02x13 - The Snail Car/The Lollistops

[bunniefuu]

Mung daal: ♪ you take the

Moon, and you take the sun ♪

Chowder: ♪ you take

Everything that seems like fun ♪

Truffles: ♪ you stir it all

Up, and when you're done ♪

Shnitzel: ♪ radda radda radda

R-r-radda radda ♪

All: ♪ 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 ]

[ Car backfires ]

[ Honk! ]

[ Honk! ]

[ Honk! ]

[ Honk! ]

[ Gasping ]

[ Hacking ]

Mung daal: you've got to be

Kidding.

[ Hacking continues ]

[ Splat! ]

Mung daal: oh, this old girl

Is a hunk of junk.

Chowder: don't say that,

Mung.

Escargot is the best snail car

In the world.

Look how the air conditioner

Gets all sweaty...

[ Laughs ]

...and how the floors are all

Covered in pimples...

Shnitzel: ew, radda.

Chowder: ...and how the seats

Fold up when you don't want them

To.

[ Snap! ]

And the coolest part is how she

Falls asleep while you're

Driving.

[ Snoring ]

Mung daal: oh, no.

Whoa!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

[ Both scream ]

[ Rip! ]

[ Squish! ]

That was one ugly painting.

Chowder: mung!

Mung daal: ugh!

It won't budge.

[ Blink! ]

Chowder: ugh! Ugh!

Ugh!

Ugh!

[ Tires screech ]

Mung daal: good work,

Chowder.

[ Gasps ]

Chili con carne!

You know, sometimes, I think

This is a terrible place for a

Giant meat grinder.

But then I'm like, "nah."

Mung daal: abandon snail!

[ Whoosh! ]

Shnitzel: radda?

Radda!

[ Squish! ]

[ Ding! ]

[ Crash! ]

Uck!

Mung daal: that's it!

We're going shopping.

Chowder: oh, boy, shopping!

Hey, mung, why are we at the

Snail car dealership?

Mung daal: oh, no reason.

Chowder: oh, okay.

Shnitzel: [ straining ]

Ugh!

Phew.

[ Horse whinnying ]

Ooh, radda.

Mung daal: yes, they have

Quite a selection -- four-wheel

Drive...

Sore-wheel drive...

Ouch!

Ow!

Mung daal: they've even got

Snail-u.v.s.

[ Whistle! Munch! Munch! ]

[ Whistle! Munch! Munch! ]

But we just need something

Simple, something to get us from

Point "a" to...

[ Gasps ]

Great-grandpa's cornflakes!

A new s-86 sports snail with

Neon running lights, dual rear

Slug flaps, triple snow-cone

Dispensers, global fajita-cheese

Locator, satellite snail-dio,

Top-of-the-line snail-trail

Drift package, and a trampoline.

[ Boing! Boing! Boing! Boing! ]

[ Ka-ching! ]

Say hello to our new snail car.

[ Car alarm deactivates ]

Shnitzel: oh, radda.

Chowder: great idea.

Escargot needs a friend.

[ Blink! ]

'Cause even snail cars get

Lonely, right, old girl?

Shnitzel: uh, radda.

[ Muffled ]

Excuse me.

How many n's in "abandoned"?

Chowder: two.

[ Spraying ]

Hey, wait a minute.

One.

[ Boing! ]

Hey, wait a minute.

You're getting rid of escargot?

Mung daal: no, no, no, no,

No, no.

I'm getting rid of her for

Something better.

Chowder: but where will

Escargot go?

Mung daal: to a beautiful

Farm in the country, where she

Can be with all the other old

Snail cars before they're

Recycled and sold for scrap.

Chowder: what?!

Mung daal: it's how the world

Works, chowder.

Eventually, everything gets

Replaced by something new.

Truffles: ooh, that's nice.

I like that one.

[ Engine revs ]

Chowder: you're coming back

Home tonight, girl.

I promise.

[ Coughs ]

[ Growls, munches ]

[ Gulps, belches ]

[ Shatter! ]

[ Crash! ]

[ Pop! ]

[ Shatter! ]

Chowder: there.

With all those dishes breaking,

There's no way mung heard us

Sneak in.

[ Crying ]

Chowder: don't worry.

I won't let him get rid of you

Again.

You're just gonna have to lay

Low for awhile.

Now, if I were a good hiding

Place, where would I be?

Too small.

Too gross.

Too cozy.

Too hungry.

I know.

The first place mung would look

Is the last place he'd expect.

[ Beeping ]

[ Alarm blares ]

[ Whoosh! ]

[ Clack! ]

[ Baseball bat c*ck ]

[ Thud! ]

[ Whoosh! ]

[ Car alarm deactivates ]

Mung daal: chowder?

What are you doing here?

Chowder: nothing.

Mung daal: you're just out in

The garage in the middle of the

Night swollen into the shape of

A snail car?

Chowder: uh-huh.

Mung daal: oh.

Well, good night then.

I'll see you in the morn-- a

Scratch!

[ Gasps ]

On my new s-86.

[ Warble! ]

[ Spits ]

Ooh, ooh, ooh.

[ Clanking ]

Chowder: [ straining ] it was

An accident.

[ Cre-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-ak! ]

[ Pop! ]

Mung daal: escargot!

Chowder: you can't get rid of

Her.

She's family.

Mung daal: she's a menace!

Chowder: didn't you ever cook

A dish you were proud of, and

You thought it was gonna be

Good, but no one wanted to eat

It?

Mung daal: yeah, I threw it

Down the garbage disposal.

Escargot has got to go, and

That's final.

Chowder: no, I love her!

She's way better than that dumb

Sports snail!

Mung daal: [ gasps ]

Blasphemy!

[ Zip! Snap! ]

[ Smooching ]

This is a precision driving

Machine, and I'll prove it.

My car against your dried-up

Lemon in a race down

Salisbury hill.

If escargot wins, you get to

Keep her.

And if I win, she goes.

Ha!

Oh, and, chowder, you're just a

Child.

How are you gonna win the race

If you don't even know how to

Drive?

[ Laughs evilly ]

Chowder: oh, I may not be

Able to drive, but I know

Someone who can...maybe.

Thanks for being my driver,

Gazpacho.

Driver?

I thought you said "diver."

I've never actually been behind

A wheel.

Mother says driving is for punks

And people of ill temperament.

Chowder: you can do this.

Just follow the lines on the

Road.

Hmph.

Hmm, what's his problem?

[ Engine turns over, revving ]

Mung daal: see you in the

Rearview mirror!

Truffles: all right, let's do

It!

[ Engine revs, tires screech ]

Chowder: what are you waiting

For?

Seat belt.

[ Click! ]

Tighter.

[ Click! ]

Tighter.

[ Crank! ]

[ Pop! ]

Perfect.

[ Creak! Thud! ]

[ Creak! Thud! ]

Shnitzel: aah, radda!

Mung daal: [ yawning ] relax,

Shnitzel.

It's an s-86.

It practically drives itself.

[ Thud! ]

[ Thud! ]

Chowder: you got to turn the

Wheel, gazpacho.

No, no, no, I ain't turning

Nothing.

The wheel must be like that, mm,

For a reason.

Chowder: turn it!

Turn the wheel now!

Honestly, I wouldn't even

Know where to start.

Chowder: [ sighs ]

Never mind, I got it.

[ Creak! ]

Gazpacho! Wheel! Now!

Ugh!

Am I doing it?

Ugh!

Hey, I'm steering.

I'm steering, everyone!

[ Snoring ]

[ Whoosh! ]

[ Both screaming ]

[ Crash! ]

Chowder: great steering,

Gazpacho.

We're in the lead.

Shnitzel: radda, radda,

Radda, radda, radda.

Mung daal: shouting and

Pointing isn't helping,

Shnitzel.

Now, pressing buttons -- that's

Something useful.

Let's kick it into turbo.

[ Whir! ]

[ Beeping ]

[ Whirring ]

[ Zoom! ]

[ Whoosh! ]

Do someth-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ing!

Shnitzel: [ straining ]

[ Buzz! ]

[ Zoom! ]

[ Both screaming ]

[ Crash! ]

Chowder: sorry, everyone.

We -- we lost.

But you did your best, girl.

And that's all anyone could ask

For.

Well, that and a million

Dollops.

I guess you could ask for that.

I'm-a -- I'm done with

Driving and steering and

Standing...

[ Grunts ]

[ Honk! ]

...and sitting.

Mung daal: I think it's

Pretty clear who won here today.

So say goodbye to escargot and

Say hello to the s-86.

Chowder: uh, mung, I don't

Think he's ever coming back.

[ Zoom! Zoom! ]

[ Zoom! Zoom! ]

Mung daal: [ gasps ]

[ Crying ]

Goodbye, s-86.

Chowder: hello, escargot.

[ Slurp! ]

Mung daal: welcome back, old

Girl.

Chowder: [ screaming ]

[ Whirring ]

Mung daal: boy, they must be

Digging for gold in there.

Truffles: well, I hope they

Find some.

I forgot my checkbook.

Chowder: get away from me!

Aah!

Mung daal: chowder, calm

Down.

The dentist is all done with

You.

Chowder: yeah, but he still

Hasn't caught the bear!

[ All scream ]

And-a stay out!

Ha, bears.

Say, chowder, aren't you

Forgetting something?

Chowder: uh, thank you?

[ Smooches ]

Oh, no, you little-a scamp.

You forgot your lollistop.

Chowder: my wha-a-a-a-t?

Your lollistop, child.

You get it for being such a good

Little trooper.

Chowder: I get that just for

Coming here?

Yes, sir.

Yes, you do.

[ Laughs ]

See you in six months, kid.

Keep brushing.

Mung daal: come on, chowder.

Chowder: this is the best

Place in the world!

[ Slurping ]

Mung daal: ♪ I dream of

Jeanie with the light brown

Hair ♪

[ Clank! ]

Truffles: who's jeanie?

Mung daal: I don't know.

It's just a song.

Truffles: you keep it that

Way.

Chowder: hey,

Mr. Mung-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-

A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ah!

Can I have another?

Mung daal: uh, what was that?

Chowder: lollistop go

Bye-bye.

Baby want more.

Mung daal: well, baby doesn't

Go back to the dentist for

Another six months.

Chowder: six months!

How long is that?

Mung daal: six months is six

Months.

Chowder: six months!

One, two, three, four, five,

Six!

Okay, it's been six months.

Get me to the dentist, stat!

Mung daal: chowder, we left

The dentist with a clean bill of

Health.

And unless there's something

Wrong with your teeth, we're not

Going back.

Chowder: but there is

Something wrong.

See?

[ Twinkle! ]

That wasn't there before.

Kimchi, I got to find a way to

Break-a my teeth.

Kimchi: pbht!

Chowder: a hammer?

This'll work great.

[ Zip! ]

Hmm.

But what are we gonna use for my

Teeth?

Oh, I know!

I'll crack them up.

Knock-knock.

All: who's there?

Chowder: tooth.

All: tooth who?

Chowder: tooth or dare.

[ All laugh ]

[ Shatter! ]

Yep, I'm a genius.

♪ Oh, m-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-ung

Mung daal: yes?

Sweet grandpa's gravy!

What happened to you?!

Chowder: I lost all my teeth.

Oh, no, I better go see

Dr. Plepper.

[ Chuckles ]

Mung daal: dr. Plepper?!

He's a teeth doctor, and you

Don't have any teeth.

Might as well go to a regular

Doctor, then.

Chowder: do regular doctors

Have lollistops?

Mung daal: no, just shots and

Those awful wooden tongue

Depressor thingies.

[ Shudders ]

It looks like you're just gonna

Have to wait till you get your

Old-people teeth, just like

Mine.

Get off my lawn!

Chowder: what have I done?

I need teeth!

No, don't go! I love you.

[ Slurping ]

So, what's the hubbub, chubs?

Chowder: rah!

Aah!

So, let me guess.

You tasted the sweet glory that

Is lollistop and went on a

Self-inflicting oral sabotage to

Get more?

Before you know it, all your

Teeth are gone, hmm?

Chowder: how did you know?

I wear the lollistop patch.

Chowder: oh, tell me it

Helps.

You know, surprisingly, it

Really does.

No! -- It only comes in adult

Strength.

The only way you can suppress

Your cravings is to go to the

Dentist and get the real deal.

Chowder: but I don't have any

More teeth.

I know where to get more...

Lots more.

Chowder: tooth-porium.

Yes -- the tooth-porium.

Marzipan city's number-one tooth

Bank.

Chowder: so beautiful.

They got everything here.

Buckteeth, horse teeth,

Mother's favorite -- gold teeth.

Hey, even hillbilly teeth.

[ Banjo strums ]

Chowder: I want 'em all!

[ Both laugh ]

[ Rattling ]

Both: huh?

[ Poof! ]

Hello, little people.

I am the tooth king, sovereign

Ruler of all enameled bone.

Look upon me and weep...

Weep with joy.

You're not weeping.

Ah, my tear ducts have been

Very dry lately.

Mother suspects allergies.

Yes, I've noticed a lot more

Pollen in the --

W-wait. Why have you come here?

Chowder: mr. Tooth king, take

Pity on this child.

I gots no more teeth. See?

Gross!

You are indeed pitiable.

How many teeth would you like to

Withdraw?

Chowder: this many.

That'll be 4 million dollops.

4 Million dollops?

That's outrageous.

Chowder: I don't have that

Kind of money.

I'm just a kid.

Then I have no more pity for

You.

Leave the tooth-porium...

Forever.

Both: aah!

Chowder: I can't go on

Lollistop-less.

I'm dying!

I'm not gonna let you die

Again, chowder.

You hear me?

One way or another, we're

Getting those teeth!

Even if it means getting

Creative.

Yes, that is creative.

But I mean a different kind of

Creative.

No! T-- sneak in!

I mean we're gonna sneak in.

Chowder: oh.

We're in.

Righteous!

[ Door creaks ]

Wah!

Wah!

[ Sizzling ]

Yow! Lasers! Ooh!

Look.

[ Buzzing ]

Owie!

Look -- they got lasers,

Chowder.

Lasers -- that's one of the most

Dangerous wavelengths of light.

Chowder: lasers won't stop me

From getting lollistops.

[ "The six million dollar man"

Sound effect plays ]

Bravo, you guys.

I've been trying to do that for

Years, but these old dancer's

Legs just aren't limber enough.

[ Squeaking ]

Why are you here, pã¢tã©?

Everyone needs teeth.

[ Tink! ]

Good luck with that last

Obstacle.

It's a doozy.

Chowder: what's a "doozy"?

T-t-that's a doozy!

[ Snarling ]

Look -- the teeth are behind

Him.

I'll distract him, and you get

The teeth.

Go, go, go, go, go, go.

Hey, doozy! Over here!

Huh?

Your mother wears combat

Boots!

[ Growls ]

Uh...

My mother wears combat --

She's crazy about them.

She likes the high laces.

But your moth--

[ Growling ]

Chowder: lollistops...

Here I come!

Got 'em! Come on, gazpacho!

[ Laughing maniacally ]

[ Whimpering ] why?

[ Snarling ]

Chowder: [ rasping ]

Oh, my gosh!

What is that?!

Chowder: I have an

Appointment.

[ Gasps ]

♪ Ya-diddy-da-dee-dai

♪ Working on a rhino

♪ Ya-da-da-dee-d--

Hmm.

Oh, holy molars!

Chowder: rah, lollistops.

[ Babbles ]

Boy, e-e-easy now.

Chowder: more teeth?

Aah!

[ Gargling ]

Ay! They're in the closet!

Chowder: [ chomping ]

[ Gagging ]

[ Ping! ]

Aah!

Chowder: [ gagging ]

[ Cannon firing ]

[ Fireworks exploding ]

[ Shatter! ]

[ Pop! ]

[ Crying ]

[ Rumbling ]

[ Crying ]

Oy! ¿por qu�

Well, how'd it go?

Don't move. Tooth police.

Prepare for a full cavity

Search.

[ Door slams ]

Chowder: gazpacho, I've spent

A lot of time in tooth jail

Thinking about what I've done.

I swear from deep within my womb

That I will never again let food

Make me do anything ridiculous.

Hey, chow time!

[ Shouting, punching ]

Chowder: they give you free

Food?

[ Chomp! ]

What?

So beautiful.

Oh, gazpacho, I never want to

Leave tooth jail.

Never, ever, ever, ever, ever,

Ever, ever, ever, ever...

[ Crying ]

Chowder: ...ever, ever...

I demand my phone call!

Mung daal: now, when I hold

Up a food -- say, this shmeanut

Blutter -- you hold up a

Corresponding food that goes

With it, like jelly.

Got it?

Chowder: got it.

Mung daal: spinach.

Food, chowder, food.

Chowder: food -- right.

Mung daal: gravocados.

No!

Never mind.

Truffles: what?

I go with melons.