Original subtitles

At last, the Cave of the Gorzoth.

Now I can open the door to the riches of the ancients.

Yes, but first, how about a visit to the gift shop?

What?

Guarding the Cave of the Gorzoth doesn't pay much,

so I've got a little side business going.

Key chain? T-shirt? Corn dog?

What? I don't want a corn dog, you idiot.

I want riches!

Oh! My Gorzoth!

Oh, no!

Aah! Ooh!

My Gorzoth!

S03E05 Gorzoth

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Mm.

- So... - Hi!

- Aah! - Morning, Goodmans!

I got lots of products today.

- Sorry, Linda. - Huh?

Things are a little tight for us right now.

And we're not the only ones.

Well, I'd better get off to work.

Don't buy anything, dear, or I'll kill you.

Ah. Anyway...

I got a fish tank,

this baseball glove, and this shiny thingy.

- $2 each. - Huh.

That looks like it has something to do to with Mr. Pickle...

No, I saw it first.

I'll take it, whatever it is.

- It's a ball. - What?

- Come on, ball. - Tommy.

Let's go play ball.

Anyway, all proceeds go to help the homeless.

Really? Then I'll take it.

Anything to help you get a home.

Wait, what? You think I's homeless?

- Oh! - What? Um...

Oh, why would you think I'm homeless?

Oh! Oh, I didn't know

you had so much money.

You hurt my feelings, Ms. Goodman.

I'm sorry. Cheer up.

How?

Well, buying stuff always cheers me up.

Buying stuff? I like that idea.

Come on, girl. We're going shopping.

Whooo!

Ew!

Ooh.

You right, Ms. Goodman. Buying stuff cheered me up.

I am so glad.

Uh, where are we?

Linda, you got some money for us?

- Sorry, I spent it all. - Would you like some food?

Oh, that'd be gre...

No! We want...

money.

Money. Money.

Linda, why are these homeless people attacking us?

Aah! Get off of my car!

Whoa! Run, Ms. Goodman!

- Aaaah! - Money.

Money!

Lost... Gorzoth.

Will open door and give you... no... me riches.

- Yay. - Afternoon, Mime.

What's up, Blade? What's up, Mr. BoJenkins?

Hey, Sheriff. What's with all the snacks?

With the economy so bad, I'm eating all I can

just in case the town runs out of snacks.

No, these are my snacks, Floyd.

- Aw. - Whatever.

- Excuse me. - Oh, what's up?

You seem to know everybody in this town.

- Yeah. - I'm looking for a trashy woman.

Oh, yeah?

Yes, trashy woman... Do you know her?

Hum.

Do you know... Do you know her?

Hum. Hum.

Quit eating snacks and answer the question, you idiot!

Ah! My snacks!

You're under arrest for snack-ery.

No!

Linda, what is going on?

Money!

Money!

Money.

Money.

Money.

This way, Ms. Goodman.

Linda? Oh!

Oh! Linda?

Linda, where are you?

Aah. Aah. Oh!

Huh?

Uh, Linda, where are we?

This my home.

- Money. - Money.

Money.

Linda, your home is so... interesting.

- Ohh! - Shh.

Oh. Hi, Linda Jr.

Welcome to our home, Mrs. Goodman.

Oh, Linda, what's wrong?

Every day I give all the money I make to the homeless.

- Really? - And today I failed them.

- Shh. Mama. - Money.

Money!

See, many years ago,

a man asked me to help him tie his shoe,

but I didn't, so he tripped and fell.

- Oh! - That is sad, but...

He fell through the glass of a shark tank.

Them sharks ate 5,000 people to deeeaaath!

- Oh. - Shh.

Ever since then, Mama Linda only feels good

when she's helping people.

Wow. You were in a band?

Oh, yeah. I play good.

- Linda's in here. - Aah!

- Money! - Oh, no!

- No, Tommy. - Ball, ball, ball.

Give that to me. Tommy, please.

No, Mr. Pickles. It's my ball.

Tommy, it's not a ball. I think it's a head.

Well, you can beg all you want, Grandpa,

but I'm not gonna give you head.

Say, what? What the hell's the matter with you?

- Creepy-ass old man. - What?

No. I-I didn't mean...

No, Tommy!

Oh, no, no. Get off of me, son.

- Money! - I wanted to help you homeless peoples,

- but I spent all the mo... - Money!

Get back, homeless people.

Come on. We be safe in my bedroom.

Oh, wow.

Your bedroom is actually really nice.

What's wrong with the rest of my hou...

- Money! - Maybe we can help you get jobs.

Oh, yeah. I'll take a jo...

- We don't want jobs. - Get her organs.

Yeah, we'll sell 'em for money.

Organs. Money.

Linda, help.

Ah! I got someone to help again.

Oh, good.

- Hey, homeless. - Huh?

I only wanted to help you.

But now I got to help Ms. Goodman!

Mama Linda, our escape route.

Oh.

- Aaaaaaaaaaaah! - Whoooooa!

- Ugh! - Oh!

- Sheriff! - Oh, what's up?

The homeless, they're after us.

Ms. Goodman is a murderer.

- What? - Oh, yeah?

In you go with the other criminals.

Linda, I don't understand.

Now you're safe from the homeless forever.

- Wha... No, I'm innocent. - Uh-oh.

Um, I got to go do some emergency pooper work...

uh, paperwork.

You're the one who took my Gorzoth.

Your what-zoth?

Gorzoth, you idiot.

You know, it's a golden head.

It opens up the door to the riches of the ancients.

Oh, I sold that for $2.

$2?!

Well, if I take you to it,

will you share some of them riches with the homeless people?

Yes. Yes.

Ohh.

Ohh, boy.

- Tommy, give that to me. - No. No, it's mine.

- W-Whoa! - Oh, Tommy.

- My Gorzoth. - They went in here.

This man will give you riches as soon as...

Mrs. Goodman, you're under arrest for murder.

- Oh, she ain't no murderer. - Oh, okay.

Hey, what's going on here?

- Uhh. - Uhh.

These homeless people's trying to get...

These aren't homeless people.

Huh? That's Mr. Withersby, the doctor.

When the economy crashed,

I needed your extra money to pay for my tanning bed.

What? And that's Mr. Plimpton, the real-estate mogul.

I needed extra money to pay for my body modifications.

Oh, hey, what's up, Jill?

I mean, being an astronaut bought my mansion,

but Linda's money pays for the pool boys.

So, none of y'all is homeless?

Nope.

Wait, uh, I-I actually am homeless.

Here I was, feeling bad, and none of y'all homeless?

I am.

Just 'cause y'all can't buy your fancy things

don't mean you can't be happy.

Look at the Goodmans.

This place is a wreck. They ain't got nothing.

- Well, Linda... - Nothing!

People gots to start learning to be happy with what they got.

Yeah, if these people can be happy with their pathetic lives,

then so can we.

- Yeah! - They do have nothing.

- That's not true. I have this... - Gorzoth!

Now I shall open the door to the riches of the ancients.

Riches? Riches! Riches, riches!

Hey, uh, how'd you like a job back at the station?

I got a big case that needs unclogging.

Oh, that'd be great.

Honey, I'm... home?

Hi, Dad.

Everybody, come to my house.

Linda gonna cook up some trash stew.

Wow, first a job and now a meal?

Now if I could just find a nice woman.

Mmm. Maybe I could help.

Ew.

Riches. Riches.

Now, how do I open the door to the riches of the ancients?

Place the Gorzoth there.

Yes.

Or how about a visit to the gift shop?

Key chain? T-Shirt? Corn dog?

What? No, you idiot. I want riches.

Riches! Riches!

It worked. The riches, they're in here.

Huh? Hey, it's just a bunch of heads.

But in ancient times, heads were considered very valuable.

Master, your money's no good here.

Well, if you insist. One jar of pickles...

That will be... 25 heads.

At last, the Gorzoth!

Hi Will. Hi Dave.

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