It's a special JAR episode, and Robb opens Founder’s Day with dilated pupils, candy-coated cataracts, and a medical plan whose best feature is “insurance might actually pay for it.” Josh and Robb officially welcome the founding members of Still Talkin'—no final G, no time for it—complete with vault access, future swag, and a Hall of Fame probably not carved into the Kennedy Center. Their Labor Day couples trip to the Outer Banks becomes a preview of friendship, podcasting, and the dangerous possibility of jointly owning a hot tub with siblings. Robb then discovers the only surviving film of his grandfather, duckpin champion William “Big Daddy” Stalkup, who looked magnificent and apparently hated every non-regulation frame of it. Finally, a golf brand's horror-themed driver ad lands in the rough so badly that even the apology needs an apology.

Robb and Josh take the wheel, and Robb’s missing Cutco steak knife becomes a full-blown domestic crime scene—complete with trash-bag forensics, eBay negotiations, and a dream in which the blade finally comes home. The Jarheads also discover that cursive is now basically an encrypted language, which is unfortunate when a young teacher receives a handwritten note. From there, they inspect celebrity signatures, judge a new Jimmy Stewart biopic, and prove that no tangent is too old-timey for this program. Then they get candid about Mike’s retirement, the future of the show, and what’s next for the Josh-and-Robb era. Finally, AI bands invade Spotify, creativity goes on trial, and everybody leaves wondering whether the real threat is artificial music or an empty slot in Robb’s knife block.

This week on Hix Nix Stix Pix, we head into 1930s Los Angeles for one of the greatest—and darkest—mysteries ever put on film: 1974’s Chinatown. Jack Nicholson is private eye J.J. Gittes, a man who thinks he’s investigating an affair until murder, water, money, corruption, and one horrifying family secret reveal something much bigger. We break down Nicholson and Faye Dunaway, the unforgettable Noah Cross, that devastating ending, what “Forget it, Jake. It’s Chinatown” really means, and whether this legendary neo-noir still holds up in 2026. Forget it, Hix. It’s Chinatown.

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