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- Hey, sarge, got you
a chimichanga if you want it.

- Thanks!
Sombrero's?

Thought you were
a Pepeberto's man.

- I was.
I went by there earlier,

and they were closed.

Sign said,
"Return at 5:00."

You know what time
it was?

5:08.
- Ooh!

- So, they're dead to me.

From now on,
I will be bringing

my chimichanga business to
the fine folks at Sombrero's.

- This isn't a chimichanga.
This is a burrito.

- Is the whole world
incompetent?

- You ready for another?

- No.

Yeah.

- Well, that thing
is lacking

in systems engineering
competency.

Why don't we just
get that thing fixed?

- I tried everything--
new washer, new pump.

It's as fixed
as it's gonna get.

The thing is cursed.

- Well, that makes sense.

I mean, Bill's aunt
isburied underneath the bar.

No? Tch!
Beth, you lied to me?

- So, uh, you sort of
a handyman, hey, Fred?

- I do what I can
to help out around here.

I'm very handsy.

- Ooh. No. Try again.

- I just mean I'm--
I'm good at the hand stuff.

- Oh, much better.

- Anyway, who cares
if it's slow?

We use this time reflectively.

Rosie,
word of the day, please.

- Word of the day
is "fungible." Guesses?

- Fungible:
open to fun or merriment.

"Hey, James, you wanna
hang out tonight?"

"Yeah, I'm fungible.
I'm fungible as hell!"

- Fungible: the fur-covered
jaw of a dog.

Used in a sentence:
Rexy likes it

when I scratch him
on his fungible.

- All good guesses,
but no.

It's a legal term
that means

able to replace or be
replaced by another item.

- Oh, I get it.
Like Bill is totally fungible.

We could just switch him out

with a large carton
of whole milk,

and no one would even notice.

- Yeah. That makes sense
to me now.

- I'm glad that your
vocabularies are expanding,

but that was mean.

- "Abby's" is filmed in front
of a live, outdoor audience.

- Whoa, wait a minute.
Who's this?

- This is Cory. He's here
to fix the soda gun.

- Bill, I know
this is your property,

but you can't just waltz
in here with Cory

and expect me
to be cool with it.

- I'm paying.
- Then I'm cool with it.

Go nuts, Cory.

- I wish you
the best of luck, sir.

You'll find that soda gun
a tricky mistress.

It'll lure you in,

and just when you think
you got a handle--

- Done.

- What?

- Ah, it's fixed.
I'm done.

- I was mid-metaphor.

- Seriously?
Let me see.

- Oh, my God.
My life just got 60% better.

I am feeling very amorous
towards you, sir.

- Look at you,
crazy soda gun wizard.

- Yeah. Impressive.

- That is amazing, Cory.
What do we owe ya?

- Don't even worry about it.
Just, uh, gimme a call

if you ever need anything...
else.

- Look at that.
It's a, uh, fridge magnet

in the shape of a truck.
How clever.

- Actually, would you mind
taking a look

at my storage cooler?
It's been making

a hissing noise,
and it's either totally fine,

or it's gonna kill us all.

- Sure thing.
- Okay, great!

- You know, in some cultures,
when a man gives you a magnet,

you get to have sex
with him.

- So I been working on
an emergency plan for the bar.

- Oh, good.

Whoa-ho!

That is a lot.
- Yeah. You told Abby

to come up with one,
and she delegated to me

because I'm very smart
and very scared of everything.

In here, there's a section for
every conceivable emergency.

You got earthquakes,
fires, tsunami.

When you say good-bye
to somebody,

and then y'all both
walk off in the same direction.

- This is insane.
In an emergency,

what's the one thing
you don't have?

- A woman to love me?

Why would you bring
that up, Rosie?

- Time. You gotta make
a plan

that's quick
and easy to look at,

like one sheet of paper
we can hang up.

- One sheet of paper?
Did the Founding Fathers

put the "Declaration of
Independence"

on one sheet of paper?

- Famously, yes.

- Fred, you want another?

- Uh, no, thanks.

Think I need to
go watch some bocce.

Teresa's playing
her ex-husband

for their Golden Retriever.

Should be exciting.

And deeply sad.

- He seem a little off to you?

I mean, he just
turned down a drink.

- Yeah,
even I noticed it,

and I don't notice
anyone's feelings.

Thank God they go
right over my head.

- Okay, guys, I wanna huddle,
but I don't want it

to look like we're huddling,
so...soft huddle.

I think Fred may be upset
about something.

- Why do you think that?
- Let me put it in a way

that you could understand--
Fred turning down a drink

is like you turning down
a free protractor.

- Okay, but like a cheap one
or like a good metal one?

- James, can you see if he's
actually paying attention

to the bocce game
or if he's just

looking at the leaves
rustle in the trees?

- He's just watching
the leaves rustle.

- Okay, nobody panic.
Let's just figure out

what's bumming him out.

The checklist, Rosie.

- So we've got things
that upset Fred

broken down into
three categories--

Fred Versus Man,
Fred Versus Nature,

Fred Versus Himself.

- Fred Versus Nature?
What's that?

- Oh, that's just stuff
like, "It's too humid,"

or, "It's not humid
enough!"

It's mostly just problems
with humidity.

- He's super-sensitive
to moisture.

- Oh, it could be
Fred Versus Man.

Did the Padres lose?

- Oh, they won.
- Okay, but won how?

Convincingly? Did they over-use
their middle relievers?

- He hates that!

- I don't...
Look, I was proud of myself

for just knowing
they won, okay?

- He's--he's coming!
Okay!

Everyone be cool!

- Can I get a beer?
- Oh, sure.

- Yeah!
Enjoy a cold one.

- That's what this place
is for!

- That's what we do here,
we drink beers, buddy.

- There you go!

- Okay.

- When was the last time
you saw Fred drink a beer

after 9:00? Didn't he already
switch to Jack and coke?

- Yeah. And you would think
with the new soda gun--

- Oh! The soda gun.

He's mad because we hired
the guy to fix the soda gun.

- Good old-fashioned case
of Fred Versus Man.

Or...or is this
Fred Versus Himself?

Some deep stuff
goin' on here.

.

- All right,
so Fred's in a funk.

He's feeling bad about Cory
fixing the soda gun

that he could never fix.

- Oh, poor Fred.
You think he was also upset

that Cory and I had
so much sexual chemistry?

- Yeah, probably.

- We gotta do something.
Sad Fred makes me sad.

It's contagious.
It brings down the whole bar!

Look at Skip.
He's a wreck!

- All right, okay,
well, let's cheer him up.

Ideas?
- I know.

We could get him a rabbit.

- Weird first thought.
Where did thatcome from?

Do you want a rabbit,

or do you have a rabbit
you wanna get rid of?

- Here's a crazy suggestion.
What if one of us

went over there...
and talked to him?

- With their mouth?

Are you insane? Fred doesn't
talk about his feelings.

- Once, in a moment
of weakness,

he said he felt "chilly,"
and then immediately

made us promise
to never speak of it again.

- All right, let's just run
the "Cheer Fred Up" playbook.

Bill, go put on "Rich Girl"
on the jukebox.

It's his third favorite song.
It'll put him in a good mood.

- He loves songs about
women doing well financially.

- And James, you go suggest
a game of dominoes.

- Right. Then I'll let him win.
- You won't have to,

because you've never,
ever won.

- And I won't start now.

We're on the same page,
Abby.

- Okay, and finally,
Fred's always complaining

about dimness, so we'll turn
the lights up a little bit.

- And if none of that works,
then I'll call the pet store.

- James, no!
- I'm sorry!

I couldn't remember
where we landed

on the rabbit idea.
Are we pro, con?

We're con?
We're con?

Are we sure?

- Fred hates dimness.

Someone's gotta
bite the bullet.

- Does this help?
It says here,

"After a fatal electrocution,
the body typically presents

"as black or gray,
and the eyeballs

may be jellied
or missing all together."

- Thanks, James.
Cool tip.

Okay, get back in there.

Come on. You got this.

- Yeah.

Oh, my God, Beth,
that was so scary!

- Hey! Shh, it's okay.

It's okay, now.
You did it!

You plugged in that thing!

- Ah, excuse me,
I'm so sorry.

Do you think
that I could go first?

We sort of have a plan
unfolding here.

- Yeah. The plan is
I'm gonna put on Sade

and go make out with Ted.

- Oh.

Ah...here's the thing.
Um,

I never really get to be
part of the plan, you know,

so this is a very big
deal for me.

When I was a child,
we moved around a lot--

- Angie, let him play his song.

We both know you're gonna
make out with Ted either way.

Thank you.

- Oh! Ha. Hey, Fred,
what's goin' on?

- Not much.
Bocce got a little ugly.

Teresa lost the dog,

and she went double
or nothing for their kids.

- Uh...you know it's been
a long time

since we played a game
of dominoes.

- Really?
No reaction at all

to people betting
their human children?

- I can't take that on
right now.

- Anything?
- I can't tell.

Oh, here comes James.

Without Fred.
What happened?

- He didn't feel like playing.
And it gets worse.

He said he was gonna go smoke
a cigarette in his car.

- Oh, dear God, he's trying
to fast-track emphysema.

- Yeah. Rabbit idea ain't
looking so stupid now, is it?

- So what happens now?
- All right, let's take stock.

Fred's mad 'cause he couldn't
fix the soda gun,

and someone else could.
Once again,

we have underestimated
the fragility of the male ego.

Since we've exhausted
all the other options,

I think it's time
to pull out the big gun.

I say we give him The Token.

- Ooh!
- Whoa.

- The Token?
- What's The Token?

- The Token is the stuff
of legend, Bill.

It dates back to 2015.

- It was the second round
of the Farmers Insurance Open.

Phil Mickelson had just
come off the green

of Torrey Pines number 8.

- His ball marker slipped
right out his pocket.

I grabbed it.

- Okay.

So The Token,
this magical talisman

that's gonna solve
all of our problems,

is actually a piece of plastic
that James stole from a golfer.

- Yes. But more importantly,

The Token
bestows upon the holder

a special privilege
here at Abby's--one week

of unlimited free drinks.
- Unlimited drinks?

That sounds like
a lawsuit waiting to happen.

Somebody should take this Token
and throw it in the trash.

- Shut your dirty mouth, Bill.

- Listen, no matter how upset
Fred is about the soda gun,

his two favorite words,
"free" and "drinks"

will smooth things over.
- Receiving The Token

is a rare honor--only been
used a couple times.

Skip got it when he was
acquitted of manslaughter.

- My man did it, though.

He did it.

- What is so important,

and what is all this talk
of a rabbit?

- Come sit over here,
Fred.

- Why?
- No reason.

No reason at all.

Let the ceremony begin.

"Inside this box
is an object of such power

"that to touch it
with bare hands

would bring disrespect
to all we hold dear."

- Is this still that piece
of plastic garbage

you mentioned earlier?
- Shh!

The ceremony.
- "It goes by many names--

"The Coin of Consumption,

"The Boozer's Doubloon,

"The Fun-Time Dime
of Torrey Pines.

"Whosoever holds this Token,
if she or he be worthy,

"shall possess the power
of seven full days

of free imbibu-malation."

God, how drunk were we
when we wrote this?

- Like a seven?

- "We present to you now,
Fred,

"the sacred treasure
of infinite joy and beverages,

"and, as we pass unto you
this Token,

"we begin, as we must, the most
holy blessing of The Token.

"Our Token,
who art in Abby's,

"drinking be thy game.

"Your will be done,

"because drinking is fun.

"Also, if Phil Mickelson
ever shows up,

everyone pretend
this never happened."

- What are you doing? Why
are you giving me The Token?

- Well, we noticed
you were having a bad night,

and we wanted to cheer you up.

- I'm not having a bad--

There's no reason
to give me The Token.

- Whoa! Hey, Fred,
what are you doing?

You don't walk away
from The Token.

- Yeah, I can.
I don't want it.

Now, put the white gloves
back on

and put it back properly.

- Fred, take The Tok--
- I don't want--

- Oh, my God! It fell.

Abby, I'm not wearing the
gloves, so I can't touch it.

Is it okay?

- James, it's a piece
of plastic

that dropped 3 feet
onto the grass--it's fine.

- It touched the ground?!

Now the gnomes
are gonna get us.

Well, that's the legend.
That's--

That's what we wrote!

- Maybe we were closer
to a ten.

.

- Fred, what the hell?
Why would you do that?

- That was an accident. But I
don't like being patronized.

I'm not a child who needs to be
coddled with some cheap bribe.

- Cheap?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- The Token is scared!

What?
I'm gonna have to start

saying stuff like that
eventually.

This is basically
like a cult I've joined.

- I'm going back to my car.
- Fred, come on.

No, you're not leaving
like this.

- Yes, I am.
- No, you're not.

- Abby, what are you do--
I got 100 pounds on you.

Oh, my God!
You're freakishly strong!

Let go!
- No!

You let go of whatever
you're mad about!

- You let go
of my actual body.

- Metaphorical
letting go first.

That's a rule
I just decided on.

- We got an emergency.

I'm gonna find my binder
and look up fi--

I'm having a panic attack.

Somebody else get the binder
and look up panic attack.

- Abby, will you just
let me be?

- No!

- I'm so sorry.
It's The Token.

- This is all my fault.

Leave us.

I said leave us!

- I feel bad for Fred
feeling all fungible.

Able to be easily replaced?

We learned it two hours ago!
This is untenable!

Oh, untenable?
Last Wednesday's word?

Damn you people!

- I don't get it.
Why is he freaking out so much

about now being
the bar's plumber?

- Oh, wait.
I think I might know.

- Are you gonna tell me

or just brag about
how smart you are?

- It's not that Fred
just wants to be useful

here at the bar.

It's that he wants to
be useful to you.

- What do you mean?

- Okay.
For six straight years,

every day, I put toothpaste
on my kid's toothbrush.

Then one day,
he comes downstairs

with his teeth
already brushed.

Did it all by himself.

He didn't need me
anymore.

It was like a knife
in my heart.

I cried the whole day.

- Really?

- No. Pfft.

I mean, Ididn't.
I'm dead inside.

It's my friend Lisa's story.
She's weak.

But you see the point, right?

You know, you let someone
do what he normally does--

you made him feel like
you don't need him.

Fred knows what a crappy
dad you got,

and, you know, he shows his
love by looking out for you.

You're the closest thing
to a daughter

he's ever gonna have.

- Hey, Abby.

I've assessed the damage
done to The Token,

and now I'll start the delicate
process of restoration.

- You know,
I hate to be a hard-ass,

but you should really
have the gloves on

when you touch that.

- Oh, jeez, Fred,

you didn't wanna crack a
window, let the smoke out?

- No. I paid good money
for this smoke.

- I really want you
to have this.

- I told you,
I don't want that.

- I'm just--I'm doing a thing.
Play along--open the box.

- Mmm! What am I supposed
to do with this?

- Whatever you want.
Throw it away.

I don't care.
I don't need Cory.

I've got you.
- Hmm.

Thought he was
a soda gun wizard.

- Well, he's fine,
but he's no Fred.

- Hmm.

I remember the first
thing I fixed for you.

It was your bike wheel.
You were eight years old.

Do you remember that?

I didn't know what
I was doing,

but I winged it,
and it worked.

- Yeah, I remember.

I mean,
it absolutely did not work.

You know that, right?
The chain fell off,

and I went head first
over the handlebars.

I still have a scar.

- Hmm.

- But it was nice
to have somebody around

who actually cared.

- Well, I still do.
- I know.

And believe me,
I need you around.

I just wolfed down
that burrito you brought me.

It was the first food
I'd had all day.

So thank you.
- Yeah. Supposed to be

a chimichanga, but...
whatever.

Happy to help.

Now, something
I wanna bring up with you--

how well do you know
your neighbors?

'Cause I am pretty sure
I just watched

somebody dig what looked
like a shallow grave.

- Yeah.
They breed guinea pigs,

and a lot of them
don't work out.

- Oh.

We should go inside.

.

- Abs?

How 'bout a Jack and Coke?

- Jack and Coke
comin' right up.

- Hey, there's my guy.

Mmm...that takes me back.

- Beth, you smoked?
- Yeah. Quit right after

the twins were born.

- Hey, uh,
point of order.

I know I didn't actually
physically accept The Token,

but it just seems like
under the circumstances--

- Ooh, Fred, that was
a limited-time offer.

You know that--you were
secretary of the Token Council.

- A council?
That is ridiculous.

But also,
is that an elected position?

- Ab, we both know
The Token Covenant

is a living document.
- No can do, Fred.

But I will give you

this one for free.
- Yay.

- This stool
is kinda wobbly.

Maybe I should call
hot Cory.

- Hang on.
There may be no need.

I have something that
might just do the trick.

There you go.

- Thanks.

No need to call
hotCory now.

Monogamy, you live
to fight another day.

- James, what's wrong?

- We had a real emergency,
and I froze.

I let everybody down.

- No, you didn't.

The emergency plan
isn't all on you.

We look out for each other.
Look at Abby and Fred.

And, uh, you and Bill
have your weird thing.

- Yeah. We fell asleep on the
phone together the other night.

- That's the emergency plan.

We all help each other out
however we can.

- What happened
to you there?

- I got a little
electrocuted.

- Rosie, remain calm.
It's gonna be fine.

Head of Bar Security's
on it.

- Thanks.

- Hey, James, I'm taking
off, but, uh...later?

- I can't explain it.
It all happened so fast.