American Dad!

Where do you think the trash goes

when you put it down the chute?

Maybe it goes to California.

Thrilling news!

I've finally built the labyrinth I've always wanted.

What's a labyrinth? It's an elaborate maze

filled with riddles and monsters.

Monsters? You ask a lot of questions, Smith.

Well, here's a statement.

I'm in a good mood, too.

Tonight's family game night at my house.

Family game night?!

Why didn't you say so?!

Get out of here, Smith!

Everyone, please remember,

you do not need to come into work

if you have family game night, a tickle in your throat,

or see any unlucky numbers on your drive in.

Left hand... red.

Left hand... red? That's impossible.

This stupid game's rigged against me.

Whose idea was this? I bet it was yours.

Steve, you've been coming for my throne for years.

But never forget where you came from...

my balls.

My bad.

It's right foot... green.

Hey! I'm already on green.

Stan wins!

Now, without further ado,

I will celebrate in the traditional manner.

Looks like another

victorious game night for Stan!

Why do we always let Mr. S win at game night?

He's such a bad loser that we really have no other option.

Believe me. It kills me to see that man happy.

Yeah, when dad loses, he gets toxic.

That's four!

I win!

I know you cheated and I know you watch me and your mom

do it, you little creepo.

Francine, I don't love you anymore.

And you! You're not very good at basketball.

Joke's on him. That only fueled me

to take my game to the next level.

Well, I would like to win every once in a while.

And I would like my butt to smell like

strawberries and not butthole.

But neither is happening, Jeffy, my boy!

Isn't anyone gonna ask me what I'm eating?

It's foie gras.

I just tried it for the first time

at Frog Ross's Foie Gras-taurant.

Roger, you know how they make that stuff?

It is disgusting and cruel.

They force-feed geese

until their fattened livers are bursting.

With flavor.

I was so full, I barely even wanted

to stop at Burger King afterward.

Hey, Stan.

Cool to see you in my alcove.

Are you trying to hide a dirty rag?

That's why most people come in here.

I'm trying to pick out something for tonight's game night,

but I've won all these. It's getting boring.

If you really want a game that will shake things up...

I'm not doing sex dice with my family.

We don't have to invite the family.

Sir, is something wrong?

You seem a little off today.

Is this about that botched coup

where we paid the Libyan dictator's barber

to give him an embarrassing haircut,

but then everybody loved the haircut

and his power only grew stronger?

It's my damned labyrinth.

No one can escape it.

If no one wins, I can't congratulate them.

And I already know what I'm going to say.

"Attaboy! You finished my labyrinth,

and I'm proud of you!"

Sir, I think I have the answer to your prayers.

Maybe you didn't hear earlier today when I was in my house,

but I'm a little bored of all the games my family owns.

Oh, no!

I need a challenge.

You know what we should do...

We should kiss. No. I should play your labyrinth.

Yes, of course.

Now on to that kiss

you've been begging me for.

I went to buy some foie gras,

but it was too expensive,

so I did the next-best thing.

Meet Ross, Chandler, Joey, Monica, Rachel,

and Phoebe, my geese!

I grabbed them from the park to make my own foie gras.

This is a very good idea, Roger.

I am 100% on board.

Follow me, please.

For this week's game night,

I have something a little different planned.

It already feels a little different.

We're gonna do a labyrinth.

Come on.

I really don't feel like doing a labyrinth tonight.

I'll do anything to get off this noisy-ass elevator.

Dinging when the door opens, beeping on every floor.

We get it! You're an elevator!

I'm sure it won't take that lo...

Gulp.

The one time I forget my Rollerblades.

This is a strange thing the government built.

Hi! I'm Grunklebean, A.K.A. "The Cool Bean."

Can anyone tell me what happened in the Tampa Bay Lightning game?

This lady's hilarious.

What the hell is this place?

Great question. I'll have my Groban

explain everything.

What's a Groban? Great question.

I'll have my Groban explain everything.

Welcome to the labyrinth

In the CIA basementh

It's a maze filled with riddles

And puzzles and challenges

And tons of freaky-ass creatures

Ooh, ooh, yeah If you get into trouble

Ooh, yeah Bullock will rescue and bring you home

But if you want to win

You got to make it to that Toyota Tacoma

Make it to that Toyota Tacoma

Take it, Dr. Dubs!

That's right, Dr. Dubs comin' straight from the streets

In my lab, I make monsters and sick-ass beats

Now, there's only one rule in this place I'm so proud of

You gotta make sure you don't fall in lo-ove

Enjoy the labyrinth!

Hiya!

I'm Werb-Berg the Woober.

This is my puzzle palace.

To pass, you must parse my puzzling puzzle.

Got it. Physical challenge.

Dad, I think this floor is a puzzle.

The floor? Don't you dare touch that beautiful mosaic.

It's a puzzle.

Did I not make that clear enough?

It's not you, Wahlberg. You're fine.

We got a whole thing going on.

Maybe we should do the puzzle?

Aha!

It's a gingerbread wall.

This place is rigged.

I should have expected this from a scum-sucking,

bottom-feeding Woober. What?!

Oh, no! Bad-loser alert.

Let's finish... quick!

Good job, Stan!

You bit the right rock.

Yeah, I did.

This is my labyrinth.

No. I will not clap.

Jesus, Jeff! Who cares?

It's just making a noise

by slapping two meat sticks together.

It doesn't mean anything.

Oh, baby!

This smells so good!

Okay, what's the next step?

This is all pretty sick and twisted.

You have to force-feed the geese several times

a day with this thing.

It's called a gavage.

I'm sure they like it. Look, I'll try some.

This is kind of good.

Really good! I can't get enough!

When I signed up to help you, Roger,

I didn't know it would be so corny.

Thank you.

But that joke's in this book.

Like my orb? Yes.

Aaaand are you enjoying my labyrinth?

Well, the craftmanship is a little bit shoddy,

And there's more duct tape...

It doesn't matter what you think

This is my labyrinth so just shut up

Hello. I am The Riddle Lord.

Cool, man. I'm Steve.

Let's hear that riddle.

I build up castles.

I tear down mountains.

I make some men blind.

I help others to see.

What am I?

Stevie Wonder! Final answer!

What? That makes zero sense.

Got it. It's sand.

Stan! You were right!

It was Stevie Wonder.

No. Stop Cabbage Patching!