Jeff and Chris kick things off with a casual meditation on talking dune buggies, then spiral into a kaleidoscopic freakout of animated fever dreams, including sexually confused antique cars, kung-fu dogs, and post-Jaws PR rehab sharks (Jabberjaw,we're looking at you).

But wait—just when your brain has almost melted, they summon Portland’s very own Sleestak, Brent Marr, a man who built a movie-quality lizard suit just to terrify elevator passengers and make Gen X dreams come true. They bond over terrifying stop-motion creatures, Sleestak lore, and the spiritual nirvana of watching Land of the Lost while eating Froot Loops. Somewhere along the way, they invent three punk bands, start a fake Coachella lineup, and remind us all why no writer’s room in the ‘70s had rules, shame, or working seatbelts.