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Got enough to eat, Lil' Fleshler?

It's so nice you guys are getting along now, Gary.

Well, you know he's still a headache.

But he's pretty cute with his chips and his talking teddy.

Hey give him a squeeze, little guy.

"I love all the children of the world

And I hope...

that they...

all get along every day."

Yeah it feels like whoever recorded the voice

sorta did it on the fly, but...

Y'know, he likes it.

So who's this guy we're meeting?

Oh, well, he's a billionaire

who's thinking of investing in the ministry!

Which would be great

because we've accrued a lot of debt

since Tucker was replaced by you

So, yeah, I think let's just all just be on our best behavior

and let Tucker steer things.

Hey, say no more!

Hey how ya doin' by the way?

Oh, thank you for asking, Gary.

Not well.

I'm starting to realize I might never get my powers back,

and it feels like death.

How are you?

Okay...

Fine also, yeah.

You know what, Tucker?

I think it's important you keep a positive attitude about this, y'know?

I think that you're going to get your powers back eventually.

Will I?

Or will I wear out everyone's good will,

and be forced to return to the life I once had.

Living with my parents,

and waiting tables at Ireland O'China's Fusion Restaurant and Lounge.

Can't be a real place.

While customers look at me, thinking

"There goes the man who used to have it all!

Carrying bacon-cabbage bao

and other examples of fine Chinese/Irish cuisine."

Oh...!

Oh what is that smell?

Oh god!

- Ugh! - Lil' Fleshler made a stinky!

- Ugh! - Jesus!

That's disgust-- It's making my eyes water.

Gar, change his diaper!

Oh, no, no, no.

He's in that phase where it just comes out as pure acid.

So nothing can contain it.

Okay, we're fine as long as we're not sitting above anything--

Oh! Holy crap, that was awesome.

Wow...

How close are we to where we need to be?

Well, that's a funny story

about your car crashing just now.

I have a similar story where I went to space

in a rocket, which is sort of like a car.

Champagnya?

Ooh! Heh, yes please.

Ah...

Wealth.

Oh! Hello...

Who is this?

Oh, uh, he's my uh...

I guess "ward," would be the term?

I see...

May I cook and eat him?

- No. - Gary...

What?! No!

Oh, It's no trouble, Leslie.

I'll simply make a small mark in my ledger,

and never forget this slight.

Ow! What...?

Oh...

Mr. Quarn do you still want to invest in the Ministry?

Leslie needs me to ask for some reason.

Well, Tucker...

I'm ready to write you a cheque this instant.

But first...

May I see it?

Hey, if that's what it takes...

Oh! Gary!

- Don't do that! - What??

Is this not right?

I really thought this was right.

Sorry. Take a walk!

Fine! Hey, okay.

I thought that's what you wanted, Mr. Quarn.

Unless you want to, he'll do it.

- Still not convinced it's not! - Do you?

I mean, Gary come back maybe he doe-- hehe

No. Gary, go, go.

Charming. But I was referring to Tucker's...

"Morph sequence" is it?

I'd love to witness one up close.

Oh, um... the thing is, Mr. Quarn,

I can't really do that at the moment.

My powers have gone the way of the dodo.

They're...

believed to be extinct but actually exist in great numbers

on an island where billionaires can hunt, kick, and fuck them?

- No, they're just gone. - I see.

Well then.

Maybe I'll hold onto this for now.

You need help cutting your food, bud? You good?

Hoho! Okay.

What's up, man?

Gary...

I'm not a celeb anymore.

I had it all, and now it's all gone!

All that Chosen One swag,

"Chosen One swag"?

You know it, Gary.

It's different to go to a restaurant when you're famous.

I don't know this.

Sure ya do!

They give us the best table, the best service.

And you can afford it, but you get it for free!

I've literally never eaten for free anywhere in my life--

Oh! And you get

- all those secret pastas! - This guy charged me.

Sorry?

You get all those secret pastas.

"Secret pasta"?

You know, those good pastas no one else knows about?

They're only for celebs.

What are you talking about?

I feel like all pasta's kind of the same.

Yeah, but it's diff--

Every pasta is the same, but they're all different

and the different ones are the ones we only get.

I don't know what you're talking about!

Okay...

You know how every pasta is different?

Yes!

There are some pastas,

that only you and me,

and other celebs

- would get to have! - Yeah, so name the secret one for me!

You know I can't do that, Gary!

Just, what's the shape at least?

It's, it, you know it's kinda like...

Wooyup!

You're not even--

okay.

Now it's all over.

Because no matter how much I train and meditate,

and do what the monks say,

I can't get my stupid powers back!

I mean there's your problem.

The monks are idiots.

They didn't know you were the Chosen One the fist time, right?

They didn't help you get your powers then, I did!

By hurling you into battle before you were ready.

Not the smartest thing I've ever done.

If it hadn't worked I would have just murdered a teen.

but the point is, if we listened to the monks

you'd still be in high school

or working at that...

restaurant you claim exists.

- You know what I mean? - Yeah...

- Yeah you're... you're right. - Right!

So you gotta, you know...

Chin up! You'll figure this out.

Friends! Friends!

I have an announcement!

My associate Mondoon captured a feisty little monster on a nearby island.

Perhaps instead of a simple "morph,"

we can observe some true battle?

And since I can't count on Tucker anymore...

Oh, um...

I don't know, man.

This thing's not really posing a threat.

Mondoon!

Come on, luv!

Oh, Jesus... okay, uh...

Everyone stay back!

Just, let's keep a perimeter here.

Uh... en garde.

En garde...

Battle, battle

- Yes! - Dooj, dooj!

Fight harder!

There's money on the line!

Moneyyy...

Ugh.

Don't worry, Mr. Quarn!

I'll give you a fight!

Charge!

No, Tucker, stop!

Ahh!

Tucker!

Maybe I shouldn't have destroyed the helicopter...

How close are we to where we need to be?

Mr. Quarn, I just want to assure you that things are usually...

Much smoother at our ministry, so...

If you still feel like writing that cheque...

Hm? Oh...

I lost my checkbook.

And my super-yacht.

Of course, I've still got my vast savings, but...

If we're stuck here forever,

then my money is worthless.

Unleeee...

eeeeee...

- Mr. Quarn? - ...shells are money now!

Shells are money!

All these shells are mine.

And I'll pay someone ten shells to be my bodyguard.

- I'll do it for five! - Four!

I'll do it for zero shells,

but if I do a good job maybe shells later?

- Deal! - Yes!

- Let's go! - See you later, guys.

Well, there goes our investor.

So, Tucker...

You wanna talk about what just happened?

You were right, Gary!

Last time, my powers came out in battle!

That's been the solution all along!

Right, yeah.

Maybe we could wait until we're home before you throw yourself into danger?

- You know what I mean? - I've waited long enough, Gary!

I can't wait to get back to doing this job!

I just love everything about it!

I even like the stalkers!

Wait, you had stalkers?

They were nice when you got to know them a bit...

Bit awkward,

lot of unbroken eye contact.

but I don't mind all that stuff.

And guess what?

I ran into one of those stalkers the other day.

Yeah! I waved at her on the street,

and then she pointed to her ear like she was talking on the phone

but there was nothing in her ear, Gary!

There was nothing in her ear!

This is a woman that once dressed up like a plumber

to sneak into my house

and get in my bathroom

and when I walked in there

oh she's just naked

pleasuring herself in my bathtub.

And she has the gall

to, like, not say hi to me?

Out on the street!

When you were masturbating in my bathtub?!

Jesus. Our experience of this job

could not be more different.

This is it, Gary!

I have to do this!

Wait, Tucker, no!

- Come back! - Oh!

Ahh!

Hiya!

Ahh!

Come on!

Ahh!

Uh!

Ugh! C'mon Tucker, let's go!

Get away from me!

You're messing up everything!

Oh...!

Six-hundred-and-one, six-hundred-and-two,

six-hundred-and--

No!

Protect the bank!

Okay, Tucker, stay here!

No, Gary. He's mine!

You're injured. And you don't have powers!

Not yet I don't!

Hiyaaaa!

God damnit, Tucker!

This is it, Gary!

It's happening!

Sais! Improve me!

Sais!

Argh!

Oof. Okay, buddy, let's go.

Oh my god, this sucks, this sucks!

Blegh...

Okay, Lil' Fleshler! Let's rock'n'roll!

Booj booj booj!

Booj-ey, booj-ey!

Yeah, buddy, nice!

Oh!

You're so cool!

Okay, uh...

That's it, Pal. Go to sleep!

You've had a busy day...

Sleeeep...

sleeeeep...

Gah... what a day.

I know we're bruised and dehydrated, but...

Mentally I feel sharp as ever.

I'll give you four shells for your portion of fish!

- Five. - Done!

Yes! Leslie got the shells!

Hey man, umm... How ya feelin' bud?

Right. Okay. Well, um...

Hey, at least you didn't get crushed to death, right?

Sorta surprised you didn't to be honest.

So that's... that's good.

Ugh...

He's in a bad way, buddy.

You can be anything you want when you grow up.

Like uh...

a sound booth technician,

uh... like a cop...

Ugh! I hate this bear.

uh... I know they're looking for,

they're really looking for nurses right now.

uh...

Guy that sits at the front desk

of a place...?