03x07 - Special Delivery

[bunniefuu]

[imitating plane engine]

♪ Come with me to the Inkwell Isles
It's just off the coast, maybe miles ♪

♪ Where there's good and there's bad
And then there's in-between ♪

♪ With Cuphead and Mugman
You'll see what I mean ♪

♪ Ice cream and rockets
Trouble never ends ♪

♪ Watch these ding-dongs
As they make new friends ♪

♪ They'll need some help
Just to stay on track ♪

♪ Oh no, there's that guy!
You better watch your back! ♪

-♪ So if you're looking for fun ♪
-♪ Yes, we're looking for fun ♪

-♪ And a dash of heebie-jeebies ♪
-♪ We've got the heebie-jeebies ♪

♪ Pack your bags and let's go
Welcome to The Cuphead Show! ♪

♪ Welcome to The Cuphead Show! ♪

[plays mellow coda]

[big band jazz plays]

[cool jazz plays]

You know, you could enter the store
like a normal customer, Jerry.

[Jerry] Say, Porkrind,

I got a client, needs a special delivery

to the Fly Trap.

You know, Ribby and Croaks's joint?

It's for Ribby.
It's gotta be delivered by sundown.

[cackles]

All right. Put it on the counter
next to the sack of money.

I don't see no sack of money.

Then I don't see no delivery by sundown.

Oh. Right.

This package is courtesy of--

Deh-deh-deh-deh.

I don't care who it's courtesy of.

Inside this box is--

Deh-deh-deh-deh.

Don't care what's in the box.

-Ain't you curious why it's tickin'?
-[box ticks]

-No. The less I know, the better.
-But don't you wanna know?

What has to happen
for you to shut your trap?

[grunts]

[thud]

Wow, Chalice!

-That was some hit.
-Guess I don't know my own strength.

You boneheads do realize
that was our only baseball?

Relax, Mugsy. I'll just sneak in there
and grab the ball.

The pig won't even know what hit him.

[Porkrind clears throat]

The pig knows.

[all gulp]

Windows ain't free to break.

You want the ball?
You gotta work off the debt.

Deliver this before sunset
to Ribby over at the Fly Trap.

We can't go to the Fly Trap!

Ribby and Croaks wanna k*ll us!

I know how they feel.

Don't worry. I got just the thing.

Ooh, disguises!

You, you're Peter.

Peter, the, uh, delivery boy.

That's it? I'm just a delivery boy?

Uh, you're Patch-Eyed Pete,
secret assassin.

Wow! You hear that, Mugsy?
I'm a secret assassin.

Hey, Porkrind. Porkrind.
Hey, hey, Porkrind.

Who am I gonna be, Porkrind? Porkrind?
Hey, hey. Who am I gonna be? Porkrind…

[Porkrind] And you,
you're Biff Macintosh, a handyman.

And?

[sighs] And you're also a secret assassin.

Now you're talkin'.

Aw, I wanna be someone.
Come on, Porkrind. Who am I, Porkrind?

Jeez, Porkrind. Will you tell me who I am?
Please, Porkrind. Tell me who I am!

You are Tallulah Piccolo.

Oh boy!

Am I… Am I also a secret assassin?

No.

-You're a washed-up dancer.
-[trombone plays comedic sting]

All right. Be back by closing time,
or I'm selling the ball.

[shouts] Now get out!

[all exclaim]

[all grunting]

And no peekin' in the package!

[all panting]

Hey, wanna peek in the package?

[both] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

[all gasp]

[all] Huh?

[Cuphead] It's just
a pair of sparkly shoes.

What a letdown.

Ooh, sparkly.

Hey, Mugsy, Chalice is all hypnotized
by these dumb shoes.

Sparkly.

Hey, watch it, you two!

These are for Ribby, remember?

Yeah, right. Like he could
ever fit into 'em.

Oh, like you would
with those clodhoppers of yours.

Clodhoppers? Why, you--

Hey, hey, hey!

We got a job to do. Now let's go.

[cool jazz plays]

[groans]

Well, well. Look at that.
Sleeping Beauty decided to wake up.

[groans] Sundown. Exploding shoes.

The delivery.

Delivery's taken care of.

Oh. Phew.

In that case, I bid you a fond adieu.

[snickers]

Wait. Did you say "exploding shoes"?

Yeah, in the box.

Sparkly dancin' shoes.

At sundown, they go… [shouts] …kaboom!

[cackles]

Well, see you later.

[bell jingles]

Hm…

[thinking] Box goes kaboom at sundown.

Those three are holding said box.

Box goes kaboom, they go kaboom.

Eh… not my problem.

[foghorn blows]

Come on in, folks.

-Two-for-one appetizers all afternoon!
-Yeah!

Stay for dinner
and get a free complimentary-type dessert!

What he said.

[foghorn blows]

Ribby and Croaks!

Okay, let's keep this simple.

Biff will go up first and distract Croaks,
then Peter gives the box to Ribby.

Bingo bongo, delivery done.

Or… we keep the shoes,

and Tallulah uses them
to dance her way back to the top!

Uh, yeah. We're gonna stick with the plan
and get our baseball back.

But what about Tallulah?

[thud]

I guess stay here and be washed up?

[suspenseful music plays]

We'll see who's washed up.

At sundown, they go kaboom!
[Jerry echoing]

[grunts]

[racing announcer]
Coming down the track is Baby Go Boom!

Followed by Flaming Limbs!

And in third is Blown to Bits!

Behind him is Horribly d*sfigured!

Charred Carcass is pulling up the rear!

[radio turns off]

Well, well, well. You two must be
the owners of this fine establishment.

The name's Biff Macintosh, handyman.

I'm here to fix the jukebox.
It's a very expensive repair,

but it's on the house
for anyone named, uh, Croaks.

[suspenseful music plays]

Hey, I'm Croaks! Right this way.

Huh? I didn't even know we had a jukebox.

Good job, Biff.

Now Peter just has to
deliver the package to Ribby.

Hey, where'd it go?

[laughs]

These sweet babies
are Tallulah's ticket back to the top!

Whoo!

Hey! Who's the wise guy
throwing trash around?

I'm trying to run
a high-class establishment here!

[clears throat]

[in Southern accent and higher pitch]
Hi. I'm Tallulah.

-So?
-I am a dancer, and I am--

Let me stop you right there.
We aren't taking any auditions.

My brother and I handle
all the entertainment here on this boat.

Capisce?

Oh.

Uh, well, in that case,
could I have my box back, then?

Sure. Whatever.

[giggles]

No, no, no, no!

This is for you, Ribby.

It's a present.

A present?

Wow! I never get presents.

Me neither.

-[cackling]
-Hey! My present!

Ah! Tallulah!

Psst. Fellas, make it snappy. Croaks is
about to realize they ain't got a jukebox.

[panting]

Hey! That's mine!

Ugh! Ding-dongs! The plan was working!

They're mine! All mine!

Give me that box!

[Mugman yelps]

-I got it, I got it, I got it!
-I got it, I got it, I got it!

I got it, I got it, I got it!

[all three] I got it, I got it-- Oh!

-Ooh, sparkly.
-[shoes ticking]

Wait. Why's it tickin'?

Hey, we ain't even got no jukebox.

Ooh, I see you got
the exploding shoes I sent ya.

I mean, uh… Nothin'.

Why would you send me exploding shoes?

'Cause youse tried
to bury me alive that time, remember?

[chuckles] Always tryin'
to bump each other off.

When did this become our thing, huh?

Come here, you.

[both] Aw.

[all three] Aw.

Mission accomplished.

[Ribby] Not quite.

Delivery not accepted.

Now what are we supposed to do?

I don't know.
I guess we take it back to Porkrind.

Then I guess
we're not gettin' our ball back.

[strings play melodramatic tune]

[groans] Ah!

[panting]

[all] Hi, Porkrind.

Give me that!

Take this and… [shouts] …get out of here!

[all gasp] Gee, thanks, Porkrind!

I said git!

[all exclaiming]

-[sighs] That was a close one.
-[shoes ticking]

-[bell rings]
-Uh-oh.

I hate those cups.

[upbeat jazz plays]

[expl*si*n]

[crumbling]

Oh!

[exclaims] What is going on up there?

I hate those cups.

[Devil] Cups?

[upbeat jazz plays]

All's well that ends well, eh, fellas?

-You said it.
-And how!

[Devil] Well, well, well.
Hello again, Ms. Chalice.

Friends with those two, are we?

This will come in very useful indeed.

[cackling]

[cackles loudly]

[closing theme music plays]