02x07 - Piano Lesson

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Blech! Ugh!

Get off of me, you stupid goat!

You were having
that piano dream again, weren't you?

Yeah. Probably just excited
for my next lesson with the great Ludwig!

Oh, that guy?

-Mr. Snooty Face.
-No.

Ludwig is a brilliant musical mind,

and he's inspiring me
to appreciate the finer things,

like music, culture, and lobster.

Whoa!

Eh, who needs lobster when there's
free crawdads down at the crick?

You can keep your crawdads,
and your crick!

And you can keep
your snooty piano instructor.

He doesn't even say your name right.

Eh, I got crawdads to catch.

Have fun tickling the ivories,
you weirdos.

Good morning, Ludwig!

Yes, good morning, Moog Maan.

What a lovely day is any day
I get to see my favorite student,

Moog Maan.

Yep. That's my name!

-No, it's not!
-Shh!

Uh, Ludwig, I was wondering--

A moment, Moog Maan!

I must remove my driving gloves.

You were saying?

-Oh! I just remembered--
-A moment, Moog Maan!

I must put on my non-driving gloves.

There.

Now, you were saying?

Oh, eh… Uh… I was wondering, uh…

I forgot.

Such is the power of watching a man remove
and then put on various pairs of gloves.

Now, Moog Maan, there is
something I must say, and it is this:

I loathe you.

What? Ludwig, no!

Yes, my dear boy,
I loathe you, because I am jealous.

Jealous that your musical adventure
is at its dawn,

while mine barely holds on to dusk.

Why go on, you ask?

Because I choose to nurture
the next wave of talent, you!

Moog Maan!

Ah!

His name is Mugman!

Rats! There I go again messing up.

Do not fret, young master.

Just release the tension in your hands.

Try to relax.

Oh right! Thanks, Ludwig.

Well, when I've got you
as a student, it's…

Godfrey Daniel!

What is it?

Your posture.

It is exquisite!

-I see quite the improvement.

Oh! Why, thank you, Ludwig.

Now, I would like for you
to grace the ivories with…

-"Chopsticks."

Rudimentary, but I'll go with it.

-Ugh!

Crawdads?

I see what you're doing there, Mugsy.

Eh, why not try
a little something like this?

What are you weirdos looking at?

Eh, I got crawdads to eat.

Who was that brilliant boy?

Brother of Moog Maan,
what you just did, how did you do it?

I 'unno. I just played what felt right.

-You made that up?

Your talent, it's so raw and alive!

Mister, you're starting to creep me out.

-Listen, there's a piano competition…
-No, thank you.

-Tomorrow at the Inkwell Theater!
-Nope.

You will enter as my pupil and dazzle
all of the Inkwell Isles with your song.

Pass!

Did I mention the grand prize is $10,000?

I'm in.

Recital? But that was
my dream and my grand prize.

You can't pick someone for the recital
till you hear us both play.

You think he's so great,
just wait till you hear Moog Maan.

Prepare to be dazzled.

-Stop!

Dear boy, piano isn't
for everyone.

Perhaps, you should try, um…

watercolors.

Anyway! Let us go, my boy.

The high life awaits!

But that was supposed to be
my dream, and my $10,000,

and my lobster!

Well, there's always crawdads.

I don't want crawdads!

-Stop that. You love crawdads.

-I said no!

Is this some kind of jealousy thing
involving Cuphead?

Probably.

Well, if it's so important to you,
just put in the time.

You know the old saying.

"Practice all day
and you might get better,

but don't practice
and you certainly won't."

Nobody says that.

Ugh.

Ah…

You know what? Maybe try

watercolors?

-"Maybe try watercolors"?

Well, hey, you may not have gotten better,

but that doesn't mean
Cuphead won't get worse.

Elder Kettle, you're a genius.

Cuphead can't play in the recital

if he doesn't have any hands!

What have I told you
about using my hedge trimmers

to mutilate your brother?

Now, go to your room!

Oh, yes!

Shh! Keep it down, Ludwig.
My brother's asleep.

Oh, and don't forget,
the recital is tomorrow.

I'll be over in the morning
to pick you up.

Oh, and Coop Haad,

I utterly loathe you!

I loathe you too, Lud-- Whoa!

Oh, hey Mugsy, I must have
climbed into the wrong bed.

Whoa!

Sorry, I thought it was mine.

Hey, are you mad at me or something?

Of course I'm mad at you!

How could you do this to me?

You knew I was excited about the piano,
and now Ludwig loathes you!

I wanted Ludwig to loathe me!

Mugsy, I don't even care about the piano.

You want me to give it up?
Just say the word and I'll give it up.

Give it up.

What? No way!

You're just jealous
because I'm better than you.

I'm gonna win that $10,000,

and tonight with Ludwig, I ate lobster.

You ate lobster?!

You're gonna see what happens
when you mess with Moog Maan!

Enjoy your recital, Coop Haad.

Cuphead?

Oh, hey, Mugsy.

What are you doing here?
You're supposed to be at the recital.

Eh, Ludwig was a no-show.

-Really?

Oh gosh, that's awful.

I know what it's like to be abandoned.

Eh, I'm over it.

Hey! That's my song!

And the winner
of this year's piano competition is

Ludwig!

-Ludwig?

Tell us, Ludwig, how did you
come up with this fantastic new piece?

Oh, I'm so glad you asked that.

I just play what feels right.

What a phony!
Someone ought to teach that jerk a lesson.

Yeah!

Oh dear!

Ludwig has been crushed
by a falling piano!

Who would do such a--

So you were going
to crush me with a piano, huh?

Just a little.

Eh, don't sweat it. I would've done
the same thing if I were you.

Crawdad?

Hmm, don't mind if I do.

Hey, when you think about it…

…these things are
actually just tiny lobsters.

Hey! I guess you're right.

-Hey!

Who you calling "tiny," punk?