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00:29:08
Jason Ritter, Alex Hirsch, Kristen Schaal
1963
to see what kind of shenanigan you get up to in there.
Why am I standing in some sort of goofy, fun knick-knack house?
Football player with an omelet?!
where weirdo like me fit in.
Then you need the chamois of the future.
I'll pay your goon back, I swear.
Look, there's a saltwater taffy store on the dock,
I know what you two little broken teacup need.
a dimension of weirdness leaking into ours.
I've got a mullet, Stanford.
Are you sick of bandage that are hard to remove?
Listen, dork, and listen good.
to a world of enchantment or whatever.
I went from undergrad to PhD
Hey, hi. Mabel here.
and the occasional goblin monster.
I have a niece, and a nephew?
above the family pawn shop.
Oh, man, I was so spellbound by your dramatic tale,
What have you been doing all these years, you knucklehead?
I fear we've unleash a great danger on the world.
Possibly haunt by pirate ghosts.
who sabotage my entire future?
I reckon. [spits]
but something nag at me.
I'll pay your goons back, I swear.
You owe us some answers.
Later rename the Mystery Shack.
I dub thee the Stan O' War.
But it could just as easily be harness
I'm hoping all this align exactly with my fan-fic, Stan.
Yeah, I predict you were gonna hang up.
a punch hole through a weak spot in our dimension.
Destroy it before it destroy us all!
And I fake a car crash to prove it.
One I'd just as soon forget. I quit.
This was an insanely risky move,
As if his abnormally high IQ wasn't enough,
Luckily, I struck another kind of gold.
Okay. I might've accidentally been...
statistically improbable.
One of them is incredibly gifted.
Wherever we go, we go together.
Meanwhile, your old Uncle Stan was doing great.
Apparently, gold is some kind of rare metal.
Unfortunately, the treasure hunting business
At least you'll have one son here in New Jersey forever.
Possibly haunted by pirate ghosts.
In a place like that, I had to work twice as hard.
I'm hoping all this aligns exactly with my fan-fic, Stan.
sometimes outside of it,
Finally, after all these long years of waiting,
You left me behind, you jerk.
sometimes outside of it,
A shipwrecked sailboat.
And then, there was my nerdy twin brother Stanford.
from an unreported meteor shower.
and be an unstoppable team of adventurers.
No, you're overpriced.
Not stupider than you, dum-dum.
Mom was a pathological liar,
This was an insanely risky move,
Kid, a perpetual motion machine has one job--
Well, that's mathematically feasible,
If not, I will be very disappointed.
and you're just a dumb, sweatier version of him.
in some distant galaxy,
and the occasional goblin monster.
I'm not impressed.
and was awarded an enormous grant
You want me to get rid of this book?
Dad was a strict man.