Written by Abraham Higginbotham and Chuck Martin.
Michael: No, we just had a party.
G.O.B.: Yeah, but I didn’t get to have any fun.
Narrator: And so, Michael went to work on another Christmas party, this time with the help of his niece.
Michael: I really appreciate you doing this. I didn’t want to ask George Michael. Did you see that he showed up at the party for five minutes last night and left without even saying good-bye.
Maeby: Hey, my mom doesn’t even want to be in the same room with me.
Lucille: Michael. I was almost attacked last night, in my own home. I walk in and there’s a colored man in my kitchen.
Michael: “Colored”? What color was he exactly?
Lucille: Blue.
Tobias: Hello, Lucille. (Grunts.)
Michael: Mom, you just need to calm down a little bit. You’re so tense.
Lucille: How am I supposed to calm down?
George, Sr.: She sounds tense. That means she’s not getting any from my brother, Oscar.
Lucille: I mean, maybe I should move in with you.
Narrator: And Michael realized he needed to retrieve his Uncle Oscar.
Narrator: And so the two of them prepared to drive up the coast.
Michael: Okay, you’re in charge of the radio, and we’re not stopping until we find Uncle Oscar.
Maeby: There he is.
Michael: My mom is very stressed out, and, uh, she needs something that I can’t give her. Um... maybe a little “Afternoon Delight”?
Narrator: Oscar thought that Michael was referring to a particular brand of cannabis named “Afternoon Deelite,” a strain famous for slowing behavior.
Oscar: Well, sure. The question is, which way do I try to get it in her?
Michael: I don’t need any details.
Oscar: Maybe I’ll put it in her brownie.
Michael: Hey!
Lindsay: What happened to you?
Tobias: What? Oh, oh, my ears. The doctor said I can’t go to sleep for five hours, or I might die, or something.
Tobias: (Shouts.) Oh, I got blown! So I can’t sleep!
Lindsay: Hey, have you seen Maeby?
George Michael: You’re not going to believe this. Apparently, my dad and Maeby took a drive up the coast.
Lindsay: You’re kidding me.
Tobias: Uh-oh. I should not have picked at that. That’s blood.
Lindsay: This is ridiculous. So she’s got a new parent.
George Michael: Yeah, now my dad’s got a new kid.
Tobias: I’m going to lie down for a little bit. But just, I-I... it’s... I can’t fall...
Lindsay: (Whispers.) Hey, how would you like to come to the party with me today?
Narrator: And Oscar was giving Lucille a little “Afternoon Deelite.”
Lucille: Mmm, these are really delicious.
Oscar: I’ll get some more.
Oscar: Where did she go?
