Undercover Grandpa Page #3

Devil's Scum, right?

We decided we were gonna

ambush this supply truck.

It was right off

the coast of, uh, Cuba.

It was right off

the shores there.

So, we go hi! it.

Right? Nothing in it.

But the cab was

full of chickens.

We're starving to death, right?

So, I tell Sanders;

"Hey, get that spice rack!"

"Throw them in there," right?

So 13 spices

and, uh, herbs later.

History was being cooked!

Hmm...

You know, on the box here.

It says 11 secret

herbs and spices.

- Jake...

- No, he is correct.

Sanders look out one herb

and one spice, so that's 11.

And that's why I don't get one

royalty out of the whole deal.

- You know what?

Can we spend a little

more time eating

and a little less time

in fantasy land?

- Jake Michael Bouchard! Shhh!

I'm sorry, Dad.

Jake's anxious because

he has a dale tonight.

- Oh.

- Really?

Like, with a girl, or...

- Why is that so...

- Hatch yourself

a little hot chick?

- Yes, actually.

- Anxious to get out...

- Mom!

- Dad...

- OK. All right.

Listen. You have

some protection?

' Mom!

- Dad!

- What the heck!

What's the matter?

What? Are you ashamed?

Is there something

to be ashamed about that?

Well, that was awful.

- Mom, he's nuts!

He lives in a fantasy

world, and you guys...

He's doing it again!

He thinks the house

is full of microphones.

He's pulling Xs all over

the wall. It looks awful!

- I expect you to

offer him a full apology

when you drive him

to the nursing home.

- Drive him? No.

I'm not doing that.

I gotta take Angie!

- Your dad and I

are going to the airport.

I still have a

million things to pack.

- He's gonna ruin my dale

before it even starts!

- You're the only one

who can do it.

And you know your

grandpa won't take a taxi.

- Could we FedEx him?

Look, Angie.

I am so sorry.

I had no idea this

was happening tonight.

- It's fine.

It's nice that you

and your grandpa are close.

- Are you sure you're OK

to get to the party?

- Yes, totally! It's fine.

I'll meet you there.

- OK, great! Hey, try not to

have loo much fun without me.

- OK. Well.

No promises. Picasso.

- OK, bye.

- Hey, Grandpa, I just

wanted to, um, apologize

for what happened at dinner.

Tonight means a lot

to me, and I, uh...

I didn't mean to dis you...

Disrespect you.

- We getting hi!

Or something?

- Hello?

- Hey, Picasso!

Guess what? My ride died on me.

It's leaking oil or something.

- Yeah? Are you, uh, you OK?

- Uh, yeah. I look a shortcut

and ended up on Rambler Street,

right in front of the old

abandoned sock factory, so...

Not the best neighbourhood

to be stuck in.

Can you, uh, pick me up?

- Um... You know what?

I actually still have to

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