02x15 - Paint the Town/The Blackout

[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 ]

Chowder: [ laughing ]

Mung daal: chowder, stop.

I said stop!

Now, listen, boy, hold the spoon

Gently, like it's a lady, then

You take the lady for a dance,

Like a gentleman.

And a-one, and a-two.

Now, you try.

And a-one, and a-two.

[ Laughing ]

Mung daal: no, chowder!

I told you that's wrong.

R-o-n-g.

"Rong."

Chowder: boo-yah!

Shnitzel: radda radda radda.

Radda radda.

Radda radda radda radda.

Radda.

[ Poink! ]

Truffles: chowder, you're

Eating way too fast.

Slow down!

[ Slow-motion snarfing ]

Now you're eating too slow!

That's wrong, too.

Mung daal: right.

No way!

I mean, wrong!

So very, very wrong.

Oh, so very wrong.

Truffles: wrong!

Mung daal: wrong!

Shnitzel: radda!

Mung daal: wrong!

[ Smooches ]

Both: wrong!

Shnitzel: radda!

Truffles: wrong!

Mung daal: wrong!

Shnitzel: radda!

Mung daal: wrong! Wrong!

Chowder: stop telling me what

To do!

[ Crying ]

Or I'll snap.

Mung daal: chowder, we can't

Stop.

We're grown-ups, and as

Grown-ups, it's our job to tell

Kids everything they do is

Wrong.

If we didn't, there would be

Mass chaos.

Chowder: I just want to be

Able to express myself.

If I still want to be an

Icelandic heavy-metal groupie or

Drink out of the toilet or

Completely cover myself in

Peanut butter and roll around in

My sheets, then I should be able

To.

I'm not going to listen to you

Anymore.

Mung daal: that's it!

Go to your room.

Chowder: no! I don't want to.

It smells like peanut butter in

There.

Mung daal: if you don't march

Your butt to your room right

Now, then no third dinner for

You.

Chowder: no third dinner?!

You monster!

Mung daal: sheesh!

What is wrong with that boy?

I'm telling you, he gets it from

Your side of the family.

Truffles: what are you

Talking about?

Chowder isn't even our son.

Mung daal: [ crying ] I know.

Chowder: ooh!

[ Door slams ]

I'm never allowed to do what I

Want to do the way I want to do

It!

There's only one thing I can do

About this --

Dance out my frustrations.

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

[ Whoosh! ]

[ Bonk! ]

[ Bonk! ]

[ Bonk! ]

[ Clang! ]

Wow! Where am i?!

It's so white in here.

Hey, what's this?

Mine, sucker!

It's a box of finger paints!

I know just what to do with

These!

[ Munch! ]

Ew, nail.

Now, what was I doing before I

Crashed in here?

Oh, yeah -- I was expressing

Myself through art.

Too bad there's nothing in here

That'll let me do that.

Nothing at all.

[ Squeak! ]

[ Gasps ]

That's it!

Look at me!

I'm crazy box-head man!

[ Laughing ]

Man, that was awesome.

I think crazy box-head man needs

An electric guitar.

There. Perfect.

Mm, it doesn't really look like

An electric guitar -- it's

More like an acoustic guitar.

Yep! Yep! Yep!

Chowder: oh, my gosh!

The drawing talked!

Yep! Yep! Yep!

Yep! Yep! Yep!

Chowder: and the drawing

Walked!

Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep!

Chowder: look at him go.

It's like he thinks he's people.

Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep!

Chowder: I wonder what else I

Could do with these paints.

I bet I could create a whole

Amazing world.

Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep!

Chowder: or I could do

Anything, and no one could stop

Me.

Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep!

Chowder: oh, yeah!

Mung daal: [ gulps ]

Chowder, can you please pass me

The shmaltz and pepper?

Truffles: you got mad at him

And sent him to his room,

Remember?

Mung daal: correction -- I

Got mad and sent the old chowder

To his room.

Meet the new chowder.

Oh, new chowder!

Gazpacho: yes, it is i,

Chowder.

Me, your lovable apprentice.

I love to cook -- mmm! -- And

Eat!

Why? 'Cause I'm chowder.

Mung daal: oh, it's not the

Same.

I miss chowder.

Truffles: you should go up

There and apologize.

Mung daal: you're right!

For once.

Gazpacho, you're fired.

Gazpacho: aw, nuts!

Mung daal: chowder, please

Open the door.

I'd like to apologize.

Chowder?

[ Crash! ]

Chowder?

You pooing?

I-i guess he's not here.

W-where could he have gone?

Truffles: why, are you blind?

You don't notice a giant hole in

The background here?

Mung daal: uh, no.

Oh, no.

No, no, no.

You, shnitzel?

Shnitzel: radda.

Mung daal: you sure that

Wasn't there before?

Truffles: yes!

Mung daal: shnitzel, avenge

My [echoing] dea-a-a-th!

Truffles: well, what do you

See?

Mung daal: honey, you're not

Gonna believe what chowder has

Done.

Truffles: how do you know

It's chowder?

Mung daal: he signed his name

In the lower right-hand corner.

Chowder: this place is

Amazing!

Right, pepperjack?

At first I was worried I used

Too much orange, but then I

Said, "hey, I like orange, and

What I like, I get."

Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep!

Chowder: I think I'll call my

New world chowderland...

The happiest land of all lands.

[ Munch! ]

Oh, no!

Aah!

Chowder: ah, the happiest

Lands of all the lands.

[ Belch! ]

Excuse me, chowder?

Chowder: oh, you're

Fishquack.

Uh, my name's "norm."

Chowder: no, no, your name's

Fishquack.

I gave you a disgusting fish

Head with a duck's body.

Uh, yeah, thanks for that.

Listen, I wanted to let you know

That our kids need some more

Schools.

The one you drew is already

Getting overcrowded.

[ Bell rings ]

Chowder: I'll get right on

It, fishquack.

Uh, chowder?

Chowder: what you want,

Chickenbark?

Um...steve.

W-we also need more public

Transportation here in

Chowderland.

Um, you drew me with short legs,

And it makes it kind of hard for

Me to walk to work.

Chowder: got it!

More freakish kids and more

Short legs.

And some houses without

Biceps.

[ Scrunch! ]

And trees that don't spit on

You.

[ Spits ]

And no man-eating sidewalks.

And no woman-eating

Sidewalks.

Chowder: okay, okay, got it.

How about a new head?

Chowder: [ shuddering ] um,

Uh...okay.

Uh, got it.

[ All shouting ]

Aah!

This isn't what I wanted!

I don't want to be told what to

Do!

I just want to do what I want!

As your supreme lord and master,

I now appoint pepperjack as your

New public-relations officer.

Please direct all your comments

And concerns to him.

Here you go, pepperjack.

I'm leaving it up to you to draw

Everything that everyone wants.

Whatever you do, don't go crazy

With power.

Yep!

Yep!

Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep!

Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep!

Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep!

Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep!

[ Laughing ]

Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep!

Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep!

Yep!

Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep!

All: yep! Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep!

Mung daal: look at this

Place, truffles.

It's completely overrun with

Those weird triangular

Creatures.

All: yep! Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep!

Shnitzel: radda! Radda!

Radda!

Radda!

Radda!

Mung daal: oh.

That's a shame.

Shnitzel: radda.

Radda radda radda!

Mung daal: why didn't I try

To help you when you were being

Beat up?

Hello!

I was busy standing here

Pretending to look for chowder.

Shnitzel: radda radda!

Radda rad--

Mung daal: shh!

Listen!

Chowder: tastes like jelly!

♪ Do-do do-do do

♪ Do do do

♪ Do do do

Mung daal: chowder!

[ Poink! ]

Aah!

Fresh.

[ Thwack! ]

Oh, hi, mung.

[ Thwack! ]

I'm still mad at you.

Mung daal: look, I'm sorry

About constantly telling you

What to do.

That's just the way life is.

But if you come back with us, I

Promise to let you express

Yourself however you want and

Not correct you all the time...

Just most of the time.

Chowder: and why should i?

I'm perfectly happy in

Chowderland.

I can do whatever I want

Whenever I want.

It's the happiest place of all

The places.

Truffles: that's funny.

It doesn't look too happy.

All: [ screaming ]

Chowder: oh, no!

Pepperjack's gone crazy with

Power!

I warned him about that.

All; yep! Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep!

Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep!

Chowder: yo, pepperjack!

You got to stop making drawings

Of yourself.

You're taking over chowderland,

Causing mass chaos!

[ Gasps ] oh, no!

Mass chaos -- it's just like

Mung said.

Mung daal: chowder, listen to

Me -- bean and cheese pepitos

Can give you crazy bug burps.

That's not what I wanted you to

Remember!

Chowder: not now!

Bean and cheese repitos can give

You crazy bug burps.

So stop drawing or else!

Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep!

Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep!

Yep! Yep! Yep!

Chowder: what do you mean,

No?

That's it!

Time to take matters into my own

Hands -- or fingers, to be

Precise.

[ Boing ]

[ Engine turns over ]

Don't worry, chowderland.

I'll save you from the

Pepperjacks.

All: yep! Yep! Yep! Yep! Yep!

Chowder: come on,

Steamroller, go faster!

Aw, man, this isn't working.

I know!

I'll draw a jet-powered

Steamroller/moneymaker.

No more!

Chowder: oh, no, I'm out of

Paint.

Looks like it's time to bust out

Plan "b."

Good old plan "b" never fails.

Yeah!

[ Zip! ]

[ Patter! ]

[ Grunting ]

Okay.

Plan "b" -- yeah!

Now to go find mung and tell him

He was right...

For now.

[ Whistling ]

Mung daal: hello! Chowder!

Are you out there?!

Chowder!

There's something blocking the

Hole!

Chowder!

Can you hear us?!

Truffles: it's too late!

Here they come!

[ Scuffling and pounding ]

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

Chowder: power!

Power!!

Power.

Power.

Power.

I have the power.

[ Click! ]

Power!

Po-o-o-o-o-wer!

[ Whirring ]

Mung daal: hey, you know what

Would be horrible?

Shnitzel: radda?

Mung daal: if someone plugged

This thing in while we're in

Here.

Chowder: power!

[ Whirring ]

[ Click ]

Mung daal: oh, no.

Both: aah!

[ Boom! ]

Chowder: power?

[ Snap! Crackle! ]

Gazpacho: I have webbed feet.

[ Bang! ]

[ Clang! ]

[ Slurping ]

[ Thud! ]

[ Barking ]

[ Bang! ]

[ Clang! ]

Blackouts make me want to

"Loot."

[ Lute plays ]

[ Whirring stops ]

Chowder: hey, mung, why'd it

Get dark all of a sudden?

Do you think it has something to

Do with me turning everything

On?

Mung daal: why-y-y-y-y-y?

Chowder: I don't know why.

That's why I'm asking you.

Mung daal: why-y-y-y-y?

Chowder: I'm gonna go ask

Truffles.

Mung daal: chowder!

Why did you turn everything on?

Chowder: I don't know.

I guess I was power-hungry.

Mung daal: well, I hope

You're happy.

Now poor old shnitzel and I are

Locked in here until the power

Comes back on.

Chowder: oh, no!

How long will that be?

Mung daal: who knows?

It could be a minute, or it

Could be...forever!

Chowder: forever?

Mung daal: well, all we can

Do is just stand here and wait

And hope it comes back on soon.

[ Poink! ]

[ Sniffs ]

Uh, shnitzel?

[ Farts ]

Aah!

No!

Chowder: [ giggles ]

Fart joke.

Mung daal: shnitzel, how

Could you?

[ Farts ]

You had big boom-boom beans for

Lunch?

[ Farts ]

Shnitzel: yes.

[ Farts ]

Mung daal: get me out of

Here!

Chowder: but I thought you

Said we have to wait for the

Power to come back on.

Mung daal: I did, but with

Shnitzel's --

[ Farts ]

Your toot cloud's rolling in,

I don't have time to wait!

You have to [coughs] turn the

City power back on, or else

I'll be consumed!

[ Coughs ]

You don't want that to happen,

Do you?

Chowder: I don't know.

That might be kind of funny.

Mung daal: will you please

Just go?!

Chowder: okay. Geez.

Sorry for thinking farts are

Funny.

Mung daal: and hurry,

Chowder!

[ Coughs ]

[ Farts ]

I don't know how much more I can

Take.

[ Coughs ]

Chowder: [ gulps ]

Sure is dark...

And spooky and dark.

Okay, I can do this...

For mung.

[ Crash! ]

Ow!

[ Tweet! ]

I need some light.

That's better.

Put me down, chowder.

Leave me out of your silly

Cartoon.

You got to be crazy to be out

Here.

Everyone knows all the weirdos

Come out during the blackouts.

Chowder: weirdos?

Aah!

Yeah.

The darkness draws them out.

They roam the streets looking

For people to have boring

Conversations with.

Chowder: ah, that's not true.

You're just trying to scare me.

So, like I was saying, paper

Or plastic, pretty much either

One works for me, I guess.

Paper's good 'cause it's

Biodegradable.

Plastic sort of just messes up

The environment.

[ Zip! ]

[ Both panting ]

Chowder: you were right.

They're everywhere!

See?

I told you!

Chowder: how am I gonna turn

The power back on with all these

Weirdos around?

Well, don't look at me.

As soon as it lights up, I'm

Going home.

Chowder: don't you think we

Should stick together?

No.

Chowder: oh, 'cause I just

Taped you to my back.

Chowder, I'm gonna k*ll you!

Chowder: no, you're not.

You're taped to my back.

So pipe down and keep your eyes

Peeled for weirdos.

I gots me some powers to turn

On.

So, where do we go to turn it

On?

Chowder: I thought you knew.

Suddenly, being stuck with

Weirdos doesn't sound so bad.

Aah!

Chowder: did you figure out

Where to go?

No, not that.

There's a weirdo on our tail!

Chowder: where?

Jelly beans is yummy.

Don't you agree?

Chowder: aah!

[ Panting ]

Aah!

Big weirdo!

I got these sweet new valves

For my car.

Chowder: aah!

[ Panting ]

Aah!

Little weirdo!

Chowder: where?

I have a rash on my brain!

Chowder: aah!

They're everywhere!

What are we gonna do?

Aah!

Huge weirdo!

Chowder: where?

Aah!

Wait a minute.

That's not a huge weirdo.

It's gazpacho.

Gazpacho: no, chowder, he's

Right.

I am, in fact, a huge weirdo.

Quick! Follow me.

It's not safe.

[ Flies buzzing ]

We can talk in my office.

[ Thunk! ]

[ Zip! ]

[ Clang! ]

What are you kids doing out

There in the blackout?

Chowder: I have to turn the

City's power back on, or else

Mung will be consumed by

Shnitzel's toot cloud.

Gazpacho: what?!

That's terrible!

Chowder: actually, it's

Pretty funny.

[ Laughing ]

Will you help me?

Gazpacho: all right, to turn

The power back on, you have to

Go to...

The tower of power.

The tower of power is what gives

Marzipan city its energy.

You got to get the tower to flex

Its mighty muscles.

Chowder: how do I do that?

Gazpacho: realize its burning

Passion from within.

Chowder: within where?

Gazpacho: the basement.

There's a fuse.

Light it there.

Chowder: okay.

But what about the weirdos?

Gazpacho: there's only one

Thing we can do about the

Weirdos -- become one.

Chowder: [ gasps ]

That shouldn't be very hard.

[ Indistinct talking ]

[ Singing indistinctly ]

Chowder: are you sure this

Weirdo costume will work,

Gazpacho?

Gazpacho: it should.

There's a 100% guarantee on the

Box.

Mike?

That is you!

It's been so long!

So, uh, so how you been?

Chowder: we've been spotted!

Gazpacho: quick, say

Something!

Chowder: uh, something.

No.

That's terrible!

Aw, come talk to me.

Gazpacho: they got us!

Chowder: what are we gonna

Do?!

Cry!

Gazpacho: I have no idea!

[ Creak! ]

Chowder: what's happening to

You?

Gazpacho: I expand when I get

Afraid!

It's the nature of the beast.

Oh!

Dude, wait till you hear how

I've been decorating my bedroom.

It's just awesome.

[ Boom! ]

Mike?

[ Thunk! ]

[ Creak! ]

Gazpacho: uh.

Who are you?!

And what did you do with mike?

Gazpacho: we don't want no

Trouble!

We're just a bunch of...weirdos

Trying to have some good old

Weirdo conversation.

Oh, yeah?

I'm gonna need to see some i.d.

Gazpacho: no problemo, my

Good man.

Give me that.

[ Ticktock! Ticktock! ]

[ Shuddering ]

Hmph, all right, this looks

Legit.

Gazpacho: phew!

Wait a second!

This i.d. Expired 6 minutes ago!

Huh?

Gazpacho: run, chowder!

Run like the wind!

Hey, everyone, let's chase

After those guys!

All: yeah!

They're gaining on us!

Chowder: this is how it's

Gonna end, gazpacho!

Gazpacho: no!

Grab hold of my suspenders!

Both: ohh-ohh!

Chowder: gazpacho, no-o-o-o!

Gazpacho: don't worry about

Me.

If there's one thing mother's

Taught me, it's the gift of gab.

Light the fuse, chowder!

Save us all!

Both: aah!

Ha ha!

Chowder: [ grunts ]

There's the elevator.

Let's go.

The dog was sleeping on my

Head and he started licking my

Eyebrows and it woke me up, but

I actually didn't mind it.

Both: aah!

The best thing about mountain

Biking is biker shorts, but they

Never make plus sizes.

I am particularly fond of the

Number 9.

See, the funniest thing about

Most cars is the smell inside.

I like pirates and movies and

Movies about pirates and all

Kinds of other things.

I recommend a good, solid

Long-term investment in butter.

Uh, butter --

Chowder: oy!

Phew!

We made it!

Now, which one's the basement?

[ Squeak! ]

[ Beeping ]

I guess I'll try this one.

Maybe this one.

This one?

Pressing buttons makes me feel

Powerful!

[ Whooshing ]

[ Ding! ]

[ Ding! ]

[ Ding! ]

[ Door opens, closes ]

[ Ding! ]

[ Door opens, closes ]

[ Ding! ]

[ Door opens, closes ]

[ Ding! ]

The basement!

Should we take the skeletons?

Nah, they were just for a

Gag.

Chowder: now to get the city

Lit up again.

[ Boing! ]

I can't reach the fuse.

If you untie me, you can lift

Me up, and we'll be able to

Reach.

Chowder: [ blows ]

[ Crash! ]

All right, come on!

Ha ha!

Tricky.

I'm going home.

Chowder: no!

You have to help me or mung's

Done for!

No way!

I've already absorbed enough of

Your back sweat.

Hi.

I'm lactose-intolerant, so I can

Only drink soy milk.

Aah!

On second thought, let's get

This thing lit!

Aah, it won't reach!

Chowder: just a little

Closer!

Please!

I'm trying!

Chowder: hold on, gorgonzola!

I gots an idea!

[ Blowing ]

[ Whirring ]

[ Creak! ]

Gazpacho: like I was saying,

I have webbed feet.

[ Lute plays ]

No more "luting."

[ All muttering ]

Chowder: we did it!

The power's back on!

And best of all, we saved mung

From shnitzel's toot cloud.

Both: aah!

Chowder: shnitzel, shnitzel,

Pull my finger!

Shnitzel: radda.

Chowder: please.

Shnitzel: radda!

Chowder: I'll be your best

Friend.

Shnitzel: rad-da!

Chowder: pull...my...finger!

Shnitzel: radda radda rad-da.

Chowder: come on!

[ Creak! ]

Shnitzel: radda!

Chowder: maybe you better get

Some tape.

[ Whoosh! ]