Previously on Buddy System, the fellas split up and decide if they’re gonna– …make a video saying that you are officially handing Good Mythical Morning over to me! -Rhett meets… -Peder. -Peder? -Peder. -Peder? -Who uses his… -Phrophes-eye! -And a… -White gourd. -To help Rhett realize… We gotta get your phone back, and get the show back. -But… -There might a be a little problem with that. -Yeah, ’cause Link drank some nasty water, and created clones of himself and Rhett. You and me can make this video where we officially give our channel over to Aimee and we never do Good Mythical Morning again. All you have to do is break the hallucination barrier. Oh, yeah, there’s also a talking, flying version of Rhett’s bike. Don’t ask me, man. Enjoy. So… now it’s official. We’re packing it in and moving on to bigger and better things. But, we have full confidence that Aimee Brells, four-time cover girl and one-time centerfold of Pitchin’ magazine, will take the channel in a new… and exciting direction, with content that is much better than the vapid and immature tripe we have been uploading for the past several years. (upbeat music) Rhett and Link are right, and I wish them all the best in their future endeavors. (tinkling) But most importantly, I look forward to building a future with you. A future that includes you owning the full suite of BrellLyfe products, because BrellLyfe products, (on phone, all in unison) are products that you need! How could you do this? I didn’t do it. I mean, it just kinda happened in my brain. And then in the real world? Yeah. But it was actually your exercise bike’s idea. What are you talking about? Oh… and I’m sorry about your grandpa. I just saw him last week. Don’t let him ride your bike. ♪ ♪ (upbeat techno music) Hey, guys! Welcome back! What were you guys thinking? Um, I don’t really like the colors, but I can put it back up if it makes you happy. No! How could you give up the channel so easily? Well, because now our secret is safe. -Yeah! -You’re welcome. (sighs) I don’t know who to be more mad at, the vested scarved versions of us, accompanied by the talking version of my exercise bike, or the guy’s brain who invented ’em. Oh, I– I’d say be mad at them. Listen guys, I know we’re all sad that we don’t have GMM anymore, but… look on the bright side: we have each other! You’re not helping. But how many times did you guys said, “What if we had clones of ourselves? Think of all we could get done.” Huddle? They’ve got a point. This could be amazing. Besides, what are we gonna do, kill them? I don’t think it would technically be murder. We can hear you. Guys… just think about all the stuff the four of us could do. (blow pitch pipe) -♪ If… ♪ -♪ If… ♪ (four-part harmony) ♪ If… ♪ ♪ …I had another me ♪ ♪ Think of all the wonderful things ♪ ♪ Us two can do as we ♪ ♪ Like a perfectly matched thumb-wrestling match ♪ ♪ That ends with us falling asleep ♪ ♪ I’d hang out with him just to see ♪ ♪ How annoying I can be ♪ ♪ Or look at parts of my body that I’d never really seen ♪ ♪ If I had another me Another me ♪ ♪ If us had another we Another we ♪ ♪ There’s no doubt that our lives would be ♪ ♪ At least two times more amazing ♪ ♪ But I’d probably start to hate the way ♪ ♪ His voice sounds after time ♪ ♪ And he’d likely use his DNA to frame me for a crime ♪ ♪ Maybe having another me isn’t all I thought it’d be ♪ ♪ I think I’ll eventually have to murder me ♪ (ominous drum) (harmonizing) ♪ There can only be one me ♪ ♪ There shouldn’t be another we, oh ♪ ♪ I would dismember me ♪ ♪ And bury me under a tree ♪ ♪ If I had another me ♪ (dull thud) (cell phone rings) -Maxwell. -Hey, yo. What’s this video of you guys saying you’re giving up your show? Oh, that wasn’t us. It was from a hallucination I was having. MAXWELL: Oh, no, those bastards broke the hallucination barrier, didn’t they? -Yeah. -Have you killed them yet? -We just did. -Good. Now listen, I saw online that Aimee is shootin’ some commercials and it’s open to the general public. I suggest that you guys just show up. You might be able to get in one. Maybe you can infiltrate. ♪ ♪ (whispers): What’s your back story? What? I’m an old man. Yeah, but who are you supposed to be? An old man! (scoffs) No, come with me. We can’t blow our cover, man. If Aimee finds out that we’re here, she could just make a video telling our secret to everybody. We gotta have believable back stories. We gotta be ready for questioning. Okay, well, who are you? (southern accent): The name’s O’dell Nobell but my friends call me Pigeon Blood. I was a longtime session flautist for the Skeeter Brothers Band. You can hear my musical stylings on hits such as, “Sometimes a Dog’ll Do”, “Thinkin’ ‘Bout Nothin’”, and “Little Juicy.” I toured with the band till ’08, when I was excommunicated for assaulting a sassy sound engineer, Wade “Elephant Ears” McCloud, because he ket mixing me into the left channel. I took my flute and I stuck it right into his earhole and spun it around like a ragdoll. The only reason I’m not currently incarcerated is because I got off on a technicality; apparently, it’s completely legal to assault someone with a reedless wind instrument in Franklin County, Kentucky. And even though I’ve been out of the biz for a few years, and I’m currently driving an Uber, I can still blow a mean tuber. (flute with jazz band playing) (music stops) Wow. That’s, uh, pretty detailed. Yes, it is. What about you, man? Who are you? Uh… I’m… Sink… Mirror! Sink Mirror! Sink Mirror? Yes! I think you’re ready. (toilet flushes) GEORGE: Hey, fellas. -George? -George. I heard the whole plan. (laughs) Oh, don’t worry. Don’t worry. I won’t tell anybody. (laughs) Oh! And by the way, Sink Mirror? That’s good! (laughs heartily) RHETT: What are you doing here, man? Oh, uh, today I become commercial star! (laughs) And what is this secret that you don’t want anyone to know? (blower running loudly) LINK: Oh, well, uh… (blower drowning out dialogue) (inaudible) (blower slowly turns off) And they removed this popsicle in the emergency room? Oh, no, they just let it melt, and then they just removed the stick. -(grunts) -But at least we were able to see the end of the riddle. (laughs) The end of the riddle, yes. (laughing) Coming through. Watch your toes. AIMEE: Hey, hey, hey! You’re forgetting something. (steam hissing) AIMEE: There we go. He won’t be needing that. You. See if this fits. Uh… It goes on your head. I know that. I’m Sink Mirror! (uneasy laugh) Oh! (claps) Good! Come with me, Mr… Mirror. Come on. (claps) Time is money, time is money. Oh, wait… Who in here is good with their hips? Me! O’dell Nobell, ma’am. I actually dislocated my pelvis in a fan boating incident while filming the music video for the hit, “Ain’t No Lovin’ Like Swamp Lady Lovin’.” But the cool thing is, it actually healed in such a way as to give be 13 to 17 degrees increased range of motion. Got it. Follow me. (claps) MAN: Action. Hi. I’m Aimee Brells. If you’re like me, you don’t wanna have to choose between enjoying a cold beverage and power washing. Introducing… the Power Pelvis! The world’s first hands-free power washer! The Power Pelvis lets anyone with a power wash… That’s not right! Let’s people power wash with pelvicking… poop! Let’s… pelvicing people, power wash with… pipes… made of pelvices. (screams) Sh– The Power Pelvis, lets people with pelvises power wash like professional power washers! Who doesn’t have a pelvis? -I know a guy. -Mother– Most people have pelvises. Why not use them to power wash? MAN: We’re losing the stream. Cut! Why can’t anything work as advertised around here? I know what you mean. I used to have a… electric flute that would constantly malfunction on me during our 19-minute rendition of “It’s Okay, She’s My Stepsister.” (ominous drums) (loud snap) (gasp) God! We’re gonna need another unit! It’s like an amateur hour here! I’m gonna come back when you guys figure this out, but I’m pissed! MAN: Uh… Sink? Uh… that’s me! We need to get some footage of you activating the Eureka Bulb. We found the best way to do this is to present the users with unique scenarios then have them come up with an idea. -Ready? -Uh… You’re in windowless and doorless white room. Just out of reach is a sandwich. There’s a red ball in the middle of the floor. Next to the ball is a hole with the words “Insert ball here for sandwich” written beside it. What do you do? I do… nothing. (gasps) Uh, you have to make a choice. Wh– I choose to do nothing. Well, you’re gonna get hungry. (pause) I don’t like sandwiches! What do you like? I’m not touchin’ the ball! Sink, the ball will not hurt you. I-I’m leavin’ the room! There are no doors or windows. Mmm– I’m goin’ in the hole! (light bulb buzzes) Okay… hold on a second. Okay, that was an idea. It was a stupid idea, but it was an idea. Whoa. What is wrong -with this thing? -(moaning) AIMEE: (gasp) Link! No, I said Sink Mirror! It’s definitely not Link! (bulb buzzes and shatters) You almost killed me! Get him! And this is definitely not a disguise, so, uh, that I could -get my phone back. AIMEE: (frustrated scream) Because that wasn’t me and Rhett that made your video, it was another me and Rhett, that broke the hallucination barrier, in a hallucination I was having, on a soul search, and then we murdered them. And that’s definitely not Rhett disguised as a flautist. What? Seriously? (cellphone buzzes and rings) Oh-ho! Looks like we got a last minute gig. Let’s go. It’s magic time! -♪ If… ♪ -♪ If… ♪ (four-part harmony) ♪ If… ♪ ♪ …I had another me ♪ ♪ Think of all the wonderful things ♪ ♪ Us two can do as we ♪ ♪ Like a perfectly matched thumb-wrestling match ♪ ♪ That ends with us falling asleep ♪ ♪ I’d hang out with him just to see ♪ ♪ How annoying I can be ♪ ♪ Or look at parts of my body that I’d never really seen ♪ ♪ If I had another me Another me ♪ ♪ If us had another we Another we ♪ ♪ There’s no doubt that our lives would be ♪ ♪ At least two times more amazing ♪