14x12 - Stompe le Monde

[bunniefuu]

Yes, yeah!

Whoo!

Yeah!

Yes! Whoo!

Chug, Francine!
Whoo!

Whoo!

Whoa, what's the party for?

Stan's uncle died!

And left us a ton of cash, baby.

A toast to me.

I told you if we stayed in touch

with Uncle Mitch
it would pay off.

Is this why you always laughed

at his terrible r*cist jokes?

Yeah, it's one of the reasons.

I guess we should talk about
what to do with this 5 grand.

How about a trip?

Maybe to New York.

I've always wanted to try
a calzone.

Calzone?

It's New York City, baby.

I'm getting a turkey sandwich.

A trip?
What a waste of money.

Why don't we just pour the cash

down the drain with Uncle Mitch?

We need to invest this money.

I think we all just want
a vacation.

We just went on that trip
to Fort Lauderdale.

Sure, it was fun at the time,
but look at us now.

We have nothing to show for it.

We have all the great
family memories.

Memories are useless.

What can I do with memories?

Write a memoir?

You think
I'm the new Chelsea Handler?

Well, I'm not.
There's only one Chelsea Handler

and she's a goddess.

Dad, we all worship
Chelsea Handler.

Keep her name out of your mouth!

Let's have a family vote.

Who wants to use the money
to buy a vacation to New York?

Who's for investing the money?

Oh, yeah!
Uncle Mitch is dead!

♪ Good morning, U.S.A. ♪

♪ I got a feelin' that
it's gonna be a wonderful day ♪

♪ The sun in the sky
has a smile on his face ♪

♪ And he's shinin' a salute
to the American race ♪

♪ Oh, boy, it's swell to say ♪

♪ Good... ♪
♪ Good morning, U.S.A. ♪

Aah!

♪ Good morning, U.S.A. ♪

I thought we were booking
our New York trip.

Why are we at Costco?

Someone's not listening
to my podcast.

Costco has a travel agency.
I devoted a whole...

We need those leather jackets
if we are going to New York.

Stan, we can't go to New York
without leather jackets.

Lena Dunham will kick our asses.

We may have our differences,
but I'm not an idiot.

I know we need leather jackets
to go to New York.

Okay, you guys grab the jackets.

I'm gonna go
and talk to a travel agent

and get us a sweet deal.

I want to book a trip
to New York.

All right, when would you like
to fly out?

Fly? Who am I,
the CEO of Amazon?

I want to say John or Josh
something.

How much will you charge me
if I walk there?

Um, nothing.

That's a good start.

Excuse me,
but I've been listening,

and I can tell you are someone
who knows the value of a dollar.

I do!
Come with me.

I like this.
Not enough strangers

physically escort you places.

Today's your lucky day,

because I'm about to offer you

a once-in-a-lifetime
opportunity.

I'm offering you
the North American rights

to the off-Broadway show
"Stomp,"

all for the low price of...

I will pay whatever you want.

Stan, where did you go?

Costco search and rescue
looked for hours

and then declared you
legally dead.

We just read your will.

I'm glad you're alive,
but for the record,

my basketball is not yours
to give away.

Well, you're gonna forget
all about that

when you hear my news.

Ow!

What is he doing?

Mama, make him stop!

Stan, you're upsetting
the children.

Fine.

Does anyone in this family
like Broadway?

Really, Dad?
We're going to Broadway?!

Nope, Broadway is coming to us.

What'd you say, Big Daddy?

I used the vacation money
to buy "Stomp."

Wait, is "Stomp" the one
where they're all painted blue?

No,
that's "Jersey Boys."

"Stomp" was
a huge Broadway hit in the '90s

that put New York on the map.

It incorporates
rhythms, acrobatics,

pantomime, and brooms!
Here, watch this.

The [bleep] was that?

The family voted for a vacation.

This is so much better
than a vacation.

We're gonna make
buttloads of money

and then you can buy
all the memories you want.

You, sir, have broken
a buttload of hearts.

Stan, I love this.

I've always wanted to be part
of a Broadway show.

Ooh, can I be your assistant?

Really?
Yeah, sure.

My first order of business
will be to fetch you some sorbet

in the shape of a p*nis.

What? Why?

I'm trying to show initiative.

I thought you'd be happy.

Oh, please don't tell me
you're one of those bosses

who can never be happy.

Hideki, first thing...
Love the picture and résumé.

You don't see a lot of nudes.

I'll just, uh, hang on to this.

Rockin' Ronnie here
with Stan Smith,

the man who's given
this whole town

a terrible case
of "Stomp" fever.

Stan, people are going bonkers

waiting for your show to open.

Let's take some callers.

I love "Stomp,"

and I was sadly out of town
for the audition process,

so I'd like to audition now.

Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!

Clap, clap!

Broom, broom, broom!

Trash can lids!

Brooooom!

Yeah, everyone's very excited.

What do you say we give
some tickets away

at the top of the hour?
Wish we could

but the show's all sold out.

Why are you here
promoting the show

if it's totally sold out?

Why don't you ever play
Toad the Wet Sprocket?

Because Toad slept with my wife,
Stan.

Awkwaaard!

It's cray-cray-donkulous.

Ever since you bought "Stomp,"

I've been getting the most
amazing treatment around town.

See these earrings?

Everyone at CVS saw me
shoplift them,

but nobody said nothing.

My weed dealer let me play
with his tarantula.

Principal Lewis showed up
in my math class

and presented me
with an old bowling trophy.

It was pretty cool.

He was sweating pretty bad.

For Mr. "Stomp" and his family,
compliments of the chef.

Wow, Dad, I'm sorry.

Buying "Stomp" was a great idea.

Guys, you don't have
to apologize.

A simple singing of
the "Wrong Song" is all I need.

♪ You were right,
so, so right ♪

♪ And we were oh, so wrong ♪

♪ You are smart
and we are dumb ♪

♪ That's why we sing
this song ♪

♪ We're idiooots ♪

Man, if that house was
any more packed,

it'd be my wife's suitcase

when we're just going away
for the weekend.

We want 'Stomp'!

Opening night.

Feel the electricity.

How's my cast?

To tell you the truth,

we're a little nervous, Stan.

We haven't rehearsed at all.

In fact, we never even met
the director.

Director? What do you think
this is, a movie?

You didn't hire a director?

All the direction you need
is right there in the title...

Stomp. Just go out there
and do it.

Feet, broom, floor.
Now, come on,

this audience
paid 100 bucks a ticket.

Let's give them
their money's worth.

What the frick is this?!

We got to get
the hell out of here.

Well, bad news...

The angry mob destroyed my SUV.

But good news,
they spared Jeff's van.

That "coexist" bumper sticker

has gotten me out
of a lot of jams.

Religion is the great unifier.

Oh, look at that,

our house is on fire.

Three weeks on the road
and we're broke.

This Luna Bar is our last meal
until...

we start eating
the leather jackets.

- Never!
- Never!

Look, I'm sorry, guys,

but this is what you wanted,
right?

We're making memories.

Remember when that coyote
attacked Steve?

Or how about when the coyote
attacked Hayley?

And who can forget...
Yes, we all remember

that coyote
you tried to domesticate.

Nice leather jackets.

Big fan.

License and registration.

Sir, this isn't
your registration.

It's... the North American rights
to "Stomp"?

You should do a show here.

Sorry, but our theater days
are behind us.

He's kidding.

We're still doing "Stomp,"

and we're bringing it
to your town.

Spread the word.

You got it!

Hey, I'll miss you guys.

Francine, what are you doing?

We don't have any performers.

We'll be the performers,

and this time,
we'll do it right.

You ripped us off!

What the hell?

I thought we were gonna do
"Stomp" for real this time.

We were going to,
but it just seemed like

a whole lot of work.

So while you were out
selling tickets,

we were drinking 40s

and getting super
into tetherball.

I started out the worst, Stan,

but now I'm second best.

We realized we could just say
we were putting on a show

and then drive away
with all the ticket money.

So now we go from town to town
doing this.

Ripping people off?

Won't that make us bad people?

No, we're tricking them,
and in my experience,

people love being tricked.

Hey, Jeff,
what's that over there?

See?
Well, I'm sold.

And I'm a famously tough sell.

And the dancers
are always going...

What else do they do?

Oh, you're gonna have

to buy a ticket to find out.

Surprise!

It's me, Hayley!

Who the hell is Hayley?

The gal with
the "Stomp" tickets.

Ah, that's a gimme.

Why don't you celebrate your
hole in one with a little...

Wait, I know what
this stranger's talking about.

It's "Stomp"!

Young man, those are
expensive golf clubs.

You can't bang 'em around
like some "Problem Child 2."

Or can you?

Here's 50 bucks.

And you just bought yourself
a ticket to "Stomp."

But I was only paying
for the blow...

That was free!

Hot damn, it feels good
to rip people off!

Oh, man, look at those
small-town morons chasing us.

Stan, slow down a little.

Steve, why don't you serve
our friends up

a little pressed ham.

Oh, yeah, they're hungry for it,
Steve.

Roger, I told you to go
to the gas station today.

I did, but there were
some college kids there

and I wanted to impress them

and I couldn't think
of anything cool,

so I deepthroated the nozzle

and guzzled $80 of gas.

You idiot! Relax.
Just punch it when I say.

Guys, th-this ham's
getting overcooked.

You can pull up your pants
at any time.

Go, go!

Ahh.

Look at me.

I got my son's a*s
against my window,

my alien's d*ck in my gas tank,

and nothing but the open road
in front of me.

And here comes God
with the cherry on top.

Let's celebrate.

♪ Mmmbop, ba duba dop ♪

♪ Ba du bop, ba duba dop ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Mmmbop, ba duba dop ♪

♪ Ba du bop, ba du ♪

Did someone order a ham slider?

Yeah, yeah!

Being mean is fun!

Another day,
another town full of suckers.

Patron of the arts.

More like morons of the farts.

What a way with words.

Give me some
of that silver tongue.

Yeah!
French him, Mom.

Look who's skipping out again.

Sorry, we don't remember you.

We've swindled a lot of people.

Funny.
Let's see how funny you are

with my g*n in your mouth.

Okay, that was funny.

But that doesn't change the fact

that you guys
are in deep trouble.

If you want your money back,
sorry,

we spent all of it
to have Young MC play

at Klaus' birthday party.

It was freezing out.

For some reason, he wore shorts.

He said he wasn't cold,
but he had goose bumps

all over his legs.

That's all I can remember.

Well, if we can't get our money,

we're getting that show.

And it better be good,
or else you're dead.

Do it!

Are we good at this?

How is it possible?

I guess during the past year

when we were pitching the show,

we must've learned how to stomp.

Stop the play!

I'm from New York City.

He's wearing a scarf!

Let him speak!

I'm a producer...

A very important person

to a very small segment
of people.

You simply must come with me
and do this show on Broadway.

Did you hear that, family?

We finally get to go
to New York City.

Mm! I can almost taste
that Times Square turkey.

And we got what we wanted...
Half a show.

Good luck in New York!

Wait.

There's one thing that stands

between you and New York City.

Do you have a leather jacket?

We have 10.

Stomp!

Mazel tov!

Let's go Mets and Yankees!

Our clam chowder is red!

Francine, Hayley, Steve?

Anyone up for a little tai chi
in Central P?

They all left
right after the show.

Again?

Do you want to hit up C Park
with me?

I can't.

I'm a ghost.

I died in this very theater
in 1927.

Only a kiss will free me
from haunting this realm.

Please, sir, a kiss?

You stupid idiot.

I'm not a ghost,
I'm a perverted boy.

Morning, Steve. I made a big
family breakfast like old times.

Wait, wait, wait.
I got a joke here.

Knock, knock.
Who's there?

Not me.
I have brunch plans with Diane.

Diane?

Steve's girlfriend.

It's pretty serious.

She's 50, but she looks 57.

Sorry, we have to run.

Oh, we were supposed to be
at the gallery ages ago.

Gallery?

Jeff is one of New York's
premier underground artists.

See ya. On Tuesdays,
I play melancholy violin music

on a subway platform.

Francine,
what has happened to us?

This family used to be so close.

Now the only time
we spend together

is on stage
when we're performing.

I hear ya, but can we talk
about it during "Stomp" tonight?

I don't want to be late
for my first day

writing
on "Law & Order."

What are you doing today?
Oh, I'm busy, Stan.

I've got a big day
of staring out this window

and reporting our neighbors
to the FBI.

You don't have to be right.

You just have to have a phone.

They're all happy.

Maybe I'm not giving this town
a chance.

So, Balanchine's "Agon"
is going at the Koch Theater.

Balanchine's "Agon"?

We might as well see
Hall & Oates at the ESPN Zone.

Shall we have dessert
at the M&M store?

Is it one of those Sundays
again, Diane?

Oop,
your fibromyalgia medication

is ready for pick up.

Bird!

It's in my hair!

It's in my hair!

It's a beautiful painting.

Thanks, but I was trying
to write a book.

I'll never be a novelist!

Mr. Wolf, I have an idea
for an episode.

What if a waiter gets m*rder*d,

and we find out that
the m*rder*r who m*rder*d him

isn't who we thought he was?

We've already done that.

Tough city, but I couldn't live
anywhere else.

Everyone's miserable
and they don't even know it.

Stan Smith?
Yes.

I've been looking everywhere
for you.

I'm Eric Jeremyson III,
president of Broadway.

Hi.

Buying the North American rights
to "Stomp"

was a smart investment.

You must be a very happy man.

Well, obviously you are.

You're sitting here alone
on this park bench,

reflecting on your happiness
no doubt.

Get to it. I'd like to
offer you and your family

a lifetime contract
to perform "Stomp."

Imagine, you'll be in New York
for life!

But I need your answer tonight.

Why?
For drama!

Hey, where are the brooms?

Huh, are they not where
they always are?

There's just rakes.

No brooms?!

What the hell are we supposed
to do with rakes?!

Calm down. We're the ones
that make the show amazing.

The props don't matter.

The props definitely matter!

The brooms were the real stars!

I've got to tell you something
before you read it

in The Village Voice tomorrow.

I switched out the brooms.

Why would you do such a thing?

I know we didn't vote on it,

but our family's happiness
is too important

to leave to democracy.

We're miserable here.

Maybe, but being miserable

and pretending to love
living here

is just what New Yorkers do.

That's what I was doing.

Being together with you

this past year,

I've never felt so alone.

Me, too, babe.

Plus, these buildings
are too tall.

And let's admit it,
Domino's has better pizza.

The last time I was happy

was when we were making memories
together as a family.

I want to go back to that place.

I want to go home, too, Dad.

Wrong again, numbnuts.

♪ Mmmbop, ba duba dop ♪

♪ Ba du bop, ba duba dop ♪

♪ Ba du bop,
ba duba dop ♪

♪ Ba du, ohh ♪

♪ Mmmbop, ba duba dop ♪

♪ Ba du bop, ba duba dop ♪

♪ Ba du bop,
ba duba dop ♪

♪ Ba du ♪

Bye! Have a great time!