Mornin' murder.
Where ya hiding today?
Oh, hey, Detective.
- Your usual? - The boysenberry Danish--
the perfect blend of cheese and berry,
butter and tart, dream and reality.
The one treat I allow myself in a week full of darkness,
depravity, and GI issues.
So how're the murders today?
Oddly, no bites, but it is early.
Yeah, we got plenty of sympathy cakes
ready for when they do.
Oh!
Stupid Razzmatazz smoothie.
Oh, hey, Flute.
Ah, the first murder of the day,
part of a balanced breakfa--
Ahh. Ooh.
Killer picture, huh?
Just got it from the casino going out of business.
You interested?
No thanks, Tim Patty.
I bring this home without asking Harm,
and I'm going to get more than my heart broken.
You know, like the Heartbreakers.
Don't come around here no more.
Ha! Nice.
Oh.
Okay, time for takeoff to Planet Awesome Breakfast.
Mission control, are we go for launch?
Commander Flute, you are clear
to nom-nom your yum-yum in three, two--
Noooo!
As much as I was looking forward to slicing you up
like a giant hard-boiled egg that begs for mercy,
that scream really shook me.
Yeah, after hearing that scream,
I kind of wish you had killed me.
- I mean, I still cou-- - Oh, no, no.
- I'm good. - No, you're right.
- Yeah, next time. - Next time.
Cool slicer though.
♪
There are only two things I look forward to in life:
a white woman posting something progressive
on Instagram that backfires
and my Friday Danish.
So I'll ask nicely once,
after which I will only ask non-nicely.
- What's that? - Brain.
Leave her alone, Flute!
Of course. Why didn't I see it sooner?
You want to be just like me,
so you swiped my Scandinavian sweet.
Isn't that right, fanboy?
What? Be like you?
Pssh.
I've got fingerprints to run.
But forensics is too busy
testing the office insulin levels
to find out who stole your stupid strudel--
and who may have early-onset diabetes.
Speaking of, Sergeant, you're gonna want to see this.
You're gonna want to see this.
Of course, you've always resented I'm lead detective.
Just when I thought you couldn't
stoop any lower-- short joke--
you pull this low-down-- short joke--
below-the-belt-- short joke--
underhanded-- short joke--
has the word "under" in it. I'll allow it.
Where was I? Whatever, you did it.
And you're short. And you know it.
Sorry, coming through.
Whoops, watch yourself there.
Pardon the parka.
Morning, how you doing?
Damn it, Flute.
Let it go.
Never, especially after what I found
in the break room trash-- a discarded note
with a Danish-sized oil stain encircling a code.
And I'll figure it out on my own.
But until then, each of you is a suspect.
And I won't stop till I find which one of you did it.
Also, do any of you have a good podiatrist
that takes our insurance?
Mr. Flesh, it finally happened!
Great, I can explain why that happens
- to men while we clean it up. - What?
No, Tyge invited me to his house
for a sleepover this Friday!
Friday? But that's when we wanted
to steal fetal pigs from the school science lab
and drop them into convertibles from the overpass.
- No, you wanted to do that. - What?
Only because all you want to do is boring stuff,
like get your parents back together or meet Greta Gerwig.
And I want to be a stable boy,
which is why I can't turn down this invite.
Fine, but this sleepover reeks of a trap.
And I know traps.
Oh, God, I forgot about the mailman.
♪ ♪
Chief?
What? No.
Oh.
What do you know about my purloined pastry?
I think you're right.
Someone in our department stole it.
But they did it to distract you from an even bigger conspiracy.
A conspiracy?
Thanks, Chief, but if I needed fringe ideas,
I'd talk to my tailor.
And I have. He's working on a whole
"Lenny Kravitz boho summer" thing for me.
I cracked your code.
The Is are slashes--
half "sau," half "mush."
Half sausage, half mushroom.
It's a pizza order.
Pizza parlors are headquarters
for some of the biggest conspiracies out there.
I'm talking Pizzagate, the Deep Dish State, Pie/11!
And those are real, according to news networks
on very high channel numbers, which means--
A little close.
Thank you.
Oh, yeah, a sleepover
in a fully functional family's house is way better
than pig bombing convertibles.
Hey, uh, let's go into my room.
Hi, you must be Stan.
Can I get you anything?
A snack, some slippers, perhaps a key to the house?
Should we let them get settled first?
Should you stop telling me how to parent?
Hmm?
Let's remember not to use questions
as shields for our feelings.
This is Clara, our family therapist.
We've had some issues, so she moved in
to help us work out the...kinks.
And she sure did.
Now we're a happy, healthy, fully functional throuple.
Let's leave them, and the three of us
can get back to our session upstairs.
If you boys need anything, just--
stay downstairs and get it.
What's a throuple?
I'll draw you up a schematic later.
Just play it cool.
Half sausage, half mushroom.
♪ ♪
Your slice--
he served it to you backwards.
I think that's a clue.
Yeah, a clue I shouldn't listen
to someone who thinks Post Malone's face tattoos
are a treasure map.
We need to follow where it's pointing.
♪ ♪
See? Nothing.
Bruises from strangulation and...
boysenberry.
♪
Now do you believe?
Everything you said is true.
My missing Danish is part of a larger conspiracy.
And after I find the sicko who did this,
we set sail for Cairo to find
the lost treasure of Post Malone.
I'm sorry, but Flute said if I let
anyone contaminate the crime scene,
he'd break both my thumb drives.
Where's Flute?
And Kang told me to let the missing Danish go.
Pff, I guess he forgot I don't let things go,
which is why I can't juggle.
We found three bodies with your Danish dripped
all over them.
That means someone in this department
is behind the killings and your pastry theft.
So internal affairs is coming to look
at the bodies we snuck back.
Go talk to them.
But until then, play dumb so that
we don't scare whichever one of your co-workers
is the big bad.
Flute, none of us took your Danish.
You need to let it go.
♪
You're right. I'll never figure it out.
It just makes me so m--
Makes me so m--
Why are there so many--
is this--is that it?
Or is it the one-- wait, what about--
- That's it. - Yeah, got it.
That one.
Mad!
Makes me so mad.
In case you forgot that from before.
My family is unstable!
How do you deal with your mess of a life?
After my parents split, I needed a friend to talk to,
so I turned to the internet.
And that was a bad idea.
But upon being rescued, I invented a friend.
Staniel LaRusso, no!
Remember when you told that therapist about me?
We had to flush all those pills she prescribed
down the toilet.
That's why all the fish in the lake have dry mouth.
His name is Mr. Flesh.
And he's my imaginary friend.
He's a really cool, skinny skeleton
who wears flashy clothes and has crazy eyes
and doesn't care about rules.
You're making me sound like Travis Barker.
Well, actually, that's not far off.
Ah, it worked!
Look at him.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Wait, you both can see me?
Sweet, so what do we do now?
We could call Greta's manager and try to set up a general.
What about something a little more "fungerous"?
That's fun and dangerous.
I'm trying to get that into the Urban Dictionary.
But they have surprisingly rigorous standards.
Boys, would you mind
shutting your eyes a sec while Clara runs down
for some water?
And rope?
And so I snuck the bodies in here to secure the evidence.
I disguised them as 6-foot subs.
That's why there's all this wax paper and shredded lettuce.
I see.
And you think someone in the department
is trying to frame you?
I mean, it has to be. Who else would?
Besides my old podiatrist.
Okay, I've heard enough, Flute.
I promise we're going to help you.
How is this helping?
Is it a shoulder stretch, 'cause I actually
feel it more in my traps.
We received an anonymous tip from
a co-worker that you're having a mental episode.
What? No, just open the drawers.
You'll see I'm not crazy.
No, they should be here, unless somebody ate them?
Why did I make 'em Mike's way?
It's a sub above!
♪ ♪
Make sure you don't steal the frozen pigs.
With the top down, they'll bounce right off
the seat and out of the car.
And keep your eyes open for teachers.
Should be easy for you-- no eyelids.
He is fun.
Why was I not imaginary friends with him before?
Well, you also enjoy posting poop
on Facebook Marketplace,
so not sure you're the best judge of fun.
I say we call it and go home.
But we're finally doing something cool.
Plus, I promised we'd work on fixing his family.
What?
You're going to help him fix his family?
You haven't even come close to fixing mine.
Well, maybe that's because your family,
like Ezra Miller, cannot be fixed.
This should be enough to start.
Uh, what's going on?
Ha, you two are perfect for each other.
So I won't stop you from freaking out men
in their midlife-crisis convertibles
while the wind whips through their thinning hair
as they drive to an introductory boxing lesson!
I'm going home!
You won't stop us.
And I'm going to call this one Greta Gerpig!
♪ ♪
Flute's been committed?
- Well, we got to do something. - Why?
Because he's my best friend.
You mean your best friend who publicly accused you
of being a thief and a suck up?
A real friend would let that psycho get the help he needs.
You know, she may be right.
Seems this department needs a new lead detective.
What do you say, Lieutenant?
I guess the job is yours.
Perfect, I'll clean out his desk.
♪
Aah!
Why is a possum living in his desk?
Oh, please, you got to help me.
This can't be the only color jumpsuit you have.
All the inmates--
They're all here because of...
me.
I need to talk to the Chief!
Don't I get one phone call?
You've seen too many movies.
Hey, have you seen "Marcel the Shell with Shoes On?"
Ahh, it's super cute.
Aah!
Look, I know I put you all in here.
But you have to understand, I'm terrible with names.
Uh, I want to say the Sunday Slayer--
the Sunrise Slayer.
I know it's something with sun and then slayer,
unless it's stalker.
The Suntan Stalker?
Gah, I can't tell if your face means I'm way off
or you want to kill me.
Or is it because I don't have a suntan?
No, you want to kill me.
♪
It's all over.
Time for my death speech,
the detective equivalent of accepting an Oscar.
Do I go out cool?
"This party was lame anyway."
How about topical?
"Might as well be dead with these gas prices."
Or do I set sail on a blaze of glory?
"Why don't I show us both out?"
Sadly, that last one requires a grenade I've secretly
been holding in my hand.
Get him.
Huh?
You got lucky, Flute.
We'll just have to kill you after therapy.
We do our therapy online?
No, we're the therapists.
All therapy apps are staffed by the criminally insane.
With face filters, nobody seems to notice.
Uh, smash.
Hi, I'm Stan,
and it's been a while since I've done one of these.
Boy-son--I mean, boy-client, what's wrong?
- I just lost a very important person in my life.
He sounds amazing.
And ruggedly handsome.
- I really thought this year I'd get everything
back the way I wanted it.
But now it feels like maybe--
maybe I need to give that up.
As someone who just gave up, let me tell you, it sucks.
But you're young.
You can't let go of what you want.
Just let go of how you think you're gonna get there.
Look, I got to go.
But if we never speak again--
There are some magazines under your dad's mattress.
He knows it's all online these days.
But sometimes you just need to go old school
and feel the crinkle of those well-worn pages.
Anyway, destroy those magazines.
But do not look at them.
Hey, what are you doing?
I'm letting go of how I think I'm going to get there.
Yeah, that means nothing to me.
But whatever works for you.
Stewart.
♪ ♪
Can you believe Stewart was the first person
I busted when I came back to Grimsburg,
and he's the Chief's kid?
Excuse me for trying to catch you up.
So can you get a message to your mom for me?
She's the only one who can get me out of here.
Wow, I really thought you'd have
figured out my mommy by now.
But who am I to judge?
I just realized I have mommy issues with my mommy.
Oh, do you?
Uh, wait, figured out what?
I bet if you could go back and rewatch it all,
you'd see it so clearly.
♪ ♪
Pat's Pizza--
Chief Patsy Stamos!
Gravestones, crime tape, sympathy cakes--
She owns them all.
Every time someone dies, Chief makes a buck.
But I put too many killers away,
and that's bad for business.
So she created this whole conspiracy
to get me out of the way.
Oh, you got to listen to the commentary on that.
Jon Hamm basically admits he only did it for the money.
Apparently he was in serious debt.
Mm, that explains why he was in every commercial that year.
- You got to get me out of here. - Don't worry.
Get to the library, find the poster,
kiss my mommy-- uh, convict my mommy.
Issues much?
Hey, everybody, food fight!
Okay, fine, regular fight.
♪
Seriously? No one's ever looked
behind the Shawshank poster?
I'll take it.
♪ ♪
I leave you for one day and you start scrapbooking?
But why did you come back?
Because you are my guy, my guy.
Plus, I saw him lick one of the pigs
and it kind of creeped me out, which is saying a lot.
And I'm sorry for what I said about your parents.
But maybe the reason I couldn't get them
back together was because they're not supposed to be.
But we are.
♪ ♪
Oh, I guess there are worse things to walk in on.
Stan, we got to get moving if we're gonna
make the casino demolition.
♪
Wow, I guess the public school system really
is a pipeline to prison.
Pentos, it's the Chief.
- She's-- - Big Murder?
How did you figure it out?
I didn't.
She did.
Found this.
So even after everything I said,
you still tried to save me.
I guess you are the bigger person--
affectionate short joke.
We got to find the Chief.
Any ideas on where she is?
She's probably at the casino.
Practically the whole town's there.
And if they were all to blow up early
in a tragic demolition accident,
that would make the Chief a millionaire
from gravestone engravings alone.
But you guys are the detectives,
so you probably figured that out.
- Sure, of course. - Yeah, sure.
- Yeah, of course. - Totally, yeah.
♪ ♪
We have a few more hours until the casino
goes boom boom.
But before it does, my wife Bethica would
like to think a few words.
All yours, hunbun!
Where's the Chief?
She needed some air and went up to the helipad.
- Why? - Because she's planning
to blow us all up while we're inside!
♪
I assumed it was just swag they sent
to promote their new show, "Law and Order" reruns.
Listen up!
If you don't want your body exploding,
I recommend you leave.
♪ ♪
A skyscraper rooftop showdown with a helicopter?
Yeah, I could get used to this.
Make sure you take some pics.
I don't have a camera.
My doorbell has a cam-- oh, forget it.
It's over.
Drop the detonator.
Bravo, Flute.
I guess you really are Grimsburg's greatest detective.
Except you missed one thing--
I also own Grimsburg Cybernetics.
Summers, protect the boss!
♪ ♪
So I guess that's where the camera money went.
Ahh!
♪
Summers, look, I know I haven't been the best partner.
All you ever wanted was to be like me.
But the truth is, I'd be a lot better off
if I was more like you.
♪ ♪
Oh!
But--but that's impossible.
He's programmed to obey.
Except one thing is stronger than code.
Please say friendship. Please say friendship.
Friendship.
Ha-ha, whee!
I was going to say silicon carbide.
But he needed a win.
♪ ♪
You saved us all.
I guess you deserve this.
Oh, no.
I learned my lesson there.
I am staying far away from--
oh--
Oh, look at us, just one happy throuple.
Honey,
I don't think you know what that means.
There's three of us. Three? Throuple?
Well, whatever it is, I like this.
Me too.
Grimsburg, I came back here to solve
the one case I could never crack--
myself.
I should probably get started on that.
Uh, there's always next year.
Well, with Chief gone, they need someone
to replace her, and I passed.
So next person in line is our lead detective.
Chief Flute? Has a nice ring to it.
Actually, we had to ask the current lead detective.
And she said yes.
Flute, I got a case for ya--
a case of soap, 'cause you stink, Detective.
So what do we do now?
- We wait, Summers. - For what?
A second season pickup.
You know this is a TV show, right?
Is that what those credits are for?
Bento.