02x01 - The Arborians/The Garage Sale

[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 ]

Mung daal: who wants to taste

My new recipe of snoozeberry

Pancakes?

Chowder: arh! Arh! Arh! Arh!

Arh! Arh!

Mung daal: here. Have a bite.

[ Creak! ]

Chowder: num, num, num.

Hmm.

The pancakes awe a wittle dwy.

Mung daal: I agwee.

Shnitzel: wadda wadda.

Mung daal: what we need is

Some syrup.

Chowder: boy howdy!

Mung daal: the best syrup is

Arborian syrup.

And that only comes from an

Arborian tree.

Chowder: mung, that's a seed,

Not a tree.

Mung daal: let's go to the

Next scene before I say

Something I'll regret.

Now, watch carefully.

[ Sloop! ]

Not that carefully.

Shnitzel, a little tree-planting

Music.

[ Synth-pop music plays ]

Chowder: now what?

Mung daal: we wait for the

Seed to grow.

Chowder: waiting hurts my

Soul.

Mung daal: patience.

It could take weeks or months.

Chowder: mung, you're getting

Taller!

Mung daal: huh?!

Oh, my gosh!

I am arbor.

I am proud arborian male tree.

Who are you?

What are you looking at?

You got problem with arbor or

What?

Shnitzel: radda radda radda.

Mung daal: uh, so listen,

Mr. -- Mr., Uh...

Arbor. My name is arbor.

Mung daal: I'm gonna have to

Extract some syrup.

It's just a small, tiny poke --

Completely painless.

Chowder: it's gonna hurt a

Lot.

No.

There will be no poking of any

Kind.

I am arbor.

I am proud arborian male tr--

Ooh! What'd you do?

Why you poke arbor?

[ Squeak ]

[ Slurp! ]

Blah! Nasty.

That tastes terrible.

Chowder: I want to try!

I want to try!

[ Zip! Crash! ]

[ Slurp! ]

[ Gagging ]

[ Slurping ]

[ Gagging ]

[ Slurping ]

[ Gagging ]

It's so not yummy!

Of course it tastes bad.

Good syrup only comes from

mature arborian tree.

And arborian trees only mature

In the most comfortable home.

Mung daal: but my place is

Comfortable.

Look!

Hmm. No. Arbor no like.

This place makes me vomit in my

Own mouth just to look at it.

I need marble columns right

Away -- lots of them.

Mung daal: marble columns?

Where am I gonna find marble

Columns?

[ Telephone ringing ]

Hello-o-o-o?

Mung daal: uhh...

Hello, endive.

This is mung.

She's laughing.

Chowder: compliment her eyes.

Mung daal: okay, okay, okay,

'Kay, 'kay, 'kay, 'kay, 'kay,

'Kay.

I was just wondering if you

Could tell me where you got your

Beautiful marble columns from.

Sure.

I'd love to help you, mung.

Can you hold on?

I've got someone on the other

Line.

I'll be with you in a moment.

Mung daal: you think she fell

For it?

Chowder: yeah!

She totally fell for it.

Mung daal: of course she fell

For it.

I do have a way with the ladies.

[ Laughs ]

We got this, chowder.

We so got this.

[ Toilet flushes ]

[ Grunting ]

There.

It wasn't easy getting all

These, you know.

Hey, didn't there used to be

Columns around this building?

[ Creak ]

Mung daal: so, how about some

good syrup, please?

No.

I need giant stone tigers in

Front of house...holding

Lightning bolts.

This will show manliness of

Arbor.

Mung daal: tigers with

Lightning bolts?

Just get them, or saps taste

Yucky.

Mung daal: careful! Careful!

You know, there's a nice way to

Do that.

Not bad.

Arbor like. Arbor like.

Mung daal: good.

Now, let's get that syrup.

You're a full-grown arborian

Tree already.

Truffles: what's going on in

Here?!

Who put up all the columns?

Truffles like. Truffles like.

Home is good, yes.

But, uh, arbor not expert of

Interior design.

Must ask wife if home is

Suitable.

All: wife?

[ Rumbling ]

This is wife.

Her name arbora.

She is proud arborian female

Tree.

So, wife, you like home or what?

This don't like.

It could use more columns.

I must ask brother for second

Opinion.

Brother!

Eh, me no like.

Kitchen is bleh.

Complete redo. Gut everything.

We need more marble columns,

More tigers with lightning

Bolts, more chocolate-filled

Furniture, all with

Surround-sound system.

Wow. He's good.

First must ask cousin for

Approval.

Me no like.

Mung daal: enough trees!

All we need is syrup from one

Tree!

Chowder: mung, my friend,

Chill.

These trees have taught me so

Much.

I used to think marble columns

Were tacky, but now I realize,

I, too, am just a sapling.

And I need these material things

Around me to grow.

The trees must stay, bro.

Arbor like this boy.

I make him honorary arborian.

Chowder: really?

Here is your heavy brow.

And here is your mustache.

Chowder: look, mung!

I'm an arborian.

"Me no like!"

"More marble columns!"

"This kitchen is garbage!"

Mung daal: [ groans ]

[ Indistinct complaining ]

Mung daal: oh, come on!

Who replaced all my underwear

With leopard-skin thong briefs?

Looking good, bro.

Very nice. Very nice.

Mung daal: arbor, I need to

Have a word with you.

Okay.

But first, let me introduce you

To rest of arborian family.

Mung daal: no! No more!

This is first brother, arbor.

And this is second brother,

Arbor, and his wife, arbora.

And here is sister arbora and

Her baby, arbor jr.

More marble columns I want!

And her husband, arbor.

And then we have arbor, arbora,

Arbora, arby, arbor jr., Arbor,

Arbora --

Mung daal: listen!

I want the syrup now, or you and

Your whole family can get out!

The syrup?

Oh! Yes! The syrup!

Um, it just so happens that I

Filled large bucket of most

Delicious syrup and placed it in

Broom closet for you.

Mung daal: really?

Oh, yes. Really.

No hard feelings.

Only good vibes, bro.

Mung daal: in here?

Yes. Yes. That's it.

The one that can't be opened

From the inside.

Mung daal: awesome!

Hey, i-i-i don't see any --

Ah! Finally.

He was becoming very annoying.

All the time, "syrup, syrup,

Syrup."

Husband, when are you going

To get real job?

Quiet, or you go in the

Closet, too.

Now we dance!

[ Synth-pop music plays ]

Thank you, honorary

Arbor jr. Jr.

Arborians tend to get really

Leafy, but you're much nicer

Than whiny old man.

Chowder: you mean mung?

Yeah, he's pretty old and

Whiny.

Speaking of mung, have you seen

Him?

Not since I locked him --

Uh, I mean, i-i think he had to

Go pee.

H-he should be back soon.

Chowder: that's odd.

He's been gone for 10 days.

And it usually only takes mung

Seven or eight days to pee.

Maybe I should go looking for

Him.

Hey, you know what?

I do something special just for

You.

I let you marry third daughter.

She very pretty.

Arboria, where are you?

I have new husband for you!

Here, father!

No! Not you!

I mean pretty daughter.

Oh.

Here I am, father!

Chowder: aah!

No way! Girls are icky!

You do not think she is most

Pretty?

Chowder: oh, she's pretty --

Pretty ugly!

Oh, man.

I wanted to dance some more.

[ Gasps ]

Aaaaaah!

Aaah! Sorry.

I saw the skeleton and I thought

You died.

Mung daal: nah, I got bored,

So I made that out of flour and

Butter.

Chowder: it's pretty good.

Mung daal: thanks.

Chowder, those arborians tricked

Us.

Chowder: no, not arbor.

He'd never play me like that.

Mung daal: he played us all!

And now our only hope is that

Shnitzel --

[ Door slams ]

That was fast.

Shnitzel: radda radda radda

Radda radda.

Mung daal: you didn't want to

Marry the daughter, either?

I guess we got to pin all our

Hopes on truffles.

Your skin is smooth like

Marble column.

Truffles: [ giggling ]

Tell me more. Tell me more!

Mung daal: okay, I got an

Idea how to get rid of these

Trees.

But first we got to figure out

How to get out of this broom

Closet.

Too bad all we have are these

Pickaxes, miner hats, and this

Sheet of paper with detailed

Instructions of how to dig an

Underground tunnel.

Think, chowder.

How do we get out of here?

Shnitzel: [ groans ]

[ Chomp! Chomp! Chomp! Chomp! ]

Chowder: [ belches ]

Mung daal: okay.

We should be directly under the

Kitchen.

Everybody knows the plan, right?

Chowder: for the pancakes!

Mung daal: oh, would you look

At this place?

It is disgusting!

This is awful place for arborian

Home.

Not enough columns.

Not enough jacuzzis with l.e.d.

Lights.

Right, chowd-- I mean little

Arbor jr.?

Chowder: I spit on home!

Mung daal: don't spit on my

Floor.

Chowder: sorry.

What? Who are you guys?

Why you insult arborian home?

Mung daal: we're, uh, we're

Distant cousins from arboria,

And we think home is not classy

Enough.

Y-- you -- you bring great shame

To arborian name.

So, what we do, cousin?

Mung daal: fortunately for

You, I happen to know of a great

Place with way more marbles

Columns and stuff.

[ Indistinct talking ]

[ Rumbling ]

Aaaaaah!

Ahh.

This is much better than last

Home.

We shall stay here forever and

Have many, many, many more

Children.

Now we dance!

Get out!

Get out of my kitchen!

Mung daal: well, we got rid

Of the arborians.

Truffles: ♪ here comes the

Bride ♪

♪ Here comes the bri--

Hey, where'd everybody go?

Mung daal: why are you

Wearing your wedding dress?

Truffles: you're alive?

[ Grunts ]

Chowder: but, mung, we didn't

Get syrup for our dry pancakes.

[ Chomp! ] They're so dwy!

Hey, bro!

Bro! Down here.

You need syrup? Trust me.

I get you good syrup.

Mung daal: "...and jimbo the

Pickle man lived happily ever

After.

The end."

Chowder: yay!

Mung daal: shhhhh!

Meatloaf want more funny

Story!

Mung daal: but I already

Read you the whole book.

Aaaah! More funny story!

Mung daal: quick, chowder, go

Get the other storybook.

No funny story makes meatloaf

Mad!

[ Growls ]

Chowder: [ chuckling ]

Mung daal: is that it?

Chowder: no.

Mung daal: check the closet!

Chowder: [ grunts ]

[ Panting ]

Mung daal: uh...

Uh, once upon a time, there was

A-a pretzel named kevin.

Okay.

Mung daal: and...

Oh...he lived happily ever

After.

The end.

Story bad!

Aaaaaaah!

Truffles: what's going on?!

Why isn't the order finished?

Mung daal: well, it was

Tubby's fault.

No, it wasn't.

Mung daal: i-i was talking

About the other tubby.

No, it wasn't.

Mung daal: chowder.

Chowder: I would have been

Able to find the book in time if

This place didn't have so much

Stuff everywhere.

[ Horse neighs, pig oinks ]

Mung daal: the kid's got a

Point.

There's too much clutter.

I know what we can do!

Chowder: get a cow?!

Mung daal: no.

We'll have a garage sale.

Truffles: yeah!

If we have a garage sale, we

Can --

Chowder: get a cow?!

Truffles: no.

We can make mah-ha-ha-ney.

Mung daal: then it's settled.

We're --

Chowder: getting a cow!

Mung daal: why do you want a

Cow?

Chowder: 'cause cows make

Delicious.

Mung daal: make delicious

What?

Chowder: what?

A garage sale, huh?

Why do you want to sell a

Perfectly good garage?

[ Sloop! Pbbbhhhht! ]

[ Slurp! ]

[ Boing! ]

Mung daal: can I help you?

I was just checking out your

Stuff.

Mung daal: we're not open

Yet.

Oh, come on. Let me look.

I'll be your best friend.

Mung daal: no.

And I already have a best

Friend.

He's name's tony.

What's up?

Mung daal: so you're gonna

Have to wait until we open.

Okay.

Mung daal: [ groans ]

Shnitzel, we got an early bird!

Squawk! Squawk! Squawk!

Squawk!

Mung daal: attention, good

Citizens of marzipan city!

Mung daal's first annual garage

Sale is now open for business,

So come on in!

Chowder: ♪ doo-do-doo-do-do

♪ Doo-doo-do-do-doo-doo!

♪ Doo-do-doo-do-do-doo!

♪ Doo-doo-do-do-doo-doo-doo!

♪ Doo-doo-do-do-doo!

Mung daal: that's enough.

Chowder: okay.

Mung daal: we have free

Snacks made by yours truly.

Shnitzel will give you a

Massage.

Shnitzel: radda?

Radda! Radda! Radda!

Chowder: I don't know why all

These people are here looking at

My stuff, but I like it.

How much for the forks?

Mung daal: 25 sments each.

Hmmmmmmmm.

Mother has been hinting that

She'd like some new forks for

Her birthday.

Mung daal: perfect.

Buy her one.

But she's very particular

About the kind of fork she

Likes.

So very particular.

I mean, what if I buy the wrong

Fork, huh?

Mung daal: why not buy all

Three just to be safe?

Well, do you take checks?

Mung daal: sure.

I do not have checks.

Mother says they create

Temptation.

How about credit cards?

Mung daal: yep.

Mother won't let me have

Those, either.

How about an i.o.u.?

Mung daal: fine.

Got any pen and paper?

Mung daal: just take the

Forks and go!

Chowder: hey, where's

Gazpacho going with

Dr. Forkenstein and his two

Brothers, forkroy and

Forks mcgee?

Mung daal: oh, I just sold

Them to him.

Chowder: [ chuckles ]

That's a good one.

No, seriously, where's he going

With those forks?

Mung daal: I told you.

I sold them to him.

Yippee!

Forks! Beautiful forks!

Chowder: what's wrong with

You?!

Mung daal: that's what you do

When you have a garage sale!

Chowder: so you're gonna sell

All of our perfectly good stuff

To weirdos?

Mung daal: that's right.

Chowder: weirdos have some

Nerve coming here thinking they

Can buy my stuff.

Nuh-unh.

[ Breathing heavily ]

This is the spoon I ate my first

Bowl of thrice cream with.

[ Slurping ]

And -- and this is the cookbook

You used to read to me before

Bed!

[ Slurping ]

And this is the first old man we

Bought from the old-man factory.

[ Slurps, coughs ]

Mung daal: okay.

Settle down, chowder.

Chowder: attention, weirdos!

There's been a horrible mistake!

None of our stuff is for sale!

So drop what you have and go

Back to weirdo land!

Mung daal: chowder, you

Better stop, or else!

Chowder: it's okay, precious.

Chowder! Chowder!

I'll protect you.

Mung daal: chowder, you leave

Me no choice.

Shnitzel!

Chowder: [ grunting ]

Mung daal: now, you're gonna

Stay in that cage until you calm

Down.

Chowder: calm?

Who's not calm?

I never felt so calm in all my

Life.

[ Growls ]

Don't sell my stuff!

[ Growling ]

Hmm. Does this toaster work?

Mung daal: yeah.

It works great.

Chowder: he's lying!

That toaster hasn't worked in

Years.

Don't listen to the crazy old

Blue man.

So, you trying to sell me a

Broken toaster, huh?

I can't trust no one no more.

Chowder: hey, you don't want

That!

It'll give you a rash!

You -- don't by those records!

You'll die!

Mung daal: chowder, stop

Harassing the customers.

Chowder: aah! Aah! Aah!

Stop it!

I got to figure out a way to get

Free from this cage.

Think, think, think.

[ Munch! ]

[ Ding! ]

[ Chomp! Chomp! Chomp! Chomp! ]

[ Pop! ]

Oh, boy!

My box of old magazine

Subscription inserts!

I'll put them in a safe place...

My tummy.

Now to save the rest of my

Stuff.

[ Munch! Munch! Munch! ]

[ Munch! Munch! Munch! ]

[ Munch! Munch! Munch! ]

[ Munch! Munch! Munch! ]

[ Munch! Munch! Munch! ]

[ Munch! Munch! Munch! ]

[ Munch! Munch! Munch! ]

Mung daal: thanks for

Stopping by!

Tell your friends!

Ew, shnitzel.

Did you really have to sell the

Clothes off your back?

Aaaaah!

Chowder's escaped!

Quick -- shnitzel, we got to

Find him before he --

Oh, he already did.

Well, he couldn't have gotten

Far.

We're gonna find that kid and

Get our junk back, and then

We're gonna keep selling that

Junk so we can make room for new

Junk!

Oh!

Help me! Help me!

[ Creak! ]

Chowder, you cough up our junk

Right this minute.

Chowder: no!

Ya-ja-be-ja-be-ja-be-ja-be!

Me and my stuff are gonna be

Together forever!

Forever-r-r-r!

Mung daal: that's it!

Shnitzel, follow that walking

Junkyard!

Shnitzel: ra-dda!

Chowder: [ breathing

Heavily ]

Mung daal: chowder, stop!

Chowder: you just want to

Sell everything I love!

Well, I'm gonna save it all!

That's the lamppost that lights

My way at night.

I can't let mung sell it.

[ Munch! ]

And that's the garbage can I

Throw garbage in.

[ Munch! ]

And that's the...

I don't know what the heck that

Is.

But I got to save it!

[ Munch! ]

Got to save it all!

[ Munch! ]

[ Munch! ]

[ Munch! Munch! ]

[ Munch! ]

Mung daal: hurry, shnitzel!

Hyah!

Shnitzel: aah!

Radda radda radda!

Mung daal: yes, I do think

The spurs are necessary.

Now, go faster!

Shnitzel: radda radda radda.

[ Screech! ]

Mung daal: chowder, stop!

Noooooooooooooooo!

Chowder: stay away from my

Stuff!

[ Screech! ]

[ Creak! ]

[ Grunting ]

Mung daal: we got him,

Shnitzel.

What would I ever do without

You?

[ Snap! ]

Shnitzel: radda! Radda!

Radda! Radda! Radda!

Chowder: who-o-o-o-o-o-o-a!

Mung daal: I guess that

Wasn't the best time for our

First kiss.

Chowder: whoa!

Mung daal: chowder!

Shnitzel: radda!

Mung daal: oh, no.

Hurry, shnitzel.

You got to save him.

Shnitzel: radda radda radda

Radda.

Mung daal: oh, right.

You can't swim 'cause you're

Made of rock.

Shnitzel: radda radda?

Mung daal: no.

I'm afraid it's impossible for

Me to go in, for, you see, my

Mustache could get wet.

Shnitzel: radda radda radda!

Mung daal: well, obviously

You don't understand the

Importance of proper mustache

Maintenance!

Chowder: this is perfect.

Mung will never follow me down

Here.

His mustache would get all wet.

My stuff is safe at last.

Hi, mr. Fish.

I don't like you.

My friend, he doesn't like you,

Either.

I'll cut you.

Chowder: hmm.

Folks aren't too nice down here.

But I don't need friendly folks

'Cause I gots my stuff.

I hope kimchi's okay.

He pees the cage when I'm gone

Too long.

Hey, mung! Ohh.

Oh, yeah.

I don't like it down here.

The fish want to beat me up, my

Tushy's all wet, and I miss

Everyone!

[ Sobbing ]

[ Burp! ]

[ Burp! ]

[ Burping ]

Truffles: I'm gonna k*ll that

Kid.

Mung daal: and, of course,

You got to use good mustache wax

'Cause the cheap stuff is --

Shnitzel: radda! Radda!

Mung daal: exactly.

It's junk.

Shnitzel: radda! Radda!

Mung daal: our junk?

It is our junk!

Truffles: [ gasps ]

Mung daal: oh, no!

Chowder's turned into a hideous

Sea creature!

Oh, wait. That's just truffles.

Chowder: [ gasps ]

Mung daal: it's chowder!

For real this time!

Boy, did you have us worried.

[ Burp! ]

Aaaaaah!

[ Burp! ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

Oh, no.

All my precious things are

Floating away.

Mung daal: chowder, sometimes

You got to let the floaters go

And remember what's truly

Important in this life -- having

An incredible mustache!

Chowder: what about having

Friends and loved ones?

Mung daal: yeah. That, too.

Chowder: even shnitzel?

Mung daal: no, he's useless

Junk.

Shnitzel: radda radda radda.

Mung daal: just kidding.

Now let's go home and get you

Out of those wet clothes.

Truffles: oh, honey!

[ Growls ]

Mung daal: quick!

Everyone to the bottom of the

Ocean!

[ Slurping ]

[ Burps ]

[ Burping ] hello, chowder.

Chowder: [ burping ] good

Day, sir.

Mayonnaise.

Chowder: my pierogi.

[ Slurping ]

Mother never lets me do this

At home.

Chowder: oh, really?

[ Both laughing ]