Bob's Burgers

*BOB'S BURGERS*

*BOB'S BURGERS* Season 09 Episode 17

*BOB'S BURGERS* Episode Title: "What About Blob?"

Sync corrections by srjanapala

It's so unfair I got in trouble today.

So unfair.

Right? I mean, there I was, grooving my way

into probably the most revolutionary sound

the world has ever heard,

and Mr. Frond calls it a "major disturbance"?

Gene Belcher, dear God in heaven.

But you were going for annoying, right?

No. It's a special sound.

With a special purpose, I assume.

Alarm clock companies are always looking for new sounds.

Come on, let's go to the bar.

I want to knock back a couple before going home.

That takes the edge off.

Oysters.

I miss the dumpling house days.

Yeah, and the taco truck days.

Nah, I'm over those places.

Dollar oysters are my new tacos.

One more Kumamoto, please, Charles.

- You got it, Gene. - Ew.

Look at that green blob. No judgment.

Looks like if whale diarrhea and Gene's diarrhea had a baby.

- Aw. - It might be ugly, but that right there

is the most important stuff in the entire ocean.

It's plankton.

- Plankton, you say? - Yeah.

It's the food small critters eat, like these oysters.

Then the small critters get eaten by big critters and so on,

all the way up to Godzilla.

You hear that? You sure you guys don't want to try one?

It's full of plankton and tastes like delicious post-nasal drip.

Mm...

Can you believe I got banned from making an amazing sound

very much like this at school?

You could also stop making that sound here.

Yeah, Gene, I love your sounds, but this one is killing me.

It's a little annoying.

Annoying?

Yeah, this is the album where your fans go,

"Ooh, what happened?"

And then you go to rehab and your comeback is amazing.

Okay, you know what?

That's about all the negativity a boy can take in one day.

Aw, where you going, sweetie?

I need some fresh air.

Huh. But Gene hates fresh air.

Tina, Louise, you better go with him.

It's getting dark out.

But you said these menus won't wipe themselves.

- So they will wipe themselves. - Just go.

Annoying?

Just wait. When I'm dead, my sounds

are gonna be in the Top 40 and you guys are gonna say,

"Gene was doing that years ago."

What the...? That's weird.

Are you seeing this?

Yeah. Let me try.

- Whoa... - Damn.

And underwater aliens will be snatching us in three, two...

- Whoa. - Ooh.

Well, that is just...

You are gorgeous, whatever you are.

I... I love you, magic water?

- Nice bags! - What?

Let me guess, you bought stuff for your burgers?

Uh, yeah.

- That's what I thought. - Wait, sorry, Trev.

Was that supposed to be an insult?

- Zoom? - I guess it was.

Jimmy put me in charge while he's out of town.

He's in Key Largo. Then Montego.

He's trying to hit every place in the song "Kokomo."

- Uh-huh. - It's weird not having Jimmy around.

Okay, Trev, uh. I need to go inside now.

These bags are starting to get heavy.

And, uh, I want to.

- Trev is acting weird. - He misses Jimmy. He told me.

Aw, I feel bad for him.

I don't. Or I guess I do.

But I feel bad for a lot of other people before him.

- Where are the kids? - They're at the oyster bar.

- Again? - Yeah,

they saw glowing lights in the ocean last night.

They want to find out if they saw God

or if it's something radioactive.

So they're gonna poke at it some more.

Beautiful blue thingy? Where are you?

Here's the Glencrest order. What you doing, Gene?

You haven't seen a majestic blue creature around, have you?

Blue creature? What kind of blue we talking about?

It's like if you dropped the Blue Man Group in a blender.

There was this amazing blue glowing thing right there,

but now there's just that ugly plankton blob.

Oh yeah, that. It's the same blob.

- Say what? - Well, sometimes plankton glow at night.

It's called bioluminescent.

So it's gross during the day, but fun and frisky at night?

- Like leather pants? - Yeah.

Sometimes they glow, sometimes they move around a little bit.

They're very sensitive to all sorts of stuff.

Light, sound, movement, arguments, personal slights.

For some it's an eyesore,

but they're not seeing what's really there.

So you're just an annoying blob, huh?

You and me both, pal.

We got to kill that plankton?

Uh-huh. Wait, what?

Boss said if that plankton doesn't go away

before the regatta, we got to bleach it.

Ha, you said "regatta, we gotta."

- Did I say "regatta, we gotta"? - You did, you did.

No! They're gonna kill my blob buddy!

Hah. "Regatta, we gotta."

Aw, my little Gene Cousteau, look so handsome.

Thank you, Mother. And thank you, Father,

for loaning me your ascot.

That is a dish rag, but it looks good on you.

So you really think you can just talk these yacht club people

out of killing an ugly plankton blob?

First of all, don't call it ugly.

It's just saving it all for the nighttime.

And yes, yes, I do.

Okay. How, exactly?

I'll reason with them. They eat oysters, oysters eat plankton,

bing, bang, boom, they decide not to kill the plankton blob.

Then we smoke cigars, then binge-watch Billions.

Well, I see zero holes in this plan.

- Thank you. - Louise, Tina, go with your brother.

What? Why do we have to keep Gene-sitting

this Gene-tastrophe?

Yeah, we have a life. Oh, wait.

He's already feeling a little poopy about everyone pooping

on his sounds and now he's feeling bad about this blob.

- Come on, be nice. - Kids, go or clean.

- Oh! Okay, yeah, see you later. - We're going, we're going.

Hello, hi. Can I help you kids?

I'd like to speak with Mr. Crest. Mr. Glen Crest.

Glencrest is the name of our club, not an individual.

My brother is here to speak with the club president

about a pressing matter.

Our president is too busy with regatta preparations

to talk to kids. So...

And we're gonna

- breeze right past you now. - What? Wait. No.

- Thank you. - Oh... Oh, fine.

Hey, Mr. Important Man Sir, got a sec?

Um, not really. Who are you?

We're here to save the plankton blob in your marina.

I overheard your henchmen talking about bleaching it.

You overheard that, did you?

Well, it is one of the options we're exploring.

But you can't! From one oyster lover to another, be reasonable.

That's the stuff that feeds the stuff

that feeds our pretty faces.

But that annoying blob isn't supposed to be

in our private marina.

The wind blew it in, and it's not blowing it out.

You're being a blob-snob.

And a bit of an algae-hole.

Not to mention a, um, um...

Uh, come back to me.

Don't make me go to Channel Six News with this.

Olsen Benner would rip this story wide open,

like she did with that day-old muffin exposé.

I see. Well, here's something you might not have known:

that blob is most likely full of toxins

- that can kill shellfish. - Wait, what?

Kids, that's a bad blob. Bad blob!

Bad plankton? Is that possible?

How about this? Just to be certain,

- I'll order, uh, a study of the plankton. - Really?

Of course. We don't want to bleach healthy plankton.

No one cares more about ocean life than yacht clubs.

Our boats literally float on the ocean.

- Good point. - Is it, though?

Look, I've got to tend to other matters now,

but you kids feel free to sample our buffet.

The raw bar is your oyster.

Thanks. See, I told you they'd be reasonable here.

Oh, ooh, wow.

Al, get these kids whatever they want.

- I want to not be near oysters. - I'll take, uh,

three fingers of your most expensive ginger ale.

And that tub of cherries, straight-up.

Hi, Trev.

I bet if Jimmy was here, he'd make fun of you

for not having any customers.

Uh, that seems about right.

Yeah. Jimmy's the best.

Mm-hmm. Maybe not the best.

Sometimes I kind of wish Jimmy and I

wouldn't pick on you so much.

Really? Okay. You-you could stop.

Ha! "Stop." Good one. Up top.

We-we don't have to high-five.