All language subtitles for WEDNESDAY E07 ENGCP

What can I get you?

Three rocks, two fingers of Jack, and a...

One splash of water.

You can never go wrong ordering a Sinatra.

Wait. You look familiar.

You were in The Crucible
at the Jupiter Dinner Theater.

Your John Proctor was spellbinding.

The audience was hanging on
your every word, particularly the ladies.

You saw that show?

You're the only one who's ever remembered.

I haven't seen you at Tiki Tails before.

- I'm Arnold Hunt.
- Barry Dort.

I manage one of the Sirens.

Gabrielle.

I figured a talented guy like you would be
knocking them dead out in Hollywood.

I mean, you certainly
have the looks, charisma.

I took my shot in LA.

Even landed a recurring on a soap opera.
Medical Affairs.

No way. That was
my mom's favorite show, God rest her soul.

She never missed an episode.

I played Dr. Gideon Sterling.

Until my long-lost brother came back
from the dead, stole my wife,

and they blew me up in my Porsche.

Tough break.

Yeah, career took a…
a nosedive after that,

so I packed up my Corolla
and moved back home.

Luck is what happens
when preparation meets opportunity.

And you're in luck because, boy,
do I have the right opportunity for you.

I don't need a manager, pal.

- Those days are long gone.
- I… I'm talking about something bigger.

I see a lot of broken people
in my travels,

especially Outcasts,
and I have ideas how to fix them.

I want to create a place
where like-minded people come together

to follow a shared vision
of enlightenment and growth.

Sounds like a cult.

Nobody likes the C-word.

I prefer the term "movement."

I have an entire business plan,

and I even wrote an instruction manual

on how to build a better life.

I'm self-aware enough to know that
this mug isn't going to convince anyone.

I've seen you on stage, Arnold.

You have that indefinable star quality,

and this is the part
you were born to play.

You're serious.

You remember The Wizard of Oz.

I'm like the guy
Toto finds behind the curtain,

secretly pulling the levers.

You will be the great and powerful Oz,

the face of our movement,

the inspirational leader
who touches people's souls,

and persuades them
to part with their hard-earned cash

for a chance to be a part of something
bigger than themselves.

So does this movement have a name?

How about Morning Song?

Because every dawn
brings the light of a new day.

So, what do you say?

No, you can't do that.

Here.

Principal Dort, I can explain.

No need, Bianca.

Your mother and I go back a long way.

Don't we, Gabrielle?

Ah…

Who do you think introduced her
to Gideon all those years ago?

You're part of Morning Song?

I am Morning Song.

And we had a good thing going

until you two poked your tails in
and stirred things up.

Fortunately, I don't hold grudges.

What do you want, Barry?

By my count,
you've been living here rent-free.

But the free ride is over.

It's time to get back to work, ladies.

How much longer is this going to take?

I can't have my guests
arrive to a crime scene.

I assumed you were canceling the gala,

out of respect for your late colleague.

Oh, I know Professor Orloff
would want us to keep calm and Outcast on.

That's the Nevermore way.

Doubt anyone's going to show up
once this hits the press.

Perhaps we can just say there was
an unfortunate classroom accident.

Do you really want it out there
that the Jericho Sheriff's Department

still hasn't caught a killer zombie?

This isn't over.

From now on,
my deputies handle campus security.

That's a non-negotiable.

We both know Santiago and her crew have
no chance against two Hydes and a zombie.

Let's move.

Your newfound cynicism is refreshing.

Only you would leave
psychic scar tissue in a body swap.

Nice try telling me to stay invisible.

Shh, save your apologies.

I'm not even a little sorry.

And you should be grateful
we came to rescue you

when there's a premonition I'd die.

And yet it never comes to pass.

Worst premonition ever.

The premonition has changed.

You're no longer the one who dies.

Really? Yes!

Wait. Who dies?

An Addams.

Which is why I need to flush out Isaac and
the Galpin family before he gets to mine.

Your search may start closer to home.

- Ahh.
- Mmm!

Organic.

What has your braids in a twist,
my little tempest?

The latest exhumation from the growing
secrets you've been keeping from me.

Not only have you known
the identity of Pugsley's zombie…

Isaac Night was your roommate.

He was more than that.

He was my closest friend.

Your father was the only one
who could charm his way

into Isaac's clockwork heart.

I tried to protect him from people
who wanted to exploit his genius.

Like Augustus Stonehurst.

That's why he built
the lab for him in Iago Tower.

Stonehurst saw him as the key to unlocking
the secrets of Outcast abilities.

But Isaac…

Had his own plans in mind.

Hmm.

He thought he could use science
to extract Francoise's Hyde ability.

I had no idea
that Isaac was Pugsley's zombie

until I saw him at Pilgrim World.

He's not just some brainless pet anymore.

Isaac has fully regenerated.

And he's reunited
with Francoise and Tyler.

Who did not leave town as promised.

Larissa told me it was you
snooping around here in Enid's body.

You and Weems have been
conspiring behind my back?

You went to Rotwood's grave.

It must have been your grand mama

who planted that
pernicious idea in your head.

It may have been pernicious,
but it was enlightening.

How long have you been writing,
Barbara Jean?

Since I was your age.

But I made the mistake of giving
my mother one of my early efforts.

The sound of her…

Humiliating cackle still haunts me.

So, after that I decided
to keep my literary career a secret.

Your father has no inkling.
That's the way I'd like to keep it.

My lips are sealed for my own protection.

I began to profusely vomit
after reading the first five pages.

Well, perhaps one day

you'll appreciate the intoxicating power
of weaving mystery and passion.

We have more pressing
family matters at hand.

My premonition has changed, Mother.

Enid no longer dies.

One of us does.

An Addams.

I'd like to sacrifice Pugsley.

Enid, wait.

Please. I… I've been looking for you.

I've been avoiding you,
which I'll do for the rest of my life.

- Let me explain the situation with Sofia.
- Is that your girlfriend's name?

We decided to take a break
when I came to Nevermore.

I figured I'd join a new pack here.
I wanted to keep things casual.

But then I met someone.

I can't stop thinking about her.

I'm not going to compete for you.

I know. So I finally
broke things off with her last night.

You've been keeping this
a secret all semester.

I don't know that I can trust you again.

I'll do whatever it takes.
Can I still escort you to the gala?

Enid Sinclair, in my classroom now!

You broke out
of the Lupin cages last night. Why?

Just wasn't really myself.

That's not an excuse.

Becoming an Alpha
isn't something you can take lightly.

Especially with a full moon in two days.

That doesn't sound ominous at all.

If a young Alpha
transforms under a full moon,

there's a very real chance
you could remain in your werewolf form.

For how long?

Wait.

You mean, like, forever?

I'm afraid it's worse.

Alphas who permanently transform,

they're hunted and killed
by other werewolves.

It's a form of self-policing.

This is a living nightmare.

If you follow the precautions,
you should be fine.

Before sundown, lock yourself
in the Lupin cages and keep calm.

You're not alone in this, Enid.

Your pack is your strength.

Leaving?

If you won't give me
permission to kill Wednesday,

we need to get the hell out of Jericho.

The Addams family's
not your problem anymore, sweetie.

We have a bigger plan for them.

Leave it to your Uncle Isaac.

Because he's been crushing it so far.

Every experiment
has unforeseen complications.

We'll be prepared next time.

There is no next time.
Your machine was destroyed.

It doesn't take a genius
to see that you failed.

The only thing that I care about

is saving my sister.

The one factor I don't need
in that equation is you.

Stop it. The minute
we turn on each other, we're dead.

One of us is already dead.

Francoise?

Her medicine, find it.

It's empty.

I need some more.

There's an animal hospital in town.
Come with me.

Check in the back.

We're looking for anything
that can point us to where they're hiding.

Isaac isn't going anywhere until
he can save his sister from being a Hyde.

All Francoise ever wanted
was a normal life,

and she had it for a fleeting moment.

The last time I stood in this room,
she asked me to be her maid of honor.

I knew she hadn't
told Galpin about her condition,

so I declined.

We didn't speak again.

Spare me your saccharine
stroll down memory lane.

Then perhaps you can tell me
how you plan to take on

the Galpin family monster mash-up.

Your sharp tongue won't be
enough to keep them at bay.

If you're not here to help,
feel free to dissipate.

For a couple of Hydes,
they fled like rats.

Now I understand why Isaac was
so hell-bent on saving his sister.

She's running out of time.

A New England corpse moth.

Extraordinary specimen.
Where'd you find it?

Following someone's
emotional support zombie.

You found Slurp?

Tweezed these from Slurp
when they were larvae.

Now they're about to enter
their migratory phase.

- What's that?
- When they return to their host body.

- To lay their eggs.
- What if the body's on the run?

I bet they can still find it.

Insect GPS beats Google Maps
every day of the week.

I just wanted a friend.

What, couldn't find one with a pulse?

I tried, okay? But no one was interested.

Go find your host.

Hey.

I saw this and went to go check on
your mom, but she's not in the room.

She was afraid Gideon was onto her.

And now that the sheriff has deputies
crawling all over campus,

it was a matter of time
before she was discovered.

Wait, she left?

But where's she going?

I'm not sure.

She thought it was better I didn't know.

It wouldn't be the first time
she's disappeared on me.

At least now
you don't have to worry about us.

Bianca. What's going on?

Ms. Barclay, can I see you in my office?

Just drop it, okay?

It's better for everyone this way.

Grandmama?

I'm just biding my time
enjoying your novel.

Viper's mother, Dominica,
is pitch perfect.

How do you describe her?

"A clingy stay-at-home optimist

that makes Viper want to
shed her skin more times than a cobra."

Speaking of your mother,
she crystal balled me earlier.

Gave me an earful about steering you
to Professor Rotwood's grave.

Said there were complications.

I'm just relieved that you're unscathed.

Neither of us have an iota of compassion.

It's one of our most endearing traits.

Tell me what really
brings you to Nevermore.

Your weasel of a principal
called last night.

I've heard kidnapping victims
sound less desperate.

He's offering me the moon
to donate to your mother's gala.

I thought that ship had sailed, capsized,

and sunk to the bottom
of the Mariana Trench.

Of course it has. But you know what I say…

The bigger the offer,
the sweeter the grovel.

You want to see the whites
of his eyes when you reject him.

There are few greater thrills
than witnessing the exact moment

when a man's spirit is broken.

Time to put Dort out of his misery.

If he hasn't drowned
in his flop sweat already.

Um…

Perhaps what you and your mother need
is a break from each other.

Come stay with me for the summer.

I could teach you
about the family business.

I realize you're going to be
a literary enfant terrible,

but death is recession proof.

Thank you, Grandmama.

I knew you'd come
under my black wing eventually.

You may be an Addams,

but you're a Frump at heart.

What little heart you have.

Hester Frump,

it's an honor to have
the duchess of the dearly departed

haunt the halls of Nevermore once again.

Savor it.
I expect this visit to be brief and final.

Then I won't waste another second.

As I said on the phone,

your generosity will not only
ensure our future,

but will build a monument
to your life and work.

Introducing…

…the School of Mortuary Sciences at…

Frump Tower.

Nevermore will be the preeminent academy

for tomorrow's morticians,
embalmers, and funeral directors.

This will include
updating the campus cemetery

with Frump-branded headstones,

and replacing the orchard
with a body farm.

Death, Nevermore, and Frump.

Can you think of a more unholy trinity?

A masterful presentation.

My ego has never been
more expertly stroked.

But flattery is like formaldehyde.

It is to be sniffed, never swallowed.

Which is why I have zero intention

of giving one cold cent
to this moth-eaten dump.

It was worth a shot.

Bianca, would you please
escort Ms. Frump to her car?

You will leave
your entire fortune to Nevermore.

That is your legacy.

You will present this decision
to your family and the world

without raising suspicion.

You will attend the gala
as the guest of honor.

And once I snap my fingers,
you won't remember I was ever here.

Hey, we need a vet!

Please, it's urgent!

- Sorry, I'm closing...
- It's an emergency. A car hit my dog.

- I can't move him by myself. Please.
- Where is he? Let's…

You said she needs a transfusion.

The pills they gave her at Willow Hill
suppressed her Hyde gene,

thus prolonging her life.

And when she transformed to save you,

it must have exacerbated her condition.

Are you saying this is my fault?
I'm killing her?

No.

But delaying her treatment will.

What your mother needs is blood.

Hyde blood.

Roll up your sleeve.

I know you're here, Larissa.

The gala will no doubt
be a rousing success.

Morticia Addams will save Nevermore.

And the Larissa Weems era
will be buried once and for all.

It's never been my intention
to overshadow your achievements.

And yet,

it always ends up happening.

What has Wednesday done now?

It's not her this time.

Your mother is using your estrangement
to pull Wednesday closer to her.

I envied so much of your life, Morticia.

But not your relationship
with that old bat.

- Thank you for saying so.
- Don't thank me yet.

You're more like your mother
than you think.

I'm talking about your pathological
predilection for secrets.

Larissa, that's completely unfair.

Is it?

You have failed
to be forthcoming with Wednesday

about your true relationship
with Francoise and Isaac.

Her vision has changed.

An Addams dies now.

Don't let this rip apart the family
you've spent your life trying to protect.

Tell her the truth

before tragedy strikes.

If I have to spend my nights in this cage,
I should make it feel like home.

- How goes the Hyde hunt?
- I put some feelers out.

They should be honing in
on Isaac's rotting flesh as we speak.

What's wrong, Enid?

Fun fact I learned today.

If a young Alpha wolfs out on a full moon,

there's a high chance
that I could never change back.

Like ever. And if that isn't enough,
I'll be hunted by other werewolves.

The full moon is in two days.
How are you supposed to prevent that?

By staying calm. Trying to distract myself
with things that make me happy.

Like, picking a dress for the gala.

For a gala you aren't going to attend?

Bruno asked me.

As a friend.

Capri granted me an exception
for my dance routine,

as long as I lock up afterwards.

Capri said I didn't have to face
this Alpha business on my own.

That my strength is in my pack.

But the truth is…

…you are my pack, Wednesday.

If I wolfed out and couldn't,
you know, change back,

would you come and find me?

I have no problem hunting you down.

- Ajax!
- Bianca's in trouble.

Have you heard of Gideon Sterling?

I can't believe Bianca had a whole
crime drama going on and none of us knew!

Now her mom's missing.

I think that Dort's involved.

Sheriff Santiago and her deputies
are crawling all around the campus.

We have to tell someone!

Dort thinks we're in the dark.

I do my best work in the dark.

Wednesday.

Perfect timing.

Come look at my new tower.

Oh, that's just the tip
of the Frump philanthropic iceberg.

You said the only charity in life
was a quick, painless death.

Since my own family has little interest

in the empire I've built
one grave at a time,

I've decided all my spoils should be used

to educate future generations of Outcasts.

Can you believe this woman's generosity?

No.

I can't.

I'm still gonna inherit
your vintage car collection, right?

Not even a rusty hubcap, my darling.

Our door has always
been open to you, Hester.

You're the one who boycotted our wedding,
and declined invitations

to all family gatherings.

I'm done with arguing about the past.
I only care about the future.

What Principal Dort and I have planned
will get Nevermore back on track.

Like barring Outcasts
without an ability from enrollment.

Like that inadequate husband of yours.

Being an Outcast is a state of mind.

No, dear. That's a platitude losers say
to make them feel like winners.

Let's just celebrate the fact
that Nevermore's future is secure.

Group selfie?

You, uh… Oh.

Wednesday. I thought you were
taking a break from the team.

Sabbatical's over.

En garde.

- I've barely seen you all semester.
- We have different extracurriculars.

You do comas. I do a cappella.

And galas.

You've taken to those
like a Siren to water.

Your mother deserves most of the credit.

Her attention to detail is incredible.

- I enjoyed working with her.
- Speaking of mothers, how's yours?

Haven't seen her since the summer.

You missed her when she was hiding
in that classroom off the quad?

I don't know what Ajax told you,
but stay out of it!

You've involved my family,
so that's an impossibility.

Dort is blackmailing you
and your mother, isn't he?

That's why you Siren-songed
my grandmother.

The four horsemen of the apocalypse would
have to gallop through her tombstones

before that woman
gave a cent to this school.

I thought I had freed
my mom from my stepfather.

But it turns out,
Gideon is just the front man.

And Dort is behind it all.

He was playing everyone from the start.

He plans to steal
your grandmother's fortune.

You should have come to me.

Even Wednesday Addams
can't save me from this.

I'm sorry, but I had no choice.

And I still don't.

You won't remember this conversation,
or anything you know about my mother.

Nothing about the gala
is suspicious to you.

Let it go.

You called it perfectly.

- What'd she say?
- Exactly what you predicted.

Bianca confessed she's being blackmailed
by Dort and some guy named Gideon.

- Then she Siren-songed me into forgetting.
- We really do make a great team, don't we?

Show yourself, Agnes.

Now that your premonition changed,

and Enid isn't dying,

I knew I had to step up my game
to become your best friend.

By raiding my closet?

I did this for you.

I wanted to show you
how much you mean to me.

You failed.

This is very important to me, Isaac.

I know it is.

I know.

- Let's not get ahead of ourselves.
- Mom.

- Hey, sweetie.
- You're alive.

- I am. Thanks to you.
- You've been out for hours.

We gotta get moving.

What's the plan?

We save your mother,

and we make the Addams Family
pay for their sins.

I've got a surprise for you.

Gideon.

The first family of Morning Song,

back together again.

By the time Hester Frump
wakes up tomorrow,

her fortune will be gone,
and we'll be on a private plane.

Viva Venezuela!

I'm not spending a minute with this brat
after she sold me out to the feds.

Hey, hey. No finger-pointing.

Mistakes were made all around.

It's my name and picture
all over the news.

I told you to stay put,
but you decided to run.

I think I know why
they wrote you off that soap opera.

You go off script.

And let's face it,

your improvisational skills
are not the greatest.

I didn't see you complaining
when I was selling my soul,

peddling your new age Morning Song BS
for the last 15 years, making you rich.

If you give me up to the feds,
I'm taking you down with me.

Buddy, haven't I always taken care of you?

Relax.

Go wait in my apartment with Gabrielle.

Think about the fresh start
I'm about to give you.

Remember our Morning Song credo?

"Every dawn brings a new day."

I just want my money, Barry.

And then I'm out. Forever.

I'm done with all you freaks.

If it wasn't for me, Arnold,

you'd still be mixing
lousy Mai Tais at Tiki Tails.

I've given you my soul.

Give me my money.

Do you know why Venetians
had masquerade balls?

So they could revel in their anonymity,
free from judgment.

They would wear masks.

And in doing so,

reveal their true selves.

What's your point, Barry?

One thing I've learned in my short tenure
as Nevermore's principal

is Outcast pride.

I can do anything.

So tonight,

I'm taking off my mask.

In fact,

I'm going to burn it

and begin anew.

Oh.

It's time for you to shine.

Was it worth the wait, my darling?

Bellissimo, Cara mia.

You have outdone yourself.

Ah!

Ah, buona sera, Addams family.

Your mother has already
made herself the belle of the ball.

I'm firing the board,
and reinstating corporal punishment.

Oh!

Yes, lots to discuss later.

- All right. There you go. Excuse me.
- Where's Wednesday?

We're barely
on speaking terms at the moment.

Well, now you know
what it feels like, Morticia,

to be despised by a child
to whom you've given everything.

I guess we have that in common.

There's Wednesday.

Look at us.

One big unhappy family.

I made sure you have
the seat next to mine,

as I need your input
on the list of teachers to terminate.

Make sure you try it.

- Wednesday! Surprised you're here.
- Where's Dort hiding your mother?

- How did you...
- If you want Dort to stop,

you need to trust me.

Where is she?

Anyway…

In his apartment.

Certainly a million miles away
from our first date.

You mean no knives and chains?

- Not that this is a date, though.
- Of course not.

Bruno?

Sofia? I don't believe it.
How… How'd you get here?

I'm guessing the red eye from Manila.

The second you told her it was over.

You must be Enid.
I don't want this to be awkward.

Don't worry.

I'm not gonna be
the villain in this story.

I think I wanted us to work out
because I was holding onto the past.

But I have a new path now.

- One I have to face alone.
- Enid, I…

Killer dress, by the way.

Agnes?

I can't even get peace
and solitude in a crime scene.

What happened to you?

Wednesday dropped an Addams bomb on me.

Congrats. You win.

I thought I was everything she wanted
in a best friend.

Sarcastic, sardonic,

with the same dark neogoth aesthetic.

A task-orientated clue hound,

willing to risk life and limb

in a relentless pursuit
of solving the case.

But it turns out… I was dead wrong.

One Wednesday Addams
is more than enough for this world.

If you're tired of being invisible,

stop hiding in other people's
personalities.

Be your own psycho, Agnes.

Trust me, you'll be good at it.

What about your dance routine?

Mmm. Well, the pack group chat
is blowing up with the Bruno news,

and I really don't feel like
being a lone wolf out there, so…

- I'll dance with you.
- You don't know my choreography.

Unless you've been stalking my rehearsals.

Morticia, it's probably best you didn't
follow me into the family business.

I've been to funerals
with more life than this gala.

We're about to heat things up
with a student dance routine.

And then we'll call you to the stage
for some brief remarks.

And finally, I'll whisk you to my office
to complete the pesky paperwork.

Have your moths
reported back yet on Slurp?

No. Why aren't you
inside with your family?

Doubt they've even noticed I'm gone.

Ajax!

Don't worry, Dort can't hurt you anymore.

Come on, show's about to start.

- Did you find Bianca's mom?
- Ajax is with her.

If we're going to stop Dort,
we're going to need more help.

That includes you, Agnes.

I know you're still here.

Finally, some originality.

I don't care
what you think about me anymore.

Good.

What's the plan?

Like the words of a song
I hear you call

Yeah!

Like a thief in my head, you criminal

This goodbye is no surprise

This goodbye won't make me cry

Can I keep on dancing until I'm dead

Dancing until I'm dead

I'm dancing until I'm dead

Yeah, keep on dancing until I'm dead

Dead

I'm dancing till I'm dead

'Cause when you killed me at first
That's when I came alive

Yeah, the music's gonna
Bring me back from death

I'm dancing until I'm dead

I'm dancing till I'm dead

You created a creature of the night

Now I'm haunting your air
Your soul, your eyes

This goodbye is no surprise

Whoa!

This goodbye won't make me cry

Can I keep on dancing
Dancing until I'm dead

I'm dancing until I'm dead

Yeah, keep on dancing until I'm dead

I'm dancing till I'm dead

'Cause when you killed me at first

That's when I came alive

Yeah, the music's gonna
Bring me back from death

I'm dancing until I'm dead

I'm dancing till I'm dead

'Cause when you killed me at first

That's when I came alive

Yeah, the music's gonna
Bring me back from death

I'm dancing until I'm dead

Dancing till I'm dead

Yeah

Oh!

Wow! How 'bout that?

Hey, whoo!

My name is Bianca Barclay,

and I'm the student gala coordinator.

Yeah, Bianca!

Tonight was only possible
thanks to the tireless efforts

of two very special Outcasts,

Gala Chairwoman, Morticia Addams,

and our very own Principal Dort.

Please, join me on stage.

Oh!

Before I introduce our guest of honor,

Principal Dort…

…please…

Tell everyone exactly
how this gala came together.

…tell everyone exactly
how this gala came together…

It started when I…

Ordered Bianca Barclay
to Siren Morticia Addams

into asking her mother
for a large donation.

And when that didn't work,

I held Bianca's mother hostage

to force her to Siren Hester Frump

to donate her fortune.

Are you out of your mind?

Also, I promised
my Morning Song stooge, Gideon,

that I would split the money.

But I'm not big into sharing,

so now he's a pile of ash in my fireplace,

and I'm keeping all the cash.

Oh, boy.

All right!

I'm walking out of here,
or the Siren's toast!

Back off! Stand back!

I mean it!

Dort!

Oh, bravo!

Now that's what I call a thrilling climax.

I don't know how you hacked my Siren song,

but thank you.

I'm not the one you should be thanking.

I owe you one, Ajax.

You really rocked his world.

I'm looking forward
to having your company this summer.

It will give me an excuse
to decamp the bats from the guest wing.

After the vile comment you made
about my father, I'm canceling my plans.

I've lost my ability.

Does that make me less of an Outcast?

Don't be ridiculous.
You're just going through a phase.

My father has many infuriating habits,

but when it comes to being an Outcast,
there's none finer.

If you would like me to reconsider,

you must make a very sizable donation
to Nevermore in his honor.

Are you resorting to emotional blackmail?

There's nothing emotional about it.

It's just blackmail.

Done.

Only you could throw a gala

that begins with a fiery murder
and ends with a shattering death.

- Well played, my dear.
- You're not upset?

Almost being conned
out of my entire fortune

was the biggest rush I've had in years.

I actually feel alive.

Wednesday! Isaac… he's here.

- Where?
- At the Nevermore graveyard.

Pugsley.

Where's Pugsley?

Hello, old friend.

Slurp?

Is that you?

Pugsley,

I hate to ask but…

I need your help.

Pugsley!

Pugsley?

Pugsley!