02x16 - The Dice Cycle/The Chain Recipe

[bunniefuu]

Mung daal: ♪ you take the

Moon, and you take the sun ♪

Chowder: ♪ you take

Everything that seems like fun ♪

Truffles: ♪ you stir it all

Up, and when you're done ♪

Shnitzel: ♪ radda radda radda

R-r-radda radda ♪

All: ♪ 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!

[ Applause ]

Chowder: [ breathing

Heavily ]

Got to...

Make...

The delivery.

Can't...

Walk...

Another step.

[ Inhales sharply ]

Ugh!

[ Panting ]

[ Tires screech ]

Mung daal: chowder, you

Realize you only walked 5 feet

From the door.

Chowder: why am I cursed like

This, mung -- cursed with such

Short, little legs?

Oh, if there was only some

Easier way to get around --

Something I could ride on,

Something with two wheels and

Handlebars and is red and is

In the garage.

Your dicycle -- I want to ride

Your dicycle.

Mung daal: yes, I know what

You're referring to, and the

Answer is "no."

You'll wreck it.

Chowder: no, I won't!

I swear on the soul of my poor,

Dead cooking master!

Mung daal: I'm not dead.

Chowder: you could be, if you

Tried.

Can't I just sit on it?!

Just sit -- that's all, please!

I'll only use one cheek!

If you love me, you'll let me

Ride it!

[ Crying loudly ]

Mung daal: oh, fine -- a

Quick set.

Chowder: ahhh!

[ Whoosh! ]

[ Sloop! ]

[ Sloop! ]

Mung daal: make sure nothing

Happens to it.

Chowder: [ slowly ] I

Understand.

Mung daal: I don't think you

Do.

Old dicey is the very same

Dicycle that I owned when I was

Your age.

It's not just a bike.

It's memories -- sweet, sweet

Memories.

Ladies!

[ Bell rings ]

Truffles: I'm gonna marry

That guy.

Why?

Mung daal: ah, good times.

Well, I guess it's time for new

Memories to be made.

Why don't you take her out for a

Spin?

Chowder: [ gasps loudly ]

Mung daal: you're gonna show

Those dice who's boss?

Chowder: I'm gonna show 'em!

Mung daal: who's the boss of

The dice?

Chowder: I am!

Mung daal: I can't hear ya!

Chowder: I am!

I'm the boss of the dice!

No damage, no damage.

I-i-i'm...

I'm doing it!

I'm doing it!

Hey, mung, look at me!

I'm doing it!

I'm doing it!

Mung daal: thataboy, chowder!

Just remember what I said!

Don't let anything...

[ Bell rings ]

Chowder: I'm the boss of the

Dice!

I'm the boss of the dice!

[ Creaking ]

Whoa!

Oh!

[ Sloop! ]

[ Sloop! ]

Who needs pillows?

Not the dice boss!

Dice boss coming through!

[ Sloop! Sloop! Sloop! ]

[ Bell ringing ]

Thrice cream!

I shouldn't have had that

Chili this morning.

Huh?!

Chowder: [ growls ]

Thrice cream!

[ Growling hungrily ]

Aah!

[ Tires squeal ]

Chowder: thrice cream!

[ Grunts ]

Thrice cream!

[ Grunts ]

Thrice cream!

[ Gasps ]

[ Beep ]

[ Ding! ]

[ Tires squeal ]

Chowder: ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,

Ooh, ooh!

[ Slurping loudly ]

Eeeeeeee!

[ Slurping continues ]

[ Crash! ]

[ Gasps loudly ]

Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!

[ Stammering ]

M-m-m-mung's d-d-d-d-dicycle!

Eh, it could probably be fixed.

[ Bell rings ]

[ Bell rings ]

[ Bell rings ]

[ Sloop! ]

[ Bell rings ]

Chowder: gazpacho!

Aah!

Chowder: you got to help me!

Do not scare me like that!

Mother says I'm only allowed one

Surprise per day.

And she already jumped out of

The fruit this morning.

Now, what's the problem?

[ Sloop! ]

[ Bell rings ]

You destroyed what I'm

Assuming to be mung's dicycle!

I -- um, I mean, everything will

Be just...

Fine.

Chowder: [ sobbing ] what am

I gonna do?!

Well, uh...

Just say that guy did it.

Chowder: ceviche?

Look at him!

He's exactly the type of guy

That would wreck mung's dicycle!

After I escort you home, can

I weed your garden and hang some

Drywall?

Oh, aren't you sweet.

Chowder: I don't understand.

Chowder, blame is like a

Horrible skin rash.

It's better when somebody else

Has it.

Chowder: makes sense.

Well, then, there you go.

Chowder: there I go.

You just tell mung that

Ceviche wrecked the dicycle.

Chowder: but won't he get in

Trouble?

No way.

Nope. Never.

It'll all blow over.

Everyone wins.

Mung daal: [ growling ]

Ceviche!

Chowder: you're not mad, are

You?

Mung daal: ceviche will pay!

I'm calling pã¢tã© right now.

Chowder: oh, no.

[ Dialing ]

[ Telephone rings ]

Hello-o-o-o.

Mung daal: pã¢tã©, this is

Mung d--

[ Click ]

[ Dialing ]

[ Telephone rings ]

Mung daal: hello, pã¢tã©.

This is mung daal down at --

[ Click ]

Mung daal: chowder, will you

Cut that out?

Pã¢tã©.

Mung, how are you and that

Charming little sprite of

Yours -- chowder?

Mung daal: I think you know

Very well how we're doing,

Pã¢tã©, but enough about us.

Why don't you tell me about

c-c-c-c-c-ceviche?

Chowder: mung, no, no, no,

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Mung daal: chowder, enough

Already.

Uh, what about ceviche?

Mung daal: I think you know

What he's been up to.

When are we gonna deliver my

Canned goods to the mission?

Chowder: mung, no, no!

Mung daal: oh, so you're

Gonna make me say it?

Fine!

Ceviche wrecked chowder's

Dicycle!

Chowder: ohhh!

Mung daal: we want

Compensation for damages taken

On the dice -- all 16 sides of

Them.

Meet us at the farmers-market

Fountain at 3:00.

Well, i...

[ Click ]

Mung daal: hurry up, chowder!

We have a very important

Appointment to make!

Chowder: but, mung, I really

Think you should --

Psst, hey, chowder, nobody

Gets in trouble, right?

Wink, wink, wink!

Mung daal: oh, someone's in

Big trouble, all right.

Uh, they are?

Mung daal: yes, they are.

And we're going to teach them

About justice.

Justice?

Uh, yeah, yeah, justice.

Yeah.

Mung daal: we need to set an

Example for the little ones.

The little ones, yes!

That we do!

[ Clears throat loudly ]

Chowder: mung, I --

Mung daal: without justice,

We become mute from anger,

Unable to hear the truth about

What happened to the dicycle.

Time to settle this thing like

Civilized adults.

What the heck is justice?

Mung, I don't understand this

Accusation.

I wanted to continue our chat,

But you just hung up.

I didn't do anything.

Chowder: mung, I --

Mung daal: pã¢tã©, ceviche owes

Chowder damages for wrecking his

Dicycle.

[ Smack! ]

No, he does not!

Mung daal: well, so much for

civilized.

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Show him what's cooking,

Chowder!

Chowder: I want to go home!

Mung daal: you have to do

This, chowder!

[ Sloop! ]

Defend your honor, ceviche!

Chowder: w-w-where's your

Weapon?

I choose the weapon of dance.

It has the power to make your

Heart move.

[ Whistle blows ]

Chowder: [ grunts ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Yeah! Yahoo! Whoo!

[ Sloop! Sloop! ]

Blood!

[ Whirls ]

Chowder: [ crying ]

[ Whirls ]

Chowder: [ breathing

Heavily ]

[ Bonk! ]

[ Clang! ]

Mung daal: that's it,

Chowder!

Give him a lovin' spoonful!

Chowder: [ breathing

Heavily ]

Whoo-whee!

[ Gasps ]

Be with you...

In...

[ Gasps ]

...a minute.

Chowder, I'm innocent.

But if you don't believe me,

Well, then, finish it.

Spoon me.

Make it fast.

[ Audience roars loudly ]

Chowder: no!

I cannot do this!

He -- he's merciful!

Chowder: no, I'm a liar!

[ Audience gasps ]

Oh, well, that's different.

Chowder: I said ceviche

Wrecked my bike, but he didn't!

i was the one who wrecked it.

I panicked and blamed it on

Ceviche.

I don't know what made me think

That was a good idea.

[ Tink! ]

Chowder: I've lied to you

All, but worse of all, I've lied

To you, mung!

I'm a liar to mung -- a mung

Liar!

Mung daal: I'm a good role

Model, really.

[ Chuckles nervously ]

Chowder: my dear, dear, dear

Friend ceviche, I owe you so,

So, so very much.

Therefore, I humbly permit you

To exit the arena unscathed.

I, chowder the humble,

Heroically grant this honorable

Lad mercy!

[ Audience boos ]

Ooh, I won!

Chowder: I'm sorry, mung.

Mung daal: what?

Oh, that.

No worries -- I knew you wrecked

The dicycle the whole time.

The second you mentioned you

Were talking to gazpacho, I knew

You had it coming.

I just wanted to get that

Dicycle back.

[ Munching loudly ]

Chowder: but i-it's wrecked.

Mung daal: I know, which is

Why I bet a bundle on ceviche,

And I made a k*lling and bought

Us a new one.

Chowder: wow, a two-seater --


Mung daal: I thought we could

Enjoy riding together.

Come on, kid, hop on!

Ready to roll?

Chowder: ready to roll!

Mung daal: who's the dice

Boss?

Chowder: I am!

Chowder: ♪ walking in the

Kitchen ♪

♪ Yes, the kitchen

♪ I said the kitchen

♪ I love the kitchen

[ Sloop! ]

Hey, a shmenny!

Must be my lucky day!

[ Ding! ]

Mung daal: [ whistling ]

Chowder: look, mung!

I found a shmenny!

Mung daal: well, that makes

Shmense.

[ Laughs ]

Chowder: find a shmenny, pick

It up, all daylong you'll have

Good luck.

Mung daal: oh, chowder,

Chowder, chowder, chowder,

Chowder...

Chowder.

Chowder: mung, mung, mung,

Mung, mung, mung...

Mung.

Mung daal: believing in

Luck -- that's just an old

Superstition.

Chowder: an old, stupid what?

Mung daal: an old wives'

Tale.

Chowder: wives' tail?

[ Door opens ]

Truffles: la-de-da-de-da.

Ah, chicken leg!

Mung daal: so, you see, only

Fools believe in luck.

Agh!

[ Chain rattles ]

Special delivery for

Mung daal!

[ Crank ]

[ Footsteps pounding ]

Mung daal: let's have a look,

Shall we?

"Dear chef, you have been

Randomly chosen to cook the

Enclosed recipe -- smeanut

Blutter flookies...

Or else suffer 100 years of bad

Luck -- signed, the fates."

Chowder, I'm not gonna cook this

Ridiculous chain recipe.

Chowder: [ gasps loudly ]

But -- but -- but -- but --

But -- but what about the bad

Luck?!

Mung daal: there is no such

Thing as luck, good or bad.

There, you see?

Oh, frapplesauce!

I got a paper cut.

[ Slunk! ]

Chowder: [ gasps ]

It's begun!

[ Sputtering ]

Truffles: huh?

What's begun?

Chowder: the bad luck, since

Mung won't make a chain recipe.

Truffles: ohhh!

Yeah, he's cursed.

Mung daal: cursed?

Come on.

Truffles: cursed!

Mung daal: it's just a paper

Cut.

Shnitzel: radda radda.

Mung daal: oh, shnitzel, you

Got that lemonyade ready?

Shnitzel: radda radda radda

Radda.

[ Squish! ]

Mung daal: aaaaaah!

Truffles: how many years he

Get?

Chowder: 100.

Truffles: oh!

I remember when it was only 75.

Chowder: I blame the economy.

Truffles: you better make

That recipe if you know what's

Good for you, mung.

Mung daal: I know what's good

For me, woman, and it's

Definitely not making a silly

Chain recipe.

[ Smack! ]

How dare you, you fresh, old

Man!

[ Smack! ]

Chowder: oh, poor mung!

I can't watch!

Ah, much better.

Mung daal: shnitzel, you are

A rational rock monster.

Tell these mumble-crusted

Flooty-whos that there's no such

Thing as bad luck.

[ Gurgles ]

[ Shouting indistinctly ]

[ Grunting ]

Shnitzel: aah!

Mung daal: no, no, no, no,

Shnitzel!

That's just the suacamole I had

For dinner last night.

You're overreacting.

It's just a small case of

Indigestion.

I'm fine!

Truffles: oh, yeah?

Well, what do you call that

Hideous skin rash?

Mung daal: I don't have a

Skin rash!

[ Flies buzzing ]

Chowder: and your nose fell

Off.

That's pretty bad luck.

Mung daal: happens every

Episode!

Aah!

[ Crack ]

Ow!

Truffles: now you got to go

To the chiroscmactor.

Chowder: that's more bad

Luck.

Mung daal: I don't need to

Listen to this nonsense, this

Bad luck, this witchcraft.

I don't need to listen to it.

It's a lot of bunk.

[ Doorbell rings ]

You called for a

Chiroscmactor?!

What you need is some of that!

Mung daal: ow!

And that!

Tell me I'm pretty!

That'll cost you double, sucker!

Chowder: poor, poor mung.

Maybe I should give him my lucky

Shmenny.

Truffles: it's gonna take a

Lot more than that to protect

His sorry tokus.

Chowder: oh, I'll protect his

Tokus.

I'll protect it real good.

Mung daal: chowder, I told

You -- I don't need your lucky

Charms.

Chowder: shush, shush, shush,

Shush, shush, shush!

He's quick to anger.

[ Sloop! ]

Hey, gazpacho.

Hey, chowder.

Hey, mung.

[ Quivers ]

You don't look so good, buddy.

What you need is some flesh

Fruit, flesh off the vine.

Mother says they help you grow

Big and strong.

But in my case, mostly big.

Mung daal: oh, they are

Adorable!

[ Makes cooing noises ]

Aah!

Oh, sweet blueberries!

The flesh fruits have gone sour!

Chowder: it's the bad luck!

Mung daal: aah!

Aah!

Chowder: I'll save you, mung,

With my lucky horseshoes!

[ Pinging ]

Oh, hold on!

We do not throw things here.

Chowder: but mung won't make

The chain recipe, and now he's

Got 100 years' bad luck!

Bad luck!

Gasp!

Why didn't you say so?

Forget the horseshoes!

We need the tough stuff -- lucky

Flarshmallows.

You got your rainbows, clovers,

Moon, hearts, and mother's

Personal favorite -- mmm, the

Lucky boll weevil.

Chowder: flarshmallows!

[ Inhales deeply ]

[ Munching loudly ]

[ Gulps ]

[ Burps loudly ]

Oh, no!

Mung's luck is getting worse!

Look!

Chowder: what?

Mung daal: ow!

Chowder: just make the

Recipe, mung!

Mung daal: over my dead body!

Chowder: hasn't there already

Been enough death?!

Hasn't there?!

Mung daal: [ humming ]

Stirring, stirring.

Ow!

Oh, got a splinter.

Aah!

[ Moans loudly ]

Chowder: [ southern accent ]

I declare that some bad luck, I

Declare.

But today's your lucky day,

Friend.

I'm colonel chicken.

I've chosen you to cook my

Secret family recipe of smeanut

Blutter flookies.

Mung daal: nice try, chowder.

The answer is still "no"!

Chowder: but you're still in

Danger!

Who are you?

Mung daal: I'm taking a break

From you superstitious loo-loos.

All this bad-luck nonsense left

A bad taste in my mouth.

Ohh!

Chowder: don't leave!

[ Elephant trumpets ]

Mung daal: aah!

[ Crack ]

Oh, you're all out of whack

Again.

You need a little hand?

Give me that!

Mung daal: [ moans ]

Oh, no!

Chowder: if mung won't make

The chain recipe, then mung will

Make the chain recipe.

I declare I do not

Understand, I declare.

Chowder: that's because

You're not supposed to

Understand till after the wipe.

Oh.

[ Cicadas chirping ]

Chowder: is he asleep?

Truffles: better -- he went

Into the bathroom.

Chowder: that means we have a

Good three hours to pull this

Off.

Ready?

Both: break!

Chowder: oh, look at me.

I'm chef mung daal.

Notice my fancy mustache, pointy

Ears, and girlish legs.

Truffles: and the liver

Spots!

Don't forget the liver spots!

Chowder: tonight, I am going

To cook this chain recipe of

Smeanut blutter flookies with

My young apprentice, chowder.

[ Applause ]

Shnitzel: radda.

Chowder: no, shnitzel.

I say things like, "awesome!"

And "please!" "Talk to the hand,

Girlfriend," and [spits] and

"Well, sh**t."

Now you try.

Shnitzel: radda.

Chowder: wow, you're good!

Truffles: [ breathing

Heavily ]

Why do I got to be shnitzel?

All I say is, "radda radda this"

And "radda radda that."

Shnitzel: "'radda radda this'

And 'radda radda that'."

Radda radda radda!

Radda radda radda radda!

Truffles: oh, yes, trust me,

You do!

Shnitzel: [ sniffles ]

Ra.

Chowder: now, let's make that

Chain recipe once and for all!

[ Swish! ]

[ Dripping ]

[ Rumbling ]

Aaah!

Sheesh, first a giant beanstalk

Grows out of my toilet, and now

The faucet won't let me sleep!

Maybe I am cursed.

[ Gasps ]

What's this?

[ Laughs ]

I knew this wasn't bad luck.

In your face, chowder!

Bad things have stopped

Happening to me, which proves

Once and for all that bad

Luck...

[ Gasps ]

...is totally real.

Chowder: help!

We tried to finish the recipe,

But the bad luck's gone wild!

Wild!

Shnitzel: [ shouting ]

Truffles: don't you look at

Me!

Mung daal: chowder was right!

This is all my fault!

Oh!

Smeanut blutter flookies.

Hmm.

Looks like it's up to me to stop

This madness.

One order of smeanut blutter

Flookies...

Coming up.

Chowder: you did it, mung!

Thank the gourd!

Hey, I didn't do anything.

I hereby pronounce this chain

Recipe completed.

You may eat the flookies.

Chowder: [ laughing wildly ]

Flookies!

[ Glass crackles ]

[ Moans hungrily ]

Truffles: not so fast!

It's not over yet.

Mung daal: not over?

But I cooked the recipe.

Truffles: look -- the tiny

Print.

Chowder: [ girly ] what's the

Tiny print say?

Mung daal: "upon completion

Of the recipe, you must pass it

On to someone else."

Oh, what's this?

A chain recipe.

[ Laughs ]

"Dear chef..."

[ Mumbles indistinctly ]

Smeanut blutter flookies --


Bad luck?!

[ Laughing ] what a crock!

Mung daal: better hustle,

Chowder!

Oh!

What the...

[ Shouting indistinctly ]

Mung daal: sweet.

Chowder: hey, mung.

We got any more of this hot

Sauce?

Mung daal: huh?

How much of this did you eat?

Chowder: the whole thing.

Uh, my head feels all funny.

Mung daal: hit it, shnitzel!

Chowder: [ spluttering ]

Mung daal: feel better?

Chowder: uh, yeah.

Now I have to pee!

Mung daal: run for it,

Shnitzel!

Shnitzel: radda!