Knock Knock

I'm sorry.

- Oh, it's okay.

- I'm sorry, baby.

- I'm sorry.

- F***ing shoulder.

Keep going.

That's helping.

Never.

Just a little bit.

Just to clean it up.

I'm not cutting it.

But you'd look so hot

with short hair.

- Oh, would I?

- Yeah.

- Thank you.

- No, no, no...

Sorry, I didn't mean it like that.

You are hot.

You are the hottest.

- Keep going.

- You and your gorgeous,

thick, long hair.

- Continue...

- I just f***ing love the way it's long.

Yeah?

Happy Father's Day, Daddy!

- Kids, we said after breakfast.

- I want cake for breakfast.

Wow! Chocolate with sprinkles!

- My favorite.

- Happy Father's Day!

- Open it! Open it! Open it!

- Open it! Open it! Open it!

I am, I am.

I like building up

the anticipation.

Oh, you guys...

- You like it?

- I love it.

Muah! I love it.

- Thank you.

- Mom helped us.

No, I didn't.

It was all their idea.

- Right, kids?

- Right.

- Cake! Cake! Cake!

- Cake! Cake! Cake!

- Okay, okay.

- Cake! Cake! Cake!

Cake! Cake! Cake! Cake!

Oh, look at that

beautiful looking cake!

Ah...

Who did this to monster!

Oh, you can't hide from monster!

Monster can smell you!

Run! Run!

Monster's coming!

Argh!

Monster made kids disappear.

And...

Monster wanna finish

what we started.

Too late, the kids are awake.

Monster sad.

I'm sure monster can

wait till Monday.

Monster been waiting

three weeks.

Yeah, but with the kids

and my exhibition

I cannot keep everybody

happy all the time.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Monster doesn't want

to start a fight.

Okay. Sorry, me neither.

I promise we'll finish this

as soon as I get back.

Oh, monster happy.

Monster happy.

Monster very happy.

Yeah, Mommy.

- Gracias.

- De nada.

- Everybody packed?

- Yeah.

Monkey, good boy.

Dad, why can't we take

Monkey to the beach with us?

Yeah, you know

he loves the beach.

Monkey needs to stay here

and keep your dad company

so he doesn't stay

all alone during the weekend.

- That's unfair.

- Knock-knock.

Hey, Louis!

Hey, guys,

hot off the presses.

- What's going on, Louis?

- What's shakin'?

What's going on, little guys?

Mr. Webber, how are you, sir?

Morning, Louis.

I'd offer you a hand, but all

I can lift is this coffee.

Oh, that's what happens when

you try to impress girls in the bat cage.

I wasn't flirting,

I was being a gentleman.

Yeah, I'm sure she was

a poor helpless 25-year-old.

Yeah, helpless.

Do you know what this is?

Is it a Father's Day

present for Daddy?

No. No, this is

Mommy's catalog.

Assuming they got the color

right this time.

Oh, let's hope.

I think they did.

It's a little bit magenta,

but it's almost perfect.

- What's magenta?

- This color.

Honey, it's perfect.

Mom, can Louis come

to the beach with us?

Yeah.

No, Louis needs to stay here

and do some work.

Just like your daddy.

That's correct.

Father's Day party that me and

your dad are gonna have tonight.

Louis! Shh!

- Oh, come on.

- You're not having a party.

I'm not having a party,

I'm working very hard.

Did you pack your gun?

- Yes.

- Did you pack the bomb?

- Yes.

- Have you packed the cannon?

- Yes.

- Have you packed the chainsaw?

You didn't pack the chainsaw?

Go get the chainsaw, man!

The cement still hasn't dried,

but it should be fine by tomorrow night.

Still, it's extremely fragile

and I don't trust those movers

after the mess

they made at the gallery.

Mmm-mmm. No, I'll take

care of it. Don't worry.

Okay, gracias, I'll have it

all packed up for you.

Okay.

It's almost dry though.

Yeah, so I'll just text you

when it's at the gallery.

Don't worry about anything,

I got it all under control.

You have a good weekend at the beach.

Enjoy yourself. I'm out.

Gracias, Louis.

- Mr. Webber, I'll see you tomorrow.

- Thank you.

I mean, "tonight"

for the super-secret party.

- Louis...

- See you, kids.

- Bye, Louis.

- Super-secret party?

- Super-secret party.

- Okay.

Is this the last one?

- You like it?

- I love it.

Good.

I think it should be bigger.

- You think so?

- Yeah, then we can get the pool.

Okay, I'll do it bigger next time.

I told Vivian tomorrow at 2:00.

I don't need her therapy

anymore, it's healing.

Tell that to your shoulder.

Dad, are you sure

you can't come to the beach with us?

I would love nothing more, sport.

But if Daddy doesn't work

this weekend, we'll have to live in a box.

Do you guys want to live in a box?

- No.

- No. Not really.

Me neither.

Unless I designed it.

Okay, say goodbye to Daddy.

Bye, Daddy.

Say goodbye to Monkey.

Bye, Monkey.

Daddy, don't forget to send

all your party pix on Instagram.

Okay.

- Call me when you get there.

- I will. I love you.

- I love you.

- I love you.

Bye, guys.

- Bye.

- Bye, Daddy.

Get a haircut, Dad!

Well, Monkey...

Looks like it's just me

and you, kid.

Hey, baby.

How's the house?

Hi! It's perfect.

Look. Kids, say hello to your dad.

- Hi!

- Hello.

All it needs is you.

- I love you.

- I love you, too.

Miss you.

Good night.

Who's there?

Just one second, sir, please.

- Hello?

- Could I use your phone, please?

Yes?

We're so sorry

to bother you, sir,

but could you please tell us

where the Gregorys live?

This is the third house

we've tried.

Looks like everyone's gone

for the long weekend.

The Gregorys?

No, I don't know anyone

around here

by that name.

What's the address?

Um,

I honestly don't know.

My phone got wet

and she left hers at her house.

The taxi just dropped us here.

We've been walking around

for, like, 20 minutes.

Yeah, my feet are, like, dying.

Well, I'm sorry.

I'm afraid I can't help you.

Bless you.

Here.

Thank you.

Well, if you guys want

you can come in and use my phone.

Oh, thanks, but...

All our contacts are on

our phones.

I... I don't even know my own number,

can you believe it?

Maybe Ashley's on Facebook chat?

Ah, genius.

Actually, would you mind

if we just used your computer for a sec?

We don't want to impose.

We'll just get the address

and be out of your hair.

Yeah. Sure.

Come in.

Thank you.

No, it's fine. Don't worry.

Oh, I don't mind.

We don't want to mess up

your house.

Yeah. Excuse me.

Um, thank you so, so much.

- I know this is so random.

- It's fine.

Hang on, I'll get you

an iPad and some towels.

Thanks.

Nice house.

Thanks.

Girls?

We're in here.

I'm so sorry,

it was warmer here.

Hope you don't mind.

We were freezing.

Here.

Oh, my God. Thank you.

This is beyond embarrassing.

Don't worry about it.

Make yourselves at home.

I'm Bel, by the way.

Evan.

- Nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you.

Ashley's online.

Cool.

You're a life saver, Evan.

Not everyone would just let two total

strangers into their house these days.

Well, you don't look

that dangerous.

Worst case scenario,

I know I can

take the both of you.

I'm not so sure.

I do air boxing.

- Air boxing?

- Yeah, like, you know?

- Oh, okay.

- Oh, my God, I'm sorry.

- Excuse me, sir.

- Yes.

- What's the address?

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