Written by Brad Copeland.
George Michael: Okay.
Michael: Maybe somebody in the church will know something.
Narrator: In fact, George Sr. was in the church...
Narrator: ...where he was mourned by his longtime assistant and accomplice to his escape, Kitty, as only a few days earlier, he’d been declared dead.
Mexican Man #2: Ay!
Narrator: But before Michael could go in...
Michael: Wait a minute. I know you. G.O.B.’s friend!
Ice: Not friend; bounty hunter.
Michael: Gene? There’s no way you’re that good.
Ice: Name’s Ice. G.O.B. hired me to stop you from fleeing the country.
Michael: Come... What? You’re kidding me? I’m not fleeing the country. I’m here looking for my father. But you’re obviously better at this kind of thing, so I’ll tell you what. I’m going to continue paying you to find my father. You can also collect a real bounty on his head.
Ice: Nice deck. Is this where you saw him last?
Michael: No, this-that’s actually him. He’s much smaller in real life.
Ice: I could see that’s a man. I’ll find him.
Lindsay: What did he say? Did he ask about me? I can’t believe he followed us all the way to Mexico.
Michael: Uh, that’s a bounty hunter, and he’s on the case, so we can all head home.
Lindsay: So... he’s not interested in me?
Michael: Not unless you know where Dad is. George Michael.
Lindsay: Oh, hi, Dad. Yeah, they think you’re in Mexico. I’ll see you when I get home. Oh, yes, thank you, no. I found my birth control pills. Thanks for asking, Dad. (Giggles.)
Narrator: Maeby had had enough of her mother and decided to go back with Michael.
Maeby: I’m so sick of her. The lame flirting...
Narrator: Michael, of course, thought Maeby was referring to Ann.
Michael: You know, I think he’s going to get sick of her before it goes too far.
Maeby: Of course, he will. She’s a child.
Michael: Well, that part’s not really her fault. I-I just hate to see him wasting his time, you know?
Maeby: Let’s just go. I’ll be in your car.
Michael: Well, is George Michael okay with that?
Maeby: It’s fine. Just drive.
Narrator: At no point were Michael and Maeby talking about the same person, and there were only four people in their group.
Maeby: And it’s not a race thing.
Michael: Yeah, whoever gets there first.
Narrator: And so, Michael left with his niece... followed by his sister and his son... followed by the bounty hunter. Unfortunately, this left the girl Michael was determined to get to know alone in Mexico. Meanwhile, Buster was adapting to life in what he thought was Mexico but was, in fact, a town so close to home that they shared a paper boy.
Buster: Oh, I love this way of life. This is where I belong. I love being Mexican.
Lupe's Brother: We must work now, amigo, adios.
Buster: Oh, no, no, no, I’m going with you. (Mexican accent.) I am one of you now. Sí?
Lupe's Brother: (Laughing.) Love it! Love it!