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Previously on Young Sheldon... So I told my folks

about the baby.

And?

They told me I'm on my own.

They want nothing to do with me.

Give it a minute. They still might come around.

I didn't even get to the part where the father's 17 years old.

Something fun for next time.

Welcome to King Kong Comics. I'm Missy.

If you have any questions, please let me know.

I don't have any questions,

I know more about comic books than you do.

Cool. If you need something,

I'll be at the front counter... where I work.

MANDY: This is nice.

Yep. But it's not a date.

Just dinner. Right.

For two people having a baby. Georgie...

Who recently spent a night of lovemaking together.

Please stop.

I just want to know what we're doing here.

We're having dinner,

and I'm ordering two desserts.

Don't complicate it.

Oh, no.

What?

My parents.

Cool. Should we say hi?

We should run.

(quiet chatter)

Oh, just stop it.

♪ Nobody else is stronger than I am ♪

♪ Yesterday I moved a mountain ♪

♪ I bet I could be your hero ♪

♪ I am a mighty little man ♪

♪ I am a mighty little man. ♪

Hi, Mom.

Dad.

Amanda.

Hey, sweetie.

This is my, uh...

This is Georgie.

Hey, nice to meet y'all.

Okay.

So, this is the father?

Mm-hmm. Proud father.

Very proud.

How old are you?

In March, I'll be... Georgie actually

manages a laundromat.

He's very successful.

My dad runs his own business, too.

Really? What do you do?

I own the tire shop up over there on...

How old are you?

Well, old enough to know better. (chuckles)

Most important is, I'm here

for Mandy and the baby whether we're a couple or not.

Wait, now hold on a second, y'all ain't together?

Good question.

You are or you aren't? Which is it?

That's our business.

Well... it is her life.

The bill is paid.

We're leaving.

It was nice to meet you.

Yeah, you too.

Jim. All right.

You think they liked me?

ADULT SHELDON: In the world of collecting,

I'm what's known as a completist.

For example, I own every gauge of model train

from the mighty "G,"

to the tiny "T."

Look at how cute it is, I just want to eat it up.

However, the downside of being a completist

is when something's missing,

it's like an itch you can't scratch,

even if you own a complete set

of Justice League back scratchers...

which I do.

In this case that itch was the comic book issue

Doom Patrol and Suicide Squad Special #1.

What do you mean, you sold it?

Somebody gave me money,

and I gave them the comic book.

That's kind of how things work here.

But there was a note on file.

If one became available,

it was supposed to be held for me.

Sorry.

But there was a note on file.

I didn't see a note.

Did you even check the file?

I can't help you. The comic is gone.

Well, who'd you sell it to?

I don't know, some guy.

Which guy?

Some weird guy.

That doesn't narrow it down, and you know it.

How was your dinner with Mandy?

We ran into her parents.

Oh, and how did that go?

About as weird as you'd think.

Hmm. They still don't want anything to do with her?

Nope. She was pretty upset.

Poor thing.

Were you mad at Mom for getting pregnant?

Oh, yeah.

Did you stop talking to her?

Hell no, I wanted her to hear how pissed off I was.

But all that being mad at her

just was a waste of time.

What made you come around?

I guess you showing up.

I do have a natural charm, don't I?

You did,

and then you learned to talk.

(chuckles) (telephone rings)

MAN: Hello?

Hello, Nathan. Sheldon Cooper.

Oh, hey. How's it going?

Terrible, thank you for asking.

I understand that you recently purchased

Doom Patrol Suicide Squad Special Issue #1

from King Kong Comics.

Yeah, I've been trying to track it down forever.

Me too. They were supposed to hold it for me.

I had a note on file.

The girl there didn't say anything.

That "girl there" is my sister,

and she should have because I had a note on file.

Your sister works there? That's so cool.

If it was cool, I would have

Doom Patrol Suicide Squad Special Issue #1.

Yeah, I have it. It's great.

Let me buy it from you.

Ooh. Sorry, little man. No can do.

Please, it's the only thing I need

to complete my collection.

I'll tell you what,

you know Secret Wars #8?

When Spider-Man receives his black costume?

Yeah, I'm familiar.

Yeah, well, I need it

to complete my collection.

Find it and Suicide Squad is yours.

You got it.

Ciao.

ADULT SHELDON: I was on a mission.

All I had to do was

turn to the power of the Internet for help.

(line ringing)

(modem screeching)

Unfortunately in 1992,

that power had a long way to go.

(clears throat)

(modem static)

(beeps and static)

I do kind of miss that sound.

(air impact wrench whirring)

Hey, Mr. McAllister, remember me?

You're kind of hard to forget.

Thank you. I was hoping we could talk.

Oh, uh, yeah.

You know, this might not be the best time...

What's he doing here?

Oh, hey.

You work here, too. Hi.

He wanted to talk. Great.

Let's talk about how we busted our butts

to send Amanda to college,

give her opportunities we never had,

and now she's knocked up

and right back in Medford.

Let's talk about that.

Well, my meemaw likes to say

that every baby brings a little luck.

Yeah, that's... what she likes to say.

Look, I know you're not happy about it,

but you're gonna have a grandkid.

And cutting Mandy out ain't gonna change that.

He's not wrong.

Well, he's not right either.

You know, it doesn't necessarily have to be a bad thing.

My mom got pregnant with me

before she and my dad got married.

So you're gonna marry my daughter?

Well, if she'd stop saying "No."

Well, that's something.

Jim. All right.

Why won't she marry you? What's wrong with you?

Hmm. Tough to say.

Maybe I'm too ambitious and put work first sometimes.

You know what, I do the same thing.

I do.

Well, it was lovely to see you both.

Maybe someday you can tell me more

about the tire business. I bet it's fascinating.

Oh, well, I'd like that.

You know, my son takes no interest in it.

His loss.

Goodbye, Mr. Cooper.

Goodbye, ma'am.

Steel-belted radials, who came up with that?

Oh, that was Michelin.

Oh, yeah. There you go.

(laughs)

He asked.

Sheldon...

Hello.

Are you comfortable? Can I get you anything?

I wouldn't say no to a water.

I wasn't being sincere. Why are you at my desk?

I needed to use your modem to check my bulletin board.

Why can't you use the library?

Then I wouldn't get to see you, silly.

Ooh, I got a response.

Someone named RedWolf

has the comic I'm looking for.

Oh, joy. Oh, dear.

Someone named Sucka MC just offered to buy it.

Riveting.

RedWolf sold it. This is a disaster.

That's too bad. Move.

(frustrated groan)

These message boards are so frustrating.

You have to post what you're looking for,

then hope someone responds,

and then hope you see the reply

before they sell it to someone named Sucka MC.

Oh, you're frustrated? I'm sorry.

I can only imagine what that feels like.

Too bad there's not a comic book database

so I could search through it and find what I'm looking for.

Well, CERN has something similar.

You can search a database of scientific papers.

But there's no database for comic books.

You should make one. Somewhere else.

Mmm, sounds like a lot of work.

Or does it sound like a lot of fun?

Go find out.

Do you want to do it with me?

Only if you share credit, and my name comes first.

Never mind.

I knew that would work.

What the hell were you thinking?

What'd you do?

What'd I do?

You went and talked to my folks behind my back?

Oh, Georgie.

I was trying to patch things up between 'em.

That's none of your business.

Our baby's gonna be their grandkid.

So?

So we're gonna need free babysitters.

He's got you on that one.

(sighs) They cut me off.

If they want to be a part of this kid's life,

then they can start by apologizing.

I don't know, your mom don't seem like

the apologetic type of gal.

Oh, so now you're the expert on my parents?

I got a handle on your dad. Your mom, she's a tougher nut.

She kind of reminds me of you.

You think that was smart or dumb?

Dumb.

Missy, I need to speak with your manager.

I didn't mean to sell your stupid comic book.

It's not about that,

although I'm still upset about that,

and will be for as long as I live.

Then why do you need to talk to him for?

I have a business proposal.

It touches on the burgeoning field of informatics

and could revolutionize... Nigel!

(sighs)

What are you doing?

Oh, you know, just one of them days.

Put that back.

I'll split it with you.

No.

Fine.

What's going on?

Mandy's pissed at me.

I believe that.

Pretty sure her folks are, too.

She introduced you to her folks?

Mmm, I sort of introduced myself to them,

and it didn't go great.

Well, you're ass ain't full of buckshot,

so it could have gone worse.

I don't know, it feels pretty bad.

Your Pop Pop decked me once.

No. Oh, yeah.

Got me good. But it all worked out.

He end up liking you?

He died.

So if you let me build a searchable database

of all your titles, then theoretically,

anyone in the world can see your inventory.

That sounds all right.

All right? This is revolutionary.

Other comic book stores will follow suit,

and someday, if you want to find

Doom Patrol and Suicide Squad Special Issue #1,

then all you'll have to do is type it in.

I just sold one of those.

Despite the note on file,

but that's water under the bridge.

So you're gonna input my whole inventory free of charge?

Yes. Well, can you do it

at night so you're not in the way?

My bedtime is 9:30, so that's a solid two hours.

Well, there's a lot of comics here.

How long is this gonna take?

This is quite the undertaking. Would you like to help?

You got it.

Missy, you're working late tonight.

(sighs): Freaking Sheldon.

Can't believe this is how I'm spending my night.

I know, alone in a comic book store.

A dream come true.

Your dreams are sad.

Hmm. At least they've been realized.

So what do we got to do?

We just need to take every comic book

and input the title and issue number into the computer.

Fine, I'll call them out, you type them up.

New Teen Titans #42.

Got it.

New Teen Titans #43.

Got it.

New Mutants #87.

Why would New Mutants be next to New Teen Titans?

Because they both start with "New"?

But one's Marvel and the other's DC.

Would you put Aquaman and Sub-Mariner next to each other?

I don't know, they could talk about fish.

This is madness.

I have to fix this.

Aren't we here to type stuff into the computer?

There's no reason we can't do both.

It's gonna take forever.

We could use some help.

A comic book store after hours.

It's a dream come true.

And we get to organize it.

We don't have to.

Don't listen to her,

she doesn't appreciate the dream.

(doorbell rings)

May I help you?

Are you Mary Cooper?

I am, and you are?

Jim McAllister.

I'm Mandy's dad.

Oh! Oh...

George!

Okay, so we're agreed,

we'll have Marvel over here, DC over there,

and indies in the back.

But within each section, how do we organize them?

Alphabetical, by title.

But then you'd have Amazing Spiderman in the A's,

Spectacular Spiderman in the S's,

and Web of Spiderman in the W's.

You see the insanity.

Okay. So we'll do it alphabetical by character.

But then we file Superman's Pal, Jimmy Olsen

under "J" for "Jimmy" or "S" for "Superman"?

How about under "I" for I'm going home.

What if we go crazy and organize them by artist?

All the Steve Ditkos in one place? 'Nuff said.

Yeah.

So, Jim, your daughter is just lovely.

Oh, thanks. And, uh, your son seems...

...brave.

Brave, dumb,

it's a coin toss.

What can we help you with?

Oh, well, uh, I got some money here,

and I was just hoping y'all could give it to Mandy.

She's just right across the street at my mom's.

You could give it to her yourself.

Oh, no, I couldn't do that and stay married.

Sounds like we got the same wife.

George. (laughs)

Just trying to lighten the mood, honey.

I-I'll make sure she gets it.

Thank you.

I'm sure your wife will come around eventually.

Well, I'm hoping that when she sees the baby,

that ice cube in her chest might start to melt.

Yep, same wife.

Come on, it's funny.

So, you can just type in

whatever comic you're looking for,

and the computer will tell you who has it?

Once enough people enter their inventories

in the database, yes.

That's really cool.

Would you say it's revolutionary?

I would.

Will you?

It's revolutionary.

Thanks.

Could it be used to catalog other things?

Yes, the applications are endless.

So there could be a database of,

I don't know, available women?

Available for what?

At this point, anything.

Ooh, there could be ones for scientific grants.

Yeah, or my idea.

Finding grants is such a time-consuming process.

If there was a centralized database,

it would change the research landscape entirely.

Yeah, that's cool, I guess.

And many grants never get applied for

because people don't know about them,

so this would be good for the grantor and the grantee.

Well, shouldn't we finish this first?

This idea is too big to wait.

I got to go. Will you lock up?

(door bells jingle)

I'm gonna steal so much stuff.

(knock on door)

What?

I was wrong, go ahead and yell at me.

It's not up to you. I decide when I'm gonna yell.

Okay, which way you leaning?

What the hell is wrong with you? You went to his store?

Is it his? 'Cause your mom

seems to be calling all the shots.

(sighs)

Is that my dad's truck?

Well, Mandy's not gonna apologize to her mom,

and her mom's not gonna apologize to her,

so I got to figure out some way to broker the peace.

Maybe we could have everyone over here for dinner.

Mary, when has that ever worked?

Food is healing, George.

You should know.

Hey. What? I'm just lightening the mood.

(door opens)

What are you doing here?

Oh, hi, sweetie.

Yeah, hi. What are you doing here?

Mandy, your mom and dad miss you.

Then they should be talking to me.

Well, you know how stubborn your mom can be.

Too well.

But, uh...

maybe she's not the only one being stubborn.

(scoffs) Excuse me?

I came to you for help and you kicked me out.

Okay, how about we all take a breath.

Ooh, I could make brownies. Mary.

Look, this is my life.

If y'all want to be a part of it,

you know where to find me.

Yeah.

Oh, don't help me.

Good to see you, Mr. McAllister.

MANDY: Quit following me.

Food would have helped.

So, as you can see on the chart on page 34,

the amount of time spent searching for grants

would be cut by 80%.

Do you see what this could do for the scientific community?

Yes. We could charge an access fee

to every university on the planet,

and I can retire on a yacht in the Bahamas.

You're missing the point.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Uh, good for science. I love it.

So, our next step is we get legal involved

and start drawing up the contracts.

Shouldn't we build a working prototype first

to prove it's viable?

Well, do you think it's viable?

I do. Well, that's good enough for me.

I'll call legal.

Wait, what should I do?

Uh...

Here's a dollar.

Go get yourself a Yoo-hoo on me.

All right.