Fantasmas

- Need proof of existence... - Existence...

Here is your proof.

Hello, Crayola.

One yellow.

Yellow for the sun.

Yellow for a duck.

That's a great choice.

Everybody loves a duck.

OK, now do orange.

White.

Gray!

Black.

Beige.

Thank you. Thank you.

But the reason I'm here

is because I was tossing and turning all night,

thinking about how you need to make a clear crayon.

- Clear? - Like the color clear.

Yes.

But clear isn't a color.

If it isn't a color, what do you call this?

What do you call what?

The space between us.

The emotional space, I mean.

But...but then...

- If a crayon is a clear wax... - Mm-hmm.

And it leaves no discernible color behind,

what's the use?

It cannot be done.

Wh...why are you doing this?

Why do you need this?

It's already done.

Look at this glass of water over here.

It's defiantly clear.

Some things aren't one of the normal colors

or play by the rules of the rainbow.

Think about air or smells or...or memory.

Shouldn't they be allowed to be colors?

To color something clear is to acknowledge that

maybe things are different,

and that's just fine.

To color something clear

is to reimagine coloring as we know it.

Thanks so much for stopping by.

You've given us a lot to think about.

If we were to move forward with clear Crayola,

what would we call it?

Oh, um, call it "Fantasmas."

"Fantasmas"?

It means "ghosts."

But why plural? Why not "Fantasma"?

It's "blue," not "blues."

Oh, because I... I like it.

Right, but logically, it should be "Fantasma."

You know what? You're right.

Let's call it "Fantasma."

Singular.

No S.

- Good. - Good.

Where is my car?

Oh, there's my ride.

Hi. For Julio?

Mm-hmm. Welcome to Chester's.

Just a few things.

Close my door...gently...

delete your Uber app,

and download Chester.

It's gonna be the only app you'll want to use from now on.

Uh, what... what's the Chester app?

Oh, it's basically

the Chester alternative to Uber,

but all the proceeds go to Chester.

You could book a ride with me via the app

and have access to a community board

where users share the bathroom codes

at various Chipotle locations.

It's giving grassroots up in here, honey.

Oh, also, if you a legacy rider,

you can get picked up and dropped off,

even if I'm already with somebody.

Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm.

That TV must remain on at all times.

And it must only play "Melf."

One for you and one for me.

How do you do it?

No!

Uh...

- Uh... - Grace, be careful.

What are you?

I'm Melf from the planet Melf.

Can we keep him?

Please?

Fine.

Melf loves cookies and spaghetti!

Jeff?

I...I heard a noise downstairs.

Thought there were robbers in the house.

Turns out, it was just Melf here

having a late-night food fight all by himself.

You are helping me clean this up.

No excuses, Melf.

You know what? You go back to bed.

I'll start cleaning up.

All right. Good night.

Don't stay up too late.

We can't let it get that close again, Melf.

Melf loves cookies.

And spaghetti.

And Jeff.

Jeff really likes Melf too.

Melf does not want to be on the side.

Melf wants to be first.

When will Jeff tell Nancy about Melf?

Soon.

I love you.

Oh, Melf!

Oh!

You scared me.

What are you...

What are you, um...

Listen.

Uh...

Melf wants the house.

Girl, leave his ass.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Are you fucking kidding me?

- OK. - Get out!

Get out, Jeff!

- Hi, Dad. - Hi, sweetie.

I, uh...hi.

Hi.

- May I? - Of course.

It's just...

Thank you for, uh... for inviting...

Oh, I was just so surprised you called, Grace.

It's Toast. It's Toast now.

- Yes. - Yeah.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Your mother died and gave you her ring.

I'm joking.

Oh, my God. My little...

- Toast. - Toast is getting married.

I think you'd really like her.

Her?

Are you serious?

Sorry, I...I didn't...

Your step-Melf is gonna be so happy.

Dad...

Do you have a wedding registry?

- Anything you want, on us. - Dad...

I don't want Melf at the wedding.

Oh.

Oh, Jeff, you won't believe who I saw

down at the store today!

I...

Toast?

Hey, Jeff,

Melf left some groceries in the car.

I'll get 'em.

Wait, Dad.

Dad...

Are you hungry?

Uh, I was...

I was just, uh, leaving.

Oh, let Melf fix you a plate.

No, I...I really have to go.

Oh, how about some cookies and spaghetti?

Oh, Melf!

Julio? Julio?

There's Bibo.

Oh, my God, get out. That's your assistant?

Yeah. It's like a secretary.

Hi, Bibo.

Welcome to Chester's, Bibo.

Thank you.

I need to take tomorrow off for a teeth cleaning.

Um, but you don't have teeth.

It's on the calendar.

Oh, I believe it's in the calendar,

but you don't have teeth.

- I got a Groupon. - I know.

Look, I'm completely fine with you taking tomorrow off.

I'm completely fine with you going to the dentist.

But I just don't want you to get there

and be disappointed when there's nothing to whiten.

Gaslighter.

I want a raise.

Are there any non-Bibo-related items

in this bag?

As a matter of fact,

another one of these came in.

I detect it's urgent.

Julio, you're ignoring this again.

These letters are piling up.

These are most likely from your landlord.

What is that siren call?

Julio.

Don't go into yourself again.

Wait, do you hear that?

Do you hear that? Do you hear that?