Isn't this fun?

It's even better than a hotel.

We've got sleeping bags and some free floor French fries.

Free floor ketchup.

That's blood.

And what if I told you there's also a man looking

at us through the window.

Even better.

Oh, my god.

It's Mr. Fischoeder.

Hi, Mr. Fischoeder.

Hi, Bob.

Uh, if you're here for the rent,

we don't have the checkbook down here.

We also don't have the actual money in the bank.

Bob, It's OK.

I was not here for that.

I was just on my way to a brothel, brothalyzer showcase.

They're showing off this new thing to test

how much broth you've drunk.

Well, that's--

And anyway, and I saw you here in your pajamas.

And I thought, well, what the hell is that?

Well, we lost an egg upstairs.

Lost an egg upstairs.

Is that an expression that blue collar people use, or--

No, we hid the Easter eggs.

And we can't find one of them.

And it really smells up there.

Oh, dear.

Well, I hope we don't have to burn the whole building

down because of the smell.

[gasps]

Well, that doesn't really happen.

Oh, yes, it does, Bob.

Once certain smells set into a place,

you simply can't get them out.

Maybe a hamster gets lost, or grandma

dies on a hot day in August with a plate of potato

salad on her lap, say.

And-- and rotten eggs, well, they're the worst.

Landlords call them fire starters.

I'll try to remember to give you a heads up before my friend

Arson Daly stops by.

Uh, we-- we're going to find the egg.

Yeah, we're going to find.

It's just hidden really well because I hid it.

I-- I probably hid it.

- No. - I did.

No, me.

So one of you hid it, but neither of you

knows where it is?

We had some schnapps.

Quite a bit.

Oh, why didn't you say so?

I lost the year 1996 to schnapps.

I still don't know what the Macarena is.

But d-d-don't tell me.

I'll figure it out.

We have to find that egg.