Damn.
I know that man has money hidden here somewhere.
Well, I can't find any,
and I have searched my eyes to the bone.
Well, I know it's here somewhere.
Bud, you were downstairs for two hours.
Didn't you find anything?
Uh-- Absolutely nothing.
Hm?
I-- I brought these down with me.
Now, I know he has hidden money.
I got a sign from above.
This morning, the bacon strips on my Grand Slam breakfast
were in the shape of dollar signs.
You had a Grand Slam breakfast.
Oh.
Didn't I take you two with me?
Oh, I know.
I just ordered things I knew you'd like.
Did I have the sausage?
A double order.
Ha.
Okay, kids. Let's go back to work.
I know he has money here somewhere.
Now, who wants to check his underwear drawer?
All right. I'll check his underwear.
After all, he has only one pair.
Now, Bud, you take the closet.
Appropriate for you, Bud.
And, Kelly, honey, you take the back seat of the car.
Appropriate for you, Kel.
All right.
Whoa, money!
Hi, Dad.
Save the effort for the bathroom, Dad.
I saw the money.
Pretty crafty hiding it in the one place
that even Mom has always feared to tread.
It's not what you think.
Oh, then, you're not gonna go somewhere without us?
Well, then, it is what you think.
But, son...
I'm going to a shoe convention.
I thought after your failed, beer-induced
"shoe d'état" back in '87,
you were barred from the conventions for life.
I was.
But Jim Thompson wasn't.
And that's my new name.
Uh, Dad--
Uh-- Call me Jim.
Jim, uh...
Surely even a dull man has asked himself,
"Why would anyone wanna go to a shoe convention?"
To stay on the cutting edge of the shoe business, son.
To exchange shoe information.
To find out new shoe technology.
To bounce shoe groupies on my knee.
And more importantly--
and this is something you must never, ever tell your mother
-- this year, it's in L.A.
L.A.?
Home of Hollywood, sunshine, and huge, man-made hooters?
And-- And let's not forget their world-famous shoe stores.
Oh, and what about the city's culture?
I've been saving up all my money.
Oh, look what I already bought.
"Producer."
I'm gonna-- I'm gonna put it
on the front of the old Dodge to trick the chicks.
Now, son.
Remember...you must not utter a word
to any member of the family.
I swear, Dad.
When do we leave?
We, son? Well--
I seek fun, I go alone.
Now, remember, son,
you're the man of the house now.
And remember...
silence for the brotherhood of men.
Mom, Dad has money!
He's planning to spend it without us!
I knew it. I knew it!
The bacon never lies.
Yes. He's going to L.A.
L.A.?
We're going to Long Island?
No, honey.
It's Los Angeles we're going to!
We're going to Los Angeles!
No, you're not. I'm going alone.
Can we drop in on Hef?
No!
Can we go to Garfield's house?
No!
Oh, Al, can I buy a bra at Frederick's of Hollywood?
Hell, no!
Now, hear me, all of you.
I'm going alone.
You can scream, you can cry.
Peg, you can threaten me with sex.
You're not going.
I, Jim Thompson, have spoken.
* 99 bottles of beer On the wall *
* 99 bottles of beer *
* You take one down You pass it around *
* 98 bottles of beer On the wall *
Beautiful country, isn't it?
* 98 bottles of beer... *
It smells in this car.
That's America you're smelling, kids.
Just look at its majesty.
* Toodle-lumma-lumma Toodle-lumma-lumma *
* Toodle-ee-ay *
* I picked my bananas All along the way *
* Singing toodle-lumma-lumma Toodle-ee-ay *
Daddy, are we there yet?
Don't bother your father while he's driving, Kelly.
Are we, Al?
Al, wake up!
* 99 bottles of beer *
* Pass it along-- 98-- *
Where are we?
Chill in the air, eh, Zeke?
I thought you were Zeke.
Maybe I am.
Go on inside and sauté us up a varmint.
Hey, look.
There's something you don't see every day:
people.
Are we alive?
Ah, what do I know?
Last thing I know, we're on Route 666,
and now we got a broken axle on our car.
Nice driving, pumpkin.
It was not my fault.
I saw a sign that said "dip,"
so naturally, I looked at Bud... Oh.
The next thing I knew, we were airborne.
Look, Al.
Seems like we happened upon
a shoe salesman convention after all.
All right. All right, let me handle this.
Uh, excuse me, Six Tooth... Uh...
You know where I can get a car fixed?
Gas station, I reckon.
Is there one around here?
Oh, yeah. You just can't see it
for the hurly-burly of the traffic.
But it's right across the street.
Peg, why don't you do the talking?
They speak your language.
They're like your relatives.
Look, gentlemen.
There is a cool 25 cents in it for you
if you can haul our car to a station.
Well...normally it would be $400.
But we'll do it for 200
if you let us take our picture with you,
leopardwoman.
Oh, Al.
The rubes think I'm sexy.
Yeah.
Yeah, I would too, Peg,
if I drank whiskey for breakfast.
How much money we got?
Cash or in the bank?
Either.
Including the traveler's checks?
Yes.
Five dollars.
Five dollars?
Where'd the rest of my money go?
Well...I guess one of us shouldn't have stopped
at Oklahoma Nude.
Oh, pardon me for seeing America.
Well, I guess the only thing left for us to do
is to wire Marcie and tell her we need some more money.
She may not take too kindly to that though,
since we borrowed her tires late last night
while she was sleeping.
Just tell her the kids are sick and near death.
Come on.
Daddy, we are dying of thirst.
Buy some pop.
All right.
Look at this. A nickel.
How do these rubes make any money?
Let's see.
I don't see any bottle opener.
You will, when we see $5.
Five dollars for a bottle opener?
You people are crooks.
Yep.
But we ain't thirsty.
Aw, here you go.
Aw, kids, this was a...
A good idea.
God, it's hot.
Mm-hm.
Ah!
Oh, that's good.
Ah.
Well, Marcie's money ought to be here any minute now.
Oh. Let me get these shoes off.
Get these dogs out.
Thank you.
Uh...
Have you considered our proposal?
I couldn't possibly marry you all.
We didn't say marry.
You wouldn't survive one night.
Guess not.
Hey. Nice catch there, Young Zeke.
Yep. But he killed his better with his feet.
Well, uh...
What do you do around here for fun, ZZ Tops?
All right, Kelly. Kelly.
Hold it-- Hold it there.
All right.
All right, partners, you wanna see more,
put another nickel in.
Can we have the little boy
stand on his head some more?
I can't get enough of that.
Well, the boy's a little dizzy, so, uh...
I'm gonna have to up the price to a dime.
Well...
Bud, go ahead.
That was only worth a nickel.
But you have the girl there shake her behind again,
and we'll call it even.
Kelly.
Daddy, I have heat probation.
When is Marcie gonna wire us the money?
It's been seven hours.
Howdy, Zeke.
Hi.
Well, just made the last trip
I'm ever gonna take to that mine.
Got plenty of money.
All I needs now is a car to get me to the big city.
Hey, $6 million enough for a good city woman?
Barely.
Ow, I-- I--
I got a rock in my shoe.
Damn nuggets are everywhere.
Hey, that looks like real gold.
Watch it, now!
Anybody here want to take this here mine
off my hands?
How about you, Young Zeke?
Not me.
Accountant says I got to curtail my spending this quarter.
How about you, Zeke?
Not me.
Bad back.
Can't bend over and pick up gold anymore.
That's why I got this here bottle opener.
Besides, I ain't got a car to trade you.
Daddy, we have a car.
Shh! Don't look too anxious.
Dad, Dad, what if it's a scam?
Only one way to find out.
Gold!
Listen, mister...
all I got is the car, the kids and the wife on my back.
Please, what do you say? You wanna sell?
Well, I don't know. You look like a nice fella.
Gold would just ruin your life.
And you've already got it all.
A wife, kids...
Must have more than this.
Besides, you don't know what gold does to a man's soul.
It-- I-it turns families into mobs.
I- It brings hatred and violence.
Turns brother against sister, and husband agin wife.
So i-it'd be just like my life now,
except I'd have gold in both fists,
and I'd be saying, "Yippee, yippee."
Well. All right.
Like my daddy used to say,
"You can lead a horse to water,
but you know he'll make a mess."
What does that mean?
It means...
a horse is a horse, of course, of course,
but no one should drink with a horse, of course.
Well, a couple of years in them mountains,
you'll be laughing yourtuckusesoff at that one.
Uh, Kelly, give the nice man
Daddy's car keys.
It's the Dodge parked out back
with "producer" on the license plate,
and an odometer that reads 7 million miles.
Dodge is a damn fine car.
Ran over my wife with a Dodge.
Well, I could always
buy a new Dodge for that.
Come on, kids, let's pick some gold!
Yes!
No, wait. Wait!
Wait, son!
You need mules and-- And picks. And guns for bandits.
And a horse, of course, of course.
You don't see the humor, son?
Well, you're gonna need supplies,
and it's gonna take money.
Uh-oh. It's Marcy getting out of her cab.
Uh-- Kids, cripple up.
Al, die.
Oh, Peg. Peggy, we came as fast as we could.
Are the children all right?
Gee, I-- I thought you were gonna wire the money.
Well, we decided we should come in case you needed help.
Yeah, but you did bring the money, didn't you?
Yes, yes, it's right here.
Oh, my God.
Poor Al.
Look, he's decomposing already--
Gimme that!
He's alive! It's a miracle!
No, no. A miracle would be like--
Like finding a rock shaped like Ricky Schroder.
You mean to tell me your kids aren't even hurt?
Uh, well, growing up like this,
you can't exactly say we're healthy.
Uh, go play with the Zekes, kids.
How dare you call us and tell us Al was killed.
The whole neighborhood was dancing and singing,
* Ding-dong The shoeman's dead *
It's a cruel hoax, Peggy.
Why would you do such a thing? Why? Why?
For gold. Heh.
Look, Marcie, a gold nugget.
Oh, don't tell me you fools have gold fever.
It's the 1990s, for God's sake.
What kind of idiot still gets gold fever
in this day and age?
Marcie...
It's real gold.
I love it. I kiss it.
Mwah. I worship it.
And if it'll do me the honor, I'll marry it.
Oh, gold, thou art my master.
Command me!
Well, I guess it's real, all right.
Where'd you get this?
From the man with the flies.
Yeah. And I got it off him.
You see, we bought the mine,
but we don't have enough money for supplies.
Huh.
Look, uh...
Let me take care of that. Okay?
Okay.
Whew!
I don't know, old-timer.
You know...
this nugget just doesn't look like it's worth that much.
It's really worth a whole lot.
So...how many more are there up there like this?
Well, there's enough to keep you
and your little fella here...
in baseball cards for the rest of his life.
Get your lice-ridden hands off me, Festus.
I am his wife.
Oh.
Well, if I'm gonna go to the big city,
I guess I'd better get liberal.
So, uh, how much you asking for
your prospecting equipment?
Well, $200 and, uh, the little lady's bracelet.
Oh. That's my mother's bracelet.
It's impossible--
It's done. Done.
All right.
We're rich. Ha-ha.
You're half-rich.
We got the map, you got the supplies.
That means, uh... we're partners, huh?
Partners?
Partners.
Well, it looks like the Bundys and the D'Arcys
are off to them thar hills to search for gold.
Will Al strike it rich
and finally be able to afford his own bathroom
with toilet paper as soft as a mother's kiss?
Will Peggy strike it rich
and be able to get her own platinum credit card,
carried in the loincloth of a Nubian god?
Will Jefferson dump Marcie and elope with his nugget?
Will Marcie ever be able to detach
Young Zeke's hound dog from her leg?
Will Kelly trade all her gold nuggets
for a shiny new nickel?
Will Bud steal her nickel?
Will anyone find out Buck had all his friends over
while he had the house to himself,
and partied till he puked?
We'll find out next week
on Married With Children.