01x06 - Mahjongg Night/Stinky Love

[bunniefuu]

[upbeat music]

♪ You take the moon
and you take the sun ♪

♪ You take everything that
seems like fun ♪

♪ You stir it all up
and when you're done ♪

♪ A-rada-rada-rada-rada-rada ♪

♪ So come on in
feel free to do some looking ♪

♪ Stay awhile 'cause
something's always cooking ♪

♪ Come on in
feel free to do some looking ♪

♪ Stay awhile 'cause
something's always cooking ♪♪♪

Yeah!

[applause and cheers]

[theme music]

[birds chirping in distance]

[creaking]

[claps]

[lights clicking]

[crickets chirping]

[hinges squeaking]

[upbeat music]

[whirring]

[clanks]
Alright, load up

the ingredients.

[ingredients smushing]

[chomping]

[ingredients smushing]
All in!

- Rada rada?
- I'm ready.

[squeaking]

[whirring]

[high-speed slicing]

It is done.

- Rada rada.
- Alright.

Goodnight, Schnitzel!
See you tomorrow!

[squishing]

Wow! Look at all these
meviled eggs we made!

[munching]

Mmm! Oh, it's
just the right amount of metal.

Not too smooth,
not too chunky.

Truly the crown jewel
of hors d'oeuvres.

Can I taste?

[clanks]
Hands off!

The ladies will be here
any minute

to play Mahjongg.

But I didn't get to taste yet.

Uh-uh-uh. These foods
are for the ladies only.

Are you a lady?

If I say yes,
can I have some?

[clang]
You already had dinner!

I need both of you
out of the kitchen now!

[doorbell rings]

[Truffles]
'Oh, the ladies!'

[all chattering]

[gasps]
Oh, so adorable!

[Eempanada]
'I could just eat you up!'

[Eempanada squeals]
Out of the way, Chowder!

I've been waiting all week
for these meviled eggs!

[chomps]

Save some for the rest
of us, Eempanada.

You eat it all again,
and I'm gonna k*ll you.

[Mung Daal]
'Ladies.'

Ladies, ladies.

Ladies.

There's plenty enough here
to satisfy you all.

[quirky music]

Wanna see me do squats?

Out! Out, out, out, out, out!

Out, out, out, out, out!

[Chowder and Mung Daal crash]

- Ladies.
- 'Out!'

I tell you, Chowder, it's not
easy being a babe magnet.

Hey, Mung Daal,
how come Truffles

won't let me eat
the meviled eggs?

'Cause that's what women do!

They keep you from having
what you want.

But it looked so tasty.

And it is. It's the most tasty
hors d'oeuvre ever.

[splashing]

Let me tell you something
about my wife.

And it's important you
understand.

Very important.

[Mung Daal]
'She takes her Mahjongg games
seriously.'

'Very seriously.'

When she plays, she turns
into a beast, a beast I call

Mahjonggasaur.

'You know this great mustache
I have?'

Yeah?

Well, it used
to be part of an even greater

mustache-beard combo.

What happened to the beard?

Truffles said
I was distracting her

from her game, so she
ripped it right off my face.

She broke the combo?

[Mung Daal]
'Yeah.'

[creature trumpeting]

Mahjonggasaur.

Remember, Chowder,
being a professional means

having patience.

Sleep tight,
and tomorrow you can have

all the meviled eggs you want.

Creamy, delicious meviled eggs.

[Mung Daal]
'Goodnight.'

[switch clicks]
Hey, Kimchi, what do you suppose

meviled eggs taste like?

[Kimchi farts]

I'll bet they taste awesome.

[Kimchi farts]

[rips]

[gobbling]

[burps]

Okay, I'm not gonna
think about it...anymore.

Not one more thought.

[popping]

[Chowder screams]
Aah!

Why is it so hot in here?

Meviled, meviled..

M-meviled.

My pillow!

[quirky music]

Whoops! My pillow fell!

Whoops! My pillow fell again.

[door opens]

[Chowder]
'Whoops!'

'Whoops!'

Whoops!

Whoops!

So, my husband
says to me, he says..

"Empanada, does
my eye look swollen?"

Well, normally
it's hard to tell

because he has
those beady eyes.

Mm-hmm. They sure are beady.

[Empanada]
He gets that from his dad's
side of the family.

Six dot?

But when I looked, he was right!

[female #1]
'Too bad.'

His eye was the size
of a yoragel's foot.

I said to him,
"Fredrick," I said..

"What did you
do to your eye?!"

[lady #2]
'Well, he must've
rubbed something in it.'

- That's what I asked him.
- Oh, crack.

[female #1]
'Oh, I need that.'

[Empanada]
I asked, "honey, did you rub
something in it?"

- 'What'd he say?'
- 'Said he didn't.'

Well, to make a long story
short, it turns out

he's allergic
to the color puce!

Hmm, my husband became
allergic, too.

He throws up whenever
he looks at me.

[music fades]

Hey!
I thought I heard something.

[snoring]

Don't get too distracted,
Truffles.

I want you to see when
I beat you this hand.

Oh, you will not beat me!

The only beating you
will see is your own!

[Empanada]
'How 'bout we agree
that I beat you both?!'

Unacceptable!

[crashing]

What'd I tell you
about coming in here?!

Don't mind me, ladies.

I was just looking for my-- Oh!

Here it is. My workout gear.

Yeah, got to stay buff,
you know?

Oh, yeah.

[grunting]

Oh, that's a good burn.

- Honey?
- Hmm?

[rips]

[weakly]
Ladies.

[quirky music]

[clapping]
Meviled eggs!

[chomps]

Huh!
It's crunchier than I expected.

[crunching, gulps]

I want more!

Ha! Mahjongg!

[laughs]
I-- Hmm?

[chomping]

[gulps]

[burping]

[creature trumpeting]

[Chowder screaming]

[clicking]

Rats! I guess those weren't
meviled eggs, huh?

[Kimchi farts]

Hey, I bet if I go
down and apologize

Truffles will reward me
for being so professional.

Now, that's some
good thinking, Chowder.

[flaps]

Weird.

Someone accidentally blocked up
my door.

Hmm.

[crickets chirping]

Hey, kid!

What the heck
are you doing up there?

I'm going to apologize

so Truffles will give me
meviled eggs!

Oh. Well, good luck with that.

[quirky music]

♪ Meviled eggs ♪

♪ Gonna get me some
meviled eggs ♪

[Chowder]
♪ Meviled eggs ♪

♪ Gonna get me some
meviled eggs ♪♪♪

[slurping]

[spits out]
Pbht!

[inhales sharply]

[whooshing]

[splash]

[splats]

[inhales sharply]

[blowing]

[thudding]

[loud thudding]
Do you hear that?

[thudding continues]

The only thing I hear
is the sound of me winning

this hand!

Mahjongg!

Now, I told y'all not
to throw down an eight.

She obviously needed the eight.

But no, no, no, no, no.
Y'all never listen to me.

Alright, Truffles,
show us your--

[glass shatters]

[thudding and shattering]

[wind gushing]
Hey, Truffles,
I'm sorry about earlier

so can I have an egg now?

[splats]

Uh-oh.

[Chowder screaming]

[clicking]

I guess I should go
to sleep now, huh?

[Kimchi farts]

Well, I am a professional,
after all.

Goodnight, Kimchi.

[Kimchi farts]

[mid-tempo music]

I want meviled eggs!

[grunting]

[chains clanking]

[wall crackling]

What, what is that
stupid look on your face?

What look?

[Truffles]
'Oh, you think'

'you're gonna win this hand.'

You are wrong!
Wrong times three!

Ooh, that's
a whole lot of wrong.

[loud thud, chains clinking]

Meviled eggs!

[thudding]

[smashing]

[door smashes]
Meviled eggs!

[thudding]

You can't beat this hand,
Truffles.

[thudding]
Meviled eggs! Meviled eggs!

Meviled eggs!

Guess what I'm about to say?

What?! No, don't say it!

[thudding]

Here it comes!

Don't say it!

[thudding]

Mevi-I-I-il!

Mahjongg!

[loud crash]

[laughing]
Meviled eggs!

[coins clattering]

Game over! I win!

[pleasant music]

Take care, ladies.

Goodnight, Truffles.

Goodnight.
Mwah! see you next week.

Get home safely.

[door creaking]

Are you gonna make
me grow a beard, so-so you

can tear it off?

No, honey.

Here. For you.

Finally.

[squishing]

[gulps]

[belches]
That's disgusting!

[quirky music]

[theme music]

[Kimchi snoring]

[farts]

Why, yes, I would
love thirds, thank you.

[sniffing]

Good morning, Kimchi.

Who wants some breakfast?
who wants some breakfast?

I do! Some for me..

[chomping]

And some for you.

[clatters]

Come on, Schnitzel, you
got to really knead the dough!

I want to be able
to taste the elbow.

[Kimchi farts]

[sizzling]

Rada rada rada.

Oh, Schnitzel,
that's just Kimchi's way

of saying he likes you.

Wanna see Kimchi's way
of saying he has to go potty?

Chowder, why don't
you take Kimchi and go pick up

some clabbages for me?

[swoosh]
Got it!

[Kimchi farts]
Come on, Kimchi!

What smells some
people can put up with!

[wings flapping]
Tell me about it.

[jolly music]

♪ Clabbages clabbages ♪

♪ Got to get some more
clabbages ♪♪♪

[slurping]

[boink]

[ding]

Can I help you?

That looks good.

Yeah, it is.

[slurps]

You gonna stare at me all day?

- Is that chocolate?
- Yeah.

- I like chocolate.
- Good for you.

Look, kid,
don't make me call the po--

[Chowder]
'Kimchi likes chocolate, too.'

[Kimchi farting]

Aw, crud.

Well, now you ruined it
with your stink!

What am I gonna tell my wife,
huh?

What am I gonna tell my wife?!

Stupid stink cloud. This
used to be a nice part of town.

[clattering]

[Gaspacho]
You know how you
can tell these are fresh?

- See the green ones?
- Yeah?

The green ones are fresh.

- These?
- 'No!'

[Gaspacho]
'Those are obviously'

'yellow-green!

'No.'

'No!'

'Ye-- no. N-- No.

'Yes! Now,
pick that up and smell it.'

Ooh, the other end.

[sniffing]

[Kimchi farts]

[coughing]

[splat]

- Oh, dear. Hello, Chowder.
- Hi, Gaspacho.

I came to pick up
some clabbages.

Chowder, you know
you're my...little dude, right?

Right.

But I, uh, made the sign
for a reason.

Oh. sorry.

Come on, Kimchi.

[man groans]

[Kimchi farts]

[water trickling]

Don't worry, Kimchi.

Even though everyone says
you stink, I still like you.

[Kimchi farts]

I've got the clabbages!

Oh, great!

W-what are you wearing?

Chowder, do you
know what tradition means?

Is it one of those
things where I have to leave

the room while
you talk about it?

No, tradition
is the tucked-in napkin

in the shirt of society.

So why are you
wearing those clothes?

We got an order
for a traditional

upper-highland mafial furthalaga
dish. Clabbage Cobbler.

Whoo!

And tradition
dictates that we must wear

the traditional upper-highland
mafial furthalaga ensemble.

- Rada rada rada?
- No.

It doesn't
make your butt look big.

Why do you care, anyway?

First, we stew up the clabbages
to make them nice and stinky.

Then we load them into the
traditional clabbage smasher!

[clanks]

[groaning]
Rada!

You think it smells bad now,
wait till we add

the traditional
glumburger cheese!

[sniffs]

[distorts]

Sometimes it's hard
to tell the difference

between good cheese
and bad feet.

[both crying]

[tears splattering]

And finally, some
traditional tears!

[poof]

[Mung Daal coughs]
It peels the skin off
your eyeballs, doesn't it?

[coughing]

[wheezes]

[sniffing]

[Kimchi farts]

[romantic ring]

[Mung Daal inhales]
Aah.

Now, while this ferments,
we must perform

the traditional
upper mafial furthalaga dance!

[up-tempo music]

Hey, Kimchi's doing
the dance, too!

[Kimchi farting]

Kimchi, no!

What's he doing?!

[swoosh]

[Kimchi farting]

Kimchi!

My cobbler!

Rada! rada rada!

[Kimchi farting]

Oh, dear, this isn't part
of the tradition.

Schnitzel, you got
to get him down.

[Mung Daal]
'Careful, Schnitzel, you'll
hurt the dish!'

[gasps]
kimchi!

Wait, chowder!

[wind whistling]

Kimchi, you gotta
come back down.

[Chowder gasps]
A nest?

[Kimchi farting]

Chowder, is the cobbler okay?!

Yes, but I'm leaving it
with Kimchi!

- What?
- I think they're in love!

Chowder, I
understand being in love

with a cobbler
more than anyone

but we've got
a customer who expects

the dish to be love-free!

But the dish makes him happy!

Don't worry, I'll make sure
nothing happens to it.

Schnitzel, you got any ideas?

No! No more rocks!

[thuds]
Everything is rocks with you.

Just go up and get it!

[quirky music]

[panting]

Rada.

[gulps]

[chain clanking]

[wobbling]

[Mung Daal]
'Schnitzel, just
don't think about falling!'

Or slipping!

[creaking]

'Or plummeting!'

'Or gravity!'

'Or losing your balance!'

'And especially
don't think about --'

Rada! Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!

Oh!

[clinking]

[grunting]

[Mung Daal]
'Okay, now, don't think'

'about losing your grip!'

'Or how sweaty your hands are!'

- Hey, Schnitzel!
- Aah!

Darn, I thought he
was gonna keep us company.

[Schnitzel screaming]

[groans]

[screaming]

[crash]

[door slams open]
What's with all the yelling?

Well, you see--

I don't wanna hear it.

Just nah-nah-nah-nah-- stop!

Don't worry, honey.
Your he-man is gonna handle it.

I don't have time
to wait for him.

You do it.

[quirky music]

[groaning]

[panting]

[groaning]

[grunts]
Whoa!

[panting]

[Austrian accent]
Hello!

My order of clabbage cobbler
is ready, yes?

I hop on leg all the way here,
as is tradition.

Oh, yes...tradition.

Even though it goes
against tradition, the dish

won't be ready until
tomorrow morning.

[slam]

You're kidding, man.

I been hopping
for like six hours.

I'm sorry.
We'll have it for you tomorrow.

Okay.

When you get down,
you're getting

such a bump on the noggin!

If you get hungry,
don't eat the cobbler!

Eat some bricks or something!

[quirky music]

[Chowder]
'Wow!'

The city is so pretty
from up here.

Kimchi, come look at--

[Kimchi farting]

[romantic jazz music]

[wind whistling]

Shoo! Shoo! Get away! Get away!

Don't worry, Kimchi.
Your love is safe

as long as I'm up here.

[Kimchi farts]

Okay.

I'm gonna give you two
some privacy.

[Kimchi farting]

[yawns]

Goodnight, Kimchi.

[snoring]

[bottles clanking]

[gulping]

[door slams]

[grunting]

[panting]

[grunting]

[poof]

[giggling]

[snoring]

[birds chirping]

Whoa! Eggs!

Somebody brought me breakfast!

[chomping]
Huh?

[egg crackling]

[Chowder gasps]
It's a mini clabbage cobbler!

[eggs wobbling, crackling]

[popping]

[sizzling]

Kimchi! Kimchi!
Look, it's a miracle!

[sparkling]

[teeth chattering]

[farts]

[thuds]

[Kimchi snoring]

I guess miracles
make Kimchi sleepy.

Mung Daal, look, look!

The big stinky cobbler made
a lot of little cobblers!

[chomping]

Incredible!

- Are there any more of these?
- Oh, yeah.

[quirky music]

[Truffles]
'Mini cobblers!'

Come get 'em while they're
little and stinky!

Come again.

[groans]
Unh, rada.

Thank you for your patience.

[Austrian accent]
No, thank you!

In upper highland
mafial hill furthalaga

we have a saying
about patience.

"It is good to be patient."

[Kimchi farts]

Well, Kimchi, as a ladies' man
myself, I can tell you

'tis better to have loved

and lost than never
to have loved at all.

What does that mean?

It means love stinks.

There you are, darling.

I know a nice casserole
that's just your type.

[Kimchi farts]

I wanted to surprise you
with breakfast.

Are you surprised?
Are you, huh? Are you?

Uh, yes, "surprise"
is one way to say it.

I knew it! I'm doing
everything you taught me to do.

Always use
the best ingredients.

My solid-gold mixer!

Always use your common sense.

My scented candles!

And, last but not least,
put a little of yourself

in every dish.

[splat]
Yuck!

You don't know
what you're missin'..

If you aren't in the kitchen!