02x24 - Norchaborf

[bunniefuu]

[tranquil music]

- Ellen!

Ellen!

Ellen?

Ellen!

Ellen!

- This better be important.

- Have you seen my toenail jar?

- Yeah, I tossed it.

You left it in the

kitchen, revoltoid.

- No!

I've cultivated those

clippings for months!

Girls don't

understand anything.

[groans] I wish

I had a brother.

Wait!

I'll go to the

place that provides

all of life's desires--

the internet!

[dial-up tone buzzes]

"Looking for an

instant male sibling

and a modest cash stipend?"

An exchange student from--

- Bam.

- [groans] An exchange student

from the land of Norchaborf

needs a host family.

He's the brother

you always wanted.

S-s-s-send!

Oh, that was easier

than I thought.

[upbeat music]

Don't want to go

to school today

The sun is red hot

and I wanna play

But if I get caught

they'll make me pay

Detention again

- Big Nate, Big Nate

- Math and social studies

just ain't my thing

- Big Nate, Big Nate

- Rocking with my band

is where I'm king

Stealing the teacher's teeth

or bailing on a test

- Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh,

ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Big Nate

[loud clang]

[loud crash]

- Friday finally!

Wanna go to the arcade?

- Sorry, I've got a thing--

Drama Club Club,

the emotional support club

for kids in drama club.

[chuckles]

- Ugh, I need a thing.

- Amy, we need you.

- You know that show,

"Tough Cookies"?

It's coming to Rackleff.

- No way.

I love that show!

- "Tough Cookies,"

where young chefs are judged.

- I said cuttlefish,

not sea bass!

- As they attempt

anything possible!

[screaming]

- It's gonna eat me!

- You're nothing!

- [sobs]

- They take on the

coveted Golden Apron!

- My mom made us team with Kim

because my mom and her mom

are friends, but Kim's cooking

is, like, a total nightmare.

We hear you're an

amazing chef, so--

- I'd love to be on your team.

[Nate snoring]

- He's older, he's bolder,

and he's all that.

Meet Nate's cool big

brother who's not a girl.

- Testosterone!

[Ellen screaming]

[dramatic sting]

- Huh?

[laughs giddily] He's here!

- Norchaborf!

- You broke into the

wrong house, dude!

I'm not afraid to get stabby.

- Whoa, whoa.

Do not worry.

The door was broken.

I knocked and it became a dust.

You definitely have termites.

- Nate, are you having one of

your dorky slumber parties?

- Not quite, Ellen.

Meet Norchaborf, an exchange

student from Norchaborf.

He lives here now.

- Good thing

I arrived when I did.

Everyone here was sleeping.

No one was guarding

for mountain lions.

- What's going on?

Why is there a strange boy

in your bedroom, Ellen?

- Oh, hello.

High-five.

- This is my new brother,

Norchaborf, from Norchaborf.

Haha!

I ordered him on the internet.

You've got three kids now--

well, two and a butthead.

[grunts]

- Oh, gee, I don't

think I can afford

any more children, Nacho barf.

Sorry.

I hope Nate ordered you from

a site with free returns.

- Huh?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

OK, OK, OK.

Hang on, Dad.

Did I mention that we get paid

to let Norchaborf live with us

in the good, ol' U.S. of A.?

- Oh, well, in that case,

welcome to the family, son.

Sorry about Ellen's hysteria.

Teenagers.

You have siblings back home?

- [laughs] Yes, 1.3 million.

All children in Norchaborf

consider themselves

loving, harmonious siblings.

- Wow.

No petty arguments?

No fighting?

[bickering]

- [laughs] Of course not.

That is why nine

years of existence,

the land of Norchaborf's won

the Best People in the World

Award 10 years in a row.

- [gasps]

You're my new favorite.

[lobsters squeaking]

- Thanks, Zeff.

Hi, Kim.

- Hey, cooking buddy.

Check it out.

I'm making a HamaJamaAna.

It's ham with jam and banana.

- I never thought about

putting those things together.

You're a genius.

- I got stuff to

bake apple pie.

And Hillary's doing hamburgers.

- I'm pretty excited about it.

- And what are you making?

I'm guessing something normal,

unlike the freaky stuff

Kim keeps trying

to get away with.

- Yeah, last week, Kim made

something with eyeballs.

- Yeah, I did.

- Yeah, I'm going to make,

uh, mac and cheese.

So normal, right?

- All right, go tell

Dad to order pizza.

He won't say no to his new son.

- Okey dokey.

Ugh!

Whoa!

[crashing]

Oh, good news.

Dad Martin offered us

something better--

lentil burgers!

Great for lowering cholesterol.

- [groans]

I sent Norch into Ellen's

room to prank her.

This is gonna be dope!

[laughs]

Eh. Why don't I hear screaming?

- Oh, that's great, Norchaborf.

Mind the corns.

- [screams]

OK, so this game takes place

on the planet Plutorg.

And what you want to do is--

- Deliver assistance

to Plutorgians?

- Heh, heh.

Cha-no.

Watch.

- Hi, friend.

[screams]

- Oh!

I want no part of space m*rder.

- [groans]

Let's go meet my friends.

[mellow music]

- Nice to meet you, Norchaborf.

- How's it going, man?

- How ya doin'?

- Well, I have a canker sore on

my tongue, which is bothersome.

You wanna see?

Ahh.

[dramatic music]

- OK, Norch, Norch,

brother, brother.

[laughs] In America,

the correct answer

to "how ya doin'"

is always "awesome."

- What if I am not awesome?

- Bottle it up.

Tell no one.

[eerie music]

You're too low, Nate!

You're too low!

Pull up!

[cries]

- OK.

My new siblings, please

forgive my faux paus,

and thank you for

inviting me to eat.

Let us enjoy this jellied

shark fish together.

- Good one, Norch.

[laughs nervously]

He's kidding.

He's kidding.

Aren't you, Norch?

I mean, obviously, we eat

ice cream at Scoopsies.

- [smacks lips]

- Mm.

- Mm.

Hmm?

- Norch!

No, no, what are you doing?

No, no, no, Norch,

eat only your own.

- It's OK.

I don't mind.

I like to try everything

when I travel, too.

- You may have this.

- Norch, what was that?

You don't offer food

to strangers!

- Oh, she was not a stranger.

In Norchaborf,

once you talk to somebody,

they are family, just like

you and I are brothers.

- Yeah, right.

Brothers.

- Brother, can you direct me

to the plunkschnift--

the place of stinky whirlpools?

- Yeah, the, uh,

bathroom is in the back.

- You're coming with me, right?

- Yeah, no, you're, uh--you're

on your own for that one,

big guy.

- I have never gone to

a bathroom alone before.

But when in America--

[laughs]

- He's probably

just jet lagged.

You know, I'm sure he's gonna

turn out to be really cool.

I mean, he's my

brother after all.

- I like him just as he is.

- He's cool already.

[laughter]

- Huh, hard to hear you guys,

but it sounds like we agree.

I should fix him.

- On behalf of motherland

Stylgravia,

we shall fix this

Norchaborfian indeed.

- Norch.

Norch, buddy,

why don't you sit down?

Have some cheesy snacks.

We gotta talk.

- It is a dusty packing peanut?

[bites] I do not

understand American taste.

- [sighs] Yeah, I--

I know, buddy.

I know.

That's what we

gotta talk about.

You see, you need a makeover

so you won't stick out

like a sore thumb at school.

- I am a stick-out?

My whole country

is founded on not

sticking out like an arrogant,

self-absorbed Stylgravian.

This is upsetting news.

- I know being the best

Norchaborfian means caring

and sharing and all that jazz.

But, you know, being the best

American means,

well, being better than

everyone else.

Yeah, letting your

awesome shine, like I do.

- Awesome!

- OK, well, how can

I shine awesomely?

- Well, for starters,

you need a new look.

And you know what?

A new name.

Norchaborf is just

too hard to pronounce.

- Well, in the

land of Norchaborf,

everyone is named Norchaborf.

- OK, you know what?

Let's lose the accent, too.

- Hey, how was the

"Tough Cookies" meeting?

- To be honest,

Mary and Hillary

don't have the most

sophisticated palates.

But it's OK.

I'm not in it for

the Golden Apron.

- I got us matching chef hats!

[upbeat music]

- You want me to

bedazzle yours, too?

- [gasps]

- No.

- Ew.

[upbeat music]

- Hey.

- So if we syndicate now, I'm

telling you, Teddy, spin-off.

- [laughs] Huh?

- I am sorry we got off

on the wrong hoof.

Allow me to start again.

Hi, my name is Nate.

What's up?

[in American accent]

My name's Nate.

I am awesome!

- Big Nate!

[cheering]

- What?

Dude, he's like your twin!

- How come he's

using your name?

- I guess he wants

to be the best.

- Hey, Nate.

Nice to meet you.

- Hi, Friend Nate.

- [strained]

Hey, how is it hanging?

- [gasps]

Norchaborfian deceiver!

I am too late.

He has infiltrated P.S. 38!

Why you are dressed

as Friend Nate?

- Huh, I did not

realize there was

a Stylgravian here at PS 38!

- Why you aren't attacking me

like Norchaborfian wolfhound?

- I have left all of my

old ways behind, my friend.

I am an American now.

[eagle shrieking]

[majestic music]

[cheering]

- Isn't he great?

Oh, he's so much

better than old Nate.

- Yes, but he doesn't fool me.

[timer dinging]

- Mac and cheese

is kind of boring.

I could do something

more creative.

- Nobody wants to

eat creativity.

Try my pie.

- Ooh.

Not bad.

You ever try putting a pinch

of salt into the apples?

- Salt in pie?

Who are you?

Kim?

- There's only one Kim.

- What did you

wind up making, Kim?

- Behold.

[glorious music]

- Is that--

- Leaf Wellington,

my plant-based alternative.

- Oh, you made "blood"

out of the beets.

- Try harder to be normal, Kim.

Weird stuff won't

win over the judges.

- Prepare to be astonished.

- What, like, even is it?

- Ew.

- An exact replica of

the Dead Sea Scrolls

made out of peppered goat skin,

obviously.

- Whoa.

This is so cool!

- Um, but, like, the rules say

we only need one side dish,

Kim.

And Amy's mac and cheese is

just a smidge ahead of you.

Try something else.

- On it.

Kim powers, activate!

[thrilling music]

[eagle shrieking]

- Obviously, we'll choose

yours for competition.

Well, our dishes

are still perfect.

You almost done, Kim?

["Waltz of the Flowers"

playing]



- Wow.

- Sacré bleu!

- You made a soufflé?

- And I nailed it.

She's Bobby Flay's daughter.

Heh, heh.

- [laughs, snorts]

- Snort, laugh.

Sick.

- Wanna hit Señor Chang's

after this?

- Sure.

- Don't invite Kim, OK?

- OK.

[somber music]

[bell ringing]

- Hey, man.

What's up, Nate?

- Huh?

Oh, hey.

- Oh, it's just you.

- I thought you were New Nate.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What?

I'm the OG Nate.

Uh, I taught New Nate

everything he knows.

[sputters] Guys?

[bell ringing]

Hey, let's go skateboarding.

Just us, like in

the before times.

- Sorry, but we already

made plans with New Nate.

- Yeah, no can do, foo.

- All right.

[rock music]

- What's up?

[laughter]

- New Nate, wait up!

- Hello, Friend Nate.

- Hmm?

Oh, I'm sorry, Artur.

I'm not into charming guys

from foreign lands right now.

- [sighs]

That is make two of us.

Norchaborf must go, right?

- Whoa.

You don't like Norchaborf?

You like everyone.

- Everyone except

Norchaborfians.

They ruined my country.

In before times, Stylgravia did

all trading with our

next door country

of Norchaborf.

Stylgravians were

prosperous and happy.

- Howdy hi h*, neighbor!

h*, h*.

- But then

Norchaborfians decide

to share only with each other,

trade only with each other,

share nothing to Stylgravia,

buy nothing from Stylgravia.

Stylgravia grew destitute.

Thanks to sharing,

caring Norchaborfians,

Stylgravians must

import inferior goods

from Rackleff, USA.

We had to build giant

catapult at embassy here

for to send livestock

across ocean to Stylgravia.

What will these

Norchaborfians take over next?

Rackleff?

- Or my life!

We need to stop them.

Meet me at the Stylgravian

embassy at 9:00 PM.

I have an idea.

- Such poise.

Look at how he bends his knee

into the elegant triple axle.

- [gasps] He nailed

the triple axle!

- It's so cool you like

watching figure skating, Nate.

- [grumbles] I hate it,

and you know that, Ellen!

- I was talking to

New Nate, dweebus.

- [screaming]

- Maybe we should give you

a nickname, buddy.

Having two Nates in

the house is confusing.

[suspenseful music]

[cows moo-ing]

- Whoa!

- Hello, Friend Nate.

You are ready as I am

for send Norchaborf

back to land of Norchaborf?

- [laughs] More than ready!

Heh.

Uh, hey, this isn't

gonna hurt him, right?

- Most likely, no.

But we will practice with cow

first to make sure

Norchaborf does not suffer

terrible fate,

like landing in

greater Houston metro area.

- Well, hey, now,

that ain't right.

[cow moo-ing]

[beeping]

- Let's see if this

is enough power.

- Destination:

Rackleff Ice Cream Parlor.

[cow giggling]

- Yeah, we better

crank up the juice.

[powering up]

- Destination:

Manhattan, USA.

[cow moo-ing]

- I'm walkin' here!

- We are getting closer.

- Error. Maximum power.

[grunts]

[whirring]

Fine, you win.

Destination:

land of Norchaborf.

- [gasps]

[cow moo-ing]

[laughter]

- Well done,

you beautiful machine!

- All that is left to do

is capture Norchaborf

and send him flying!

Oh!

[beeping]

- Destination:

land of Norchaborf.

- Whoa!

- Friend Nate!

- [screams]

- [snores] Snorchaborf.

Eh?

Huh?

[gasps] Brother Nate

is planning a trip

on a giant catapult?

Oh!

This is too dangerous, even for

a super awesome American kid.

I must stop him!

- And we're back with

"Tough Cookies."

Let's see what

the judges think.

- This looks like

something I'd find

under my grandpa's recliner!

[girl screaming]

- [sobs]

- Our group looks so

delicious and normal.

We totally got this in the bag.

- Go, team.

[glamorous music]

Is that a man?

- Or is it crab cake?

Undeniably my finest work.

- Mmm.

This is--

- Disgusting?

- Hard pass.

- I've had it with

you neophytes.

Let's go home.

- Listen up, amateur nobodies.

Today, the winning team will

receive not just

a Golden Apron, but also

a week-long cooking class

at the Culinary Institute

in NYC.

- Oh!

Guys, we've gotta

get that prize.

We have to go with Kim's dish.

We need to stand out.

- I thought we agreed

Kim's stuff is gross.

- Yeah, ew.

- Ugh.

- [screams]

[grunts]

- Another wayward cow arrived

from the Stylgravian embassy.

- Ooh, scrawny little heifer.

Will be hard to milk her.

- We must still try.

So she is not go to wasted.

- No, no, no! No, stop!

I'm not a girl or a cow!

I'm just a normal human boy!

- [laughs]

Normal human boy

with that crazy accent?

- No!

[cries]

No! [grunts]

I'm a boy, a real boy!

- Are you lost, child?

- Well, look, I--

I know I look weird to you

and sound weird to you,

but it's just because we're

from different cultures.

And we don't know

each other yet.

See, I'm--I'm from

Rackleff, America,

and a catapult accidentally

sent me to--

- Do not worry.

We, too, have a catapult.

We use it to launch words of

affirmation at enemy nations.

- Uh, thank you!

- Come with us.

We'll fling you home.

- Huh?

Wait, wait, wait.

So you're not gonna milk me?

- Eh, you'd provide

mediocre milk at best.

- Huh.

- [gasps]

Kim.

- Hmm.

- I'm so sorry I didn't

stand up for you.

You're the best chef here.

And I'm way better than

I've been letting on.

Let's make our own team,

please?

- Well, I did work hard

on making his crab abs

this chiseled,

hee-hee-hee-hee.

- Speaking of crabs.

- Creative.

- Delectable!

- I'm glad you think so.

Kim and I entered with some

other girls by mistake,

but actually,

she and I are a team.

- You two are really going

places in the culinary world.

But you are not

going anywhere today.

This is an American

cooking show.

We can't show anything

different or exceptional.

It frightens the public!

- Start rolling.

- Well, looks like we have

our winners, Hilary and Mary,

with your good, old-fashioned,

noncontroversial,

highly-American dinner of

hamburgers and apple pie.

[cheering]

- I guess you should have

given them your mac and cheese.

- I can't believe this.

Can you believe this?

- Yeah, this kind of thing

is pretty status quo for me.

And I can make my own

Golden Apron.

- Hey, wanna start

our own cooking club?

We could meet at my house once

a week and try out new recipes.

It'll be our thing.

- Depends.

Can I bedazzle your chef hat?

It's too boring for my eyes

to look at weekly.

- I'd be honored.

[dramatic music]

- Oh!

I have sent Friend Nate

to enemy territory.

This is big mistake!

- [moans]

- [whistles] This is

private Stylgravian land.

What is it you are wanting?

- Brother Nate is in danger!

He wants to go far away in

the catapult, just like that.

- Oh, um, yes.

It already has happened,

actually.

With absolute no help

by accident from me,

Nate's in land of Norchaborf,

where you should be.

- Oh, no.

No, no, no.

I hope he is OK.

It is hard to be in a new land.

- I am understanding.

It is hard to be different.

- I am happy you understand,

Brother Artur.

[Nate screaming]

Brother Nate!

- [grunts]

[groans]

- Oh!

[smooching]

How was your time

in Norchaborf?

I hope the

Norchaborfians did not

treat you like a big weirdo.

- They didn't.

Even though I looked different

and sounded different,

and my milk was sour,

they were really nice to me.

I mean, honestly,

they treated me

the way I should have

treated you, Norchaborf.

Look, I--I'm really sorry.

I should have let you

be yourself

and left being my kind of

awesome to the OG Nate, moi.

- Yes, yes.

Being you is so terrible.

I do not like to eat orange

Styrofoam packing peanuts

and wear hideous clothing

and act like a circus clown

so everyone will look at me.

Ugh.

- [nervous chuckle]

- You will always

be my brother, Nate.

But please, send me home now.

- Cool Nate, don't leave.

You're my favorite

person in Rackleff.

You can live with me.

- [grumbles]

[pants]

[beeping]

- [breathes heavily]

- Oh, ha.

Hello, Jenny.

I did not see or hear you.

Norchaborf had to go bye-bye.

Ah!

- I'm coming, Norchaborf!

- Jellied shark face?

- Nor, Norchaborf,

Norchaborf, Norchaborf

Norchaborf, Norchaborf

Norchaborf

Nor, Norchaborf,

Norchaborf, Norchaborf

Norchaborf, Norchaborf