Written by Mitchell Hurwitz and Chuck Tatham.
Narrator: So here’s what happened at the end.
Steve Holt: Hey! Stop fighting! Stop!
Michael: They’re right, okay? This is insane. We’re just “Boyfighting” again.
G.O.B.: And for what? A Hefty bag full of pesos.
Michael: You’ve been taking pesos?
G.O.B.: Well, dad said I should.
Michael: Dad’s involved with this?
G.O.B.: Well, he chose the location. And the strippers. And the sign. Every part of it, really.
Michael: Wait a minute, don’t you see what’s happening here? Dad’s clearly going ahead with the Colombian deal and he’s just laundering it through your banana shack. He pitted us against each other so I’d be too busy to notice.
Michael: Let’s get J. Walter Weatherman.
Narrator: Michael and G.O.B. had decided to teach their father a lesson.
Michael: So, we need the number of the one-armed man.
Buster: I’m not giving you that. You want to use his disability to scare someone. That’s everything I’m against.
Buster: Read the button, Mister!
Michael: (Slowly.) “The only scary thing about a one-arm man trying to scare someone is the fact...”
Buster: “...that he feels that his one arm is good for nothing but trying to scare somebody.”
Michael: It’s upside down.
Buster: Well, let’s see you try to put a button on with this.
G.O.B.: (Screams.)
Buster: Stop screaming. It’s not scary!
Michael: I’m going to get the number myself, okay? Because we’re not going to go through our lives being controlled by this guy.
Narrator: This continued for a while, and later Michael and G.O.B. went to put their plan in action.
Michael: Well, I gave the Colombians back their money and I told them you had no right to make the deal. Have to warn you, though, they didn’t sound too happy about it.
G.O.B.: Let’s just hope they don’t try to get even by trying to “cirsumventing” the law.
George, Sr.: What is that supposed to mean?
G.O.B.: Kidnap... or... Michael said...
George, Sr.: What, are you kidding? I have an ankle monitor. I can’t even go into the hallway without the cops coming up.
Michael: Stop it. So, clearly you know what you’re doing. There’s an off chance they might just want to take you, leave the ankle. But... anyhow. (To G.O.B.) Stall him.
Narrator: And Michael went to solicit help for the lesson.
Eblin: Rolando was in The Groundlings.
Rolando: Just classes. Is it going to be unscripted like Curb?
Narrator: George Sr., meanwhile, had grown suspicious of his sons.
George, Sr.: What was that with Michael just now?
G.O.B.: He wants to teach you a lesson.
