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Why, yes, I will have more potatoes!

[ Cow moos ]

Mr. Gus: Aw, yes!

Nothing like a cold root beer in the middle of the day.

[ Grunts ]

Oh, yeah, son!

All the kids around the world

have been helped, and it's barely 2 P.M.!

Wow!

We got almost the whole day to do anything we please!

Oh! I've got an idea.

We can try to win an award for drinking

the most root beer in a day, and then

use the award money to help fellow man.

Or we can sit back all day and drink our root beer

to the relaxing sounds of Stravinsky.

Or we could invite some friends over

to sit in a hot tub full of root beer with us!

That last one ain't bad, little cheese.

Only person I know who can top these ideas is Uncle Grandpa.

What do you say, Uncle Grandpa?

Got any ideas for the day -- root beer related or otherwise?

Yeah, Uncle G, what great ideas do you got cooking

in that crazy brain today?

Uh... [ Fart noise ]

Sorry, guys, I got nothing.

You feeling okay, Uncle Grandpa?

Yeah, you usually love coming up with the ideas.

I feel fine.

But for some reason, I can't have a good idea.

I can't have a bad idea. I can't have any idea!

Why is that, Uncle G?

I have no idea.

[ Sobbing ]

Man, it's kind of hard to get excited about our ideas

seeing as Uncle Grandpa is in an idea funk of some sort.

Yeah, this is the same guy who had the genius idea

to open an Uncle Grandpa-Land theme park on a whim.

And the same guy who brilliantly hired

a 24-hour clown service for our entertainment.

[ Slide whistle toots ]

Not right now, Swirly. [ Sobbing continues ]

We got to inspire Uncle G to have ideas again.

[ Sobbing ]

It may not be as enjoyable as a root beer-filled hot tub,

but it's the right thing to do.

[ Sobbing ]

Okay. We got our work cut out for us.

We need to inspire Uncle Grandpa to have an idea.

He's going to need a strong example.

What better example than Pizza Steve?!

Watch, Uncle G!

Why don't people eat cheesy poofs with chopsticks?

You'll never deal with cheesy fingers again!

Why not make election day a national holiday,

thereby getting higher voter turnout?

Uh...

Come on, Uncle Grandpa!

What if...

What if, uh...

What if...

[ Chicken squawks ]

Aw, pickle juice!

What now?

Relaxation always gets my ideas flowing.

Perhaps you just need a massage, Uncle Grandpa --

a brain massage.

Here.

[ Squeaking ]

Hey! This feels kind of nice!

Any ideas yet?

Nope.

Okay, step aside, Mr. Gus.

[ Grunts ] Aah!

Are you ready to relax?

Uh...

I said, "Are you ready to relax?!"

Let's have an idea!

[ Groaning ]

Feeling the ideas yet?

[ Groans ] I'm feeling something.

How about a deep tissue massage?

[ Grunting ]

For some deep thoughts!

[ Grunting ]

Mamma mia!

How about now? Let's hear an idea.

Uh...

Hey!

Tiny Miracle,

why are you putting up Christmas lights?!

It's summer!

Did somebody say "Christmas miracle?"

What the heck is with all this stuff?

And why do you have my chili cooker?

We're going to use a shaman's approach

to summon an idea from Uncle G

by making an enlightened elixir!

And, the chili cooker

is 'cause I couldn't find the cauldron.

Something gives me a bad feeling about this.

[ Squawks ]

Okay, we got one 60-watt light bulb,

one tablespoon of Ginkgo leaves,

one tablespoon,

a collection of Mr. Gus' rare philosophy journals.

Hey!

One can of hamster milk, one square root.

[ Squawks ]

One ceremonial chicken feather,

and the antlers of a small elk mouse.

Just got to crank the heat up a bit.

[ Squawks ]

All right, Uncle G.

Just take a swig of this and let the ideas flow!

Okay.

Hey!

I'm actually starting to feel something.

I think it might be working!

I think...

[ Rumbles ] Uh-oh.

Well, so much for that idea.

Must've been those Ginkgo leaves.

Hey, hurry up in there!

Yeah, Uncle Grandpa really has to go!

[ Roars ]

Dude, I totally give up.

Yeah, I'm totally out of ideas

to get Uncle Grandpa to have ideas.

I got just one last bulb.

[ Grunts ]

I know, we could buy an idea!

Buy an idea? You know that's not something

you can just pick up at your local Mart-mart.

True.

Hmm...

What about that guy...

uh, Sketchy Stanley?

He sells everything!

I don't know, Pizza Steve.

He seems like trouble.

Well, do you have a better idea?

[ Sighs ]

Fine. Let's go.

Hey, ha, Sketchy Stanley!

Just Stanley.

Anything in particular you're looking for?

I got watches.

Or maybe some cans of hamster milk, hmm?

Or some bootleg DVDs?

By the way, the first pun is free,

any other puns will cost you. Any questions?

Why do they call you Sketchy Stanley?

That'll be five bucks. We were hoping that...

you had some ideas.

Yeah, I got plenty.

Listen, we don't want anything too philosophical or scientific.

We on a budget.

Hmm... How about an artistic one?

No abstract ideas.

Eh, okay, okay, okay.

How about this?

Oh, a rough idea.

No, thanks.

Ugh. I got one of these...

[ Angelic choir sings ] Hey, hey!

What's the bright idea?! Put that away!

You want us to get caught over here?

Come to think of it, I got this one on sale.

A foggy idea. We'll take it!

Thank you, Stanley.

And 20 bucks for the puns.

You're killing me, Stan.

Let's test it out. [ Ding! ]

What if we had a 24-hour clown service?

Hey! Wait a second!

Uncle Grandpa, didn't you have this idea?

These are stolen! Uncle Grandpa was robbed!

Where's he going?!

Um, no, no, no. Um, nowhere!

Oh, no! He stole ourideas, too!

Get him!

[ Ding! ] Aha!

Flush him out!

Where'd he go?

Beats me. How do we find him?

Um...

I don't know.

[ Groans ] This is all my fault!

[ Sobs ] I'm sorry, guys!

Now you don't have any bulbs, either.

But, Uncle Grandpa, we --

No, Mr. Gus. It's true.

We're back where we started.

Uncle G, you're scaring me, bro.

This whole episode -- me trying to get inspired,

you guys helping out -- it was all a bad idea.

No, don't look up. Don't look up!

Oh, an idea.

[ Ding! ]

Whoa! What a great idea!

What is it, Uncle Grandpa?

We should end this episode.

Hey!

How about a little privacy?!

Time to make some delicious, golden-brown toast!

And you'd better not burn it again, Mr. Toaster...

Nobody likes burnt toast!

Now, down you go!

♪ Doot da do do do ♪

♪ Da doot do do ♪

♪ Do do do do do ♪

So what's been new with you, Belly Bag?

Oh, nice of you to ask!

It's been a while since anyone's shown me any attention.

What is taking this toast so long?!

What the hooey?! Where'd my toast go?!

I knew this toaster was no good!

Here I come!

Wait for me!

[ Grunts ]

[ Tires screech ]

Belly Bag, what's the "Earth's Core?"

I'm pretty sure we're headed to the center of the Earth.

Ah, I got to catch my toast before it burns!

Uh-oh! Things are heating up!

Slow down, will you!

Mr. Earth's Core, sir, I found another slice

of bread near your lava moat, sir.

Hmm, give it here.

That's like the fourth one this week!

Guess I'd better incinerate it.

Wait! Could I have that bread back

just toasted slightly golden brown?

Why shouldn't I just watch it burn?

Uh...because you have core values?

Mr. Gus, Mr. Gus! I got you your favorite!

Some delicious golden-brown toast!

Oh, no, thanks, Uncle Grandpa.

I don't care much for sourdough bread.

Sick burn.

[ Upbeat music plays ]

That was quite delicious.