01x01 - Burple Nurples/Shnitzel Makes a Deposit

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[Mung]
Oh, Yeah.

[applause]

[upbeat music]

[chiming]

[slurping]

Young lady,
your sparkle-spackle pudding

is a culinary triumph!

[Panini]
Yes, I know.
I made them myself.

Well, my,
aren't you professional!

Move along!

Thank you for your patronage.

Always a pleasure.

[rumbling]

Oh, hi, Chowder.

I'm not your
boyfriend!

Hey, whatcha you doing, Panini?

Well, because I'm doing so well
in the kitchen

Miss Endive thought it was time
for me to spread my wings.

You have wings?

Oh, you're so cute, num-nums.

No, what I mean is,
she let me cook a dish

all on my own.

On your own?

Mung never lets me do anything
on my own.

- Can I try one?
- No!

But you can buy one.

I'm selling them
for one dollop each.

Of course, for you there's
a special boyfriend discount.

[kisses]

That's okay.
Here's one dollop.

slurp slurp slurp

Muah.

I didn't do that!

crunch crunch crunch

[Mung Daal]
'Okay, Shnitzel,
all we need to finish'

our house-of-cards soufflé is..

splat

Ah, yes, one giant,
super-destructive wawa-melon.

- Thank you, Chowder.
- Guess what, Mung?

I think I'm ready to cook
something on my own!

swish

Um, I don't know, Chowder.

You might want to get a few
more years under your belt.

There's no room!

Please? Please?

[Mung]
Chowder, I just
don't think you're ready yet.

- Please?
- No, Chowder.

- Puh-lease?
- No.

Ple-e-e-e-e-e-e--

Chowder?!

...E-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e..

Really now,
you can't keep that up forever.

Yes, I can. E-e-e-e...

You're not going
to change my mind.

But Miss Endive let
Panini do it. E-e-e-e..

[Mung]
Endive!

If that battle-ax thinks
her apprentice is ready

then I'm sure my apprentice
is more than ready.

Chowder, get ready to cook!

Whoo-hoo!
E-e-e-e-e-e-e...

You can stop now.

Wish I could, but
I'm stuck.

E-e-e-e-e-e-e...

[rattling]

[Mung]
Now let's just
find you a nice, easy recipe.

thwack

[Chowder]
I like this one!

Hmm.. How about
this instead?

Pickle in a cup?

But that's too easy.

My chef wings won't soar.

Oy, you're k*lling me, kid.

What was the first
recipe you ever made?

- Pickle in a cup!
- Okay, well, after that.

Well, I made burple nurples
but I think

that's a little too advanced.

I wanna make burple nurples!

Burple nurples! Burple nurples!
Burple nurples! Burple nurples!

Burple nurples! Burple nurples!

Who are you?

[Chowder]
Okay, gently crack
one snegg.

splat

- That was easy.
- Um, Chowder --

[Chowder]
I got it.
Next, add a cup of sugar.

sploosh

To the bowl, Chowder.

Blecch!

Now introduce
two sticks of blutter.

Mr. Blutter, meet Mrs. Blutter.

Mwah, mwah, mwah, mwah,
mwah, mwah.

Uh, Chowder

I know what I'm doing, Mung.

Geez Louise!

Hmm..
Boring!

Boring.
Boring.

Boring, boring, boring.

Ooh!
Add lots of snore-iander!

Hey, that's a fun name.

Now, Chowder, be sure
you grab the right one.

[Chowder]
Mung, I can do it.

You have to believe in me.

[stirring music]

Poison?

[Chowder]
I'm just making
burple nurples.

What are you so worried about?

- It's just that --
- It's just what?

- It's just, just --
- What?!

But, but..

[crying]

W-Why won't you trust
me as a chef, Mung?

[deathly roar]

[timer dinging]

Nurples are done!

burp burp burp

Better try one.

Aah.

slap

[gasping and groaning]

Mung, what are you doing?

I just want you to, uh,
save as many as you can

for the customers.

I mean, they look so good.

So not deadly poisonous.

Oh, okay.

Oh, golly, why did
I even put that poison

in the spice cabinet
in the first place?

[growls]

thud thud thud

Oh, yeah, that's why.

[metallic drumming music]

Burple nurples!

Burple nurples!

[Mung]
Oh, what do we have--?

Burple nurples!
Made them myself.

[Mung]
I'll take them all.

- Take 'em all, take 'em all.
- That'll be 50 dollops.

[sighs]
Why are they so expensive?

Well, I've only got 45.

Okay.
Throw in a couple for free.

How generous!

Now, uh, give me all
those nurples.

- See you.
- Wait, good sir.

Don't you want to taste them?

Uh...You know,
I am a nurple connoisseur

and I can tell
just by looking at 'em

that these
are the finest-quality nurples

I will ever taste in my life.

Good work, lad.

Oh, wow!

A real nurple connoisseur!

You have to taste them.

You have to rate my nurples.

burp burp burp

[squeaking]

[in a sinister rasping voice]
You...will...die!

Come on, then. Come on.

[sinister rasping voice]
Die!

[giggling]

You..

Hmm..
Uh, okay.

I'm eating it.
See?

[blubbering]

Mmm...that's "delish."

Can't wait to go home
and eat the rest.

I'm glad you like them.

Now I'll have an easy time

selling the other five dozen!

[dramatic sting]

slap

Woman, I need all the cash
we got right now!

Don't ask questions!

I have one..

Yes, it's Chowder related.

Okay.

[upbeat music]

What is this, a childish,
child-size food stand?

Oh, hey, Gorgonzola.

I'm selling burple nurples
that I made myself

like a real chef.

What? You think
you're better than me?

Listen. I've got
a lot of customers waiting.

[crickets chirping]
Let them wait.

I have to buy one just to prove
how disgusting they truly are.

[Chowder]
'Okay,
that will be five dollops.'

[Gorgonzola]
'Boy, that's a lot of money.'

They better be disgusting.

- Don't eat that nurple!
- Why, old man?

Because.. Because
it is calling out to me.

I need that exact nurple.

Uh...

Here, here,
I'll give you 10 dollops.

- A hundred dollops.
- What is it with you kids?

- I'll give you 20.
- Two hundred dollops.

- Fifty.
- Three hundred dollops.

Oh, my golly! 75.

- Three hundred fifty.
- Eighty.

- Three hundred sixty.
- Eighty five.

- Eight hundred thousand.
- Stay out of this!

- Eighty five!
- Four hundred dollops.

Four hun..
Okay, fine.


Now give me that nurple.

I think I might need
another nurple.

- Here's five dollops.
- Ten dollops.


Oh, I am so tempted

to let you eat that nurple!

Thank you!
Come again!

Well, it cost
every sment I had

but at least I got all the--

Burple nurples!

Get your fresh,
hot burple nurples!

Oh, darn my socks!

Shnitzel, I need all the money
you got right away.

- Rada, rada, rada?
- You don't have any money?

Honey, you gotta pay Shnitzel.

- Hurry!
- Are you crazy?

I gave you all the money
we had already!

Rada, rada, rada?

Yes, it's Chowder related.

Burple nurples!

Oh, I simply love
burple nurples!

Can't you give
a free sample to a pretty lady?

Sure.
Do you know one?

Can't give a free
sample to an ugly lady?

No, ugly ladies
have to pay.

Hey, ugly,
you owe me 300 dollops!

Run, Mung. Run.
Run like the wind.

[flies buzzing]

[panting]

I got to dispose of these
nurples!

Stop, thief!

Yes!
I'll flush 'em!

[upbeat music]

splash splash

Mmm..
I love burple nurples.

Aah! Don't eat those,
or you will die!

Better keep looking.


Oh, good, a bathroom.

[zipper screeching]

[Toilet]
'I love burple nurples!'

A-a-a-h-h-h-h..

[panting]

Huh? The city limit.

screech

Ooh, yum.

Holy Swiss cheese!

[creaking]

I love burple nurples!

- 300 dollops!
- 300 dollops?

That's outrageous.

[Mung]
Wh-o-o-o-a-a-a!


[both screaming]

thud

[Mung]
Mount Fondoom.

[ominous music]

I know what I'm gonna do.

The nurples must go
into the fire.

[screaming]

A-a-a-h-h-h!

Whoa!

Time out! Fat kid running.

[screaming]

[Mung]
A-a-h-h-h!

[gasps]

I'm sorry.

N-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!

kaboom!

[sploosh]

Hey, where'd that ugly thief
lady go?

Oh, Chowder,
that ugly lady was me.

You see, there is an ugly lady
inside us all.

And sometimes
that ugly lady makes

us do things
we're not proud of.

But I'm proud
of you because you proved

that everything I believed
about you was right.

Wow! So why'd you throw
the nurples into the volcano?

- Oh, because of the poison.
- The what?

Oh, never mind.
Let's just go home.

So it seems I'm gonna
be strapped for cash

in the next month.

Think you can float me?

[Chowder]
No.

[upbeat music]

[chiming]

[whirring]

Rada, rada.

Is it fivesday already?

Why does Shnitzel always
get so happy on fivesday?

Is it the day he makes a poo?

No! Fivesday is payday.

You see, Chowder,
as my apprentice

you work
to gain knowledge.

Knowledge!

But grown-ups,
like Shnitzel, work for money.

Each week
he gets a paycheck.

What does he
do with the check?

[sniffs]

Ah..
Rada, rada!

Oh, oh, oh. Oh!

- 'Oh.'
- Knock it off!

Well, like most grown-ups,
he deposits it in a bank.

Ra-rada, rada!

I've never been to the bank.

Do they have snacks there?

You know what?
You should go with Shnitzel.

- Huh?
- You sure Shnitzel won't mind?

Not at all!
Now go get your wiggy bank.

Rada, rada, rada,
rada, rada!

How much you got
in there?

squeak squeak squeak

[coughs]

[clinking]

[Mung]
Perfect! You can start
a savings account.

It's never too early.

- Rada, rada, rada, rada!
- No, it's not too early.

Have fun, you two!

Oh, honey?

Your love muffin needs
some kissy-kissy.

[kisses]

Shnitzel said I could
have this cookie

if I stayed here.

Oh, he did, did he?

chomp chomp

Mung said I could have this pie
if I went with you.

[grumbling]
Rada, rada.

[clinking]

[instrumental music]

Whoa!

It smells like floor wax
in here.

Rada, rada, rada.

Okay, okay,
I won't touch anything.

[wooden clopping]

Rada, rada, rada?

Well, I can't follow you,
'cause then

I'd be touching the floor,
and you said--

Rada.
Rada, rada, rada!

So I can touch the floor?

You need to make up your mind.

Welcome. Would you care
for a free lollipop?

[gasping]
Would I?!

- Would you?
- Would I?

- Would you?
- Would I?

Would you?

- Would I what?
- Care for a free lollipop?

- Would I?!
- Would you?

- Would I?
- Rada, rada!

Yes, I would.
Thank you.

[slurping]

[ringing]

thud

[shutter creaking]

How may I help you, Sonny?

Ah, rada, rada.

Okey-dokey.

We'll get you...taken care of.

[groans]

Okey-dokey, Sonny.

I'm gonna need you to sign
the back of this check.

There's a pen over
on the counter yonder.

Rada, rada, rada.

Hold our place in line?

Okay, I'm good at holding.

[inhales]

Rada, rada.

[instrumental music]

[scribbling]

[indistinct chatter]

R-a-a-a-a!

bam

Ah!

[indistinct chatter]

[ruffling]

[mellow instrumental music]

[whirring]

[suckling]

[whirring]

[clicks tongue]

[whirring]

[bird cuckoos]

[ticking]

[music continues]

[groans]

[suckling]

[pop]

[clanking and creaking]

[squeaking]

Next.

[Shnitzel]
Huh?

You think this is funny, huh?

Letting your kid
do this to me?

Just because I have
a tie-shaped

growth on my neck?

Rada, rada, rada.

I will teach you to make fun

of my deformity.

- Guard! Guard!
- What's the problem?

This man made
me feel uncomfortable.

You sick monster!

- Rada?
- Come on.

It's the time-out booth
for you.

Rada! Rada, rada!

Oh, rada!

You, too, kid.

[thumping]

[instrumental music]

Last night I dreamed
I was a bottle of ketchup

and you were mustard,
which is weird

'cause usually
you're mayonnaise in my dreams.

Why do you suppose that is?

'Boy, line's getting long.'

[bird cuckoos]

[ticking]

[rattling]

boing

[giggles]
Oh, I thought
I'd never get up here.

Well, I'll make this fast.

I just need to deposit

[giggles]

...in change!

[Shnitzel]
'Rada, rada!'

Okey-dokey.

Let's see here.

One...two...three...four..

...five...six...seven...eight..

[groans]

...nine...ten...
eleven...twelve.

Thirteen...fourteen...fifteen..

...sixteen...seventeen..

'...eighteen, nineteen,
twenty.'

I can count good,
too, Shnitzel!

One, two, three, four,
five, six..

Seven, eight, nine..

Oh, fiddlesticks!

[squeals]

[clanking]

One...two...

Rada!
Rada, rada, rada, rada!

No more counting. Right.

[cashier]
'Five...six..'

♪ A, b, c, d, e, f, g ♪♪♪

H...i...j..

Oh, fiddlesticks.

[squeals]

One...two...three...

Oh!

[clinking]

[cashier]
'One hundred eighty nine..'

[groans]

[cashier]
'...One hundred ninety'

You're a good counter.

Thank you, Sonny.

One hundred ninety two--

How high can you count?

Oh, I don't know.
Pretty high.

I can only count to 42.

- What comes after 42?
- Forty three..

- And after that?
- Forty four.

- And after that?
- Forty five.

- And after that?
- Forty six..

Wow!
How'd you get so good?

Well, I still practice,
I guess.

I'll keep practicing, too.

Thanks, mister!

What a nice boy.

Forty nine..

[Shnitzel]
Oh, rada!

Fiddlesticks.

[Shnitzel]
'Oh, no!'

He's a good counter, Shnitzel.

Why are you crying?

[crying]
Oh, rada.

[door slams]

[cashier]
'...hundred ninety five..'

...One hundred ninety six..

..one hundred...ninety seven..

...one hundred ninety eight..

One hundred ninety nine..

[gasps]

- Huh?!
- Oh, dear.

Help, help!

Don't worry, ma'am.
We're professionals.

Hmm.

[groans]

Not to worry. This man simply
ran out of steam.

Does anyone have any
steam on them?

Anyone?

Anyone?

No steam, huh?

Then we better get this man
to a sauna immediately.

Ma'am, if you'll come with
me, we'll finish your deposit.

Oh, [giggles]

That sounds wonderful.

Rada?

[dinging]

Rada!

Rada!
Rada, rada, rada, rada!

Rada, rada, rada, rada!

Rada, rada!

Rada! Rada, rada,
rada, rada, rada!

Rada, rada, rada, rada!

- Rada, rada--
- 'Next!'

- Rada, rada, rada!
- 'Next!'

Sir, you're next!

Shnitzel, it's your turn!

[chiming]

Go on, then. Go on!

Rada?

I'd be happy to take
your deposit, sir.

Nobody move!
This is a robbery.

Stay down and no one gets hurt.

Oh, no!
He's got a plunger.

Don't try no funny stuff.

I ain't afraid
to use this thing.

Hey! Hey, buddy!

Didn't you hear me?

I'm not messing around here.

I'll plunge you good!

[gasps]

flump

Rada, rada.

[all cheering]

Shnitzel!
Hey, Shnitzel, wait!

I didn't get to deposit
my money.

[jingling]

[indistinct chatter]

wibble wobble wibble wobble

crack

This is a big order
of slaw, Mung.

- Big Mung slaw.
- Big Mung slaw.

These chowboys
take their slaw very seriously.

Very seriously.

Very important
that we get it just right.

Get it just right!

To cook this dish,
we must think like a chowboy

act like a chowboy.

- Smell like a chowboy.
- No, we don't have to--

- Sing like a chowboy!
- Sing like a..

Go scuba
diving like a chowboy.

- Knock it off.
- Knock it off like a chowboy!

You don't know
what you're missing...

If you aren't
in the kitchen.

[music fades]

chomp chomp chomp

boing boing boing

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