01x03 - Lunch Lady Chuck

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Narrator: hey, kids,
today's featured words are

"Disorderly" and "famished."

Another beautiful day at school.

Becky botsford and her
classmates are gathered
for an assembly,

And there's an air
of excitement in the, uh, air.

Everybody,
settle down, please.

Bob, acrobatic tricks
at school assembly are
disorderly.

Please take your seat.

That hairy kid should be
on the olympic team.

Now, as you know,
we are here today

To honor our beloved
lunch lady,

Miss o'brien,
who's retiring
after years--

Years?
Yes, years--
of loyal service.

So let's hear it
for miss o'brien.

[Cheers and applause]

Thank you.

Children, I've enjoyed
preparing lunch for you

And your parents
and your grandparents

And your great-grandparents
and your great-great-
grandparents.

[Sighs]
so now,

As I pass the spatula
to the next lunch lady,

Let me remind you, no matter
how famished you may be,

Don't be disorderly
in the lunch line!

And most importantly,
don't ask me what's in
the fish sticks.

Believe me,
you don't want to know.

Peace!

Well, my.

That was exciting,

But not nearly as exciting
as our next special guest--

Our city's
district attorney,

Mrs. Botsford.

Hello, kids.
I'm district attorney botsford,

Becky botsford's mom.
Hi, becky.

Hi, mom.
Oh.

As district attorney,
I'm responsible for making sure

Villains who've committed
crimes go to jail.

But I've also got a new plan
to help criminals return

To a law-abiding life
by getting honest jobs.

So without further ado,
allow me to introduce
your new lunch lady.

I prefer
"lunch fellow."

Chuck, the evil
sandwich-making guy!

Oh, this is going
to be a disaster.

How many times have
we arrested him?
[Screeches]

Oh, this day can't
get any worse.

Oh, and, becky, you left
something at home.

Ohh...

Narrator: the next day,
becky and her classmates
line up for lunch.

Whoa, that looks delicious.

Yikes, I'm famished.
[Screeches]

Peanut butter
and jelly?
Don't mind if I do,

Though I still don't
trust chuck.

We'd better keep
a close eye on him.

Chuck: may I help you?

Can I get
a ham and cheese?

A ham and cheese?

Oh, I'll give you
a ham and cheese.

Here you go.
Thanks!

Oh, it's a pleasure
to serve you.
Come again soon.

Huh. That was
unexpected.

Uh, may I have
a peanut butter
and jelly?

You betcha!

Voila!

How about your
little aardvark there?
He looks famished.

[Stomach growls]

[Screeches]

Wow! You really love
my sandwiches.

This is the best job ever,
and for once in my life,

I just know tomorrow's
going to be even better
than today.

[Ringing]

[Screech]

Ha ha ha ha!

[Applause]

Thanks, mr. Lunch lady--
lunch fellow.

Your sandwiches make
lunch my favorite
class of the day.

Oh, I'm blushing.

Hello, chuck.

Chuck, I just want
to say you're doing
a great job.

You know, maybe mom
was right about chuck.

Maybe all he needed
was another chance.

There is, however,
one thing I'm
concerned about.

That kids will go home
and toss their dinners
in the trash

Because they can't
hold a candle
to my sandwiches?

Yes, but also you need
to wear a hair net.

No, that's ok.
I'm very clean.

I shower twice a day
and I take a bath
every night.

I'm sure you do,
but the law requires
that everyone who works

In the school food
preparation industry
wear a hair net, so here.

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!

It kind of pinches!
It kind of pinches!

Oh, chuck, get
a hold of yourself.

There's no need
to be so disorderly.

It's too uncomfortable!
I won't wear it!

I'm sorry to hear that.

I'm sorry you're sorry
to hear that.

Well, I'm sorry
that you're--look,

Either wear a hair net
or you can't work here.

Oh, really?
In that case, i--i quit.

Ha! Lunch lady--i mean,
lunch fellow out.

You guys blew it.
Best lunch person ever.
I'm done here.

Narrator: a little later,
chuck lets the crusher
tell everyone

What he thinks about
the hair net rule.

This is exactly why
we did all those drills,
children.

Line up
and file out calmly.

When the alarm sounds,
there must be no
disorderly conduct.

[Alarm blaring]

What's that, bob?

Someone's playing
four square

Without observing
world playground game
association rules?

We'd better check it out.
Word up!

Game over, chuck!

Oh, that's what you think.
This baby's on timer,

And I'm the only one
who knows the secret
password to shut it off.

Uhh! Fine.
What are your demands?

I want a hair net
that doesn't make
my hair hurt.

Narrator: uh, I don't think
it's possible for hair to hurt.

Well, what do you know?
You're just a voice.

You could be bald,
for all I know.

I'm assuming
you've already tried
the hair net emporium,

Hair net world,
and hair nets ahoy, right?

No. I didn't
even think to check
the hair net district.

Uhh!

Ow!

Why?

Why must you t*rture me?

Now, that's luxurious.
How does it look?

Uh, super.

Really? Wow!

My mom always said
I was handsome.

Great.
You got your hair net.

Now disable
the crusher, please.

No problem.
Let me just type in
the secret password.

Chuck? No.

Evil? No.

Sandwich? No.

Making? No.

Guy? Well,
that's all I got.

Are you serious?
How could you forget
the password?

I don't know.
I thought of it earlier
today when I was at home.

Was it on the bus?
Maybe I was home.

Look, just stay here
and keep trying to think
of the password.

Huggy and I will
retrace your steps
and look for clues.

Woman: charles, is that you?

Charles? That could be
the password.

Woman: charles,
I'm talking to you.
I'm famished.

You were supposed
to make me a sandwich,

Then watch my stories
with me.

Hello-o! Chuckleberry?

Chuckleberry?
[Snickers]
that's got to be it.

Out of the way, charles,
or should I say...

Chuckleberry?

Hey, that's my mom's
special nickname for me.

But is it the password?
Let's see.

Chuckleberry. No.
Charles?

[All screaming]

Does your mom have
any other pet names
for you?

Uh, no, not that
I can think of.

Oh, come on, huggy.

We'd better keep
trying to figure out
that password.

Pull over!

Oh. All right.

You want an old-fashioned bus
versus superhero drag race?

Because you got it.
Here we go, baby.

No, I don't want
to race. I need
to get on the bus.

Do you have exact change?

Look, if you don't
let me on,

An entire school is
going to get crushed

By a giant
sandwich press.

I need exact change.

[Groans]

Everyone
settle down.

Quit being
so disorderly.

Uh, do you know what
"disorderly" means?

Yes.

It means rowdy
and out of control.

No one on this bus
is being rowdy
or out of control.

That lady back there
was, uh, moving
her lips too fast

While she was
reading to herself.

Right. Listen, did you have
a passenger earlier today
with a sandwich for a head?

Look, lady,
I got a lot
of passengers

Who fit
that description.

[Sighs]

Hmm. "Sandwich
enthusiast."

That's got to be
chuck's magazine.

Maybe the password for
the crusher's in there.

Let's go! Word up!

My magazine.
I must have
forgot it on the bus.

All right, let's see.
Enthusiast?
Contents? Recipes?

Oh, no!

Oh, we're running
out of time.
Think, chuck!

[Snoring]

Chuck!

Oh, the crusher!
Right.
[Yawns]

Keep looking
for clues, will ya?

Huggy,
what are you doing?

[Screeches]
what do you mean,
you're famished?

"Famished" means
extremely hungry.

I should know by now,
you're always famished.

Chuck!
What are you doing?

There's less than
a minute left!

Why aren't you
trying to figure out
the password?

Did you know bologna is named
after a place in italy?

Man, I got to visit--

[All gasp]

Oh! Oh!

Come on, chuck! Think!
What's the password?

Oh, yeah. I know.

The password is...

"Password."

Narrator:
are you kidding me?
Ohh.

Computer voice:
oh, yeah.

Yay!

I did it!
I'm a hero!

A hero?

Mrs. Botsford:
hello up there!

Word girl!

Would you grab chuck
for a second?

I think there may be
a better place to use
his talents.

Gladly.

Two-brains, party of one.

Hey, cookie, what's
the special today?

I'm famished.
Here you go.

Grilled cheese.
My favorite.

Ooh, with a toothpick.

Talk about classy.

Narrator: and so, once again,
word girl and captain huggy face
save the day.

Gee, I'm famished
from all this narrating.

[Crunch]

Mmm, that's good.

Anyway, we'll see you soon,
loyal viewers.

In the meantime, try not
to do anything disorderly
while patiently awaiting

The next thrilling episode
of "word girl."