The key to a gigantic afternoon cocktail
is a well-balanced skewer.
You can't go wrong.
Yes, Klaus, ya can.
I like my olive holes clean as a whistle.
Dang, you straight-up inhaled that blue cheese!
I don't think your esophagus even opened!
I prefer to let my lungs digest the useless stuff.
Klaus, my good man!
Jeffrey, my good sir!
To what do I owe this great pleasure?
I'm here to invite you on a pleasant afternoon!
A pleasant afternoon, you say?
That sounds delightful!
Ugh. Every day with the pleasant afternoons.
You're like an old retired couple.
- Thank you! - Thank you!
♪ Ooh, that's why I'm easy ♪
♪ I'm easy like Sunday morning ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ That's why I'm easy ♪
♪ I'm easy like Sunday morning ♪
Hey Klaus, what's your greatest dream?
Probably renting a lake house together.
Imagine the pleasant afternoons
we could have there together!
What's your greatest dream?
I think this might be it...
Klaus, my good man!
Jeffrey, my good sir!
They're still doing pleasant afternoons?
Yep.
Today is actually quite pleasant, Stan!
We're going to an estate sale!
The sellers make up the craziest stories
to unload some dead guy's junk.
Every sword is Excalibur and all the guns killed Kennedy.
Headed to Sub Hub.
Might be my last shift ever, though.
Everyone's freaking out about a new sandwich shop
opening tomorrow.
The owners are some hot shots from Albuquerque.
Did you say... Albuquerque?
- Yeah. - The ABQ is home
to the world's foremost sandwich innovators!
It's a proving ground for sandwich artists, Hayley!
Yeah, whatever. I'm leaving now.
I heard in Albuquerque
they shave the meat so thin
you can hold it up to the light and look through it
to see the exact moment of your death.
Yum.
Hey, it's the Pleasant Boys!
Looking good!
Principal Lewis, shouldn't you be in school?
Shh, I'm playing hooky.
I never miss an estate sale.
They're treasure troves for vintage pornography.
- Oh? - Oh.
Very much "oh."
Last month, I found a poor-condition
Penthouse number one!
It tells the vagina's origin story.
Welcome, everyone!
Here comes the crazy backstory.
I bet she'll say an astronaut lived here.
No! A disgraced sea captain!
Bet you a slice of pie.
You're on!
The items in this house are very special,
because the owner was very unique.
The house was owned by...
Come on, disgraced sea captain...
...a wizard!
- Damn! - Pie!
Better get your checkbooks out,
because you pathetic mortals
can own a dead wizard's air fryer!
I'll pay fifty dollars for it!
Rolex Gordini, and I'm my own boss.
Reselling random stuff on eBay
is one of my many side gigs in the new economy.
Okay.
How much for this fancy comb?
Ahh, yes.
- The enchanted hair comb. - Save it, lady.
- Five bucks? - Sold.
Is this a first generation Sonicare?
I'll give you ten dollars for it.
Two hundred if it comes with the gunky base.
Three hundred if it comes with a funky vase.
That comb gives me the creeps.
What's with all the weird writing on the side?
Whatever, man, it's gonna look sick in my alcove.
Let's boogie.
Ooh.
Get in line, those are the hottest boys in town.
Anyhoo, I'll be taking this turn o' the century strap-on.
That's a Civil War telescope.
Right...
Albuquerque has been on warp speed
with sandwich development for years, Francine!
Who would've thought we'd see jalapeño ciabatta
in our lifetime?
Is this joker serious?
Think ya could use headphones, pal?
Nah.
This [bleep] guy, Stan!
The nerve! And so ugly!
Please, let's not do anything rash--
Especially his face is ugly!
Okay, sure, that was my black cherry Zevia--
What was that?
Little chilly.
Jesus, Stan. It's cold as a mummy's popsicle in here.
Stan?
Who's there?
Who's down there?
Jeff?
Hayley?
Jurgen?
You saw a ghost? Are you okay?
This is gonna sound weird,
but I'm actually better than okay.
I want you to meet my...
- G-g-g-g-- - Yes!
My new girlfriend!
She's a wraith, bro!
I get it, man.
I passed out last night, too.
From exhaustion.
From all the lovemaking.
Jeff, wake up, you're being rude right now.
As I was saying,
making love to a wraith
is like boning a fine mist.
Is that good?
Oh, yes.
Oh, my God! There's a ghost doing sudoku!
She's my new girlfriend!
How?
Love is a mystery, Hayley.
I was just explaining that to these jabronis.
- Pull up a seat. - Definitely not.
Hey, don't you have a pickleball match against the Debs?
Don't be jealous, you can come.
I'm actually a bit of an athlete.
Feel my bicep.
I'm not even flexing.
Waddup, Debs?
Ready to get your shit rocked again?
Is the wraith gonna sit there the whole time?
Of course, she's my girlfriend.
Head in the game.
It's just-- I didn't want to say anything before,
but it kinda feels like she's staring through my soul.
You wish, bro.
Head in the game!
Okay!
Fault! Heh!
Looks like your ace server's having an off day, Klaus!
Classic Deb, always with the razzing!
this bitch up.
Aah!
I'm so sorry! I'll bring water!
And a beer!
Oh, good, you're awake.
I have terrible news.
Stan, your jaw is completely shattered.
Need sandwiches.
Sandwiches? Oh, hell no.
Your life is headed in another direction right now.
You're entering the straw phase.
Um, Klaus? You missed the part
where you bang coconuts together.
Let's talk about the creative direction of this band.
This song sounds too, I dunno, happy?
But good music isn't happy, right?
I think our songs should be darker, wraithier.
Our songs should be wraithier?
Exactly.
And this is your idea?
Yes. I've been wrestling with it for weeks.
Really? You wanted our music
to be wraithier even before you two met?
We should be experimenting with new kinds of instruments.
Like instead of coconuts,
I could shake this coffee tin filled with old teeth.
Sounds great, right?
- Klaus-- - Or I could rattle chains.
Klaus?
Sorry, sometimes she hijacks my brain
and shows me hilarious visions.
- She's so funny. - Ugh.
Jeff, where are you going?
Damn, he's gone.
Show me the cat video again.
How's your lasagna, Stan?
Smooth enough for ya?
Let me guess. Mom pissed off another beefy dude
and Dad got caught in the crossfire.
Sorry we're late. We were making love.
Well...?
You're too kind.
Now, I have an announcement!
The wraith and I are going to rent a lake house together!
What? You're taking that thing to our lake house?
I'm sorry, did we talk about renting a lake house together?
Yeah! You said it was your greatest dream!
Really? Huh.
I don't even remember thinking that.
May I be excused?
Who are you asking?
Permission!
I need advice, Roger.
You caught me at a bad time.
I'm freelance graphic designing a new Apple logo.
It's on spec, so I won't get paid until Tim Cook buys it.
I can't stand Klaus's girlfriend.
She ruined our pleasant afternoons!
Sounds like a textbook comb wraith.
A what?
I'll explain in the car.
I'm also a Lyft driver.
If I can design a couple of logos on the way,
bring Greg his Pad Thai, and build a shed,
I'll make forty-five dollars today.
This is the last surviving Lyft mustache.
They don't want people to use these anymore.
Go ahead, try it on.
Ugh, I wish Klaus's wraith would disappear forever.
Are you being selfish, Jeff?
- No. - Okay, then I will help.
Klaus's wraith is tethered
to the comb he bought at the estate sale.
Wherever the comb goes, the wraith goes.
Steal the comb and give it to someone else.
It's the only way to break them up.
Oh, I got a hit
on My Sweet Chef.
It's this app where the angry chef at a mediocre restaurant
lets out his frustrations on me instead of the waitresses.
Bingo.
Aah! I'm pooing, I'm pooing myself!
This is exceptional work, Jeffrey.
Outstanding!
Bravo!
You're quiet today.
Oh, it's nothing.
Hey, did you see my wraith this morning?
When I woke up, she was gone.
Gone, you say?
And she took all her stuff, even her comb.
She did leave some shitty underwear on the floor,
so I guess that's a good sign.
We get it, Tuttle. You're in a good mood.
Oh, I'm better than good.
I don't want to speak out of turn,
but last night I got la-la-la-la-la-laid
by a wra-wra- wra-wra-wra-wraith!
That's how I looked last night,
for like an hour.
After the sex that lasted thirty seconds.
I was doing what I do every night-- getting my reps in.
Three hundred ninety-six...
Three hundred ninety-seven...
Oh, hello.
And now we're in love!
She left me... for Tuttle.
Klaus, this isn't the place to do this.
Would you like me to walk you to Chili's?
Do you ever feel lonely during the day?
God, no. I have the TV,
a handful of imaginary friends.
This right here is the good life.
My good man!
Care for a pleasant afternoon?
Sorry, but I'm too depressed
about losing the love of my life.
Well, then a pleasant afternoon
may be just what the doctor ordered.
I'm just gonna stay here and watch CoComelon
until I understand it.
This is effing horse crap!
We're going to have a pleasant afternoon
whether you like it or not!
You can't make me.
I guess you can.
Stan! Where are you?
Your banana-ribeye smoothie is starting to look nasty.
Stan?
Eating a sandwich in your condition would be suicide.
Let's go, son. There's nothing to see here.
This is the lake house I rented for my ex-wraith!
Why would you take me here?
Because before it was your guys's dream,
it was our guys's dream.
I already set up Scrabble,
the most pleasant board game.
Uh, let's play something else.
Just stop, Jeff!
Leave me alone so I can die in heartbroken agony.
Or a blood infection from scooting along this cabin floor.
Roger, I need you to steal the comb back from Tuttle.
I'm delivering grub tonight.
Log onto the app, order a Mediterranean platter,
and write "comb" in the notes.
My cheek must've grazed the screen
because I accepted a housecleaning job in Chimdale.
Oh, I hit a deer!
Never mind, it's just a guy.
Well, look who it is.
Stan Smith, star of the local newspaper!
"Amazing Man Eats Sandwich" was the headline, I believe.
I don't think I like your tone, Doctor.
My husband is a hero.
Your husband broke expensive medical equipment.
That's not considered very "heroic" where I come from.
That's odd, Doctor.
I could've sworn you came from up your own ass.
Excuse me?
Oh, I must be mistaken.
That's where yo mama came from!
Oh, now you're starting with me?
You call those punches?
If you're gonna give him a massage,
I'm gonna go to the cafeteria.
Thanks, Roger.
Whoa, what's up with this cucumber salad?
It's all sloshed around with the hummus--
These mountain roads are extremely winding,
but that twenty percent tip is gonna go a long way
towards the repairs the car needs.
Okay.
Awwww, shucks.
Still depressed. Just taking a leak.
I'm sorry, Klaus.
The wraith's comb?
Why do you have this?
The wraith never left you for Tuttle.
She is forced to go wherever the comb goes...
so I stole it while you were sleeping
- and gave it to him. - What?
I thought she was ruining pleasant afternoons,
but I was the real problem.
Are you kidding me?
You sabotaged my relationship
to save pleasant afternoons!?
I did.
That's... the most beautiful thing
that anyone has ever done for me.
- Huh? - You fought for me, bro!
No one's ever done that before.
What about the wraith?
I really thought I loved her,
but I guess she never had a choice.
She had to go where the comb told her.
You know what?
I'm gonna do the right thing
and set this bad bitch free!
That comb was my [bleep] home!
Now I destroyed your home!
How does that feel?
- Technically, it's a VRBO. - Klaus!
How about I destroy your bodies instead?
How about you don't!
Klaus just set you free. He's a good guy.
You'd be lucky to have a guy like Klaus!
He told everyone we had sex, which is not true.
- You didn't? - Easy now, we did some stuff.
No, we didn't.
Do you want to... now?
♪ He goes by the name of Old Ulysses ♪
♪ Old Ulysses ♪
Stop! You're free now!
Do you really want to kill us?
I...
I don't know what I want.
No one has ever asked me before.
Well, what do you want?
No, I'm too embarrassed to say.
Christ, girl! Just say it!
Well, I guess I always wanted to, um...
visit every Major League baseball stadium
over one unforgettable summer.
That sounds... pleasant.
And that's how a pleasant afternoon
turned into the greatest summer of our lives.
Wraithy, I'm home!
Belinda?
Ohh!
She's gone!
Bye-bye! See you soon!