Keeping Up with the Joneses Page #3

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-That's cool. Thank you very much!

-Thank you.

-Anyway, we should get going.

-Yeah.

-Yeah. We should.

-Okay.

I feel like I should

give you guys a gift.

I didn't know we were giving gifts.

-That's not necessary.

-You want a stress ball?

No, you don't want a stress ball.

That would be stupid.

I'd love a stress ball.

-Thank you.

-Yes! They really work.

Thank you.

-Let me just get this out of your way.

-No, Jeff will get that.

-No, no, no.

-That's nice.

It's all good. We're neighbors now.

All right.

Have you guys ever been to

or heard of Junetoberfest?

-Junetoberfest?

-Yeah.

You guys should really come.

It's our annual summer get-together.

The whole neighborhood comes.

A really fun group.

A lot of us work together.

At MBI?

Yeah. We have a dart tournament.

We have bratwurst.

I make my own home brew,

which is my passion.

Good!

How'd you know that Jeff works at MBI?

Jeff must've mentioned it.

Right, Jeff?

-No. No, he didn't.

-That's okay, honey--

No, Jeff didn't mention it.

-The stress ball.

-Must've been a lucky guess, I guess.

-No, it's right there.

-Lucky guess. Yeah, we should go.

It's getting late.

Thank you so much for everything.

The coffee was delicious.

-Thank you.

-And we'll see you at Junetoberfest!

So, let me show you a picture.

This is Tyler.

And Tyler's gonna go

to asthma camp this summer.

Oh, my God! He's so handsome!

-Hiya, neighbor.

-Hey.

"Seared yellowtail

with lemon zest and ginger shavings."

Who the hell made this?

Natalie. Apparently,

she can do everything.

I'm sorry, but who wears that

to a barbecue?

I mean, there are kids here.

Come on, Meg.

It's just a summer dress.

It's a very short, very chic,

extremely flattering summer dress.

Yeah, well, it's pornographic.

Look at Dan pretending

to check his email.

If I find pictures of her ass

on his phone, BJ night is canceled.

So, anyway, there I am,

alone, in the middle

of the Empty Quarter, all by myself,

with no water, dying of thirst.

I'm literally

writing a goodbye letter to Natalie.

And what do I see

coming up over the horizon?

But the exact same camel...

whose life I saved

three years earlier.

-Exact same one.

-Did he remember you?

No. No, Jeff.

He didn't remember me. He's a camel.

But I was able to ride him

into civilization.

And I filed my story, with 15 minutes

to spare, thank you very much.

Caught the next flight to Marrakesh

and was sitting in a caf with Natalie

smoking hookah later that night.

-No way!

-I wanna smoke a hookah in Marrakesh.

Well, Stacey,

I know it sounds very romantic.

But, trust me, the world can be

a very dark and disturbing place.

Tim, you want a beer?

Sure. Yeah. Thank you.

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