♪ If you're looking for me ♪
♪ You better check under the sea ♪
♪ 'Cause that is where you'll find me ♪
♪ Underneath the Sealab ♪
♪ Underneath the water ♪
♪ Sealab ♪
♪ At the bottom of the sea ♪
Well, old buddy, we hardly knew you.
What a senseless way to die.
Hey, now, don't shame his memory like that.
Marco died doing what he loved.
Making love to a shark.
Oh, Marco! Oh, Marco!
Honey, I'm home. What the hell?
Brad!
Get your human penis out of my wife's sharkgina!
No, Brad, don't! Marco, run!
Dude, Marco was... up.
Well, we still got a job to do.
So, let's get back to work, people.
Oh, if it were only that easy.
I'm Joy. I'll be your grief counselor.
Oh, God, they sent us a Phish groupie.
I miss you. Do you miss me, Captain?
Let your heart speak through the magic of grief puppetry.
Uh, hold 'em up, you dead Mexican!
- Gotcha! - Captain!
Is that how you would have treated the real Marco?
See that? It's Jesus kissin' you.
Lady, we don't need therapy, we need push-ups.
'Cause when your pecs are tight, grief can't get inside you.
See there? That's too mushy.
Captain!
You got them old Phish groupie boobs.
- Stop that! - Honk, honk, honk, honk.
Honk.
No, he'll just rot in the ground...
and you can't go to heaven, either.
Because you don't speak English.
Oh, my God, somebody please help.
Oh, awesome! Is it Sloppy Joes today?!
Looks like a boxing nun puppet.
So, now, why are you covered in blood?
Well, I tried to give him mouth-to-mouth.
With a puppet jammed down his throat?
I didn't want to move it.
In case there was neck damage.
Man, there's totally neck damage.
Well, obviously, this wasn't a suicide.
Then how do you explain this?!
Wait, he spelled his name wrong.
Well, he was pretty stupid, Quinn.
Obviously. Choked to death on a puppet.
We should embrace this opportunity to grieve.
With a grief dance! Yes!
Shake your grieving booties.
Dance to the rhythm of profound sadness.
Yes!
Something's not right with her.
Oh, you say that about everything.
I think Joy murdered Shanks.
Oh, you say that about everything.
And I'm going to prove it.
Don't forget to vote for the Grief Dance King and Queen.
Someone is going to win a Subaru.
Ooh, a Subaru!
Mornin', Doc.
Mornin', Detective Lou. Guarding the crime scene, huh?
Hey, have you-- Go get the doughnuts!
What are you doing?
Get the yummy doughnuts, Lou.
Get the yummy doughnuts.
I'm diabetic.
Oh.
Sparks, we missed you at the group hug this morning.
Yeah, I was gonna go...
but then I remembered I wasn't gay.
Oh, there's nothing gay about grieving.
My neck!
I snapped my spinal chor--
Yay.
Clues, clues, looking for clues.
Man, I can't believe it.
Not a single clue to prove Joy killed Shanks.
What a clever minx.
Not you, Minxie.
Dammit, Minxie!
Joy tapes all her sessions!
That'll be my proof.
Thanks, Minxie.
No, you can never go back to the wild.
I'm here for your hypnotherapy session, Hesh.
No, no, no, no. Hesh ain't fallin' for that again.
Last time that happened, Hesh woke up with an ass full of quarters.
And how did that make you feel?
Like a million dollars!
Or $2.75. 'Cause that's about how many quarters...
there were when ll was done counting them
after I removed them from my ass!
But you can't heal until you deal. Yes.
What are you doing?
You hypnotized Hesh into a chicken, see?
Chicken Hesh!
1 did not turn you into a chicken.
Why not? Are you prejudiced?
This is why I wanted to go to a motel.
I thought you people didn't believe in motels?
No, we don't believe in underwater research stations.
Or zippers.
- Hey, do one of y'all have a VCR? - I don't.
Oh, my God! What happened?
We were in the bottom of this secluded stairwell...
and Sparks...fell down it.
At an incredible rate of speed, also.
Oh, my--What the hell were you doing down here in the first place?
Yeah, so...
That butter's not going to churn itself.
Call me.
Anyway... where's your VCR?
- Stormy borrowed it. - For what?
Pull!
Just like John friggin' Henry!
Stormy, where's De--
Hang on, last one. Pull!
You shot all the VCRs?!
- All except for one. - Where is it?
I burned it.
OK, we burned it. Whatever.
You idiot!
How am I supposed to prove Joy is murdering everybody?
1 got it.
I could go to Voodoo College and learn how to make zombies...
and bring Shanks back to life.
Well, undead, anyway.
And then he can tell us who killed him.
No.
What about Zombie Technical Institute?
Did you hear that?
No, and I'll tell you what else I don't hear...
is the pitter-patter of zombie feet bringing me stuff...
whenever I ring my zombie bell.
This thing's broken.
That's Debbie! Come on!
You'll be my first zombie.
Oh, no!
Oh, please, get this thing off of me!
What happened, you Amish bastard?
She poisoned me...
and said that if ll don't churn Debbie into butter...
she won't give me the antidote.
Who's she? You mean Joy?
And did she give you the antidote?
OK, I'll take the second question first.
To which the answer is no.
And as to the first question--
Damn! I know Joy's behind this.
We've gotta stop her before she kills again.
What you gotta do is have some of this Debbie butter.
Shut up and come on.
Hold on. This is really good Debbie butter.
- Stormy! - OK, let's go!
Right after I finish this Debbie butter.
I think I'm gonna grab a quick shower.
Sticky.
Hey, Joy, come on out. Joy!
Drum circle!
Oh, my God, Stormy!
Well, that was telegraphed.
But this, not so much.
Hold it right there, Joy.
Doctor...
come to join your friends?
Join them yourself, you string cheese, incident-loving hippie bitch!
Looking for these?
Well. I don't know where I put them...
but that was going to be the shotgun shells.
Now prepare to die!
Yeah!
Tonight on "America's American News"...
why are kittens so darn cute?
We've dissected 13 of them to find out the purr-fect answer.
Plus, cancer. You've got it.
Tonight after Sealab.
Who's grieving now, you pissant?
Excuse me, I'm looking-- Oh, my God!
Who are you?
I'm Sharko. The bastard son of Marco.
He put his human penis in my mom.
You're not him, are you?
Are you prepared to grieve?
I'm cartilaginous.
Then I'll send your boneless hide to hell with the rest of them!
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Lady, stop.
What?
Make me into a chicken so that I might fly high up in the sky!
Hi.
Are you my dad?