Tanner Sterling -- a young boy who looks a bit older for his age (13), who's also experienced at the great outdoors, and pretty much anything physical left home to become a explore. When he returned, everything he loved, and cared for was gone. Join...
I DO NOT own Bob's Burgers. This is just for entertainment purposes.
Tanner's POV:
After a long day at the restaurant, it was about time for me and the Belchers to get to bed. Well, everyone except Mrs. Belcher. She was dressed up and looked like she was getting ready to go somewhere. I was about to get into my sleeping bag when I smelled Mrs. Belcher's perfume. She doesn't normally wear that unless she's about to go somewhere. I went to see what was happening when I saw Gene walking into their room, as well.
Linda: Bachelorette party! All right!
Going to the strip club. All right.
Going to Pickles. Boy, am I gonna need some quarters tonight. Ha ha!
Bob: Quarters?
Linda: Yeah. Mmm-Hmm
Bob: What are you gonna do with quarters, Lin?
Linda: I'll plop them in their g-strings.
Bob: You'll plop quarters in their g-strings.
Linda:Plop them right in.
Gene: Plippity-plop.
Bob: At Pickles?
Linda: Pickles.
Bob: Why do they call it pickles?
Linda: They actually serve pickles.
Bob: Hmm.
Linda: No. I'm not kidding. They really have good pickles.
Tanner: Pickles are good. Have them with a grilled cheese. Try kosher or gherkins. Highly recommend it.
Linda: Tanner, you think they wouldn't, but they're delicious.
Tanner: But I didn't say I think they wouldn't be good.
Bob: You're going to dinner theater, aren't you?
Linda: Ha ha ha! What? What do you mean?
Why, that's crazy.
.
.
Fine, Bob. You got me.
I know you don't approve of dinner theater, so I fibbed.
Tanner: (Dramatic gasp)
Bob: You know what? I'd rather you go to a strip club.
Gene: What do you have against dinner theater, dad?
Bob: Well, first of all, Gene, it's neither dinner nor theater.
It's like the imitation cheese of theater.
Gene: Sounds fun. Imitation cheese is delicious.
Linda: That's my boy. That's my star.
Bob: Linda, you know what the real problem is?
Linda: What?
Bob: It's the result of dinner theater, what it does to you, makes you sing everything.
