I'm telling you, guys.
I'm single and I've never been happier.
Would like someone to come home to?
Sure.
But I'm married to my career.
Who even bothers with that stuff nowadays?
Huh? Technically, Boo Boo and I are married.
We did it for the tax benefits.
Come back. Mama need some love.
- Jabber! Come back! - Stop!
Yeah, I'm good.
Everyone run! Jabber's on a kissing spree!
Mwah, mwah, mwah!
A bouquet.
This is for you, beautiful.
Save yourself, my sole reason for living!
Let's dance, honey bun.
And dip. Throw!
Please, mister, please. You've got to help me!
And the twirl.
Release! Come here, cuties.
Let's go kiss in the rain.
Oh, thank goodness you stopped her.
Just checking.
It's okay. I'm a doctor.
So, we've got hotties on the brain, huh?
Yeah, Doc.
It's like, suddenly they're all I can think about,
which I know, sounds like my usual, but this time it's too much.
Cindy, there's been an accident at the bodybuilder's competition,
and they've all got horrendous food poisoning from the hotdog water borscht.
Oh! Hey, Jabberjaw.
Ooh! Hello there, king.
Hmm. Yeah, not normal at all.
So, it seems like you've got a problem with your inner Cupid.
My inner Cupid?
What's that?
I'm glad you asked.
A Cupid is a sentient gland in your body
that controls the flow of love to the brain.
Here's a scene to explain that process.
I have the desire for romance.
Give him a kiss.
May I have a smooch?
Yes.
Normal romance achieved.
But when the Cupid produces too much love...
Love me!
Cupids come in a variety of shapes and sizes.
Here's my very own Cupid.
Completely normal, thriving,
and in control of her career.
Chapter two.
It's okay to be alone, Mom.
That's enough of that.
Okay, let's see what you're working with here.
Oh, wow. What is it, Doc?
I have never seen such an overactive Cupid.
It's no wonder you're in such a hottie-haze.
Luckily, I have just the thing.
I call this my Hottie Blocker.
- Hotties? Where? - Look at me.
It'll limit your visual hottie intake and keep you from getting distracted.
So? How does it feel?
Hottie not detected.
Hey!
Uh, let's give it a try on Boo Boo.
So, I was thinking I might try to taste this hot dog water.
Hottie detected.
Well?
I'm cured!
I'm cured. Yeah.
Oops.
Ah, just a perfect, distraction-free afternoon.
I'm thinking about trying this new hot dog water
borscht cleanse I keep hearing about.
It's supposed to flush out everything.
Hey, babe.
Oh, wow. That is one hot kite.
Hey, babe. Babe! Babe! Hey! Babe! Babe! Babe! Babe!
Everything. Is. A. Hottie! Oh!
Hey, my name is Jabber,
but you can call me girlfriend. Okay?
Come here.
Listen, Mom, I am not a spinster.
Ugh. No, I don't want to meet your podiatrist.
Hold on a sec.
Wow, that was so romantic.
I'll call you back, Mom.
You better back off, sister. He's mine!
Wow. Wow.
Wow! I've never seen one this unstable before.
This is going to require an immediate Cupid-ectomy.
Boo Boo, prepare the centrifuge!
Okey-dokey.
Is it gonna hurt?
- Do you have insurance? - No.
Then, yes.
Boo Boo, catch that Cupid!
I got this.
Okay, listen.
So, you're saying that the accident happened
while you were standing next to an open window. Like this?
Huh.
Oh, right.
Sorry about that, Jabber.
So, how you feelin', Jabber?
Hmm?
Great news!
You're "cured" and your life can return to "normal."
Legally, we have to put all of those in quotes.
Bep.
This one? Or maybe this one?
- Bep. - Yeah, you're right,
I can't pull off either of them.
Ugh, my life is sad enough without having to watch this train wreck.
I know exactly what will get her out of this hump.
Hey, Jabber, how about we go pick up the new issue
of Shirtless Chimney Sweeps monthly?
- Jabber! - Bep.
Hopefully, this test will tell us everything we need to know.
Ah, here it is.
Hmm.
It's just as I feared.
If we don't get Jabber's Cupid back inside her,
she'll be stuck in low-energy mode, forever!
Le gasp!
Bep.
Time for an un-Cupid-ectomy.
Okey-dokey.
Okay, so we know that cute little creep is around here somewhere.
We've gotta lure it in with excessive amounts of romance
so we can catch it and cram it back into Jabber's body.
Begin Operation Cupid Trap!
Romantic lighting.
Check.
Romantic spread. Check.
And conversation cue cards about infectious diseases. Check!
Sweetie, no.
Romantic music. Check.
Next, we need a gentleman suitor.
Drinking that hot dog water was a mistake!
What?
Hey! What? What are you? What are you-- What are you doing, guys?
Huh? Oh!
And now, for our lovely star.
Ay! Ay! Ay! Jabber!
Jabberjaw!
Bep.
Ugh, yikes.
Just gotta fake it 'till you make it, Jabber!
Bep.
Medical levels of romance achieved.
Now to get the Cupid's attention.
Calling all cupids.
It's incredibly romantic in here.
Knock it off.
Hey, so, what is all this?
Be romantic, or else...
Or else what?
Oh, no! He's left it completely up to my imagination!
You... You know, most people don't know,
but there's... there's, like, really, um,
there's really like all different types of cardboard.
You know there's like single-face board,
and single-wall board, and double-double-wall board,
and, you know, triple wall board,
and corrugated fire board, and honeycomb board, and paper board,
and, of course, my favorite, gray board,
that's the best kind.
- You know, you got the standard bath board... - Oh, jeez.
...you've got conservation board, I mean, it's kind of...
- ...a whole new world of cardboard once you... - Loopy, more romance!
...delving deep into that whole card...
I mean, that stuff's great but you can even go to oriented strand board...
Stop. Being. Boring!
Hey. Why don't you try some oysters?
They're romantic. You're romantic.
This is romantic.
I... I think I might be allergic.
Ah, no dying in the store!
Hey, Boo Boo.
You've been in that toilet a long time.
You okay, little buddy?
Are those oysters?
I love oysters!
Come to me, my darlings.
I'm reading a huge spike in affection.
Yogi, keep eating.
Oh, no.
This is just like that time I was cursed to be all hairy and I was living in a castle
and I met that beautiful lady
and the townspeople, they were all trying to break in.
Now you're safe, my little rose.
The Cupid is here.
Come on, little buddy.
Easy now.
My store! No!
I love you girls so much.
Let's go to Vegas together.
Wait. I hate Vegas.
I've always loved this strong, silent torso.
Do your worse,
I'm great with love.
Ah, come on!
I have zee net.
Yogi, do not move.
Is it a spider?
Is it a werewolf?
Is it a spider-shaped werewolf?
Okay, Loopy, now just carefully use your net to gently sc--
Got it.
So, you're what Jabber needs, huh?
Come on, Jabber, open up.
Give it to me.
This requires the delicate handiwork of a doctor.
There!
Good news, all that running around has worn out your Cupid
so it should be producing normal levels of love.
No more unexpected rampages.
How are you feeling, Jabber?
Jabber's back, baby!
Only zeh normal amount of rampage.
Is it bad, Yogi?
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I got a little special someone to see.