- It's easy. If you just follow the clues,
you always get it right.
- But did John Hunchman get it right?
How did he go from being a famous boy detective
to a sad, lonely man?
- Last year John and I realized
we never really grew up.
- No, no. I've had plenty of human girlfriends.
[groaning]
Promise me you won't use this?
- [laughs]
- Ma'am? Uh, if you don't like the show,
do you mind if I switch to the game?
- I like this show, bud.
I like it a lot.
[exhales]
[dryer buzzes]
And by the way, bud, that's a fudging no on the fudging game.
[laughs]
You were such a star then.
Does it hurt to think about those days now?
- I don't really think about the past.
- You sure don't, you bung hole.
- Before we go tonight, some tragic news,
Grubby has struck again.
The high school mascot-gone-rogue
was just spotted throwing stink bombs
into the Luxury Electric Car Dealership in New Downtown.
We have this exclusive video
from an uncompensated citizen journalist.
- Grubby! Grubby! Grubby!
- Oh, that smell. - Hork! Hork!
- My nose. - Hork! Hork!
[dramatic jazz noir music]
♪ ♪
[bell rings] - Solutions.
Mystery solutions here.
Hot solutions.
Hey, kids, got a mystery you want solved?
Need a hot analytical mind?
- Yeah, as a matter of fact I do.
What kind of pedo freak show hands out business cards
at a high school?
- This guy. Mystery solved. What a loser.
[laughter]
- This is depressing.
Ugh, I'm calling it, David.
Operation grow Up? It's a bust.
- No! Wrong!
Dr. Marjorie Frost says only failures accept failure.
Winners soar above reality.
Here, eat this; put this in your mouth.
It's gonna help you. - I don't wanna--
what is that? - It's a Frost Bite.
It's prehistoric meat stick
featuring curated ancient proteins
like crocodile and lizard.
- Why are you eating it?
- Because it's part of Dr. Frost's Dinosaur Diet.
It's all I'm allowed to eat now.
No more eating leaves. [horn honks]
- Bonjour! Bonjour! Yo-yo! Monsieur Hunchman!
I see you are once again working for teenagers.
Or trying to.
- Well, Pon-Pon, we don't have much choice, do we?
You stole all our grown-up clients.
- Ouais! This is true, but, uh, look on the bright side.
You are no longer a virgin, uh,
because you've finally been fucked.
[engine revving]
- I-is he gone?
both: Ahh!
- What is that? - The fuck are you?
- Grubby! Hork! Hork! Hork!
But you can call me Mitch.
- Mmm.
Oh, thank you for this meat stick.
It's delicious.
- I know!
- Mr. Hunchman, you gotta believe me,
I'm the good Grubby, the original.
That bad Grubby you see on TV?
He's an imposter.
- So you're saying there's a second Grubby?
- Yeah, I know. It's very confusing
- Why don't you start from the beginning?
- Okay, so I'm the mascot performer
on the cheer squad.
Of course, I was supposed to be the old mascot,
the Smoking Baby.
- Whoa, you were gonna be Smoking Baby?
That's amazing. - Well, yeah. You know,
My great-grandad was the very first Smoking Baby.
But my dad was the first Smoking Baby
to actually shave his whole body.
He passed last year.
Oh! And then my uncle Steve flunked senior year on purpose
so he could be Smoking Baby for a fifth year.
And my cousin Steve was the last Smoking Baby--
uh, before Smoking Baby got canceled.
- Long overdue, some might say.
- Oh, right, Okay, Hooray. Another win for the Woke Mob.
I mean, sure it's "bad" for babies to smoke now.
But those were different times.
I mean, remember, when we went took the SAT
we had mandatory smoke breaks.
- Okay, David. - I love Smoking Baby forever.
I will never turn my back on Smoking Baby.
I mean, what even is a "Grubby"?
- He's this wacky monster I made up.
He represents the spirit of fun.
- Who lately has been running around trashing
fancy coffee shops and farting in the Apple store.
- [laughs] Okay, that's actually awesome.
- Goodbye forever, Smoking Baby.
Time moves on. Hello, Grubby.
I embrace you. - But that's Bad Grubby.
Good Grubby just wants everyone to have fun.
- So why were you hiding in the bushes?
- The police are watching my house now.
You've gotta clear Grubby's name,
good Grubby's name, not bad Grubby's name.
- Hmm. Making a full big-head mascot costume isn't easy.
It takes special skills, resources...
- Believe me, I know.
This amazing cosplay expert I know made it for me.
- Ah. [chuckles]
I think I know who you're talking about.
Mitch, stay here.
Don't leave until I let you know it's safe.
- Well, well, the old vape store stake-out gang
together again.
- Wow, Monica. I didn't know the junior college
had a cosplay major.
- Ugh, They didn't. I started it last semester
as self-directed study, and now 200 kids are enrolled.
- Wow, that's awesome. - Unbelievable.
College kids are getting degrees in dressing up
like the Herculoids or Strawberry Shortcake
or whoever?
How is that gonna prepare them for the real world?
- Ha. Do you want to know how much I made
off my Twitch stream last month?
- Uh, I don't know what that is, but sure.
Show me how much amazing money you made last month.
- And that's after taxes.
- [gasps]
- Look. I don't know why you're here.
I already told the police I only made one Grubby costume.
- Hmm, I wonder if this might be a case
of Dr. Grubby and Mr. Grubby.
- Wait, now there are four Grubbys?
- No, David. I'm suggesting that there is
one Grubby with two personalities,
both of them named Mitch.
And send.
- But there is a second Grubby.
These are hairs leftover from the Grubby suit
I made for Mitch. - Hmm.
- It took me three months to get that
from my fur guy in Seoul. - Oh.
- Now take a look at this.
These are the hairs you collected
from Bad Grubby's attack on that Vintage Denim shop.
- Hmm, "Behold, I stand at the door"--
- "And knock. If any man hear my voice
"and open the door I will come in to him
and will sup with him, and he with me."
That's Revelations 3:30, John.
It's from the Bible. Super-famous book.
- I presume this came from Hobby Nobby?
- Mmm-hmm, Dicktown's
one and only wildly Christian craft store.
And you know I don't fuck with Hobby Nobby.
- Okay, but maybe Mitch made
the second Grubby costume himself
with Hobby Nobby fur but based on your design.
- No. I'm telling you,
it's not Mitch.
I should know. He's my boyfriend.
- Oh. - What?
- Oh, but don't tell Mitch's mom.
She...doesn't like me.
[phone rings] - Oh, excuse me.
Go for Hunchman.
- John, I'm at your houseboat.
You were right Mitch is gone.
And also, your bathroom is a wreck.
- What? - Wait, there's more.
I just saw Grubby on a rideshare moped
speeding the wrong way up Collegetown Avenue.
I'm gonna call it in.
- No, don't call it in yet.
- Okay. Why are we at Mitch's house?
- It's the last place I can think of to look.
We got to find that kid.
He's very troubled in the head.
[siren wailing]
Okay. Heather's called in her Grubby sighting.
Let's move in.
[owl hooting]
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
both: Ahh!
all: Ahh!
- What are you doing here?
- Well, we could ask the same of you.
- I snuck in through the backyard.
I had a digestive emergency
that your houseboat bathroom couldn't handle.
- Yeah, Frost Bite's will wreck a toity.
You see, our colons and buttholes have evolved
too much since prehistoric times.
- I'm sorry my butthole is too modern.
- Never mind that.
Mitch, this shrine is very artfully constructed.
Does your mom by any chance craft?
- How did you know?
- Hmm, show me.
[ominous music]
- Wha? A lock? That's new.
What do you think the combination is?
- Hmm, alphanumeric.
Try 22623563.
[keypad beeping]
[lock clicks open] - Whoa.
What does 22623563 spell?
- David, it spells...
- Cancel me!
Cancel me!
[together] Grubby! Grubby!
Grubby! Grubby! Grubby!
- No, no. No Grubby, no. Boo Grubby.
Cancel me.
- Bad Grubby, stop throwing wine, please.
Please, Mama.
[together] Oh, my God. What the? Grubby.
- There were like nine different versions
of the Grubby costume in her crafting room.
It was like Tony Stark's lab in there.
- Shh. Be quiet. I'm watching this.
- They canceled Smoking Baby, son.
I'm just trying to protect our family's legacy.
- I know, Mama.
Mr. Hunchman figured out your plan:
trashing the Tesla dealership,
the Apple store, then the hot yoga studio
all leading to this fancy white wine shop.
- Exactly, all the fancy shit that liberals like.
I thought if I attacked them then the Woke Mob
would cancel Grubby and we'd get Smoking Baby back.
But Grubby just got more and more popular.
- 'Cause liberals don't love those places, Mama.
Deep down everyone hates those places.
- Really?
Even this white wine shop?
What is there to hate about a store
that only serves whites?
[crowd gasps, boos]
- Cancel that lady.
- Hey, she's talking about wine.
My mama isn't racist.
Uh, are you? - No.
It's just... [sighs]
Monica, I don't get the cosplay.
You dress my boy up, hide him in fur
instead of letting him be the big,
beautiful Smoking Baby he was born to be.
- Uh, Mitch, you want to take this one?
- I love her, Mama.
And I don't want to shave my whole body and wear a diaper
or smoke, actually.
- [sighs] Well, I can't say I understand,
but if this is what makes you happy, here you go, Grubby.
all: Grubby! Grubby! Grubby!
Grubby! Grubby! Grubby!
Grubby! Grubby! Grubby! Grubby! Grubby!
- [gasps] Oh, my God.
David, it's her. It's Madame Slingshot.
- What's a Madame Slingshot now?
- The woman who's been stalking me. There.
- Her real name is actually Motorcycle Car Lady.
Wh-where is she? I don't see her.
Wait a minute. John, that's Kaydee.
- What? Who?
- Kaydee Festermeyer from high school, man.
- Kaydee Festermeyer?
Why does that name sound familiar?
- Oh-ho-ho, she was a legend.
She cured her own tobacco.
She had, like, a super-dangerous beehive.
She had a pet raccoon named Ripper,
who she kept in her locker.
Oh, and her mom glued hair on the dolls
at the Lettuce Head Southern Dolls factory.
- Hey, Purefoy, how the fudge are you?
- Hey, what's up, Kaydee?
- I don't think your little friend
has been following my clues.
- I think he just figured it out.
- Don't talk to her like it's normal.
- The Mystery of the Golden Lungs.
- It's easy.
If you just follow the clues, you always get it right.
- In tenth grade the Tobacco Club's Golden Lungs trophy
was stolen.
You traced it to Kaydee's locker.
She got suspended, and no one ever saw her again.
- You know what you did yet, Hunchman, huh?
You see the big picture?
- No, I don't. What do you want from me?
What do you want?
- Revenge!
- I hate to say this,
but I think she wants revenge.
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