03x08 - Gazpacho!/The Toots

[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 ]

Agent funkfastagee come in.

We've just detected an enemy

Vehicle approaching fast.

They know it was you that ate

All their snack cakes.

Oh, and by the way -- I find you

Hot, and I'm madly in love with

You.

Sorry, babe.

Action's my only true love.

That and mother.

And snack cakes.

Ninjas.

I hate ninjas.

[ Shing! ]

[ Tire explodes ]

I really hate ninjas!

[ Tires screech ]

[ Beep! ]

[ Whoosh! ]

Flying ninjas!

Ooh!

I hate them even more than

regular ninjas!

[ Whoomp! ]

Stop eating our snack cake!

[ Thunk! ]

Ka-pow! Shake down!

Take that! Boom!

In your face!

[ Boing! ]

Ugh!

Hey, there, mamacita.

How do you feel about secret

Agents who still live with their

Mother?

[ Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! ]

[ Slurp! Slurp! ]

Wha? What the...

Aah!

Where's monica? What happened?

Who are you?

Chowder: you fell asleep at

Your stand again.

I did?

Am I naked?

Chowder: no.

You naked?

Chowder: yeah.

But I'm always naked.

I like the boys to get some

Fresh air now and then.

Mung daal: hello?

We've been here for hours trying

To wake you up.

Chowder: you sure sweat a lot

When you sleep.

Yeah, I know.

It's hereditary.

Mother does it, too.

Luckily for her, though, she's

Got a lot of hair under her pits

To soak up the sweat.

I mean -- I mean a lot of hair.

A lot.

B-bunches. Truckloads full.

It's like she's got two sheep

In a headlock.

It's...a massive amount of hair.

Doubles her body weight.

It's not really fair, but did I

Mention a lot?

Okay.

What are you looking at?

Mung daal: look, I just need

To pick up some --

[ Clock chimes ]

Dink-a-loo, dink-a-lee.

Time to close!

Go home! Be free!

Quitting time. Gotta go.

Mung daal: but what about my

Order?!

Sorry, bro. Can't help you.

I got to go before the bullies

Get out of school.

There he is, girls!

Get him!

Get him!

Oh, no!

It's too late!

[ All shouting ]

[ Tires screech ]

Aah! Ooh!

[ All snoring ]

[ Door creaks ]

[ Retches, coughs ]

Mother, I'm home.

[ All barking ]

Heel! Ow!

I guess I'll be in my room.

[ Door creaks ]

[ Air squeaking ]

Mother, I'm hungry!

I'm hun-gryyy!

Mother?

Mother!

Mother?

Mother!

Mother! Mother! Mother!

Mother?!

Motheeeeeeer!

Strange.

Mother wouldn't just leave me

Alone without telling me, would

She?

Would she?!

I don't know.

Usually she leaves a note,

But I didn't see no note.

Something horrible must have

Happened to her!

[ Gasps ]

I bet mother got taken by...

By...by ninjas!

Yaaaah!

Just like the ones in my dream!

[ Mumbled yelling ]

Mung daal: [ laughs ]

Shnitzel: [ babbles ]

Motherrrrr!

[ Screams ]

[ Record scratches ]

Uh, not that dream.

[ Knock on door ]

Oh, no!

They're back!

Weapon! I need a weapon!

Eat this, ninjas!

Pa-cha! Pa-cha!

[ Squirt! ]

Aah!

Oh, my gosh!

Limon, I'm so sorry!

I thought you were ninjas!

Ninjas?

I hate ninjas!

I brought over your mail.

They keep putting it in my

Mailbox by accident, even though

I keep reminding them.

Limon!

Limon!

Stop talking to the neighbor boy

And finish your piano lessons!

In a minute, mother!

What's wrong, gazpacho-san?

You look a little tense.

You got to help me!

Mother's been shanghaied by a

Band of evil flying ninjas with

Ninja powers!

We got to hurry!

So, where should we start

Looking?

Well, it's like how the

Ancient chinese philosopher

Confucius always said -- "los

Burritos estã¡n muy mojados

Porque tienen mucho, mucho

Queso."

Which means, "when you lose

Something precious, put up

Flyers."

I didn't realize confucius

Spoke spanish.

There are many things you

Don't know about confucius.

[ Wheels squeaking ]

[ Staple clicks ]

There!

Unfortunately, I didn't have a

Photo of mother 'cause she never

Fits in the frame, so I had to

Improvise a bit.

[ Scream! ]

It's beautiful.

She's a beautiful woman.

Hello.

I saw your flyer.

Are you looking for me?

Mother! Wait!

You're an imposter!

I'll handle this.

Ah-ka!

Ha-cha!

Hyah!

Ha-ka!

Ha-cha!

Hyah!

Wa-ka!

Ha-cha!

Ha-ka!

I don't get it!

Why haven't the ninjas contacted

Me yet for a ransom?

That's how it usually goes.

Ninjas don't work like that.

They force their victims to wear

Unflattering hats, then take a

Bunch of pictures and put them

Up on the internet with funny

Captions.

Those monsters!

[ Telephone rings ]

They finally called us!

What do I say? What do I say?

I'm not good at hostage

Negotiations.

I'll get it.

Hello?

Uh, shirley?

Is that you?

It's me, juanito.

This is shirley.

You don't sound like shirley.

It is. Trust me.

Oh. All right.

Listen, baby, I've been wanting

To see you again ever since our

Last date.

I can't stop thinking about you,

Babe.

And I can't stop thinking

About you, too, juanito.

What's going on?

Where are they keeping mother?

I'm getting to that.

They're speaking in code.

Yo, sweet cakes.

Meet me at the arboretum in an

Hour, baby.

I'll be there.

Okay.

I love you.

I love you, too, juanito.

They've got her at the

Arboretum.

Aah!

That's on 52nd street.

We can take the bus!

Here you go.

Exact change only.

Fine!

Let's see -- 50, 55, 60.

Ugh!

You got 15 sments?

I only carry 100s.

Come on, come on, come on,

Come on, come on, come on!

1St street.

















That's it!

I got to do something!

Move it, gramps!

[ Whip! ]

[ Tires squeal ]

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

How do you drive this thing?

Let me.

I used to be a kindergarten

School-bus driver.

Why'd you stop?

I don't want to talk about

It.

[ Tires squeal ]

Hey, watch it how you turn!

A little slower!

Watch the brakes!

Anybody else shvitzing?

It's hot in here, right?

Hey, why don't you hit the a.c.?

Watch that guy!

Okay, move out of the way.

You should have turned left

There.

It would have been faster!

[ Tires squeal ]

Well, we're here.


[ European accent ]
hey, bros!

Welcome to arbor's arboretum.

I am arbor, strong arborian male

Tree.

We have many, many extra-leafy

Arborian trees to see, bro.

Hey, bro.

Bro.

Bro.

Hey, bro.

Yeah, bro.

And huge, huge marble

Columns.

Nice.

It's very elegante, bro.

And I make you good deal on

Cellphone or pager with text

Messaging, bro.

Text messaging!

Only 2-year commitment, bro.


Do it! Do it!

Do it!

We're just here to save

Mother from the ninjas.

Tell me where they're keeping

Her!

Mother? Mother?

Oh, you want to see mother.

Okay, bro.

You got it.

Oh, mother!

[ Rumbling ]

What? What is it?

What do you want?

Eh?

She is oldest arborian tree in

Arboretum.

She never in good mood, bro.

He's stalling.

He knows something.

Hand over mother right now!

Or else.

Or else!

Or else what?

Or else we'll bathe in their

Sticky sap.

Or else we'll bathe in your

Sticky -- what?

That's gross.

You know, arbor not liking

Tone in voice, bro.

Arbor must ask that you leave

Arboretum right now.

But if you're to visit the gift

Shop on your way out, yes?

No!

I'm not leaving without mother!

Limon, attack!

Ah-ka!

Ka-cha!

Hyah!

Wa-ka!

[ Rumbling ]

Hyah!

[ Door creaks ]

[ Barking ]

[ Screams ]

Well, we didn't find mother.

But at least we got cool new

Cellphones.

Mother, she's --

She's...gone.

[ Sobbing ]

[ Wheezes, nose honks ]

Hold me!

Don't worry.

She'll eventually turn up.

But I'm just saying that to

Comfort you.

I don't really believe it.

[ Sobbing ]

[ Snorts ]

[ Trumpets ]

Mother?

Mother, you're alive!

[ Laughing ] you're alive!

Oh, I'm so happy to see you!

But wait a minute -- how'd you

Escape?

I don't care! Never mind!

It's not important.

What's important is I have you

Back.

I swear I will make those ninjas

Pay for taking you.

Hey, by the way, have you seen

My blankey?

[ Spy music plays ]

♪ How do I say, "I love

You"? ♪

♪ L'amour, l'amour, l'amour ♪

Chowder: what are we making

Today?

Mung daal: oh, just some

Bread.

Chowder: but that doesn't

Sound like a fantastically

Whimsical, marzipanian dish at

All.

Mung daal: good point.

Let me find something made up to

Put in it.

Here.

Chowder: ooh.

What is it?

Mung daal: it's a tootin'

Fruit.

They are full of gas, and when

They expand, they make the bread

Rise just like yeast.

Chowder: oh.

Why don't we just use yeast?

Mung daal: because this is

"Chowder!"

Chowder: but i'm chowder.

Mung daal: right.

Chowder: so, now what?

Mung daal: well, now I should

Tell you not to eat it.

Chowder: and I eat it anyway,

Right?

Mung daal: yep. Here.

Now I'll turn around and pretend

To be oblivious.

[ Bagpipe music plays ]

[ Chomp! ]

[ Warble! ]

Chowder: oh!

Suddenly I don't feel so good.

[ Grumble! ]

Ugh!

Chowder, what are you doing to

Me?

Ooh!

Aah!

[ Stretch! ]

[ Warble! ]

Mung daal: oh, no, chowder

Ate the tootin' fruit!

Chowder: oh, mung, I think I

Got gas!

I got gas real bad!

Mung daal: chowder, give me

Your finger!

Chowder: oh.

Okay.

Mung daal: everyone, hold

Your breath and take cover!

[ Dripping! ]

[ Stretch! ]

Chowder: [ farts ]

[ Tink! ]

Mung daal: that's it?

It's okay now, shnitzel.

Chowder just needed a little

Relief.

Chowder: phew!

[ Rumble! ]

Look out!

I'm having my second wind!

♪ How do I say, "I love

You"? ♪

♪ L'amour, l'amour, l'amour ♪

♪ How do I say, "I adore you"? ♪

♪ J'adore, j'adore, j'adore ♪

[ Sizzling! ]

[ Cheering ]

What is the meaning of all

This hubbub?

Mung daal: chowder just made

The most beautiful music.

Little boy, you have the

Voice of an angel.

Chowder: oh, it wasn't me.

It was my tush.

More!

We must hear more!

Chowder: well, I don't know

If I can do it again.

We'll pay lots of moolah!

Moolah, you say?

Chowder: what's moolah?

Can you eat it?

My client knows not of which

He speaks.

Of course he'll perform for you.

Chowder: I will?

Yes, you will -- but for a

Price.

Chowder: what's a price?

Can you eat it?

Chowder, your tushie has a

Gift, but every gift needs

Proper management.

I will manage your tushie, and I

Will make you a star.

Don't you see, chowder?

You can be something bigger and

Better.

Chowder: like your hand?

Yes.

Just like my --

[ Gasps ]

[ Chuckles ] forget that.

It's your destiny to entertain

The masses.

And do you know what happens to

Little boys who deny their

Destiny?

Chowder: what?

Their dreams never come true!

Chowder: [ gasps ]

My precious dreams!

They never get to be happy.

Chowder: [ gasps ]

My irrepressible happiness!

They die alone and penniless!

Chowder: [ gasps ]

That's okay.

Pennies are pretty useless.

Mung daal: but, chowder, we

Have a cooking date tonight.

Chowder: it's my destiny,

Sir.

My destiny!

[ Chomp! ]

[ Stretch! ]

♪ Do dee da dum ♪

Mung daal: well, I can't deny

The boy's buns have talent.

But I'm sure gonna miss him.

[ Air deflating ]

Put me down.

Now, the first step to becoming

A rock star is you've got to

Have a rock-star name.

Chowder: ooh, I know!

"Chowde-e-e-r"!

[ Sighs ] no.

It needs to have some pizzazz.

Chowder: ooh, I know!

"Chowder pizzazz"!

Uh, how about, uh...

"Tootin"?

Wayne tootin.

Chowder: I don't get it.

Wow, there's a huge crowd.

I don't know if I can do this!

Of course you can do it.

With all that tootin' fruit in

You, the only way you could blow

It is to not blow it.

Chowder: oh, yeah!

[ Gulp! ]

[ Cheers and applause ]

[ Stretch! ]

[ Squeaking ]

[ Upbeat music plays ]

♪ How do I say, "I love

You"? ♪

♪ L'amour, l'amour, l'amour ♪

[ Laughs ]

♪ How do I say, "I adore

You"? ♪

♪ J'adore, j'adore, j'adore ♪

♪ However I say it, you are my

Love ♪

You complete me,

Wayne tootin!

♪ ...from heaven above ♪

♪ How do I say, "I love you"? ♪

♪ L'amour, l'amour,

L'amou-ou-our ♪

[ Cheers and applause ]

Chowder: gorgonzola, they

Love me!

They really love me!

Thank you, thank you.

Mr. Tootin will be here all

Week.

Chowder: oh, wait,

Gorgonzola.

I forgot.

Mung and I have a cooking date

Tonight.

You don't need to worry about

That stuff anymore.

You are wayne tootin, cash cow.

Remember?

Chowder: oh, then who's that?

♪ Danke schoen ♪

Don't play games with me.

Chowder: but I got the table

All set up.

The point is you cannot go

Back to your life as a cook.

You are a star.

Chowder: what if I don't want

To be a star anymore?

I mean, it's great and all --

The lights, the screaming

People, the bottled water, the

Endless rivers of sequins -- but

All you let me eat is tootin'

Fruit.

And I miss mung and shnitzel and

Even truffles.

They're my peeps!

I think I'm gonna check in with

Them anyway.

Okay, but eat this tootin'

Fruit first.

Chowder: sure thing.

[ Inflates! ]

[ Strained ] oh, gosh!

I'm stuck in the door!

Shh!

Mung let you go because he knew

This is the only way you'd be

Happy.

Chowder: that doesn't sound

Like the mung I know.

[ Clears throat ]

[ As mung daal ] chowder, I know

You're happier with gorgonzola.

Stay there.

Chowder: oh.

I guess he doesn't really want

Me.

Well, the show must go on.

Cha-ching!


Mung daal: [ sighs heavily ]

Shnitzel: radda radda?

Mung daal: well, chowder and

I were supposed to have a

Cooking date, but I guess he's

Forgotten.

Shnitzel: r-radda radda?

Mung daal: oh, I thought we'd

Just dress some salad.

Got a jacket, pants, even an

Adorable little hat.

[ Sobbing ]

Shnitzel: r-radda.

Mung daal: no, I do not need

To get out more!

Thank you very much!

[ Sobbing ]

Great show tonight, tootin.

See you at the afterparty.

So, you girls are twins, huh?

Both: [ giggling ]

Chowder: yeah, I'll, uh,

Catch up with you.

H-hey, mung.

Mung daal: chow-- I mean, um,

Oh, hey, chowder.

Missed you at dinner last night.

Chowder: I missed you, too.

Mung daal: what was that?

Chowder: nothing.

So...um, eh, um, I was just in

The neighborhood, and I thought

I'd drop by.

Eh...

Whatcha cooking?

Mung daal: oh, you know, just

Some flutternut tarts.

Chowder: flutternut tarts.

Mung daal: yep.

But I'm sure a person of your

Celebrity wouldn't have the time

Nor the interest.

Chowder: well, I "bess" I

"Getter" go.

Mung daal: chowder, wait!

Chowder: I'm sorry, mung, but

Gorgonzola says this is my one

Chance to be something I'm not

And never even wanted to be.

Isn't that not what you don't

Want me to not to do?

Mung daal: I don't know.

Chowder: I brought you

Tickets to my show.

[ Doink! ]

I'm sorry!

Mung daal: ow!

[ Wibble! ]

[ Pop! ]

♪ How do I say, "I love

You"? ♪

♪ L'amour, l'amour, l'amour ♪

[ Cheers and applause ]

Chowder: I miss mung.

My heart's just not in my fart.

Finish the song!

Mung daal: excuse me.

Excuse me.

Pardon me. Pardon.

Excuse me.

Chowder: mung?

[ Wibble! ]

I got to go back to my peeps!

Citizens of marzipan, I have an

Announcement -- I'm sorry, but

Tonight will be my last

Performance.

I have learned what is important

To me, and it's not to be rich

And adored by millions.

It is to annoy mung as an

Apprentice chef.

So, goodnight, wayne tootin, and

Good riddance.

[ Audience gasps ]

Mung daal: ooh, I can't

Believe it!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Wait a minute.

Chowder minus tootin' fruit

Equals...

No!

I'm ruined!

Chowder, you can't give up!

This is my one shot at money and

Fame!

Your butt is my future.

Chowder: nuh-uh!

Yuh-huh!

Chowder: nuh-uh!

I said "yuh-huh," and I mean

"Yuh-huh!"

[ Crash! ]

Oof! Huh?

Uh-oh.

Don't do it, chowder!

Chowder: let me go,

Gorgonzola, or I start pulling

Fingers!

You wouldn't!

♪ How do I say, "I love

You"? ♪

Stop!

Stop the music!

[ Coughs ]

Gross!

My mouth was open!

Okay, you win!

You can go!

Chowder: ahh!

The smell of victory.

[ Coughing, choking ]

Mung daal: whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

[ Sproing! ]

Mung daal: ah?

Chowder: ah?

[ Chomping! ]

Both: [ gulp! ]

[ Rumbling ]

♪ How do I say, "I love

You"? ♪

♪ L'amour, l'amour, l'amour ♪

♪ How do I say, "I adore

You"? ♪

♪ J'adore, j'adore, j'adore ♪

♪ However I say it, you are

My love ♪

♪ A wonderful gift from

Heaven above ♪

Both: ♪ how do I say, "I love

You"? ♪

♪ L'amour, l'amour,

L'amou-ou-ou-r ♪

Its come down to this

Gladiators from marzipan city

Battling it out in a staring

Contest for the ages.

Chowder: how long do we have

To keep on doing this?

Time's of no importance!

Only the game matters!

Chowder: but I'm getting

Hungry!

Shush, chowder!

Concentrate on the game!

[ Stretch! ]

[ Pop! ]

Chowder: [ gasps! ]

Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!

Gross, gross, gross!

You blinked! I won!

In your face, sucker!