Titus, what happened on that cruise?
I did the worst thing any human being can do.
I ate Dionne Warwick.
- What? - What?
I ate Grammy Award winner Dionne Warwick!
♪ Unbreakable ♪
♪ They alive, damn it ♪
♪ It's a miracle ♪
♪ Unbreakable ♪
♪ They alive, damn it ♪
♪ But females are strong as hell ♪
♪ Unbreakable ♪
♪ They alive, damn it ♪
♪ It's a miracle ♪
♪ Unbreakable ♪
♪ They alive, damn it ♪
That's gonna be, uh...
you know, a fascinating transition.
♪ Damn it ♪
I ate Dionne Warwick!
Oh, you did not eat Dionne Warwick!
You land people can't understand what the sea can do to a man.
I was on that lifeboat for I don't know how many days,
with nothing to eat...
or drink...
but delicious, savory seawater.
The reflection on the water burned my eyes
until everything was white.
White light. White, hot sky.
And all the while, she taunted me!
Titus!
What's salty and covers 70% of the Earth?
The ocean.
Your butt!
Warwick burn!
You better have a birthmark or a library card, honey,
'cause when we die on this thing,
the news is gonna say,
"Grammy Award-Winner Dionne Warwick
and Unknown Sneaky Fool Found Dead."
They're not gonna know who you are!
Please, Miss Dionne,
leave me be.
I'm so hungry.
Titus...
Don't look at me like I'm a giant turkey leg, boy!
I am Dionne Heffalumpin' Warwick!
You will not eat me.
You don't have the balls to try.
Titus, you're a nobody.
Even your mama didn't come to...
The days went on like this.
I ate my own fingernails.
I ate $10,000 worth of my paychecks.
I ate Hot Beef...
a magazine I brought for those lonely nights at sea.
And Miss Dionne only grew more and more belligerent.
"Hey, everybody! I'm Titus!"
♪ Nobody likes Titus ♪
♪ 'Cause he is a daaamn nerd! ♪
Go ahead, boy. Eat me.
Start with my feet so my face can watch you choke.
I tried to sleep. I tried to die.
But I was awakened by... the sound.
A-a horrible gobbling sound.
It was me...
eating...
Dionne Warwick!
I ate Dionne Warwick!
No, you did not.
She's alive, Titus.
She's hosting a telethon right now for the parts of New Jersey
that were already washed away in the storm.
Big Naturals is donating
water to refill New Jersey's many above-ground pools.
I do what I can.
That's terrific, Benny.
- You come to work in a tank top. - Titus! Look!
You didn't eat her!
Please give whatever you can.
Hurricane Tammi-with-an-I has already ravaged
some of the most beautiful parts of New Jersey:
the Solstice Sunglasses Outlet,
the Morey's Pier Wild Mouse Ride,
Frank and Maria Spinelli's gorgeous marble deck.
So call the number on your screen
while I sing this lost gem
that was written exclusively for me
by one Mr. Burt Bacharach.
Sh-sh-she's alive.
♪ When you break up with Leonard Nimoy ♪
♪ You get a bus ticket to Sacramento ♪
♪ And a case of crabs for your memento ♪
♪ Why do I have a thing ♪
♪ For spaceships? ♪
Oh, my gosh!
Usually, you say you didn't eat something
but you did... like that soap I got.
It looked like a shell.
How does that make it more edible?
Shells can be pasta!
I'm just saying.
This is great news.
You didn't do a terrible thing!
Never. This makes no sense.
I can still taste the bronze of her earrings.
Drinking seawater makes people hallucinate.
Haven't you ever read "Rime of the Ancient Mariner"?
Sir. You should be able to tell that I have not.
So I guess when I passed that tooth last month...
it was my tooth.
And it fell out because of stress
and never, ever flossing in the back.
And let's not forget scurvy.
What a year I'm having!
Wait. You guys are friends now?
Oh, far more than friends.
We just made out in the street.
Like that World War II picture of the sailor assaulting a nurse.
he was only pretending to be a sailor.
Yeah, so we can't stay long.
We're going upstairs as soon as the cats stop
freaking out from the storm.
- Ruff. - Mm.
Oh. No, you can't go.
I bought water and food, and we can play these games.
These say they're for all ages,
and now we finally have all the ages.
And it'll be fun!
No crazy rules like, "Do this. Wear that. Poop here."
Just good friends and great oldies.
This is my bunker, and it's gonna be
a positive bunkering experience.
Oh, when Kimmy was a kid, she...
You know what?
It's not as interesting as she thinks it is.
Look, I had a bad time in a bunker once, and I want this one to be different.
Say no more.
You want to replace your old, bad experience
with a new, good experience.
It's called exposure therapy, and it works.
I went back to Vietnam in the early '80s
and had a lovely time.
Now when I wake up screaming,
it's about how good the food was.
Great example, Mr. Goodman.
And what's gonna make this a good bunker is we get to choose who's in here with us.
And I want you and Lillian to stay.
We could cozy up down here.
- Yeah. - Hope you guys don't mind a little PDA.
Porno with dead animals?
Girl, that's so much worse than what it actually is!
Well, I'm always wrong the other way!
Oh.
Ladies and gentlemen.
Oh. All right.
You know, we were trying to do one of them... them quick changes
that they do at a Katheryn Perry concert,
but I got stuck.
But you know what?
Wriggling up in here,
I'm having a sense memory of my own birth...
just how eager I was to leave the vaginal canal
and enter East Orange, New Jersey.
Hey.
I get why you didn't want to talk about that cruise stuff.
'Cause jeez, if you'd really eaten that old lady...
We'd be on the lam together.
Not to Canada. Mexico. I need siesta culture.
No. I don't think I could be friends with you anymore.
Like Michael Jackson and Paul McCartney after they fought over that girl.
- You don't mean that. - I mean...
I let you get away with a lot, mister.
I don't say anything when you pretend to be pregnant
to get a seat on the bus.
Why carry a wig around if I don't get to use it?
I let you propose to me in the park so people will clap at you.
I bring you shopping with me at Fashion Town
so you can hit on bored husbands.
The beauty of it is, they already hate their wives for bringing them.
But murder?
That crosses the line.
So... you, like, have a line?
- I didn't know you had a line. - Don't worry.
Only one human being has ever crossed it...
and one gerbil.
They were your babies, Mrs. Furfur.
But I'm not letting someone like that in my life again.
Well, I didn't murder anybody,
and now we don't ever have to speak again of the Ocean Skank or the lifeboat
or how, when you're on a cruise ship, the toilet is in your shower
and how I miss that!
Wait, why were you on the lifeboat?
Oh! There was a fire
caused by a spark... in the sail room.
Typical cruise stuff.
The Ocean Skank sank so fast, it wasn't even on the news.
But everyone survived, and the world got a good tongue twister out of it.
The Ocean Skank sank. The Ocean Skank sank.
Seven swimming shellfish said the Ocean Skank sank.
Uh-uh! Uh-uh!
Eskimo kisses are a hard no.
Sometimes things that aren't dirty are actually much grosser.
Yeah, like in the movies,
when a lady draws circles with her finger in a guy's...
That. Ugh!
- Why? To what end? - Please stop!
Well, hurricanes make people very sexual.
It's the barometric pressure.
Kimmy, if I wanted to see old people get all worked up,
I'd go to a Lincoln dealership.
But if those two can't keep it in their stretch pants, I'm leaving.
Aww, he's just jealous
'cause me and him have a thing
where if we're both still single by the time we're 40,
we'll kill each other.
Okay.
I didn't want any rules, but maybe having a few rules
might help turn this bunker into a fun-ker!
I do the wordplay here, so stay in your Nathan Lane, Kim D.M.C.,
which stands for, "Don't. Mm-mm. C ya!"
I can't follow any of this!
Everyone talks too fast.
I know. It's like being at a party in the '80s.
Okay. Rule number one.
I think it's great that we have a loving, consensual relationship in our bunker,
but let's try to keep it PG.
Okay, so no tobacco use,
and I can go topless as long as it's violent.
Got it.
Rule number two.
Share everything.
Rule number three.
No bad guys!
Heh, so it's a good thing you didn't eat Dionne Warwick,
- right, Titus? - Too soon.
no fighting.
Unless you're a hippo
and you're fighting over a bunch of delicious marbles.
Because the final rule is no mind games.
Only board games.
So let's have fun!
Now, who likes Monopoly?
Ew. I'm not playing a game where the whole point is to pay rent.
What?
I'm just being my hilarious self
now that my soul isn't burdened with its darkest secrets.
I'm so excited to say that here,
in hour five of our telethon,
we have raised over $200,000, five cars for kids,
and a ten-foot party hoagie with extra gabbagool.
So take that, Hurricane Tammi-with-an-I!
Dang it! All of these are missing pieces.
We're all missing something, Kimmy.
The little hat from Monopoly.
The tweezers from Operation.
And Clue is missing the rope, which is, like, the fourth best weapon.
Girl. Fifth best.
And Life's got no baby pegs.
Those are worth money at the end.
Guess you sell their organs or something.
It's not a big deal.
I mean, you can't spell "funker" without fun games,
but one of these has to...
Jackpot!
This puzzle is still in the shrink-wrap,
so it can't have any pieces missing!
Just macaroni and cheese?
That is a classic shape and color challenge.
Ravensburger, you've outdone yourselves.
Thank you, Mr. Bruce Springsteen,
for that moving rendition of "Rain, Rain, Go Away."
I hope it does. I hope it does.
Now me and this children's choir
are gonna sing "That's What Friends Are For"
with New Jersey-specific lyrics.
♪ Paramus ♪
Oh! Uh-oh.
What are we going to do in the dark?
What's that noise?
Is Chuck Schumer eating soup in here?
Don't worry. I'm prepared for this.
Get ready to get friggin' cozy.
- But there's no music. - Titus could sing for us.
Oh, yes, let's hear
what Dionne Warwick was so jealous of in your imagination.
Oh, I don't think Titus wants to talk about the cruise anymore.
That only applies to my secret shame, Kimberly.
Artie's asking about my public glory.
Spotlight, please.
♪ Titus has a tale ♪
♪ To tell ♪
The musical was Mahogany.
I was hired as a swing member of the cast.
For those of you who don't know the lingo,
that means I sang with the chorus,
and it was my responsibility to move the scenery in the dark,
which I did not do.
Miss Dionne took me under her wing.
Do you pray, Titus?
At least once a day when I choke on something.
You should praise Jesus,
because you are blessed with a voice.
Titus, you make Patti LaBelle sound like Barry White.
- Oh. - And I should know.
Because I've done EpiPens on both of them.
I would sit at her feet, taking in her wisdom,
like how when you forget the lyrics, you just say...
♪ Mm, a-well-a-well-a-well ♪
And she taught me that baby corns are very good for your voice.
The nubs massage your vocal cords on the way down.
But you got to keep 'em wet.
A wet baby corn is a singer's best friend.
See?
I would run and get them for her
from the ship's salad bar before every performance.
But then one day, Miss Dionne took ill.
Oh, no, no, no. Not now.
Miss Warwick made the mistake of going down the tube slide at the pool today.
I love a slide. Oof. Ugh.
You never want to go near the water on these boats, Titus,
especially the hot tubs and pools.
They're basically un-flushed toilets.
Miss Warwick, I think we should cancel today's performances.
But the show must go on, Ricky Earl!
My little Titus can go on in my place.
- He's ready. - Me?
Miss Dionne, I-I don't know what to say.
Don't say a thing.
Sing.
♪ Those fatties ♪
♪ Shall be entertained! ♪
Oh...
- Oh... - Oh.
I went on
as a gender-blind Tracey Chambers
for the next two days,
all nine shows, and I was amazing!
I was the talk of the midnight buffet,
and this time for good reasons.
But then...
we caught on fire, and the ship sank,
but everyone's fine.
♪ End of story ♪
Aw! Bravo!
Oh, boy!
The only music we had when the lights went out in the bunker
was that little girl singing in Latin.
Ha! Who was she?
Just one more to go.
Ha-ha-ha.
Wait, where's the last piece?
No. No, no, no, no.
This can't be happening.
It was brand-new in the plastic and everything.
Shrink-wrap is a scam.
It's like at a motel when they put that piece of paper across the toilet seat.
Oh, yeah, like it's a new toilet or something.
What are we, idiots?
Kimmy! If they keep doing that, I'm leaving!
No one's allowed to leave!
No. That's the bunker.
This is the funker!
No one wants to leave because we're having too much fun.
Titus, help me find that stupid puzzle piece.
And you two, get in the box!
No. Get your giggles out!
All right, come on!
Yes!
Okay! Yeah!
Seven minutes in heaven! Okay. Yes.
Okay.
Where is it? Titus, look for it.
Help me look for it.
Okay? It has to be here.
Seven minutes in heaven.
When was the last time you played this?
Nineteen eighty-nine, but Bill Cosby didn't know I'd switched the soups.
To be honest, I don't do a lot of cardio anymore.
I'm kind of relieved that the power's out.
Come here.
The lights work for you.
- You look pretty. - Aw, you're nice.
I haven't been with anybody nice since my husband died.
I haven't been with anybody since my wife died.
Oh, foop.
Saving lives...
Did I say something wrong?
Was it the... the dead wife part?
No, it's just,
how do you compete with a memory?
Memories are always better than it really was.
Like, when you're a baby, you love breast milk,
and then you have it as an adult,
and you're like, "What's the big deal?"
- Funny thing is... - Ugh, where is it?
Any luck?
The top and bottom are both smooth innies,
and the left nubbin is smaller than the right one,
but you can tell which way is up by the noodle.
What do you mean, what kind of stuff would she do?
Well, I just don't want to be in the middle of it
and you're thinking, "Well, my dead wife would've choked me harder."
Oh, this is a mess.
I shouldn't have taken that Viagra.
Lillian. It's fine.
We don't have to do anything.
I have a rep to protect, though.
I-I'm like Fonzie to those kids.
Oh, baby!
Yowza!
Oh, yeah!
That's the business, pally!
This is a New York None "Weather on the Nones" update.
Hurricane Tammi-with-an-I continues to wreak havoc
up and down the East Coast.
The Coast Guard has closed the Port of New York
and ordered all vessels out to sea.
Bad news for passengers on Carnivore Cruise Lines' Ocean Skank,
seen here earlier this morning.
What?
You lied.
The Osen Shank didn't skink...
The Ocean Sink didn't shank...
The... the Skank Kink shidn't...
Dang it!
The Ocean Skank didn't sink.
- Aaayyy. - We did stuff.
Heh, heh, heh.
So there was no fire, was there?
Was everything you told us a lie?
No! I was the lead in Mahogany.
But then...
Dionne Warwick got better.
Oh, Miss Dionne.
You're up.
Yes, baby Ti-ti.
Oh, and God bless you for understudying me.
You're going on.
I'm going back to the chorus, singing group lines
and doing that dance where I have to count out loud.
Are those my corns, dear heart?
But you know what?
- These are much too dry. - Oh.
Let me get some corn juice to baste them with.
Oh, thank you, my love.
♪ Welcome to the singing Laundromat ♪
♪ We are not responsible for theft ♪
♪ Welcome to the singing Laundromat ♪
♪ We are not responsible for theft ♪
I ran like an animal,
or some other kind of thing that runs.
A faucet, perhaps.
♪ We are not responsible for theft ♪
♪ Welcome to the singing Laundromat ♪
Oh!
Thank you, Titus.
You are like a son to me.
Okay, Mommy. Eat your corns.
I waited half an hour and returned to her dressing room,
certain that by now, she'd be in the infirmary.
But I had underestimated her.
She is Jersey strong.
Oh! Titus.
Have you seen Miss Warwick?
Oh, uh, check the infirmary.
She got sick again, so...
What do you mean "again," Titus?
How could you possibly know?
You.
You did this to me!
Mm.
What's going on?
Why does it smell like a hot tub in here?
Titus, please. I have a family.
I cannot go back in the chorus.
It's my time now!
You're a monster!
I'm a star on the rise!
Ah!
- I sprayed... - No, Titus, no!
- ...and sprayed and sprayed. - I treated you like a son!
Like a son!
I sprayed them until the bottle was empty,
but it turned out I wasn't only spraying them.
My final performance was my greatest.
But it will go unremembered.
I had inadvertently poisoned 220 people,
223 if you count the sound guys, which I do not.
I knew I'd be fired, blacklisted,
maybe even arrested.
Also, as a cast member,
I was contractually obligated to help during a medical emergency,
and I was like, "No, thanks."
So I grabbed my paychecks and my bag of wigs...
Oh, okay, that's what I ate...
And I headed for a lifeboat.
Okay. You made a mistake.
People make mistakes.
Like picking a bunch of board games out of the trash
and expecting all the pieces to be there.
And I forgive you for that.
So...
You.
You had them all along!
And what is this?
An homage to Madonna's iconic Philip Treacy headdress?
That's the missing puzzle piece.
You took it after we opened it.
Okay, yeah, but technically,
that didn't break any of your rules.
Oh, yes, it did!
No bad guys!
You are the most selfish person I have ever met.
And I was imprisoned for 15 years by a lunatic!
- What? - Later.
Fudge this. Fudge this whole thing raw!
You know what, Titus?
I meant it when I said I only wanted good people in my bunker.
You mean "funker."
I don't anymore.
And even with all the extra chances I've given you,
I'm not sure you're a good person.
You can't kick me out of here. One of my fake names is on the lease!
No, Trevor Millionaire can stay!
I'm kicking me out of here!
Oh, no, Kimmy, don't go.
I am gonna crash with my friends at Columbia.
Have a nice life.
You know I don't!
You know, some people say global warming is a hoax
perpestrated by the Chinese,
but I say, "Show me the receips!"
Because why would Xi Jinping
want to flood my basement and rust my Bowflex?
To what end?
♪ To what end? ♪
Not to be the rich guy, but I can't tell what's trash or not.
Not the pizza boxes!
I'm saving those to make soup.
- What are you doing? - Finally getting my man cave back.
Give me a break. You never used this room.
Because it was haunted by the ghost of that water bug you killed.
That was just a different water bug who got trapped in a Kleenex.
Throw these away, though, right?
- Those are prescription! - Smart.
Frames is where they get you.
Don't you remember how things used to be before Kimmy?
Mm.
We screamed at each other two to three hours a day,
and you never had a nice boyfriend,
and you never had a good job,
and people thought you were autistic
'cause you wore those New Year's glasses everywhere.
I chose to hear "artistic."
If Kimmy was here right now,
she would tell you to beg Kimmy to come back.
Oh, yeah? Well, what would she say to you?
She'd say I shouldn't screw things up with Artie
just because I'm afraid I'm not as good as his dead wife,
and she'd tell me I'm perfect the way I am.
And I would believe her because that sweet dummy,
if she loves us,
there must be something good about us.
Ah, damn it all to hell.
Now I have to take Artie upstairs and bang him.
He's probably gonna cry after,
which'll just set the cats off again.
You got to admit...
she makes us both better people.
I mean, look at you.
Two months without her, you poisoned a Grammy winner.
And Kimmy can never know this,
but I did eat a dolphin.
Mm.
You're right.
I need my Kimmy.
- Yeah! - Heavenly Father!
- I need my Kimmy! - Oh.
Go get her, Titus!
Hey! You allergic to cats?
- No. - You're gonna be.
Joining me now is Tenafly's own Lea Michele,
and we're gonna sing an original song
that, interestingly enough, was written by no one.
Hit it!
♪ We're stronger than the hurricane ♪
♪ From Piscataway right up to Wayne ♪
♪ New Jersey's gonna be okay ♪
♪ Even though Chris Christie Floated away ♪
♪ Stronger than the surge ♪
♪ Of the mighty ocean ♪
♪ You've got to muster up the cour'ge ♪
♪ To face all your emotions ♪
♪ Reach out, take my hand ♪
♪ Get in the boat, we'll find dry land ♪
♪ 'Cause we're stronger than this storm ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
You can totally stay here.
We'll just tell them you're our Emotional Support Human.
Does that mean I can go into restaurants with you?
What?
Oh, great, it's you!
I used too big a rock!
And also, it took me a while to find the right window.
But I need you, Kimmy.
Yeah, to rub your feet and wash your cereal bowls
and go refill your MetroCard when you "literally can't right now."
No. I need you 'cause you're my conscience.
You make me a better person.
You have to learn to be a good person on your own, Titus.
I know. And I'm trying.
But I'm not there yet.
I'm a moral fetus, Kim.
I absorb niceness from your umbilicals.
Don't abort me! This is taking a weird turn.
What will it take to make you come home?
Please!
I'll wear jeans.
I'll let you open the tapes.
I'll go to the zoo with you.
In the winter?
When the polar bears aren't sad?
I'll do whatever you want!
You know what I want.
You know what I've always wanted.
Get down here, bitch.
♪ Look to the sky that's scary gray ♪
♪ And hope the clouds get blown away ♪
♪ It's dark, but you know what to do ♪
♪ Just wait until the sun Comes shining through ♪
♪ Until then, remember ♪
♪ Stronger than the roll ♪
♪ Of the mighty oceans ♪
♪ You've got to reach down in your soul ♪
♪ To face all your emotions ♪
♪ I'm here, take my hand ♪
♪ We still got a boat There's still dry land ♪
♪ We're stronger than this storm ♪
♪ Hoo ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ♪
♪ Yeah, all right ♪
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