01x15 - The Thousand Pound Cake/The Rat Sandwich

[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-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]

[groaning]

Radda radda radda!

I know this 1000 pound
cake is heavy

but I'm almost done
with the filling.

Just hold her steady
another minute.

[Chowder]
'Mung?'

Yes, Chowder?

Are you sure I'm helping
by staying in the corner?

Oh, yeah! We couldn't
do it without you.

Right, Shnitzel?

- Radda.
- Okay.

But wouldn't it be better
if I was over there?

Nope. Don't move your
feet from that spot.

Alright.

I won't move my feet
from this spot.

[grunting]

[instrumental music]

Psst. Hey, Shnitzel.

Let me help you hold that.

Helpful.

Ugh!

All..

Ah!

Has anyone seen my
wart-removal cream?

I got such a canker on my..

Oh, my gosh! Honey!
Why aren't you working?

This dish has got to be
delivered right away!

What do you mean,
"Why the rush?"

'Cause of our company motto!

"Mung Daal Catering.

It's better than
eating out of a dumpster."

No, no! Our new company motto.

"Food delivered by
sundown or it's free."

And you know how much I
hate to give away free food.

[grunting]

[groaning]

Well, what are you waiting
for? Go make that delivery!

[stammering]

You! Chunky purple kid!

[Truffles]
'You and Shnitzel are in
charge of this delivery.'

[gasping]

I won't let you down.

swish

[groaning]

He forgot the cake.

[panting]

Shnitzel, I found the address!

Hurry up! Hurry up.

Hurry up.

Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up.

Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up.

Geez, could you go any slower?

Radda, radda, radda, radda.

[Capellini]
'Who is it?'

We're here with your
cake you ordered.

[Capellini]
'Well, deliver it!'

[birds chirping]

Where's your door?

[Capellini laughing]

[Capellini]
'Hold on. I got another call.'

[instrumental music]

I like turtles.

[Capellini]
'Lousy telemarketers.'

'Where was I? Oh, yeah.'

[Capellini laughing]

So, where's your door?

- 'On top.'
- On top of what?

[Capellini]
'That giant there!'

'And remember, if you
don't get it to me'

'before sunset, I get it free.'

[Capellini laughing]

[yawning]

We better start
climbing, Shnitzel.

Radda radda radda radda.

Too high up? But we have to try!

Mung's counting on us! Please.

[Chowder]
'I can't do it without you!'

'You're my rock.'

[sobbing]

[groaning]

You're my rock.

[grunting]

Keep going. Must
make it to the top.

Shnitzel. I gave it my all.

[panting]
You're gonna have to carry me.

Onward.

Radda radda radda ra.

[instrumental music]

[grunting]

Wow, climbing is hard.

I better make sure we
don't run out of energy.

That's why I brought snacks!

[chomping]

Best of all, they've
been in my hat.

So, they're nice and squishy.

[chomping]

[burping]

[sighs]

Oh, Shnitzel, you're welcome.

[screaming]

[music continues]

[screaming]

[panting]

That was close.

We almost lost our snacks.

[chomping]

[instrumental music]

This is taking forever.

I know! I'll keep our spirits
up with some travelling music.

It's a song I call,
"Traveling Song."

♪ Spinning spinning spinning ♪

♪ Everything is spinning ♪

♪ Swirling swirling swirling ♪

♪ Everything is swirling ♪

♪ Spinning spinning spinning ♪

♪ Everything is spinning ♪

♪ Swirling swirling swirling ♪

♪ Everything is swirling ♪

[grunting]

Did my song help you?

Do you feel energized?

[instrumental music]

Ow!

Hey, there, Mr. Bird.

- Who threw that?
- Shnitzel did.

How you like them apples?

I like apples.

But these apples are terrible!

[groaning]

Don't worry, Shnitzel.
I'll get us out of here!

[screaming]

[instrumental music]

[panting]

[farting]

[sniffing]

[grunting]

Oh, my gosh, Shnitzel, when
we were falling, I thought

I was gonna die, so
everything I ever ate

flashed before my eyes.

[clicks tongue]
Hmm..

- Come on, let's do it again.
- Radda radda.

Wait! Look!
The sun's going down!

[yawning]

We...gotta get moving.

Radda!

It smells like kimchi
around here.

[instrumental music]

[barking]

[screaming]

- Radda radda radda!
- Barking spiders?

- Where'd those come from?
- Radda ra!

What do you mean,
I don't wanna know?

Radda! Radda, radda!

You think they smell the cake?

Well, they can't have it!
It's not for them!

[screaming]

[grunting]

[barking]

[music continues]

[whimpering]

No, Shnitzel. They have
to order their own!

Take that.

chomp

[wind gushing]

[screaming]

[grunting]

[panting]

Oh, no..

Come on, Shnitzel.
We're almost out of time.

Radda.. Radda, radda..

Don't give up yet. My snacks
will give us strength!

The last snack.
The ultimate sacrifice.

You eat it.

[sighs]

Too tired to even chew?

Then I shall be your rock!

I'll chew for you!

[munching]

[giant]
'You're a true friend.'

Who said that? Ah!

[giant]
'I wish I had a friend that
would share with me.'

I'll share with you.

- Really?
- Really.

- Really?
- Really.

- Really?
- I got a snack right here.

Oh, boy!

[spits]

Mmm! That's delicious.

Thanks. That's the nicest thing
anyone's ever done for me.

Well, if you think that's good

wait until you taste
the cake you ordered.

Oh, that's not for me.
It's for Capellini.

- He lives on top of my head.
- All the way up there?

- We'll never make it in time!
- No one ever makes it in time.

He always gets
his food for free.

And he never shares!
He's a big jerk-face.

Come on. We have to get
to the jerk-face on top.

[groaning]

We failed Mung.
We failed Truffles.

And we ran out of snacks!

[giant]
'I'll help you, friend.'

Thank you, thank you,
thank you.

- Delivery!
- 'Just one minute.'

Uh. I'll be right there.

[evil laughter]

Open up! Open up!
Open up! Open up!

Open up!

[sobbing]
Open.

Well, it's about time.

We have the 1000 pound
cake you ordered.

You mean, my free

[laughing]

Yeah!

Huh?

[rumbling]

[instrumental music]

Yay! The sun's back!
That'll be 1 dollar, please.

[screaming]

thud

[grunting]

Stinking thing is heavy!

Thanks! We couldn't
have done it without you.

[giant]
'Ah, you're welcome.'

- Radda, radda.
- What?

Y'know, radda radda.
Radda, radda, radda.

[gasps]
You couldn't have
done it without me?

High five, Shnitzel.

Too slow!

[screaming]

Finally some peace and quiet.
A chance to relax.

boom

- Thanks for the ride!
- Yeah, no problem, Chowder.

Mung! I delivered the cake
on time and got paid.

- Great job, Chowder.
- It was a piece of cake.

- Wait, where's Shnitzel?
- Oh, he's on his way.

[screaming]

[intro music]

[instrumental music]

[indistinct chatter]

[guffawing]

[laughing]

[screaming]

[all]
Rat?

[screaming]

Nicely done, my friend.
Nicely done.

We shall now partake in
the most important meal

of the day. Free breakfast.

[slurps]
Yeah!

[exhaling]

I thought I made it clear
I never wanted to see

you two dirtbags here again.

My good sir, I had assumed

that was just
a friendly suggestion.

Well, here's another
suggestion for you.

I don't like what you're
suggesting. Come, rat.

We'll take our
business elsewhere.

Well, this is a fine
"How do you do?"

Now where are we
supposed to find a meal?

Chowder, drop it! Drop it.

How am I supposed
to cook a delicious meal

if you eat all the ingredients?

- Can I just--
- 'No!'

[instrumental music]

[bell ringing]

- Hello, there.
- Hey.

If you're looking
for the drycleaners

it's on the next block over.

No, no. I would like
to order a sandwich.

You sure you don't want
the drycleaners?

They make better food
than my husband.

Such a lovely
place you have here.

- Almost as lovely as you.
- What was that?

I said, you look like
a woman in charge.

[chuckles]
Well, I do run
a pretty tight ship.

Yes, very pretty indeed.

[giggling]

[humming]

Today's order is ready.

[giggling]

- Stop!
- 'Pardon me.'

I'm terribly sorry

but Truffles is not on the menu.

Au contraire.

Maybe we can get
you a doggy bag.

[panting]

[barking]

Ladies, please.
Don't fight over me.

I've only come to be fed.

- Hello?
- Chowder!

Stop talking to that man's guts!

Shoo shoo shoo.

If it's too much trouble,
I'll just go somewhere else

to get my sandwich.

- No!
- Yes!

- No!
- Yes!

- No!
- Yes!

Fight! Fight!

ding

[cheering]

[growling]

[screaming]

[instrumental music]

Radda, radda.

We will make the sandwich.

Your sandwich.

[sniffing]

Ah!

Do you mind?

[chomping]

[instrumental music]

Alright, rat.
The coast is clear.

It's time to play "Delicious!"

Hmm.. My compliments
to the chef.

This might be the most delicious
sandwich I've ever had.

Oh, really?
You really mean that?

Oh, I do. Except for one thing.


- Do tell.
- Just this giant dead rat!

[screaming]

Radda! Radda, radda, radda..

Giant dead rat sandwich!

I wanna try, I wanna try!

You're fired!

This is the sort of scandal that
could put you out of business.

[gasping]

Out of business?

Now, let's not be hasty.

I'm sure we can work
something out.

That's right, if you don't
cater to my every whim

I'll be forced to expose this
establishment

[Reuben]
'for the rat infested
kitchen it is.'

[instrumental music]

Lunch is served.

Right this way.

Mmm.

Like breakfast in bed,
except it's lunch time.

[sniffs]

[slurping]

Rat sandwich.

My, this does look fabulous.

Hmm-mm..

Except that it needs more salt.

- Send it back.
- More salt?

I'll have you know,
I'm a masterchef.

Hey, everyone. Look!

More salt coming up.

[squeaking]

[chomping]

You know what?

My jaw is getting sore.

Here. You can help me
chew my food.

[instrumental music]

Okay, that's enough.

[chomping]

Oh, yes. Much better.

But I'm hungry.

[stomach growling]

Give me back my food!

No, Mr. Tummy, no.

He's an important customer.

I don't care! I'm hungry!

I can't take it!

Alright, Reuben. We have
fed you. We bathed you.

[groaning]

Did your taxes,
clipped your nails

and even gave you a gallbladder!

I think we've
done quite enough

and it's time for you to leave!

Did someone call
the health inspector?

Yes, as a matter of fact, I did.

I'm afraid this sandwich
has a ra--

- Rash!
- A rash?

Yes, the dish
isn't feeling well

and this concerned customer
just wanted to make sure

it pulled through.

But I've assured him
everything is under control.

- Isn't that right?
- Yes, everything is fine now.

Well, I suppose so, but
just to be safe, I'd like to..

...run a few tests so that
we can be absolutely sure..

[bell rings]

[instrumental music]

♪ Swing low sweet
cherry on top ♪

Reuben's eating
everything in the kitchen

and he won't share.
I'm wasting away!

Look.. Soon I shall be no more!

Mr. Tummy need food,
or he get cranky.

There's a giant fat pig
in the reception area.

What do you say we make
some pork chops?

- Pork chops! Pork chops!
- Mr. Tummy like pork chops!

Alright, Shnitzel,
make it clean and quick.

Do it when he's not looking.

Radda, radda, radda, radda..

Oh, I suppose you're right.

We should just try to get
the rat sandwich away from him.

- Less jail time.
- Mr. Tummy agree.

Prison food tastes terrible.

Where's my dessert?

You know how I feel
about waiting!

[Mung]
'Coming..'

I brought you something
really special.

[oinking]

[panting]

Now, Shnitzel.

[groaning]

Whoa! Whoa! Ow, ooh!

Ouch! Aye! Oh!

- Care for a cupcake?
- You made this for me?

Oh! How sweet of you.

[gasps]
Gonna get you, rat sandwich!

Got to be sneaky.
Hey, everybody.

Pay no attention to me.

Just taking a walk
across the room

for no particular reason.

[instrumental music]

Have a cupcake.

Rat sandwich, Rat
sandwich, Rat sandwich.

Pancakes, pancakes, pancakes.

Hurry up!

[giggling]

I'll be back for you later.

I love you.

You know I dig a man in charge.

Well, I do keep food
on the table.

Among other places.

[chuckles]
Would you excuse
me for a moment?

Now. Grab it now.
You were saying..

[instrumental music]

Arr-arr-arr!

Gotcha!

Take a bite!
Mr. Tummy needs food!

One little bite can't hurt.

[chomping]

Ouch! Hey, man,
what's the big idea?

I'm trying to play dead here.

Sorry. It's just, I can't
remember the last time I ate.

Yeah, I feel your pain, brother.

I do all the dirty work,
and Reuben gets the grub.

Why does stuff like
this happen in the world?

One little kiss couldn't hurt.

[chuckles nervously]

Naughty, naughty.
What the-- My sandwich!

twang

I did it! We got the sandwich!

Why didn't I just do
that in the first place?

Because I really look
good in this dress.

It's too late, Reuben.

We've got the sandwich
and the rat.

You dirty rat.. But no matter.

I don't need you
or that sandwich.

[whistling]

[instrumental music]

[squeaking]

You've really let the place go.

[Reuben]
'If anyone saw
the kitchen in this state'

'you'd never be allowed
to cook again.'

I guess now you'll be
taking care of me forever.

- I don't think so.
- Huh?

Huh?

I used to think a dead rat

was just a delicious
sounding treat

but I learned rats
are more than that.

They're hideous,
disease-ridden scavengers.

I may not look like
you on the outside

'cause I wear clothes,
but on the inside

where it counts,
we're exactly the same.

Starving.

[crying]
Mr. Tummy's gonna die!

[sobbing]

He's right. We need to join
together against the pig.

[cheering]

- For the food!
- Let's get him!

Now, fellas,
let's be reasonable.

I'm starving, too.

You're all off
my birthday calendar!

Coming through. Look out.

As promised, sandwiches for all.

[exclaiming]

I made this myself.
It's for you.

[instrumental music]

[clears throat]
There seems to be a problem
with my sandwich.

You see, I don't remember
ordering this dead roach.

[all]
Roach?

[instrumental music]

Honey, does this dress
make me look fat?

Um, ah, ah..

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,
a-ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!

[groaning]

[growling]
You're dead to me.

[chomping]