01x09 - The Puckerberry Overlords/The Elemelons

[bunniefuu]

[theme music]

♪ 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
radda radda radda ♪

♪ 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]

[theme music]

This here's the story of a man.

Well, not so much
a man as a boy.

Well, not an actual boy.
He's more of a cat.

Bear, rabbit thing.

So, this here's a story
of a cat-bear-rabbit thing.

You know what? Let's
just say he's a boy.

Makes things easier.

So, this here's
a story of a boy.

A boy who..

[coughing heavily]

Sorry about that.

A boy who would come to save us

in our darkest hour.

[instrumental music]

[Mung daal]
'Stay on target.'

Stay on target.

At the moment of maximum
ripeness, immediately pluck

the berry,
cutting the green stem

not the red stem.

[creak]

[gargling]

Blump!

[Chowder]
'Hey, Mung!'

[Mung Daal high-pitched scream]

Aaaaaaaaaah!

I got a question.

Why are we hiding
behind this wall, again?

Now, chowder, I've already
told you how dangerous

these pucker-berries are.

If it had popped
the sour juices

of this forbidden fruit

it could have destroyed us all.

But a good chef
always knows how

to balance the
sour with the sweet.

I once saw a man who was bold
enough or foolish enough

to put one into his mouth.

Plop!

What happened?

[Mung Daal]
'Well, let me tell you.'

'First, his lips puckered up.'

'Then his eyes
started to water'

'uncontrollably.'

'He got the ditters.'

Radda radda!

Next came the
severe flatulence.

[farting]

And just when
the poor, poor man

thought it couldn't
get any worse

his entire head started
to pucker

until his whole body
finally imploded.

Radda radda!

[muffled yelling]

Yeah, like that.

[screams]
Aaaaaaaah!

Quick!
Shnitzel, the string bean!

[whirling]

[Chowder's muffled yelling]

Now, I know what
you're thinkin'.

But stop it and pay attention
to the story, sickos.

Plop!

Whoosh!

Ugh!

[smacks lips]
Ah, that was sour.

Hey. Where am I?

Hello, Mung?

Shnitz... huh?

Hey! A snack!

Hyah! Ugh!

Rattle! Rattle! Rattle!

Ugh!

Ugh!

Raaaaaaa..

Aaarrrraaaaa..

Arrrraaaaa..

Lalalalalalala.

Lalaaaaaaaa.

Uhh-
Uhhhhh.

Whoosh!

Yum! String beans!

Aaaaaaaaaaa.

Whoosh!

Wow!

It's raining string beans!

What is this wonderful place?

Whoa!

It's a big cave that
smells like feet.

'Sweet.'

Sweet.

No, I said "feet."

- Sweet.
- Sweet.

- Feet.
- Sweet. Sweet.

Feet aren't sweet.

Unless you had feet
made out of caramel.

Then I guess they'd be sweet.

I wish I had feet
made out of caramel.

- Sweet.
- Sweet.

You guys are weirdos.

Can't you say anything
besides "sweet"?

- Sour!
- Sour!

See? That's better.

- Sour!
- Sour!

Uh...Hi?

Whoosh!

Come on, man!

Put your legs into it!

We got to pull chowder
out of his mouth!

Radda radda radda.

I'm not making
you do all the work.

I'm standing here pointing at

the pucker hole, aren't I?

Whoosh!

Rip!

Ohhhh, radda!

[instrumental music]

[whip cracks]

You taste buds walk like my

stinkin' grandma!

I got places to be, you know.

Maybe spending the rest
of your lives in the overlord's

floss mines will teach
you jerks a lesson.

Man, that guy's grumpy.

[Mr. Moon]
And so, Chowder and the
enslaved taste buds marched

toward what seemed
like certain doom.

Well, maybe not certain doom.

More like doom with
a strong possibility.

Possibili-doom.

Hey. I know you.

Can I have some cheese,
Mr. Moon?

I ain't the sassafrassin'

moon, you pickle head.

I'm your wisdom tooth.

My wisdom tooth?

How'd you get up in the sky?

Kid, I'm gonna spell this out
nice and slow, like.

You... Still with me?

Are the only one who can stop

these angry sour guys from
taking over your mouth.

- Move your round, pink butts!
- How am I supposed to do that?

- I'm an eater, not a fighter.
- I don't know.

But if you don't get on it
pronto, you aren't gonna have

a mouth to eat with anymore.

No mouth?

Welcome to the sour
citadel, you freaks.

Lair of the sour king.

[thunder crashes]

Why are you guys
always so grumpy?

Sometimes I get
grumpy when I'm hungry.

Quiet!

Shnitzel is usually
grumpy, but I think that's

'cause he has to make a poo.

Maybe you have to make a poo.

Be quiet!

Sheesh. Grumpy.

Bow before his majesty

the Sour King.

What have you brought me,
Frank?

It doesn't look
like a taste bud.

We don't know what it is,
Your Sourness.

I found him out by
the bicuspids.

Plunk!

Blah!

Sour cherry?

Yes.

Everything is sour here

for this is my domain.

I am sour Ron

lord of this mouth.

You can't be lord of my mouth.

Splat!

It's my mouth.

I need my mouth.

- Your mouth?
- Yeah.

Mung says that a chef's mouth
is his most important tool.

It lets you suck on a straw.

If you eat something tasty,
it lets you go..

[smacks lips]

When you eat too much,
it lets you barf.

And if you're really hungry

it lets you catch the barf--

Enough! Frank, put him in
the floss mines with the others.

- Let's go, you little scab.
- No! This is my mouth!

I won't let you destroy it!

The wisdom tooth was right!

You guys are just bullies!

And you need to make a poo.

All of you!

All of yo-o-o-o-o-o-u!

[laughs evilly]

[rumbling]

[straining ]
Radda radda radda radda radda!

Pedal harder, Shnitzel!

Or we'll lose chowder forever!

[straining]

Raddaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

[creaks]

Snap!

Aaaaaah!

Screech!

[straining]

Plop!

Whoosh!

Aw, nuts.

[upbeat music]

Floss! Floss, you taste buds!

What am I gonna do

if they take over my mouth?

I'll-I'll never be a chef.

Mmmmmmmmmmmm. Blah!

How do you think
that makes me feel?

- Bitter.
- You're darn tootin'.

[Mr. Moon]
And so, Chowder found his

inner rage, which would grow

even more ragey when he saw what

those sour guys had done
to his sweet tooth.

- My sweet tooth?
- Sour.

So...sour.

I can't take it anymore!

[straining]

Plop!

[chattering like a monkey]

Aaaaaaah!

[laughing hysterically]

Ding! Ding! Ding!

That was my favorite tooth.

I'm ma-a-a-a-a-d.

Rrrrrrrrrraaaaa!

Bwomp!

Crunch!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Zip!

Aaaaaaaah!

Aaaaaaaaaah!

Panting

Aaaaaaaaah!

[straining]

Get out of my way!

I'm gonna stop you guys!

[straining]

Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh!

[laughing evilly]

Do you understand yet?

We are the pucker-berry
overlords.

The most sour
beings in all the world.

And when we've
conquered this mouth

we're going to throw one

sweet victory party.

Too bad you're not invited.

[laughs evilly ]

Sweet party.

'Sweet.'

'Sweet.'

Sour. Sour.

A good chef always
knows how to balance

the sour with the sweet.

Have you peed on the seat?

A good chef always
knows how to balance--

That's it! Thanks, Mung!

There's only one
way to beat sour.

And that's with sweet!

Aaaaaaaah!

Sweet?!

Rattle! Rattle! Rattle!

♪ Now, when things
get kind of sour ♪

♪ Like before you
take a shower ♪

♪ And you're stinky from
your head down to your feet ♪

♪ There's just one
thing that'll save you ♪

♪ And that's when you
bring your face to ♪

♪ A great big bowl of
something really sweet ♪

♪ Oh, we're sweet ♪

♪ And our sweetness
can't be beat ♪

♪ Why we're the sweetest
sweeties of them all ♪

♪ Sweet, sweet ♪

♪ Oh, we're sweet ♪

♪ Yes, we're sweet ♪

♪ Got it tattooed on my seat ♪

♪ So your empire
of sour must fall ♪

♪ When you feel
your lips pucker ♪

♪ And you're
suckin' on a sucker ♪

♪ Then there's way too
much sourness in your life ♪

♪ Sour, sour ♪

♪ So, why not be a honey? ♪

♪ With ears just like a bunny ♪

♪ And maybe just
sweeten up that sour wife ♪

♪ Oh, we're sweet ♪

♪ Yes, we're sweet ♪

♪ And our sweetness
can't be beat ♪

♪ Why, we're the sweetest
sweeties of them all ♪

♪ Sweet, sweet ♪

♪ Oh, we're sweet ♪

♪ Yes, we're sweet ♪

♪ And that gum,
they're pretty neat ♪

♪ So my empire of sourness
must fa-a-a-a-a-a-ll ♪♪♪

[all cheering ]

Crash!

[Mr. Moon]
So, thanks to that little
bunny-lookin' feller

the taste buds
and the sour guys

learned to live
in peace and sweetness.

But I'll bet you're wonderin'
how the heck he got back home.

See, there was
so much sweetness

in the little bunny feller's
mouth after that song

he just plumb unpuckered
and popped back out.

Squish!

Poink!

[Both]
Aaaaaah!

[theme music]

[trumpeting in distance]

[moaning ]

What is that racket?!

And what is that noise?!

[trumpeting continues]

Okay, Queenie you're up.

Ata-girl.
Let's just hook you up.

Radda radda.

Squish!

Ooh, good!

We'll have enough juice
for our elemelon

doodle coolers in no time.

Sproing!

You're up, Princess.

[giggling ]

Aha. Aha.

Aha!

Good girl!

[giggling ]

Come on, Duchess.

Don't be scared.

We're only gonna squish you.

Well, I guess we won't need to
hook you up then today, Duchess.

[whimpers]

It's alright.
We'll try again in a little bit.

Ah! She's so fragile.

[creaking]

[intriguing music]

Warble! Warble!

[crash]

Whoosh!

Ah.

Much better.

What did you do to my elemelons?

Mung daal, look at me.

Look at me!

I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm looking.

- I am cute.
- Uh-huh.

To be this cute

I need my cutie sleep!

Cutie sleep, yes, dear.

You. You.

Me. Her.

Ah, you juicy fatties!

Ladies!

Please!

Don't fight over me!

I'm more than enough man
for all of you.

So what do you say we act like

adults and get back to juicing?

Huh? Huh?

A strike?

It's a fruit strike.

[laughs]

How am I going to
fill the order now?

Oh, right.
The ugly fruit is on strike.

We are doomed!

Yes! Exactly!

Listen, darling.

Those tubbies, they are fruit.

Fruit! Peh!

You control the fruit!

The fruit does not control you!

[gate clangs]

Whip!

Let me out of here!

Darling, I never
thought I'd say this, but

wiggle, wiggle, wagga, wagga,
wiggle, waggle, wugga.

What?

Oh, that's just something I'd
never thought I'd have to say.

But more to the point

I need juice for this dish.

So you need to make

nice with the elemelons.

I don't make nice!

You better start
learning, woman!

Blink!

Squeak!

When...I get juice

you get out!

I'm sorry.

[upbeat music]

He left me here.

"Make nice with the fruit."

My husband's mind
has gone to mush.

[elemelons trumpeting]

Oh. Okay, mama. It's okay.

Let's not get ugly.

Or, in your case, uglier.

If you know what's
good for you

you'll get your fruity tuchises

into that juicer!

Do we understand each other?

Whoosh!

Poing!

[instrumental music]

Whoop!

You silly fruits
are going down.

Bonk! Bonk! Bonk!

Um...
Yes. Hello.

I am, um, a new fruit in town.

And I was wondering
if anybody knows

a good place to get juice.

Oh, look! There is a juicer!

Would you roundies mind showing
me how it works?

Hmm.

And this. What does this do?

Plunk!

Gurgle! Gurgle!

Plunk!

[whimpers]

Oh, yes.

That makes it so much clearer.

Oh, poop.

[all gasp]

[all trumpet ]

Poing!

[instrumental music]

Attention,
[indistinct] juicy fruit!

If you do not stop
being selfish piggies

and give me juice

I will be forced to use force!

Okay, that's it!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Hey, Truffles,
I brought you dinner.

Let me out!

I have tried everything.

Threats,
intimidation, violence.

Nothing is working.

Well... You ever think..

M-Maybe it's because you're..

Cute?

N-no. No, t-that's not it.

Adorable?
I'm too adorable for words?

N-no. No, there's words.

[growling]

[screams]

Scary.

You're really scary.

Don't be ridiculous.

Shnitzel, am I scary?

Raaaaa!

I don't understand.

Well..

You can be a-a little harsh.

Okay.

A little severe.

Okay.

A little irritable

and unpleasant and mean and--

Okay, I get it!
But it is simply not true.

I am a happy, little
mushroom pixie

with tons of style, hot hair,
great attitude

and a smokin' little caboose.

[screams]

Where you going?!

[crickets chirping]

Mmm.

I am not scary.

Blah!

This food, now, that's scary.

What are you looking at?

Rumble!

[giggles ]

Slink! Slink!

Uh..

Would anybody like --

[whimpers]

Uh, no, no.
Don't be...Afraid.

Would you like some?

Oh.

[giggles]

No! Me!

[sniffing]

Ah, come on already.

[growls]

Fine. Don't eat. I'm just trying
to offer some food.

[gulp!]

Ptoo! Ptoo!

[groans ]

Oh, yes, my
husband's cooking.

Sometimes I just don't
know what he's thinking.

Oh, oh, yes.

[giggling]

Oh. You agree?

[all agreeing]
Mm-hmm.

Oy, it's hard being a
strong-willed woman, isn't it?

You have opinion,
they lock you in a cage.

Am I right? Am I right?

Who's with me here.

[elemelons giggling]

Oh, I'm so glad to meet fruits

who finally understand.

[talking indistinctly]

[Elemelons giggling ]

What? What did she say?

[talking indistinctly]

Nope. Not a word.

You know, I never
noticed before

but you have very
cute little features

aside from that schnoz.

What do you say we
have a little fun tonight?

Get a little crazy.

[elemelons agreeing]

Yeah, baby!

Bring on the crazy!

[camera shutter clicking]

[laughing]

Whoosh!

[indistinct conversations]

[phone ringing]

[upbeat music]

[all belch]

[upbeat music]

[laughing]

Whoosh!

[laughing]

[all yawning]

You know, for a bunch of
owl-faced, nobody, juicy fruits

you're not so bad.

I'm sorry I was so mean to you.

I think you're a
bunch of swollen..

I mean, swell ladies.

[all elemelons]
Awwwwwww!

Ahhhh. Goodnight, girls.

[elemelons]
'Goodnight.'

[elemelons smooching]

[gasps]

Ahhhhhh.

[crickets chirping]

Splat!

[rooster crowing]

[elemelons trumpeting]

[gasps]

I don't believe it.

- Yeah.
- Radda.

Good work, Queenie.

Oh, nice form, Princess.

Now all we need is
juice from you, Duchess.

Ding!

And she got
Duchess to hold still?

Squish!

[elemelons giggling]

Is that... Happiness?

Who are you? And what
have you done with Truffles?

Baby, are you okay?

Hi, Mungie.

I had the most wonderful night.

Well, I'm glad to hear--

[gate clanks]

What? W-w-what are you doing?

Oh, the ladies
and I are going shopping.

See you tomorrow.

[elemelons trumpeting]

It's hard being a
strong-willed woman, isn't it?

You have opinions
they lock you in a cage.

Radda.

Today we're making
lunar squish salad.

It's a blindingly
bright dish that..

Chowder, did you
eat my moon day beams?

I couldn't help it.

They looked so good.

Owwwww! My eyes!

Good golly!

How much did you eat?

- Not that much.
- 'Close it!'

We're gonna have to get some
midnight mint into you.

It's the only thing that'll
take away that light.

Glug! Glug!

'Whoa! Stop!
You're taking too much!'

Well, I guess we're
done for today.

[crash]
- Be careful!
- Sorry.

[theme music]