Weird Science s02e06 Episode Script
Nightmare on Chett St.
Excuse me.
How could Miss Graham call that a quiz? It took the whole period.
She called it a quest-- A combination quiz and test.
So if Miss Graham is a combination teacher and wanker does that make her a tanker or a weacher? I can't believe I blanked on number three.
Shh! Shh! Shh! - Which Gary.
- What? I heard my name.
She said, "Gary".
Paula Sparks? I guarantee she wasn't talking about you.
Which Gary? The geeky blond guy with the B.
O.
? No way.
Yeah.
He's in this dream I keep having.
She had a dream about me? A beautiful babe had a dream about me? It's always the same.
We studying in Ms.
Bouvier's french class but no one else in there and it starts to get warm.
So I take off my sweater.
Oh, my God.
Yes, yes, yes.
- Then he goes to kiss me - Yes, yes, yes.
- and it's, like, so amazing.
- The Monroe Doctrine! Idiot! I could have gotten a hundred.
- Shh.
I can't hear.
- Wow! That last part is so hot.
I can't believe you dreamt that about Gary.
Wallace.
- Is that shirt a J.
Crew? - No! I score with Paula Sparks.
And I don't even know what I did.
- It was just her dream, Gary.
- But I was in that dream doing things, unspeakable things-- Things I could be replaying over and over in my mind.
What are Dad and Chett doing here? LISA: Maybe they came by to share a mocha-chino.
Dad and Chett? Yeah, right.
I wish I could hear what they were saying.
- I'll turn it up.
- There's no way I'm working here-- Toasting low-fat muffins for a bunch of frasier taping cold heads? I pulled a lot of strings to get you this job - so you're taking it.
- You had to pull springs to get me a four-dollars-an-hour job? You've had six months to do better.
That's plenty of time to get your life on track.
- I've been fine-tuning my resume.
- Look, Chett perhaps it's time we set some limits for your own good.
- Define "limits.
" - Okay.
If you fail to keep this job I'm afraid we're going to have to reassess your living situations.
Meaning if I get fired you're going to kick me out of the house? - That's one way to look at it, yes.
- Harsh.
Well, let's go talk to Mr.
Brinkman, shall we? - Hey! Do you mind? - So Chett has to get a job.
Big deal.
- How about two out of three.
- Sure.
This is unbearable.
I need to know how Paula's dream ended.
Is there any way you can help me? I've got it.
I'll give you a machine that will let you go inside her dreams.
- You could do that? - I could go inside her dream? Sure.
Paula's bound to dream about you again tonight and when she does, you will be there in person.
Can I come along? You want to watch Paula's sexy dream about me? - What else am I going to do? - Melrose place is a rerun.
The dream chair hold two.
Sweet! Let's do it.
Cozy.
A little frankensteinish, but if it does the job - What do these buttons do? - The top one sends you through the dimensional wall and into the dreams of whoever you program the chair for.
The other's for lower-back massage.
- Ah.
- Ah.
There's one rule about dream space.
You have to get back through the dream door before the person wakes up, or else.
- Or else what? - Your astral self will be forced out of the dreamscape and deposited in the conious mind.
- Is that bad? - Just get out in time, okay? Gary? - Did you hear what I just said? - Yeah.
Something about leaving a deposit.
Let's blow.
I don't want to miss any good parts.
Did you bring the camera? - Ready? - Punch it.
[ Both Yelling .]
Are we in? Is this Paula Spark's dream? It's got to be.
This is Ms.
Bouvier's classroom.
Get pictures.
- My camera just turned into a cove.
- The fun's just beginning.
I had my birthday party pictures in there.
Ooh, ooh, ooh.
There's Paula and me.
Just like she said.
[ Seductive Jazz Fusion Music .]
Now she's going to take off her sweater and now I kiss her.
[ Gasps .]
- Ms.
Bouvier! - Gary, what is going in here? - You said you loved me.
- Oh, baby.
He did? He said he loved me.
In France, when two women love the same man there is only one course action which is truly satisfying.
- Tongue bath! - Death by fire.
- Burn him.
- ALL: Burn him! Burn him! - No! - Burn him! Burn him! - No! - Burn him! Burn him! - I guess this is the part is missed.
- This bites.
Let's get out of here.
Unless you'd rather watch me fry.
Um - So, how was Paula's dream? - It sucked, thank you so much.
I'm starving.
How long we been gone? - Five hours.
It's 4:00 a.
m.
- What? - It only felt like a few minutes.
- That's dream time.
Well, now it's snack time.
You up for a fridge raid? Hey, what's he doing up? He must be stressed about starting work tomorrow.
- He probably feels nervous.
- And vulnerable.
Hey, let's go rub it on.
Hiya, big brother.
Well, if it isn't Captain Colon and his sidekick butt boy.
You girls run out of slumber party games? You're very clever with words, Chett.
I bet that'll help you tomorrow at your new job.
You really think I'm worried about some stupid, little job? You're talking to a man who can field-strip an m-16 wearing a blindfold and handcuffs.
Question is, can you do it wearing a hairnet and a name tag? - You're dead! - [ Both Yelling .]
Hey, hey, hey! The Truck City Triplets.
[ To "The Lone Ranger" .]
: # Get a truck, get a truck, get a truck, truck, truck # # Get a truck, get a truck, get a truck, truck, truck # # Get a truck, get a truck, get a truck, truck, truck # - # Low down-payment terms.
# - They make me happy.
I'm not wasting any more time on you skid marks.
I'm going to go get some shut-eye.
You know, the fun doesn't have to stop.
Have fun in Chett's head.
We'll bring you some - What's that? - Your camcorder.
Sorry.
Why are we in Java Man? Chett must be dreaming about work.
[ Shattering .]
[ Echoing .]
: Drop another cup you lose your job.
You lose your job, you're out of the house.
Yes, sir.
Trying my best, sir.
Sorry, sir.
[ Echoing .]
: Waiter, if you can't make me a decent cafe au lait you're out of the house.
Coming right up, sir.
[ Echoing .]
: If you can't make these dishes shine you're out of the house! # Do the job, do the job # # Do the job, do the job # # Do the job, do the job, do the job, do the job # # Do the job, do the job, do the job, do the job # # Or you're out of the house.
# So, what do you think's bugging Chett? I can't work any faster.
I was trained to serve my country, not cappuccinos.
[ Echoing .]
: You were born to serve cappuccino.
[ Alarm Blaring .]
Gary, something's wrong.
We'd better get out of here.
- Gary? - I'll be with you in a sec, Wy.
Cream or sugar, ladies? Gary, it's closing.
Come on! Uh-oh.
I don't even drink coffee.
- Where's Gary? - The dream door closed.
- He didn't get out in time.
- Chett woke up? So, what's that mean? Oh, no.
[ Army Cadence: .]
# I don't know but I've been told # # This loaf of bread seems mighty old.
# - Occupado, Mr.
Roboto.
- Right.
I just wanted to say good luck on the new job.
You feeling okay? You know, I'm getting a little sick and tired of everybody thinking I can't handle the job.
I've handled worse than this stupid little tea party.
[ Chuckling .]
- Any sign of Gary? - Kind of.
Poor Chett.
Gary's trapped inside his head - and he doesn't even have a clue.
- Poor Chett? Poor Gary.
How'd this happen? Gary was in Chett's dream but when Chett woke up, no more dream so Gary got dumped into Chett's conscious mind.
So what do we do? Our only shot is to modify the dream chair.
Then we'll rescue Gary.
I'll start on the chair.
See if you can make contact with Gary.
Tell him to hang tight.
I'll have him out soon.
Hey, Chett, ready for the big day? [ Belching .]
Good one.
Caught me with my mouth open.
- Have you seen Gary.
- No I haven't but I have seen the future and you're in for some pain.
Ah! Oh! Hey.
What the? - Never mind.
- Gary? Is that you? Are you in there? Don't worry.
Lisa has a plan.
We'll have you out soon.
If you understand, give me a sign.
What are you looking at? May I clear your soiled cups and plates? That's right.
Don't make eye contact with me.
I'm just the dirty little busboy doing his dirty little job.
- Donnelly, table seven needs water.
- Right, Mr.
Brinkman.
Table seven.
- Uh, what's the joke, Chett? - No joke.
Just equalizing the pressure in my sinuses.
- And my ears.
- You making fun of me? No, sir.
Absolutely not, sir.
Excuse me, sir.
Oh! What the devil's happening to me? It's just a job.
Don't let it stress you out.
You're strong enough, you're tough enough GARY: and doggone it, people like you.
Huh? Huh?! - Hiya, Chett.
- [ Gasps .]
Yeah.
How do you think I feel? This is no way.
You got to be kidding me.
- You're not real.
- Relax.
I'll be gone soon but first, since I'm stuck here we're going to have a little fun.
- It's payback time, Chett.
- Payback? Remember when you dunked me in paint? It was a joke! Who could forget all those pink bellies? [ Yelling .]
And your favorite Wyatt torture-- The nipple twister.
[ Yelling .]
You're the devil, aren't you? The devil in the form of Gary Wallace! - Nope.
Just Gary Wallace.
- [ Yelling .]
[ Loud Hissing .]
Lisa, what's taking so long? She's not ready.
I need more time.
Or what? The dilithium crystals are going to blow? Hand me the triangulating bore probe.
- Huh? - The red thing.
And don't drop it or you'll trigger an ice age.
Donnelly, where have you been? I need you out there bussing tables.
I'm on it.
- Get going.
- I'm trying.
I can't seem to move my feet.
I need to move my feet.
Make it stop! Chett.
Chett.
- Chett, are you on medication? - Nope.
Just keeping the customers happy.
I swear, as soon as I finish my dance I'm bussing tables.
Oh.
Whoa-oh! Mr.
Brinkman, please don't fire me for what I'm about to do.
I want my job.
I need my job.
Oh, this isn't me! Well, whoever you are, you're fired.
GARY: Going on a road trip? - Come on, Chett, talk to me.
- I'm lonely.
You don't exist.
You're just some freak figment of my imagination brought on by all this pressure I'm under.
"Get a job, get a life.
" Is it any wonder I've snapped? You hated that job.
I did you a favor.
Yeah.
You're probably right.
Sooner or later I would have gotten fired on my own.
- I'm no good.
I'm a loser.
- You're pathetic.
Yeah.
That too.
So you just going to leave home? I have no choice.
It's either leave or be thrown out.
Okay, it worked.
I've suspended Chett's conscious mind.
We should be able to speak to Gary now.
Gary? Can you hear me? Gary?! Whoa.
I'm stuck in his head, not deaf.
We fixed the dream chair.
We should be able to get you out now.
No.
Not yet.
- What? - I'm not ready.
What are you doing, looking for shrapnel? Gary, you have to come out.
If you stay much longer you'll become part of Chett's brain-- permanently.
Why didn't you say something earlier? If I told you every time your lives were in danger - we'd never get out.
- I just need a few more minutes.
There's something I got to do for Chett.
Hurry.
You don't have much time.
Chett.
We need to talk.
I'm not talking to you.
Good.
Then shut up and listen.
You can't leave.
Your dad doesn't care than you lost your job.
He just wants to see you do something.
Like what? Be a busboy? Nah.
Dad's right.
I'm a waste case.
Talking to a toaster.
Chett? Why aren't you at work? I got fired.
Guess I'm not cut out to steam milk.
Thought we had an agreement, Chett.
Do you have anything to say to me? Yeah.
I'll send you a check for the wheat thins.
Let me go.
It's a test, man.
He just wants to know you have to plan.
You know-- goals, ambitions.
Son, is there something else you want to say? - No.
- Get back there.
Maybe.
Got a plan? - He's never go for it anyway.
- Just give it a chance.
Dad, I don't want to work in a coffeehouse.
All right, great.
What do you propose to do with your life? Well, back in the corps I scored perfect on infiltration and annihilation and I've been thinking.
There's this group in Bolivia called the america force.
It hunts down troublemakers and neutralizes them.
It's fully funded by the C.
I.
A.
they've got really cool uniforms and a full dental plan.
- I want to join up.
- Bolivia? They only ask for a 12-year commitment.
But there's more.
After you've done your time there's a career placement program.
Most wind up in the U.
S.
postal service.
Great.
B-b-but there may be other options that you can explore but you need to take you time.
Uh, why rush into things? Bolivia will always be there.
Then I can stay? As long as I know you're exploring your options.
[ Nervous Chuckle .]
You can let go now, Chett.
Uh no, I can't.
All right, operation resuce Gary is underway.
This time, I'm coming back with my best friend or I'm not coming back at all.
Gary, you made it.
Where's Wyatt? Hey, the chair only seat four.
[ Giggling .]
Captioned by Grantman Brown
How could Miss Graham call that a quiz? It took the whole period.
She called it a quest-- A combination quiz and test.
So if Miss Graham is a combination teacher and wanker does that make her a tanker or a weacher? I can't believe I blanked on number three.
Shh! Shh! Shh! - Which Gary.
- What? I heard my name.
She said, "Gary".
Paula Sparks? I guarantee she wasn't talking about you.
Which Gary? The geeky blond guy with the B.
O.
? No way.
Yeah.
He's in this dream I keep having.
She had a dream about me? A beautiful babe had a dream about me? It's always the same.
We studying in Ms.
Bouvier's french class but no one else in there and it starts to get warm.
So I take off my sweater.
Oh, my God.
Yes, yes, yes.
- Then he goes to kiss me - Yes, yes, yes.
- and it's, like, so amazing.
- The Monroe Doctrine! Idiot! I could have gotten a hundred.
- Shh.
I can't hear.
- Wow! That last part is so hot.
I can't believe you dreamt that about Gary.
Wallace.
- Is that shirt a J.
Crew? - No! I score with Paula Sparks.
And I don't even know what I did.
- It was just her dream, Gary.
- But I was in that dream doing things, unspeakable things-- Things I could be replaying over and over in my mind.
What are Dad and Chett doing here? LISA: Maybe they came by to share a mocha-chino.
Dad and Chett? Yeah, right.
I wish I could hear what they were saying.
- I'll turn it up.
- There's no way I'm working here-- Toasting low-fat muffins for a bunch of frasier taping cold heads? I pulled a lot of strings to get you this job - so you're taking it.
- You had to pull springs to get me a four-dollars-an-hour job? You've had six months to do better.
That's plenty of time to get your life on track.
- I've been fine-tuning my resume.
- Look, Chett perhaps it's time we set some limits for your own good.
- Define "limits.
" - Okay.
If you fail to keep this job I'm afraid we're going to have to reassess your living situations.
Meaning if I get fired you're going to kick me out of the house? - That's one way to look at it, yes.
- Harsh.
Well, let's go talk to Mr.
Brinkman, shall we? - Hey! Do you mind? - So Chett has to get a job.
Big deal.
- How about two out of three.
- Sure.
This is unbearable.
I need to know how Paula's dream ended.
Is there any way you can help me? I've got it.
I'll give you a machine that will let you go inside her dreams.
- You could do that? - I could go inside her dream? Sure.
Paula's bound to dream about you again tonight and when she does, you will be there in person.
Can I come along? You want to watch Paula's sexy dream about me? - What else am I going to do? - Melrose place is a rerun.
The dream chair hold two.
Sweet! Let's do it.
Cozy.
A little frankensteinish, but if it does the job - What do these buttons do? - The top one sends you through the dimensional wall and into the dreams of whoever you program the chair for.
The other's for lower-back massage.
- Ah.
- Ah.
There's one rule about dream space.
You have to get back through the dream door before the person wakes up, or else.
- Or else what? - Your astral self will be forced out of the dreamscape and deposited in the conious mind.
- Is that bad? - Just get out in time, okay? Gary? - Did you hear what I just said? - Yeah.
Something about leaving a deposit.
Let's blow.
I don't want to miss any good parts.
Did you bring the camera? - Ready? - Punch it.
[ Both Yelling .]
Are we in? Is this Paula Spark's dream? It's got to be.
This is Ms.
Bouvier's classroom.
Get pictures.
- My camera just turned into a cove.
- The fun's just beginning.
I had my birthday party pictures in there.
Ooh, ooh, ooh.
There's Paula and me.
Just like she said.
[ Seductive Jazz Fusion Music .]
Now she's going to take off her sweater and now I kiss her.
[ Gasps .]
- Ms.
Bouvier! - Gary, what is going in here? - You said you loved me.
- Oh, baby.
He did? He said he loved me.
In France, when two women love the same man there is only one course action which is truly satisfying.
- Tongue bath! - Death by fire.
- Burn him.
- ALL: Burn him! Burn him! - No! - Burn him! Burn him! - No! - Burn him! Burn him! - I guess this is the part is missed.
- This bites.
Let's get out of here.
Unless you'd rather watch me fry.
Um - So, how was Paula's dream? - It sucked, thank you so much.
I'm starving.
How long we been gone? - Five hours.
It's 4:00 a.
m.
- What? - It only felt like a few minutes.
- That's dream time.
Well, now it's snack time.
You up for a fridge raid? Hey, what's he doing up? He must be stressed about starting work tomorrow.
- He probably feels nervous.
- And vulnerable.
Hey, let's go rub it on.
Hiya, big brother.
Well, if it isn't Captain Colon and his sidekick butt boy.
You girls run out of slumber party games? You're very clever with words, Chett.
I bet that'll help you tomorrow at your new job.
You really think I'm worried about some stupid, little job? You're talking to a man who can field-strip an m-16 wearing a blindfold and handcuffs.
Question is, can you do it wearing a hairnet and a name tag? - You're dead! - [ Both Yelling .]
Hey, hey, hey! The Truck City Triplets.
[ To "The Lone Ranger" .]
: # Get a truck, get a truck, get a truck, truck, truck # # Get a truck, get a truck, get a truck, truck, truck # # Get a truck, get a truck, get a truck, truck, truck # - # Low down-payment terms.
# - They make me happy.
I'm not wasting any more time on you skid marks.
I'm going to go get some shut-eye.
You know, the fun doesn't have to stop.
Have fun in Chett's head.
We'll bring you some - What's that? - Your camcorder.
Sorry.
Why are we in Java Man? Chett must be dreaming about work.
[ Shattering .]
[ Echoing .]
: Drop another cup you lose your job.
You lose your job, you're out of the house.
Yes, sir.
Trying my best, sir.
Sorry, sir.
[ Echoing .]
: Waiter, if you can't make me a decent cafe au lait you're out of the house.
Coming right up, sir.
[ Echoing .]
: If you can't make these dishes shine you're out of the house! # Do the job, do the job # # Do the job, do the job # # Do the job, do the job, do the job, do the job # # Do the job, do the job, do the job, do the job # # Or you're out of the house.
# So, what do you think's bugging Chett? I can't work any faster.
I was trained to serve my country, not cappuccinos.
[ Echoing .]
: You were born to serve cappuccino.
[ Alarm Blaring .]
Gary, something's wrong.
We'd better get out of here.
- Gary? - I'll be with you in a sec, Wy.
Cream or sugar, ladies? Gary, it's closing.
Come on! Uh-oh.
I don't even drink coffee.
- Where's Gary? - The dream door closed.
- He didn't get out in time.
- Chett woke up? So, what's that mean? Oh, no.
[ Army Cadence: .]
# I don't know but I've been told # # This loaf of bread seems mighty old.
# - Occupado, Mr.
Roboto.
- Right.
I just wanted to say good luck on the new job.
You feeling okay? You know, I'm getting a little sick and tired of everybody thinking I can't handle the job.
I've handled worse than this stupid little tea party.
[ Chuckling .]
- Any sign of Gary? - Kind of.
Poor Chett.
Gary's trapped inside his head - and he doesn't even have a clue.
- Poor Chett? Poor Gary.
How'd this happen? Gary was in Chett's dream but when Chett woke up, no more dream so Gary got dumped into Chett's conscious mind.
So what do we do? Our only shot is to modify the dream chair.
Then we'll rescue Gary.
I'll start on the chair.
See if you can make contact with Gary.
Tell him to hang tight.
I'll have him out soon.
Hey, Chett, ready for the big day? [ Belching .]
Good one.
Caught me with my mouth open.
- Have you seen Gary.
- No I haven't but I have seen the future and you're in for some pain.
Ah! Oh! Hey.
What the? - Never mind.
- Gary? Is that you? Are you in there? Don't worry.
Lisa has a plan.
We'll have you out soon.
If you understand, give me a sign.
What are you looking at? May I clear your soiled cups and plates? That's right.
Don't make eye contact with me.
I'm just the dirty little busboy doing his dirty little job.
- Donnelly, table seven needs water.
- Right, Mr.
Brinkman.
Table seven.
- Uh, what's the joke, Chett? - No joke.
Just equalizing the pressure in my sinuses.
- And my ears.
- You making fun of me? No, sir.
Absolutely not, sir.
Excuse me, sir.
Oh! What the devil's happening to me? It's just a job.
Don't let it stress you out.
You're strong enough, you're tough enough GARY: and doggone it, people like you.
Huh? Huh?! - Hiya, Chett.
- [ Gasps .]
Yeah.
How do you think I feel? This is no way.
You got to be kidding me.
- You're not real.
- Relax.
I'll be gone soon but first, since I'm stuck here we're going to have a little fun.
- It's payback time, Chett.
- Payback? Remember when you dunked me in paint? It was a joke! Who could forget all those pink bellies? [ Yelling .]
And your favorite Wyatt torture-- The nipple twister.
[ Yelling .]
You're the devil, aren't you? The devil in the form of Gary Wallace! - Nope.
Just Gary Wallace.
- [ Yelling .]
[ Loud Hissing .]
Lisa, what's taking so long? She's not ready.
I need more time.
Or what? The dilithium crystals are going to blow? Hand me the triangulating bore probe.
- Huh? - The red thing.
And don't drop it or you'll trigger an ice age.
Donnelly, where have you been? I need you out there bussing tables.
I'm on it.
- Get going.
- I'm trying.
I can't seem to move my feet.
I need to move my feet.
Make it stop! Chett.
Chett.
- Chett, are you on medication? - Nope.
Just keeping the customers happy.
I swear, as soon as I finish my dance I'm bussing tables.
Oh.
Whoa-oh! Mr.
Brinkman, please don't fire me for what I'm about to do.
I want my job.
I need my job.
Oh, this isn't me! Well, whoever you are, you're fired.
GARY: Going on a road trip? - Come on, Chett, talk to me.
- I'm lonely.
You don't exist.
You're just some freak figment of my imagination brought on by all this pressure I'm under.
"Get a job, get a life.
" Is it any wonder I've snapped? You hated that job.
I did you a favor.
Yeah.
You're probably right.
Sooner or later I would have gotten fired on my own.
- I'm no good.
I'm a loser.
- You're pathetic.
Yeah.
That too.
So you just going to leave home? I have no choice.
It's either leave or be thrown out.
Okay, it worked.
I've suspended Chett's conscious mind.
We should be able to speak to Gary now.
Gary? Can you hear me? Gary?! Whoa.
I'm stuck in his head, not deaf.
We fixed the dream chair.
We should be able to get you out now.
No.
Not yet.
- What? - I'm not ready.
What are you doing, looking for shrapnel? Gary, you have to come out.
If you stay much longer you'll become part of Chett's brain-- permanently.
Why didn't you say something earlier? If I told you every time your lives were in danger - we'd never get out.
- I just need a few more minutes.
There's something I got to do for Chett.
Hurry.
You don't have much time.
Chett.
We need to talk.
I'm not talking to you.
Good.
Then shut up and listen.
You can't leave.
Your dad doesn't care than you lost your job.
He just wants to see you do something.
Like what? Be a busboy? Nah.
Dad's right.
I'm a waste case.
Talking to a toaster.
Chett? Why aren't you at work? I got fired.
Guess I'm not cut out to steam milk.
Thought we had an agreement, Chett.
Do you have anything to say to me? Yeah.
I'll send you a check for the wheat thins.
Let me go.
It's a test, man.
He just wants to know you have to plan.
You know-- goals, ambitions.
Son, is there something else you want to say? - No.
- Get back there.
Maybe.
Got a plan? - He's never go for it anyway.
- Just give it a chance.
Dad, I don't want to work in a coffeehouse.
All right, great.
What do you propose to do with your life? Well, back in the corps I scored perfect on infiltration and annihilation and I've been thinking.
There's this group in Bolivia called the america force.
It hunts down troublemakers and neutralizes them.
It's fully funded by the C.
I.
A.
they've got really cool uniforms and a full dental plan.
- I want to join up.
- Bolivia? They only ask for a 12-year commitment.
But there's more.
After you've done your time there's a career placement program.
Most wind up in the U.
S.
postal service.
Great.
B-b-but there may be other options that you can explore but you need to take you time.
Uh, why rush into things? Bolivia will always be there.
Then I can stay? As long as I know you're exploring your options.
[ Nervous Chuckle .]
You can let go now, Chett.
Uh no, I can't.
All right, operation resuce Gary is underway.
This time, I'm coming back with my best friend or I'm not coming back at all.
Gary, you made it.
Where's Wyatt? Hey, the chair only seat four.
[ Giggling .]
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