03x29 - Food for Thought

[bunniefuu]

Hey, Eddie. Where's
everyone going?

Oh, to the cafeteria.

Our cafeteria?

Heh. People are normally
running away from that place.

Yeah. Well, I heard
some new company

is taking over our whole
school lunch program.

Hey, I bet it's
because of my letters.

I wrote the school board and I
asked them to serve us healthier food.

I also asked for solar-powered
pencil sharpeners,

um, rubber animals
for the science lab,

and herbal soap
for the locker rooms.

Or was that my letter to Santa?

Can we just get to
the cafeteria, please?

What? What is all this?

I'll tell you what it is.

Miles of meat?

Chicken chunkies?

Crispy town?!

Sugarville express?!

It's paradise.

Let's go.

♪ If you could gaze
into the future ♪

♪ future, future ♪

♪ you might think life
would be a breeze ♪

♪ life is a breeze ♪

♪ seeing trouble
from a distance ♪

♪ yeah ♪ go, Rae!

♪ But it's not that easy ♪
♪ oh, no ♪

♪ I try to save the situation ♪

♪ then I end up misbehavin' ♪

♪ ohh, whoa, oh ♪

♪ hey, now, say now ♪

♪ 'bout to put it down, yeah ♪

♪ come on and
ride with Rae now ♪

♪ and the future
looks great now ♪

♪ and everything's
gonna change now ♪

♪ that's so Raven ♪

♪ it's the future I can see ♪

♪ that's so Raven ♪

♪ it's so mysterious to me ♪

♪ that's so Raven ♪

♪ it's the future I can see ♪

♪ that's so Raven ♪

♪ it's so mysterious
to me, yeah ♪

yep, that's me.

Man! A food court in school?

This is like being
at the mall, y'all!

Man, if they put a
shoe store and a gym,

I may never go home.

But, you guys, come
on, it's all junk food.

I know, Chels.

That was my letter to Santa.

Welcome to the new
bayside food court.

The honorable judge
foodie presiding.

All fries.

This food court
is now in session,

and, thanks to your good
friends at trans-infinity farms,

I hereby rule that
lunchtime is now funtime!

Now, remember, kids,

that this is a trial program,

and you are the jury,

and in 2 weeks,
you will get to vote

on whether or not the
food court stays in session.

Well, I'm sure we
all came to a verdict

when I say, "let's eat!"

I object!

What? Oh, Chels.

I'm sorry, but I don't
see any healthy choices.

Well, that's because
you haven't seen

our nutritious salad crispies.

Um... heh... This
lettuce is deep-fried.

But you admit it's lettuce.

Well, yeah, but... case closed!

Now, will everyone place
their order in the court?

Chicken chunkies!

Miles of meat!

No. No. Sorry,
William. No can do.

My schedule's jammed. You're
gonna have to play catch by yourself.

No. All right. Bye.

Cory, honey, I know you're busy,

but have you made
time for your homework?

Homework? Mom,
I barely have time

to play catch with William.

Cory, I hate to nag,
but here it comes.

Did you forget about your history
assignment on the gold rush?

It's due in just a few days.

Oh, no, I didn't forget.

It's on my "things
to remember" list.

Now if I could just
remember where I put that.

Cory, you've got too
many things going on.

You have to set your priorities
straight. Get organized.

Hold on, mom.

Hold that thought. It's Tokyo.

Tokyo, the city? In Japan?

Yeah. You know, I go the hook-up
for the new gameball game...

Extreme golf att*ck 22.

Yoshi San, konnichi-wa!

Oh, thank you, judge foodie,

for making this the
best week of my life!

Hey, Chelsea, check out
my maxi-sized onion ring.

Eddie, come on. That onion
must've been bigger than your head.

Yeah.

Rae, what are you eating?

Well, I maxi-sized my hot dog.

Why have a foot-long when
you can have a yard-long? Ha!

Um, because no human
should have a yard of anything.

Hey! Hey, Chels,
all right, look at this.

This is 3 feet... Of
wienery goodness.

Hraah!

Oh, man! My pants
are a little tight.

They must've shrunk in
the wash or something.

Wait a minute. You
just bought those.

Did you even wash them yet?

No.

Oh. They must've
shrunk in the bag.

All fries for judge foodie!

Food court is now in session.

Is everyone loving

our delicious trans-infinity
farms lunches?

Guilty as charged!

Well, because you find
our lunches so appealing,

I sentence you all to our
new breakfast program.

Start your day with exhibit a...

Choco-choco-Chip chunk pancakes

with fudge-flavored sauce.

Wait a minute.
You guys, come on.

We can't have
dessert for breakfast.

Hey, hey, hey!

The judge said we can.

Impressive résumé.

Thank you. I
majored in economics,

but I felt a minor in
international banking

would give me a
competitive edge.

Son, I like the way you think.

Son, what's going on?

Uh, excuse me, sir, but unless
you have an appointment,

Mr. Baxter is not available.

Wait a minute. I am Mr. Baxter,

this is Mrs. Baxter.
And who are you?

Mom, dad, say hello to Brad.

I'm about to make him
my new executive assistant.

Ah, I got the job. Thank
you, sir. I won't let you down.

Congratulations. Thanks.

Now get out.

Give us a minute, Brad.

Cory, you're a child.

Children do not have assistants.

Mom, you told me
to get organized.

That's what Brad does.

Cory, forget it. We're
not gonna pay some guy

to schedule your play dates.

You don't have to. I'm paying
him with my own money.

Oh?

Really?

So how much does this job pay?

Victor, you're not
working for Cory.

I cannot believe you guys
got fs on your math test.

For your information,
I got an f+.

What is happening to you two?

Hey, relax, Chels. Ok?

Have a porta-pie.

The food court has take-out now?

Yeah. I got jellybean
and sausage.

Well, uh, actually,
I ate the jellybean.

Ate the sausage, too.

Don't worry, Chels. We can study

with the new study snack-pack.

See? Um, I got a
ruler, some pencils,

and 7 deep-fried
mozzarella sticks.

Mmm!

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

This isn't a ruler.

It's beef jerky
with numbers on it.

Oh, yes! Break
me off 3 inches...

Don't touch my
jerky! Get off my jerky!

Ha!

Look at you two!

Fighting over a meat ruler.

We should go outside, you know?

We should get some
fresh air, exercise.

Ohh... That's too far.

Don't you guys see what
this food's doing to you?

Uhh!

Like what?

Trust me, Chels.
Nothing is wrong...

With us or this delicious food.

Hey, Rae.

Oh, I saw the future,
and it was huge!

It was, like, att*ck
of the giant booties.

Really? What'd you see?

The whole school
was getting fat, Chels.

I'm talkin' about a lot of
junk in the trunk coming.

See, Rae? Now, that
could be your future

if you keep eating
at the food court.

You're right, Chels. I'm
done with the food court.

Starting with these
cheese sticks.

Mmm... Cheese sticks.

Something must be done.

Rae, this is unbelievable.

Come on. Lunch period
ended 2 hours ago,

and they're still packing it in.

These people don't know what
that food is gonna do to them.

Somebody's got
to speak the truth.

People, people!

Listen to me.
Please, listen to me.

Put down the pies.

Do not maximize.
You got to exercise!

Or the scales will rise,
and so will your thighs!

Who wants some fries?!

Yeah! Yeah!

Hall fries?

Yeah. Isn't this great?

Now snack-time is anytime.

What's up with your
face? You're breaking out?

It's just a couple
of zits, ok? Right?

Oh, well, homey, those zits
called a couple of more zits,

and now they're
having a zit soirée.

Y'all sound ridiculous, ok?

I can stop eating
anytime I want.

Eddie!

Hey, it's not mine.

I'm holding it for a friend.

A brother's got to eat.

They voted yes.

Now we're gonna get our
food sent to all the schools!

We're gonna make zillions!
Ha ha ha ha! Oh, I know!

What'd you see?

Oh, my goodness, Chels.

It this school votes
yes to the food court,

then trans-infinity farms
is gonna put food courts

into all schools!

No! We have to stop them.

Yeah, but how?

Cory Baxter enterprises.
Brad speaking.

Mm-hmm. Uh, please hold.

It's William. He
wants his game back.

Tell him... That
I'm in a meeting.

He's in a meeting. Mm-hmm.

He says he can hear it.

Handle it, Brad.

I'm... he's...

And you're...
Up... I'll... Ater...

Chhhhhhhhh!

Nice work.

Anything else?

Oh. I have a report about
the gold rush due tomorrow.

It's worth about half my grade,

so I'm thinking, what,


Hey, maybe even
paint a rock gold.

You know... Wow me.

Uh, sir, I'm...

I'm not very
comfortable with that.

Ok, you can do it at my desk.

No, no, I just meant...

See, I think homework
should be your responsibility.

You just... Think?

Ok. Let's review your résumé.

"Computer skills,

"fluent in French and Spanish,

racquetball."

I don't see anything
here about thinking.

I'm just... I'm just saying that
education is very important,

and if I do your homework,
you won't learn anything.

Listen, I didn't hire
you to give me a lecture.

I got parents for that,

and they don't cost me a dime.

Excuse me?

Mother! Father!

I was just telling Brad here

how much your
wisdom inspires me.

And I was just
telling Cory... I quit.

Brad, buddy... You
can't quit on me.

Sure I can. It's one
of my special skills.

Come on, Brad!

Hey, who's gonna
answer my phones?!

Who's gonna do my chores?!

Who's gonna finish that report?!

Y'all didn't hear that
last part, did you?

Cory, you asked Brad to do
your report on the gold rush?

I guess y'all did hear it.

Cory, it's due tomorrow.

You were supposed to
be working on that all week.

Now what are you gonna do?

Hey, dad. Uh...

You still interested
in that job?

I got an opening.

Cory, get to work.

Yes, ma'am.

Come on, Victor.

Victor.

Couldn't I just ask him
how much the job pays?

Food court is now in session!

All fries for judge foodie!

Students, are you
ready to reach a verdict?

Yes, we are, your honor!

Now, I am sure you're
all going to vote yes

to making the trans-infinity
farms food court

your school's official
nutritional provider.

But, before we can celebrate,

I'm supposed to ask
if anybody objects,

so if there are any kooks,
haters, or weirdoes out there

who are opposed, speak up now.

All right, then. All in favor...

Hey! We object!

Seriously?

Yes, and before you guys
vote, there's a few things

that you need to know
about the food court.

Oh! Like how delicious our new
cheese-pumped chicken chunkies taste?

No, um, like what's
actually in your food.

Yeah, and what it's
doing to us. Yeah.

What it's doing is
making everybody happy.

Uh, how many of you feel good
when you eat food court food?

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, but how many of you feel
sluggish and weak a few minutes later?

Yeah, ok. And how many of you
think your pants are shrinking?

Yeah, they're not.

And how many of you think
your faces are breaking out?

Yeah... they are.

Yeah, guys, but the
food tastes so good.

Yeah, see, that's the thing.

We did a little research.

Research? Ha! That
sounds like school.

You kids want to learn or eat?

With all due respect,
these are my friends,

and I'd like to hear
what they have to say.

They're we're gonna eat.

Well, since we're
in the food court,

we might as well
present the evidence.

First and foremost, trans-infinity
farm is not even a farm.

It's a factory!

Oh, that. Well...

Yeah, that's what farms
look like nowadays. Yeah.

We keep the sun out...
To keep the freshness in.

Well, we took a couple
of samples of the food

and sent it to the science lab,

and this is what we got back.

Here is what a typical
student has put in their body

since the food court
has been in session.

This much salt... Exhibit a.

This much sugar... Exhibit b.

And this much fat.

Exhibit... uhhh!

All right, I think we
have seen enough.

All in favor...

Of hearin' what my
homegirls' got to say,

put your hands up!

Aah! Chels, they're liking it.

Ok, time for our
big finish. I'm on it.

Thank you.

Now, all that
salt, sugar, and fat

makes our bodies want
more salt, sugar, and fat.

Bo-o-oring!

And when we eat more, we
may get bigger and bigger.

You can eat junk
food once in a while,

but if you eat it all the time,

it can make you seriously sick.

The kids are onto
us. It's a disaster.

This is gonna cost us zillions.

But you have the
power to vote no

and make it stop!

Now, that can't be good.

Chels, turn it
off! Make it stop!

To the right! To the right!

Ok, Rae, but I don't
really think it's gonna work.

Chelsea, help! Aah!

Rae, you stop floating and
come down here right now, ok?

Aaaah!

Aaah!

Whoa!

Please! Somebody help me!

Let me down! Aaaah!

Aaaaaah!

I'm ok.

Hey, how you doin'?

Just foodie, I find you guilty

of giving us food
that's bad of us!

Food court... Gotta go!

All fries! Court
is out of session!

Oh, Harold, just drop it!

Yeah, whatever.

Well, guys, I guess it's back
to mystery meat Monday.

Why? Why? I
mean, isn't it possible

to have good food
that's also good for you?

Right on, Rae.

Hey, all in favor of
organically-grown,

macrobiotic
vegetarian lunches...

Now you're just trippin', Chels.

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, how about a salad bar

and maybe some
normal-sized veggie burgers?

Chels, that...

That actually
sounds pretty good.

Hey, wasn't Cory supposed to get

his gold rush
project back today?

Hold up there, mister.

Oh, hey, guys.

Ok. Before I tell
you what grade I got,

remember, I did the
whole thing in one night,

with no help.

"D." "d."

Man, you guys are good.

Well, at least you
did it by yourself.

Yeah, with no help from Brad.

Oh, speaking of
Brad, he called before.

Really? Does he want
to come back to work?

No. He said to watch
the yolanda Jenkins show

at 4:00.

Welcome back.

We're talking to
former assistants

about their abusive bosses.

Judge foodie...

She wasn't even a real judge.

Yeah? At least your boss
wasn't a 12-year-old monster!

That must've been terrible.

Yes. I'm writing
a book about it,

but so far, all I
have is the cover.

My week with the beast.

That sounds abs...

Hey, on the plus side, you know,
that's a pretty good picture of me.

Yeah!