Cougar Town

Oh, Trav's here.

I love it when he gets off work 'cause his whole body

smells like coffee.

Yeah, you know what else smells like coffee?

Your cup of coffee, which makes me think

this weird hug isn't about my smell.

Okay.

Need a stir stick? Got one.

I also have infinity!

Ah, stealing work supplies-- classic move.

Supply closet's overstocked.

- I'm just helping 'em clear space. - Mm-hmm.

And I'm saving a fortune on napkins.

Oh, no. We're out of sweetener.

My boy is resourceful!

Oh.

_

Andy?

Hello?

This is what happens when he overdoses on sad.

First, he lost Bobby, then his job.

Now maybe his wife.

You guys are amateurs. Watch out.

Song. Cute.

I've never seen him this down.

It's gotten to the point that I actually--

what's that word?

"Care"? He looks like a cross between

my childhood Saint Bernards and a Cuban eeyore.

He even bailed on teaching Stan's music class this week.

Andy teaches music?

He used to shake maracas in his stand-up act

to punctuate any joke that didn't work.

He shook them quite a lot.

Okay, look, buddy, so, you lost Bobby,

and you lost your job, okay,

but you're still the mayor of Gulfhaven.

No one can take that away.

This is Mayor Torres.

What do you mean, "Former Mayor Torres"?

I see.

Remember how I always thought you were crazy

for how you loved Travis so much,

you wanted to shrink down and live inside his blood?

I am so sorry. I totally get that now!

I'm so glad.

You know, sometimes I still sneak in Travis' room

and watch him sleep.

Travis and I live together.

I've said too much.

Can you believe my boss

almost tossed out these old aprons?

Luckily, I rescued them for us to use.

- For what? - We could swaddle little baby Bobby with them.

Okay.

Trav is so resourceful.

It's basically one step above dumpster diving.

Exactly-- a step above. That's even better.

Jules, it reminds me of... Bobby.

And you know I love me some Bobby Cobb,

but the guy who sees a half-eaten taco on the beach

and says, "Sand snack, score!"

Is not exactly the ideal financial partner

when you have a baby.

- Maybe you could say something to him. - Relax.

Travis is nothing like Bobby.

I mean, sure, he has the Cobb instincts,

but he uses them in much smarter ways.

50 broken coffee sleeves--

score.

There's no music class this week

because Stan's daddy is, um...

Well, he's going through some things,

so we don't have a music teacher.

You do now!

Who?

Oh, uh, I'm Grayson.

Um, yeah, uh, Stan's mom's best friend's husband.

His eyes are so tiny.

So, the city council just stripped you

of your mayorship out of the blue?

They said I lost public support.

How could that have happened?

You did fall asleep a lot in those town-hall meetings.

My chair was too comfortable.

And at that ribbon-cutting ceremony,

you accidentally cut that guy's finger off

with the giant scissors.

His doctor sewed it back on.

I've lost my Bobby, lost my job. Now I've lost my mayorship.

I have nothing.

There was the scandal over your leaked Dick pic.

That was a picture of me with a guy named Dick!

That headline was misleading!

- Boom. - Wow, is that a--

Everlasting Cobb-gobbler.

Bobby's fridge-raiding masterpiece.

Oh, by the way, you're out of

turkey, cheese, mustard, bread--

Basically everything that goes in a sandwich.

You're really going all in on this new resourceful,

"slightly bordering on hobo" thing.

All part of the plan. I'm trying to save for the future.

- Oh, Trav, that's great. - Well, yeah. I got a family now.

What did you think I was doing, freeloading?

You know what? I'm really impressed.

I'm going to pitch in to your savings

and help you with your future.

Mom.

Oh, my God! This is amazing!

This puts me over the top.

- The top of what? - The thing I've been saving for!

What is this?

- My future! - Huh?

Not so--

Man, it just sat in the parking lot

with a for-sale sign all month.

I'm so lucky no one grabbed it before me.

Super lucky.

You don't usually break out Big Chuck

this early in the day.

- Are you okay? - Great.

Just switching things up a little bit.

You know, it's like having breakfast for dinner.

Mmm!

Now, about this van, I mean,

it really is a super-cool idea for the future.

- I mean, it's like the perfect plan. - I haven't told you the plan.

Great, cause I do not understand it.

I think I've found an untapped market

that, if properly assessed, may be poised...

to explode.

Okay, I get it.

It's like you have a huge pile of dynamite,

and you just lit the fuse. I can see it right now--

I still haven't told you the idea.

Great, 'cause I still don't understand it.

I'm gonna show you.

And, mom, trust me, this isn't some,

like, get-rich-quick plan.

Oh, like your dad's idea for the reverse microwave,

where it makes the food cold?

Reverse microwave's a good idea

in a world where a freezer doesn't exist.

Mom...

you believe in me, right?

Of course.

You think you maybe want to put on some pants today?

Pants are for closers. I'm a bum.

What are you doing?

I always do that. It turns me on.

Ooh! Ooh!

What is it?

I was thinking about

how you lost your mayor's job.

Stupid city council impeached me.

Do you think you have any enemies

on the city council?

Well, there is that rich jerk, Roger Frank,

who hates me and wants to destroy me.

Wait, you don't think

he turned the council against me?

It did seem weird that you were impeached

just days after you were fired,

so I called your old company,

and it turns out they just signed

a new, huge client-- Dustybear Financial.

Guess who owns Dustybear Financial.

Roger Frank?!

He's behind every bad thing that's happened to me!

Well, except for Bobby leaving.

Well, it may be a coincidence,

but you know that golf club in Georgia that hired Bobby?

Guess who their wealthiest member is.

Aah!

I like what I'm seeing here.

You. You remind me of me at your age.

I'm gonna call you "the little lady-killer."

And you seem nice.

And dangerous.

Play on, playboy.

And I'm gonna call you "Prius,"

because your style is electric.

Hear you guys got a little music recital

coming up, huh?

Let's, uh, check out the playlist.

"Hot Cross Buns,"

uh, Snoozeville.

I thought you guys

were gonna drop some funky beats, you know?

Like C+C Music Factory?

Boyz II Men?

ABC? BBD?

It's the East Coast family.

Whoa.

You guys know nothing

about the greatest era in music history?

That's it. I am taking you to school.

We are at school.

Figure of speech, Prius.