01x10 - Sniffleball/Mung on the Rocks

[bunniefuu]

[theme song]

♪ 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
r-r-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!

[applauding]

[theme music]

[sizzling]

[beeping]

Puff! Puff! Puff!

[Chowder with deep voice]
Well, Chowder, you did it again!

[high-pitched voice]
You are the best chef in the
world.

I couldn't have
done it without you

Mrs. Cookpot and Mr. Spoon

and Mr. Toasty
and lady rolling pin

and dame spatula
and captain fridge

and señor flour sack
and Mr. Lard bag--

Chowder, have you seen my--

[Chowder]
'And egg-timer.'

You guys are the best friends

a kid could ask for.

I love you all!

Chowder, when's
the last time you went outside?

[hisses]

Ahh. Much better.

It's a perfect day
to get out of the kitchen.

Wouldn't you agree, Chowder?

[mockingly]
"It's a perfect
day to get out of the kitchen.

"Wouldn't you agree, Chowder?"

[chuckles nervously]

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

No! No! No!

Chowder, I
understand the allure of pots

and pans, but it's
just not natural.

A kid needs to
interact with other kids.

[straining]
I don't wanna!

Aa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-h!

thud!

[panting]

Get back here!

Darn it, boy!
I'm too old for this.

[Chowder screaming]
N-o-o-o!

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

[grunting]

Alright. Settle down.
We're here.

And look at all the
kids playing sniffle-ball!

Now, doesn't
that look like fun?

No! No! No!

[muffled screaming]

Well, it is.

In fact, this is
the perfect place

for you to make new,
non-utensil friends.

Okay.

I'm putting you down now.

But don't you
even think abou..

Zip!

Thank you, Shnitzel.

I'll take it from here.

Radda, radda.

But, Mung, I don't even know how
to play sniffle-ball.

You don't need
to know how to play.

You just need to look good
playing the field.

Perfect fit. Time to get out
there and shake your stuff.

Oh, look!

And off we go!

Blink, blink, blink.

[soft music]

Hi, Chowder.

- I'm not your--
- Shh.

Don't say another word.

[giggles]

Smack!

I didn't know you
like to play sniffle-ball.

I like to play
sniffle-ball, too.

I guess we have
a lot in common

which is important
if you're gonna spend

the rest of your
life with each other, right?

Boy, you sure look
yummy in that hat.

Look! A monster!

- Aah!
- Hi, Panini.

Oh, hi, Ham Hock.

Blink, blink.

[clattering]

You shouldn't have come here,
Chowder.

Oh, hi, Gorgonzola.

You should have stayed
in the kitchen

where you belong.

That's what I told Mung.

You think you can just walk

in here and show me up?

Well, do you? Huh?

Huh? Do you?

'Do you?'

Huh? Huh?

Well, sniffle-ball is my thing

and I worked very hard
to get where I am.

Hey, bat boy, where's my bat?

Whip!

[whistle blowing]

Sleeeooop!

Huh? Huh?

Normally, I'm not allowed

to blow whistles 'cause of
mother.

But I figure she can't hear me
way out here.

You don't think she can hear
me, do you?

Maybe I better... Keep it down.

Just in case.

[light whistle]

Play ball.

[snorting]

[hacking]

Snap!

Creak!

Boing!

It's so romantic out here.

Just the two of us.

Splat! Splat! Splat!

He's got it.

Get a room.

Um... Better... Spread out.

I'll get this side...

[chuckles nervously]

And I'll get this side.

Sproing! Sproing!

I got it!

Here it comes.

Splat! Splat! Splat!

Oops. We missed again.

Did we?

[smooches]

[screams loudly]
A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-h!

Hey, Chowder.

Are you ready to find out why

they call me... The zinger?!

'Just throw the ball already.'

Splat! Splat!

Zing!

[squishing]

It's the zinger!

[squishing]

Whip!

Stri-i-i-i-i-i-ke one!

Whip!

Hummuna-stri-i-i-i-i-ke two!

[squishing]

[thud]

Hummuna-gadda-stri-i-i-i-i-ke
three!

You're o..

Blink! Blink!

You're out.

Aww.

The umpire is blind!

I'm incredible.

Don't sweat it, Chowder.

Being out isn't so bad.

Mother calls me
out all the time.

[sobbing]
I...

Don't... want...

To play anymore!

'Gorgonzola's mean to me.'

'Panini keeps kissing me.'

There's nothing to eat.

I just want to go home!

Chowder, everyone who steps

up to bat wants
to get to home base.

That's the whole
point of the game.

There's a base at home?

How do I get there?

How do I get to the home base?

Uh, all you got to do is

whack the snot out of the ball

run around all the bases

and get back here without
getting tagged.

Then... ha ha!

You're home.

Home.

Home free.

From next time you're up to bat,
you can give it a go.

I'm going home now.

Or going home
now is also fine.

Hey, it's my turn.

I'm... Going... Home.

You're going down.

[snorts]

Splat! Splat!

It's the zinger!

[squishing]

It's a hit!

Run, boy! Run!

[instrumental music]

Ugh!

[wheezing]

Ugh!

Ugh!

[wheezing]

Ugh!

[wheezing]

[grunts]

[crowd cheering]

Ye-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-s!

Go, num-nums!

Y-y-y-y-y-y-y-ay!

[panting]

I made it.

I made it!

I'm gonna get home.

Don't be excited, big boy.

This is only first base.

You still have 12 more to go.

Then I'm gonna need

a little help from my friends.

Easy out.

[scoffs]

What did you say?

Crack!

Splat!

[crowd cheering]

Mr. Spoon, run
interference for me!

My eye! My eye! My eye!

[grunting]

Creak!

Thwack!

N-n-n-n-e-e-e-that's-a safe!

[instrumental music]

Plunk!

Sa-a-a-fe!

Boing! Boing!

Patter! Patter!

Whoosh!

Hummuna-sa-a-a-fe!

Patter! Patter!

Super safe!

Boing! Boing! Boing!

S-a-f-e, safe!

[both panting]

There it is.

Home!

But I'm all out of kitchen

utensils to help me.

Then I guess
you won't make it.

Yes, I will!

I will become... The utensil!

You're becoming stupider.

[giggling]

Creak!

Whoosh!

Thud!

h*-o-o-o-o-me!

[squishing]

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

Ooh!

He's..

Out.

[snoring]

Ladies, ladies... Ladies.

I did it! I did it!

I win! I win!

I win?

What are you doing?

I'm... Going..

Home.

But you're out.

Stop!

I said game over.

You lose!

Home! Home! Home!

Home!

[grunting]

Tink!

Ugh!

h*-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-me!

That's what I call a home run!

Splat!

[theme music]

Fishing Poles? Check.

- Canoe?
- Radda.

- Check.
- Bait?

[slurping]

[belches]

Check.

Then let nothing stop us.

Uhh, where are you going?

To the great outdoors!

Oh, we got to get
some fish for a recipe.

Uh, aren't you
forgetting something?

[twinkles]

I, uh, don't think so.

[Truffles clears throat]

Are you sure you
didn't forget anything?

Woman, I am a professional.

I have forgot nothing!

- But--
- Nothing!

[upbeat music]

We're home!

So... It went well?

The fishing?!

Well, we've made
it home alive.

And that's the important part.

How's about a smoochie
for your conquering hero?

[smooches]

What's gotten into
you today, woman?

Have you been
eating crazy cakes?

'Cause I'm getting hungry, and

that sounds pretty
good about now.

- Read the sign.
- What sign?

Ohh.

I forgot.

I know you forgot!

All I ask for
is one day a year.

- One!
- I know, but--

But you love this
kitchen more than me!

That's not true.
I love you both.

Oh, really?

Well, if you love this kitchen
so much

why don't you marry it?

Oooooooh!

You can marry a kitchen?

One day..

[smooches]

Chowder, stop
kissing my kitchen!

I hope you and this kitchen
are very happy together!

Honey baby? Truffles?

Man. I wouldn't
want to be that guy.

Slam!

Truffles!

Honey?

[knocks]
It's your huggy bear!

I'll do that little dance that
you like.

[up-tempo music]

[panting]

Born above!

She never could resist the dance

of the crested crane.

Whip! Whip!

Slam!

[Chowder]
'Good night, Kimchi.'

- Goodnight, Mung.
- Goodnight, Chowder.

Pbbbht!

Kimchi sure is noisy tonight.

Um... That's not Kimchi.

Pbbbht!

Ugh.

Why is this pillow so lumpy?

Ham? Chowder, why is there
ham under this pillow?

Because mine already
has cake.

Mung, are you gonna
be living up here now?

'Cause if you are, we need

to talk about bathroom rules.

No, no. Truffles will
calm down by morning.

Why is she so mad at you?

Well, women have
these things in their bodies

called... expectations.

Are expectations bad?

Well, they're bad for us, for
we can never live up to them.

Once she learns
to lower her expectations

everyone will be happy.

You'd think after

would be really low.

I mean really, really, really,
really, really, really--

I get it, Chowder.
Just go to sleep.

I guarantee she'll be
a lot happier tomorrow.

Okay.

[snoring]

[snoring]

c*ck-a-doodl...

Zap!

Ow!

[yawns]

Mmm. Fish sticks.

And fish stone.

[thump]

Careful.
They'll break your bones.

Good morning, Shnitzel.

Radda, radda.

Good morning, Chowder.

Morning, Truffles.

You were right.

She's much happier today.

I guess she ran
out of expectations.

Here's today's order

r-r-r-r-r-right here.

[crickets chirping]

So, uh, I'll be in the kitchen.

I-I-I don't need
to be in the kitchen.

[crickets chirping]

Would you knock it off?

Lighten up, buddy.

I'm here to pick up my order.

Thank you! Come again!

So, I'll just go.

Okay?

O... kay.

[sobbing]

Oh, my little
truffle-wuffle-buffle-guffle...

[muttering indistinctly]

I think something's
wrong with Mung.

Radda radda radda r-radda.

Why would he be
upset about Truffles?

She stopped yelling at us.

And she never
comes in here now.

It's perfect!

Oh, radda, radda.

What do you mean,
I wouldn't understand?

Radda radda ra-radda radda.

What do you mean, stop
repeating everything you say?

[growls]

Yeah, uh, I want
to return this.

I ordered a super-happy cake.

Does this look like a
super-happy cake?

[sobbing]

Wh-y-y-y-y-y-y-y?!

[crying]

It's all going
to be alright again.

We're... we're going
to be happy together.

No one is ever going
to take you away!

[laughing maniacally]

[sobbing]

I may not understand
why Mung needs Truffles

but I know he needs her.

And I may not
know how to fix them

but I know someone who does.

And I may not know what's in

this cookie
'cause I found it on

the floor, but I'm
gonna eat it anyways!

Crunch!

[Gazpacho]
'Hey. What's up, little buddy?'

Hi, Gazpacho.

I need some advice.

Well, lay it on me.

Advice is my specialty.

A certain friend of mine,
a person I look up to

with a certain mean lady who's
making him sad.

[gasps]

Is this mean lady
mad most of the time?

Yeah, she is.

And this friend was just trying

to enjoy a tasty snack

when the mean lady's all

"did you eat the
last pizza pocket?"

And he's all like, "no,
I'm" eating the last

four pizza "pockets."

And the mean lady calls him
a selfish, lazy knucklehead?

Can you believe that?

What are you talking about?

You're not talking about my
mother?

- No.
- Oh.

Well... neither was I.

'I don't know what to do.'

That sounds
like a real pickle.

It is. But what
do I do about Truffles..

I-I mean the really mean lady?

Well, when mother gets upset

she drinks fizzy
river juice fruit.

Lots and lots of fizzy
river juice fruit.

Why?

[belches]

She likes the burping.

That makes her happy?

Oh, yeah.

The joyous sounds of mother

burping lets me
know that all is

right with the world.

I just wish she wouldn't..

[belches]

...blow them at me.

Fizzy river juice fruit?

Thanks, Gazpacho!

Just don't shake it up!

It gets too fizzy!

[slurps]

[belches]

Truffles will be so happy

she'll forget she's
mad at Mung.

Whoa!

[gasps]

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

[rumbles]
Whew. Gotcha.

What did Gazpacho
say about shaking it?

Be sure to shake
it up, Chowder.

Shake it up good!

And when you're done shaking it

shake it some more!

Okay.

[Shnitzel]
Radda?

Radda, radda?

[muttering]

I hope this works.

[rumbling]

Hey, Truffles, I brought you
some juice.

Oh, how thoughtful.

[rumbling]

[click]

Pop!

[screaming]

I wonder if it worked.

[Truffles screaming]
A-a-a-a-a-a-a-h!

Truffles!

Poing!

Help is on the way!

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

[grunts]

[belches]

Excuse me!

That's okay.

[Mung]
'Truffles!'

Hold on!

I'm saving you!

Yow!

This isn't supposed to sink!

It's made out of fish!

Aa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-h!

Aah! Save me!

Somebody save me!

Save me!

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

Aah!

[gasping]

[sighs]

What am I gonna do with you?

Might I...
Suggest...

mouth to mouth?

[belches]


It only feels like 280.

Aww. That's sweet.

Pardon me.

You were always
cooking up trouble.

Well, a great chef
needs inspiration.

Let's see if I remember.

♪ You have me ♪

♪ And I have you ♪

♪ Without you, I wouldn't
know what I'd do ♪

♪ I'd boo-hoo-hoo ♪

♪ The whole day through ♪

♪ I'd be as worthless
as a worn-out shoe ♪

♪ But if that shoe had stepped
in a doggy doo ♪

♪ Then you'd know, too ♪

♪ What I'd be without you ♪♪♪

Oh, yeah.

[smooches]

Ohh.

Shh.

You're ruining the moment.

Sorry.

[smooches]

[both laughing]

Hey. You guys are back.

Back and badder than ever.

I think it's time
to get cooking.

[smooches]

Oh, boy!

Yay! The juice worked!

Hey. Where are you going?

The kitchen's back here.

[funky music]

Whoa!
Whatcha making, Mung?

Just drawing with
a mustard marker.

It's a wamburger.

Chomp!

And it tastes delicious!

I want to try!

Uh, Chowder, what is that?

It's a frapple turnover cake.

Chomp!

That's the worst cake ever.

No, I'm pretty sure it's yummy.

Chowder, when it comes
to art, you've got no taste.

Get it?

[theme music]