01x08 - Gazpacho Stands Up/A Taste of Marzipan

[bunniefuu]

[theme music]

♪ You take the moon
and you take the sun ♪

♪ You take everything
that seems like fun ♪

♪ You stir it all up
and when you're done ♪

♪ Radda radda radda radda
radda radda radda ♪

♪ So, come on in feel free
to do some looking ♪

♪ Stay awhile 'cause
something's always cooking ♪

♪ Come on in feel free
to do some looking ♪

♪ Stay awhile 'cause
something's always cooking ♪

♪ Yeah! ♪♪♪

- 'Oh, yeah.'
- 'Rada.'

[applause]

[upbeat music]

[ruffling]

[Mung]
Okay, Chowder

we'll now decorate
our meanie cream cake.

blink blink blink

[in a Scottish accent]
Great, just great.

I can finally see,
and I get to look

at ugly one and ugly two.

'What is that, a nose
or a parade float?'

I think he's talking about you.

So, are you gonna stand there
all day like lumps on a log

or are you gonna finish me?

Just ignore him, Chowder.

He's only a teeny meanie
cream cake..

[blowing raspberry]

...with a raspberry filling.

Now we have to write
something on top.

Something nice?

Chowder, this
is a meanie cream cake.

Oh, I get it.
Can I write something?

"Dear smelly,
you smell really bad.

"P.S. You're stinky."

- There.
- You call that handwritin'?

My crumbs make
more sense than that.

Why you got to be so mean?

Well, he is a meanie cake.

- True dat.
- But I think he's got a point.

A good chef needs
to have legible handwriting.

Then these hands
shall learn to write clearly.

Clearly!

Yeah, but you'll still be ugly.

[clanking]

[drumming]

[scribbling]

Huh?

Excuse me.

Could you look
at something for me?

[instrumental music]

- Hey! Don't write there.
- Why not?

Oh.

There. Oh, no!

Stop. I can fix it.

[echoing]
'Not from there. Get closer.'

Closer.

Okay.

squirt squirt squirt

[squeaks]

- There.
- What about that one?

Eh, that one
doesn't come off.

I tried.
So, what's up?

Mung told me I have
to practice my penmanship.

Mother says you can tell
a lot about a person

from their handwriting.

That's why she reads my diary.

Hmm.

So, let's see your skills.

Ta-da!

'I think that's more like'

'"handwronging."'

Huh? Huh?

Huh?

Huh-h-h-h?!

So...You don't like
my handwriting?

No, I was making a joke.

A play on words "handwriting,"
"handwronging."

[chuckles]
Pretty funny, huh?

Yeah, I guess it is funny,
now that you explained it.

I never knew you were funny.

I like to keep it on
the down-low.

But tonight, I shall release
the comedy shackles.

It's open-Mike night down
at the chocolate chuckle hut

and yours truly is performing.

[gasps]
Oh, my gosh!
You're gonna be great!

Yeah, I'm sure
I would be, except..

I have no material!

You've got material.
Yards and yards

all over your body.

Aw, great.
The kid's got jokes.

I don't have any.

I just think too fast.

It's like zing!

There goes a joke.

Whoosh!
There goes another one!

I don't have time
to write my genius down.

Hey! I can do it!

I can practice my penmanship
by writing your jokes down.

[Gazpacho]
'Oh-h-h-h...I don't know.'

[inhales sharply]

I got this stand
to look after..

Fruit doesn't sell itself.

[all]
Buy me! Buy me! Buy me!
Buy me! Buy me!

[Gazpacho]
'Except for these
sell-itself berries.'

Okay. You guys are in charge.

[cheering]

[upbeat music]

I'll write down
all your jokes in this..

"Comedy...Gold."

[chiming]

O-Okay!

Let's start with a little
observation comedy.

- What's that?
- It's where you look around..

...and comment on all
the funny things you see.

Like your fly being down?

Uh..
No.

[zipper screeching]

That's what we call
a sight gag.

"Comedy Gold!"

"Observation Comedy."

What's the deal with walking?

It's like people
have somewhere to be.

[laughs]
Right, right.

And what's the deal
with hats?

Why do people always
wear them on their heads?

Why not on their butts?

Then they'd be called
"butt-hats."

Chowder, don't interrupt
the creative flow.

Sorry.

Actually...

Uh.. Write that butt-hat
thing down. It's good.

"Comedy Gold!"

"Topical Comedy."

What's topical comedy?

It's jokes about rashes
and boils..

You know, stuff that you put
topical ointment on.

Oh, okay. Here's one..

My mom said, "You should stop
scratching your butt so much."

And I said, "Hey, my butt

"is the one that should
stop itching."

Maybe you should wear
a butt-hat!

"Comedy Gold!"

"Relationship Comedy!"

"Comedy Gold!"

Okay. I think
we got enough jokes.

That book represents all
my hopes and dreams.

- Here you go.
- No!

Mother crushes
hopes and dreams.

It'd be a lot safer
if you hung on to it.

Just bring it to the show
tonight, okay?

I'll be there!

[cacophony]

Hey, Mung, I've been practicing
my writing all day.

- See?
- "Comedy Gold"?

Back off, ugly!

You've already defaced
me once today.

Gazpacho's doing
a comedy show tonight

and he let me write down
all of his jokes.

I didn't know
Gazpacho was funny.

- I didn't, either.
- Can I peek?

I don't know.

Comedy this powerful
should only be let loose

in the proper place.

Just let me see it.

Okay, but I warned you.

- Well? What?!
- Can't read a word of it.

Chowder, half
of this isn't even language.

And the other half is..

[suckling fingers]

...strawberry jelly.

I ran out of ink!

You can't even read
the butt-hat part?

The butt-what what?

- This is terrible!
- Are you gonna cry?

Waaaah!
Are you gonna cry like a baby?

You know, you really are mean.

Okay, okay,
I'll rewrite it slowly

and carefully.

Do you hear me, letters?!

I will tame your wild spirit!

[scribbling]

[upbeat cheerful music]

boing boing

[snarls]

[whinnies]

[cheers and applause]

[roars]

[slurping]

[belches]

I did it!

[chiming]

[laughing]

Well, I'm impressed, Chowder

because it's worse
than the last one.

[smacks fingers]

And this time,
you used grape jelly.

We were out of strawberry!

I got to get something
Gazpacho can read!

Cookbook, cookbook, cookbook.

'Where are the joke books?!'

[panting]

splat

[grunts]

[cacophony]

[Gazpacho]
'Chowder?! Chowder! Over here!'

[panting]
I am so nervous about tonight!

Check this out.

sprinkle sprinkle sprinkle

[chattering]
I'm so stressed

I've forgotten all those k*ller
jokes we wrote today.

You brought the book, right?

"Comedy Gold"?

Oh, thank you. Thank you!

I knew I could count on you!

Um.. Y-Yeah.

[smooches]

Grape.

Thank you, Chowder,
for helping me realize

'my dream.'

Here. I want you to have this.

[Chowder]
Your "Who farted?" Pin?

Now if you'll excuse me

I got to get ready
for my shining moment.

[Toilet flushes]

I wouldn't go in there
if I were you.

Good evening,
ladies and germs.

Welcome
to the open-mic night here.

I'd like to remind you

of our seven-hot-chocolate
minimum.

- Ohh, powdered!
- Bring on the funny!

First up tonight is
a Chocolate Chuckle Hut

regular.

You know him.
You love him.

Put your hands together
for Schnitzie!

Radda. Radda.
Ra-radda radda radda.

[rim shot]

Okay. Radda radda r..

[feedback]

thud

crash!

[horns blare]

[tires screech]

Oh-oh-oh-oh, that Schnitzie,
you never know

what he's gonna do next.

[chuckles]

Okay, our next comic has some

mighty big shoes to fill..

but an even bigger
pair of pants!

If his mom calls, he's not here.

Give it up for..

[muttering]
...Gazpacho!

[snare-drum riff]

[audience member
coughing]

[teeth chattering]

Eh.. Eh-h-h-h..

Anyone here
from M-Marzipan city?

Any-one?

[Truffles]
'You! Be funny!'

swoop

trickle trickle

warble warble

[ruffling]

Ahh... Ah!

So what's the deal
with making

a bumbleberry soufflé?

Oh!

I mean, first
you got to melt

your butter in an oven
heated to 325 degrees.

Then you mix your eggs,
cream, vanilla

and sugar and pour 'em over
the bumbleberries

in a large, shallow
baking dish

bake 45 minutes
to an hour, and zing!

You got a hot and bubbly
bumbleberry soufflé!

Oh-h*-h*-h*!
It's true. It's true.

So, two pounds of snarbacoa
meat walk into a heavy pot.

They brown up
with one cup of diced onions

and flushrooms,
and the flushroom

chases the cup
of snarbacoa meat!

And so the fleet loaf says,
"take my pan drippings

"and reduce them to thicken..

"Please!"

Thank you!
You're a wonderful audience!

[both cheer]

Bravo! Bravo!

I don't get it.

- That was fantastic, Gazpacho.
- Thank you, Mung.

You know what
I like best about your act?

It was in good taste.

[laughs]

Ugh. I've had enough.

They totally
loved me tonight.

You were great!

Here, now that
I've mastered comedy

I don't really need it anymore.

Besides, I feel
my true calling is ice-dancing.

Well, I got to go.
Mother's waiting.

I hope she's not mad
at you.

She usually is,
but not tonight.

She even ordered me a cake!

[blows raspberries]

[upbeat music]

[ruffling]

[sizzling]

[slurps, smacks lips]

Bleaaaagh!

splat

[slurps]

Mmm.

[clanking]

[cheerful music]

[clattering]

Ahhhh!

[croaks]

My baby!

The taste of marzipan
festival is so exciting!

Yep, this'll be my 311th time

re-pres-en-ting!

[Kapusta]
'Mung Daal!'

Kapusta!

It's good to see you again.

Oh, Mung.

I've missed you so, so,
so, so, so, so much.

Okay, okay.
That's enough hugging.

So, what amazing dish
have you got planned

for this year's festival?

Oh! It's a surprise.

But I can tell you this..

It's gonna knock
your pants off!

I had to sell my pants
to afford this nice h-hat.

Uh.. Y-Yeah.

It's a nice hat.
Well, be seeing ya.

Why didn't you tell me
he wasn't wearing any pants?

'Our spot should be around
here somewhere.'

'Oh, here it is.'

Chowder?

[burps, retches]

[Crash!]

Okay, g*ng.

Time to unveil
the hit of the festival.

I've poured my blood,
sweat and tears

into every morsel
of this dish.

It's the blood
that makes it good.

I give you

grazzberry chocolate
strudel-doodles!

[applauding]

[Mung contemptuously]
'Endive!'

Isn't that nice, Panini?

Even the lowliest of peasants
are allowed

to attend the festival.

- Hi, Chowder!
- I'm not your boyfriend!

Wait a second!

'You made grazzberry chocolate
strudel-doodles, too?!'

My dear Mung Daal,
I do not make

grazzberry chocolate
strudel-doodles.

I craft them from only
the finest of ingredients.

Woman, you're out
of your mind

if you think your
dish is better than mine!

Out of your mind!

[Truffles]
Ah! There is only
one way to decide.

You!
You will taste both dishes

and say that ours is better.

But, but I-I don't like
chocolate.

Taste it!!

[wailing]

Okay. You!

You shall taste the two dishes.

swish

Mmm. Good.

Mmm. Good.

Good.
Good.

Good. Mmm. Good.

Good. Mmm. Good.

'Good. Good.'

Mmmmmm.

- Good.
- Get out of here!

Do you maybe have a drink
I could taste-test?

- Shnitzel!
- Aaaah!

[Schnitzel]
Radda!

Well, that didn't accomplish
anything.

My dish has got
to be better than Endive's.

It's got to be!

I need you to sneak over!

Taste her dish!

And tell me mine's better!

[Both]
Yes!

[indistinct chatter]

[instrumental music]

[creak!]

Aah!

rattle rattle rattle

Pop!

boing

chomp

[slurps]

[Belches]

[Pop! Pop!]

[both scream]

Hi, Chowder.
Whatcha doin'?

Um, um..
Not sneaking around.

You know, it's kind
of romantic.

Me and you being here
behind the dumpster..

- Together.
- Uh, um, got to go.

Got a secret mission to do.

Uh, alright.
Uh, uh, sorry.

[playful music]

You're in my-personal-space.

[rapid rattling]

Aaah! Help!

Somebody!
H-H-Help!

[all]
Aww..

- It's so cute.
- Dance of young love.

smack

Aw..

That reminds me
of when we used to dance

behind the dumpster.

Oh, look at her,
so smug over there.

'One great, big tub o' smug.'

Radda radda radda radda.

Ooh! Good idea.

This will teach her to act like
she's better than me!

Hey, Endive!

'The hair company called!'

'They want their hair back!'

[Schnitzel]
'Radda radda radda
radda radda radda radda.'

[Mung]
What do you mean I messed up?

- 'I didn't mess up!'
- 'Radda.'

[Schnitzel]
'Radda radda radda.'

[Mung]
'Oh, oh. O-Okay.'

'L-L-L-Let me try again.'

[Mung laughing]
'H-hey, Endive!'

'The wig company called.'

T-They want their wig back!

[Schnitzel laughs]
'Ooh, ra-dda.'

Chatter away all you want,
Mr. Daal.

'You only prove my point that
you're a low-class barbarian.'

Well, you've proven my point
that you're a..

'Oh! Ohhhhhh!'

'You did not just
give me the hand!'

Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!

It's on now, girlfriend!

squish

[grunts]

Ha! You throw
like an old woman.

That is not true!

I throw much better
than he does.

squish

[grunts]

Oh! So it's a food fight
you want.

Then it's a food fight you get!

swoop

Aaaaah!

[loud clanking]

This aggression
shall not stand!

[w*r horn bellows]

[weapon c*ck]

[intense music]

[growls]
Aah!

splat splat splat

That woman's got
us pinned down!

Mung, why do you have to fight
over whose dish is better?

Chowder, this isn't about
whose dish

is better than whose.

It's about my dish
being better than hers.

[clinking]

Panini, arm the grenapes.

boing

chomp

[grunts]

Ha!
Is that all you got, woman?!

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

kaboom

Help me! Help me! Help me!

Help! Help!

[blubbering]

Stop it.
Stop, Chowder!

Oh.

[blubbering]

Knock it off!

Schnitzel, fire when ready!

boing

Your puny shmelon ba*ls
are no match for mine!

kaboom

gulp

thunk

[belches]
Excuse me.

Our battleships will dock
at the north bay

as our infantry gains ground
on foot

making way as our tanks
to plow through

the enemy lines,
thus crushing Mung's forces

for a glorious victory!

But we don't have any
battleships or infantry or--

Just throw more food.

[loud explosions]

[Mung thinking]
Day 43

I'm not sure how much more

of this w*r we can take.

The will of my men
is slowly being broken.

Mung, can we go home?
I'm getting tired.

Less talk, more bang-bang.

Okay.

[loud gobbling]

[rapid sh**ting]

[Mung]
We have sustained
many casualties on our side.

[muffled]
Radda radda radda radda.

[Mung]
Innocent lives
have also been taken.

plop

Ouch!

[crying]
I'm dying!

I'm too young
and beautiful to die.

[cries]

I'm dying. Dying..

It's been months..

[Gazpacho]
'Did I mention I'm dying?!'

- It's been months..
- 'Oh, the pain!'

- It's--
- 'Oh, the pain! Oh!'

[Gazpacho]
'Dying!'

'Dying!'

[gasping]
'Why now?!'

'I had so much
to almost live for!'

[sobbing]

[Mung thinking]
It's been months
since I've seen

my loving wife and kids.

What're you talking about?

We don't have any kids.

[Mung thinking]
I hate it when that woman

reads my thoughts.

Then stop thinking out loud!

swish

Why couldn't she
have gotten hit with a shmelon?

Excellent form, Panini!

Continue the onslaught.

That's it.
Time to call in the air raid.

R-a-a-a-a-d-a-a-a-a-!

kaboom!

[dramatic music]

Look at what you've done!

All this wonderful food
gone to waste!

[wailing]

Chowder's right.

This place is big enough
for two great chefs.

And Endive..

Today is about us representing

the best that Marzipan City
has to offer.

So, what do you say, Endive?

Perhaps I misjudged you
all these years.

creak

[patriotic music]

Run, everyone!
Let's get out of here!

Mung Daal! You're a horrible,
horrible chef!

- Bye, Chowder!
- I'm not your boyfriend!

Still dying! Yeow!

[moaning]
Mother's gonna k*ll me for this.

My mother's gonna k*ll me.

[teeth chattering]

Today we're making
a timeless dish.

First, we put in the motatoes,
then a splash of moo juice

a pat of blutter and, finally..

the timeless touch..
A broken clock.

When do I get to do something?

You, my boy, will be stirring.

It's very important
that you stir

in a clockwise direction.

Right.

[sloshing]

No, the other way!

'The other way, Chowder!'

[both screaming]

[growling]

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

If you aren't in the kitchen.

chomp chomp chomp

boing boing boing

[theme music]