Narrator: But the model house had another visitor.
Gob: Good, Buster. I saw your truck. Glad you're here. Hey, uh... So I'm gonna kind of need your help with a little, uh, "magic trick" of sorts. So, favor.
Buster: I cannot do you a favor, Gob. I am on the lam. I escaped from jail.
Gob: Escaped. Yeah, I don't think so. They released you, Buster.
Buster: No. Oscar freed me.
Gob: I don't think so.
Buster: Uh, I think I'd know if I wasn't on the lam. [chuckles] I mean, unless he happened to do that exactly when I was released, so I thought I was running... but wasn't.
Gob: Right. But that would also be what exactly what happened, but...