02x40 - Snack to the Future

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Chef: Good news, kids!

Duncan: You got fired?!

My haircut is finally in fashion?

- Bunnies have risen up and overthrown the government?

- What? No! I made... Jiggle Giggle!

- (Gasp)

Jiiiggglllle Giiiggglllle!

(Laughing) Wooo-hoo!

Oh yeah!

- Does Owen even like Jiggle Giggle?

Hmmm...

Owen: (Giggling)

JIIIGGLE GIIIIGGLE!!!

(Eating sounds)

JIIIGGLE GIIIIGGLE!

(Eating sounds)

(Squirts)

JIIIGGLE GIIIIGGLE!!!

- Oh... that was... a little scary actually--

♪ Add a teaspoon of jiggle ♪

♪ And a whole cup of giggle ♪

♪ It's the sugary treat ♪

♪ That makes us dance and wiggle! ♪

YEAH!

- Jiggle Giggle tastes too... happy.

- What'd you say about Jiggle Giggle?

- Whoa. Easy. I said...

you can have mine.

- YES! I LOVE YOU, GWEN! - Ew.

- But it won't be ready 'til afternoon snack,

so let's all head over to the carpet for story time.

- WHAT? Afternoon snack!?

But that's not until... , , , , ...

Mississippi, Mississippi...

THIS AFTERNOON!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

- (reads) "And so, the third little guinea pig

built his house out of...?"

- Is it time for Jiggle Giggle yet?

- No Owen. It won't be for a while.

- Now, as I was saying, the third little guinea pig

built his house out of...?

- ♪ Add a teaspoon of jiggle ♪

♪ And a whole cup of giggle-- ♪

- OWEN! - Right! Sorry! My bad.

- Come on, guys. Who knows what the third little guinea pig

used to build his house? - Hmmm.

- Jiggle Giggle? - Oh yeah! That's it.

- The third little guinea pig built his house out of bricks!

- Probably bricks of Jiggle Giggle.

- NO! No more Jiggle Giggle talk!

: will be here soon enough.

Now everyone ZIP IT,

so we can find out what happens

to these stinking guinea pigs!

(Angry groans)

(Whimpering, trembles)

(Clock ticks)

- Come-onnnn one forty-five!

I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!

(Smashes)

There's gotta be a : button in here somewhere!

- Whoa, looks like Chef gets to buy anew clock! Lucky!

- Hey, maybe he can find one that makes timeouts go faster!

- Make time... go faster.

(Gasp) THAT'S IT!

(Phone rings)

- Hello? - Max!

It's your cousin, Owen!

Can I borrow your time machine?!

- Of course.

I'm express-shipping my prototype as we speak.

But I do have one serious warning--

(Doorbell rings)

- Oh! Time machine's here! gotta go!

Harold: Wow! According to the manual,

this thing flies, bends space-time,

and even has light up cup holders!

But we'll need to be super precise

inputting our coordinates.

- Harold, if video games have taught us anything,

it's that mashing buttons always gets you

where you need to go!

- NO! - STOP!

- YAY!

- This is fun!

(Electricity zaps) OW!

(Beeping)

(Electricity zaps)

- Oh no...

(Energy vibrates)

All: (SCREAMING)

- (Gasps) WE MADE IT!

I'M A COMIN', JIGGLE GIGGLE!

- Whoa, where are we?

- I think it's more, when are we?

- (Gasp) We're in pioneer times!

Well, that explains why we're out of gas.

- So we get to play with the dinosaurs!

YAYYYY!

- Uh, right Izzy.

B-but seriously guys, we have to keep a low profile.

Anything we disturb in the past

could have major consequences in our timeline continuum.

Owen: (Smashing) JIGGGGLE GIGGGGLE!

Nope, not herrre...

Hey, Cody! Good to see ya, pal!

So, Chef serve the Jiggle Giggle yet?

- (Bleats)

- Uh, Owen, does Cody not seem a little different to you?

- I guess his breath smells a little better than usual?

Duncan: Greetings, brother!

Name is Dunkediah.

And that's Judediah and Bridgette-diah.

What be your purpose here?

- Oh, we're just here for dessert.

- Well, then luck be your friend!

Today we're having apples!

- DON'T... mess with me, man.

We're here for the Jiggle Giggle!

- Jig-gle giggell?

Ne'er heard of it.

- Your button mashing sent us in to the distant past, Owen.

By my calculations,

Jiggle Giggle won't even be invented for years.

- I see.

(Fainting moan)

Izzy: Wake up! Wake up! Wake up, up, up!

- Ugh, I just had the worst dream!

There was no Jiggle Giggle

and everything was old timey

and you were there and you were there and...

aw crud, it wasn't a dream.

- Sorry, Owen.

But at least Harold's out finding fuel to get us home.

- Okay. So in the meantime,

we just have to invent Jiggle Giggle!

- Right. Except we don't even know what's in it?

- Don't we?

(Rip sound) For emergencies,

I have the Jiggle Giggle ingredients

listed on my undies.

- (reads) "Glucose, fructose, sucrose,

maltose, gelatin, and red dye number ."

- Wait. Red dye number ?

That stuff's really dangerous.

- But it's so good!

- They use it to power rockets.

- Like I said, so good!

Wish me luck, fair Judediah.

My journey will be a long and grueling one.

If I fail to return...

don't let Izzy near my stuff.

NOW... to the general store!

(Bleats, crash)

- Welcome to ye olde general store!

- Wow! That was fast!

Next time, feel free to use our newest invention...

the door.

- Alright, then.

(Rip sound) I'll need glucose. - Yes.

- Fructose. - Good.

- Sucrose. - Uh huh.

- Maltose. - Right.

- Gelatin. - Yup.

- Aaaaand red dye number .

- Okay! We have none of that. And...

I'm pretty sure you're a witch.

- AHHHHH! - Demon, be gone!

- Thought you were a witch, huh?

- They thought I was one too!

No idea why.

(Video game sounds)

- She's a witch. - (Gasps)

- Yeah. It's a mystery.

Hey, let's see those ingredients again?

(Ripping sound)

This stuff's actually really common.

They probably just have different names for it

in the past.

- Ha! Why didn't you kids just tell me ya needed

'Melty Cow Bone Goo'

and 'Sweet Beet Squeezins' in the first place?

- So we've got everything we need?

- Not quite.

Red dye number is gonna be impossible to find.

- Nearly impossible.

Turns out the time machine runs on this stuff!

- Well, that's convenient.

- Yeah! And I managed to extract just enough

from a local deposit to get us back to our own time.

- Also convenient.

- But there isn't any more for a thousand miles.

- (Sighs) Who's writing this stuff?

- It's actually a really funny story. See--

- WHOA! We don't have time for a flashback!

Wait, so you're telling me I have to choose

between getting home and getting Jiggle Giggle?

Hmm. That's a tricky one.

- Um... is it?

- It's our only way home, Owen!

Plus they use goats for everything here.

Goat tractors. Goat taxis. Even goat dentists!

And I am NOT getting flossed by a goat.

I mean... not again.

(Sighs) I guess you're right.

Psych! Jiggle Giggle for liiiife!

- We gotta catch him! - No chance.

He's powered by Jiggle Giggle fever now.

♪ Add a teaspoon of jiggle ♪

♪ And a whole jar of giggle ♪ (Laughs)

- Quick, we need to make a substitute dessert

and give it to Owen before he uses all the fuel!

- On it! It's got corn pone,

molasses, hard tack,

an o'course... leeches for a little zing.

- Well, it's definitely no Jiggle Giggle.

- Blah. Yeah.

It's more like Sloppy Ploppy.

- HEY! That Sloppy Ploppy is for Owen!

Go on now! GIT!

(Hard slap) - (Bleats)

- (Gasps) You just disrespected our Mayor!

- Your mayor is a goat?

Um, shouldn't that be a dinosaur's job?

- (Sighs) Fine. So what's our punishment?

Catapult. Great.

- Please stand for the Honorable Judge.

♪ Ta ta ♪

- WHAT? You guys have the same stinking goat

as your Mayor and your Judge?

(Angry groans)

- (Bleats) - Huh?

(Bleating)

- Oh no! I can't let my friends get catapulted!

Oh, but I'll never get them in time.

Wait, I got time!

- The Judge says since you truly meant no harm

and clearly were unfamiliar with our ways

he has reached his verdict.

- GUUIIILLTTYYY!!!

All: WHAT? NO WAIT!

AHHHHHHHHH!

- Anybody wanna go back... to the present?

- Yes, please! - Yeahhhhhh!

(Energy vibrates) (Whoosh)

- It's time for your favorite dessert, everyone.

(Flash) WHAT'N TARNATION?

- We did it, you guys!

We're just in time for snack!

- Wait! Where'd you kids come from?

- Whoa whoa whoa.

That doesn't look like Jiggle Giggle!

- Huh, never heard of it.

This is everyone's favorite dessert...

Sloppy Ploppy!

- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

- That's a shame.

But I guess we got off pretty lucky

if dessert is the only thing we messed up

on our time travels.

Chef: Okay! Who's ready to go outside for recess?

All: YAY!

(Loud crash)

(Tires screech) (Goats bleat)

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