The Goode Family

Boomerang Man here!

We're learning and having a good time doing it.

Now despite the boomerangs, i'm not australian.

So, please, no australia questions!

I wanna play!

Thank you, Boomerang Man.

As his promotional brochure states,

"What you toss out there always comes back."

I hope that has inspired all of you to do community service.

Even if it didn't,

you still have to do 30 hours of it to graduate.

30 hours?

Relax. You're all heroes.

And the thing about heroes is they shouldn't have to do

the same things as regular people.

You just give an inspirational speech

to some second graders.

- I suggest "Stay off drugs." - That sounds easy.

Great. 30 hours of mandatory kindness

toward others.

Bliss, chill. There's a school-sanctioned trip

to Costa-Rica.

The plane ride alone counts for, like, 20 hours.

My sister went last year. Check it out.

She got so drunk at the wildlife preserve,

she puked all over a rare species of turtle.

Oh, my god! That is so going to be us!

Just don't do it to the peanut butter anymore.

Stay off drugs! Stay off drugs.

What?

Now, Ubuntu, Dr. Millstein prescribes those pills

so your mother can ride in elevators.

No, that's my speech for community service week.

That's all you do for community service week?

Yeah, 'cause I'm a hero.

All football players are.

Suntan lotion? I've only got one week,

and I want to get in, get burned and get out.

Bliss, I hope you plan on doing something meaningful

for community service week.

I'll say so. I'm going to be helping all kinds of people

and turtles and stuff in Costa-Rica.

They need me.

Wait. I've heard about that trip.

It's one big party. That is not community service.

Don't you remember all the fun we used to have

at soup kitchens and needle exchanges?

School says Costa-Rica is good enough.

No. Community service is helping your community here,

not going off on a central american party junket.

Or giving canned speeches instead of using your words

to help make the world a better place, Ubuntu.

You two are not taking the easy way out.

Why does being good have to be so hard?

And suck so bad.

I think that's how you know it's working.

The Goode family

I wonder if I could reuse this as a shower cap.

I'm not so sure I got through to Bliss.

She thinks we're not letting her go to Costa-Rica

because you're cheap and I'm a monster. - Cheap?

Helen. Gerald.

Picking up supplies for Bliss's trip to Costa-Rica?

Actually, no, Margo. As a matter of fact,

our daughter prefers doing real community service

right here in Greenville.

Well, we try to expose our Celia

to all the world's suffering.

And Costa-Rica is a country

so rich in biodiversity and poor people.

That may be fine for Celia, but my daughter

is not going to become some superficial poseur

whose charity work is merely an excuse to jet-set

and attend meaningless galas only to wake up one day

alone, cynical and dead inside.

But Celia's great.

Great, great, great.

I'm gonna use this as a shower cap.

I can't believe I got stuck with graffiti cleanup.

What did you get?

I have to... Donate my hair.

It's Costa-Rica! That's a mexican song.

This speech is good, but I don't know

if it's good enough to shape a generation.

Just bring in a snake. Kids love 'em!

Ubuntu, i'm sure it's wonderful.

Just relax, open your mouth and change the future.

Global warming increases corporate greed,

taking its toll on rising food prices at the pump,

feeding hate in third world country

human rights violations.

And so, I ask you, where are the bees?

It's up to you!

Very powerful stuff,

but I think you need to focus on something personal,

something you've experienced yourself.

Puberty?

Maybe just a smidge less personal.

Well, off to clean graffiti and hide from drive-bys.

Bliss, you're overreacting.

Don't forget those gang signs I taught you.

Those have saved my ass I don't know how many times.

Where's the graffiti?

Maybe I'm here too late... Or just late enough.

I'm Bliss. I'm here to do community service for school.

One sec.

I'm just, uh, building and analyzing a, um,

rehabilitation protocol.

Uh... Are you cool?

Um... Yeah. I think.

I think so, too.

Bliss, listen closely.

Clearly, there's no graffiti.

Guess who doesn't know that.

The government.

Guess who keeps sending money, anyway.

The government?

I see a little of me in you.

Now it's 10:00 a.m.,

which means we actually have to get down to business -

stalking my ex on facebook.

All right.

Gingersnaps, pecan sandies...

O... oatmeal raisin.

Uh, Ubuntu, I understand that cookies are important to you,

but they might not be speech material.

Guys, come here!

So the average guy just got back from Disneyland.

I had one heck of a good time...

Until I got lost near the airport

and ran into this!

And then this!

I was sick to my stomach...

Until I saw these uncommon laborers,

these gentlemen of the mop...

These sanitational sensations

who have decided to take back their hood.

That's what Bliss is doing,

making the park safe for little brown children

and their mamacitas.

You should tell Bliss. She could probably use the boost.

Tomorrow, the average guy asks...

Whatever happened to pagers?

What?

Where's the profanity?!

Pass and score! Bam!

You don't see a lot of headers in foosball.

- Bliss! - Mom? What are you doing here?

I thought this was an urban park in need of rehabilitation.

Where are the mamacitas?

The grandmas selling corn with chili on it?

Your mom's not cool, is she?

Everything's fine.

Michelle gets urban renewal money,

and I get community service credit

for working on my skills. Everybody wins.

No! Everybody loses.

You lose!

Bliss, one of the greatest gifts you can have

is the chance to help others and make a difference.

Come on. I'm sure Jimmy Carter is building something nearby.

You made me do this in the first place.

I'm staying here.

And I'm taking these boys to the championship.

We raised Bliss to give back,

not leech off the system like this michelle person.

Helen, Bliss has veered offtrack before,

but she always finds her way back into the fold.

Now let's hope this herbal sleep packet

gives me chamomile-flavored dreams.

But she's taking the easy way out.

What's next - running a phony nonprofit

and buying carbon offsets

so she can fly off to the hamptons?

What are the hamptons, anyway?

I saw these uncommon laborers,

these gentlemen of the mop...

These sanitational sensations

who have decided to take back their hood.

That's what Bliss needs.

And that is what she shall have.

Two words, Michelle -

"pillow fort".

We got tagged? I thought that didn't happen here.

It doesn't! But it did!

The pamphlet is coming true!

I hope you're happy, mom. Someone tagged the playground,

and I had to spend all day getting it off. - That's terrible.

But it felt good doing something positive

for the community, didn't it? No. But now that it's done,

Michelle and I can concentrate on getting grant money

for matching golf carts.

Okay.

Hey. Check out that awesome tag.

Gang quality.

Say hello to my new screensaver.

"Gang quality"!

I always knew my art was dangerous.

Okay, personal.

I have a dream!