03x20 - A Dingo Ate My Duncan
Posted: 02/29/24 15:25
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Chef: Gather round kids,
I've got something you'll hate.
It's a slide show of my weekend trip to Australia!
(All groan and grumble)
- Oh yeaaah, there's the hate.
- Wait, weekend trip?
It takes a whole day just to get there.
You'd have to fly back the second you landed.
- And that's exactly what I did.
Now here's slideshow is of my trip to Australiaaa's...
(clicks) airport!
Here's me posing with some wildlife... posters.
Here's me trying a grub sandwich,
me throwing up into the pouch of a stuffed kangaroo,
me finding out it's a real kangaroo,
me getting kicked through a gen-u-ine Australian wall.
And there I am back on the plane.
- That's it? Y'all didn't even leave the plane barn?
- Nope. Never left the airport.
But I bought one of these.
They call it a boom-o-rang.
(Muttering daze) - Bu-bu-boo-mer...ang?
(Wild laughter) Woo! Weee! Woo-hoo!
- Duncan, no! Bad Duncan!
(Whooshes through air)
- (Groans) Now you've done it.
(Whooshes through air)
- Look, it's coming back this way!
OOF! (Groans)
- It's like it read my mind.
- See, Duncan?! Boomerangs are VERY dangerous!
Just a few more throws and we're taking it back inside.
- I can't remember anything.
- It's fine. You didn't know anything.
- (Throwing grunt) Ah!
- I should be angry right now,
but I've taken on the Australian mantra:
No worries, mate.
(Whooshes through air)
(Hard thud) MY CAR!
Ohhh now I got worries!
(Whooshes through air) Cody: OOF! (Groans)
- Duncan, my office! Now! - Hm.
(Whooshes through air)
OOF! Ow. (Groans)
- Ou, now we can try! Heh.
(Whooshes through air)
- OW! OOF! (Groans)
- I wonder why it always hits Cody.
- Quit hoggin' it. We all wanna hurt Cody.
(Whooshes through air)
- Enough!
Lightning won't let you hurt this poor little boy.
Boomerang, you just got yourself a time out!
(Whooshes through air)
Cody: OOF! (Groans)
- Oooo sorry, Cody. Here, I got this.
(Metal clangs)
- AHHHH!
- There y'go, Cody. Just hold that ice pack
and you'll be okay. - Thank you, Lightning!
- This is all Duncan's fault.
I hope Chef punishes him good.
- Class, I have an announcement.
Duncan liked my slide show so much
he decided to move to Australia
as part of a student exchange program.
- He just up and went to Australia?
- Allegedly, yes.
And in his place we will be hosting... um,
Dincin.
- G'day, everyone. I'm Dincin, I am.
How ya going?
(Eerie music)
- I know what you're thinking.
How could Dincin already be here
if it's a hours flight? Well, he left yesterday.
So if you were thinking about it, stop. Right now.
- Thinking about what? - Good job, Cody.
And ignore that Dincin looks exactly like Duncan too,
because he isn't Duncan.
- Well of course Dincin ain't Duncan.
- Yeah, their names are different.
- And Dincin talks WA-Hayyy too weird to be Duncan.
- Mmm. Lightning's not so sure.
- Yes you are. Play nice!
- Cody, let's run a little Duncan test on this guy.
- Okee-dokee.
- Hello... DUNCAN!
- That's a wee blunder there, mate,
I'm "Dincin". - Right.
So anyway, wouldn't you rather dig an escape tunnel?
- Or hook me on the ceiling fan by my underwear?
(Underwear snaps)
- Oooo. That sounds like fun. Huh?
- No it does not.
Making teachers happy is how Australian kids have fun.
- Okaaaaay...
What part of Australia are you from?
- North... Kangaroo... Town.
- That sounds real.
- Yeah. Maybe he is legit.
- Hey, I have a cousin I hate in Australia.
Where exactly is North Kangaroo Town?
- I'd be happy to show you on a map.
Follow me please.
- (Playful laughter, light thud)
- Okay children! Allow me to introduce
another Aussie exchange student. Gwin!
- Hillo. I'm Gwiiin.
My hobbies include being obedient.
And that's all.
- Uh...
- And before you all start saying she looks like Gwen...
she doesn't!
Alright. I'll tell you the truth,
but you can't tell the kids.
I went to Australia... for a reason.
- Psst. Over here, mate.
- You got the mind control devi--
I mean, mind-make-better devices?
- Yep. These bad boys will turn the baddest boy
into an angel on the barbie.
They were designed to turn Tasmanian Devils into butlers,
but they'll work on a kid.
- I'll take one, please.
- They come in packs of twelve. Take it or leave it.
- But-- Fine. I'll take it.
- You got... the payment?
- One bottle of pure maple syrup.
- Crikey!
One more thing.
Keep them necklaces away from magnets, or they'll--
- Yeah-yeah, you got your syrup.
Listening to boring instructions wasn't part of the deal.
I was just gonna use one necklace, on Duncan,
but Gwen started asking questions.
What was I supposed to do. But that's it.
Two kids. Done.
- Hey, "Gwin". So where in Australia are you fr--
- North Kangaroo Town.
I can confirm that's a real place.
Just ask me and I'll tell you.
- Is it a real place? - It is.
- Her story checks out.
- Say, Cody. Would you like to be my mate?
- What's that? - It means friend.
- Okay. Aaand what's that?
- I'd like to be your friend.
- Huh. I've never heard those words in THAT order.
- Something smells good in here. (Timer digs)
- That'd be these.
Gator cookies!
I made them for Chef, but you can try one.
(Energy zapping)
- Mmm, gator biscuits.
- Hey! Hands off, fart face!
- Huh?
- Help ya'self, Sugar. - Duncan?!
Is that you in there? - Ha. I knew something was up.
Now they'll go talk to Chef and get this all sorted out.
- Lightning, Cody... meet Suggah, Ewwwin, and Ozzy.
They're also exchange students
and definitely not anyone else we might know.
Both: G'daaaaay.
- Guten tag! I'ma frum Austray'leeah!
- Whooaaa-kaaaay.
Let's get you back to my office and try and different one.
- A different what? Owen pops right up into his
- We're about to play a good ol' Aussie-rules game called...
clean the school. Wanna join us?
- Ohhh, that sounds like fun--
- NO. No we do not.
- Suit yourself, mate.
- Do kids clean for fun?
Nuh-uh, never! Something is going down
and we're gonna get to the bottom of it. Right, Cody?
CODY?
- Now I get it! Cleaning IS fun!
Hey, you all have the same necklace.
Cool. Can I have one?
- You don't need a necklace, Cody. You're already nice.
- Cody! Get away from them!
All: A non cleaner!
- This bloke on the other hand might need a necklace.
Come on, we have one for you in Chef's office.
- You ain't stuffin' me down under!
- (Growls) - Come on, Cody!
Aussie rules!
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- OOF!
OOF!
- Yeah, touchdown!
- Way to open all those doors with my face!
- One of us a-roo, one of us a-roo!
- Looks like they got me...
- Too bad they don't have more cleaning to do.
- Cleaning? Cody, you're a genius!
Keep making a mess
and they won't be able to resist cleaning it!
All: One of us a-roo.
(Object whoosh)
All: One of us a-roo!
No worries. No worries.
No worries.
- Uh-oh. We're cleaned out!
Cody, I'm gonna be brainwashed!
But I want you to remember that I was always your mate.
(Clanging)
- I'll save you, Lightning!
- Cody, no!
(Whooshes through air) - Ow-ow-ow.
Magnets, not you too.
- (Gasps) The magnets.
(Energy zapping)
Sugar: MMMM! Gator biscuits.
- Hands to yourself, fart face.
- The magnets, Cody!
The magneeeeets!
All: One of us a-roo!
- Don't worry, I'll put them back.
- No! Throw them at the Aussies!
All: One of us a-roo!
- THROW THEMMMMMMMM!
- OKAY, LIGHTNING!
All: One of us a-roo!
(Energy zapping)
(Landing thud)
- Why do my cheeks hurt? Was I smiling?!
- And my hands... was I cleaning?!
- Just look at this place!
- Hurry, put all the filth back where it belongs!
(Splat)
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- Cody... you saved me.
- Of course. It's way better to have one real friend
than a bunch of mind-washed ones.
Even I know that. - Thanks, buddy.
- What're we gonna do about Chef? He'll be mad.
- I know just how to handle that.
My fellow students, allow me to introduce our new,
much nicer foreign exchange teacher... Chif.
- G'day, joeys and jillies.
I'm Chif, your new teacher from down undaaah.
Who wants boomerangs and pizza?
(Boomerang whooshes through air)
All: PIZZAAAAA! YEAH!
- Oh Chif, you really are the bes--
OOF! (Groans)
Lightning: Aw, mannnn.
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Chef: Gather round kids,
I've got something you'll hate.
It's a slide show of my weekend trip to Australia!
(All groan and grumble)
- Oh yeaaah, there's the hate.
- Wait, weekend trip?
It takes a whole day just to get there.
You'd have to fly back the second you landed.
- And that's exactly what I did.
Now here's slideshow is of my trip to Australiaaa's...
(clicks) airport!
Here's me posing with some wildlife... posters.
Here's me trying a grub sandwich,
me throwing up into the pouch of a stuffed kangaroo,
me finding out it's a real kangaroo,
me getting kicked through a gen-u-ine Australian wall.
And there I am back on the plane.
- That's it? Y'all didn't even leave the plane barn?
- Nope. Never left the airport.
But I bought one of these.
They call it a boom-o-rang.
(Muttering daze) - Bu-bu-boo-mer...ang?
(Wild laughter) Woo! Weee! Woo-hoo!
- Duncan, no! Bad Duncan!
(Whooshes through air)
- (Groans) Now you've done it.
(Whooshes through air)
- Look, it's coming back this way!
OOF! (Groans)
- It's like it read my mind.
- See, Duncan?! Boomerangs are VERY dangerous!
Just a few more throws and we're taking it back inside.
- I can't remember anything.
- It's fine. You didn't know anything.
- (Throwing grunt) Ah!
- I should be angry right now,
but I've taken on the Australian mantra:
No worries, mate.
(Whooshes through air)
(Hard thud) MY CAR!
Ohhh now I got worries!
(Whooshes through air) Cody: OOF! (Groans)
- Duncan, my office! Now! - Hm.
(Whooshes through air)
OOF! Ow. (Groans)
- Ou, now we can try! Heh.
(Whooshes through air)
- OW! OOF! (Groans)
- I wonder why it always hits Cody.
- Quit hoggin' it. We all wanna hurt Cody.
(Whooshes through air)
- Enough!
Lightning won't let you hurt this poor little boy.
Boomerang, you just got yourself a time out!
(Whooshes through air)
Cody: OOF! (Groans)
- Oooo sorry, Cody. Here, I got this.
(Metal clangs)
- AHHHH!
- There y'go, Cody. Just hold that ice pack
and you'll be okay. - Thank you, Lightning!
- This is all Duncan's fault.
I hope Chef punishes him good.
- Class, I have an announcement.
Duncan liked my slide show so much
he decided to move to Australia
as part of a student exchange program.
- He just up and went to Australia?
- Allegedly, yes.
And in his place we will be hosting... um,
Dincin.
- G'day, everyone. I'm Dincin, I am.
How ya going?
(Eerie music)
- I know what you're thinking.
How could Dincin already be here
if it's a hours flight? Well, he left yesterday.
So if you were thinking about it, stop. Right now.
- Thinking about what? - Good job, Cody.
And ignore that Dincin looks exactly like Duncan too,
because he isn't Duncan.
- Well of course Dincin ain't Duncan.
- Yeah, their names are different.
- And Dincin talks WA-Hayyy too weird to be Duncan.
- Mmm. Lightning's not so sure.
- Yes you are. Play nice!
- Cody, let's run a little Duncan test on this guy.
- Okee-dokee.
- Hello... DUNCAN!
- That's a wee blunder there, mate,
I'm "Dincin". - Right.
So anyway, wouldn't you rather dig an escape tunnel?
- Or hook me on the ceiling fan by my underwear?
(Underwear snaps)
- Oooo. That sounds like fun. Huh?
- No it does not.
Making teachers happy is how Australian kids have fun.
- Okaaaaay...
What part of Australia are you from?
- North... Kangaroo... Town.
- That sounds real.
- Yeah. Maybe he is legit.
- Hey, I have a cousin I hate in Australia.
Where exactly is North Kangaroo Town?
- I'd be happy to show you on a map.
Follow me please.
- (Playful laughter, light thud)
- Okay children! Allow me to introduce
another Aussie exchange student. Gwin!
- Hillo. I'm Gwiiin.
My hobbies include being obedient.
And that's all.
- Uh...
- And before you all start saying she looks like Gwen...
she doesn't!
Alright. I'll tell you the truth,
but you can't tell the kids.
I went to Australia... for a reason.
- Psst. Over here, mate.
- You got the mind control devi--
I mean, mind-make-better devices?
- Yep. These bad boys will turn the baddest boy
into an angel on the barbie.
They were designed to turn Tasmanian Devils into butlers,
but they'll work on a kid.
- I'll take one, please.
- They come in packs of twelve. Take it or leave it.
- But-- Fine. I'll take it.
- You got... the payment?
- One bottle of pure maple syrup.
- Crikey!
One more thing.
Keep them necklaces away from magnets, or they'll--
- Yeah-yeah, you got your syrup.
Listening to boring instructions wasn't part of the deal.
I was just gonna use one necklace, on Duncan,
but Gwen started asking questions.
What was I supposed to do. But that's it.
Two kids. Done.
- Hey, "Gwin". So where in Australia are you fr--
- North Kangaroo Town.
I can confirm that's a real place.
Just ask me and I'll tell you.
- Is it a real place? - It is.
- Her story checks out.
- Say, Cody. Would you like to be my mate?
- What's that? - It means friend.
- Okay. Aaand what's that?
- I'd like to be your friend.
- Huh. I've never heard those words in THAT order.
- Something smells good in here. (Timer digs)
- That'd be these.
Gator cookies!
I made them for Chef, but you can try one.
(Energy zapping)
- Mmm, gator biscuits.
- Hey! Hands off, fart face!
- Huh?
- Help ya'self, Sugar. - Duncan?!
Is that you in there? - Ha. I knew something was up.
Now they'll go talk to Chef and get this all sorted out.
- Lightning, Cody... meet Suggah, Ewwwin, and Ozzy.
They're also exchange students
and definitely not anyone else we might know.
Both: G'daaaaay.
- Guten tag! I'ma frum Austray'leeah!
- Whooaaa-kaaaay.
Let's get you back to my office and try and different one.
- A different what? Owen pops right up into his
- We're about to play a good ol' Aussie-rules game called...
clean the school. Wanna join us?
- Ohhh, that sounds like fun--
- NO. No we do not.
- Suit yourself, mate.
- Do kids clean for fun?
Nuh-uh, never! Something is going down
and we're gonna get to the bottom of it. Right, Cody?
CODY?
- Now I get it! Cleaning IS fun!
Hey, you all have the same necklace.
Cool. Can I have one?
- You don't need a necklace, Cody. You're already nice.
- Cody! Get away from them!
All: A non cleaner!
- This bloke on the other hand might need a necklace.
Come on, we have one for you in Chef's office.
- You ain't stuffin' me down under!
- (Growls) - Come on, Cody!
Aussie rules!
♪♪♪
♪♪♪
- OOF!
OOF!
- Yeah, touchdown!
- Way to open all those doors with my face!
- One of us a-roo, one of us a-roo!
- Looks like they got me...
- Too bad they don't have more cleaning to do.
- Cleaning? Cody, you're a genius!
Keep making a mess
and they won't be able to resist cleaning it!
All: One of us a-roo.
(Object whoosh)
All: One of us a-roo!
No worries. No worries.
No worries.
- Uh-oh. We're cleaned out!
Cody, I'm gonna be brainwashed!
But I want you to remember that I was always your mate.
(Clanging)
- I'll save you, Lightning!
- Cody, no!
(Whooshes through air) - Ow-ow-ow.
Magnets, not you too.
- (Gasps) The magnets.
(Energy zapping)
Sugar: MMMM! Gator biscuits.
- Hands to yourself, fart face.
- The magnets, Cody!
The magneeeeets!
All: One of us a-roo!
- Don't worry, I'll put them back.
- No! Throw them at the Aussies!
All: One of us a-roo!
- THROW THEMMMMMMMM!
- OKAY, LIGHTNING!
All: One of us a-roo!
(Energy zapping)
(Landing thud)
- Why do my cheeks hurt? Was I smiling?!
- And my hands... was I cleaning?!
- Just look at this place!
- Hurry, put all the filth back where it belongs!
(Splat)
♪♪♪
- Cody... you saved me.
- Of course. It's way better to have one real friend
than a bunch of mind-washed ones.
Even I know that. - Thanks, buddy.
- What're we gonna do about Chef? He'll be mad.
- I know just how to handle that.
My fellow students, allow me to introduce our new,
much nicer foreign exchange teacher... Chif.
- G'day, joeys and jillies.
I'm Chif, your new teacher from down undaaah.
Who wants boomerangs and pizza?
(Boomerang whooshes through air)
All: PIZZAAAAA! YEAH!
- Oh Chif, you really are the bes--
OOF! (Groans)
Lightning: Aw, mannnn.
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