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Face it, Franny.

You've got a brown thumb, and not the sexy kind.

I can't even raise a tomato.

What if I wanted to raise children someday?

Having trouble growing a garden?

Try a single plant.

Wait. Who said that?

I did.

Paul Rudd, on behalf of Ye Ol' Farmer's Almanac.

Oh! My Instagram was open.

If you're like me, you've tried all the fad gardening kits to no avail.

Now, try the one that works.

The Ye Ol' Farmer's Almanac.

A dense book filled with vague instructions

based off the position of the moon.

And you know it works because it's me telling you,

Paul Rudd, and I'm not a liar.

I'm an actor.

Watch.

Now, I'll act sad.

I have mastered nature!

I am stronger than God!

Good morning, USA

I got a feeling That it's gonna be a wonderful day.

The sun in the sky Has a smile on his face.

And he's shining a salute To the American race.

Oh, boy, it's swell to say.

Good morning, USA.

Good morning, USA.

You see Bev Di's latest post?

Another out-of-focus photo of scallops?

Man, that woman loves scallops.

And I love that she's still sticking with that hairstyle.

I mean, it's basically the Rachel.

Who are you guys talking about?

Bev DiVincenzo.

Best social media follow in the game.

What makes her so great?

She's a normal, sad person,

but she posts constantly

with the confidence of someone that has an actually interesting life.

Her life is so mundane and yet so specific, it draws you in.

She lives in Altoona, PA.

She works out at a non-judgmental gym.

She loves her Jeep Wrangler.

She has a boyfriend named Irv.

Every Cinco de Mayo, she posts a photo

of her famous wet, watery homemade salsa.

And her favorite nights are

when she's alone on her back patio with a cold bottle of Diet Coke

and the Pittsburgh Pirates playing on her iPad.

Oh! She just started using the term "YOLO."

It's her new "sister from another mister."

If you guys love her so much,

why don't you go see her in real life?

Altoona is only three hours away.

Hmm. Premium content.

I wouldn't be missed at work.

Bullock's using again.

She would be easy to find.

Are you two really thinking of driving three hours

to stalk a total stranger from Facebook?

That settles it.

We're doing it.

- Come on, Hayley. - Yes!

They both have diarrhea?

Check it out.

The first veggie from my garden.

Nice, Mom.

Jesus, man, calm down.

I'm going to make restaurant-quality food with them,

like they do at restaurants.

I know a great recipe for truly authentic Louisiana jambalaya

I learned from a blind bayou man.

It was back in the '80s during Mardi Gras.

I'd been drinking for nine or 10 hours with no luck

when a girl flashed eff-me eyes right as she walked out the back door.

I followed her down the alley, and then for miles.

All the way out to the bayou.

It was only there I realized

she was a raccoon.

A male raccoon, and he had led me into a trap.

I was a goner.

But then, out of nowhere, a blind bayou man saved me.

He took me back to his shack

and prepared me life-nourishing jambalaya,

teaching me the recipe along the way.

Hold up.

You were trying to bone a raccoon?

Is that what you're saying?

Steve, you're totally missing one of the two points of my story.

I know how to make truly authentic jambalaya

as taught to me by a blind bayou man.

Count me out.

I'm on a deadline.

I didn't know you had a new project, Klaus.

Yeah, I'm writing a new blockbuster movie for John Cena,

but I only have four days to do it.

That's when he has a book signing at the Langley Book Hole.

I'm going to present him with the script and convince him to be in it.

I love John Cena.

I didn't know he was an author.

Oh, yeah. Great author.

I'm actually slowly working my way through his new one right now

because I don't want it to end.

Well, jambalaya, Can I help with your script?

Are you serious?

I was a huge fan of the porno you and Roger wrote back in Season 4.

All right!

You're getting in at the right time, too.

I'm at the top of page one.

Well, I'm glad you're excited to cook my veggies, Roger.

Only problem is

I'm having a little trouble remembering that recipe.

Well, I was originally thinking of cooking...

I know how I can remember!

You know how in college if you go to class drunk

and then take the final drunk, you remember everything and ace it?

No.

I just have to get back to that exact same drunk headspace I was in,

in that bayou in '86.

Honestly, Roger, if you can't remember...

No, no, I can get there.

Do you remember the recipe?

Roger, you're pissing in my colander.

I can't believe we're in the same town as Bev DiVincenzo.

Here's Susie's Meal Box.

The best chicken Caesar salad in the world.

There's her non-judgmental gym.

Oh, my God, it's Bev. It's Bev!

Roger!

Roger, you destroyed my garden.

I remember the jambalaya recipe.

"In walks the lead."

Brevin Docent.

Whoa. Sick name.

We got to give him a deep character.

Women want to sleep with him

and guys want to sleep with him.

Yes.

His ass looks hard, but also soft.

His eyes are like two rhinestones in a bowl of heavy cream.

He's a guy you want to have a beer with.

But when he's having a beer,

he's doing nuclear physics in a notebook.

Yes.

He fosters sick cats

and makes girls climax, like, 18 times a night.

Klaus,

this is really good.

Oh, my God, Francine, there you are.

I figured it all out.

How we can raise funds to fix your garden.

I wasn't really worried about the money part.

The answer was right in front of us the whole time.

Jambalaya.

We'll use a portion of the profits from the restaurant to fix your garden.

What restaurant?

The jambalaya restaurant.

That's what all the veggies and seafood are for, silly.

- I don't wanna... - Holy crap. Look what was in the shrimp!

It's a frozen alligator.

I wonder if it was frozen alive, like Encino Man.

What if this is an Encino Man situation, Francine?

We better defrost it.

I think that's the new front of the restaurant.

New what of the huh?

You ordered the old bayou porch?

Where you want it?

That'll work.

- Right? - Roger, that's where my garden was.

She had a garden.

Now we have a restaurant.

Oh, my God, he's alive.

I'm going to name him Julius.

Doesn't he look like a Julius?

I don't know, Roger.

I don't know what a Julius looks like.

All I can picture is a little roaming guy

or a Philadelphia 76er.

Roger, I don't want you running a restaurant out of the house.

You're the one who wanted to open a restaurant.

No.

I said I wanted to make a restaurant-quality dish

with vegetables from my garden.

Oh, my God, enough about your dumb garden.

It was covered in throw-up.

And anyway, it's too late,

because I sent Rogu to the wharf with a bunch of flyers,

and his cute ass always pulls in business.

So, that's it?

The house is now a restaurant?

Whoa! Francine, your tone!

It's upsetting Julius.

God, he's soft.

You should feel how soft he...

He keeps me quick.

Stan's gonna kill us both

if he comes back to a restaurant in his living room.

You're always so worried about what Stan thinks.

I'm starting to think you like him,

maybe even more than the restaurant.

Much more, because I don't like the restaurant at all.

And there it is.

You were right, Julius.

I hate to do this, but Julius and I have been talking,

and we don't think you're dedicated to the restaurant.

I have to fire you.

You are no longer an employee of Julius' Bayou Bistro.

I was never an employee of Julius' Bayou Bistro.

And that's a dumb name.

Too far!

Just get your stuff and go.

This is my stuff!

This is all my stuff!

Where are we?

Oh, my God.

You guys had quite the crash.

Lucky I was driving by. Local hospital is a bunch of dip shits.

I'll get you back on your feet.

I'm Bev DiVincenzo.

I'm just glad you guys didn't die.

You know what they say, "YOLO."

Rogu.

Everyone's ready and you haven't plated a single bowl of jambalaya?

Rogu in weeds.

I'm starting to think all that restaurant experience

on your application was a lie.

You wrote Rogu résumé.

You got me there.

Well, at least we can count on Julius.

Perfect, as always.

And as soon as Rogu is ready with the jambalaya...

Ready.

Now, I just don't know what to believe, Rogu.

Showtime.

Jambalaya, jambalaya.

If you want something good Eat as much as you can.

Jambalaya, jambalaya

I learned this recipe From a little blind man.

And now, it is my pleasure to introduce the beating heart of this restaurant.

His name is on the front for a reason.

Julius!

Excuse me. Sorry. Did not rehearse this.

Whoa! Hope someone brought two figs and a coin purse,

because that's what I just felt.

Ow! My shin!

Jesus! That one stopped me dead in my tracks.

Got it.

Just give me a second.

Okay, I'm good.

Julius!

And feel how soft he is.

Yay, three cheers for Julius and his great restaurant.

That's the softest alligator I've ever felt.

How much would you

sell him for?

For Julius?

Never, creep.

Everything has a price.

I would be buying him for only

good purposes, of course. Mmm.

Hey, you're a real weirdo.

Out of here, buddy.

If you change your mind,

you can find me at the big, scary animal wallet factory

at the edge of town.

Now, who's ready for more jambalaya?

Now, who's ready for Avatar 2?

I can't hear you.

This is James Cameron.

Just like always,

all I wanted to do was cook my vegetables

and now Roger's running a restaurant out of our living room

with his new pet alligator,

Julius.

God.

I'd love to see Roger's face

if something ever happened to stupid Julius.

That's it!

I'm going to make something happen to stupid Julius.

Oh, my God, will you shut up?

You've been ranting for hours.

I'm not stopping you from writing your dumb script.

Be my guest.

Okay, Steve, it's the climax.

The bad guys still have the kid.

What if the hero skydives in,

the bad guys, stunned by how beautiful and cool.

Brevin Docent, played by John Cena, is,

simply stand there,

and he mows them all down with a machine gun?

Holy cow.

They just stare at him as he shoots them?

That's stupid!

- Get her out of here! - Mom!

Fine. Whatever.

This room sucks.

Your story sucks.

She's a hater, Steve.

She's a hater.

But what if she's right?

Well, sounds like you'll be playing basketball again in no time.

Hey, what are you doing, telling Bev your legs are feeling better?

Why wouldn't I?

Because as soon as we're okay, Bev will kick us out,

and we can't leave until we witness her vacuum pack her winter clothes.

Your legs are okay?

Don't ruin this for me.

Hey, Bev,

you wouldn't happen to have any homemade salsa, would you?

No, I only make that on Cinco de Mayo.

But I guess I could make some now.

Also, I was thinking maybe a little fresh air would do us good.

I see you have a patio.

Yeah. We can sit out there tonight.

Oh, darn!

I was hoping to watch the Pirates game.

You guys didn't tell me you were Pirates fans.

I have an iPad we can watch it on.

Jambalaya!

Wow! Look at that hot guy, ya!

Now, it's time to meet the beating heart of this restaurant.

His name is on the front for a reason.

Julius.

Feel how soft he...

What the hell?

Jambalaya?

But where's Julius?

Someone knock out Rogu.

- Almost die. - Julius has been stolen.

It's printing.

We should have time to get to the bookstore.

So did you guys change your ending?

I swear to God, Francine...

Somebody took Julius.

Julius is missing.

Yo, bro, you got soup on our script.

Soup on your script?

Julius is missing!

Now, maybe you know what it feels like

when someone takes something you care about.

Francine,

did you have something to do with Julius' disappearance?

Yes.

I was going to throw him in Greg's pool,

but luckily, a creepy guy lurking in our bushes

offered to do it for me.

Oh, no! He's connected to that animal wallet factory.

Animal wallet factory?

Can you guys please take this anywhere else?

Where would an animal even put their wallet?

I mean, a kangaroo, I understand.

Oh, no. You got to believe me, Roger.

I didn't know I was putting Julius in danger.

Just forget it, Francine.

All I want right now is to walk into that building

and walk out with Julius safely intact.

And a brand-new wallet

made from an animal I have no emotional attachments to.

Like a famous show dog or something. I don't know.

Come on!

He's so soft.

Skin him.

No!

Get them!

We need a plan.

I meant to bring that up in the car.

"In that moment,

"Elbow Grease realized

"it would take more than all-wheel drive

"to get over the bridge.

"It would take love."

Wait, he writes children's books?

Didn't you say you were slowly working your way through one?

They're good books.

The main guy is a determined truck.

Hell yeah.

That's a book, bro.

That's a book.

Come on. We have a script to sell.

And act tough. John Cena can smell fear.

Hey, you need to be careful.

Bev seemed a little unsettled when you asked her

to make the macaroni salad she made for her aunt's funeral.

I said, "Would make for an aunt's funeral."

All right, a little mac salad.

How bad my Pirates losing?

Excellent.

Also, any chance we can get a little more

of this amazing wet, watery salsa?

Sure, I need to go in and call my boyfriend, Irv, anyway.

- Irv. - She's too good for Irv.

She should date that guy from her office.

The one she gives the big donut to, every year, on his birthday.

- Mark Matthews? - Mark Matthews.

Her work husband.

She's always posting about how it's not sexual,

but I think they could get there.

How do you know Mark Matthews?

What's going on?

You guys have been saying lots of weird stuff.

We'll always love you!

Please don't block us!

So you figured out we were making drugs.

What? No, honestly, we were just here for Julius.

So you aren't here to take down my huge cocaine operation?

Wow. That's a ton of cocaine.

Well, now you've definitely seen it, so I still have to kill you.

It's funny.

I was just saying,

I bet the only thing softer than an alligator wallet

would be a human one.

And now I get to find out.

If you had just let me cook my vegetables,

none of this would be happening.

But then we never would've met Julius.

Wouldn't you rather die with Julius

- than never have met him? - No!

Julius, look away.

What the hell is that?

Whoa! His eyes are like two rhinestones...

In a bowl of heavy cream.

Whoo! Who thinks this is stupid now, Francine?

How'd you get John Cena to save us?

He saw the jambalaya stain on our script and asked how it happened.

Oh, when Stu and Claude told me you had a missing alligator,

I had to help.

See, I once had a pet alligator.

Well, actually,

he was more of a best friend,

but I lost him

while scouting a shrimp factory for new Elbow Grease book.

Wait.

Julius?

It really is you.

Wait a second.

He was your alligator,

and we both named him Julius?

I guess he does

just look like a Julius.

God, I miss Julius.

Man.

It really hurts when you lose something you care about.

It's almost like you and your garden.

Actually,

it's exactly like that.

Francine,

I think I just learned a lesson.

I know I learned one.

- Trying to... - Oh, look!

The trailer for Julius and John Cena's new movie is up.

They stole the idea from Steve and Klaus, isn't that funny?

He's a nuclear physicist you'd want to get a beer with.

And he's an alligator you want to have sex with.

And together, they're bad news for the bad guys.

This fall, John Cena is Brevin Docent.

And introducing Julius as Julius.

Two geniuses from different genuses.

You're gonna want to this dude and this alligator!

Directed by James Cameron.