Written by Karey Dornetto.
Tobias: Honey, the car is here.
Lindsay: Hey. Do you need a ride? You’ll have to lie down.
Michael: You’re going, too, huh?
George Michael: Yeah, I thought I would, um, just go with Maeby and support her through this whole Graft versus Host thing.
Narrator: And Michael himself was feeling a little like the host that the grafting family was rejecting.
Michael: Great. Go. It’s a very important cause. I’ll just stay here and read.
Narrator: But this, too, would prove challenging, as the family had no books. Other than those. And that’s when Michael got a glimpse into the warden’s true intentions with his mother.
Girl Lucille: You were just using me to get even with the man who broke out of your prison?
Boy Gentiles: That escape cost me my promotion. And you’ll pay for the loss of $2,300 a year.
Girl Lucille: But you gave me presents. We made love.
Boy Gentiles: I’ve given you one last present. Enjoy the chlamydia, Lucille. (Laughs.) Take this newly-diseased woman to the hole. (Laughs.)
Michael: I wish I’d read The Man Inside Me.
Narrator: George, Sr. needed to escape. But his handmade replica would never fool the cameras. So he searched through G.O.B.’s magic stuff to find something that might.
George, Sr.: Well, that was a freebie.
Michael: Hey, G.O.B., glad you’re here. I thought you’d be at the gala.
G.O.B.: Yeah, Dad made me move my stuff out of Buster’s room.
Narrator: But only after hiding himself in the cage to get past the co at the door.
George, Sr.: Go.
Narrator: And Buster returned, only to find no evidence of his Uncle/Father.
Buster: I was just bringing some juice for my pet. Wait a minute. You’re not really smiling.
Oscar: I’m Oscar. He did it again. I told you he would. I can’t go through this again. I can’t be caged.
Narrator: And Buster realized he needed to give his true father his freedom. But it was a freedom at didn’t last long. And as the prison gala was underway, the guys arrived for their break-in with the help of one of George, Sr.’s instruments of escape.
Michael: You think this is gonna work?
G.O.B.: It’s a jet pack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong?
Michael: Now just make sure you tell me before you hit any buttons.
G.O.B.: Good. Now we know what the strap was for.
Michael: Okay.
G.O.B.: Under the crotch.
Michael: Need a new plan.
G.O.B.: Yeah.
Michael: Wish I knew the layout of this place.
G.O.B.: Way ahead of you, Michael. Drew a map of it on my stomach. It’s upside down, so it might be a little awkward.
Narrator: It was awkward.
G.O.B.: I drew us. I think we’re, like, right there.