My Dad the Bounty Hunter

Huh.

Hmm...

Ugh.

Hmm. Guess it's takeout.

Hmm...

That was quick.

Hey, there!

One order of flaming-hot Flor Grub for...

What was the name?

No name. I'm paying with yerbles.

Huh? What the...

You forgot the tip.

What the...

Sabo Brok?

Meethal Raythox, you're wanted for skipping bail in the Zoltair system.

How'd you find me? I was so careful.

I really thought I gave 'em... the slip.

Ah!

Why they always gotta run?

KRS, target is on the move.

Oh!

Huh?

Gotcha.

KRS, make a note.

No more bounties on liquid-based life-forms.

Huh?

Wait. He's liquid.

Mmm?

Guess you'd rather fly travel size.

On the run, cut off from his squad,

and running from a past he'd rather forget,

the fearless mercenary LaserFire stalks his prey.

Um, what are you doing?

It's called role-playing, Lisa.

And I find that having a compelling backstory

gives me an extra edge that the other guys don't have.

Whatever, ya dork.

Yo, Sean. Where are you?

Oh! Sorry, guys.

Oh my gosh. Did he get lost?

He's using those annoying voices again.

All right, guys. All we need to do is draw them out into the open.

Sean, you get out there and run interference.

They got a rail gun, but the rest of us can ambush them from our hiding place.

Just wait for my signal.

Ready!

LaserFire springs into action.

Spots his quarry and has found them wanting.

Surprise is his ally.

- Uh-oh! - Blast 'em, Sean!

- What just happened? - Aw, man! Sean, what the...

Sean, you dummy! You just gave away our location!

Sorry, guys. I-I freaked.

Why do we even let you play with us?

Way to go, Twitchy.

Hey! Cut it out.

Nobody gets to pick on my brother except for me.

Is that your sister, Sean? Tell her to shut it.

Um, what did he say?

Sorry, guys. I'll do better next time. I-I think it's just lag on my end.

- Ejected! - Guys?

What happened?

They kicked me out of the group.

Hey! It's just a game, right?

Yeah.

Give it to me.

But you'll have to play on the other team.

Perfect.

Evatrax.

Okay, guys. Focus.

Yeah, don't screw it up!

Let's team up on ol' Bug Eyes.

Hey, Damien. Think fast.

Fall back!

Anyone have a night vision kit?

There are sheep,

and there are wolves, Sean.

Hello? Mike?

Mike, where are you?

Michael's gone, Darren.

Sean? Is that... is that you?

No, Darren. I'm something much worse.

- Whoo! - Yeah, baby!

We won.

We won.

We did it!

Well, you did it. I'm worse than a bot.

Hey! No, you're not.

Don't let those guys get to you.

Yeah.

All right, guys. Let's go. Your father should be here any minute.

"Got held up. Can you drop them off?"

Of course you did, Terry.

Shotgun!

So! Dad's taking you to Splashtown for your birthday.

Are you excited, Sean?

Yeah, I can't wait!

I'm gonna make him go on all the waterslides with me this time.

There's this one, The Devastator!

It has so many turns in it,

they have to constantly clean it out because so many people barf in it!

That's disgusting.

Well, I'm sorry I'll be missing out on that.

I'm sure you and your dad will have a great time.

Surprised he can even find time to hang out with us.

Lisa!

What? You know I'm right.

Besides, Sean knows his real birthday is with us next weekend.

This isn't about keeping score between me and Dad.

But if it was, that game would be a shutout.

Terry.

That's right, Charlie. We're go. I'm on the move.

Wow.

Pew, pew, pew.

Dad's really leaning into the divorced-guy thing.

Hey. Hey, hey. Hey.

No. We're not divorced. We're just... separated.

- And this place may be a little rough... - ...but he's doing his best.

I-I guess.

Did someone order takeout?

Daddy!

Hey! Sorry I'm late, guys.

I had to drop my truck off.

I wanna ride in your truck!

Oh yeah? Gonna help me make deliveries, huh?

I've never seen it.

Hey, little man. What's up with the...

those crazy guns? Huh! You been working out?

Yeah, I'm getting swole, right?

And how's my girl doing?

What? We aren't doing kisses anymore?

Yeah. Didn't you get the memo?

Wow! What are these?!

I think it's supposed to be...

art?

Hey, Lisa. Think fast.

Hey! Does that look like a toy to you?

Uh... Yes?

Uh, well... it's not.

Hey, Terry? Can we, uh, talk for a minute?

What's with Sean's face? I thought he was over that.

His tic has been getting worse. The doctor says it's caused by stress.

Stress? What's he got to be stressed about? He's eight.

Uh... I'm kidding.

Terry, can you take this seriously?

And we have to talk about the Lisa incident.

What incident? I thought she was doing great.

Here's what happened.

The kids were supposed to be doing a fundraiser for the new gym.

But instead of selling chocolate bars like a normal kid,

your daughter decided to set up a gambling den.

What, were they betting marbles or something?

No, Terry. It was high-stakes poker.

She cleaned them all out.

Sorry, Reggie. This just isn't your week.

I know.

I mean, come on. He lost to a child. He had it coming.

Terry, definitely not the point.

The parents were furious. All the money she raised had to be returned.

And I'm pretty sure she hired a seventh-grader to go around and collect.

See? She's creating job opportunities.

Terry.

All right. I'll talk to her. I'll set her straight.

It's not just about "setting her straight."

The kids really need you right now. And when you're here, you need to be here.

I-I know you hate my job, and I hate being away all the time,

but it's good money.

I just need one, maybe two big runs, and we'll be set for a while.

You know what? I really hope so.

Did we not just talk about this?

Okay. I am going to take off.

- You guys all good? - Yep.

Sean, remember to take your allergy medicine.

I will.

Lisa, take lots of pictures and send them to me.

We will, Mom.

Bye, Tess.

Bye, Terry.

Who's ready for cocktails?

Ooh! I am!

You don't even know what that means.

One more joke, Dad! One more!

- Okay, okay, okay. Okay. - No!

Dad, you're killing me.

Why did the invisible man turn down the job?

I don't know.

He couldn't see himself doing it!

That's lovely, Sean.

Okay. Okay, okay, okay. What movie you guys wanna watch?

Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Let's watch The Legend of Ga-Hoo !

Uh-uh. No. Not again.

Sorry, son. Five times is my limit on Ga-Hoo .