03x01 - Hands on a Big Mixer/The Blast Raz

[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 ]

Welcome, all you hopeless,

Tired, huddled masses yearning

To win my mixer.

[ Cheers and applause ]

Ooh!

This is so exciting.

Wouldn't you say, foie gras?

[ Flatly ] meow.

Look at him.

He's about to explode with

Excitement.

I hired the finest artisans in

Lasagna town to combine my two

Greatest passions -- cooking and

Touching things.

Look at it, foie gras.

Look at my mixer!

Meow.

Give me your hand, foie gras.

Now touch your hand to the mixer

And don't take it off.

That, you see -- ha ha -- is the

t*rture of the contest.

The last contestant left with

Their hand on the bowl wins this

Fabulous mixer.

Hooray!

Mung daal: listen to me,

Chowder.

Listen good.

Chowder: okay.

I'm listening.

Mung daal: we have to win

That mixer!

We have to!

I would die a happy man to have

That baby!

I could cook the most amazing

Dishes ever known!

Chowder: what, now?

Mung daal: on your knees,

Boy.

Show some respect to the mixer.

♪ Oh, big mixer ♪

♪ We are not worthy to bask in

Your greatness ♪

I don't hear you chanting.

Both: ♪ please bring us good

Fortune and mad hand skills as

We embark on our quest ♪

Foie gras here will do the

Honors of starting things off.

Meow.

[ Warble! Warble! Warble! ]

Meow.

[ Warble! Warble! Warble! ]

Meow!

[ Cheers and applause ]

Mung daal: we got this.

Chowder: we got this.

Mung daal: we got this.

Chowder: we got this.

Mung daal: we got this.

[ Warble! Warble! Warble! ]

Ugh! Man, this is tough.

How long's it been?

Days? Weeks?

I can tough it out.

No sweat.

[ Groaning ]

[ Shrieks ]

I can't take this anymore!

The pressure's too unbearable!

Mother! Oh, m-mother!

Ugh. What a baby.

And we have one down.

[ Cheers and applause ]

Chowder: oh, no, not

Gazpacho.

Not him! Not him!

I loved him, mung!

I loved him so much!

Mung daal: chowder, with

Gazpacho out of the contest,

We're one step closer to the

Mixer.

Chowder: for reals?!

Forget him, then.

Mung daal: we can win this.

We just need to keep our

Fo...cus.

Chowder: gotcha -- fo...cus.

[ Rumble! Rumble! ]

[ Farts ]

[ Cheers and applause ]

And it looks like we have a

Few more contestants out of the

Competition.

[ Laughs ]

Mung daal: wow.

It's a good thing I've grown

Immune to your incredibly strong

Stinky k*ller toots.

You're going to lose, mung.

Yes.

Yes, you are, because you're a

Born loser.

Mung daal: woman, will you

Stop pressing my buttons?!

Oh, I can't help it, mung.

There's just too many of them to

Press.

Okay. Chowder or that waiter

We saw yesterday?

Chowder.

Okay. Chowder or that blond

Guy that smiled at you at the

Coffee shop?

Chowder.

Okay. Chowder or...

Me?

Ew! Chowder, of course.

You're like a big brother to me

Or a second cousin or a neighbor

I occasionally wave to in

Passing.

I want to be more, darn you.

Someday you'll love me!

[ Snoring ]

Bo-ring!

I demand more entertainment.

Quick, you -- tell me a funny

Joke or anecdote.

Either one -- I don't care.

Meow, meow, meow, meow?

Fine. It can be dirty.

Meow, meow.

Meow, meow, meow.

Meow...meow.

[ Laughs ]

I don't get it.

Now, what shall we do about this

Tiresome contest?

Meow, meow.

Meow, meow, meow?

Ooh! Good idea.

[ All scream ]

Mung daal: orange soda!

Chowder: orange soda?!

[ Gulping ]

Aah! I'm melting!

Help me! I'm melting!

Mung, do something, please!

Mung daal: stay put!

I'll run and get help.

[ Screams ]

What's next? What's next?

[ Barking ]

Mung daal: oh, no -- wiener

Dogs.

Run, chowder! Run for your life!

But don't let go of the bowl.

[ All screaming ]

They got me!

Aah! They got me!

Mung daal: they've got

Gorgonzola!

Chowder: play dead!

They'll get bored and leave you

Alone -- trust me!

Aah!

They're still not tired!

Aah!

My face!

Chowder: gosh.

Who knew wiener dogs had so much

Energy?

What's next?

Oh, I must know.

What, what, what?!

[ Growls ]

Mung daal: aw, come on!

You got to be kidding me, man.

[ Thud ]

[ All groaning ]

Chowder, chowder, do you realize

We're the last three contestants

Left?

Chowder: that's cool.

[ Gags ]

Lung.

Mung daal: between the two of

Us, we're gonna win that mixer

Fo' sho'.

High five.

Chowder: uh...mung, your

Hand.

Mung daal: yeah, what about

It?

It's a fine-looking hand.

I moisturize it every day.

Chowder: your other hand.

Mung daal: oh, no!

How could you?!

We had a promise!

Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

And it looks like we have

Another contestant out of the

Competition.

We're down to the final round.

Oh, I love it, love it, love it!

Mung daal: chowder!

No pressure.

But it's all up to you now!

All up to you! Don't lose!

Don't destroy my dream!

No pressure.

So...

It only makes sense to let your

Future wife and mother of your


Chowder: 12 babies?!

You must be out of your mind,

Woman!

I'm planning to play the field

Till I'm at least 34.

Then maybe -- maybe -- if I

Decide to settle down and get

Married, I'll think about

Possibly considering about maybe

Toying with the notion of having

One -- one -- child.

That's it.

And I'll have it by myself when

I'm ready.

Thank you very much!

Oh. So, that's how it's gonna

Be, huh?

Then you leave me with no

Choice.

Time to bust out the big g*ns!

[ Smooching ]

Chowder: no, no, no, no!

Stop! Please!

Mung daal: oh, no, the big

g*ns!

Chowder's completely helpless

Against the big g*ns!

You got to fight it, boy!

You got to!

Break him, panini!

He's just a man.

Chowder: demon girl...

Too strong.

Will...fading.

Must...give...in.

Chowder, don't give in to the

Dark side.

Chowder: gazpacho, why are

You dressed like a big nerd?

I -- [ groans ]

Listen to me, little buddy.

You're mankind's last hope to

Win that mixer.

Do it for the men.

[ Trumpets ]

Ooh, got to go.

Mother the hutt is coming.

Chowder: I'll do it for the

Men!

Step off, vile fiend!

Back to the rock from which you

Came!

Oh, we'll see about that,

Lover.

Game on!

[ Cheers and applause ]

Chowder: yeah, yeah, yeah,

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

Yeah, yeah...

Yeah...

Yeah...

Yeah...

Yeah.

Mung daal: man, puberty sure

Hits fast.

Ooh! Come on!

Somebody win this thing already!

The anticipation is k*lling me!

[ Inhales deeply ]

[ Whoosh! ]

[ Cow moos ]

[ Screaming ]

Shnitzel: radda!!

Mung daal: oh, my gosh.

Chowder, don't let go of the

Bowl, and don't let it get

Scratched, either!

[ Both screaming ]

[ Foghorn blows ]

[ Screaming continues ]

[ Horns honking ]

Chowder: traffic on a sixday?

Oh, come on!

[ Both screaming ]

Was that the 9:15 mixing bowl

To midtown?

Man! I missed it again.

[ Screaming continues ]

Chowder: hi, shnitzel!

Shnitzel: radda!!

[ Pop! ]

[ Whistle! ]

[ Both scream ]

Chowder: [ gags ]

I think I swallowed a bug!

Mmm, tasty!

Ahhhhhhhhh.

Mung daal: chowder? Chowder?!

Is the bowl all right?

Chowder: [ groaning ] oh,

Man.

My house!

My beautiful house!

[ Sobbing ] oh, it's completely

Wrecked.

Mung daal: well, look on the

Bright side, endive.

Now you've got that skylight you

Always wanted.

Wait a minute, chowder!

[ Groans ]

Mung daal: you're the last

One holding on!

You've won!

Chowder, you've won!

Chowder: I've won? I've won?!

I've won!!

No!

The boy has just taken his hand

Off of the mixing bowl.

Therefore, he's disqualified.

Mung daal: but chowder's the

Last one left.

Correction -- he is the last

One left.

All: chestnut?!

Dinga-loo, dinga-lee,

Chestnut gets this thing for

Free.

Chowder: man, I hate it when

Shows have a twist at the end.

Good morning, family mung!

[ Mumbling ]

It certainly is a beautiful day,

Isn't it?

Mung daal: what do you want

Now, gazpacho?

Does your mother need tuition

Money for clown school?

Oh, come on.

When do I ever ask you for

Anything?

Hi, I'm gazpacho.

I just moved in down the street.

Could I bother you for a little

Sugar?

I could use some help moving my

Refrigerator.

Do you have a lawn mower?

Milk?

My tv's broken and my show's on.

Cereal?

I need pajamas.

Hey, grill's busted.

Can I move the par-tay to your

Place?

Mung daal: so?

Out with it.

I need your car.

Mung daal: and?

I need you to drive it.

Mung daal: because?

Because I have a special

Fruit delivery to make, and I

Don't know how to drive.

Mung daal: so, what's in it

For us?

Lots of moola.

This is a really important

Order, and the customer wants it

Soon.

You guys have done a lot for me.

I owe you.

Shnitzel: radda radda radda.

Mung daal: that's true,

Shnitzel.

Things have been a little slow

Around here.

All right, why not?

We could use a little fresh air.

Chowder: yay!

Road trip! Road trip!

Road trip, road trip!

Going on a road trip! Whoo!

All right, here's the fruit.

Shnitzel, will you do the

Honors?

I thank you very much.

Mung daal: so, gazpacho,

Where to?

Mr. Fugu's.

Mung daal: ah, well, that is

An important customer.

Should be a generous fee.

Should be.

Chowder: road trip!

Crank up the radio, mung!

Mung daal: calm down,

Chowder.

We're only going to mr. Fugu's.

It's just down the street.

♪ Well, if you ever plan a

Trip to turn you green ♪

♪ Just be keen to take that

Freeway that'll keep you lean ♪

Chowder: ♪ blow your beans ♪

♪ On route 17 ♪

Mung daal: that's enough,

Chowder.

Mr. Fugu's is straight ahead.

You see?

[ Ding! ]

[ Tires screech ]

Aah!

Easy on the pedals, mung!

You don't want to detonate the

Cargo, now, do you?

Mung daal: detonate?

Gazpacho, what are you talking

About?

Mr. Fugu ordered my special

Blast raz fruit.

Shnitzel: radda?

[ Rattling ]

[ Ticking ]

Shnitzel: r-r-radda.

R-r-r--

Too much movement, and, uh,

They'll explode.

Mung daal: what are you,

Crazy?

I just though you...wouldn't

Mind.

Mung daal: wouldn't mind?!

Being exploded?!

Please, mung, just this one

Favor.

Look -- the house is literally

Down the street.

You see? It's right there.

Look at it.

It's just a straight shot, a

Short, smooth ride on wide-open

Road.

It'll take two minutes, in and

Out, and you get an easy score.

Mung daal: easy?

Easy-peezey, lemon-squeezy.

Come on, what do you say?

Mung daal: lemon-squeezy?

Well, everyone okay with this?

Shnitzel: radda.

Nice and easy now.

Mung daal: easy...

Squeezy.

Chowder: squeezy, smeegie,

Orange cheesy.

Shnitzel: radda radda.

Radda radda radda.

Mung daal: all right.

Almost to the gate.

Almost...there.

And...

There.

Phew!

Can I help you?

Mung daal: hello, my good

Man.

We have a delivery for

Mr. Fugu, under "gazpacho," a

Mr. W.m. Gazpacho, woolly

Mammoth.

Okay. Here you are.

You're good.

Go on thr-- oh, hey, fred.

Go on around.

Sorry about that, fellas.

Driveway is currently closed on

Account of sudden need of random

Repairs.

Uh...you wouldn't happen to

Have, uh...a detour, would you?

Yeah, sure.

You can go on through the back

Way -- route 17.

Mung daal: chowder, shnitzel,

Grab your stuff.

We're bailing.

Chowder: [ groans ]

What about the road trip?

Shnitzel: radda.

Mung daal: well, gazpacho,

It's been great.

Good luck with your bombs.

We'll do lunch.

[ Creak! ]

I'm disappointed in your

Inability to commit to the team,

Mung.

Shnitzel: radda!!

Chowder: ♪ well, it curves

Around falafel to beignet ♪

♪ More than 60,000 miles of

Potholes in the way ♪

♪ Blow your beans ♪

♪ On --

Mung daal: chowder, can we

Please put a lid on the

Sing-along?

I don't feel like we have a

Whole lot to sing about,

Wouldn't you say?

So...gazpacho?

Mung?

Mung daal: how's your mother?

Fine.

Mung daal: really?

What's that supposed to mean?

Mung daal: oh, well, gee, I

Don't know.

It just seems like every time I

Get dragged into your weird

Little world, it has something

To do with your mother.

I assure you mother has

Nothing to do with this.

This is simply me wanting to

Share the money of this rare

Opportunity with my closest

Friends.

Mung daal: friends?

That's right.

Mung daal: friends to share

Money with?

You heard me.

Mung daal: and to explode

With, if necessary?

If necessary...yes.

Chowder: ♪ blow your beans ♪

♪ On route 17 ♪

♪ It goes over mt. Taloupa,

Across the great faloupa ♪

♪ Tuscaloona tuna tastes just

Like balloona ♪

♪ Panini, fettucine, fettucine ♪

♪ Linguine, don't forget

Zucchini ♪

♪ Blow your beans ♪

♪ On route 17 ♪

Shnitzel: [ vomits ]

Chowder: ♪ hurl burger ♪

[ Horn blares ]

[ Horn blares ]

♪ Once you get keen to this kind

Of scene, be prepared to lose

Your marzipan green ♪

♪ Blow your beans ♪

♪ On route 17 ♪

[ Tires screech ]

♪ Doobie doobie doobie ♪

♪ Doobie do-do ♪

Shnitzel: [ vomits ]

Chowder: ♪ doobie doobie

Doobie doobie doobie do-do ♪

♪ Doobie doobie doobie ♪

♪ Doobie doobie-do ♪

Mung daal: chowder.

Chowder: [ whistles ]

[ Snores ]

...lie to mung...

[ Snores ]

...take all the money...

[ Snores ]

...use it to send mother to

Clown college...

[ Snores ]

...laugh at the suckers.

[ Snores ]

Mung daal: psst! Shnitzel.

Next chance I get, I'm ditching

The scene.

You in?

Shnitzel: radda.

Mung daal: up and at 'em,

Gaz-man!

We're here.

We -- we are?

Mung daal: well, not there

Here -- almost there.

Mr. Fugu's is just ahead, see?

Oh. Oh, yeah. So it is.

Mung daal: say, since we're

Almost there, what do you say we

Grab a quick bite to eat, you

Know, to celebrate and talk

About all the good times we had?

Uh...a bite?

Mung daal: yeah, sure.

Why not?

Um...gazpacho?

What?

Mung daal: the glue.

We're a little restrained here.

Oh, yeah, right.

I trust you.

Chowder: and a double stack

Of erupto lava cakes and magma

Eggs, sulfur side up, and,

Uh...so many choices.

The sacrificial bacon fritters,

Extra sizzly.

Mung daal: he's a growing

Boy.

Hmm.

Mung daal: did you see that?

Judgment. Geez!

Why is it that people always

Have to...

[ Wheezes ]

Oh, oh, oh, right, right.

So, um, uh, gazpacho, what was

It that you told me that you

Would spend the money on if you

Kept it?

I didn't quite catch that.

No, you didn't catch it

Because I didn't tell you.

Mung daal: you didn't have to

Tell me.

Then how could you know?

Mung daal: 'cause I'm smarter

Than you.

How's that?

Mung daal: because now you're

The one holding the blast raz

Fruit.

Shnitzel: ha ha ha.

Radda radda radda.

Oh, no!

Wait, mung!

You can't!

Mung daal: [ laughing ] oh,

Yes, I can.

You want to finish our little

Delivery?

All you have to do is admit it.

No!

Mung daal: admit this is all

About your mother.

I've already told you,

Mung -- it's not about mother.

Mung daal: it's always about

Your mother, whatever you do.

For the last time, mung daal,

I unequivocally state that I am

Not going to spend the money on

Refresher courses at clown

College for mother and I'm

Giving it to you!

Okay, I admit it!

I'm spending the money on

Refresher courses at clown

College for mother!

Have you priced red noses

Lately?!

You know how big mother's nose

Is?!

It's humongous!

Mung daal: it's always about

Your mother!

[ All scream ]

Chowder: ♪ blow your beans ♪

♪ On route 17 ♪

Mung daal: can it, chowder.

[ Gasping ]

[ All scream ]

Uh, shouldn't we be expecting

A delivery today?

[ Whistle! ]

Yes!

My blast raz fruit, and fully

Intact.

I believe I owe you a

Substantial payment for such a

Delicate delivery.

Mung daal: they didn't

Explode.

How could they not explode?

They've obviously been sung

To.

Everybody knows blast raz fruit

Doesn't explode if you sing to

It.

Mung daal: your terrible

Singing saved the day.

Chowder: it did?

♪ Well, if you ever plan a trip

To turn you green ♪

All: ♪ just be keen and take

That freeway that'll keep you

Lean ♪

♪ Blow your beans ♪

♪ On route 17 ♪

Truffles: I love you,

Schmookums.

Mung daal: I love you, too,

Pookie.

You're my little pumpkin.

Truffles: pumpkin?

What are you saying?

Am I round and orange to you?

Is that how you see me?

Mung daal: no, no.

You're my little...dumpling.

Truffles: oh, so I'm a

Dumpling now.

I'm puffy and stuffed with meat

And cheese, huh?

Mung daal: no, honey, that's

Not what --

Truffles: honey?!

Oh, so now I'm all sticky and

Gooey?!

Mung daal: you -- you --

You're my -- you're my

Dilly-dally-doodle.

Truffles: aww.

You're lucky I have no idea what

That is.