Muscle Man and Starla are sitting on a park bench. Muscle Man chews a piece of gum and spits it out on a wrapper before placing it on the ground. A speed walker is then coming up. "Oh, it's on." He pulls out a popcorn bag. "Time to bust out the popcorn, baby." He starts eating some of it. The speed walker steps onto the gum-covered wrapper as Muscle Man laughs at what he just did. "Why aren't you laughing, babe? You always laugh when we go on dates!" Muscle Man said.

"Mitch, we have to talk." MM&S get up from the bench as Muscle Man wonders what Starla is about to say. "I've been thinking. We need to take our relationship to the next level. My parents are in town tonight, and I think you should meet them over dinner!" MM&S grab each other's hands. "Whoa, seriously? Babe, that's a huge step!" Muscle Man dips her. "And I already know the perfect place: Wing Kingdom." He said. "Uh, I don't think you should take my parents to Wing Kingdom." Muscle Man frowns as Starla gives her opinion. "I have another place in mind." She said.

They go to a fancy-looking restaurant. First, they see a chandelier. Then, a man sitting at a table with a cup of tea. He raises his pinky finger and takes a sip. Next, a woman with a napkin. She raises her pinky fingers from off the napkin and then wipes her upper lip. They are then shown a sign that reads: No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service. Muscle Man looks through the window, dismayed. "Oh no, bro." He said. "Uh, are you sure about this place?" Muscle Man asked nervously.

"Yeah! This is the best place to make an impression. I really want my parents to like you." Starla said. "Sure. Then, let's go here, babe." Starla kisses Muscle Man. "I'm so excited for my parents to meet you!" She gasps. "I have so much to do!" She runs off. Later at Pops' house, Muscle Man is making a reservation as (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby walk in. "I'd like to make a reservation." The trio notice what's going on. "Yeah. Sorrenstein, party of four, seven o'clock p.m." Muscle Man said.

"Oui, <Yes,> Mr. Sorrenstein, we will see you tonight at seven. Now, we do have a strict dress code." Maitre'd said. Muscle Man begins sweating profusely. "Dress code?" He asked. "Oui. <Yes.> Black tie, jacket..." Maitre'd said. The trio continue watching. "Jacket? I think I might have a windbreaker." Muscle Man said. "What?! Did I mention a shirt and shoes are required as well?!" Maitre'd asked. "Uh... Of course not; I know that! Now, this is totally a joke question, but that shirt has to be clean too, right?" Muscle Man asked.

"What?! Well, I never!" Maitre'd is yelling over the phone. "See you at seven!" Muscle Man quickly hangs up the phone, panting. "Lemme guess, Bistro en Le Parc?" (Y/n) asked. "Yeah. I have to meet Starla's parents there tonight." Muscle Man said. "Whoa, takin' it to the next level!" The trio said.

"Yeah, but didn't you hear that? I barely made it through the reservation! How am I gonna impress Starla's parents if I can't even make a reservation?" Muscle Man asked. "Dude, just be yourself." Mordecai said. "I can't be myself! Myself sucks! Starla will totally dump me if her parents don't like me." Muscle Man said. "We'll help you get fancy for your dinner." Rigby said. "Really, dudes?" Muscle Man asked. "Yeah, man. We're your friends. We hate to see you bummed out." (Y/n) said. "Plus, last time Starla dumped you, you got all sad and we had to do your work." Rigby said.

"Not to mention she totally destroyed the place. That took AGES to fix." (Y/n) said. "Ugh, don't remind me." Rigby said. "Yeah. Sure glad I'm not you guys. Where do we start?" Muscle Man said. "Not we." Mordecai said. They are now in Pops' room. "He." Mordecai said. Pops laughs. "I'm so happy that you decided to become fancy, Muscle Man. And, you want me to help! I even wrote a book about it!"

Pops puts a book on the table, titled:) Fanciness, Theory and Practical Application. He opens the book. "A practical application of advanced theory of fanciness." He said. The quartet back out. "Volume one of six. First printing, published, M-C-M-X, V-I-I..." Pops continued. (Y/n) closes the door. "Guys, we're gonna have to do this our way." (Y/n) said. "Good. 'Cause I don't know if I can handle having to listen to Pops speak Spanish anymore." Muscle Man said.

Mordecai holds up a book called: "Etiquette for Very Young Children," and opens the book to step 1, "A firm handshake." Outside, (Y/n) raises her arm for Muscle Man to shake, but Muscle Man clumsily pounds it from the top and bottom, then realizes he did it wrong. Next, they practice step 2, "Open the door for guests." Muscle Man opens the door for Rigby to walk through, but quickly runs in through the doorway, slamming the door in front of Rigby. Rigby facepalms before they practice step 3,

"Seat your guests." Muscle Man at first does it right when Rigby sits in the chair, but pushes it in too hard. Muscle Man learns how to use the forks in the kitchen. (Y/n) holds up a sign that tells Muscle Man to pick up the salad fork. Muscle Man then picks up the fork to his farthest left. The trio nod in approval, and Muscle Man smiles, they go to the Awkward and Oblong men's store.

Then Muscle Man comes out of a dressing booth, dressed in a tuxedo, and his hair held back with gel. "Whoa!" The trio said. "Dude! You look like a whole new man!" Mordecai said. "How do you feel?" Rigby asked. "Fancy." Muscle Man replied. The tuxedo falls apart, and the gel fails to hold Muscle Man's hair back. "I can't do this!" Muscle Man shouted. "We're gonna need a plan B. Rigby, you still got those mini-headsets?" (Y/n) asked. Muscle Man's dressed in his tuxedo again,

receiving instruction from the trio. "Testing, testing. I don't know if I can do this, guys." Muscle Man said. Mordecai and Rigby are also dressed in tuxedos, and (Y/n) is in a fancy white dress, and the trio are instructing Muscle Man. "Dude, don't worry. We got this." (Y/n) said. "Me and the boys are already inside." She said. "Just stick to the plan. Everything will be alright." Rigby said. "Thanks, dudes. I—" A car horn blares, and headlights shine on Muscle Man. He looks back and sees Starla and her parents, dressed in formal attire, coming out of the car.

"Mitch! Mitch!" Starla waves. "Whoa! Babe! You look totally ho—" Starla frowns. " ...uh, lovely!" Muscle Man said. "Mitch...   these are my parents." There's a short silence. "Shake their hands." Rigby said. Muscle Man shakes the father's hand. "Mitch Sorrenstein." He said.

"Charmed. I am Sir Herbert Gotzmendoder." He Introduces his wife. "And this is my wife, Madame Rose Gotzmendoder." He said. Rose raises her hand. "How do you do?" She asked. Muscle Man kisses her hand. "Let's go inside, shall we?" They walk toward the door. "Dude, get the door!" Mordecai said. Muscle Man runs and opens the door for them. "Welcome to Bistro en Le Parc." Maitre'd said. "Sorrenstein. Table for Four." Muscle Man said. "I hope Monseur (You) found a clean shirt."

Maitre'd said. Muscle Man laughs. "You know it, bro." He said. "Yes. Your table awaits." He turns to whisper to another waiter. "Keep an eye on them." "Dude, pull out the chair for Starla." Rigby said. Muscle Man pulls out the chair for Starla, and Herb pulls out the chair for Rose. "You're up, (Y/n)." Rigby said. "Yeah go on, you got this dude." Mordecai said. "Showtime." She said. "Oooo..." Starla said. "Ah... If it isn't Mr. Sorenstein. Are you ready to order, Sir?" (Y/n) asked. "Uh..." Muscle Man said. "Muscle Man, you're supposed to order for the table." Mordecai said.

"Oh right. The ladies will have the lobster, and the gentleman will have the filet mignon. I mean, if the ladies and gentleman are cool with that." Muscle Man said. "Indeed." Both said. "Excellent choice, sir." (Y/n) said. "And here's a little something for yourself. Make sure things are extra fancy." Muscle Man said and they all laugh. "Put your napkin in your lap." (Y/n) whispers. "Oh, right." Muscle Man puts his napkin in his lap, and (Y/n) walks away. "You're up." She said to her friends.

"Okay, Muscle Man, get ready for some fancy conversation topics." Rigby said, and Muscle Man fakes a laugh. "How are you two enjoying-" Rigby began. "The weather? Um... because I think it's uh... nice lately." Muscle Man said. "Indeed." Both parents said. "Uh... so what do you uh... do? Uh... I work full-time in park, uh... management." Muscle Man said. "Oh." Rose said. "Indeed." Both parents said again. "Whoa, whoa, hey, hey. Hot salads coming through.

Cool it with the topless talk. Here's your salad, sir." (Y/n) said. "Salad? I love salad; I eat it frequently. Let's dig in, shall we?" Muscle Man asked. "FORK, FORK! USE YOUR FORK!" Mordecai shouted. "Uh..." Muscle Man looks at the multiple choices. "Salad fork!" Muscle Man picks up the salad fork. (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby sigh in relief. Muscle Man chews slowly, is given chocolate pie with whipped cream, cleans his face with a napkin, and makes a rousing toast.

"To which I replied: "My mom". They all laugh again. "Hey, this is going so well. They really like you." Starla said. "He did it! He got through the whole meal!" Mordecai said. "Wait, who's that?" Rigby asked. "Your dessert, sir." Maitre'd said. "Huh? Uh... you're not our waiter." Muscle Man said. "Oh no, your waiter is on a break." (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby get strangled and the recorder breaks. "But do not worry. I will take care of you now." Maitre'd said. "Uh..." Muscle Man said. "Please taste the dessert. It's the fanciest we have to offer."  Maitre'd said. "But there's no forks." Muscle man said. Oh, there's no forks for this dessert. Only spoons. NOW PICK UP A SPOON AND EAT IT!" Muscle Man struggles to pick the right spoon. He eventually picks one up, hoping it is the right one, but the waiter just frowns.

"You chose wrong." He snaps his fingers. "It's time for you to leave." He said. "What? Why?" Muscle Man asked. "Because you're not fancy. You do not eat the Crème brûlée with that kind of spoon. You disgust me." Maitre'd said. Everyone mumbles to themselves. "Is that true, Mitch? You faked being fancy?" Herb asked. " Oui <Yes>. It's true; they're not fancy at all." Maitre'd said. Everyone leaves, and the Maitre'd claps to signal the security guards. "And if you will not leave, we will escort you out. So what will it be?" He asked.

"So what? So I'm not fancy. I only faked it so I could impress my girlfriend's parents, who, by the way, I learned are actually pretty cool. Who cares what kind of spoon this is." Muscle Man throws a spoon in anger. "Starla, you're the only one I care about. We're finishing our dessert." Muscle Man said. "Very well. Enjoy your desserts... IN THE EMERGENCY ROOM!" The waiter grabs the girls. "Hey, get your hands off her, bro!" Muscle Man shouted. "What are you going to do about it?" The waiter asked. "Huh? Herb?" Muscle Man asked.

"I have something to confess too: I'm not fancy neither!" Herb and Muscle Man punch the waiters. "Destroy them!" Maitre'd shouted. "Me and Rose were just pretending cause, we wanted to impress you." Herb and Muscle Man kick a waiter. "You didn't have to do that." The employees attack, and Rose and Herb both punch a waiter. "Whoa, whoa, whoa." Rigby said. "We're unarmed." Mordecai said. "Yeah, dude!" (Y/n) said. "Well, let me give you a hand."

The guard said. He attacks Mordecai with a chain with brass hands attached, and Mordecai grabs the chain. "Let go of my satisfaction chain!" Rigby and (Y/n) fight two other security guards. "Hey, Starla, nice- What? What the?" A security guard repeatedly kicks Muscle Man while drinking tea. Rose and Herb grab onto the security guard's legs. "Are you okay, Mitch?" The waiter attempts to force Herb and Rose off his legs. Muscle Man and Starla charge at the waiter.

Maitre'd picks up the sharpest fork from his fork case and charges at them. Muscle Man trips him, sending him through a window and onto a parked car, killing him. His fork falls out of his hand. "I know exactly where we can go." Herb said. All of them are later at Wing Kingdom. "I thought you guys are picky." Muscle Man said. "We are. Hey, this place makes Bistro en Le Parc look like Bistro en Le Trash." Herb said. They all laugh. "This calls for a toast!" Herb said. "I'll do you one better, Herb." Muscle Man flips over the table, and he and Herb start twirling their shirts. (Y/n) makes a sound as if she's about to barf, and quickly covers her mouth and turns away. "Either of you want the rest of my wings?" Mordecai asked. "No, thanks. I just lost my appetite." Rigby said. "I just lost my dinner." (Y/n) replied.