On the Gryzzl front, it’s a PR disaster for the uber-hip tech bros. “We checked emails between our customers and their loved ones,” says Roscoe, and realized that people weren’t happy. But the gang’s excitement doesn’t last long. Sensing their imminent reptuation hit, Gryzzl offered Sweetums so much money they jumped the gun, and Leslie’s hope for the national park are dashed.
Sorrows are duly drowned in maple syrup, but gentrification is forcing JJ’s to close too. “They may have taken my land but I will be damned if they take my waffles,” says Leslie. As she and Ron team up for one big cause: to save JS’s from predatory landlord Dennis Feinstein.
“JJ’s has very good breakfast food,” says a typically-flat Ron at the rally, really stirring up the masses as he does.
Jonathan Karate (Johnny’s serious older brother) and his young ninjas confront Feinstein, who agrees to come down to the rally to address to the pro-J.J.’s contingent. But instead of relenting, he releases the “hounds: — a disgusting-smelling, FDA rejected cologne. Drenched in dog smell, Leslie begins to think that JJ’s, like the national park, is a lost cause.
Meanwhile, Tom and Dona’s LA adventure is basically the best treat yo self ever, as it involves shopping on the boulevards, elbow bling seshes, watching Josh Groban eat his own crab repurposed as celebrity-sushi, and Jaden’s shoes from Hitch 2: Son of Hitch. Donna offers some incredible love advice to Tom. When it comes to matters of the heart, you have to treat yoself. Soon enough, Tom has his long-anticipated date, even if he has to hire and fire Billy Eichner’s crazy Craig as a new manager, just to make sure things aren’t weird between him and Lucy.
Still determined to give JJ’s a second shot, the gang decides to find a space in a dilapidated downtown area to refurbish. But they can’t convince JJ’s to open there without foot traffic.
Which brings us to plan B. After throwing themselves into the cause, old-school style, they woo Gryzzl’s team with an elaborate idea, all written down. On paper.
“Is this paper? Whoa, super throwback,” marvels Roscoe. Renovate the downtrodden area, Leslie and Ron suggest. Build in the old buildings and warehouse space. “But we just spent hella skrilla on that trill forest!” Well, donate the new land to the parks and get good PR! Even though the rest of the Gryzzl staff are ‘shroomin at Coachella, and Roscoe’s “Hits From the Bong: alarm clock that rings at 4:20, suddenly the future looks bright.
And as Ron later reveals to Leslie after stringing her along for hours, they’ve won.