar in every bottle.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
60.  You're pretty hyper as it is.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
61.  Thanks for your concern, Helga,
but I think I know my limit.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
62.  Hey, sir, try some Manic.
It's the hot new energy drink.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
63.  When you're done, your wife can put
flowers in the bottle.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
64.  Not married?
Good-looking guy like you?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
65.  What do you say, want a bottle?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
66.  Think about it while I chew
on your antenna.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
67.  I'm sold.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
68.  Everyone loves Manic. I even sold a bottle
to Mrs. Conway, the diabetic...Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
69.  and a six-pack to the paramedics
who rushed her to the hospital.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
70.  I'm so proud of my little capitalist.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
71.  Hey, where are Biff and Chip?
The dog's eating their dinner.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
72.  They each drank some Manic and now they
can't stop jitterbugging.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
73.  Today in school I made a macaroni
pencil holder.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
74.  Maybe tomorrow you can make your daddy
a macaroni shattered-dreams holder.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
75.  Better yet, hollow out one of these peas so
I'll have some place to keep my dignity.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
76.  - So how was work today, sweetie?
- I found out my career is over.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
77.  I'll never be promoted.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
78.  Oh, baby, your day will come.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
79.  Here, Dad, some Manic will cheer you up.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
80.  Here, have some more.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
81.  Milo, you're gonna kill him.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
82.  Jeez, you're really working
fast there, Bob.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
83.  Just doing my dead-end job.
Tote that barge. Lift that bale.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
84.  Yes, sir, Mr. Klimer. Promotion?
No, sir, I don't truck with that.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
85.  I just wanna work for the man.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
86.  I see you're drinking one of those
new energy drinks.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
87.  - Mind if I try it?
- Go ahead. I've got a whole case.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
88.  Wow! Manic, huh?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
89.  The name alone makes me feel
full of pep and vitality.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
90.  Pep and vitality?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
91.  I've experienced pep,
and I've experienced vitality...Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
92.  but never have I experienced pep
and vitality.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
93.  - I like that.
- Can I try some?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
94.  - Wow, how about me?
- What's that?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
95.  - What happened?
- We're done.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
96.  We finished today's quota.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
97.  I heard a joyous refrain.
What the hell's wrong?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
98.  We've capped every bottle, sir.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
99.  We've turned out enough poison to kill
every living thing on the planet.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
100.  Sweet. Let's see those pantywaists
down in anthrax pull that off.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
101.  - And it's all thanks to Manic.
- Don't panic, get Manic!Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
102.  A sports drink did all this?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
103.  "Manic," brilliant name. Love the slogan.
Who makes this?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
104.  Well, I'll be an unwashed immigrant.
"An Oblong product."Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
105.  Oblong, you're a genius.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
106.  - What? Oh, no, sir. You see—
- I was wrong about you.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
107.  Maybe you have what it takes to rise above
the rest of these morons.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
108.  They're getting worse.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
109.  Sit down, Bob. Relax.
Here, have a cigar.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
110.  So, what is it you—?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
111.  Mrs. Halifax, you know the drill.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
112.  Bob, I'll get right to the point.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
113.  I want Manic for Globocide.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
114.  - Actually, sir, it's not really mine to give.
- You're a cunning negotiator, Bob.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
115.  Nads of steel. Tell you what I'll do...Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
116.  you give me Manic,
and I'll make you an executive.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
117.  An executive? With an office?
And responsibility?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
118.  And a weighted tape dispenser?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
119.  But you let me take credit
with the boys upstairs.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
120.  So, what do you say?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
121.  I say move over, Mrs. Halifax.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
122.  All right. Here we go, now.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
123.  Sweetie, you're getting your butt
in the gravy.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
124.  I'm just so excited. I'm white-collar.
I'll have to buy a whole new wardrobe.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
125.  How late does Baby Gap stay open?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
126.  This is so cool.
We're gonna be upper-lower class.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
127.  I'll be a magnet for poor chicks.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
128.  What a day! Dad gets promoted,
and I sell more Manic than ever.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
129.  That's right. You have a sports drink
called Manic.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
130.  Hey, you know, Globocide is coming out
with a sports drink called Manic.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
131.  Coincidence? I think not.
I mean, I think so.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
132.  - But that'll put me out of business.
- You don't need to sell Manic, son.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
133.  I'm quadrupling your allowance.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
134.  You can play video games until you're
a brain-dead meat puppet.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
135.  I love you, Dad!Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
136.  I always knew you'd succeed, dear.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
137.  And you did it the old-fashioned way,
with hard work and honesty.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
138.  - And honesty.
- You said "honesty" twice.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
139.  Well, I guess it's because you're
so honest.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
140.  - My honest Bob.
- I wonder if you could stop saying that.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
141.  Me, a valley guy, at the Hill Valley
Country Club. Who'd have thunk it?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
142.  By the way, you don't celebrate
that Yom Kippur, do you?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
143.  - No, sir. Why?
- Not important.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
144.  So, what's your handicap?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
145.  Well, I don't really think of it
as a handicap.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
146.  - I mean, what do you shoot?
- Oh. In the low thousands.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
147.  So, Oblong, where did you come up
with the idea for Manic?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
148.  You know, a little spitballing,
blue-skying—Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
149.  - That's a God-awful lie!
- What?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
150.  My ball. It bounced off
that groundskeeper's skull.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
151.  It's a terrible lie.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
152.  Dad, how could you steal my idea?
And what is up with those pants?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
153.  My God, I'm a monster.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
154.  Come now, we've all gotten used to it.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
155.  Fraud. Milo.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
156.  Idea thief.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
157.  I can't take it anymore, Pickles.
The truth must be told.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
158.  All right, all right! I'm the one
who farted and ruined Christmas.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
159.  Mr. Klimer, I have to talk to you.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
160.  Oblong. Just got the okay to start
manufacturing Manic.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
161.  I'm the new golden boy.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
162.  They named a sandwich after me
in the commissary.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
163.  That should be my son's sandwich.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
164.  Milo, I brought you here to set things
right. I stole your idea for Manic.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
165.  I'm sorry. I just wanted to be a success.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
166.  It's okay, Dad.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
167.  They think I created Manic.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
168.  Gentlemen, you've been summoned
by the board of directors.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
169.  Little boy, you created Manic?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
170.  Sir, this is all my fault.
Please don't blame my son.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
171.  Blame him? He may very well be
the Corporate Messiah.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
172.  - What now?
- The Corporate Messiah.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
173.  The founder of Globocide, J.P. Globo,
foretold that he would reincarnate...Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
174.  as a skillet-faced child and lead us
to record profits.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
175.  All this because of Manic?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
176.  It's nothing but sugar, Pixie Stix
and hummingbird food.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
177.  Exactly. People like Manic because
of the label, the name, the slogan.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
178.  You're a marketing genius.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
179.  A kid of Oblong's?
Don't make me laugh.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
180.  Because you're so funny, and charming
and sexy.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
181.  Shut up, Klimer.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
182.  My son, the Corporate Messiah?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
183.  Not so fast.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
184.  First he must prove himself
by passing the test.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
185.  Milo, stop fooling around
with the company mascot.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
186.  You have a test to take.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
187.  Which among these pens
was J.P. Globo's favorite?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
188.  This one.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
189.  I'm sorry. It was this one,
the third from the left.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
190.  No, wait. Look.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
191.  I told the maid a thousand times,
"Don't move the sacred objects."Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
192.  Hail, Milo. Hail, Milo. Hail, Milo.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
193.  Hail, Satan.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
194.  Sorry. Got swept up in the moment.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
195.  The Corporate Messiah?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
196.  It's true. He picked the pen, and he's
got the skillet head and everything.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
197.  If he thinks we'll treat him differently,
he can kiss our three-cheeked ass.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
198.  - Yeah, kiss it.
- Kiss it. Get him down there. Pucker up.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
199.  Boys, stop making
the Corporate Messiah kiss your ass.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
200.  Okay, whatever.
He's the Corporate Messiah.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
201.  - Let's go pick up dinner.
- It's not quite that simple, dear.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
202.  You see, they wanna groom Milo
to become CEO.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
203.  So they want him to live
at corporate headquarters.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
204.  What? He's just a little boy.
Our little boy.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
205.  I know, but Milo's got a chance
to actually make something of himself...Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
206.  unlike the rest of this family,
who are on a bullet train to Zeroville.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
207.  Which, of course, is the last stop
before Success Town.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
208.  - Bob, I don't want to give Milo away.
- We're not giving him away.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
209.  We're giving him a future.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
210.  What about it, son? You wanna make me
the proudest father in the whole world?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
211.  - Sure, Dad.
- Attaboy.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
212.  You're going to be a great man someday.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
213.  Now, go pack your rubber sheet
and let's go.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
214.  Milo, let me show you your new home.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
215.  - Wait, can't we hug him goodbye?
- Of course you can.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
216.  That's what the rubber arms are for.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
217.  - We'll miss you, bro.
- I'll miss you too.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
218.  - Kick his ass.
- Time to go.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
219.  - We love you, Milo.
- He can't hear you.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
220.  I think Milo's suffocating.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
221.  Oops, wig in the air duct.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
222.  - What are you doing?
- Clearing my trophy case...Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
223.  for Milo's future awards.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
224.  No big deal. All I had in there
was my half-punched ticket...Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
225.  from the Dairy Queen Sundae Club.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
226.  If they hadn't closed, you would've
had that free topping.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
227.  Yeah, but enough of my triumphs.
It's Milo's day in the sun.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
228.  - Prepare to get soaked.
- Yeah, super soaked.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
229.  I must have done something to deserve this.
I accept my punishment with quiet dignity.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
230.  - You're doing it wrong.
- Milo always fights back.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
231.  Hey, let's go soak Grammy,
at least she gurgles and moans.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
232.  I miss Milo.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
233.  You push a head that big out your
birth canal, you're changed for life.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
234.  I miss the little diablo too,
but we're doing what's best for him.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
235.  You're just making it harder on yourself.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
236.  Let's get on with the lesson.
Stop fidgeting.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
237.  - You're a CEO.
- I'm a CEO with ADD.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
238.  Your plant leaked mustard gas
into the community...Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
239.  and Mike Wallace is outside
your door.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
240.  Do you A, close the plant,
B, launch an investigation...Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
241.  - ... or C, blame it on the foreign guy?
- I wanna play with my friends.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
242.  Not allowed.
You'll play with Reynolds from Accounting.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
243.  - He's under direct orders to be a hoot.
- Hey there, young fella.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
244.  - You wanna toss cards into a hat?
- I wanna play chariot race.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
245.  Now I wanna play Ontor.
You're the evil Vartex.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
246.  I must atomize your z-rays.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
247.  My crusty old nipple!Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
248.  That's enough. Reynolds has another
play date in Sector D.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
249.  Visitor for the Corporate Messiah.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
250.  - Mom!
- Hi, sweetie.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
251.  - How's everything going?
- Capital. Bullish. In the black.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
252.  - Milo, are you happy here?
- Sure.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
253.  - I mean, Dad's proud of me, right?
- He's always been proud of you.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
254.  Even when I locked him
in that guitar case?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
255.  Hey, he got to go to Farm Aid,
didn't he?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
256.  Well, I'm gonna make it up to him.
As soon as I'm CEO, I'm giving Dad...Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
257.  - ... that promotion he's always wanted.
- Time's up.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
258.  Milo's due at the big stockholder meeting
to kick off the worldwide launch of Manic.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
259.  You'll have a blast, Milo.
There'll be an omelet station.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
260.  Bye, Mom.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
261.  Bob, we have to talk.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
262.  Pickles. Just in time. The inaugural batch
of Manic is coming off the assembly line...Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
263.  and all thanks to our son.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
264.  Bob, this was a big mistake. He's a boy.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
265.  He should be out doing the things he loves,
arguing with the mailbox, eating hair.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
266.  You can't get to the top without making
some sacrifices.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
267.  Don't you get it, Bob?
He's living your dream, not his.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
268.  That's a big, fat fib.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
269.  Everybody cut, everybody cutCopy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
270.  Cut loose
FootlooseCopy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
271.  Kick off your Sunday shoesCopy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
272.  - What's going on?
- New company policy...Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
273.  midday karaoke break.
I'm fixing to rap.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
274.  That was my suggestion,
but it got burned up.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
275.  How did they know?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
276.  Good Lord, Pickles, you're right.
He is doing all this for me.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
277.  How could I have been
such a fiddly, faddily fool?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
278.  - Excuse the string of F-words.
- So, what do we do?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
279.  Pickles, I want you to go home and move
my pottery wheel out of Milo's room.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
280.  - I'm bringing our boy home.
- Yes! My baby's coming home.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
281.  And no more lopsided salad bowls.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
282.  I've changed my mind.
I want my son back.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
283.  Too late. You signed him over to us,
my burrito-shaped friend.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
284.  Oh, Lord, what have I done?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
285.  - Your presence is not welcome here.
- Activating ejection system.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
286.  You haven't heard the last of this!Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
287.  Thank you.
James, they won't give Milo back.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
288.  If only I could convince them he's not
a marketing whiz.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
289.  Not now, Bob, we've got trouble.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
290.  Why is everyone acting so hinky?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
291.  I thought it was because Roland
was singing Hall and Oates...Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
292.  - ... but it's the Manic.
- The Manic?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
293.  The new stuff coming off the line doesn't
work like it's supposed to.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
294.  We've all lost that happy feeling.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
295.  But it's the same sugar water Milo
was making, only in different bottles.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
296.  What could be different?
Aside from the bottles, of course.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
297.  - Do you think it's the bottles?
- Do I think what's the bottles?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
298.  - What's different.
- That's what we're trying to figure out.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
299.  Gadzooks! Maybe it has something to do
with the bottles.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
300.  Kids, you've got to tell me where Milo
got the bottles for Manic.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
301.  Sorry, that's confidential information
for members only.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
302.  Fine, I'll become a member.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
303.  First, you must go through
the traditional initiation.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
304.  Careful, I walk with that.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
305.  Morphine? So you cleaned these bottles
out and filled them with Manic?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
306.  Exactly, except for the cleaning out part.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
307.  Do you realize what this means?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
308.  Milo's not a marketing genius,
He's a drug pusher.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
309.  And so, as we prepare to sell this
overpriced belly wash...Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
310.  - ... to the gullible of many lands—
- Stop! Stop!Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
311.  I'm coming!Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
312.  Listen to me.
No one is going to buy Manic.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
313.  People only liked it because the original
batch was full of morphine.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
314.  No problem, we'll just add morphine.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
315.  Never mind.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
316.  Now, for your entertainment, the comedy
stylings of Reynolds from Accounting.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
317.  So—Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
318.  Then the boy's not a marketing genius?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
319.  Nope, I'm just a plain old
marginally disturbed kid.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
320.  Great. Now what do we do with him?Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
321.  I have a suggestion. You could tear up
his contract and return him to his family.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
322.  Capital idea. If only we had a way
to get more suggestions like that.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
323.  - You could put up a suggestion box.
- I like it.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
324.  Let's keep an eye on him.
He's a comer.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
325.  - Did you catch his name?
- Yep, it was Phil Dorchester.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
326.  No, it's Bob Oblong.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
327.  Oh, well, I'm sure they heard me.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
328.  Dad, I hope I do as well as you when I get
into the business world.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
329.  Thanks, son.Copy !req 
			
		
	
		
			
330.  Morphine. What a rascal.Copy !req