Uncle Smelly, Carpet Muncher

Bluto bought an Infinity QX4. Two weeks later, Olive Oil was at a work party with GG. She brought the leftover trays of food over to our house, because she knew we were having visitors. Mostly our family-- the 3 dustwitches, Uncle Smelly, their young men, Bluto, and Olive herself. The trays were set up in the back of the truck by Bluto's friend Mike.

Olive: Should I put these on the floor?
Mike: No, leave them on the stands.

On the way back, the food spills all over the floor of the new car. GG, sensing the impending doom, ran out of the car into the house. Everyone came out to help scoop it back into the trays. Bluto was fuming.

Bluto: How far did you get?
Olive: It spilled in the parking lot.

As they were scooping, Uncle Smelly started eating the Chicken Franchese, right from the carpet.