Written by Brad Copeland.
Lucille: So, I got a call today from Gene Parmesan, our private eye. He said he found something big.
Michael: We have a private eye, huh?
Lucille: Oh, I hired him a hundred years ago to find out if your father was cheating on me. He never did find anything.
Michael: Well, he can’t be very good then.
Michael: What did he find?
Lucille: He said he wanted to tell us in person.
Gene Parmesan: (Italian accent.) Don’t get up. Oh, I just-a find-a the supplies because I’m-a... Private Detective, Gene Parmesan. How are you doing?
Lucille: Oh, Gene! Oh, Gene! Isn’t he the best?!
Narrator: Gene was far from the best.
Michael: Very impressive.
Gene Parmesan: Thank you.
Michael: What did you find?
Gene Parmesan: Oh, nothing. Just your father’s getaway car.
Michael: You’re kidding.
Narrator: Michael’s father had used the family’s stairway vehicle to escape from prison.
Michael: If I could find Dad, I’d be off the hook. I could be president again. Where is it?
Gene Parmesan: Mexico. You get the country for free. The city, that’s going to cost you.
Fireman #2: That’s a $200 fine.
Gene Parmesan: I’m sorry, I feel like such an bleep. The car’s in a town called Encanta. If you think that’s worth more than $200, I’d really appreciate it. I’m not even going to count it.
Lucille: You can leave tomorrow after my going away party for Buster. I still can’t believe he’s going into the Army. You know he’s doing it just to spite me.
Michael: Then why are you throwing him a party?
Lucille: Just to spite him.
Michael: You guys have such a healthy thing going.
Michael: Okay, I’ll go to your party and then I’ll go to Mexico. I guess that’ll be my quality time with my son.
Michael: Yeah. Mom’s P.I. found the staircar down there.
G.O.B.: Gene Parmesan?
Gene Parmesan: Right here.
Gene Parmesan: I counted. Come on!
Narrator: And that’s when G.O.B. became suspicious that Michael had only made him President to stick him with a failing business while Michael himself escaped to Mexico to be with his Father. And so, inspired by his mother’s private detective...
Narrator: ...he decided to hire someone to keep an eye on his brother.
G.O.B.: I think I might have someone who’s going to cirsumvrent the law.
Narrator: And Michael returned home, eager to tell his son of their trip.
Michael: George Michael, what do you say you and I take a little road trip down to Mexico tomorrow, right after Buster’s party?
George Michael: Oh, I can’t; I’m meeting Ann.
George Michael: Ann. You took this picture of us in front of that bagel place before it was burned down.
Michael: I guess I thought she was with another family.
George Michael: She’s kind of my girlfriend.