Written by Jim Vallely and Mitchell Hurwitz.
Narrator: Meanwhile, Michael and Buster had retrieved Buster’s hook and were staking out the situation.
Michael: I don’t know. I don’t see her.
Buster: The gypsies. They’ve changed into gypsies.
Michael: No, le-let’s try to top that.
Narrator: They never did, and later, “Operation Hot Mother” was underway. Buster was waiting for Michael’s cue to unplug the lights, but that’s when Buster caught his hook on a sandbag.
Buster: (Whining.)
Announcer at Dance: And now, from the land of gypsies, Lucille Bluth and her orphaned grandson.
Michael: What the hell’s going on, Buster? Cut the lights!
Lucille: Buster?
Buster: Grab him. Take the gypsy boy!
Michael: Come on, I’m taking you out of here. Let’s go.
George Michael: But they haven’t served dinner yet.
Michael: George Michael.
Lucille: You’re not taking him.
Michael: No.
Boy Sailor: Take me with you!
Michael: Hey, what are you doing? I can’t.
Boy Sailor: Take me with you!
Michael: Get off of me. Buster, let’s get out of here.
Buster: I-I’m stuck. Go. Take the boy. Go!
Announcer at Dance: All right, Motherboys, our, uh, curtain seems to be stuck. We’re going to do some freestyle waltzing while we get it fixed. Boys’ choice.
Lucille: George Michael, you’re choosing me.
Michael: No, Mom. You had no right to bring him to this freak show. He was supposed to be visiting Buster.
Lucille: No, you were supposed to be visiting Buster, but you made your son do it because you didn’t want to.
George Michael: You were supposed to do it?
Buster: Y-You didn’t want to?
Michael: No, Buster, I... I didn’t know how to, uh, treat you, all right? I thought that you would be a little different, but you’re not. I was wrong, okay? I’m sorry, you know? You... you’re as good a brother as you ever were.
Buster: (Groaning.)
Michael: Okay?
Buster: Thank you.
Michael: All right?
Buster: Yes. I am no different. I am the same old Motherboy, but George Michael still has a chance. Take him.
Michael: Thanks. Let’s go.
Buster: Boys’ choice? That is, if you’re not embarrassed to take my... hook.
Lucille: Of course not. I’m Peter Pan, and you’re Captain Hook. We’ll pretend it’s a costume. Let’s dance.
Narrator: And that night, Michael, his brother, and his son arrived at the Promise Land.
Michael: Night.
George Michael: I appreciate you taking me here to see Anne.
Michael: Oh, a promise is a promise. And I’m glad the three of us were able to spend this time together.
George Michael: Yeah. Oh, yeah, oh, yeah.
Buster: And I finally feel good about myself.
