Original subtitles

Is there a foot doctor in the house?

[ Moo! ]

Mr. Gus: Aww, yeah.

Clean as a whistle.

Yes, sirree!

Whew! Seeing those sparkles dance

was well worth the two straight weeks of meticulous cleaning.

What the --

[ Screaming ]

Get off of me, you stupid mud goblin!

Yaah!

[ Both grunting ]

Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!

Ohh!

[ Splat! ]

[ Snarls ]

Aah!

It's time to meet your biggest fan!

Aah!

[ Splat! Splat! Splat! ]

[ Panting ]

[ Sighs ] What a day.

What a day, what a day.

You got that right!

Now, you gonna explain this mess?

Little Jessie down the street

needed help peeling an orange.

Hmm? Long story short,

we ended up on the wrong side

of the Black Muck Mountains -- hostile territory.

An army of mud goblins 200 strong

chased us to the ends of the Earth.

Hmph. And how little Jessie

is safe at home eating a freshly peeled orange.

Actually, she's neck deep in the Black Swamp of Darkness.

Aah!!

There was nothing I could do.

Well, you better get your butt back to that swamp

before nightfall and --

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll take care of it.

But first I've got a much bigger problem to deal with.

[ Splat! ]

Namely -- my new underwear!

They're way too tight.

[ Groans ]

It's awful, Mr. Gus.

They're permanently wedged in my butt!

Ugh! See?

Huh? [ Straining ]

What the...

Pizza Steve, my underwear won't come off!

It's horrible!

How would you handle a problem like this, Pizza Steve?

Well, if Pizza Steve wasn't hardwired to be flawless

all the time,

he would do what everyone else with a problem would do --

ask Uncle G for help.

But I'm Uncle Grandpa, and I don't have the answer!

[ Sighs ]

If only I had an Uncle Grandpa.

[ Crash ]

Good morning! Huh?

Hey. Who are you?

I'm your Uncle Grandpa.

I have an Uncle Grandpa?

Uh-huh.

Okay.

So, what seems to be the problem, Uncle Grandpa?

Well, I bought this new pair of underwear,

and don't get me wrong -- I love them and all --

but now I can't get them off.

Tight underwear, huh?

Easiest thing in the world.

All's we got to do is loosen them up.

With what?

Two words -- Greece.

Uncle Grandpa, you were right.

This relaxing vacation in Greece definitely loosened me up.

But I got to be honest -- my underwear's still too tight.

Huh? Wha?

Wait. You know what?

I got this all wrong.

We don't need the country Greece,

we need pizza grease!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Let me get this straight.

You need my pizza grease for what?!

We need pizza grease so my underwear will get

slippery and slide off.

If you think for one minute that I'm --

Aah!

All right, you ready, Pizza Steve?

Absolutely not!

Okay, good. Here we go.

Wait! No!

No, no, no, no, no, please, no!

Aah!

[ Squelch! ]

[ Chuckles ]

Pizza Steve, thank you for your service.

[ Groaning ]

Your underwear should be slippery enough now,

Uncle Grandpa.

Okay! Here goes.

Wah! Huh? Nyah! Huh?

[ Grunting ]

[ Sighs ]

Now they're too slippery to take off!

No need to worry.

We can offset the pizza grease with an anti-greasing agent.

In this case, I'm talking about mustard.

Mr. Gus: Uh, hang on, boys.

You ain't making a big mess with mustard now.

I just finished cleaning all the R.V. all over again.

Don't worry, Mr. Gus. We won't.

Well, all right, then.

[ Squeak! ]

Psst. Hey, Belly Bag, do you still have my mustard hydrant?

Well, it "must-ard" be in here somewhere!

Good one, Belly Bag!

[ Both laugh ]

Waah!

Okay, back to business.

Here we go!

Aah!

Just a little dab'll do ya!

[ Squelch, pop! ]

Okay. Try taking your underwear off now, Uncle Grandpa.

[ Straining ]

They still won't come off.

The mustard didn't work.

Huh. Okay. Let's try ketchup.

Belly Bag, time for the ketchup fire hose.

Waah!

Let 'er rip!

[ Whiffling! ]

Ugh!

[ Laughing ]

Aaaand cut it!

Okay, Uncle Grandpa!

[ Pop, splash! ]

[ Straining ]

They're still stuck!

Still stuck?

Geez Louise.

I hate to say this, but I'm all out of ideas.

Out of ideas?

You mean I'm gonna be stuck in this underwear forever?

I'm afraid so.

I mean, normally I'm great at solving

these kind of problems, but I guess your Uncle Grandpa

let you down.

I'm so sorry.

Man: Well, maybe I could help.

Both: Huh?

Good morning! [ Chuckles ]

Who are you?

Hi, fellas. Wait a minute.

I have two Uncle Grandpas now?

No, you only have one Uncle Grandpa.

I'm his Uncle Grandpa.

I have an Uncle Grandpa?

Uh-huh.

So, what seems to be the problem?

Well, Uncle Grandpa's underwear won't come off.

We tried grease, mustard, and ketchup, but none of it worked.

Mm-hmm. Hmm...

Well, there's only one thing left to try now.

What's that?

Relish!

Okay, on the count of three.

One, eight, three!

[ Squeak, Ooze! ]

[ Both breathing heavily ]

Your underwear should easily slide off now,

Uncle Grandpa.

Okay!

[ Straining ]

This is getting out of hand.

Tell me about it. I mean, what are they

gonna try next -- barbecue sauce?

Let's try barbecue sauce!

That didn't work, either!

"Lil' Cheese," it's time for an intervention.

So, I think we should start all over again

and use mustard, only this time, we'll try the spicy kind.

Okay, sounds great.

Uncle Grandpa, we need to talk.

Sure thing, Mr. Gus.

I mean in private. You guys mind?

Oh, no, not at all.

Go right ahead, Mr. Gus.

Excuse us for one moment.

Uncle Grandpa, your Uncle Grandpa

and his Uncle Grandpa have got to go.

Yeah, bro!

They're ruining the R.V.!

But they're helping me with my underwear.

Really? And how's that working out for you?

Uh...well... it's, uh...

I'll tell you how it's working out!

It ain't!

Maybe you're right.

And that's why you need to get those two clowns

out of the R.V.!

Hey, those two clowns are my Uncle Grandpa

and his respective Uncle Grandpa,

and Uncle Grandpas stick together

until problems are solved.

[ Panting ]

Okay, fellas, what's next?

Uncle Grandpa: Blueberry syrup!

[ Squirt! Splat! ]

Okay. That didn't work, either!

[ Both sigh ]

On the bright side, I know exactly how to handle this.

You know, we haven't tried mayonnaise yet.

Oh, good call.

Let's try that.

Mayo ain't gonna work,

but I got an idea that'll do the trick.

If it were suggested by an Uncle Grandpa, maybe.

Anyways, back to mayonnaise.

100 of these king-size bottles ought to do the trick.

What if I told you I'm all of y'all's Uncle Grandpa.

All: Huh?

Yep. All y'all's Uncle Grandpa.

Mr. Gus? I had no idea!

Well, in that case, we'll do whatever you say.

[ Truck beeping ]

Okay, Uncle Grandpa, go ahead and hug that tree.

Okay.

Now what?

I'm gonna muscle these underwear right off,

so whatever you do, don't let go.

Whatever you say, Uncle Grandpa.

Okay, Uncle Grandpa, step on it!

[ Tires screech ]

[ Straining ]

Aah!!

Aah!!

[ Goblins snarling ]

Aah!!

Uncle Grandpa, you came back to save me!

Hey, Jessie! Yeah, I guess I did.

Now, if only I could save myself

from my stupid tighty-whities.

[ Blink! ]

[ Sighs ] It's no use.

[ Gasps ] My underwear! It came off!

It finally came off!

Uh...

Well, the R.V. engine's completely flooded.

Looks like we're stuck down here.

That's nothing you can't fix, Uncle Grandpa.

After all, your underwear plan worked like a charm.

The thing is, I'm not really all y'all's Uncle Grandpa.

You're not?

Nah. I just said that

to stop the R.V. from becoming a giant mess.

But it looks like my idea backfired.

If only I had an Uncle Grandpa to get us all out of here.

Man: You do.

[ Gasps ]

[ Pounding ]

Well, it looks like

everything turned out all right in the end.

The only question now is how the heck are we gonna

clean up all this sticky swamp sludge?

I say we try mustard.

All: Aah!

Uncle Grandpa: Mustard didn't work!

'Kay. Let's try ketchup.

Are you sure my keys aren't in there?

Yep, I'm sure!

Well, they've got to be around here somewhere.

I just had them.

Keys?! My keys?!

Where are my keys?!

[ Muffled ] Oh, there they are.

[ Theme music plays ]

That was quite delicious.