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- [both joyfully screaming] - [Mary] Kiff, Barry,
enough with the bed jumping!
You'll cave the frames in.
[both] Sorry, Mom!
[quirky music playing]
Whew! I need a glass of juice after all that bouncing!
Can I have 20 nuts for cargo pants?
That's what your allowance is for, Terri.
[Kristophe whimpering]
Everyone else has them.
- Terri... - Hey, Mom, can we extend our bedtime?
- Please, please... - Because as the night goes on,
- ...please! - ...you get weirder.
Slow your roll, kids.
I've only got two ears.
Hey, Mom, what's for dinner?
- Whoops. - This just warms my heart.
My four babies, plus my bonus baby...
- Yo! - ...all home
under the same roof.
Mom, I'm 17,
inches away from adult
and miles away from baby.
Oh, nonsense. You will always be my babies
no matter how old you get.
Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!
[dramatic music]
Put 'er there, Mary!
Mwah!
You don't know what you're missing, bro.
[groans] I need a break from this daycare center.
Mom, can I borrow the hot rod?
- [keys beep] - [tires screech]
[engine revving]
[keys beep]
I'm sorry, hon.
You're not mature enough to borrow my hot rod.
What? Yes, I am!
You're not ready for all of that responsibility.
Maybe in a year or so,
once you've mastered doing your own laundry.
But-- But-- But-- But--
[Mary] Oh, come on now, Harry. We've been over this!
- [Barry slurps] - [Harry] Ugh!
[Harry] Oh, I'm not mature enough?
I'll show you how mature I am.
Where are you going?
I'm running away.
[grunts] Goodbye forever, family.
[sighs] Teenagers.
Kiff!
I'm not ready to be separated from Harry.
I've lived with him for my whole life!
He'll be back. Harry's a kid!
Where's he gonna go?
[Kiff] See?
He's just lingering.
He has no plan.
He's on the move!
[Barry] We need higher ground for visibility!
[Terri whistling]
Oh, man, running away into your own backyard?
If you love something, set it free.
If it doesn't come back, more room for me.
[door slams]
[rooster crows]
[Kiff] He's awake. Now!
[peaceful music playing]
[sniffs]
[yawns]
[smacks lips]
[softly] It's working!
[tense music plays]
[quirky music playing]
- Oops. - No!
He's running away even further!
[Barry sniffing]
This dirt still smells like him.
Don't panic, Barry.
We all know there's no such thing as free breakfast.
Heh. Come on!
[Barry] Please! Come back home.
It's not so bad.
Three hots and a cot!
Your face says you don't know what that means.
Three hot meals and a bed.
It's the basics, baby.
I am a mature young adult.
I can take care of myself.
Ah, yes, if only we were all
as mature as you, Harry,
standing in an alley, waiting for...
Curse you, misshapen oval donut!
You're not Bonut's Donuts material!
[flies buzzing]
Kiff...
I think Harry just caught free breakfast.
[Kiff] Excuse me, Ms. Bonut.
Oh, please, call me Cakie.
Mmm, Cakie.
How often do you find a misshapen donut?
Oh, rarely happens.
Next to never.
Mm, hear that, Harry?
Next to never.
What are you gonna do tomorrow?
I have my Wits.
[rock music playing]
♪ I'm on my own for the first time ♪
♪ But I betcha that it won't be the last time ♪
[Harry screams]
♪ I live my life on the edge ♪
♪ I don't need friends or beds ♪
[Rob exclaiming]
♪ Cut me, I bleed, but it don't hurt ♪
♪ I'm all alone ♪
♪ It's me against the universe ♪
♪ Step on my toe, I won't know ♪
[Harry yells]
♪ You can't hurt me ♪
♪ It's me against the universe ♪
♪ I'm never going home ♪
♪ Forever I will roam ♪
♪ Give a dog a bone ♪
♪ Whoa, whoa, yeah ♪
[foreboding music playing]
Harry looks so sad.
Running away is emotionally taxing.
How do we handle this?
With kid gloves, buddy.
[peaceful music playing]
Heya, Harry. How's it goin'?
[Harry whimpers]
Listen, Har, Barry really misses you,
and it doesn't seem like being an adult
is working out that well, so, uh, let's all go home.
It's over, buddy.
Huh?
The only thing that's over
is my childhood!
[panting]
[both] Harry!
[both panting]
[Harry] You two can go home now,
'cause I just got a job and a place to crash.
- What? - Mr. Rat's gonna
let me live in the back room,
where he keeps the off-season hats.
I am a mature adult.
Harry's never coming home.
No way!
Harry isn't prepared to have a full-time job.
Especially not in customer service.
Do you know how terrible some customers are?
He just needs a taste of how awful this job will be.
[soft music playing over speakers]
Can I help you find any--
Nice try, dweebs. I know that's you.
[in posh accent] How rude!
We are here to shop for hats.
[in posh accent] And also mats, maybe!
- I'm not helping you. - [Rat] Harry!
Did I just hear you say you won't help
these two fancy and beautiful women?
You wanna lose your job and bed in the back
with the off-season hats?
N-No, Mr. Rat. I'm sorry. I'll do better.
Certainly hope so!
Because that's how we do things
down here at Rat's Hats and Mats.
[Harry] Ugh.
[quirky music playing]
[sighs]
[Harry grunts]
Does it come in mat?
[yells]
Hmm, I'm not sure
I like the fit.
Do you have size one-and-a-half?
That's not a real size.
[gasps] Did you just disagree with the customer?
Well, I'm gonna speak to your manager!
Oh, Mr. Rat!
[whispering] Okay, okay! Hold on!
Maybe there's one in the back.
[groans]
[in normal accent] He's gonna break any minute now.
[dance music playing]
[both gasp]
This is all yours?
This lava lamp?
[in normal accent] Is this your bed?
Yep.
May we?
[both joyfully laughing]
Wow, Harry, you really are an adult!
Glad you're seeing things my way.
Kiff, I know I said I want Harry to come home,
but maybe there's another way.
I read you loud and clear, Barry.
[maniacal laughter]
[objects thumping]
[Kiff grunts, sighs]
We're running away also!
We're gonna live here with you!
Isn't that exactly what you were hoping for?
Um...
Uh...
Yeah... sure.
- [Rat] Harry! - Sorry, Mr. Rat!
[both laughing]
[sad music playing]
[sighs]
[cash register beeps]
[Kiff and Barry laughing]
Kiff, Barry! Can you jump a little gentler?
You'll break the frame.
I love being back with you, big bro!
Can-- Can we-- Can we borrow the lava lamp?
And does the juice taste good?
What? No, you could break it.
- Can we go get candy? - Oh, lava lamp juice!
- Y'know, what I want is a pizza. - Mmm.
- [Barry] A big ol' cheeser... - Ah, slow down.
I can't listen to you both at once.
...pepperonis with onions, olives--
I've only got two ears.
- Juice! Juice! Juice! - Mushrooms!
- [Kiff] We can order more lava lamps! - [Harry growling]
What's your credit card number?
You're both not mature enough!
[gasps]
[Kiff] Well, fine then.
We're gonna run away and prove
we are mature enough!
What? You already ran away.
We all ran away. That's what this is!
[Kiff] Oh, yeah, that's right.
[Kiff and Barry laughing]
Wha-- Wait.
Wow. I guess it's actually really hard
to parent two to four ungrateful children.
[laughter continues]
[laughter stops]
[sad music playing]
Hey, where's he goin'?
Probably to get us that stew.
Oh, okay.
[both laughing]
[doorbell rings]
Harry, you're back.
Hey, Mom. I'm really sorry.
You're the best mom in the whole world.
I don't know what's gotten into you,
but I'll take it!
Wanna go for a ride in the hot rod?
I'll let ya steer.
[Harry sobs]
I would like that very much.
Mwah!
Can you make us dinner?
Get outta here!
[closing theme music playing]
Chirp.