Gantry Groves: Welcome to Paradise (Ep. 1)

[fire exploding] [upbeat music] Welcome to Parise! Hey, Kelby. It's Paradise. Welcome to Paradise. Let's go again. Whatever, man. Fix it in post. [machine whirring] See boys? You got to show him who's boss. [engine roaring] [duck quacking] I'm still the boss, and that's good luck. Now drive around all the greens and clean them off. Don't disturb the golfers. [golf cart humming] You must be new-new here. Welcome to paradise. I'm Marsha Vane, HAA president. I keep things neat, clean, and within the rules. Questions cost money. [bumper banging] That bumper is going to cost you. [footsteps plodding] [marsha grunting] [body thudding] Thank you. Stupid tourists. [gentle music] Oh my gosh, you have to be in our video right now. Honey, don't you dare. He is in the middle of a live stream. [synthesizer plays] The synth doesn't stop for nobody, darling. [synthesizer playing] Looking good, Bob. You're looking better, Nate. Few more crunches and I'll be right there. Bob, dang nabit. I told you no cats. They ain't mine, Marsha. I told you, follow me around. They ain't mine. Stop feeding them, for heaven's sake then. Honey, put some clothes on. [hums] You need Jesus. What are you doing? You need Jesus. Might as well make yourself look like a pervert. Jesus loves you. Mort, I'm glad I caught you. That golf cart needs to be repainted as soon as possible, like yesterday, or I'll have to start fining you. Listen, Marsha, dad's henious says not today. I'm going fishing with my uncle. [growls] I need to speak to your father. [door squeaking] [water bubbling] [tense music] [gasps] Don't go getting your hands chomped off now, you hear? Ball ain't worth it off of Bertha. Yes, sir. Hello, two dollars. [ball clattering] Am I in trouble? I didn't do it. You can ask Kelby. I was with him at the canal. No, we just want to get your thoughts. Marsha's a [beep] . Okay, I should have specified. [dog barking] [gravel crackling] Get off my gravel. My curb appeal is grandfathered in, Clive. Nice dog. Whose dog is this? You owe me for a plant. [upbeat music] [explosion booming] No, it's Gander Groves. Stupid production can't get the title of the show right. Sloppy, just like my ex. I gotta go feed the cats. [cat meowing] I knew it. He's getting a ticket. [car honking] [feet stomping] If you're wanting the golf course, it's your other left. [car revving] Stupid tourists. [door creaks]