Yeah, yeah, yeah, aw.
Ahh.
Unbelievable.
I wouldn't have believed it myself, had I not watched
the whole thing in the mirror.
If Jerry ever knew I was having sex
with Eddie Penisi, he'd go psycho.
Ooh, how psycho are we talking?
Does it turn you on?
Yeah, a little bit.
Okay, a lot.
You think he'd be mad, huh?
He would go into a rage if he knew
that you ravaged his childhood sweetheart.
Go on, but talk slower.
Shit, I think he's here.
No, no, no. Don't skip to the end.
I want to savor this.
I just heard his keys in the door.
Mmm, yeah. That's good.
The details are everything.
- Lola. - Huh?
We need to talk.
Holy shit. He really is here.
Under the bed.
I thought you guys were separated.
We are. I just haven't changed the locks.
Lola, where are you?!
Jerry, no.
One more chance, baby. Come on.
I've learned my lesson. From now on, Daddy Bear
keeps his service revolver in his holster,
and he also stops sleeping with other women.
You look great.
Well, just let me get dressed.
I'll meet you in the kitchen.
Okay.
He calls himself Daddy Bear? I thought I was a freak.
How do I get you out of here?
I got this.
Eddie, you can't do that.
We're three stories up.
- Eddie! - You're dynamite.
- No! - Whoo!
- Yeah! - Alright!
- Good form. - Rock 'n' roll, baby.
- Look at him. - Oh, wow.
I am on a roll. Thanks, guys.
Hey, no problem, man.
We were right down the street at Starbucks.
Oh, did you get me a grande macchiato
and low-fat raspberry muffin?
We sure did.
You're lucky we were in the neighborhood.
I'm not lucky.
I'm Eddie Penisi.
- Hey. - Son of a bitch.
Synced & corrected by QueenMaddie www.addic7ed.com
Thank you all so much for joining us
for this year's Tacoma Police Department
versus Fire Department charity boxing match.
- Yeah! - Sorry, Chief.
Didn't mean to use the word "match" in your presence.
Oh, it's okay.
You used a different meaning of the word, so...
So true.
Well, I know the press has a lot of questions, so...
Yes, Ken Walthers, "My Neighborhood App."
Care to comment about the missing dog on Maple Drive?
Okay, no one from the real press?
Well, then I will announce the matchups.
Yeah!
This year promises four thrilling showdowns,
TFD Engineer Ike Crystal will take on Officer Leonard Tubbs,
and Officer Brad Shuck will go toe-to-toe
with Paramedic Granville Smith.
Officer Liz Salazar will take on Lucy McConky,
who is a collegiate judo champ.
I'd like to take a moment to introduce
a special young man in the crowd,
volunteer junior police explorer Bucky Edelstein,
who walks the German Shepherd on weekends.
Aw.
Young Bucky will take on TFD's very own Andy Myawani.
Now, who's ready for some trash talk?
Captain Polonsky.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
We look forward to showing Grit City.
Which department has the most grit.
- Boom! - TPD!
And as far as Tacoma FD is concerned,
well, you have the right
to receive a first-degree beatdown.
- Oh! - Oh!
You have the right
to have the bitch slapped out of you.
If you cannot stand up after,
a stretcher will be provided for you.
- TPD out! - TPD!
Wow.
Talk about your Miranda Wrongs.
Okay, now let's get fired up for Chief Terry McConky.
- Yeah! - Yes!
Let's go, Chief!
No. No.
Tell them, Chief!
Yeah. We're looking forward to this,
and, uh, it's gonna be a really big thing.
Oh, sir. Can you clear that doorway?
That is an emergency egress.
Thank you.
Well, that'll sell tickets.
Let's all hear it for the Battle Just Outside Seattle.
- Alright! - Yeah!
Hey, probie, I got a ton of grunt work for you to do.
I got a bunch of unwrapped hose in the garage.
The equipment needs to be stowed on the shelves,
and the bathrooms need a once-over, so come on.
- That's a lot of grunting. - Here.
I got a probie do-list for you to do, too.
Start by sharpening the axes.
Somebody used them to break down a side of beef
that somebody bought at the butcher shop yesterday.
Hey, Granny.
I got these test results from my doctor,
and it can't make heads or tails of it.
Can you help me out here?
Aha. This is why you've been so sluggish lately.
I don't think I been that...
I don't think I've been that sluggish.
It says here that you got low T.
- Low testosterone? - Yeah.
You got the levels of a 13-year-old girl.
Huh.
That's why I've been watching so much "Riverdale."
I thought it was the dark take
on an otherwise delightful comic book.
Their Jughead doesn't even wear the crown.
- That part doesn't bother me. - Yeah, no.
Decline in testosterone happens with age
or unhealthy living.
Huh. What's the fix?
Easy, just take some pills.
You got Testy Boost XL or Pharmasec.
Yeah, right.
Side effects include dry mouth and hairy knees.
You know, I don't recommend
taking too many pills, though, Chief.
I take a fistful every morning,
and I haven't crapped right in years.
I don't want to jeopardize my craps.
Those are my three favorite times of the day.
There are other ways, though.
In fact, there's a great article in this month's "Chiseled AF,"
"Natural Remedies for Everyday Maladies."
You know, can get your testosterone levels up
just by doing more male-based activities.
For instance, you could get your T levels up
just by eating more steak.
Hmm. I like steak.
That's... that's not how it works.
Let me ask you a question.
You find yourself doing an overwhelming amount
of female activities?
I do. I'm surrounded by women.
I have a wife and three daughters.
They make me piss sitting down.
They made me buy a cat.
They made me watch "The Voice."
- I do all those. - Unbelievable.
- Eh. - Oh.
Ah, man. That's pathetic.
- Way off! - Yikes.
Help me out here, guys.
For the sake of your health,
you need 200cc of steak, stat.
Eat steak.
I can get onboard with that.
Sure, because you never need to base
your medical decisions on science.
Right. Science is for nerds.
I hate nerds.
Carry on.
Hey, if it's like the middle of the night, though,
you guys do sit down, right?
What?
This is gonna be our year. I'm telling you.
Ooh, ah!
You guys know the best way to train for a fight
is lifting heavy crap.
You guys want in on this?
Ha! Try again, Tom Sawyer.
You trying to trick us into doing your grunt work.
I'm trying to give you guys the competitive edge.
You guys lost to the cops last year.
- Didn't that suck? - Yeah.
Yeah. That was pretty shitty, I guess.
This is the year you get revenge.
I mean, how did Rocky Balboa beat Ivan Drago in "Rocky IV"?
He was more American.
Chopping wood, lifting rocks in a barn, those were chores.
Rocky was just doing Mickey's chores.
Mickey wasn't in "Rocky IV." He was dead by then.
Yeah, Lucy. "You're a bum!"
It's more like, "You're a bum,
and you'll never amount to nothing."
He kind of sounds more drunk like,
"You're a bum, Lucy. I found you in the Dumpster."
Eh, no. That sucks. It's more
this, "You're a bum, I tells you."
No. Need more spittle.
"You're a stinking bum, Rocky.
I'll never train a stinking bum like you."
- Oh. There it is. - Yeah.
One of you guys is a dead man.
So dead.
You guys ever enter a room without storming in angrily?
I want to know which one of your guys
is sending dick pics to my wife.
Why do you think it was one of my guys, Jerry?
Because he's wearing blue pants, Terry.
- That could be any uniform. - Oh, really?
Take a look. What do you see?
Hmm, a penis.
Behind the penis.
- Uh, scrotum. - Behind the scrotum.
How do you enlarge this thing?
Right there.
Huh? What do you see?
That's a locker with a Tacoma FD turnout.
I mean, I still see scrotum.
Trust me. I know it's not Andy.
Let me just narrow this down for you, Jerry.
The mystery member belongs to me.
- You son of a bitch. - No, no!
I'll kill you!
- Whoa! - You cheated on her.
I was just revenge, a dish best served
with a side of sausage a la Penisi.
- Hey! - A la Penisi!
A la Penisi!
You know what?
I'm not gonna kill you today.
I'm gonna wait till next week after my guys pummel
your guys at the boxing match
because I challenge you to the main event.
- Ooh! - Alright.
I just crapped in my underpants.
Good thing I'm wearing yours.
- Oh! - Oh!
Doo-doo-doo-doo-da-da!
You know what?
You're a dead man, and I'm telling my guys
anyone who knocks their opponent out cold
gets a free lobster dinner.
- Ooh! - Ooh!
We talking Red Lobster,
or we talking tablecloths and napkins
and candles, like, Il Lobsterino?
Cloth, candles.
- Yeah. - Sommelier.
- Ooh!
Why would you want to go to a Somalian lobster restaurant?
- We'll see you next week. - Ooh.
Maybe a snifter of cognac, capreses.
Come on.
Relax. It's gonna be fine.
I'm Eddie Penisi.
♪ Eddie ♪
- Hey! - Whoa!
Son of a bitch.
Hmm, impressive.
Yeah. Now that this charity match has turned into a blood sport,
I'm wondering if we should take up
- Judo Girl on her offer. - Alrighty.
You really thinking about doing her chores?
What if she is like Mr. Miyagi from "The Karate Kid,"
and all the repetitive movements
turn into super-cool martial-arts moves
that we can apply to the ring?
Son of a bitch!
- Ooh! - Ooh-hoo-hoo!
Hey, it worked 3 times in the '80s
and one time for Will Smith's son, so...
Yeah. Let's do this.
- Let's do it. - Hey, ma'am.
You ever seen "Robin Hood"?
- You know what I mean? - Here you go.
Yeah. What's this?
Chief has got low testosterone, so...
Yeah, well, no surprise there.
Terry is a girl's name, and he's only got one testicle.
Hey, I lost that testicle saving your life.
So what? The lamb chops are supposed to hike up your T levels?
Yeah. Granny wants me to take pills.
I figured first I'd try the Ike Crystal Method.
Yeah. I call it the Crystal Meth for short.
Crystal Meth? Okay.
What's with the crossbow?
I'm going hunting this weekend.
- You don't hunt. - He does now.
I do now. Oh, you know what?
This thing with you and little Polonsky, knock it off.
You're playing with fire.
And as we all know, fire is bad.
What can I say, fellas?
Like many first responders,
I have developed quite a thirst for danger.
Well, drinking danger is not good for anyone's digestion.
- Just point it that way. - I don't think you guys understand.
I am such a hot streak right now.
Everything is coming up Eddie.
Every time I go to the track, I win big.
Every time I turn on the radio, it's Def Leppard.
- I can't lose. - Well, thanks to you,
all these guys have lobster bounties on their heads.
Well, I can't speak for the other guys,
but I'm Eddie Penisi.
♪ Eddie ♪
Are you trying to turn your name into a catch phrase?
No, though it would look nice on a bumper sticker.
Break it off with Lola Polonsky
before your luck runs out.
Whoa! Oh, boy.
- Oh-hoo-hoo! - Whoa.
Okay. See that?
There was a time when that would have nailed me
right between the eyes, but not these days
because these days I'm crapping rabbits' feet.
♪ Eddie ♪
Medium rare?
Yeah. I barely cooked them.
I like medium well.
Roll the hose. Roll the hose.
Roll the hose.
I like to see you keeping it tight, mopping the floors.
Yep, full extension.
Great work, Ike.
Clean the toilet bowl.
Clean the toilet bowl, and... Oh, man.
It's kind of hard to yell at you when you're looking like that.
I feel it in my triceps, coach.
You're killing it, Andy. Keep it up.
Can you talk to me about your influences?
I think my fighting style could best be described
as the grace of George Foreman
with the intensity of Jackie Chan.
Son of a bitch.
You really called the press?
Hey, I love this beat.
I mean, usually I just post pictures about people
I don't think belong in the neighborhood.
Hello. I have to go.
Uh, there's a missing package on Mulberry Lane.
- That guy's the best. - Sounds important.
Cap, you should really come train with us, you know?
I don't know if you know this,
but Polonsky is a Golden Gloves champion.
No need. I got the psychological edge.
I'm putting the stones to his wife.
That does a number on a guy.
Check this out.
Polonsky just tagged you in a video, Cap.
Penisi, I am gonna bury you
and then have a holiday party on your grave!
- Wow. He's good. - Fast, too.
You sure you don't want to take this
a little more seriously?
You're right. I got to step up my game.
Ahh.
Now I'm ready.
- Ah, not quite. - Oh-ho-ho-ho.
There you go. Now you are.
Smooth as the day your doctor slapped that behind.
Thanks, Andy's mom.
Always a pleasure having you bronze and depilate me.
Everybody is talking about the big fight
- on "My Neighborhood App." - Mm-hmm.
I got big Benjamins riding on you, Captain Eddie.
Whatever you're betting, double it.
Polonsky is a monster.
Maybe you'd want to take a supplement,
maybe not FDA approved, maybe?
No thanks. I got this fight in the bag.
Remember, I'm Eddie Penisi.
♪ Eddie ♪
Alright. Nobody questions you're Eddie Penisi,
but in case you're not, perhaps you'd be interested
in taking something called whale haunch.
- Whale haunch? - Mm-hmm.
Strongest part of the whale.
King Konali Pakooli
gave it to his warriors before every battle.
Gave them untold strength.
Hmm, I don't know.
Aw, come on.
I need to get rid of this stuff in case there's a raid, huh?
Okay, Andy's mom, for you.
Alright. $22.95.
- I'll take two. - Good.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Can I get you anything else?
Perhaps you'd be interested in a gremlin?
You got a gremlin in there?
Careful. She's in heat.
Well, I think that's it for the training.
You fellas are in great shape, totally ready.
Wait. That's it?
We're ready at the exact same time
that all your grunt work is finished.
There isn't any hidden Mr. Miyagi techniques
to use in the ring?
When you gonna show us how it all comes together?
That kind of shit only happens in movies.
- What?! Are you kidding me? - What?
You guys are good boxers. You'll be fine.
We trusted you.
Oh, Ike.
- Whoa! - Whoa!
Clean the toilet!
Roll the hose!
Clean the toilet! Clean the toilet!
Hey, Lucy. Throw me a punch.
Ah!
Throw me a punch! Clean the toilet!
There were hidden Miyagi techniques in the grunt work.
I guess there was.
- We're gonna kick some ass. - Oh, yeah!
Do me! Do me!
- Whoa! - Oh, oh.
- You good? - I wasn't ready.
Yeah. Go again.
- Yeah! - Hey!
- We're gonna kill them. - Hell yeah!
Hey, Vicky and girls! What's up?!
Okay. Wow.
- What is this? - Down here, right here.
- Whoo! This is where the good stuff is. - Is it? Is it?
This is where the rock 'n' roll is.
Yeah, but you don't play guitar.
Oh, you're right. I shred it.
Wow. That's painful.
- And you can hear it. - Okay. Alright. Alright.
Let's bring it down. Let's bring it down.
- Slash! - Let's bring it down, okay?
You like Slash?
No. I don't. I really don't, baby.
No.
Anyway, you texted me about the girls.
Now you can't take them to the movies with their friends?
- What's happening? - I can't
chaperone 10 little girls to the movies
to watch some sort of female a cappella group solve crimes.
It hurts my T levels.
I read it in "Chiseled AF" magazine.
Partaking in female activities is bad for my T.
So you want to up your T levels?
It's not complicated. You just take a pill.
I can easily get you Shaftamax.
I can get you Nutchaspike.
I get it. You're all science-driven.
I want to do things the natural way.
Okay.
I guess you won't need these sweet little cupcakes
your daughters made for you.
They're pink and girly and sprinkle-y and rainbow
because you, you're a manly son of a bitch.
- Come on, girls. - Hold on a second.
Now, wait, wait, whoa, whoa.
Oh, hey, sis. Hey, girls. I'll take those.
Yeah. No problem. Just don't let the chief have any.
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Hey, Chiefy.
I got something for you... whale haunch.
King Krakatoa used to give this to his warriors
before they ripped the heads of their enemies
- with their bare hands. - This will make me manly?
That'll spike your T right through your skull.
I guess at this point, anything helps, right?
- That's right. - Alright.
- Yeah. - Bombs away.
Do it. Oh, yeah. Chug it. Look at that.
You're becoming one with the ocean.
- Ouf. - Oh, yeah.
- Yeah! - That's manly.
Whale haunch!
- Whoa! - Hey.
This little guy survived as my streak continues.
Hey, hey. Good luck in that match
tomorrow, man, although I know
you don't need it, right, because you're Eddie...
Penisi!
Aaaah!
Aah!
Ladies and gentlemen of Tacoma,
let's get prepared to pummel.
Alright, guys. Remember, just go to the moves.
Mop the floor. Scrub the toilet. Roll the hose.
They are not gonna know what hit them.
Yes, Sensei!
Come on, Granny. Roll the hose.
- Roll the hose. - Roll the hose.
- Yeah!
Ouf!
Oops.
Alright, Ike. You got this.
- Tubbs! Tubbs! - Come on, buddy.
Just like we practiced, big guy.
Mop the floor! Mop the floor!
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Okay.
Oh!
Let's do this, Pikachu.
My head says no, but my libido says yes.
Doesn't he have that thing where he likes to get hit by her?
Yeah. It's called a fetish.
Scrub the toilet! Scrub the toilet!
I'm sorry, Andy.
Ah, don't worry about it.
Either way, I come out a winner.
You need help, man.
Come on, man. Turn around and fight.
Ugh!
It's hard to feel good about that.
- You don't need to do it. - Let me do it.
Ow, ow, ow, ow, stop. Stop. Stop.
Okay. Okay. Okay.
Hey, boys. Check it out.
Am I right? Like a king.
Dude, you look like Gandalf.
It's a little long, but check this out...
rhinestones.
- "Penisi Street." - Too much?
- I paid extra. - Worth every penny.
You kidding me, Cap? Looks great.
It's nice, right? It pops.
You know what? Let's make dinner plans.
This thing is gonna be over in 10 minutes.
- Granny, lace them up. - Okay.
Oh, hey, Ikey, will you read that text to me?
Sure, Cap.
It's not so much a text as it is a picture
- of the female genitalia. - Nice. Okay.
Text back, "I likes it,"
with the emoji of your choice.
You sure, Cap? I mean, it's really graphic.
I'm getting laced up.
I'm about to save the honor of the station.
Do me a solid. Text back.
You choose the emoji.
Of course. Alright. Yeah. Sure.
"I likes it." Yeah. Pretzel emoji.
- Pretzel? - What, you don't like pretzels?
Hi, sweetie.
I came to watch you kick his ass.
Hey, Lola. How you doing?
We were just sexting you.
You have a wonderful tramp stamp by the way.
I don't have a tramp stamp.
- That'll be all, Ike. - Is that you?
You've been cheating on me?
Did we establish exclusivity?
You asshole.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Wow!
I'll rip your head off your scrawny little body.
- Sleep with one eye open, you prick. - Get her out of here.
I'm gonna get you.
Okay. Take it easy.
What the hell happened in here?
Oh, my ankle.
Ahh.
Your last name has penis in it.
Anyone else notice that?
Oh, yeah. This ankle is broken.
I'm gonna have to pull him from the fight.
I guess it's Polonsky's lucky day.
- Oh, it's his lucky day? - Somebody go tell him.
He just got a reprieve from the governor.
He's faking. Pussy!
Well, he's still gonna kick your ass.
In, like, 6 to 8 weeks.
Yeah. Yeah. You hear that? Mark your calendar.
Oh, you're having your sister do your fighting for you now.
Oh! Don't talk about my wife like that.
I'll fight you myself, you assclown.
Bring it on, fat boy.
I don't care who it is at this point.
Let's do this, ginger.
Ginger?! Oh! It's on!
Terry, you sure about this?
Yeah. I'm sure about this.
Ah!
Uh, what in God's name is that?
- You'll see. - Mm!
Whale haunch, makes a man strong.
Chief, you haven't even trained.
I don't need to train because tonight,
- I'm Eddie Penisi. - ♪ Eddie ♪
- Hey! - Hey!
And now for the main event,
followed by the raffle for the leaf blower,
in this corner, weighing 190, the Jabrona from Tacoma,
Police Captain Jerry Polonsky!
- Yeah! - Boo!
And in this corner, weighing...
195!
Sure.
Fire Chief Terry McConky.
- Whoo! - Go, Terry!
- Come on! - Yeah!
- Yeah, there he is. - Yes!
- You up for this, Chief? - Yeah.
I've been taking whale haunch.
- Where'd you get that from? - Eddie gave it to me.
- Where'd you get that from? - From your mom.
Oh, that stuff is bullshit.
It's just coconut water and vanilla extract.
She tell you a whole story about King Kalapanaki?
Yeah. It's a great story.
No. It's all fake.
God, she makes so much money preying off white people's
condescending beliefs in third-world cultures.
Shrewd. She is so full of ancient-island wisdom.
She try to sell you a gremlin?
- She sold me a gremlin. - No. It's a flying squirrel.
So wait. It's not real?
Mnh-mnh.
Oh, shit.
Ahh.
What'd the doctor say?
He said I have contusions,
lacerations and a little bit of brain damage.
He says I'm lucky I still know how to breathe.
Oh, but that beating did somehow raise my T levels,
so, Granny, I did it the natural way.
- Hey. - You're an inspiration.
Whoo!
What an unforgettable night, huh, guys?
Oh, yeah. Let me guess.
On the way to the hospital, you boned the ambulance driver.
Close.
You got to the hospital, and you boned the E.R. doctor.
No. I made sweet love
to the lady that rented me this scooter.
Son of a bitch.
And after the lovemaking,
I found a buffalo nickel in the parking lot.
How do you do it, huh, Cap?
How does everything keep coming up roses for you?
It's easy, my friend. I'm Eddie Penisi.
♪ Eddie ♪
Okay. That's it.
What are you doing?
You need a little humble pie, and I'm the guy to feed you.
Are you threatening me? Do you know who I am?
I know who you are.
You're a guy whose luck just ran out.
Come at me.
My fist, your face,
- a match made in heaven. - Ding, ding.