02x12 - #WorkingStiff

[bunniefuu]

♪ Whoo! ♪
[theme song playing]

♪ When super me
Becomes super we ♪

♪ Suddenly, magically
Pretty automatically ♪

♪ Crushing it side by side ♪

♪ Look out, world
We're Super Hero Girls ♪

♪ Now that we're together
Gonna get that super life! ♪

♪ Wow! ♪

Small thingy.

Sharp thingy.

Whoo, you're gonna
need a new thingy.

I know! This iozonic casing
is totally shot.

Do you have any idea
how expensive

- new iozonic casings are?
- Do I?

No, I don't.

[sighs in despair] Let's
just say more than I have.

And without that casing,
my armor can't function,

and I can't be Bumblebee.

[squeals excitedly]
Wait. You need money?

I got two words for you.
Burrito Bucket.

Okay, here's three more words.
With this girl!

I don't know, I don't even
really like burritos.

Come on, Karen.

This is the fastest way
to get you money.

[scoffs] That is if they'll
even hire me.

Are you kidding?
My boss loves me.

You're pretty much
guaranteed a job.

No way, Gordon.

Come on, Mr. O'Shaughnessy.

Karen is smart, responsible,

and she doesn't
even like burritos.

So you know she won't be sneaking
free food to the break room

like... no one does.

- Anyway...
- Stop talking, please.

Hmm. Quiet. I like that.

- You're hired.
- Yes!

Oh, Mr. O'Shaughnessy.

Can I train her?
Please, please, please!

Fine! Just leave me alone.

[whispering] He may act grumpy,
but deep down,

he loves
our boss-employee banter.

- [O'Shaughnessy] No, I do not!
- Yes, he does.

No, I don't!
Now please just get...

To work! Got it!

See, we even finish each
other's sentences. [giggles]

Lesson number one: Never
work on an empty stomach.

Let me just finish
this his baby,

and I'll be right with ya.
[chomps]

Okay, It's just...

- we're being paid to...
- Done!

Now let's get trainin'.

[grunts]

If you cram it
full of napkins now,

you won't have to
refill it later.

[rattling]

Don't do it that way, Karen.

Huh? [groans]

[doorbell dings]

[gasps] Ooh! A customer.

Time to learn the hallowed art
of burrito making.

Extra cheese, extra meat,
and my secret ingredient...

[whispers]
...extra, extra cheese.

Behold! The Babsicle!

Looks like it'll explode

all over the place
as soon as you bite it.

That's what makes it
so special.

Don't make bad specials, Karen.

[Karen] Mr. O'Shaughnessy.
How's this?

Is that bean-to-rice ratio,

tortilla folded to
corporate specifications.

This is... magnificent.

[chuckles] Thanks,
Mr. O'Shaughnessy.

- Please, call me Shane.
- Thanks... Shane.

- Yeah, thanks, Kane!
- Not you!

Ha Ha!
There's our banter again.

The way I see it,

whatever we clean today
only gets messy again tomorrow.

So why not wait till tomorrow
and clean everything just once.

But we're not scheduled
to work tomorrow.

Don't save it
for tomorrow, Karen.

A little mess never hurt any...

[screams, grunts]

Ha-ha! Nice try, grease.

Who is this guy?

That's Mitchell Mayo,

the greatest burritos singer
whoever was.

Some say he was so good

that after he left
the burrito game

the Bucket stop doing
Employee of the Month

Because no one could ever...
[grunts]

[groans] Well played, grease.
Well played.

Karen, you're doing
a great job.

Well, I just did
what I was asked.

And that's what makes it
so great.

In fact, your display
of baseline competence

reminds me just how bad some
of my other employees can be.

That's why, Gordon,

I'm going to need you
to turn in your sombrero.

[laughs] Good one!
Had me for a second.

I'm serious.

You're... firing me?

[sobbing] You can't fire me.

I love this place.

Shane, Burrito Bucket
means the world to Babs.

I'm sorry, Karen.
But with you here,

there really isn't
any need to...

If she goes, I go.

No, Karen, don't.

You need this job
for your iozon...

that thingy you really wanted.

Oh, yeah, right.

But Babs, are you sure?

Don't worry about me, Karen.
I'll manage. Somehow.

Sure, this place
was my everything,

and Mr. O'Shaughnessy,
you were like a father to me.

I'm four years older than you.

But the Burrito Bucket
has moved on.

- And so too must I.
- Gordon, did you punch out?

Oh, not yet.
I was kind of hoping

you'd mark my goodbye
to quarter past.

Do it now, Gordon.

[whimpering]

Tell the burritos...
I love them!

[somber instrumental
music playing]

What is it, Gordon?

Please, Mr. O'Shaughnessy,
you've got to take me back.

Ever since I lost my job,
my life, it's lost all meaning.

You got fired five minutes ago.

And look what I've become.

I don't even know
who I am anymore

Barbara? Barbara Gordon?
Is that you?

[sighs] Look,
you're not a bad kid,

it's just you're
the worst employee

any manager has ever had
the misfortune of hiring.

Ever. [emphasizing] Ever.

Okay, that last "ever"
was a bit much, but okay.

Honestly, I don't think
you would even know

what a good Burrito Bucket
employee looks like.

[bell dings]

Wouldn't even know

what a good employee
looks like, eh?

Oh, I'll show him
a good employee.

I'll show him
the best employee ever.

[cackling]

Prodigal daughter returns
to prove she knows

what a great employee
looks like.

[thunderclap]

Ta-da!

Mitchell Mayo.

So, does this mean
I can have my job back?

You brought back Mitchell Mayo.

You know I did!

[gasps softly]

Why, hello.
Making burritos, I see.

Yeah, it's my first day
and I just...

Whoa!

You're Mitchell Mayo!

Record-breaking employee
of the month Mitchell Mayo.

One and the same.

Look, I'm following
in your footsteps.

[thunderclap]

What's wrong
with Mitchell Mayo?

Other than being
a know-it-all perfectionist

who took working at a fast
food joint way too seriously?

A lot.

So you think you're worthy
of the wall, huh?

I got news for you.

You're never going to be
better than this guy.

Actually, I'm okay with that.

See, when I worked here,
people did things right.

I may serve it,
and look at it now.

It's a disgrace.

Where's the Bucket Fry?

That sombrero comes

with some pretty awesome
responsibilities, kiddo.

Uh-huh.

Hey, Mitch, [chuckles]

You know, I think
my break is coming up.

Working with Mayo got so
intense they had to fire him.

Then he got a job at
Big Border,

but drove everyone
there nuts, too.

Same thing happened
at the Demand-A-Panda.

Then at Y'all Fish
and Fish and Chips.

And then Dr. Pagliacci's
Pizza Smoothies.

[O'Shaughnessy]
He was a meal-time menace.

Always insisting
on higher quality ingredients,

always pushing for toppings
upon toppings upon toppings.

Always screaming
at poor little fry cooks

without proper bun-to-patty ratios.

Before long, Mitchell Mayo
became a fast food pariah.

No one would hire him.

And that, they say,
is when he lost his mind.

Hmm, now that I think of it,

where I found him
was a little suspicious.

Welcome to Mitchell's.

Can I take your order?

Mitchell, get your make believe
restaurant out of my driveway.

It's blocking me in.

Back off, Ma!
I'm with a customer.

[Mitchell laughing maniacally]

Uh, Babs?

Just thought
you might want to know

that your friend is a little...

[Mitchell] You call this
a clean workstation?

That.

Maybe bringing Mitchell back
wasn't such a great idea.

[Mitchell] But you didn't bring
Mitchell back.

You brought back
The Condiment King!

Now, that's just dumb.

[yelps]

Don't worry, Mr. O.

I'll go find some help.

Help has arrived.

All hail the king!
All hail the king!

[grunts]

Not so fast, Condiment King...

[laughs]

Sorry. I couldn't get through
with a straight face.

Kneel before your king.

[Batgirl yelps]

No fair, Condiment King.

This isn't ketchup.

That's false advertising.

It's called a theme.

Wait till you see
what the mustard does.

[gulps]

[Barbara] Hey! Your Majesty!

Care to try the Babs special?

[gasps]

Off-the-menu item?
Blasphemy!

[sniffs]

Although, the scent
is intoxicating,

the secret sauce...
[sniffs]

Hmm. And is that
extra, extra cheese?

[screaming]

I can't see!

Curse this secret sauce.

I'm being blinded by each of its


Here. Have a napkin.
[grunts]

[screams]

[yelps]

[groans]

And someone
wanted to clean the floor.

Look at this place!

Well, least I have a star
employee to help clean.

Actually, Shane,

I don't think I'm cut out for
the burrito business.

What? But... but...

Would you mind mailing
my check to me?

With overtime,

I should have just enough for
that thingy I had my eye on.

[sighs in exasperation]

[squealing]

Muchos gracias, Senor!

Your first task,
clean up this mess!

You got it.

Hey, you know,
whatever we clean today,

only gets messy again tomorrow.

Just clean, Gordon!

So, uh, Mr. O, are you gonna
call the police, or...

[Mitchell groans]