mr. pewterschmidt, the gentlemen from zurich are here for your 10:00. will you need anything else? mr. p pretending that nothing's changed. i mean, we almost injured our grandchild today. besides, you're always complaining that you don't have enough time to play polo or sit in a chair and moisten your mouth. that is true. it does sometimes take me a while to moisten my mouth. there we go, all moist. you see, dear? and that's only the beginning. retirement will be a wonderful adventure, and we'll do it together. you're gonna retire? from what? there, isn't it fun already? (sighs) okay. i'll retire. oh, daddy, i think that's for the best. i need a doctor! is there a doctor?! announcer: we now return to the superfriends' accountant. look, you guys are hemorrhaging money. this hall of justice is sitting on five acres of commercial real estate. how do you afford this? we're the superfriends. yeah, but you guys have no income. you owe four million dollars in back property taxes. we fight evil wherever we find it. well, that's not gonna be enough. look, you may need to reach out to some wealth

mr. pewterschmidt, we pumped your daughter's stomach and we found vodka, rohypnol, a fair amount of dna that is not her own and a class ring. harvard? i think it was suny something. oh, i don't want to hear any more! so how're your studies going? they're going pretty good. school's good. what's your favorite class? what was your favorite class? okay, let's say it at the same time and see if they're the same. okay, one, two, three. hist... math! math! oh, my god, we have so much in common! do you have any brothers or sisters? yeah, i have two brothers. aw, they sound terrific. hey, you want to blow this joint? sure. oh, wow, really?! all right, go for it! come on. let's go. oh, oh, you, you mean leave. no, yeah, sure. no, let's go. gosh, meg, i sure had a swell time with you. me, too, glenn. god, it's so amazing that you've been my dad's friend for, like, years, and now we have this connection. hey, do you want to come in for some crystal light or something? well, i do believe in me, but it's getting kind of late.

mr. pewterschmidt, it's me, peter. you remember how you said i'd never amount to nothing?hang up the phone. (doorbell rings) my god, who could be at the door at this hour? i don't know, but this late, it's got to be bad news. everyone knows you always get bad news in the middle of the night. wake up, wake up, wake up! huh? what? you have cancer! what?! yeah. i thought you should know. okay, go back to sleep. wait, i have questions. (sighs) it's very late. oh, hello. this is the right house. (chuckles) that's good, then. what the hell? it's me, billy. billy finn. just wanted to take you up on your nice offer from earlier. what... i-i don't... what offer? (snickers) you know, the bit about "if there's ever anything i can do," so, yeah... oh. yeah, thought i might make a go of it on land. so, "anything you can ever do." here i am. thank you. squid pro quo. (chuckles) thank you for not being "shellfish." (giggles) i just said that for the "halibut." (laughs) fish puns. ah. oh, cod. (laughing) oh, god, come on. (grunts) let me in. peter, who is it? is meg dead? it's that dolphi