02x18 - Gazpacho Moves In/My Big Fat Stinky Wedding

[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: food? More food?

[ Crickets chirping ]

Chowder: good night,

Gazpacho.

Mung daal: thanks for the

Extra drizzle-dizzle beans.

[ Sloop! ]

[ Zing! ]

[ Laughs ]

Keeping new hours, are we?

[ Chirping continues ]

Chowder: I think he's dead.

Mother and I had an argument!

There!

You happy?!

You get the information you

Wanted?!

[ Sobbing ]

Why?!

Why?!

I just --

[ Gasps ]

[ Sighs ]

Chowder: gazpacho...

Is, um -- is everything okay?

I'm never going back --

Ever!

I'll show her who can't live

Without whom!

Woof, woof!

I got everything I need right

Here!

I got my fruit and -- and I got

My fruit and -- and this spoon.

[ Crying ] I love this spoon!

Chowder: gazpacho, you can't

Just sleep out here.

You're a delicate rose, a rose

That would wither in the cold

Night air.

[ Crying ]

Chowder: hey, I got an

Idea -- we've got a ton of room

At the catering company.

You can stay with us for a

Little while, just until you --

Mung daal: whoa, whoa, whoa,

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Time-out.

Chowder, listen to me.

Chowder: I'm all ears.

Mung daal: gross.

But you must understand --

Houseguests are like fish.

They stink after three days.

I'm fine.

I'll be on my feet in no time.

Chowder: are you sure?

You two just run along now.

I got a lot of fruit-polishing

To catch up on.

Chowder: okay.

You gentlemen have a fine

Evening.

Mung daal: and a good evening

To you, too, gazpacho.

Enjoy those extra

Drizzle-dizzle beans I gave

You...for free...'Cause we're

Friends!

Mung daal: it's just for a

Few days, truffles.

Chowder: sleepover with

Gazpacho!

Mm-mmm!

Smells like someone's baking

Cookies.

Don't forget the ottoman,

Shnitzel.

Mung daal: just till he gets

Back on his feet, you know?

Truffles: no, I don't know.

Chowder: sleepover with

Gazpacho!

Sleepover with gazpacho!

Sleepover with gazpacho!

Sleepover with gazpacho!

Sleepover with gazpacho!

[ Squeak! Squeak! ]

[ Squeak! ]

[ Honk! ]

Thanks for giving me the bed,

Little buddy.

Mm. Uhh.


[ Snoring ]

[ Rooster crows ]

[ Babbling ]

[ Snorts ]

Chowder: hey, gazpacho, want

To play noodle ball?

Huh?

Oh, chowder, be a pal and go

Fetch my ottoman.

Whoo!

My dogs are barking.

Chowder: oh, uh, okay.

So, mung, what's cooking?

Mung daal: lunch -- that's

What's cooking.

Shnitzel and I thought we'd

Prepare a little --

Ooh!

Mush puppies!

I hope it's mush puppies.

Mother always makes mush puppies

On sixer-days.

Yummy.

Mung daal: mush puppies?

Yeah, sure.

[ Splat! ]

Chowder: [ panting ]

Here you go.

Want to play noodle ball now?

Little more to the right.

[ Telephone rings ]

Truffles: hello!

Can I take an order?!

Uh, yeah, do you still have

Those little finger fritter

Frumples?

Ahem!

Mother says you should always

Announce yourself when you

Answer the phone, like so.

[ Clears throat ]

Hello, this is gazpacho

Speaking.

May I take your order?

Don't pound the dough, shnitzel.

R-r-roll the dough.

R-r-roll the dough!

[ Scoffs ]

[ Sloop! ]

[ Creak! ]

A little more to the left.

And you shouldn't have the

Receiver so close to your ear.

It would feel cozier in here if

That was next to the fridge.

Truffles: an order of --

Ahem!

Speak clearly.

More to the right.

I'm not feeling it yet.

And never talk to strangers.

Left -- no, right!

Getting cozier.

[ Timer clicking ]

[ Timer dings ]

Mush puppies are ready.

Mung daal: shnitzel, where's

The oven?!

Shnitzel: radda radda radda.

Mung daal: oh, no!

We can't let the mush puppies

Overcook!

Shnitzel: radda.

Chowder: I found it, mung!

Mung daal: no, chowder, don't

Open -- down, boy, down!

Burnt mush puppy!

Burnt mush puppy!

Run, chowder, run!

[ Pop! Pop! Pop! ]

Huddle!

[ Zip! Zip! Zing! ]

Okay, look, it's obvious that

Gazpacho has got to go.

The only question is how to do

It.

Shnitzel: radda radda radda

Radda.

Mung daal: but we don't want

To upset him.

He's in a very sensitive place

Right now.

Chowder: can't a person be

Hugged into happiness?

Mung daal: anyway, we need a

Way to get him to leave.

And...there.

This should do the trick.

Truffles: it's a sandwich.

Chowder: how is a sandwich

Gonna convince gazpacho to go

Home?

Mung daal: this is no

Ordinary sandwich, this is a

Multi-rye sandwich.

Now, I need you to go give this

To gazpacho.

Shnitzel: radda radda radda!

Mung daal: we're not just

Feeding him, shnitzel...

Chowder: he's eating it.

Mung daal: ...we're giving

Him a taste of his own medicine.

[ Crunching, gulping ]

Mm!

Ahh!

[ Gurgling ]

[ Pop! Pop! Pop! ]

[ Rumble! Rumble! ]

[ Slink! ]

[ Slump! ]

[ Ting! Ting! ]

Chowder: wow!

That's amazing!

But why would two gazpachos be

Better than one?!

Mung daal: because the real

Gazpacho will be so annoyed with

The new gazpacho that he'll be

Begging to go back home.

Chowder: ohh.

Truffles: 'cause just telling

Him to leave makes so little

Sense.

[ Sloop! Slump! ]

[ Sloop! Slump! ]

Both: hello.

Mung daal: so, gazpachos, how

Did you two like the sandwich?

Both: did you like the

Sandwich?

I don't know, did you?

I'm not sure mother would

Have liked it.

How do you know what mother

Would like?

How do you know what mother

Would like?

Mung daal: I think it's

Working.

Both: well, what do you know,

Anyway?!

I don't know much, but I know

One thing for sure.

Oh, yeah?!

What's that?

[ Warble! ]

You are one stylin' dude.

Well, from a guy as

Good-looking as you, that's

Quite a compliment.

Both: great sandwich, mung!

Hey, chowder, could you scooch

My ottoman over a little more to

The right?

[ Smack! ]

Mother doesn't use salt,

Shnitzel.

A little more to the right,

Chowder.

More to the left.

Is it too humid in here?

It feels humid.

Ooh!

Want to hear something amazing?

Ooh! Okay.

[ Belches ]

Whoa!

[ Laughs ]

Both: hey, chowder, you want

To hear something amazing?

Chowder: uh...

Both: [ belch ]

Truffles: yes, yes, I know.

It was supposed to be there an

Hour ago.

We're working on it.

Mu-u-u-ng!

Mung daal: calm down, calm

Down.

Once the sandwich digests,

Gazpacho ii will digest with it,

And we'll be back to only one

Pain in the kitchen.

Chowder: i...can't...take...

Any more.

Mung daal: it just doesn't

Make any sense.

How could gazpacho not annoy

Himself?

Chowder: maybe we needed more

Than one gazpacho to really

Annoy gazpacho into leaving.

Mung daal: yes.

Perhaps.

Chowder: would you like some

More sandwiches, gazpacho?

Mung daal: no, chowder, wait!

[ Pop! Pop! ]

[ Rumble! Rumble! ]

[ Gazpachos talking

Indistinctly ]

Ooh, mother said...

Mother wouldn't do that.

Would you get me some tea?

Hey, you want to hear what I

Can do with my armpit?

No!

No, no, listen to this.

Can you hear what I'm doing?

No, no. Hey, listen to this.

Can you hear what I'm doing

More?

Truffles: only...a...

Mung daal: no, wait!

Truffles: ...few...

Mung daal: ow!

Truffles: ...days, you said!

Mung daal: sweet potato --

Ow!

Quick, shnitzel, talk some sense

Into her.

I was just trying to be

Hospitable.

Shnitzel: radda!

Radda radda radda radda!

Mung daal: ouch!

Enough already!

I get it!

I'll just tell him that he has

To go now, and that'll be that.

And that's -- that's how I

Like my muffins.

Mung daal: all right,

Gazpacho.

You've worn out your welcome!

Oh, I'm not gazpacho.

Mung daal: what?!

I think I saw gazpacho over

There, right by gazpacho.

Mung daal: gazpacho, you need

To l--

I'm not gazpacho.

He's over there by gazpacho.

Mung daal: all right, who's

The real gazpacho?

[ Ting! ]

Here's how we're gonna do it.

So, are you the real gazpacho?

Em...

Mung daal: oh, hello, there.

Are you the real gazpacho?

[ Zoom! ]

[ Poof! ]

And are you the real gazpacho?

No?

Excuse me.

You there, gazpacho.

Oh, no!

Chowder: sorry, fake

Gazpacho.

Mung daal: real gazpacho?

Uh...

[ Trumpet! ]

Mung daal: real gazpacho?

Um...

Mung daal: real gazpacho?

Real gazpacho?

Real gazpacho?

Real gazpacho?

[ Zoom! ]

[ Chatter! Chatter! ]

Mung daal: hello, gazpacho.

Mung, I am sorry.

I didn't mean to cause so much

Trouble.

You been so good to me.

I-i couldn't ask for better

Friends.

But I see now, it's time for me

To spread my wings and fly.

Fly away, little bird!

Fly away.

Cannot fly without my chair.

That's the last of it.

[ Exhales heavily ]

Truffles: gazpacho, darling,

Why don't you just try working

Things out with your mother,

Huh?

It's obvious you two have a very

Strong, uh...bond.

You know what?

You're right.

I'm going home right now to work

Things out with mother.

If she feels like teeth should

Be brushed front to back instead

Of back to front, well, then who

Am I to argue?

Mung daal: oral hygiene?

That's what this was all about?

I take my teeth very

Seriously.

[ Ting! ]

[ Door slams ]

Hey, who's gonna help me carry

My stuff?

I got a lot of -- shnitzel?

[ Poof! Poof! Poof! ]

Chowder: what's going on?!

Why haven't you finished the

Order yet?!

I'm not getting any younger

Here!

Kimchi: pbht! Pbht! Pbht!

Pbht! Pbht!

Chowder: [ laughs ]

You sound just like mung.

Now let's trade.

Mung daal: chowder, you

Know -- oof!

You know truffles and I can't

See doodley-squat without our

Glasses!

Oof!

Truffles: hello!

Is anyone over here?!

[ Crack! ]

Chowder: whoa!

You guys look super-teeny with

Eensy little heads.

[ Singsong voice ] teeny tiny!

Mung daal: chowder, please!

Chowder: [ normal voice ]

You're welcome.

[ Blink! Blink! ]

[ Sloo-o-o-p! ]

[ Pop! ]

How can you wear these all the

Time?

Truffles: and take off my

Good dress.

Chowder: [ grunts ]

Ahh!

[ Boing! Boing! ]

[ Plunk! ]

[ Poink! ]

Mung daal: ah, ah, ah!

And the moustache.

[ Snap! ]

Kimchi: pbbbbht!

Mung daal: [ sniffs ]

Ooh!

Ugh, whoa-h*!

Wonderful.

I'll be smelling that for weeks.

Kimchi: pbbbht.

Mung daal: chowder, this is

The third time I've told you not

To take our glasses, so I'm

Afraid I'm going to have to...

[ Evilly ] punish you!

Chowder: you don't kid around

With your punishments.

Mung daal: no, chowder, it's

The postal beast.

That's right, mung.

I only deliver the big mail, and

You know what that means.

Chowder: [ gasps ]

Big news!

You know it, mung jr.

See ya.

[ Stomping ]

Chowder: "you are in--

Invited to attend the arranged

Marriage" -- what's an arranged

Marriage?

Mung daal: that's where your

Parents force you to marry some

Crazy woman they like before

Some random crazy woman can get

Her hooks in you.

Truffles: oh, a wedding!

How romantic!

Chowder: oh, boy -- there's

Cake at weddings!

Truffles: so, who's getting

Married?

Chowder: wow, this is big

News.

It's kimchi!

Kimchi: pbht!

[ Rattle! ]

Pbbbht.

[ Horn honks ]

Pbht! Pbht! Pbht!

Chowder: hey, kimchi, what do

You suppose being married is

Like?

I'll bet it's like sitting in

Warm thrice cream.

Kimchi: pbht! Pbht!

Chowder: hey, does this mean

You'll have babies soon?

Kimchi: pbbht.

[ Thunder crashes ]

Chowder: whoa.

Is this the same swamp we met

In?

Kimchi: pbht!

Chowder: I forgot how stinky

It is here.

It's like stinky times 10!

Bet you're glad you live with me

Forever now, huh?

Come on, let's go find your

Family.

So, this is where you grew up?

Kimchi: pbht.

Chowder: are you sure?

Kimchi: pbht!

Chowder: are you sure you're

Sure?

Kimchi: pbht!

Chowder: cool!

I always wanted a friend who

Grew up in a crocodile's tummy.

[ Bonk! Bonk! Bonk! Bonk! ]

Hi. Are you a mirror?

[ British accent ] no, I'm a

Foreign-exchange apprentice.

My name is porridge, and I'm

Living with kimchi's family for

The summer.

Ha!

Who are you supposed to be?

Chowder: I'm supposed to be

Chowder, kimchi's best friend.

Ha! No, who are you really?

Chowder: ch-chowder, kimchi's

Best friend.

Well, I guess if you say so.

Dinner has already begun.

Chowder: wow!

Dinner!

Technically, y'all, I'm an

Alligator, not a crocodile.

[ All pbht'ing ]

Pbht! Pbht! Pbht!

Chowder: thanks for the food,

Kimchi's mom and dad.

Pbht! Pbht! Pbht! Pbbbht!

Chowder: yes, kimchi's mom.

Yes, I do think kimchi's new

Bride is...b-beautiful.

Just kidding, kimchi.

She's got a bag over her head.

I bet she's all warty or has an

Extra eye.

Actually, chowder, the rich

And ancient culture of kimchi's

People forbids the groom from

Seeing his bride's face before

The wedding.

Chowder: wow!

So, was she burned with acid?

Yes, that is also tradition.

Chowder: how do you know all

This junk about kimchi's

Culture?

Kimchi never talks about any of

This stuff.

That's because kimchi's

Ashamed of his culture.

Why else would he leave his home

And his two loving parents in

Order to go live with an

Outsider with a weird hat like

You?!

Chowder: is this true,

Kimchi?

Is my hat weird?

If you were really kimchi's

Friend, you would know better

Than to be friends with him.

Chowder: but kimchi's always

Said in his culture, if someone

Saves your life, you have to be

Their friend until you can

Return the favor and save

Theirs!

[ Gasps ]

Are you saying you saved

Kimchi's life?

Both: pbht!

[ All pbht'ing excitedly ]

Chowder: no, for reals.

It was a dark, stinky night much

Like tonight.

Woola! Woola! Woola! Woola!

A couple of years ago, mung and

I came to this swamp.

Mung daal: all right, my

Young apprentice, welcome to

Your first flushroom hunt.

Chowder: it's cold and rainy.

Mung daal: oh, don't worry

About me, chowder.

I'll be waiting for you over

There in that little log cabin,

All warm and safe.

Don't come back until you've got

A few nice big ones.

[ Whistling ]

Chowder: here, flushrooms.

Here, flushrooms.

[ Whistling ]

Flushrooms!

[ Animals snarl ]

Googly oogly oogly!

Googly ooh!

Googly oogly oogly!

Googly oogly oogly!

Googly oogly oogly!

Googly oogly oogly!

Googly oogly oogly!

Googly oogly oogly!

Chowder: aah!

[ Zip! ]

Aw, come on.

We're not that ugly.

Well, you are.

Chowder: [ panting ]

Kimchi: ♪ pbht! Pbht! Pbht!

Pbht! Pbht! Pbht! ♪

♪ Pbht! Pbht! Pbht! Pbht! Pbht!

Pbht! Pbht! Pbht! Pbht! Pbht! ♪

♪ Pbht! Pbht! Pbht! Pbht! Pbht!

Pbht! ♪

♪ Pbht! Pbht! Pbht! Pbht! Pbht!

Pbht! ♪

♪ Pbht! Pbht! Pbht! Pbht! Pbht!

Pbht! ♪

Chowder: aw, it's a cute

Little stinky cloud.

I wonder where he's going.

Kimchi: pbht! Pbht! Pbht!

[ Roars ]

Chowder: oh, no!

He's gonna get eaten!

[ Growls ]

[ Chomps ]

Chowder: [ panting ]

Don't worry, little guy.

I saved you.

Now I'm gonna take you home and

Keep you in a cage forever.

Woola! Woola! Woola! Woola!

And that's how I saved kimchi's

Life.

And it's all true.

Well, I wasn't really that cute.

Kimchi lives in a crocodile's

Belly, you fool.

Alligator's belly.

You stole kimchi!

Chowder: no, I didn't.

Kimchi wanted to come live in a

Cage forever.

Pbht! Pbht! Pbht!

That's it, chowder.

You're officially uninvited from

The wedding.

Chowder: wait!

You can't uninvite me from my

Best friend's wedding.

Yes, we can.

Chowder: no, you can't.

Yes, we can.

Chowder: no, you can't.

Yes, we can.

Chowder: but -- but -- but I

Was promised cake.

The cake was a lie!

I guess I'll just come pick you

Up tomorrow afternoon, kimchi.

Wow, you really don't know

Anything about kimchi's culture,

Do you?

Tomorrow, kimchi will move into

His family's ancestral home with

His lovely bride, and you'll

Never see him again.

Chowder: kimchi?

It's all right, kimchi.

It's quite common for the

Kidnappee to form an unnatural

Attachment to his captor.

[ Warble! Warble! ]

Chowder: kimchi-i-i!

Ugh!

Geez, kid.

Chowder: please,

Mr. Crocodile, let me in.

Nunh-unh.

For one thing, I'm under strict

Order for to keep you out, and

Another thing -- I'm an

Alligator!

Now, have a nice day.

And beat it!

[ Sloop! Zoom! ]

[ Warble! Warble! ]

Hoo! Hoo!

Who will stop the wedding?

Chowder: [ sniffles ]

I will!

I'll stop the wedding and get my

Friend back.

I just need a plan!

[ Zoom! ]

[ Up-tempo pop music plays ]

[ Arcade music plays ]

[ Laughs ]

Yeah!

Whoo-hoo!

Oh, nos!

The sun is rising!

[ Angry shouting ]

[ Sun growls ]

Chowder: I never should have

Stayed up all night building

This horsey ride.

Now I don't have time to think

Of a plan.

[ Ding! ]

[ Crash! ]

[ Gasps ] wait a second.

Welcome to kimchi's wedding.

No flash photography.

[ Ting! ]

Chowder: I promised I'd never

Steal anyone's glasses again,

But this is an emergency!

[ Violin plays ]

Porridge!

[ Gasps ]

Chowder: hey, porridge!

Want to trade this wrench for

Your glasses?

[ Blink! ]

Deal!

[ Sloop! Slump! ]

[ Violin plays off-key ]

This isn't working.

I-i think my eyesight's actually

Worse now.

Whoa-h*, man.

Whoo, you look super-teeny, kid.

Hey, what you --

Chowder: don't worry, kimchi!

I'm coming!

[ Panting ]

[ "Bridal chorus" plays ]

[ Heart beating ]

Pbht! Pbht! Pbht! Pbht! Pbht!

Pbht! Pbht! Pbht! Pbht! Pbht!

Chowder: I like songs about

Mustard.

Kimchi: pbht.

Chowder: stop this wedding!

Whoa!

Whoa! Whoa! Who-o-o-a!

Help!

Kimchi, if I die, I just want

You to know you have to name the

Babies after me!

Who-o-o-a!

Kimchi: pbht! Pbbbbht!

[ Ding! ]

Chowder: aaaaah!

[ Honk! ]

Oh, kimchi, please don't leave

Me.

You're my best friend.

You can't get married.

Chowder's right, kimchi --

You can't get married, for, you

See, I am not just porridge but

detective porridge of the

Marzipan city police department.

Respect.

And kimchi's blushing bride

Is actually the escaped criminal

Robert limburger, aka the

Bridal bandit.

He's been hiding under that bag

For years, and we knew the only

Way to draw him out was an

Arranged marriage.

Sorry your family and I couldn't

Let you and kimchi in on this

Plan, chowder.

Chowder: oh, boy!

Kimchi, even though you saved my

Life and you don't have to be my

Friend anymore, you're welcome

To come back with me instead of

Living in this stinky old

Crocodile.

All right, that's it.

[ Hacks ]

[ Spits ]

I quit!

[ Crying ] if -- if y'all want a

Crocodile so bad, you better go

Get you one!

[ Crying ]

Chowder: well, kimchi,

Everything worked out.

We get to stay together forever.

And your whole family gets to

Hang out with us until they find

A new home!

Isn't this great?

Mung daal: yes, it's great.

Just great.

Shnitzel: radda.

Kimchi: pbht!

[ Sloop! ]

[ Conk! ]

[ Whip! Whip! ]

Mung daal: aah!

Unh!

Whew!

You!

Ugh!

That does it.

Take that!

Shnitzel: radda!

Mung daal: that!

Shnitzel: radda!

Mung daal: ugh!

Shnitzel: radda!

Mung daal: oh, for crying

Out...

Shnitzel, I think I got it.

[ Clang! ]

Shnitzel: radda.

Mung daal: okay, I got it.