The Outside


 * Hand it over-- everything of value.




 * I said everything!




 * Is this really necessary, Mom?


 * I'm not taking any chances!


 * But he's my father! He's not gonna steal from us.


 * Richard, he's a con artist. That 24-karat necklace he sold you was made of actual carrots.


 * Yeah, but at least I remembered your birthday.




 * Come on, he invited us over. He's making an effort.


 * He probably wants something from us.


 * Or sell something to us.


 * Or sell one of us.


 * You have arrived at your destination. It is an awful neighborhood.




 * Does Grandpa Frankie really live in there?


 * It could be worse. He could live in that.


 * Hello, Wattersons!




 * Come on in! Oh. Excuse the house guests.




 * So, let me give you a tour. Here's the living area and that's the end of the tour.


 * It's, uh...


 * Well, it might not be much, but it's home for me and about 25 different species of parasite.


 * 26, including you.


 * It's good to see you, Pop. Nice to have the family all together.


 * I was gonna get in touch sooner, but my phone broke. Anyway, you guys hungry?


 * Sure!


 * Me too.


 * I thought there'd be some food coming after that question.


 * No, just sad music.


 * Okay... How about a glass of water?


 * Sure.


 * Where are you going?


 * I get my water from the toilets. I'll boil it when I get back.


 * Is anyone thinking what I'm thinking?


 * Yeah.
 * This is great!


 * Let's leave now.


 * Wait, what?!


 * Richard, listen. I'm gonna try and say this as nicely as I can. This place is worse than a Porta-Potty at a punk music festival that's been left stewing in the sun for a week.


 * Wow! What was the harsh version like?


 * I would expanded on what the punks did inside.


 * Don't you get it? He lives in a confined space. He's not used to modern technology, and look-


 * -Two rats roasting a cockroach over an open fire?




 * No, those; The bars on the windows. Hmm. Where did Grandpa say he was all those years when he was away?


 * I don't know, he just said he was somewhere no one could contact him or visit.


 * Don't you see? He was in prison! He can't do anything for himself anymore. He needs routine and people telling him what to do. We should create a familiar environment for him.


 * Where?


 * Home.




 * We need to bring Grandpa Frankie home-- our home.


 * Yes!

Frankie in "Prison"



 * Oh, hey, Anais! It sure is kind of you guys to invite me--


 * It's "Miss Watterson" to you, perp! Walk and talk with me. I haven't got all day.


 * Huh. Rude.


 * Okay, you're going inside. Keep your nose clean, your head down, and with good behavior, you'll be out of here in time for my graduation ceremony.




 * Right, operation Make Grandpa Frankie Feel At Home By Turning Our House Into A Prison is a go. I just wish it had a catchier title.




 * Oh, hey Nicole. I hope I'm not late for dinner.


 * Hand it over!


 * Uh...thanks?


 * And the rest.


 * Oh.


 * Too much.


 * Sorry. Careful when you launder that shirt, doll. It's real silk. So, uh, where is everyone?




 * And what's with the face? I got a warmer reception at the igloo convention!




 * Which is actually a thing, by the way.




 * How about you fix us a drink?




 * Put that on!


 * A gift? Too kind. I think I just shed a tear. Although, my face is wet so it's hard to tell.




 * You sleep here!


 * Thanks Nicole, and can I just say that- I guess I can't.


 * Hmph.




 * Oh, hey kid, looks like we're sharing. Nice tattoos, what's that one?




 * That's a portrait of my girl, she's waiting for me.


 * Quite the looker. And that one?




 * A unicorn battling another unicorn means I'll always defend my homies.


 * And that?




 * A lion with a baseball bat so people know not to mess with me.


 * Kinda looks like a butt with a wig playing the oboe.


 * Does it?


 * Yeah.


 * Well it's hard to draw on your own back, okay?!


 * Woah, woah, woah! Why is everyone so tense around here? And what's up with him?




 * Yeah I wouldn't mess with that one, he belongs in a more "padded" cell if you catch my drift.


 * So do you.


 * Aww, you think I'm criminally insane too. Thanks.


 * I think I'm going to bed.


 * Hey! I get the top bunk fish!


 * Ugh, what is this?!


 * Shower gel in a sock. I couldn't find any soap.


 * Whatever, goodnight.




 * Hey Pop. How you holding up? They say the first night's the hardest but don't worry I gotcha.


 * LIGHTS OUT!




 * RISE AND SHINE MAGGOTS!


 * Ow!


 * Hurry up Pop, you don't want to find out what happens if you're late. And it's your turn to empty the bucket.


 * Ugh.




 * Finally, some privacy.




 * Hey, pop. We all shower together here. Can you do my back?


 * Uhhh, sure.


 * Thanks.




 * So what's for breakfast doll? Waffles? French toast? Froot loops? It doesn't look good but I'm sure it tastes- nope. So not that I really mind but aren't you gonna eat with us?


 * I don't eat with you. I'm not your friend. I don't even wanna see you unless I have to!


 * Hmm, I think she's warming to me. Uhh, do you mind if I sit in that chair?


 * Yes!


 * Right.




 * I think I've lost my appetite.


 * Thanks Pop.