By. SF_Nasty
Here he is again.
- Almost two decades and he still comes. - How are you doing, buddy?
I brought you your favorite candies.
Come on, Lloyd, you've got to get over her!
Mary Swansonite was just a girl.
That's it, kid!
Come on, come on, come on! Spit it out!
Got you!
Wait a minute. So you mean, you have been faking
for twenty years?
And it was all for a
- gag? - Yep.
That's awesome!
Why don't you roll me inside, we'll get the nurse to take the catheter of me.
- We don't need nurses for that. - But don't you have to...
I like the place.
- Who is this? - Oh, that's Butthole.
- I found him. - Why "Butthole" ?
- Because of this. - Good name. Totally fits.
It's a postcard from Fraida Felcher. Harry, I'm pregnant. Please call me.
- What do you think it means, Harry? - Lloyd, I'm gonna be a dad!
Look at the postmark. 1991.
I've had a daughter. I gave her up for adoption.
- What if we go track her down? - You're hot for my daughter!
- What? - Am I right?
That's insane!
I like it a lot.
I know she'll appreciate all the trouble you've gone through to find her.
- Let's call her. - It's ringing!
Whoever this is, we're in the middle of something very important here.
- This is your dad. - What?!
Hey, guys, I know this is weird timing, but I've got to take this.
- It's my dead dad. - She's got me on hold.
- Mickey? - Yeah, gran?
- I've got the diamonds. - Mickey's listening.
They're underneath me.
Did you hide them inside this turkey?
They're just above the giblets.
There's no diamonds in here!
- And you're not my grandson! - Harry!
She's got me, Harry! She's really clamping down!
You can cross that one off
your bucket list.