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What time's this party
kickin' off?

Back in the '80s,

my grandpa, Pops,
was the greatest guy ever.

I hear someone turned 16
and could use a new car!

He was my partner in crime...

...sometimes literally.

He was always
up for an adventure.

I-I just like
spending time with the boy.

Everyone loved Pops,

which is why
we had such a hard time
when he passed away.

But months later,

we were finally moving on...
sort of.

Oh, hi, Beverly.
How are you?

How are most orphans?

Oh, that's right...
parentless.

I know.
I lost my mom and dad
a few years back, so...

To a car accident?

You are never gonna
know the pain

of losing someone who passes
quietly in their sleep.

Well, you're obviously
still hurting,

but we thought
it might be nice

for you to get out
and take a walk.

Oh, did you?

"We." I... D-Did you
hear me say "we"?

- I-It was her idea.
- She was most insistent.

Essie, could you
for once consider

someone else's feelings?

Your parents may be
extremely unlikable,

but they are still alive.

Okay, well,
if you change your mind...

I will not change my mind.

If you're looking for me,
I will be sitting in the dark

bedazzling black rhinestones.

Yeah, a sandwich
sounds great.

Poor Bev,
still having a hard time.

Nah, she's good.
She cried at the thing.

Look, all I'm saying is,
your mom is distracted
with grief.

We have a window
to pick our wedding venue
with no interference.

Is it just me, or do you
talk more than you used to?

Come on, how beautiful
would it be

to get married
on a sandy beach...

He's still going.

We could get a rabbi
and a hot air balloon!

Erica's
dismissiveness suggests
she's also struggling.

Eh, she just doesn't
like people.

It's how I raised her.

Erica's not the one
with strong emotions.

Son, is that
a French toast skewer?

I'm too angry
to idly sit and eat.

From now on, all my meals
will be on sticks

to allow
for constant movement.

I know better than to ask,
but why?

Pops had an awesome watch

that commemorated
the first 12 Super Bowls.

Super Bowl One,
Super Bowl Two,
Super Bowl Three...

This one's seeking
a medical degree?

Did he leave me
that cherished heirloom?

No. That went to Adam.

And I got this?!

He knew the only thing I hate
more than reading

is writing.

He knew.

Barry's also not dealing
with his grief.

Instead of crying,
he's raging

and eating food
in an unconventional manner.

He's always angry
and eating stuff on sticks.

Mur, after the hubbub
of my dad's funeral,

that's when
the sadness really hit.

I didn't know
how to deal with it.

I'd spend hours digging
large holes for no reason.

I even gave away
our Swarovski crystal
frog collection.

- Crystal frogs?
- You'd be surprised

at people's affection
for glass amphibians.

Any hand-blown woodland
creature, really.

a bear,
a moose, a raccoon,

spunky chipmunk.

- But that's not the point.
- I would hope not.

I finally got around
to my dad's last wish.

My wife and I
spread his ashes
around an oak tree.

It was his favorite spot.

Now, I put it off because
I was afraid to say goodbye.

But sure enough,

once I faced it,
I felt better.

I wasn't listening,
but that had the rhythm
of you being done.

Come on, Mur.

Just because you're
an emotional black hole

doesn't mean your family
doesn't need help.

Eh, the family's fine.

This one's even back to
doing his weird movie thing.

You know it. Pops and I
were making an homage

to "Bill & Ted's
Excellent Adventure"

cleverly titled "Pops & Adam's
Excellent Adventure."

And it's time
to get back on set.

Using green screen technology,
I can put Pops' face
right here.

So we finish our movie and our
excellent adventure continues.

- Maybe I need to do something.
- Great.

I know.
Ashes around a tree.

That's my thing.

Y-You should think of
something personal.

Already landed
on the tree thing.

Excellent!

It was September 22nd,
1980-something.

Thanks to Bill, my dad's
secret plan to help us grieve

-was in motion.
- Hey, Mur!

Hello, Bill,
my trusted friend

who never lies.

What brings you
to this neck of the woods?

Well, I was just
out patrolling the area

for our community watch.

We've had a few
gruesome stabbings.

- Oh, no!
- Stabbings?

Told them not to put in
that new bus stop.

Gee, Bill, that's a lot
of terrifying information,

but I'm sure that's not
the reason you came over here.

Back on track.

I spotted this envelope
over in your begonias.

Mailman must have dropped it,

and it blew away or something.

It's from
my father's attorney.

Attorney, you say?

It's postmarked
for almost two months ago.

My real inheritance!

Pops gave me that dumb pen
so I can endorse

the $10,000 gold certificate

that clearly fits inside this!

Ah, give it to me.

Moron.

"Dear Goldberg Family,
this letter is to inform you

"that it was Albert Solomon's
final wish

"that you join together
in spreading his ashes

"in his favorite place."

That's it?

Check the back for
a treasure map

or a deed to a silver mine.

Nothin'."Favorite place"?

That's a little unclear.

It is unclear.

Yes, but it's on

the firm's actual letterhead,

and it has a raised seal

of a horse holding a gavel,

suggesting legitimacy.

Thank you for your
contribution, Bill.

I gotta get back on patrol.

I wonder where Pops meant.

Easy, the oak tree
by the driveway.

That's a northern
white cedar.

Great wood for
making traditional
Scandinavian saunas,

canoes, or even
a playful wishing well.

Okay, let's grab the urn
and start a'spreadin'.

No way.
My dad hated that tree.

It had that squawky bird
in it.

Chirping was constant.

Whippoorwill-whippoorwill!

We get it!

Go back to the sky, bird.

Fine,
maybe it wasn't that tree.

But I'm sure it was
another tree that's

within easy walking distance.

A random tree

doesn't seem right.

What was Pops' favorite place?

We need to make a list.

- To the board!
- Oh, no.

Don't you see?

Pops wants us
to figure this out together.

Just one more family quest,

compliments of the best
time-travelling bro

a guy could ask for.

Not bogus.

Is he getting weirder?

My dad's simple plan

was turning into anything but.

First up,
narrowing down a list
of Pops' favorite places.

There's Paris.

He helped liberate
a whole country.

You know, Paris
would be a romantic
destination wedding.

- Ugh, never mind.
- Sorry, my love.

By trying to satisfy
your every desire,
I made it about me.

The truth is, your grandfather
was very proud to have served,

but the French people
he found to be filthy

What about the fridge?
He was in there enough.

- What about the deli?
- Pops loved the deli

almost as much as he hated me
by giving me this useless pen.

- The deli it is.
- All right,
let's honor his wish

and spread his ashes
in a suburban sandwich shop.

He did love that deli with
the big barrel of sour pickles

and that lady
with the thing on her face

that we all just ignored.

No, he loved the deli
with the beef tongue
in the display case.

He'd say to the guy,
"How's it taste?"

and the guy would say,
"Oh, it doesn't anymore."

And they'd laugh,
and he'd order bagels.

No, Pops liked the one

with the big salamis
hanging in the window.

He let me use two
as nunchucks once.

They...hurt my belly
two different ways.

He loved our peoples' food
too much!

This letter sucks!

It's way too vague!

Bill found this
in our flowers?

Bill's not great
with specifics
or friendship.

And that doesn't even
sound like your Pops.

He'd either say what he meant,
like when he called me a wuss,

or he'd make a game out of it,

like when he made me
play Hangman,

and the answer was "wuss."

That's it!
It is a game.

And the letter has
the clues!

Yeah, I think we're giving
the letter too much power.

Would a lawyer
really have a seal

with a horse
wielding a gavel?

Or does the horse
mean something else?

- The race track!
- Ugh.

And just like that... Go!

...we were off to honor
my grandpa's last wish,

even though he'd never
actually made one.

This feels right.

His home away from home.

Patrons, please avoid

the lower concourse.

It's now an active
crime scene.

Home.

So, where's this
gonna happen?

I thought
we'd scatter his ashes
around the track.

I'm gonna find a manager

and have him
halt the races
for the day.

Beverly Goldberg?

I knew it! I recognized you
from your picture.

I'm Oscar.
I'm an old friend
of your dad's.

I heard the news.
I'm so sorry.

Thank you.

Really? My dad
showed you my picture?

Yep, the whole family.
He was always showing
you guys off...

Barry, Erica, Adam,
oh, little Enrique.

- Little Enrique?
- Say, could I meet the fam?

I actually want
to give you guys something.

Uh, okay.

And...action.

Enough with the camera,
you moron.

Cut. That's the right energy,
but the wrong words.

Remember,
you're the grumpy principal

who threatens
to flunk me and Pops

if we don't ace
our oral report

by kidnapping
historical figures...

...in our
pay-phone time machine.

Yeah, rock-solid plot.

Everyone, this is Oscar.

He was a friend
of your grandpa's.

He was an amazing man.

He bailed me out
more than once.
And I mean that literally.

Forgery doesn't pay, kids!

Yeah, you... you said
you had something for us?

A little gift from me to you

in honor of Al.

Pop Goes The Weasel
in the sixth.

Your gift is a horse tip?

Not a tip.
A guarantee.

He's a 100-to-1 shot
about to have his day.

Just look at him
out there.

Wait, that's
Pop Goes The Weasel?

The horse
that's smiling at me?

Hey, look!
He kind of is!

Dad, I demand
you put all your money

on Pop Goes The Weasel
to win.

Absolutely not.

This is fate.

Barry might be right.

I mean, the horse's name is
Pop Goes The Weasel.

If it was called
Pops Goes The Weasel,

that would be fate.

Pop Goes The Weasel,
no fate.

But it's so close.

Not his name.

Listen to me.

Pops, Pop.
You hear the difference?

Wait, you said the race

- is the sixth?
- Yep.

That's Pops'
second-favorite number.

- Not including 12.
- Or everything in the 30s.

Pop Goes The Weasel
to win!

I'm not gambling
our money away.

Pop Goes The Weasel running

on the same day Bill shows up
with that letter?

That's gotta
mean something.

Why is everyone
so obsessed with this
sloppily written letter?

Come on, I think
it might somehow

make us feel
a little bit better.

Fine.
Take my wallet.

Not you!

Much like Bill and Ted,

we were on an adventure
to find Pops' favorite spot.

Meanwhile, Geoff was
locking down a wedding venue.

Hey, I just spent an hour
on the pay phone,

and while I can't get
the mysterious goo
off my hand,

I was able to secure
for our nuptials

the rooftop
of the Ritz-Carlton.

Rooftop? Gross.

But the day
we got engaged,

that was the place
you said you wanted,
remember?

That's where
pigeons do it.

I'll go beg
for our deposit back.

Okay, everybody, this is it.

If we win, I'll forgive Pops
for the dumb pen.

My heart is open.

And they're off. Go!

Come on! Pop Goes The Weasel...

...is off to an early lead.

In that most excellent moment,

we knew
we were in the right place.

Pulling way ahead,
it's a Cinderella story.

Maybe Pops
was looking down on us.

Pop Goes
The Weasel is about to...

Oh!

Or not.

He's on the ground.

His legs are not
in a natural position.

That looked bad.

Why are they
putting up a sheet?

Now a forklift is coming out?

Is this really the time
to move some crates?

This doesn't feel like
the kind of place

I want to spread
my father's ashes.

So the track was a bust.

Why is everyone
taking their hats off?

Just get out of here.

But my mom was determined

to continue the search
for Pops' favorite spot.

Hey, there's
gotta be someplace
we're forgetting.

Think, people.

Wait, wait,
wait, wait!

What about
our living room?

Pops loved to sit
and watch TV.

We can sit there
and watch TV, too,

in quiet and solemn
remembrance.

How about the blood pressure
machine at the pharmacy?

Is there field
of bialys somewhere?

I got it!
The horse on the seal
isn't holding a gavel.

He's holding a clarinet!

What an incredibly lazy
and confusing logo.

- The jazz club!
- The jazz club!

- Let's go, family!
- Think I can tag along?

Al really meant
a lot to me.

Also, I recently
gambled away my car.

I guess so.

This is awesome.
We're picking up
historic people

from Pops' past
just like in "Bill & Ted's."

And just like that,

the Goldbergs'
excellent adventure...

Yeah. ...was back on track.

This feels like my dad.

The ambiance, the mood.

You think
they let anybody sing?

Nope, so stop
staring at the mic.

I am sorry,
the club's 18 or over.

The child's
gonna have to leave.

Oh, I'm sorry...

Kidding.
Would you and your doll
like a Whiskey Sour?

Uh, we just stopped by

because her dad,
Albert Solomon,
loved this place.

Hold on. Beverly?

Oh, my goodness.
Al told us all
about you guys.

Hey, everyone,
this is Al Solomon's kid.

Hey!
- My name is Shorty.

Al was a great friend,
a friend to us all.

Oh, that means the world
to hear you say that.

And, man, could he play
that banjo.

Are you musical, too?

Shorty,
I would be honored.

- Wait, what?
- We apologize in advance.

Hello, all you hep jazz cats.

I'm so touched

that you've taken me
into your hearts,

and now your ears.

- We should settle in.
- This one goes out

to all the orphans out there.

Let the world hear our pain.

Two, three, four.

♪ Papa was a rolling stone ♪

♪ Wherever he laid his hat
was his home ♪

♪ And when he died,
all he left us was alone ♪

Yep, my mom found a way
to channel her pain

through a 12-song set.

There was scatting...

♪ Hey, I'm takin' it,
yes, I am ♪

...crowd work...

I'm scatting, Erica.

...a few high kicks...

...and, of course,
some air guitar.

Windmill!

And some real head-scratchers.

♪ She'll be comin' round
the mountain ♪

♪ She'll be comin'
round the mountain ♪

♪ She'll be comin' round
the mountain when she comes ♪

Whoo!

All right, boys, take five,
but no jazz cigarettes.

I want you clear-headed
for my encore.

You know, there's healing
in giving the gift of song.

Giving was something
your dad sure did a lot.

He was always there
for his friends.

So, what's a classic story
about my dad

that we've never
heard before?

There's one
you probably don't know.

This is from
just before Al passed.

He wasn't supposed
to be on the road.

Whoa. Pops hit two cars.

He hit way more than that.

Okay, we get it.

I feel bad even
showing you guys this.

Well, my dad would have
insisted on paying
for all the repairs,

so, Murray, checkbook.

I hate this day.

And, also,
I can't spread his ashes

at the scene
of his last car accident.

The adventure continues!

I'll search his letter
for new clues.

- Ah, forget the letter.
- Let me see it.

- Why do you want to see it?
- Because it could be helpful.

Fun letter talk,
but I'm starving.

Can we order some food?
I brought my own stick.

Ah, you don't want
to eat here.

- Hey.
Hold on.

Pops' favorite diner
is just a few blocks
from here.

I could have a nosh.

While I was excited
for our journey to continue,

my mom began to suspect
that something was up.

Murray Goldberg.

Our excellent adventure
had led us
to Pops' favorite diner,

but my mom had some grilling
of her own to do.

So, Bill found an envelope
in the bushes
near our mailbox,

and we just missed it
for two months?

Bushes.
They're not really
our friends.

You know, I was thinking,

if wedding planning was
something you wanted to avoid,

- we could just elope.
- Sure, we can hit
the courthouse

tomorrow before my nap.

Or after, if you want me
to be in a better mood.

That was a trick question.

You don't want to have
a big celebration?

I don't want
to talk about this now.

Can I get you guys started
with something?

Pops will have
the corned beef hash,
extra crispy,

with wrecked eggs and...

- Noah's Ark?
- Wha-- How did you...

I only have one customer

who orders every single
sausage patty, link,
and fry...

Al Solomon.

Is he here?
How's my hair?

He's our grandpa.

Well, was.

He passed
a couple months ago.

I need to sit.

Can I get onion rings
instead of rice
with the flounder?

It's just so
heartbreaking.

Fries, then.
And a side of sliders.

Hey, everyone?
This is... Maggie.

She and Pops were...

Lovers. Bed buddies.

Human "Tetris" pieces.

There's no better way
to say it.

Seems like there has to be.

So, are we supposed
to write down our order?

'Cause I don't know
how to spell sherbet.

After an intensely
amorous evening,

we would stay up all night
and just talk.

- Aww.
- Don't "aww" that.

Who wants some rice pudding?

She just wants
to celebrate love, Erica.

Don't start with me.

Now this thing
won't write at all!

Guess I'm not
eating anything,

and I can thank Pops
for that, too.

Enough with the pen, Barry.

Says the guy wearing
the Super Bowl watch
that should be mine!

You're hiding something.

Hiding? Me? Something?

I want that watch!
You take the pen!

Get off. Your hands are
weirdly wet and also ice cold.

It's the pen!
It doesn't let
my hand breathe!

Murray, look me in the eye
and tell me

- this letter is real.
- It's real.

- Look me in the eye.
- I am.

- Rituals matter.
- Not to me.

Give me my rightful
inheritance!

Ow! That's right where
my wrists taper!

- Murray.
- Fine!

The letter's fake.

I had Bill make it.
There's no final wish.

Oh!

Oh, no.

Of course it's fake!
Horses don't hold gavels!

Murray, how could you?

I'm sorry.
It's just that

everyone's having
such a hard time.

It's supposed to be hard.
We lost somebody we love.

But no one's dealing with it.

Y-Y-You're suddenly
calling yourself an orphan

and you won't go out
with your friends.

And Erica hates
every wedding venue

because they're all missing
the same thing.

Her grandfather.

Is that true?

And Barry hates that pen
because it makes him think

that Pops was disappointed
in him somehow.

And this one's carrying around
a doll and calling it Pops

so he can pretend
he never died at all.

Fine.
We're not handling this well.

But we're not all
built like you, Murray.

No.

I'm worse than all of you,

because I haven't been able
to face this at all.

What are you saying?

The guy who gave me
my business,

my family,

my happiness,
he... he's gone forever,

and I don't know
the first thing to do.

You really miss him, too?

Of course I miss him.

I'm sorry
I haven't talked about it.

It's just so damn hard.

Ah.

Babe, I'm so sorry.

I-I've been so selfish.

No, it's okay.

We're gonna have
a great, big, happy wedding,

because I know that's
what Pops would have wanted.

Bar, that's the pen

Pops used to write
Grandma with

when he was away
during the war.

In every letter, he promised
he'd come home safely.

And when he did,
he said she'd better
be ready to marry him.

How do you know all that?

I know
everything about him.

He was my best friend.

I-I wish I got to know him
like that.

I feel like
I messed that up.

You had your own
special thing with him,

and it meant the world
to him.

That's why he wanted you
to have that pen.

This is why Al would brag
about you guys all the time.

So much love.

You know, if we want,
we can still
spread some ashes.

I'm pretty sure I do know
Pops' favorite place.

You knew all along?

Just seemed easier
to have an adventure

than to say goodbye.

And so, somehow, even though
our quest wasn't real,

we still found a way
to complete it.

It really was a tree
after all.

Not just any tree.

This is where Pops
proposed to Grandma.

That's why
it was his favorite place.

He said that everything
that was beautiful in his life

took root and blossomed
right here.

His marriage,
his family, his friends.

Ah, what a mensch.

I think I know
where I want
to get married.

Right here.

It's perfect.

Before we spread the ashes,

uh, Adam would like
to say a few words.

As you know, Pops and I
were making a movie

that we're just
not gonna get to finish.

But there's something
in "Bill & Ted's"

that sums up
how Pops lived his life

and how he'd want us
to live ours.

It's a little goofy,
but here it goes.

"Be excellent to each other,

"and party on."

There's nothing harder
than losing
the people we love.

But after that day,
we began to heal.

We felt ready to start
living our lives again,

to get back to who we are...

Move!

...to think
about the future...

I'm ready
to plan your wedding.

...while still
celebrating the past.

I realize we shouldn't dwell

on the loves we've lost,

'cause there's
more than enough

love right here.

♪ I'll do the cooking, honey ♪

♪ I'll pay the rent ♪

♪ I know I've done you wrong ♪

God, these are comfortable.
Who knew?

Pops. The man was
way ahead of his time

when it came to sportswear
for the sedentary athlete.

I'm never wearing
anything else.

It's like being hugged by
a giant cotton ball.

Well, if wearing
those tracksuits

helps you feel close to Pops,

wait till you taste
his favorite,

kippered herring.

- To Pops.
- To Pops.

- Ohh. Oh.
- Mm!

That is relentlessly oily.

So fishy and salty.

How many bones can there be
in one bite?

Well, he was right
about the tracksuits.

Damn right he was.

I've been advocating
for this lifestyle for years.

Mm, not bad.