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Come on, Harry!

You need a genital organ match.

They're your parents.

I'm not gonna go crawling

back to them, Lloyd.

Not after what they did to me.

What did they do?

They threw me out of the house.

Why? Just because I told them I was gay.

Why did you tell them that?

I was sick of mowing the lawn.

Oh, yeah.

Well, I don't see what choice you have.

You either go home and face the music

or you suffocate in your own pee.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Okay, let's do this.

All right. Hop on.

Engage super thrusters!

Don't, Lloyd!

Pardon me, Harry.

Here we are.

Place looks smaller than I remember.

Oh, yeah.

Wow.

Lot of memories on this street.

Yeah.

Remember when we pulled up on the bike

and parked it a couple seconds ago?

Yeah, that was cool.

Oh, those were the days.

I remember one afternoon,

it was the first day of spring,

the flowers were blooming,

the sun was shining

and you and I were doing cartwheels

right down that hill over there.

Yeah, I remember that!

We were in your dad's

Lincoln, right? Yeah.

You totally lost it

when I yanked the wheel.

Come on! Pick it up!

Show a little hustle in there!

Wow. Rong time, Harry!

Oh, sorry. We'll come back later.

Hey! No, no, no! I mean,

rong time, no see.

Oh.

Where you been?

Come! Come in!

Om Thanks, Dad.

So you see,

my best hope for a donor

match is with a blood relative.

Family.

Harry, you not touch your peanut butter.

Oh, that's okay. I'm

not very hungry, Dad.

When Harry young,

oh, boy, he loves the peanut butter.

On.

Three jar a week disappear!

Good to know.

So anyway, which one of you

two's gonna cough up a kidney?

What? What was that?

Wait!

I know! You're the

gopher from Caddyshack.

Look at her! She's got it down!

We love you, Harry.

Do you love him long time?

But you know you're

not our real son, right?

You adopted.

Ouch.

Dad, what are you saying?

Sorry, Harry.

We thought you know.

Wow.

What a nut punch.

Don't be glum, Har.

All this means is that your real

parents are out there somewhere.

And I will go to the

ends of the earth to...

Real parents dead.

You're boned.

James boned.

Harry, Harry.

No idea what you're saying,

Ma, but right back at you.

Harry, before you go, your

mail piling up for many year.

Oh. We saving for you.

Huh. Junk mail, junk mail.

I got accepted to Arizona State.

Hmm?

Oh, look at this.

It's a postcard from Fraida Felcher.

The chick from Cranston?

Ooh!

So, what'd she have to say?

"Harry, I'm pregnant. Please call me. "

Lloyd, I'm gonna be a dad!

No way!

Look at the postmark.

Do you know what this means, Harry?

You have a grown kid. Oh.

With grown kidneys.

But, Lloyd, we don't have

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