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It's a whole new season, baby. Let's get some shots. That's what I'm talking about, brother. Welcome back, boys. Try not to destroy my bar this time. [laughs] And you got to see the new ride, Richa. Found her behind the grocery store. Pure chrome. She's a real beauty. It's a Ted Manus trap on wheels, Mikey, and if you don't get that beauty off my patio, I'm calling the scrapyard. [scoffs] It's got character, Ri. Let the man have his chariot. [screams] It followed me all the way from the border. It's a Canadian sleeper agent. I thought you were bringing back stories, not the local wildlife, brother. If that thing bites the upholstery, Mikey, you're both banned for life. [upbeat music] I'm telling you, babe. I am the king of the BBQ cook-off. Tim, you burned hot dogs last Tuesday. King of what, buddy? [laughs] You think you're a pro? I challenge you to a grill-off. Winner takes the neighborhood. [laughs] Let's do this. I'm not cleaning up the grease fires. Whoa. [laughs] You got this, grill mine medium rare, bud. Let's G-O, boys. Don't burn it this time, brother. [laughs] Tim, he doesn't stand a chance out there. [laughs] I brought my secret weapon, boys. Wait, is that even legal at a cookout? [crowd cheering] [upbeat music] Bro, we upgraded your Tuesday. DJ Tim's grilling, baby. Sit down. [crowd cheering] [gasps] Why are you guys having a party in my backyard? [bike revving] [tires screeching] Surprise. Retirement bashed. And don't worry, I already signed your name on the mortgage refinance papers for this open bar. [fireworks exploding] [crowd cheering] Did somebody say grill party at Jason's? Smelled the smoke from six blocks, brother. I brought potato salad. Hope that's okay. [crowd cheering] [crowd gasping] God, if you can hear me, I need a miracle. My steak! Atley, bro, your steak looks better than mine. Nobody cares about the steak. What is that thing in the hot tub? [bubbles blowing] Enjoy the special, brother. [gasps] God, can you hear me? [angelic music] I think he smells the steak, too. This fireball is for Mikey. Now I must return to the Mac. Tim, that was Justin. Then who the heck is that? [bubbles blowing] [somber music] I miss him, bud. Let me tell you something. Fireball shots right now. Already ahead of you. [chips crunching] At only one miracle a day, bud. I'm from the MacBud, not Narnia, bro. Want more chips and hot tub? [angelic music] [heavy metal music] [screaming] I opened it. Tim, I opened it. You've sealed our fate, Mikey. [water bubbling] [upbeat music] If you like Mikey's show, please subscribe to his YouTube. Jimmy's Pub and Grill. To be continued. [upbeat music]