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My name is Marshall Teller.

I knew my new hometown was going to be different

from where I grew up in New Jersey,

but this is ridiculous.

Nobody believes me, but Eerie, Indiana,

is the center of weirdness for the entire planet.

[CAWING]

Item, Elvis lives on my paper route.

Thank you, little paperboy.

Item, Bigfoot eats out of my trash.

Item, even man's best friend is weird.

Still don't believe me? You will.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[KIDS LAUGHING]

MARSHALL: The World O' Stuff was overrun by barbarians.

Little barbarians.

If you gave these guys an island and no parents,

they'd be Lord of the Flies.

[SCREAMS]

It was every customer for himself.

Luckily I was just there to use the phone.

My bike had disappeared moments before and

I was calling my Mom for a ride home.

Yeah Mom, hey!

Yeah, guess what?

Radford, what's going on here?

Have you heard of the expression,

"You break it, you buy it?"

Yeah.

These guys are buying everything in the store.

[MOE BOB LAUGHING]

MARSHALL: Hey, you?

Who, me?

Yes, you.

What'd you think you're doing down there? Leave that girl alone.

Yeah! Boo!

[NATIVE INDIAN YELL]

Thanks.

Who do these Tasmanian Devils think they are anyway?

My brothers.

SARA: Moe Bob,

Lou Bob

and Bob Bob.

[GROWLS]

What's your name?

[MUMBLES]

What?

[AGGRESSIVELY] Sara Bob. My name is Sara Bob.

Okay, take it easy.

Oh, my name is Marshall. That's Simon.

Hi.

[YELLING]

Who's in charge here? Where's your mom?

She's...

She's traveling, yeah.

She's traveling around the world.

Oh, really?

I couldn't help but overhear your bike's missing?

Yeah.

How many speeds?

One.

It's a cruiser.

You really know how to draw.

No, I don't. I'm terrible.

That's it, all right.

But my bike doesn't have a flag like that.

No, I mean...

I like the flag too. It's really great.

Keep it.

You know, I think you're an artist.

A real one.

An artist?

Me?

You really think so?

No question about it.

Only you didn't sign it.

Artists always sign their stuff.

Gimme.

Hey, that's my last pencil.

Hey, Radford,

you got a pencil?

All I have left is this Eerie number two pencil.

Sold.

You still think I'm an artist?

Only you can prove it.

Sign your sketch.

SARA: Sara Bob.

Sara Bob changed when she signed her drawing.

By signing her name, she acquired some new power to be herself.

And that wasn't the only new power she acquired.

[HONKING]

Thanks.

Gotta go. That's my Mom.

Your Mom?

Yeah. See ya.

Mom...

Hey, look.

That's not your bike.

What's that flag doing on it?

When we saw my bike parked out front,

my mind was flooded.

Unanswered questions were playing tiddlywinks with my grey matter.

It looked like my bike, it felt like my bike...

I thought you said the bike was stolen.

Ugh, yeah.

MARSHALL: I don't know...

Well, I want you to get home.

You have some chores waiting for you, young man.

Okay, Mom.

Hi.

Hi.

Bye...

Mom?

Simon and I booked back to my house

with the bike and Sara Bob's drawing.

As usual, something weird was going on.

Maybe if we examined my bike,

we'd get my answers.

Uh-oh.

Unfortunately, Mom and Dad had other ideas.

I know, I know, I know.

Marshall, I thought we had an agreement.

We did, but I just haven't had time--

Look son, you've had nothing but excuses

for five Saturdays.

Now the agreement was that

you would paint the garage door today

before you went anywhere or did anything else.

We're on the verge of being disappointed with you, sweetheart.

I'll do it in a minute, only, look...

Marshall, end of sentence.

Now, go change your clothes and get to work.

Note to myself,

never make a deal with your parents without a lawyer.

[DOOR CLOSES] [FOOTSTEPS]

Hey, Mom? Hmm?

What'd you think of my drawing?

Uh, well... I'm not quite sure.

Is it upside down?

Abstract?

[SIGHS]

Autobiographical?

Thanks a lot for the encouragement, Mom.

[EDGAR CHUCKLES]

Careful honey. She's liable to cut off her ear.

I'm teasing, Syndi.

You just draw what you feel.

[SYNDI SIGHS]

You feeling okay?

Marshall, what'd you think of my drawing?

Good, except it's upside down.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Which one of you is Marshall Teller?

He is.

He's Marshall Teller. That's him.

Are you Marshall Teller?

Two L's, as in la-llamas?

Who wants to know?

According to our records,

you bought a serial number JH772347

at Kneival Bike shop, in New Jersey

at 2:12 pm,

on October the 10th, 1986.

You peddle on average 12.6 miles a day and

have a mole on your upper left arm.

Is that correct?

Yes.

How'd you know all that?

We have our methods.

If you'll follow me to the squad car,

I have something for you.

Looks like my bike, all right.

Where'd you find it?

"To serve and control."

That's our motto.

That's what we do.

Hey, aren't you at least going to rough him up?

Maybe later, Ma'am.

Geez.

[CAR ENGINE STARTS]

Wow spelled backwards is wow.

Yeah.

Two bikes.

What's going on?

We gotta talk to Sara Bob.

BOY 1: Let me have it!

BOY 2: It's mine!

BOY 1: Ow. BOY 2: Give it back!

[GLASS BREAKS]

BOY 1: No, I want it.

[COMMOTION ENSUES]

SARA: You might as well forget knocking.

No one will hear you?

Hi.

Hi.

What're you doing up there?

Waiting for my family to miss me.

You may have a long wait.

Tell me about it.

But, I don't mind.

I don't mind anything as long as I'm sketching.

Speaking of sketching,

you see that bike?

Uh-huh.

Don't you see something odd here?

They're similar?

Real similar.

Coincidence is one thing.

But this thing with the bike was bordering on the mega-strange.

I had to find out what it meant.

Don't you think it looks like your drawing?

I don't know.

I just drew what you told me to.

Hmm.

Do you have other drawings we could see?

Sure. I have lots.

They're in my room.

BOY 1: Hey, pipsqueak. Gimme.

BOY 2: I had that first.

BOY 1: Ah, watch your step.

BOY 3: I'm hungry.

Got any money?

I hated the lunch you made.

Where's my shoes?

Did you sew my shirt yet?

This ain't The Partridge Family.

What's for supper?

What's for dessert?

You met my brothers already.

Marshall Teller,

meet my Dad, Bob.

[BELCHES]

BOTH: Hello, Mr. Bob.

[BELCHES]

He's shy meeting new people.

Come on, let's go.

Why do you'll have the same middle name, Bob?

I mean, did your parents run out of idea?

Couldn't they have at least given you a girl version of Bob,

like Bobarella?

Yeah, I would like a name of my own.

MARSHALL: Sound's good to me.

SIMON: Look at all those drawings.

You sleep in the laundry room?

I've got a lot of sketches here.

Who's that? Your Mom?

SARA: No.

My Mom left when I was little.

I don't even know what she looks like.

That drawing reminds me of somebody.

Oh, it's... It's nothing.

It's nobody you know.

So, what would you like that you don't have?

A motorcycle.

MARSHALL: I don't need anything really.

Maybe someone to paint my garage door before my parents ground me for life.

Who's that?

That's my family.

MARSHALL: Wait a minute.

This picture is of those jerks?

I don't draw things the way they are.

I draw things the way I wish they were.

You must do a lot of wishing.

I never really thought about my drawings much.

My brothers always teased me about it.

My dad says it's a waste of time.

Your bicycle sketch is the first one I ever signed.

Remember to fold my underwear this time.

Nice guy.

I hate all Bobs.

I'm sick of doing all the work around here.

I'm not going to wash his clothes.

I don't care if he has to go around naked.

[BOB BOB SCREAMS]

BOB BOB: Help! Help!

Somebody!

[SCREAMING]

BOB: Bob Bob, what do you think you're doing?

You can't run around out front like that!

We were seeing way more of Bob Bob than I think any of us wanted to.

Major bizzaro.

How'd you do that?

All I did different was...

Sign it with that Eerie pencil you gave me.

Hmm?

SARA: I'm an artist.

I can never thank you enough.

You showed me I'm an artist, a real one.

BOB: Sara Bob, you get some clothes up here

for your naked brother right now!

And tell your friends to get home!

He means it.

You better go.

Listen to me,

this is important.

Whatever you do,

do not draw any pictures till I get back.

Sure. Anything you say.

Suddenly I couldn't shake this

am I Dr. Frankenstein creating a monster type feeling.

I was torn.

I had to paint the garage.

But I was also worried about leaving Sara Bob alone with her new found power.

I had no idea what she would draw next.

Or who.

It's tough to battle the forces of weirdness

when you're under 18 and your parents can still boss you around.

Somebody should keep an eye on Sara Bob.

But first...

EDGAR: Marshall!

Marshall...

Unbelievable.

Holy corn.

My sentiments exactly.

I'm... I'm... I'm glad that you finally painted the garage.

But this, uh, isn't exactly what your mother and I had in mind when we asked you

to paint the garage door.

I'm really glad you like it.

I look great.

Don't I look great?

Now, I don't want to

stifle your creativity

but this... This is...

EDGAR: Unacceptable.

I would like you to paint

over it, son,

before your mother sees it.

That is, if your artistic sensibilities wouldn't be compromised too much.

I don't get it.

He is not the artist in this family.

I am.

If you wanted the garage painted,

I could have painted me on a unicorn.

I mean, at least that would have been pretty.

Mom's not here?

No, no.

She was here a while ago, Humpf.

but she seems to have disappeared suddenly.

It was weird.

One second she was there, the next...

That's when the Dr. Sara Bob

Frankenstein feeling really kicked in.

Only she could've done this.

What else was she drawing?

And where was Mom?

Mars?

I just figured out who the pictures on

Sara Bob's walls are of.

Your Mom.

Holy smokes, you're right.

We gotta get to Sara Bob's house.

Mom may be in danger.

It's too quiet.

I don't hear the pitter-patter of little monsters, Simon.

Bad sign.

Well, hello there, little men.

You must be here to see my

lovely, wonderful, thoughtful, charming and talented

only daughter.

BOTH: Whatever.

Is Sara Bob at home, Sir?

Call me Bob.

Uh...

Nice dress.

Thanks. I drew it.

How'd you like your garage?

Funny you should ask.

It's too cool.

[IMITATES MOTORCYCLE]

The souffle's almost ready.

We need to talk.

I seem to have misplaced my mom.

You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?

What'd you mean?

You signed the picture of the perfect family, didn't you?

Maybe I did.

Maybe I didn't.

SIMON: What's with the part favors.

We're getting ready for my Mom's welcome home party.

Your Mom's back?

Where is she?

She's around.

Pedicure?

No.

If you drew your fantasy family,

then what happened to your...

To your real family?

Never mind where they are, Marshall.

I just want to enjoy my new family.

Oh, angel, sister of my dreams,

here you go.

Our mother's favorite blossoms.

Don't you just love my family?

Family?

What family?

This isn't a real family.

I have a real family.

Real families

aren't perfect like this.

Real families fight and make up.

Real families don't just take care of you.

You take care of each other.

Buzz off.

I love you too.

May I brush your teeth?

SIMON: Beat it.

Hey, those are my private drawings.

Ah, yes.

This is it. This is the one here.

Fantasy family sketch, huh?

They're my creations.

They're exactly what I always wanted.

Don't touch it, Marshall.

Be careful. Oh, please.

No, don't rip it. They're going to...

Disappear.

Mars!

I found out where she put her real family.

Holy tornado!

MARSHALL: You... You...

You put your family in the fish tank?

Why not? They deserved it.

She's got a point there, Mars.

MARSHALL: But it's just not right.

You gotta let them out.

If I do, everything will be back the way it was before.

Have you ever tried telling them how you feel?

Try to stand up for yourself.

We'll back you up.

Promise.

I hope this isn't some new age peaceful thing

that will backfire on me.

They're back.

Back from what, dipwad?

I'm starved!

What's for supper?

There's a souffle in the oven.

Who is this little rut?

Where are my shoes?

BOB BOB: Did you sew my shirt yet?

I hated the lunch you made.

Got any money?

Do it now. Tell 'em.

Shut up!

I'm tired of being your slave.

I'm your daughter.

And I'm your sister.

But I'm not your mother.

I'm Sara Bob.

No...

I'm an artist and I want my own name.

From now on, you can all call me Sara Sue.

What's for dinner?

LOU: I'm starved!

You wanted 'em back. You deal with them.

I'm gonna go see my Mom!

[BELCHES]

Mom?

Wait!

It's locked.

Sara Bob?

I mean, Sara Sue.

Go away. We're not here.

BOTH: We're?

One.

Two.

BOTH: Three.

SARA: Mom?

Do you think I can get the new dress I saw in the window yesterday?

I don't see why not.

You look so beautiful in blue.

Mom? Hmm?

I love you.

I love you too, angel.

MARSHALL: I didn't know what to do.

I was happy for her.

But she had my Mom.

MARSHALL: Sara Bob?

Sara Bob, that's not your Mom.

She's my Mom. I want her back.

But I drew her.

She's mine now.

Draw a picture of your own Mom.

That's just it.

I'm not sure.

Even if I did draw her,

I don't know if she would want me.

But I need my Mom.

I know, Marshall.

I only wanted her for a little while.

Bye, Marshall.

Thanks for everything.

What'd you mean? Where are you going?

The last we saw of Sara Sue,

she was on her way to Paris with her own Mom.

Nobody has a perfect family or a perfect life,

but now Sara Sue had the power to be herself

and the courage to imagine a better future.

She really was an artist.

Can't we leave it up for a little while?

Some people just don't understand art.

For the two hardest working boys in Eerie.

Later.

Thanks anyway.

Welcome back.

Sara Sue sent us a sketch from Paris.

But...

What was it?

Attention!

Hit the deck!

Nobody,

I mean nobody eats till this place is spotless.

Do you'll understand that?

Come on, move it!

Move!

Pick it up.

LOU: I don't want to pick it up!

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]