01x14 - The Bruised Bluenana/Shnitzel and the Lead Farfel

[bunniefuu]

[theme song]

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Radda radda radda
r-r-radda radda ♪

♪ So come on in ♪

♪ Feel free to do some looking ♪

♪ Stay a while 'cause
something's always cooking ♪

♪ Come on in ♪

♪ Feel free to do some looking ♪

♪ Stay a while 'cause
something's always cooking ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

[Mung]
'Ladies would love it.'

'Oh, yeah!'

[Chowder]
'Food? Anyone, food?'

[intro music]

[instrumental music]

[Panini]
'Smart,'

'manly,'

sophisticated.

What more could a girl want?

Time to catch me my man.

Hey, Gazpacho. I got a need to
feed! What's lookin' good today?

Besides my stylin'
new gentlemen's bouffant?

It's just like a ladies'
bouffant, but for gentlemen.

Well, mother likes it.

Let's see. I'm in
the mood for some.. Hmm..

- Fish?
- No, something more like.. Ah!

- Hi..
- I'm not your boyfriend!

[screaming]

I love you, num-nums.

[screaming]

I really do.

Gazpacho, help!

I'm being held hostage
by a madwoman!

Oh, my gosh! A madwoman!

[instrumental music]

splash

What do you want
from me, Panini?

I just want to look at you.

Gazpacho, I need to beat
it quicker than I thought!

How's about a piece
of my heart?

[screaming]
No!

Come here!

thud

[screaming]

- Chowder, stop!
- What?

You're bruising the bluenanas!

The bluenanas? Oh, my gosh!

Bluenanas, I'm so sorry.

You know I would never do
anything to hurt you.

My blue, sweet fruit babies.

Did you say, "Babies?"

Let me take a look, kid.

Ooh. That's a big bruise.

[crying]
No, no, no!

I didn't mean it!

Chowder, what did you
do to our baby?

Our baby?

We have to nurse it
back to health.

- We?
- What?

- You said, "We."
- Said "We what?"

- Who said what?
- She said, "We."

- You?
- Me?

- No, me.
- We?

- Who?
- I don't even know anymore.

Chowder, our baby
bluenana is sick.

We have no choice but
to be responsible parents

and help it heal, together.

- We?
- Huh, not again.

- I'm putting a stop to this.
- Please do.

Our love will heal this baby.

There's no love between us!

Don't say that
in front of the baby.

The baby doesn't have ears.

[gasps]
Shh!

Now, hurry, future husband.
There's no time to lose.

Uh, how long is it
gonna take to heal?

- Hopefully, weeks.
- Weeks? Bye, Gazpacho.

Guess I'll see ya
in a few weeks.

No worries, buddy.
I'll be waiting right here..

...where there's no women.

pop pop pop

Oh, Chowder. You make such
a handsome baby daddy.

Have a super day at work,
number one dad.

[giggling]

[stammering]

[door slams]

[instrumental music]

Bye.

Bye.

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring,
ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

Hello. Mm-hmm.
Okay, I'll tell her.

Miss Endive says she needs
you in her kitchen.

Oh, um, okay.
Well, see you later.

[gasps]
Oh, wait, I forgot to tell you.

Don't worry, because
I'll be right back.

So if you need me for anything,
remember, I'll be right back.

[snaps fingers]
Right back.

Do you need me yet?
I mean, for the baby.

- Bye!
- Okay, bye.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

No, Panini, we're fine.

Okay. Phew!

Mung, are women always
this emotionally draining?

No, not at all.

[creaks]

[sniffs]
Ah!

[gasps]
Mung, what am I gonna do?

Panini's gonna
keep coming around

as long as our pretend baby
has a bruise on it!

[instrumental music]

- Thanks, Shnitzel.
- Radda, radda.

Well, you know
what you got to do.

No, she'll still find you.
Women can smell fear.

What you got to do is heal that
bluenana as fast as you can.

Heal the bluenana? Huh..

What makes you feel better
when you're sick?

[children]
'Hot soup!'

[instrumental music]

Oh, no!

[children]
'Massage!'

thud thud thud

Maybe I didn't do it enough.

thud thud thud

thud

Oh, no!

[children]
'Bed rest!'

♪ Lullaby and goodnight ♪

♪ My pretend bluenana baby ♪

♪ Please get better
very quickly ♪

♪ So Panini will stop
bothering me all the time ♪

♪ La la la la ♪

splat

[snoring]

Hello, Chowder.

Diggin' the new beard.

[slurping]
Huh?

Bluenana?

[gasping]

What did you say,
daddy num-nums?

- What? Nothing.
- How's our baby?

- Fine.
- Did it miss me?

- Nope.
- Is it feeling better?

- Yep. All better. Go home.
- I wanna see it.

- It said, "No visitors."
- Chowder! Let me see our baby!

[screaming]
What did you do to our baby?

I didn't mean to--

It's obvious
you're a bad parent

and you're not equipped to take
care of this baby unsupervised.

Come here.

For the sake of our baby

I must never, ever leave
your side until it's healed.

Capiche?

[gentle music]

Did you ever notice
the baby has your eyes?

Uh, they're beautiful.
Just like you.

Touch. Chowder, stop!

You're making the baby cry.

You better make it happy,
or else it won't heal.

[squeaking]

Is the baby healed now?

Now it needs to be fed.

- How about now?
- Almost.

Kiss the baby.

You promise that'll heal it?

I promise.

- Now close your eyes.
- What for?

To heal the stinkin'
baby, Chowder!

Oh, right.

smooch smooch

You're the best, daddy-bear.

[screaming]

No!

Why don't you love me anymore?

I just don't.

[screaming]


splash

- 'Uh, Chowder?'
- 'Yeah?'

'It's a little tight in here.'

pop

Oof! So, uh, you gonna tell me
what happened to the shirt?

Well..

It all started when I was

walking through
the farmer's market.

[Chowder]
And I stopped to pick
some belly button lint.

And I tasted it, but I
thought it needed some salt.

So I salted it, and then
it tasted really good.

[Gazpacho]
Somebody fast-forward!
There's no time.

[Chowder]
And then I said, "We."
And Panini said, "What?"

And I said, "You said we."

And Panini said,
"Said we what?"

And you said, "Who said
what?" And I said--

[Gazpacho]
Keep going!

[stammering]
Uh, you see that?

You went too far and
now you gotta go back.

[Chowder]
And then you said, "So,
uh, you gonna tell me

what happened to the shirt?"

And I got embarrassed
and covered myself.

Ah. I get it now.

You know, mother always says
that when a woman pretends

like she has a fruit baby with
you and jumps into your cloak

and you can't get away,
there's only one thing to do.

No. Women can smell fear.

Ah, nuts.

[instrumental music]

Chowder, Chowder.

Chowder, come home!

Baby misses you.

I miss you.

I missed you so much..

...it hurts.

[sobbing]

Oh, hey, Panini.

- Guess what?
- You love me?

Ew, no. We're off the hook.

I found the baby's real mother.

[instrumental music]

[chuckles]
Oh, my baby.

Thank you..

...for taking care of...him.

It's an "it."

If you were really its
mother, you'd know that.

Give me that baby!
Give me that baby!

Hold up. Let's just
get one thing straight..

...right here, right now.

[upbeat music]

- Thanks, Shnitzel.
- Radda, radda.

Ain't nothin' coming
between me and my baby.

Chow-Chowder.. Chowder man?

[hissing]

[screaming]

I'm scared, Chowder.

I'm scared, too, Mr. Tummy.

And take that!
And that! And that!

Oh! Oh, my gosh! My baby!

Hey! It's not a pretend
mom, it's a real mom.

- The real mom?
- The real mom?

Look what you've
done to my baby!

Mother, is that you?

[coughing]

T-take me away from
these awful people!

You two should be
ashamed of yourselves.

[wailing]

[instrumental music]

Um, okay..

...well, bye.

[sobbing]

I knew it! You do love me!

[Chowder]
'I'm not your boyfriend!'

[sighs]
Music to my ears.


[intro music]

[instructor]
'And a one and two and three'

'and four and five
and six and seven--'

Come on, Chowder. It's important
that a chef stay in shape.

Do you think lookin'
this good comes easy?

[people screaming]

I can't..

[gasps]
I can't touch my toes.

What you need
is some motivation.

But you'll need to sweat
for your sweets.

Fresh-baked toenuts.

[groaning]

[Mung]
'No tongue, Chowder!'

How come Shnitzel's
not exercising with us?

He doesn't need to. Shnitzel
is the strongest guy I know.

Radda radda.

[Mung]
'I've seen him lift things'

that would melt your brain.

Chowder?

'Was that your spine?'

Toenuts..

[instructor]
'And we're done.'

Good work today, boys.
See you next week.

Goodbye!

Buns are ready!

I wanna be on bun duty

and I want more toenuts!

You can have another
toenut, but those buns

are too big for you to handle.

Shnitzel, if you would.

Radda. Ra-radda radda.

[Mung]
'Only Shnitzel is strong enough
to lift the buns of steel.'

[Chowder]
'I've never seen
buns that big.'

I have, but let's leave
Truffles' mother out of this.

- What was that?
- Nothing. Nothing, dear.

Are you talking about
my mom's heinie?

No, no. Of course, not.
Why would I be?

Because she has
a ginormous tush, that's why!

swoosh

Okay, Shnitzel, time to
grab my enormous buns!

Ra-dda! Radda.
R-radda radda radda.

[cheering]

thud

Ay-yi-yi..

I think he's dead.

[groaning]

No, he's fine. See?

[groaning]

thud

Okay, now he's dead.

- Ra-da da..
- No..

[groaning]

thud

[Shnitzel groaning]

Um, Shnitzel..

thud

Uh, Shnitzel?

[Shnitzel groaning]

thud

[groaning]

Shnitzel..

What just happened?

[panting]

You're all squishy.

Like a big marshmallow!

- Radda!
- Gah.

You do not taste
like a marshmallow.

Radda, radda.

Shnitzel, have you gone soft?

Radda. Radda radda radda!

R-radda radda radda!

Calm down, calm down.

There's an easy way
to prove this is just a fluke.

The pickle-jar test!

[grunting]

Please, open it for me,
Shnitzel.

[instrumental music]

[gasping]

[screaming]

Look, I'm stronger
than Shnitzel!

Radda radda radda!

[whimpering]

Well, you're no help to me
in the kitchen like this.

Maybe there's something
else you're good at

beside lifting things.

- What about--
- Nah.

- Maybe you could--
- Nah.

- There's always--
- Nah.

- 'He could--'
- 'Nah.'

- What about--
- Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-nah.

Nah.

I think Chowder's
got a point, Shnitzel.

We got to get
you back in shape.

And there's only one
good way to do it.

[Mung]
'Humiliation.'

So, you dare challenge
the dread Lead Farfel?

I will crush you like
the worthless worm you are!

- But he's just a baby.
- Then he will surely fail.

I just wanted directions
to the library, jerk.

Flee in terror!

Your shame will devour
you from within.

[blows raspberry]

Behold the dreaded Lead Farfel

[Mung]
'the heaviest object
in Marzipan City.'

Only the strongest
of the strong can lift him.

Look at this, Chowder.
You see these lines?

'Stop eating the lines!'

Each line represents how far
the last person was able

to carry the farfel.

Hey, this one says, "Shnitzel."

Shnitzel! Have you come
to gloat on victories past?

No. Shnitzel's
totally weak now.

He can't even lift
a pickle jar.

[groaning]

[laughing]

Can't even lift a pickle jar.

How does that make
you feel, little man?

[Lead Farfel]
'Does it burn you with shame?'

[sniffing]
Ahhh.

I can smell your failure.
It's most delicious aroma.

[groaning]

Use that shame, Shnitzel!
Be its master.

Poke it in the gut.
Call it, "Grandpa."

We'll whup that mushy body
of yours back into shape

and when you can move the farfel

you will once more be strong.

Regain your former
glory, Shnitzel

or be squashed like a bug.

[chuckles]
I like that bug part, man.
That's what I think.

[Mung Daal]
'No more eclairs for you.'

You need rocks in your diet.

[whirring]

[growling]

[munching]

[shattering]

[panting]

Yes, yes.

Stronger, you are getting.

Silly, you are talking.

[whistling]

[panting]

The weather sure is weird
today, isn't it?

[screaming]

Don't give up now,
Shnitzel. Mung was right.

You just need
some more humiliation.

And then you can do it.

Maybe a poke with my pity
stick will help.

Chowder, stop poking him.

Sometimes when you're down

you just need a good kick
in the pants.

[groans]

Oh..

- Like this?
- No, put your back into it.

Like this! That's it.

- So, this is helping him?
- Shame always helps, Chowder.

He'll need a lot of shame.
He's weak as a baby.

- A poopy baby.
- Weaker.

Look!

[grunting]

[groaning]

thud thud thud

[gasping]
Gah!

Come on, Chowder.

I've got some
pity cake in the fridge.

Oh, good. My stomach
is aching with pity.

Who's mommy's strong
little baby?

You are. Yes, you are.

[growling]

[instrumental music]

thud thud thud

[shatters]

Radda!

Holy moly! Did you see
what happened to Steve?

[instrumental music]

You! Have you come to
cry some more, baby?

[Lead Farfel]
'Boo-hoo-hoo.. I'm a baby.'

And I wear diaper. Ooh, looky.
Ooh, the diaper filled.

Ooh, I need some changing.

Why-a do you wear a diaper?

No. See, I was pretending
to be this guy.

Whatever, diaper-wearer.

I hate you, man.

- Radda!
- Let's do it.

- Don't do it!
- You're not ready.

Ew! He still feels
a little smooshy.

- He's gonna die.
- 'Think positive.'

Maybe he'll only
be horribly mutilated.

[laughing]
Tubby is right.
You're gonna get squashed!

After you die, can
I have your apron?

[growling]
Radda!

Please?

[inhaling deeply]

[groaning]

I can't look!

I can. Pass the potato salad.

No, Shnitzel. You're too
delicate. Give up!

Oh. Have you started yet?
I-I couldn't tell.

[laughing]

Doesn't feel like a thing.

[groaning]

[instrumental music]

You're gonna die!

[rumbling]

[laughing]

[grunting]

[gasping]

[laughing]

thud thud thud

I don't believe it.

You made the potato salad
with mustard.

You know I prefer mayonnaise.

Hey, hey. Put me down.
I'm afraid of heights!

- Oh, come on, man!
- You are almost there!

Try not to think about pooping!

- Radda!
- 'Just a few more steps!'

thud

[Lead Farfel]
'Come on, dude. Put me down!'

[guffawing]

thud thud

[instrumental music]

[screaming]

[thudding]

Mung, I'm hungry.
Can I have another banana?

[screaming]

boom

[birds chirping]

Final distance, 6 inches..

...backwards.

[laughing]

Once again, the weak
have been crushed, baby.

[groaning]

Shnitzel, I can't say how
proud you've made me.

'Cause then I'd
sound all girly.

You did it, Shnitzel!
He did it, Mung!

He did it, he did it,
he did it, he did it.

He did it, he did it, he did it,
he did it, he did it, he did it!

Now there's just
one final thing.

Radda..

[instrumental music]

You can do it, Shnitzel.

[panting]

[grunting]

[shattering]

- Way to go!
- You opened the pickle jar!

Radda, radda.. Radda,
radda.. Radda, radda.

Well, now that
you're strong again

you can clean up this mess.

[whining]
Radda!

Shnitzel, what color
is the Universe?

What if the sky
smelled like fish?

[Chowder]
'Who designed our brains?'

'What comes after
the letter, "Z?"'

Do you believe
in alternate dimensions?

Do you believe in ghosts?

Do you believe
in alternate ghosts?

Shnitzel, how much wood
can a woodchuck chuck

if a woodchuck
could chuck wood?

'Shnitzel, what makes you cry?'

[instrumental music]

chomp