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There he is!
Little King Trashmouth.
Oh, what's he eating?
A coffee filter
filled with taco meat?
No carbs for him, huh?
Uh-oh.
Oh, it's the one
I call El Diablo!
Like the Devil, yeah.
One of these days, there's gonna
be a rumble
between those two.
- Lin
- I'm on the phone, Bob!
Ginger, I wish you could see.
The big one's all mangy
and crazy-eyed.
He looks like your
cousin Cheryl.
Aw, poor Cheryl.
How's her psoriasis?
Oh, my God. Lin
Oh, she used to leave
a trail of those flakes
Lin, we're kind of
trying to eat.
Okay, Ginger.
Yeah, I'll talk
to you later.
Bye.
Lot of raccoon talk.
Oh, shush, she asked.
She loves that stuff.
You know, Ginger could've
listened to me forever,
but she had to take her
daughter to a slumber party.
Slumber party, huh?
My condolences
to Ginger's daughter.
What? What's wrong
with slumber parties?
Yeah, and while we're at it,
what's wrong with diarrhea, huh?
Slumber parties
are the cat's pajamas.
Especially when I
wear my cat pajamas.
Wait. How many slumber
parties have you been to?
One and a half.
I fell asleep at
a regular birthday party.
I'm counting that.
You know,
if you wanted to,
you could have a slumber
party here, Louise.
You can invite girls
from your class.
Have you met the girls
from my class, Mom?
Here's what I'm pretty sure
is going through their heads
every moment of the day:
Stickers, stickers,
stickers, stickers,
stickers, stickers,
stickers, stickers,
stickers!
What kind of stickers?
I love stickers.
Anyway
But, honey, you need
a BFF like Ginger.
Let me tell you,
they're not easy to find.
Got to slumber through
a lot of parties
to meet your Ginger.
She's right;
I had plenty of
false starts before I met Ken.
Who's Ken?
His adult albino friend
who does improvised hip-hop.
Mm-hmm.
Yep. But Ken's also not real. Hey!
I had an imaginary
friend.
She used to steal
from me.
All my makeup,
my lipsticks.
Well, thanks for
the life advice, everybody.
Food for thought,
ooh, yum.
Full of it,
lots of thoughts.
I'm worried
about Louise.
What little girl doesn't
want a slumber party?
Are you really
surprised, Lin?
She's not
the most social kid.
She still hasn't accepted
my friend request,
and I know she's seen it.
Ugh, drives me nuts.
If Louise would just do
the things she hates,
I know she'd love it.
That sounds like nonsense.
Nonsense or mom-sense?
I think you might be
making too big a deal
about this slumber
party thing, Lin.
It is a big deal.
It's a part
of growing up.
Like getting braces or
throwing rocks at cars.
You used to throw
rocks at cars? Yeah.
Cars wouldn't even come down
my street after a while,
'cause they knew
Linda would get 'em.
Okay, somebody
give me a hand
with the coffee table;
We got to move it.
Finally, we're giving
this dump a makeover.
I've been carrying these
swatches around for years!
No, guess again.
What wait,
what's going on, Lin?
Oh, who could that be?
Maybe it's for
you, Louise.
You better check.
Sure.
Strange visitors
at a weird hour?
Send your kid to the door! Go.
I hope it's Matt Damon.
I wrote him
over a year ago.
Hi, Louise.
Slumber party!
No. No, no, no,
no, no!
Ta-da!
Louise, you're having your
very own surprise slumber party.
Ha ha!
No!
Bunch up, bunch up. Go.
Don't let her through,
don't let her through.
Get her, get her.
Best friends forever!
Get the door.
Slumber party fashion show!
All right! All right!
Slumber party fashion show!
Come on, jump in any time, sweetie.
Okay, she's still warming up.
Here we go.
This is happening?
Seriously, Dad.
I
Dad, is this real?
I think it could be fun.
Oh, yeah. I'm gonna go finish, uh,
something that's Oh, you know what?
I'll do it for you and you just
No, no, you stay, it's your party.
enjoy the fashion show.
Got to go, have fun.
Uh-uh-uh, Louise, come on, uh-uh-uh.
No, please, Dad! Come on
Ooh, look at Harley
in a classic pink
feather boa
and one of my old nightshirts!
Okay, next model. Go! I'll go!
Gene, you just went.
Give someone else a turn.
I'll go.
Ooh, rain poncho
and sunglasses.
Forecast calls
for fabulous!
That's it. I'm out.
Thank you!
Oh, no, you're not!
Stop it.
You're being very
rude to your guests, Louise.
Am I, Mom?
'Cause let me tell you
about my "guests."
Fashion show
That's Harley.
Whoa, look at this
fluffy boa snake.
I'm glad it's not a real snake.
Could you image it?
It's fake; It's a boa.
As in "Harley ever
shuts her mouth."
Louise, what are your ten
favorite colors of dogs?
Mine are red, brown spots,
black, white, orange spots,
kind of brown, kind of black,
brown spots, black spots,
red spots,
red stripes
And Jodi over there?
She's so afraid
of germs,
she's never sat
on a toilet seat.
Or any seat!
And then there's Abby.
She likes to braid.
Stop it!
Stop braiding
my mops, Abby!
But they look
so pretty.
And finally, Jessica.
Bland, boring Jessica.
If she was a spice,
she'd be flour.
If she were a book,
she'd be two books.
Oh, yeah,
she is boring.
Well, you know what?
By the end of the night,
you're all gonna
be good buddies.
Uh-huh!
She's Abby!
She's got heels on!
Ow! Ow! My ankles!
Lawsuit!
Okay, okay,
you're okay.
Come here, honey.
Get up. Come on.
There she is.
She's dancin'.
Uh, excuse me.
Mrs. Belcher,
I'm ready for bed.
What? You're poopin'
out already?
It's 8:15, Jessica.
What're you?
Huh? See? Well, that's my bedtime.
What are your parents, farmers?
No. Osteopaths.
Osteopath? What's that?
It's the-the study
of the-the body
Okay, that's nice.
Okay.
Tina, put her in your room.
Good night.
Okay.
Well, guess I'm
gonna turn in, too.
No!
You're staying right here,
young lady.
And you'll be glad you did
when you hear what we're
Tie dye!
Yeah!
No!
Yes!
No!
Yes!
Oh
that's an even
worse form of dying
than actual dying!
I would take
actual dying right now!
Oh, so dramatic.
No!
My hand! Ow!
Okay, great.
Tying and dying.
Hey, all right,
Little King Trashmouth
found himself
a piece of pizza.
Aw, wish he could
come to the party.
He could take my place.
Aw, that's sweet,
but no.
Give me a shirt!
I'm gonna make
the psychedelic crop
top of my dreams!
Gene, I only got
enough shirts
for Louise and
the girls, honey.
Hey, here's something
you can do:
You be the
pesky brother!
You're runnin' around,
you're pullin' the little
girls' pigtails On it!
Don't you dare.
Ow!
Sorry!
Um, I don't even
want to do this.
It's my job.
I'm making it fun!
How about me, Mom?
What's my angle?
Well, Tina, you're
the older sister.
You're over
all this stuff.
You want to go to the mall
with your friends
and beep each other
on your beepers.
Beep-beep!
Cool.
A sarcastic mall rat.
As if.
That's it!
You're gettin' it!
Okay.
You're okay.
No one knows.
You'll deal with it
in the morning.
Go to sleep.
All right!
Harley, what you got?
I made an orange
and yellow tie dye,
because my cat is
orange and yellow.
And my cat's
name is Popover.
What's your cat's name?
My cat's name is
I Don't Have A Cat Stop Talking
To Me Right Now, Harley!
Aw, so cute.
Where is it?
Okay, now you girls
just sit tight.
I'm gonna get these shirts
out of your way.
Louise, stop it!
Stay. Okay.
Ah, better check on Jessica.
Jessica?
You asleep?
Aw, look at her.
Snoozin' away.
Sweet little,
boring little lump.
Whoops, oh, my tie-dyes.
Got to get these to the tub.
I'm just gonna
make like a tree
and go to my room.
Can I braid
your hair now?
Say yes!
If you have stickers
I'll trade you,
but my stickers
are really rare
so one of mine equals
six of yours.
Ugh I need antibacterial soap
and your mom only has
seashell-shaped soap.
Ugh
These are really rare.
Please let me braid your hair.
Oh, I could it
around the side.
I could do it across the top.
Stop it!
Stop it! Stop it!
It is time to turn
this slumber party
into a going-away party.
Going-away party?
That's awesome!
Yeah,
it's really gonna be fun!
Why are you
pinching my arm?
Bob, are you at
a good stopping place?
Can I come in
Oh, whew.
I know.
Whew, don't tell
the little squeamish one
you did that so close
to her shirt.
I won't bring it up,
but if she asks,
I'm not gonna
lie to her.
Next activity!
Make your cupcakes pretty,
everybody!
And then we're gonna eat 'em up!
Mrs. Belcher,
could we turn
our heads to the side
so we don't breathe
on each other's cupcakes?
Uh sure.
Whatever you need, Jodi.
Everyone, turn your
heads to the side.
Ooh, okay, this is fun.
We can't see what we're
doing so well, right?
Ooh, mystery cupcakes!
Germaphobe, huh?
Germs are all around us.
They're in our scalp,
in our eyebrows,
in our mucus membranes.
Someday, a cleansing
rain will come.
That's what I
keep telling myself.
That's what I keep
telling myself.
Oh, yeah, I'm looking
forward to that day, Jodi.
I really am.
Yeah.
So, uh what are
you doing here?
I mean, gosh, didn't
they tell you, Jodi?
Tell me what?
- About my mom's
- infection.
She's got sewer palm.
And strep thumb.
Luckily, her whooping butt
is in remission.
Oh!
La la la la la la!
I love sprinkles!
Just let 'em sprinkle
through your fingers!
Oh, no!
Germs! Germs! Everywhere!
Ah! Unclean! Unclean!
Jodi, Jodi, stop it! Jodi, Jodi
Calm down.
Ah, don't touch me!
Okay, oh, oh, I'm sorry.
Sewer palm!
Sewer palm!
Ah, okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
Bobby!
Mr. Belcher's
taking you home.
Get her out.
Really? Okay.
Uh, let's go, Jodi.
Oh, God.
All right.
One down.
Hey, just 'cause Jodi
had a freak-out
doesn't mean
the party's over.
Who wants to
watch a movie?
Me!
Ooh, I do!
Two twins who live
in Cincinnati.
Oh, they're gonna eat
chili on spaghetti!
Sounds twin-teresting.
Saddle up for round two.
I know what
everyone's thinking.
A girl went home.
Wouldn't it be perfect
if Tina took her place
in the slumber party?
Thanks,
but no thanks.
Tina, you can watch
the movie if you want.
Oh, good.
So how's school
this year?
It's okay.
The classes good?
I have trouble with math.
Yeah, I never
liked math.
And I'm trying out
for field hockey.
Say again.
Trying out
for field hockey.
I can't quite make out
what you're saying, Jodi.
It's okay.
And that's the same actress
playing both twins.
They do it
with a mirror.
It's controversial
'cause it takes jobs away
from other actresses
who look like that actress.
Please stop
talking!
You're ruining
the shopping montage!
Sorry about my brother.
He gets a little sensitive
when twins come up.
Oh, why?
Gene has a twin.
George.
He lives in the basement.
In in the basement?
You'll probably
see George later.
Mom lets him
out at night
so he can air out
his hump, and his stump.
Uh, I don't know
if I want to meet him.
Oh, of course you do!
But when he's up here,
just don't blink.
Huh? If you blink, he goes crazy.
Ooh. Also, he speaks in farts.
Uh, what? And even if you
think farts are funny
'cause they are
just please do not laugh. Okay.
'Cause I laughed once Yeah?
and he bit off
a piece of my butt.
What? That doesn't
That's why I'm sitting like this.
'Cause I don't have two
butt cheeks to sit on.
Is that why you dance weird
in dance class?
Shut up, Harley.
What's that noise?
Oh, no.
What are you up to, El Diablo?
You get away from there.
Oh, my God, the king's
under attack!
It's a rac-coup d'etat!
Ha, hey, you girls
still having fun, right?
I'll be right back.
Got to go deal with something.
It's not a wild animal,
so everyone's okay.
Oh, Mom's probably going
down to turn George loose.
No, I-I don't want
to meet George!
Just don't look him
in the eye,
and you don't blink
and don't laugh.
But I don't want
to have my bum bit.
Oh! You just blinked. You need
to practice not blinking.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
What's what's
going on in here?
I-I want to go home.
Take me home!
Wait? Why? Okay, um
are-are you sure?
I-I just got back
from taking Jodi home, so
I'm sure, I'm sure!
Well, she seems
pretty sure, Dad.
Does anyone else
want to go home?
Tell me now.
Um, are you gonna let
me braid your hair?
Not a chance.
I'll come, too.
And we're done.
Okay, if anyone needs me
for anything,
I'll be in my room forgetting
tonight ever happened.
Good-bye forever!
Thank you, family!
It was a nice try!
Wait, what about the girl
who went to bed early?
Right. Jessica.
All right, Snorey Feldman,
up and at 'em!
Huh? A walkie-talkie?
Hello? Jessica?
Uh, yup. What's up?
Okay, I'll say it
walkie-talkie style.
The slumber party
is over and out!
Oh, no, I'm not leaving.
Excuse me?
Yeah, you're not getting rid
of me like the other girls.
Uh, ten-40.
Love you, kisses.
What? No! No kisses! Jessica!
Oh, it is on like flan.
Do you eat flan, Jessica?
Because I've never had it!
Louise?
Am I taking Jessica home?
Take the others home, Dad.
I think Jessica wants
to stay and play a while.
So that means I'll still need
to take her home later?
Oh, yes, Father.
Great.
Okay, Jessica.
What's your problem?
Why the drama
with the walkie-talkie?
Where is it?
Where is what?
You know what.
I know you're messing with me
because that's what you did
with everybody else.
I would love to mess
with you, Jessica.
Unfortunately, I don't know
what you're talking about.
Wait, you seriously don't know
what I'm talking about?
No, but now I kind
of want to know.
Well, I can't leave until I find
what I'm looking for.
So let's just play it cool and
respect each other's situations.
Uh, okay, I'll respect
your situation.
Right here in
the closet! Gah!
Wait a second.
These walkie-talkies were
in my bedroom.
Oh, yeah, your bedroom.
It's nice in there.
You picked my lock?
It practically picked itself.
You pick yourself!
You pick your nose!
You pick your butt!
You pick your nose
because you think
your face is a butt!
And you should think that!
Gene, Tina,
where is everybody?
Bob, I need you
in the bedroom.
What's wrong with your hair?
What's right with it.
Abby braided it.
Kids, how's the party?
Is everyone having fun?
They're about to get to the part
where the mayor renames
the city "Twincinnati."
The plot's got
some holes.
But also a whole
lot of heart.
All right!
Uh, keep slumber partying!
Good pun, Tina. Come on. Thank you.
Ow!
Shut the door!
What's going on?
Ginger, I know,
I'm about to tell him.
Yeah, no, he's got
his hair braided.
Pretty good,
it looks pretty good.
Lin!
I got to go.
Bobby, stay calm.
We are harboring
a royal fugitive.
What?
Oh, my God, Lin!
There's a raccoon!
It's Little King Trashmouth.
He's chewing
on my good sock.
Yeah, He found
it under there
and he rubbed his
scent glands on it
on it and now it's
his baby aw!
Lin, why is he here?!
'Cause El Diablo
attacked him tonight.
So I lured him in
with some cold cuts.
He needs our help.
Okay, this is nuts, Lin!
Oh, he sounds anxious.
Get him some wine.
"Get him some wine"?
He likes red.
A little too much.
Listen, We have an intruder
on the loose in this apartment.
Wait, is the intruder
Jessica?
Yeah.
Here's what we know by day,
Jessica is red-headed wallpaper.
By night,
apparently she's a master
of sneaking around our house
and looking for God knows what.
I say we help her find
her purpose in life.
A brand consultant!
Huh, I can see that.
No, hitting the bricks!
Lin, I don't want a raccoon
in our room.
I know. I mean,
I don't agree,
but I understand.
More importantly, we need
to take care of this fast
so I can get this
slumber party back on track.
There is no slumber party;
I drove the slumber party home.
There's still one
girl here, I think.
I know what
we can do. What?
We could trap El Diablo.
With him gone,
the king can return.
That's ridic Whoa!
He just looked right
into my eyes.
See?
Oh, my God,
he just raised his paw.
I think he just gave me
the double guns.
We could hire Teddy
to help us.
He has a live animal
trap from the time
he thought a squirrel
was stealing his mail.
Sure, that
Hey, buddy.
How you doing?
Let's put a hat on him.
All right!
You hear that, El Diablo?
We're coming for you.
All right, let's
just keep this
a secret from
the kids, right?
We don't want them
coming in here
and getting bitten.
Aw, babies getting rabies.
Why don't we tell Mom
and Dad about Jessica?
They could make
her come out.
Oh, no. She's mine.
Mom is not gonna have
anything more
to do with this slumber party.
You hear that, Jessica?
Or should I say Jessi-can't
find what she's looking for?
Yeah, I hear you.
But all it sounds like is this.
You know what Jessica?
Why do you even want
to stick around here,
sweet baby?
This slumber party's not
good enough for you.
Yeah, the hors d'oeuvres
were blah.
And Louise's family
kind of smells.
Just tell me what
you're looking for
and I'll help you find it
so you'll leave my house.
I can't. And I can't
tell you why I can't.
Oh, and also I won't.
Don't be boring
and mysterious, Jessica.
You can't have it both ways!
- Got to go. Click.
- She hung up.
She didn't hang up.
Louise, look!
Louise, you should say,
"I'll take what's behind
curtain number one."
Because she's there
behind the curtain.
Jessica, it's curtains for you.
Oh! That's better.
Who could be hidden
behind a little curtain?
I wonder.
It could be Dad.
He has dainty feet.
And Dad likes to hide
from us sometimes.
Okay, it's me. Happy now?
I'll be happy when you leave.
I'll leave when
I find my thing.
Until then,
slumber party on.
All right,
you want a slumber party?
Well, then say pillow
to my little friend!
Whoa. Pillow fight.
It's about to go down.
Goose down.
I know you're close, Jessica.
I can hear
your boring breathing.
Oh, Tina?
Yes?
Gene, is this your first time
as a human shield?
Yeah. It's my third time.
You're doing great.
Thank you.
Oh!
I'm gonna knock you
out the door!
Gene, get me
the memory foam pillows
from Mom and Dad's room.
Fat Man and Little Boy?
On it!
I came as quickly as I could.
Is it true?
Was the king deposed?
Yup.
There's the *** now.
Yeah, look at him. El Diablo.
When did you both become
crazy raccoon people?
Linda's been telling me stories
about these little guys.
It's like I'm part of
their magical world. Mm-hmm.
Well, let's set up the trap
and get this over with.
What are we gonna bait it with?
Huh?
The bait.
Bobby, you can make
him a burger.
Burger, yeah!
He won't be able to resist.
Right.
Ugh, guys, I don't
want to make
a burger for a raccoon.
Please, Bobby?
You can even name it
like you like to do.
You call it
a Medium Snare burger.
Right?
Hmm.
No, wait.
The Cage-in burger.
Oh.
Get it?
Because he's gonna be
in a cage?
Fine, I'll do it.
But I'm not naming it.
Oh, good, all right, yay.
Bobby, thank you!
Medium Snare burger.
Right, Bob?
That wasn't so hard.
Bob makes it
sound so hard.
Having fun
Jessica?
Oh, yeah!
Tons!
Thanks for
inviting me!
Raccoon!
Raccoon in the tub! Aah!
What the Aah! Aah!
Give it! Give it!
Um, I'm no park ranger,
but if a weird raccoon
is holding something,
let him keep it.
Wha! Raccoon!
Raccoon in the tub!
Code orange! Code orange!
Give it! Give it!
Aah!
Give me that!
What is it?
Pajama bottoms?
And they're wet
with pee?
Are you a bed wetter?
Is that what
this is all about?
It's not pee!
If it is, that raccoon really
likes your pee, Jessica.
What's your secret?
No! It wasn't me!
Your mom came in here
and she peed all over the place!
I saw it!
Mmm, that does sound like Mom.
Aah!
Whoa!
Whatever your pee is selling,
that raccoon is buying.
Great, everybody
have a big laugh.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
Do you think this
is gonna work?
Have faith in your burger,
Bobby. Look.
He's going for it.
Oops, I spoke too soon.
What if he doesn't
like your burger?
That would be
really embarrassing.
Shh. Of course he's
gonna like it.
Not necessarily.
Look at him.
Sniffing around.
He does not like
what he smells, Bobby.
I'm not arguing this
with you, Teddy.
You didn't cook it well enough.
You didn't cook it well enough.
Should've put some
ketchup on
Nope, he's eating it.
Going home, huh, Jessica?
Yup, just waiting
for your dad
to come back so
he can drive me.
Good.
You really cut into my night.
So, I guess
you're gonna tell
everyone at school
about this, right?
I'm not gonna tell anybody.
I'm no narc.
Oh.
Make fun of you
for wetting the bed?
What is this, the '90s?
Come on.
You got a good system,
though, huh?
Bring plastic bags,
go to bed early,
then get up first
and dispose of the evidence?
Yup. So why go to
slumber parties at all?
My mom makes me.
She's out of control.
Well, I wouldn't know
anything about that.
Psych, my mom's crazy, too.
Oh.
Hey, you're pretty good
with a pillow by the way.
Thanks.
Self-taught.
So, do you get a lot
of raccoons in here?
Why, you jealous?
Yeah, a little bit.
Hey, what are you two
still doing up?
Oh, do you want
a ride home now, Jessica?
Okay, I guess it's time.
What?
It's a slumber party.
Why would she go home?
Whoa, wait a second.
You two are having
a good time.
Ugh, Mom, stop!
Aw, my little BFFs.
Shush!
See, I knew you'd like it.
It all worked out the way
I thought it would.
Tomorrow we're going
clothes shopping.
No!
Yeah.
No.
Yeah.
Here he goes.
He's almost out.
Go, Bobby, go!
Aw, sorry, King.
Great broom work, Dad.
Yeah!
If I was a raccoon,
I'd leave.
He's out.
Now we can all go to bed.
Psst! King!
Drink responsibly.
Okay, good night.