Look at my new puppy. He come home yesterday.
Cute.
Hello?
What?
What's happening?
- Talk to me! - What's going on?
Oh, my God. This [bleep] bird.
Mom got tackled by the bird?
How do you get tackled by a bird?
This is the worst thing I've done in my entire life.
This bird has become a real problem.
It really messed Mom up yesterday.
So I'm having to take some drastic action
and do things I've never done before.
Bird murder.
Aw, I can't burn you alive.
I just can't do it. I mean, he's cute.
I think he's just hungry.
Probably never had a sandwich before.
Do you want mustard or mayo?
Give you some mustard.
Okay, let me show you around.
This is my brother-in-law, Kanye West.
No, no.
Up the stairs.
See, this is the second floor.
Humans have to walk up stairs. Birds can just fly.
So I came up with another plan:
to adopt him, nurture him,
teach him how to be a regular, non-asshole bird.
So I locked him in my room
and told Mom she could come out of her bedroom
and go back to living a normal life.
But then,
the bird escaped.
[bleep].
Kimberly, I gotta go. The paramedics need my help.
Bye.
I have to look at the surveillance right now.
Oh, my God.
Where are they?
What is going on?
Mom!
Are you sure it was the bird?
Could it have been a Frisbee or a football?
- Oh, my neck. - Is her neck stable?
I can't move my neck.
Are neck injuries bad?
I don't know what to do right now.
I don't know, Kimberly.
This has just been the hardest week of my life,
and it straight up just ended with me
doing literally the worst thing I've ever done.
I don't know what to do.
So how are you doing, and how is everything?
I just told you.
It's been the hardest week of my life, and it straight up just ended
with me doing literally the worst thing I've ever done.
I don't know what to do.
But I feel like you finally are done.
Yeah, I feel like, I'm, like, done too.
You're way closer to being over it,
where before, I thought you were so into it.
Yeah.
Kimberly is totally right.
I am closer to being over it,
when before, I was so into it.
Hey, Mom.
I know you asked us to leave you out here for a while,
but I'm gonna bring you some stuff.
I've grown a lot in these past few hours,
and I think it's time that I make a really big change in my life.
I brought you a lamp, blanket, some soup.
I don't know, I guess I just-- I guess I feel responsible for you.
For your condition.
I told you I got rid of the bird, and I didn't,
and it wasn't the bird's fault at all.
It was my fault.
The bird's pretty dope, actually.
I've been trying really hard these past few weeks to figure my stuff out
and to be a bigger part of this family,
but I just don't know anymore.
If this is me trying, then maybe I should just stop trying
and move somewhere far away, like Alaska...
or Alhambra.
I don't know.
Kimberly is right.
I'm finally done.
Why don't I tuck you in?
What's Sugar Ray?
Sugar Ray. Oh, my God.
How did I forget my mom's love for alternative rock and roll music?
I've looked through Mom's shit legit 25 times the past few weeks,
and the answer's been in front of my eyes the entire time.
Sugar Ray.
Forget everything I just said.
I have an idea.
I'll see you in the morning.
I'm gonna get Sugar Ray to play Mom's party.