* Larry was just a single dad
* Till a toxic spill in the science lab *
* Gave him super strength and X-ray eyes *
* He cooks, he cleans, and now he flies *
* Superdad
* He's a Superdad
* He's a whiz in the kitchen *
* Makes potatoes au gratin...
* While helping the government find Osama bin Laden. *
Oh, hey.
What's that?
I'm writing a theme song
for a new sitcom on Nickelodeon.
Does the show suck as much as the song?
Who the hell are you?
Oh, this is my friend, Eldridge.
He plays drums.
Okay.
That explains the bad attitude.
What, you're ragging on my name?
No, I'm ragging on your instrument.
Now, beat it. I'm busy.
(chuckles) He said "beat it."
And "instrument."
* Fighting crime, packing lunches *
* Changing diapers and throwing punches... *
Little turd was right.
This does suck.
Hey.
Jake's friend show up?
Yeah, he's here.
When's he leaving?
I said he could spend the night.
Really? Did you consider clearing it with me?
You would have said no to Jake having a friend over?
If you recall, seven years ago, I said no to having Jake over.
And yet, here he is, so what's the point in asking?
Fine.
What do we know about the little drummer boy?
Not much. Jakes says he's one of the cool kids at school.
Then, why is he hanging out with Jake?
Are you saying my son's not cool?
I'm saying your son got his tongue stuck
to the freezer last weekend.
That could have happened to anybody.
Anybody who tried to pick up an Eskimo Pie with their tongue.
His hands were full.
With a HoneyBaked Ham.
Okay, so he's not cool.
And he eats a lot of crap.
And his grades aren't the best.
And his personal hygiene is a little sketchy.
Is there a "but" coming?
But he's my son,
and I love him.
(chuckles)
What's so funny?
Mom says the same thing about you.
Really? Mom says she loves me?
* Men, men, men, men, manly men, men, men *
* Men, men, men, men, manly men, men, men * * Ooh
* Men, men, men, men, manly men * * Ooh * Ooh
* Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ohh, ooh-ooh... *
* Men, men, men, men, manly men, men, men *
* Ooh * Men, men, men, men, manly men, men, men *
* Ah. * Men. * Men.
* He's a member of the PTA
* He wears leotards, but he's not gay *
* Superdad
* He's a Supe...
(electronic drums playing)
Stupid drummers.
(playing rock power chords)
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey!
Hey.
I'm trying to work out there.
Well, what do you think we're doing in here, man?
Don't feed me straight lines, Alfalfa.
Just keep it down.
Alfalfa?
He gives everyone nicknames.
I'm Pumpkin Head.
My dad's the Sponge.
Don't even ask what he calls my grandma.
It rhymes with "bitch."
Oh, wait, it is Bitch.
Rhymes with, uh...
Ditch?
No.
Snitch?
No.
Itch? No.
Man, this is boring.
Hold on. I'll think of it.
No, I mean, what are we going to do tonight?
I don't know. What do you want to do?
I don't know.
Well, I don't know, either.
Hey.
Why don't we steal some beer from your fridge,
go down to the beach and get wasted.
Okay, but I got to warn you,
I get kind of stupid when I drink.
Don't worry. You can leave the thinking to me.
Hey, you know what?
It does rhyme with "ditch."
What does?
* Men.
BOY (over TV): Daddy, is Mr. Boots dead?
MAN: Well, Jay Bob, you did throw him out of a moving car.
That's never good for a housecat.
(audience laughing)
JAY BOB: I thought they were supposed to land on their feet.
MAN: And that's what he was trying to do
when he bounced off the FedEx truck.
But let me see what I can do.
Cover your eyes. JAY BOB: Okay.
(high-pitched whirring)
(cat meows)
JAY BOB: Mr. Boots, you're okay!
MAN: Just remember, he's only got five lives left.
(laughter)
Maybe my song doesn't suck enough.
Hey.
So, where's Jake and Eldridge?
Beats me.
Last I saw them, they were stealing beer
out of the fridge and sneaking out the back.
They stole beer?
They had to. I locked up the hard stuff.
Charlie!
Relax. How drunk can they get off a 12-pack?
(sighs)
Damn it.
This had to be Eldridge's idea.
Jake would never think of it on his own.
That's true.
Last bright idea he had
was to pick up an Eskimo Pie with his tongue.
I better go look for them.
Good idea.
Embarrass him in front of his only guy friend.
Eldridge isn't his only guy friend.
Who else does he hang out with?
And you can't count you, me, or military recruiters.
So, what, I'm supposed to do nothing?
They have to be punished.
Don't worry. The alcohol will punish them plenty.
Yeah, that's really worked for you.
Trust me, Alan: inside, I'm suffering.
Oh, the agony.
* Men.
(retching)
Beer's not so cool now, is it?
Leave me alone.
And you--
what is your mother going to say?
(retching)
For God's sake, that's wicker!
(chuckling): Hey.
How are we all doing in here?
(Jake and Eldridge retching)
You should have stopped them when you had the chance.
And miss out on this?
How's it hanging, Alfalfa?
(retching)
And you call yourself a drummer.
Keith Moon is vomiting in his grave.
* Men.
(playing romantic melody)
That's really beautiful, Charlie.
Thanks.
I wrote it before I got kicked out of Juilliard.
I got to ask:
how'd you go from writing something like that
to jingles and kid music?
Well, after I left school,
I came back to L.A. hoping to write film scores.
But I met this advertising guy
who needed a song about toothpaste.
Before I knew it, I was rhyming
"exhilaration" with "constipation."
"Open doors" with "cold sores."
And one I am particularly proud of,
"make a switch" with "feminine itch."
I hear you.
When I came out here, I was hoping to be a dancer.
(stops playing) Really?
Yeah.
Then I met pot and doughnuts.
Before I knew it, I was scrubbing toilets
and hosing teenage barf out of wicker baskets.
Rhyme that, Beethoven.
* A tisket, a tasket
* I'm barfing in a basket.
That's what pays your salary, baby.
(doorbell ringing)
All right, this is Eldridge's mom.
I'm going to give her a piece of my mind.
Oh, just let it go.
No, no. This is poor parenting on her part,
and she needs to know about it.
Hi. I'm here to pick up Eldridge.
I hope he wasn't too much trouble.
Trouble?
He was an angel. Come on in.
* Superdad.
* Men.
Thank you so much, Alan.
Well, hey, Eldridge is welcome anytime.
We single parents have to stick together.
Yeah. See you, buddy.
Yeah, bite me.
I heard that, young man.
Good for you. Get in the car.
Can I drive? Not with a suspended license, you can't.
You suck! And you're ruining my life!
Okay, bye-bye.
Yes?
What happened to giving her a piece of your mind?
Oh, come on. We both know what happened.
Right.
Piece of tail always trumps piece of mind, doesn't it?
What do you want from me?
She's a beautiful woman.
She's been through a tough divorce.
She raising a teenage son by herself.
Last thing she needs
is me dumping more problems in her lap.
So, what are your plans for her lap?
I don't know. I... I might call her.
We'll see.
You're unbelievable.
Your son finally gets a friend,
and you're going to try to nail his mother?
All right, okay, first of all,
with a classy woman like Lyndsey, there's no nailing.
There's, uh... there's dating and bonding
and-and getting to know one another.
And then, you know, eventually consummating the relationship
with mutual respect and caring.
Oh, grow up.
This is a hot divorced mom from the Valley.
You're going to need three penises
and a set of jumper cables just to get her attention.
Oh, you're disgusting.
Hey, I'm not the one trying
to bang the drummer's mom slowly.
Don't you judge me.
Why not?
You've slept with one of Jake's teachers,
his den mother, his karate instructor,
his ballet teacher, and his aunt.
Great. So five wrongs make a right.
What?
If I jump off a bridge and land on top of some broad Jake knows,
that makes it okay for you to do it, too?
What?
I think I've made my point.
What?
* Men.
I'm never gonna drink again.
Quitter.
Charlie?
Oh, right.
Atta boy.
Here's your wastebasket.
I rinsed it out,
but there are still some tiny chunks in the weave.
Maybe you could use your dad's Waterpik.
Give the kid a break, Berta.
He's hung over.
Oh, the poor dear.
Next time, tell your friends to puke out the window.
Want to know a surefire hangover cure?
Never stop drinking.
Charlie?
Let me finish.
Or never start in the first place.
See how I turned that around?
Bring it home, Dr. Cosby.
All right, for starters,
you and Eldridge stole beer that did not belong to you.
That is not how I raised you.
Now to the issue of underage drinking.
Not only is it against the law, alcohol destroys brain cells.
Alan, Alan,
you gotta tailor the pitch to the audience.
What do you mean?
Forget brain cells.
Jake, listen to me. This is very important.
Alcohol can make it tough to get a boner.
You're kidding.
I can't tell you how many times I've said,
"This has never happened before."
Huh.
Where are you going?
To check out your theory.
Remember: he's your son, and you love him.
* Up, up, and away in my...
Dr. Alan Harper. May I help you?...
Oh, oh, hi, Lyndsey.
No, no, you're not interrupting.
Just doin' some stomach crunches.
Hang on.
And... a thousand.
So what's up?
Uh, tonight?
Sure, sure, I'd love to.
Yeah, yeah, I know that place.
8:00? Perfect.
See you then.
(chuckles) How about that?
She called me. Wants to have drinks.
Nice. What are you gonna tell Jake?
Who?
I mean, what do you mean?
I mean, are you gonna tell him
you're hookin' up with his buddy's mom?
Okay, first of all, nobody said anything about hooking up.
It's just drinks.
And-and second of all, Jake went out and had drinks last night
and didn't tell me.
Man, that's the most lame-ass rationalization
for questionable behavior I've ever heard from you.
Yeah, so?
Kudos.
Hey, Uncle Charlie? You were wrong.
* Men.
It is so nice to get out of the house
and spend time with another grownup.
I know.
It's hard to be a single parent.
Thankless, really.
Oh, tell me about it.
Dealing with the ex.
Setting boundaries.
The loneliness.
The frustration.
It's all worth it though.
Oh, yeah.
My son is the greatest gift of my life.
Mine, too.
I can't imagine loving anything more than I love Jake.
To our children.
Our children.
(gasping) Tell me I'm a good mom!
Oh, you're a good mom!
I'm a dirty mom!
Oh, you're so dirty!
(toilet flushes)
Uh, whoopsie!
Automatic flusher.
(gasping): Do, do that again!
Okay.
(toilet flushes)
Not the toilet!
Sorry! Sorry!
* Men.
(plays short arpeggio)
Hey!
Hey-hey-hey-hey- hey-hey!
Aren't you grounded?
Um, I think that's just when my dad's here.
Get in the house...
all of you.
I thought you were cool.
No, you didn't.
How old are you?
Sixteen.
What about you? Same.
That's what I thought.
We were just goin' down to the beach.
Nobody asked you.
I want you to listen to this
and tell me if it makes you wanna watch the TV show.
(plays rollicking melody)
* Larry was just a single dad
* Till a toxic spill in the science lab *
* Gave him super strength and X-ray eyes *
* He cooks, he cleans, and now he flies *
* Superdad!
* He's a super-bad, fightin' mad *
* College grad, wearin' plaid Superdad! *
(plays glissando flourish)
BOTH: Oh, my God, that's great!
Absolutely fantastic. Yeah, I would so watch that.
You wrote that?
You think?
BOTH: Yeah, definitely. Yeah.
Oh, yeah, really makes you wanna see the show.
Thanks. Thank you.
All right, well, I guess you guys all wanna get going.
Yeah. Yeah, let's go. Yeah.
Psst, Jake.
Yeah?
If you've got a choice, take the tall one.
Why?
Trust me.
It's my superpower.
Thanks.
(plays chord)
Super uncle!
* Men.
(audience cheering over TV)
I'm back.
Oh, good. I was starting to worry.
How'd it go with Jake?
Hardly knew he was here.
Can you keep a secret?
The real question is "Can I remember a secret?"
You were right.
That's no secret.
I-I mean about Lyndsey.
Who's Lyndsey?
Eldridge's mom.
Who's Eldridge?
Jake's friend.
The drummer?
Anyway, we did wind up having sex.
You and me?
You really need to get into a program.
It's not funny anymore.
Humor is very subjective.
Come on. Be serious.
I'm just telling you about Lyndsey
because I may need you to cover for me with Jake.
Don't worry. I got your back.
Thanks, Charlie.
Good night.
Is he gone?
Who?
Dad.
Oh. Yeah.
Thanks.
Don't worry. I got your back.
Good night.
What just happened?