01x12 - At Your Service/Chowder and Mr. Fugu

[bunniefuu]

[theme song]

♪ 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
r-r-radda radda ♪

♪ So come on in ♪

♪ Feel free to do
some looking ♪

♪ Stay a while 'cause
something's always cooking ♪

♪ Come on in feel free
to do some looking ♪

♪ Stay a while 'cause
something's always cooking ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

[Mung]
'Ladies would love it!'

- 'Oh, yeah!'
- 'Food? Anyone, food?'

[intro music]

[panting]

Mung, can't we slow down?

[instrumental music]

Please.

I heard Gazpacho got
some rare mood fruit in stock

and there's a recipe

I have been dying
to make with it.

Now, show me some hustle.

[gasping]

I want that mood fruit.

[panting]
Andale, Panini, andale.

Endive.

- Hi, num-nums.
- Panini.

Listen up, woman.
That mood fruit is mine.

As usual, nothing but
crazy talk from your lips.

I'll tell you what's crazy.

This rump of yours,
that's what's crazy.

Now, will you kindly
move it out of the way?

I'd be happy to
oblige, Mr. Daal.

Oops. Who-o-a-a!

[Mung]
'Chowder! Kick it
into high gear!'

High gear coming up.

[creaking]

[panting]

It's gaining on us.

Think fast, Panini, dear.

I'm on it, Missus.

Hey, num-nums, don't
take this personally.

[Panini]
'I still love you.'

[screaming]

Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!

Love hurts!

screech

Hey, what's up?

I require all
of your mood fruit.

[Endive]
'Yes!'

No!

One fling, please.

[upbeat music]

[yelling]

crash

Hey, Chowder.
I never knew you were into..

...w-wait for it..

[chuckles]
...boxing.

You get it?

Chowder, cough up
the mood fruit.

[coughs]

splat

Looking for these?

Woman, give me that fruit.

Num-nums, are you..

...okay?

Please don't touch me.

You want this fruit?

This fruit here?

[grunts]

[panting]

Fine.

How much do you want for them?

Oh, I have no need
for your petty changé.

Just admit I'm the better chef.

- Never!
- Then beg.

- What?
- Yes, on your knees.

Hands up like this.
Wag your tail.

- I'm not a dog.
- Oh, you're right.

You're much more
of a dirty kitty cat, eh?

And you, sir, are a mad cow!

[growls]

Groom yourself!

Woman, I have
too much self-respect.

[instrumental music]

- Oops.
- Aah! Whoa!

Uh-uh-uh. With kitty-cat sounds.

No, Mung, you're
not a kitty cat.

Panini, silence the fat one.

But I didn't say nothing.

I mean the fat,
purple bunnycat kid.

I didn't say nothing.

This one. Silence this one.

With pleasure.
Kiss me, you fool.

Just do it, Chowder!
We need that fruit!

I'd rather be
a dirty kitty cat!

[both meowing]

Ooh, this is going to be..

...delicious.

pop pop pop

[gentle music]

Oh, servants, entrez-vous,
s'il vous plaît.

How long do we have to do this?

My panties are riding up.

Yeah, mine too.

That witch said
if we survive the day

the fruit is ours, ours.

She can't dish out
anything we can't take.

Get it? It's a food metaphor.

You know, I love the way
these exotic mood fruits

change color
according to one's mood.

- They're doo-doo brown.
- Shh.

I think they look
lovely on you, Miss Endive.

Yes. Yes, they do.

And you know what would
look lovely on these two?

Grease.

[both]
Grease?

Grease.

[drum music]

I don't know how that woman
thinks we're gonna get

all this cold grease
cleaned up when she keeps..

Sploosh!

...pouring more
on our our heads!

Mung, my pretty outfit's
getting all soiled.

[laughing]
Sploosh!

So, are you ready to admit
I'm the better chef?

I'd sooner eat my nose!

[Endive]
'Sploosh!'

Jeez, that woman plays dirty.

Chowder? Chowder?

Let me out! Let me out!
I can't take it anymore!

Chowder, stop that!

The only way we are going
to get through this

is to stick together.

But she's a horrible man.

Chowder, focus.

A chef must be strong.

Strong!

A chef must be willing

to go to the limit
for his dish.

- To the limit.
- A chef must be like a rock.

- Like Shnitzel?
- Like Shnitzel.

- Radda radda?
- Radda radda.

You know what you have to do.

Go. Go fulfill your destiny.

Radda radda.

[instrumental music]

[creaking]

[slurps]

[burps]

Hey, Endive,
the grease is gone.

I'll be the judge of that.

thud thud thud

[sniffs]

[growling]

[squeaks]

- No grease?
- I'm a rock!

So, Endive, you ready
to give up that fruit?

whoosh

[gentle music]

[Endive laughs]

Oh, let's see if you can
take care of this

trifling little infestation
problem I seem to have.

[laughs]

[insects growling]

[screaming]

swoosh

- Hi.
- I'm not your boyfriend!

- Aah!
- Shh!

All this can be avoided
if you just say

I'm the better chef.

[grumbles]

[growling]

Mung, I'm scared.

[grumbles]

I'm scared, too, Chowder.

Listen,
I'll create a distraction

while you steal the fruit
off her giant, meaty neck.

If I don't return, please
bury me in my maid's outfit.

[inhales]

splash

[gulps]

Hey, ladybug, nice tattoo!

[growls]

Oh, sweet jelly doughnuts.

[Mung screaming]

Oh, I'm in heaven.

Panini, dear, throw on some CD.

I really want
to savor this moment.

[Mung screaming]

Oh, yes.

Massage?

Yes, Panini, yes.

♪ Where we go ♪

♪ And you will drink
my tears angel ♪

♪ Whisper to me softly ♪

♪ Let your troubles
float away ♪

[gulps]

[laughs]

♪ Tan gai tan gai tan gai ♪

♪ I remember as a child ♪

♪ A girl a lamb papa's smile ♪

♪ I feel a place
where two shall go ♪

♪ And you will run for miles ♪

♪ I feel a breeze
inside the realm ♪

♪ Tan gai ♪

♪ I feel a breeze inside ♪

♪ The realm ♪

♪ Tan gai ♪

[grunts]

This ain't gonna be fun.

You!

You can try your little tricks.

You can play your little,
childish games

but rest assured,
I will break you.

Woman, I will never say
you're better than me.

Never, never, never, never,
never, never, never, never

never, never, never, never..

Panini, unlock the cell.

Yes, ma'am.

[clicks]

[cell door opens]

Have fun peeling
my sack of growtatoes.

Growtatoes?

- Uh-oh.
- "Uh-oh?" Why uh-oh?

Keep your focus,
Chowder, be a rock.

I'm a rock in a hard place.

Don't worry, Mung,
I'll just eat them.

[Mung]
'No, Chowder, it's too
dangerous to eat growtatoes.'

We got to peel them to make
them stop. Peel for your life.

[both screaming]

[laughs]

Oh, any second now,
he'll say it.

[laughing]
He'll say I'm the better chef.

splat

Any..

...second..

...now.

Num-nums?

What have I done?

Panini, dear,
remember them fondly

for they were good people.

Keep them in your heart

like a candle keeps
its flame. La-la-la.

[cell door opens]

[shrieks]

[instrumental music]

You're alive?
I mean, that's too bad.

When life gives you
growtatoes, Endive

you make growtato salad.

But-but where did you
get the mayonnaise?

A good chef always
carries emergency mayonnaise.

My fruit, please.

[screaming]

What are you doing?

I heard Gazpacho is expecting
some fresh mangolios today.

[instrumental music]

Those mangolios will be mine.

Panini, andale!

Ohh!

[intro music]

[Truffles]
'Are you done in there yet?'

[Mung]
'Not yet.'

Go faster.

I'm going as fast
as I can, woman.

- Is it done yet?
- 'Not yet.'

If you're not ready
before he gets here

I'm gonna take your mustache
and stuff it up your..

[Truffles]
'Ah, it's so good
to see you, Mr. Fugu.'

[chuckles]
Yes, yes, I know.

Can I get you
anything, darling?

Here, have some tea.

Ooh, you look so good.

[chuckles]
Ahh. My order will now
be brought to me.

Let me just check
if it's ready.

boom

I told you dynamite
wouldn't work

although it was fun.

One way or another, we'll get
that big mouth of yours open.

Coochie coochie
coochie coochie coo.

[Mung]
'No good.'

I've got an idea.

[instrumental music]

♪ I'm very bad at singing ♪

♪ I get the words all wrong ♪

♪ If you can do it better ♪

♪ Why don't you
sing along Mung? ♪

♪ I'll bring some sting
to this old song ♪

♪ My singing voice is strong ♪

♪ A ding-a-ling
could sing along ♪

♪ Just try and prove me wrong ♪

[Mung]
'Shnitzel.'

♪ Radda radda radda ♪

♪ Radda radda radd ♪

♪ Radda radda radda ♪

♪ dadda radda radda radd ♪

Now you.

♪ I'm very good
at singing song ♪

♪ Especially when
I wear my thong ♪

Got it!

Good work, Chowder.

[clapping]

Hmm, very amusing.

Mr. Fugu.

We're nearly finished
with your order.

A rare delicacy
for the true connoisseur.

Perfectly poached
pearl croquettes

[Mung]
'nestled in a bed of
roasted red ribbon..'

'It will be one of the finest
dishes I've ever--'

Yes, yes. I shall take it.
I shall take the boy.

Chowder? I don't think
he'd taste very good.

The boy shall be
my valet for the day.

I find him most amusing.

But we need Chowder here
to finish the dish.

- 'Radda radda radda.'
- Yes, we do.

You are free, of course,
to deny my request

same as I'm free
to take my business elsewhere.

Wait, take him.
He needs the exercise.

Mung, I don't want
to leave the kitchen.

Chowder, Mr. Fugu
is an important customer.

[Mung]
'He spends more here'

'than all our other
customers put together.'

It costs money to rebuild
this kitchen every week.

Look, you like to eat, right?

So does Mr. Fugu.

Take him around to all
your favorite food places.

'Think of it as
a culinary expedition.'

Do I get to wear
a cool explorer's hat?

Uh, no. I'm out of hats,
but you can have this.

rattle rattle

I'll do it!

[sniffs]
Mmm, oh, what..

...is that..

...heavenly aroma?

This is a taco stand.

Two meaf tacos, please.

Here you go.

Taco! I've never had a taco.

[Chowder]
They're delicious.

Ah, ah, ahh.

chomp

Mmm. Mmm! Mmm!

[munching]

Oh, yes. Yes! Yes! Oh, yes!

- Yeah, I love them.
- Gimme!

[munching]

Ah, what a sensation.

[chuckles]
Garçon, more tacos.
Money is no object.

It is to me.

[munching]

Hey, what about me?

The valet shall sing to me
while I eat.

- What?
- It A*DS my digestion.

Key of "C," go.

♪ I wish I had some tacos ♪

♪ They look so good and tasty ♪

♪ Did I mention
that I'm hungry? ♪

♪ Is it my turn to eat yet? ♪

Stop singing. I'm finished.

[chuckles]
My compliments to the chef.

- Uh-huh.
- One taco, please.

Sorry, kid. we're all out.

- Out?
- 'Your buddy ate them all.'

[farts]

Take me to the next eatery.

I command you.

I guess I'll get
something there.

[farts]

[Mr. Fugu]
'Oh! Good tacos.'

[instrumental music]

[humming]

- Is he still there?
- Radda radda.

[purring]

[ominous music]

[both chuckle nervously]

[Mung hums]

Hey, it's Chowder.
I can pay my rent again.

I need a super-duper
double scooper.

- Enough to share, right?
- 'Okay.'

What is this...thrice cream?

The life giver.

The source of all
that is creamy and good.

Here you go. Oy, my back!

Ah-ha-ha! The life giver.

Ah-ha-ha.

Hold it.

Isn't that thrice cream for me?

Can't I have just one lick?

The valet must wait.
I always eat first.

- Oh, okay.
- Oh.

[licks]

Oh, yes!

[munching]

Can I have a lick now?

[instrumental music]

No, not yet.

[munching]

Okay.

thwack

Psst! Hey, buddy, down here.

Why not just bite the cone
and suck the thrice cream out?

I like the way
you think, Mr. Cone.

Tell that to my wife.

She's always riding on me.

Whoa, oh, oh! Whoa, oh, ah!

[gasps]

My thrice cream!

Oh!

Floor food!

[munching]

Bleh.

Um-mwah!

[sniffs]

I am completely satisfied.

[farts]

[coughs]
Ah!

I am now hungry again.

pop pop pop

[instrumental music]

- Walk faster. I'm starving.
- I'm gonna die.

I haven't eaten in two hours.

I got to take him someplace
where I can get my own food.

[Mr. Fugu]
'The valet will talk less
and walk faster.'

[pants]

Two crown roasts, please.

This place is really
something special.

Each roast is custom-made for
the diner. No two are alike.

[slurps]
Oh, that sounds
ridiculously decadent.

- It is.
- Ooh!

Oh, yes!

I feel like a king.

Now you have your food,
and I have mine.

[Mr. Fugu farts]

[coughs]

- Give me the other one.
- But this one's mine.

- Give it to me now.
- It was made for me.

- Gimme.
- No, leave it alone!

- Stop following me!
- Mine! Mine!

Mung lied. This isn't
a culinary safari.

It's a nightmare!

Help! Help me!

Oh, help me, someone, please!

[munching]

[sighs]

Alright, Mr. Fugu

are you ready for the next stop?

- Mr. Fugu?
- 'Help!'

[Mr. Fugu]
'Help me!'

- 'Quickly!'
- Oh, no!

Mung's gonna k*ll me.
I can't die.

I haven't had dessert yet.

[Mr. Fugu]
'Help me!'

I'll save you!

[grunts]

[pants]

[grunts]

Help me! Help me!

I know what I got to do.

[instrumental music]

Kimchi, I hope you had
a good breakfast

'cause you're gonna
need all your energy.

To the rescue!

[Kimchi farts]

[Mr. Fugu]
'Whoa! Whoa!'

- There!
- Ah.

Oh!

chomp

Ohh!

Whoa, gotcha.

No, I eat the sharp,
pointy spikes first.

[squawks]

thud

[Kimchi farts]

[groans]

[chirping]

[screaming]

[squawks]

[groans]

If you're gonna eat me

just please use a good
recipe and fresh spices.

[instrumental music]

[chicks chirping]

You'd better eat mama's food.

She works hard
to bring home the bacon.

Bacon?

Ahh!

[retching]

[choking]

[gulps]

That's not bacon.

[instrumental music]

Meow meow. Meow meow.

Meow meow meow. Meow,
meow meow meow.

- Meow.
- Hey, what you cooking?

Oh, thank goodness you're back.

We had a great time.
Mr. Fugu even gave me this.

[Mung]
'That's amazing.'

So, Mr. Fugu, was
Chowder able to..

[Mung]
'Chowder. That's not Mr. Fugu.'

I know. some guy was selling
these silly balloons.

Awesome, right?

Uh, sure, but where's Mr. Fugu?

More! More!

Ahh!

[retching]

Now, this is cuisine.

[retching]

Now, this recipe is really
quite easy to throw together.

[instrumental music]

Well, I suppose I asked
for it that time.

What's next?

We spread out
this swirly-whirl dough.

It's what keeps
the hypnopeepers together.

And we cover it with
a smattering of smeanut butter

and a good wallop
of jelly, roll, then slice.

And voilà, you have
your hypnopeepers.

Now, remember,
it's very important

[Mung]
'that you don't look
directly at them.'

- Uh, ah, ah, ah!
- Uh-oh.

chomp

[munching]