-Go, go, go, go, go! Agh!
See? Everything worked out.
Aw. I wanna be a ladder.
So, James, has Echo found a place to live yet?
I told her that she could crash in the RV for the foreseeable future,
from which she is from.
That is so nice of you, trusting someone with your junk.
Okay.
I am a nice person, Max, but if you cross me,
I won't be afraid to say something about it.
Are you gonna say something?
Uh, yeah. I got this.
Ah.
Ah!
-What? -Nothing! Everything's fine.
Good. 'Cause for a minute you were sounding like something was wrong.
Oh, if I had a problem, you'd know it.
Sweet! Then I'm off to get more cheese puffs and peanut butter.
Bye-bye, have fun.
Ugh, how does she not realize what she's done to this place?
It's a dump.
Aw, man, you tried to tell her, I heard the sighs.
Maybe she doesn't understand sighs.
Do they not have sighs in the future?
Oh, you're just gonna have to talk to her with, you know, words.
Why is it my responsibility to tell Echo that she's a bad guest?
Because that's what people with spines do.
Well, I find it completely deplorable that we, the offended,
always have to say something to the offender.
What about our right as upstanding citizens to just drop hints,
or talk about them behind their backs, or leave anonymous notes?
Why must we tell someone,
who I'm almost positive knows they're wrong, that they're in the wrong?
So you're afraid to talk to Echo.
No. Pfft, afraid?
-No! -Are you sure?
'Cause I can smell afraid.
Like a bee.
Well, I'm not afraid.
It's time we get Echo to stop trashing this place.
So you're gonna be up front, finally say what you feel,
and tell her to start respecting our clubhouse.
Yes!
By being passive-aggressive and petty.
Hey. What's going on?
Aw, man. You just missed it.
Sagu's been declared a protected species.
I'm a national treasure!
Guess you're gonna have to find somewhere to live.
Ugh, I'm sorry.
What are you gonna do?
Huh. Well, guess I'll be crashing with you, then.
Uh, yeah.
I guess you'll be crashing with me, then.
Why didn't you use your words?
It'll be fine, right?
Come on, there's no way my parents would let a slob like Echo stay with us.
-Um, what are you doing? -Getting set up.
This ought to be a trainwreck, and I can't wait to see how it unfolds.
You're gold!
And that's how Professor Dumas ruined food for everyone.
I hate that guy!
Wait, you're cool with Echo moving in to the house?
Of course we are.
How often is it that an astrophysicist
gets to share a home with someone from the future?
Yeah. And your mom and I always talk about
how great it would be to have a do-over.
Patrick, uh-- ooh, oversharing.
Oversharing.
Dad! James' parents just told him that Echo's moving in!
Make some popcorn!
I created you because I needed someone to make me popcorn.
I designed you with popcorn-making arms
specifically for an event such as this.
Daddy hungy.
Echo, honey, you just make yourself at home.
A'ight.
I wish my shoes did that.
Oops.
Hey, maybe Echo would like a donut.
I got your favorite.
They're in the kitchen.
My donuts!
Oh, sweet sugar, take me away from this bad, bad dream.
Ooh. I want a donut. Dad!
Did you design me with donut-making arms too?
-No.
It's the one thing I forgot.
Okay, Dad, stop talking, I'm trying to watch my show!
Sweet!
We don't have donuts in the future, only donut holes.
The empty space in between the donut
'cause they don't exist in my time.
Ah!
Mm.
Uh…
-Whoa! -Gimme, gimme.
Ah!
You want that?
No, I'm okay.
You sure? They're real good.
Nope. I'm fine.
Well, don't want it to go to waste.
Don't wanna leave these things around.
They'll attract unwanted houseguests.
Uh, yeah.
Unwanted houseguest.
Maybe it'll be okay.
I mean, nothing's on fire… yet.
I'll just calm my nerves with an episode of "For Real Housewives of Atlantis."
OMG, Bridget!
It's not like that!
Oh, my gosh, Bridget!
You're too good for him.
-Oh, come on, Bridget!
Oh, yeah, TV time.
Mind if I join you?
Um… sure.
Man, do you see this?
Uh, I can't help but see it.
Ooh, man! He's gonna lose it.
Do I look like I was born yesterday?
You are getting the boot!
Boot!
Cool boots, right?
In the future, everything's voice activated.
Oh, here it comes. He's gonna say something.
I'm gonna go watch TV in my room.
Aw, this show sucks!
There's no conflict!
You know what? That's it!
-I'm calling the network!
Finally, some peace.
-Hello? -Why haven't you talked to Echo?
I'm finding it hard to root for your character in this episode!
Episode? Max, this is my life, and she's ruining it like she ruined the RV!
All you need to do is grow a spinal cord, man!
I have two. I find them very helpful.
Your mom says I'm bunking with you.
Oh, show's back on, gotta go.
Ugh!
Whoa! Ow, my left spine!
Ooh, antiques!
Huh, must be broken.
Hey. You cool?
Cool as a snow globe.
Ha, sweet.
Whoa, oh!
I'm gonna take a spin in the swirly water trash can.
My snow globe! My carpet!
Ugh!
One more time in the back, roomie!
We can play with your action figures!
Bridget!
She can't trash my stuff if I don't have any stuff.
Oh, man! He's lost it.
Now this is TV.
Ah.
Hey. What happened to all your stuff?
I'm a minimalist now.
Like, since I went to the bathroom?
Yep. I needed a life change.
Okay.
So you don't want any of your stuff anymore?
Nope. All I need is food, clothing, and shelter.
Uh, scratch that. Just food and shelter.
My floor is your floor.
You can sleep wherever you like.
Yeah, no, thanks. I need a bed.
Yes! I did it! She's out.
That can't be it!
Yeah. Boring.
Ugh, maybe it's just a commercial break.
Finally, the commercial's over.
Hey, what the--?
Echo's bed? Echo's phone?
Echo's mirror?
Echo's poster?
Echo's door? Echo's bean bag?
Echo's snow globe?
Hey, could you not touch my stuff? It's setting off my alarm.
What do you mean your stuff?
You said you didn't need this stuff anymore, and I needed some stuff.
So now, it's my stuff.
You go to school, you know math.
Yeah, well, math.
Well, I'd like to subtract you from my room.
What was that?
Oh, nothing.
Huh?
Hey, I think it's great you were cool with me touching all your stuff,
but just so you know,
I'm not cool with people touching my stuff.
You know, back in the future,
it's called common courtesy.
Everything okay, James?
-Touch, touch, touch, touch, touch,
touch, touch, touch, touch, touch!
-Ah! -Hey, I can see colors.
You're beautiful!
And vibrant!
And…
Yep, black and white again.
Touch, touch, touch, touch, touch!
I said don't touch my stuff!
Hey! You need to get off Sagu!
He's a national treasure!
Ooh!
Uh.
He's not a national treasure.
-What?
I made that up to get you to move out of the RV
because you were constantly leaving trash all over it
and nut-buttering up our gaming controllers.
Then you move into my house, eat my donuts,
take over my TV,
and take possession of everything I ever owned,
I assume so you can trash that too,
and none of this would have happened
if you were aware that you're a slovenly person!
So what are you trying to say?
You're a slob!
Okay.
Well, if you wanted me to clean up the RV, why didn't you just say so?
All done.
That's it?
Yeah. In the future, we don't do passive-aggressive.
We do full aggressive.
Trash is vaporized.
Oh, I almost forgot.
Oh, man, look at those special effects!
I'd hate to mess up your minimalist journey,
so I vaporized everything in your room!
Props for being so Zen.
Doesn't it feel good to finally speak your mind?
James! Is there something you wanna say?
I hear the sighs!
No! I'm good!
Bridget!