Written by Jim Vallely and Mitchell Hurwitz.
Michael: Definitely! We are going camping. It’s finally happening.
George Michael: It’s never happening.
Narrator: Michael had just surprised his sleeping son by taking him camping.
Michael: I put this off too long, and it’s too important. Your Uncle Oscar can stay in prison one more day, right?
Narrator: Not according to that day’s blog on Imoscar.com.
Michael: This here is way more important than me trying to find my father. Although, I was very close.
Michael: I almost had Pop-Pop in Reno.
George Michael: Me, too.
Narrator: As Michael was forcibly taking his son out to the cabin, Lucille was ready to forcibly throw hers out.
Lucille: (Hits bed with tripod.)
Lucille: Well, that was a freebie.
Narrator: Lucille didn’t trust herself to be in the house when Buster returned, so she headed off to the cabin Michael said would be unoccupied. Tobias, meanwhile, was looking for a way to make his wife jealous by convincing her that he was not only a Blue Man, but still with Kitty, when he came across a makeup woman, who, coincidentally, looked a great deal like Kitty.
Narrator: And Michael and his son arrived at the cabin in the woods.
Michael: Looks like they have trucked off the bedrooms. Maybe we’ll just set up some sleeping bags right here in the living room, huh?
Narrator: Lucille, meanwhile, heard a familiar sound.
Lucille: Oh, come on!
Buster: Mother?
Lucille: What the hell are you doing back there?
Buster: I decided to sleep in the car, so my snoring wouldn’t bother you, and I left that recording of my snoring so you wouldn’t know I’m gone.
Lucille: We’re halfway to the cabin. I’m going to drop you by this light.
Buster: Or I could come with you. That might be the exact shot in the arm our relationship needs.
Lucille: Well, at least I’ll have someone to talk to on the way up.
Michael: This is fun, isn’t it? This is just like when we used to live up in the attic.
George Michael: Yeah. Or, or we could go back to Reno.
Michael: Go back to Reno? You don’t want to be here? I mean, you’ve been sleeping in the stair car just so we could spend time together.
George Michael: That’s not totally true, though. I’m just in the middle of a problem right now.
Michael: Oh, yeah? Well, let’s... let’s talk about it.
George Michael: I can’t talk about it with you.
Michael: Why not?
George Michael: It’s just, it’s about a girl, and you’re not gonna like this.
Michael: Is it about Ann?
George Michael: No.
Michael: Oh. Then of course I’m going to like it. I, I, I like Ann.
