Robots Page #6

Well, then why is she called

Aunt Fanny?

We couldn't call her Aunt Booty.

Oh, crap.

She's a little artsy-fartsy.

The artsy's okay,

but when she gets fartsy...

Look at... Oh, right on my shoes.

I'm so clumsy.

Well, hello there. What's your name?

I'm Rodney Bigbottom...

No, I'm Rodney Copperbottom.

Copperbottom.

That's a wonderful name, Bigbottom.

Well, I just...

- What happened to your friend?

- He's been rear-ended.

Oh, there you are.

Aunt Fanny, he needs a place to stay.

Well, just make yourself at home.

Thank you. That's very kind of you.

My pleasure.

See a need, fill a need.

Hey, just like Bigweld.

Bigweld. That's a lot of robot.

Come on. You can bunk with me.

We'll ignore the gossip.

You missed a spot.

Fender, get out of my room!

I'm not in your room.

I am now. Now I'm not.

I am. Not. Am...

Get out of my room.

Oh, man, this is my third oil change

today. Something's wrong with me.

Sorry.

Here we are. Home sweet home.

What's mine is yours.

- Oh, dear.

- I'll get them.

Look at that.

Now they're arm-wrestling.

Could you separate them?

Hurry, my backside itches.

I know that sounds bad,

but I'm just doing musical arm farts.

You know how to do those?

They're hard to do, because we're metal,

but that's where the skill comes in.

I'm real close. Listen.

No, wait.

No, wait, wait.

You can't tell me that didn't sound like a...

Like an old man.

You know, I'm a little tired.

Maybe tomorrow.

Kind of a rough day, huh?

Kind of. My dad's probably

sitting by the phone...

...waiting for his brilliant son

to call...

...and tell him what a big success

my first day was.

I know it's not your problem.

If you burden your friends,

you won't have any.

What are you, a fortune cookie?

"That's what friends... "

You consider me a friend?

Sure, what else would I consider you?

An embarrassment,

a way to rebel against your parents...

...a desperate cry for help.

The list is endless.

Let's just stick with friend.

You know, even though you had

a discouraging day, remember...

...there's another one

coming tomorrow.

You know, my last roommate

jumped out that window.

Hey, Fender.

Yeah, baby. Let it rip!

Guys, come on,

what are you, 3 years old?

This is how a man does it.

You guys are so gross.

Besides, this is how you do it.

Hey, kids, get a load of this.

Aunt Fanny...

...we were using our arms.

Oh, excuse me.

Lady, please...

...see a doctor.

Breakfast.

This will perk everyone up.

Some of Aunt Fanny's

fresh-brewed grease.

Yummy!

Careful, it's hot.

So, what are you guys doing today?

- We're doing it.

- What about you?

Bigweld's disappeared,

and you're sitting here.

That's already been established.

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