Wha-cah! Wha-cah!
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Aah! Aah! Ohh!
Aaaaah!
Wh-o-o-o-o-oa!
Loudest!
I get to pick where we're eating.
No way, dude.
Check it.
You ladies got nothin'.
Hear it and weep.
That's cheating!
You're pumping in a bunch of air!
It's not cheating.
It's called the butterball boxing technique.
I got this. I got this.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm!
Ohh. Lost it.
Jimbros Burritos!
We are the Jimbros...
Jimbo...
- Jimmy... - Jim.
Introducing our new every meat burrito.
It's got every meat...
beef, bacon, crow, gator,
bison, jackal, puffin,
crustacean, naked mole rat...
and every other.
Jimbros Burritos!
We'd like four every meat burritos, por favor.
Whoa, Bro. Can't you see the sign?
We're in a car.
A car, huh?
Then where are the doors?
But that car doesn't have any doors.
That's a jungle car.
Yours is meant for a golf course.
Or a park.
Don't come back here without a real car.
Four every meat burritos...
Huh!
Guess we'll have to take the Muscle machine.
Wait a minute.
I thought your car was busted.
I just said that so you freeloaders would stop
borrowing it all the time.
There's nothing wrong with my sweet ride.
She'll purr like a kitten when I start her up.
Eh...
Just get in the car!
Ugh!
Try pumping the gas pedal.
Pop the clutch.
There is no clutch.
It's automatic. Ugh!
Just got to finesse it.
Ugh!
Is the tank empty?
Maybe you need a jump.
I said I got to finesse it,
and I can't do that with all this negative energy!
Come on, baby.
Come to papa!
Come on.
Come on!
- Whoa! Sweet! - Whoo-hoo! All right!
I told you... she runs like a dream.
Now, let's go get some burritos.
Jimbros Burritos!
Know anyone else with a car?
No... way.
The last time I let you borrow my car, you totaled it.
Do you think I'm crazy?!
You just had to take Margaret to the airport, didn't you?
Ughhhhhh!
Somebody's got to have a car.
Wait... the impound lot.
Fives, doesn't your brother still work there as a cop?
Yeah, I think so.
Do you think he could get us in?
I don't know.
We haven't talked since he brought his girlfriend to
Aunt Airfive's wedding.
Come on, Bro.
Settle up and call him.
We need this car!
This is every meat burritos we're talking about!
Okay, but those impound cars have some bad history.
Sure, I can help you out.
It's the perfect car... lots of character.
Cool!
Which one is it?
Oooooh!
Ooooooh!
Here she is.
Awwwwww!
This car isn't gonna run.
It looks like an old dirty brick.
Oh, it'll run.
Back in the '70s, it was used as a getaway car.
There was a crazy bank robbery.
The police began hot pursuit.
21/2 hours later, they blocked him in an alley.
With nowhere to run,
they lawfully approached the vehicle...
Only to find he had vanished.
We lost him.
What?!
I hate it when people get away from us!
Whoa!
Robber car!
This is gonna be awesome!
What's this stuff on the seats?
It's from the '70s.
Everything's made of shag carpeting.
Are you sure we can borrow it?
Totally.
We mostly use it for target practice and garbage.
As long as you bring it back, no one's gonna notice.
We'll take it!
Best part about '70s cars...
we all get to ride shotgun.
So, you finally got a car...
or at least what's left of one.
Come on, Jimbo.
Less 'tude, more food.
Four every meat burritos, extra "Every."
Are they really every meat?
We're out of llama, but we substituted smoked alpaca.
You won't know the difference.
Hm-hm-hm-hm!
Gentlemen, I present the every meat burritos.
You can really smell the giraffe.
Let's do this!
Wha?!
Hey!
What's going on?
Ohh! Ohh!
There's a guy back there!
After him!
Aw, man, it keeps going!
Ugh! Ughhhh!
Ooh-ooh-ooh!
Ah, sick!
Which way did he go?!
That way!
We're coming for you, you burrito-stealing loser!
Muscle Man! Fives!
We got to get you out of there!
No time!
Just... get... the burritos!
Yeah! Leave us!
The burritos are the only things that matter!
Hm-hm!
Ohh!
It's getting thicker!
It's in my mouth!
Wait.
I see a light!
Whoa!
Show yourself!
We know you're here!
We can smell the burritos!
Guess old Barry couldn't run forever.
Dude, you live down here?
Gross!
What do you mean?
This place is a paradise!
It's a nightmare, and it reeks.
Don't you say that about Barry's pad!
Why are you living like this?
Ohh. It's a bummer trip, man.
I used to make my living on the lam,
rolling convenience stores,
turning over banks.
That's how we did it in the '70s...
Easy money, dig?
Then came that fateful day.
The heat was on.
I just couldn't shake Johnny Law.
They cornered me.
I had to bug out... lay low in the shag.
But they took my ride into impound.
I couldn't escape.
So, I survived off the crumbs
dropped by the fuzz over the years.
It was a bum rap, man.
Heavy.
So, when you fellas brought these burritos into my car,
I couldn't help myself.
They smelled so out of sight.
Dig?
Old Barry's gonna enjoy scarfin' these little numbers.
Except we bought them, so they're ours.
Now give 'em back!
Take your last whiff, 'cause it's all you're gonna get.
No!
Ugh! Ugh!
Hey! Uh...
Wha-ha!
Did he just karate-chop you?
Yeah, I guess, kind of.
You want these burritos, you're gonna have to take 'em.
Ooooooooooooooooooooh-wah!
Hah! Hah! Wha!
Aah!
Eeeeee-yah!
Yah! Argh!
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
What's he doing?
Ohh! Wha-shoo!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Yah!
Whaaaaaaa-cah!
Cah!
Ohhhh-cah!
Wha!
Hyah!
Chah!
Huhh!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Would you just give us back our burritos?
You need to get out of here more often.
The '70s aren't cool anymore.
Not cool?!
Yeah, man.
It's really nice outside.
You should come enjoy the modern world with us.
Do you think it's safe?
Are the fuzz still on my tail?
Nah. I bet they don't even care anymore.
Come on out, Barry.
It's all right.
Whoa, man!
The sun... it's so bright!
And clean!
Yes, sirree...
It's gonna be a new life for old Barry.
On the ground, dirtbag!
Ugh!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...
All right. All right.
Major bummer, man.
Nice catch, guys.
Muscle Man, Fives, are you okay?!
Fine, Bro.
That carpet put up a real fight, though.
We had to claw our way out.
I want to take a shower.
Once we got out,
Fives dropped a dime to the guys at the station.
Thanks for that tip, little brother.
Give me five.
So, did you save the every meat burritos?
Got 'em right here!
Best... burrito... ever!
Hand it over!
I've been waiting for this!
Hmm.
Tastes like chicken.
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