The Kids Run the Restaurant

Gene, you almost done scraping the gum off the bottom of the counter? Yeah! And I'm almost done with Gumhead. Here you go, Gumhead. Num, num, num, num, num, num! More gum! Gene, cut that out. I know you think you're helping, but you're not. I don't think I'm helping. All right, step right up. Which cup is the creamer under, Tina? Keep your eye on the creamer, little lady. Where's it going? Where's it going? Louise. Yeah, Dad? Do you know where the cream is? No. All right, then stay out of it. Is it here? Is it this one? Is it that one? Uh... Huh, huh, huh, huh. This one? Wrong! Now you have to drink it. Ugh. Okay. Tina, Louise, enough, and get back to work. This is a big weekend for us. It's Fleet Week! Yay! Feet Week! No. Fleet Week. Why would there be a Feet Week? I don't know. There's Arbor Day. Who needs that? Any minute now, sailors will be pouring through that door, wanting burgers and beer. Mostly beer, but still. Excuse me, sir, but I need to inspect your table for gum. Gene, get out of there. No! Gumhead needs lips! Give me the Gumhead. Mm, no! Give me your Gumhead! I'm sorry, sir. Gene! Give me back my son! I just need to breathe life into him! All right, Tina, new game, new game. Keep your eye on the cream. Try not to blink. Gene, don't hit your mother. Linda, don't kick him! You missed it! Wrong! Drink it! Drink it! Louise? Uh, check, please? Gene? Aah! Goddamn it! I cut my hand! Oh, somebody pee on it!