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hwp Justin, are you ready for the talent show?
Mom, I pity the fool who aint
ready for the talent show.
Wasnt that... something?
A round of applause for Jen.
Now weve all-
The Vista Avenue Elementary School-
Hey, Jen.
You were way cool out there.
Radical. Thanks.
Ooh, I got you something.
- Oh, my God. You got me-
- Garbage Pail Kids Series TwoJellyJenny.
- Y-You dont have it, do you?
- Yeah, I do.
Psych!
Jen!
This goobers buying you
Garbage Pail Kids?
- Yeah.
- Well, thats real cool, Schumacher.
I got you something too.
It was wicked expensive.
- I cant accept this.
- Dont be such a spaz.
Come here.
Ill put it on ya.
Its real gold too.
So, do I get a thank-you kiss?
Thats it?
Bogus!
- What happened with Jen?
- "Kip-napped. "
All you gotta do is
dog him on the dance floor.
Turn that Pound Puppy
into a little bitch.
I dont know, you guys.
According to my calculations...
we only have 36% chance
of beating Kips group.
Well, did you factor in
my special move?
- What you talkin about, Willis?
- Coffee grind and a head spin...
freeze, switch...
and pop into a backflip.
Are you wack?
Youll kill yourself out there!
- Im not lettin Kip humiliate me in front of-
- Justin?
Ooh!
Kip thinks he can
buy his way into my bra.
I wanted you to have this.
- Oh.
- Its my good luck charm.
I feel lucky already.
I dont know what youre doin
after the show, but-
I dont know- do you wanna come over
and maybe watch Blue Lagoon?
We have it on Beta-
max.
Break a leg, Justin.
- Ill see you after the show?
- Thatd be smurfy.
Hey, Romeo, man, we up next.
Hello? McFly?
Marty.
Marty. Hurry up.
Justins on.
- Oh. Oh.
- Jesus. Jesus.
Now, two break-dancing crews will have a battle.
Please welcome the Funky Fresh Boyz
and the Groundbreakers!
- Lets see what you got, Kip.
- Lets see what you got.
- Put it on the floor.
- Its on the floor. Youre steppin on it.
- And Im dancin on it.
- Justin!
AppleJack 2012.
Prince Def Rock.
Chilly Chill.
P- P-Popcorn.
Rocket Shoe.
Funky Fresh Boyz. F.F.B.!
Go, Kip!
Ooh!
Justin, dont do it!
Justin!
- Justin!
- Justin!
- Justin? Justin?
- Justin?
- Justin.
- Justin.
He did the move.
Nice play, Shakespeare.
Someone call somebody!
- All right. Slow down.
- Ive got it covered.
- Okay. Good. Happy birthday, kid.
- Okay.
Jesus.
I got 20 years
of blisters on my ass.
- Here we go.
- Just put a smile on your face.
Happy birthday!
- Blow out your candles.
- Sylvie.
You do this every year.
Never works!
- Why are you so negative?
- Im not negative.
Oh, my God. Marty.
- Yeah?
- Marty!
Whoa!
Fire, fire, fire!
Fire, fire, fire!
Mr. and Mrs. Schumacher?
Hi, Dr. Fry.
We have to talk.
Justins been on unpaid life support
for the last 16 weeks.
I just put 16 checks in
the mail this morning. So-
I understand how difficult it is
to make payments of this magnitude.
Shit, Im still paying
for that damn Ferrari.
But, unfortunately, this hospital
cant afford to foot the bill for Justins care.
So, wait a minute. Are you-
Are you gonna unplug him?
Justin hasnt made
any progress in 20 years.
And the chances of him reviving
are less than one percent.
Maybe its time...
to give your son and yourself...
some peace.
Does anybody else smell burnt cake?
Okay. Could you-
Could you just give us a minute?
Yeah. Thank you.
Justin?
Its Dada.
Were gonna unplug you now.
No more electricity.
And, Justin...
just know that your mom and dad
love you very much.
Its a shame we gotta do this
on his birthday, but...
lets get those papers
signed, all right?
Come on.
- Oh, Marty.
- Honey, its sad.
But the kids a vegetable.
I know. Im gonna miss that little turnip.
- Honey, my ass.
- Huh?
Oh. Strawberry.
Hey, we got the 80s flashback
block comin at you right now...
with a little tune called "Rockit"
from Mr. Herbie Hancock.
What? Where?
Huh? PONG.
Feet must be asleep.
- Justin?
- Hi, Mom.
Justin!
Okay. Were okay.
Welcome home, Son!
We should have paid for
that coma physical therapy thing.
Doctor said he needed it.
No, thats just the doctors
trying to rip us off for more money.
- Justins fine.
- Dad.
Oh, Justin!
Justin. Hey, watch your legs.
Here we go. Here we go.
Thats it. Up we go.
Oh. We got ya. Okay.
- Youre okay.
- Wow.
- Okay.
- Gettin a little heavy there.
There we go.
Oh, big step.
- Up. Thats a boy.
- Okay. Okay.
Weebles wobble,
but they dont fall down, right, Dad?
- Thats my boy. Oh.
- Oh.
- You should catch him.
- The neighbors. Crap. Thisll be on YouTube in an hour.
