So this guy allegedly has a few drinks, goes into a store and does a little dance. He falls over, and takes a few racks of candy and snacks down with him. Kind of wrecks the place, actually. No big deal, he claims, since he's related to the owners.
Problem is, they say he ain't family. It takes Gloria to get to the bottom of this one. Literally.
Look, if smelling people's farts was a determing factor for family, we'd be related to every Soup staffer within 10 cubicles.