01x18 - The Broken Part/The Meach Harvest

[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! Ladies would love it! ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ Food? Any more food? ♪♪♪

[instrumental music]

[Mung]
'Chowder!'

Chowder? Chowder!

Chowder?

Chowder!

Chowder? Chowder!

Chowder? Chowder!

[chomping]

Oh, boy,
this is my favorite part!

[chomping]

[chuckles]
Oh, my!

- There you are!
- Huh?

Come with me. I have something
exciting to show you.

Behold, my fully
automatic feetza 5000 machine.

This baby does it all.

It stomps, it garnishes,
it bakes, it makes

'delicious feetza pies
in no time at all.'

That's a spicy feetza!

So, now we can just sit back
and watch the magic.

Right, Shnitzel?

Radda.

[humming]

Order up!

Oh, it looks like
we couldn't have

got the feetza 5000
on a better day.

'Cause I'm hungry
for some feetza!

[panting]

[barking]

No, we just got an order
for a 100 feetza pies.

Can I do the machine? Can I?
Can I? Can I? Can I? Can I?

Can I? Can I? Can I? Can I?

Can I? Can I? Can I? Can I?
Can I? Can I? Can I? Can I?

Can I? Can I? Can I? Can I?

Can I? Can I?

- Can I? Can I? Can I?
- Fine.

Just set the red dial to 100
and she'll do the rest.

Okay. Set the red dial to a 100.

A 100. That's only enough
feetzas for the order.

I'll just add a few for myself.

Go, feetza machine, go!

[thudding]

[bang!]

[both exclaim]

[both groan]

Uh-oh.

Now I need you to get a new set
of feet for the machine.

Here's the money.

- Gottit?
- Gottit. Oh, hey! Money!

I could buy some
thrice cream with that.

No! Think hard.

What did I say it was for?

Hmm. Thrice cream?

- Feet.
- Feet. Right.

And then for thrice cream.

- Just feet.
- Just feet. Gottit.

Got to get new feet
for the machine.

Got to get new feet
for the machine.

Got to get new feet
for the machine.

Gotta get new feet..

- Hi.
- Hey.

- Whatcha you doing?
- Nothing.

- What are you doing?
- Oh, I'm..

Wait, wait, what was I doing?

Well, good luck with that.

Maybe Mung will remember.

Radda, radda, radda, radda.
Radda, radda, radda--

Hang in there, Shnitzel.

We only have 86 more to go.

- Hey, Mung.
- Oh, good.

You're-you're back
with the feet.

What feet?

Oh, that's right.
New feet for the feetza!

Gottit. Got to get new feet
for the..

[gasping]

That cloud looks like a chicken.

[giggling]

It looks like a chicken.

W-why am I outside?

- Hey, Mung.
- That sure was fast.

- What was fast?
- Did you get the part?

What part?

Don't you remember, silly?

The new feet
for the feetza 5000.

- Good boy.
- Oh, yeah!

Hey, Mung.

Let me paint a mental
picture so you won't forget.

[growling]

Now, please, Chowder,
if you don't come back

with the feet this time,
my head is going to explode.

And we don't want that,
d-do we?

[gasps]
No!

[door slams]

I can't let Mung's head explode.

I'm coming for you, feet!

[gasps]

Oh, my gosh!
A wishing well!

[coins clinking]

Huh. No more money.

Okay, I wish.. I wish..

I wish I could remember what I
was supposed to get for Mung.

[male #1]
'Dagnabit,
I just got the place cleaned'

'and now there's coins
everywhere.'

'Can't even move my feet
without stepping on one.'

Feet! That's it!
New feet for the machine!

Thank you, wishing well.

I never should have moved
in this stinking place.

[ding ding]

Oh. What can I do for you,
sonny? Don't be shy.

I'm friendly old man,
Lollipop, and I love lollipops.

[slurping]

Now that we've gotten to
know each other, what brings

you to old man Lollipop's
feet locker?

I need to get a new set
of feet for the feetza 5000.

Well, let old man, Lollipop
go get it for you.

Here you go.
That'll be 47 dollops, me boy.

Oh, no!

Ah-huh. No money?

[growling]

[ding ding ding]
Crazy! Skiddoo!

Now what am I gonna do?

Mung's head will explode
if I go home without

the part, and I don't have
any money to buy one.

[clamoring]

Wow! Those guys are making
lots of money.

I wonder how they do it.

It's 'cause they got talent,
Chowder.

Talent, huh?

- Hey, look at what I can do.
- Get a job, hippie!

I'm a digestive daredevil.

- So, what?
- Stop! I can eat anything.

Sorry, kid. I gave
all my money to that guy.

I'm never gonna
get the money for the new feet.

- 'Don't give up, little dude.'
- Who said that?

- I did! Grits is my name.
- Ahh!

And making money is my game.

You know how to make
a lot of money?

Do I know how to make money?
I'm made out of gold, dude!

Let old Grits show you
how to make the cash

Cash!

[chuckles]

You know, Shnitzel,
maybe I was too hard on Chowder.

It's been three hours.

I'm starting to worry about
the little guy.

Radda, radda, radda, radda.

No! We're not better off
without him. Come on.

We better put that order
on hold and go look for him.

'Who knows what kind of trouble
he's gotten into?'

[bang]

♪ Show me your best ♪

♪ You got to try your best ♪

♪ You got to do your best ♪

♪ You got to be your best ♪

♪ You got to give your
best to be the best ♪

♪ You got to need
the best to show the best ♪

♪ You got to want the best ♪

♪ You've got to best best best ♪

♪ Best best best best ♪

♪ Best best best best ♪

♪ Best best best best ♪

♪ The best ♪♪♪

Now, you know
all that stuff we just did

in that sweet montage.

Yeah?

You don't have to do any of it.

All you got to do is paint
yourself silver

and stand really still
on this box.

Okay.

[chomp]
All set.

Let's make you some money.

[Mung]
Chowder!

- Radda.
- Chowder.

I hope he's okay.

Maybe he's over at the zoo,
tasting animals again.

Radda.

- Psst. It, It's not working.
- Just be patient. It'll work.

Give me money!

[exclaims]

[coins clatter]

Money!

I knew you could do it.

Now I can buy!

What was I supposed to buy?

[gasps]
That's right!

New feet for the feetza 5000!

Thanks, Grits. I couldn't have
done it without you.

And I couldn't have done it
without you

you little tubby, purple,
cat-bear creature.

[sobbing]

[flies buzzing]

Don't worry.
I have money this time.

Oh! What can I get you, sonny?

One set of feet for the
feetza 5000, please.

Oh, I just sold my last set
to that guy.

Huh? Oh, no!

Wait! Stop!

Excuse me, sir, but I need
to buy those feet from you.

'You see, if I don't bring home'

'a new set of feet
for Mung's weird machine'

his head will explode into
a million chunks.

And the chunks will go
everywhere

and I'll never be able to
put it back together

'cause I'll never find
all the chunks!

[screaming]

I'm sorry!
Here's a lot of money.

[coins clatter]

[screaming]

[panting]

[growling]

[panting]

[panting continues]

[whistling]

Hi, big boy.

[exclaiming]

He went that way.

Whew! That was a close one.

Now to get back home.

[screaming]

[thud!]

Oh, no. The feet are ruined!

I'm not pretty anymore!

And what's worse,
Mung's head's gonna go boom!

And I'll never find
all the chunks!

Never, never, never,
never, never

What's the matter, little dude?

I got the feet, but look
what happened to them!

'Now we'll never be able to
finish the order'

'for feetza pies.'

[gasps]
Feetza pies?

Oh, why didn't you say so?

I can make feetza pies
with my eyes closed.

Good thing,
'cause I ain't got no eyes.

I guess we'll never see
him again, and it's

all my fault, Shnitzel.

Plus a little of yours. Huh?!

- Huh?!
- Hey, Mung!

- Chowder!
- Radda!

I couldn't get the feet
for the feetza 5000

so I got the next best thing.

Friends!

Oh, that's just wonderful,
Chowder.

Well, get out your pocket
change, Shnitzel.

Ra..

[instrumental music]

Shnitzel, look at this kicking
poster Mung gave me.

Isn't it the best thing
you've seen in your entire life?

Radda. Radda radda.

Yeah, I know.
Mung's the b*mb.

- He can do anything.
- Oh, that's not true, Chowder.

You know I can't raise the dead.

You just haven't
tried hard enough.

Ah, enough with the love
fest already.

We got an order for
mince-meach pie.

M-m-mince-meach?

[blabbering]
M-m-m..

Mince-meach!

[grunting]
No!

Uh, Mung?

Why are you hiding
in the potato peelings?

I'm not hiding. I'm just waiting
until the customer goes away..

...forever.

Aren't we gonna make
the mince-meach pie?

M-m-m-mince-meach?

[whimpering]

No, no flashbacks.
It's too painful.

Mung, you have to make
this dish. You're my hero.

[Mung blabbering]
I can't hear you.

Give it up, kid. When he sits
in the potato peelings

there's no talking to him.

Mung.

[Mung whimpering]

I'm sorry, mister.

'Mung can't make your pie.'

He's too scared to be
a chef anymore.

Is the customer gone?

[screaming]

See?

I thought this
was a catering company

not a daycare for scared
little poopy babies.

No one calls Mung Daal
a scared little poopy baby.

Pack the gear.
We're going on a meach hunt.

Yes!

♪ I'm gonna eat some meaches ♪

♪ I'll eat them on the beaches ♪

♪ They taste like.. ♪

Uh..

What do meaches taste like?

'Mung? You don't look so good.'

- Are you gonna barf?
- Radda?

I am not going to b-b-barf.

You look like you're gonna barf.

Well, I'm not gonna.

This is what you look like..

- 'Stop it, Chowder.'
- Okay, okay.

You know what makes me barf?

Sour milk.

'I drank a whole glass once
on a hot day like today.'

Just thinking about the smell.

[Mung vomiting]

- I knew you were gonna barf!
- Radda, radda, radda..

- Why do meaches freak you out?
- I can't talk about it.

- It's so painful.
- I understand.

- Can you talk about it now?
- No, Chowder.

- How about now? Now?
- Not now. Way too painful.

I bet you can talk about it now.

- 'Not yet.'
- 'Radda, radda?'

- No means no, Shnitzel.
- 'How about now?'

[Mung]
'Well, okay.
It was 50 years ago today.'

Never mind, we're here. We're
here, we're here, we're here.

Stop! This is close enough.

[whimpering]

Hey, Mung!

[screaming]

Oh, oh, hello, Chowder.

Why are you so scared
of the meaches?

- Do they taste really gross?
- 'No, not at all.'

[Mung]
'Mince-meach pie
is the most delicious pie'

in the whole world.

- The whole world?
- According to pie scientists.

I want to make mince-meach pie!

[crying]

That's what I said once.

It was 50 years ago today.

I was young, arrogant,
and handsome.

[Chowder]
'Yay! Flashback!'

[Mung dreaming]
So very handsome.

Oh! A man!

[giggles]

[Mung]
You see, the queen meach is a
peaceful and flavorful fruit.

But her servants,
vicious and bitter.

They don't give up easily.

Now it's just me and meach.

My first mince-meach pie.

It was everything
I thought it would be.

But that very night..

♪ La la-la la.. ♪♪♪

[Mung screaming]

And the next morning..

[clamoring]

[whistling]
And two hours later..

[clamoring]

The meaches attacked
again and again and again.

And again and again and again.

And again and again and
again and again and again.

Every day for 25 years.

Meaches hold one heck
of a grudge.

They broke my spirit.
And all my bones.

They even ate my hair.

[screaming]

Hey, other people have
problems, too, you know.

[people screaming]

And that's why I don't ever want
to make that dish again.

Ever again.
Ever, ever, ever again.

I understand.
Mung, I think it's really brave

of you to face your fears
like this.

I'm not facing my fears.

- You are.
- What?!

I'm not going anywhere
near those bloodthirsty things.

- You and Shnitzel do it.
- You have to help us.

You're the world's
greatest chef.

I even fixed your poster.

If you come back alive,
I'll autograph it.

[sighs]

Come on, Shnitzel.

We have to show Mung that a good
chef can conquer any

- Radda, radda.
- Get back here.

[groans]

Yes!

[all]
'Yay!'

[laughing]

[Mung]
'To get the queen,
you're gonna have to get past'

'those guards.'

[growling]

Greetings. My friend and I are
selling magazine subscriptions

'for the hip,
young Queen meach on the go.'

Is your Queen meach at home?

Uh-oh.

[clamoring]

It's a very reasonable offer!

[both screaming]

[Shnitzel]
Radda.

[Chowder screaming]

[instrumental music]

♪ La la la la la la la ♪

♪ La la la la la la la ♪

[screaming]

♪ La la la la la la la.. ♪♪♪

[meaches growling]

[panting]

You guys go on ahead.

I'll catch up later.

Mung, have you ever tried
asking nicely?

I never thought of that.

I was too busy screaming
as they chewed my entrails

to think about my manners.

Come on, Shnitzel.
I know what must be done.

Excuse me. We'd like to speak
politely for a moment.

[growling]

We would be honored
if your queen would

return with us to our kitchen.

'She is the most delicious
fruit in the entire kingdom.'

[chuckling]
Oh, you.

And we wish to make her
into the most delicious

dessert in the whole world.

Catch me!

Radda!

[lips smacking]

[Shnitzel chuckles]

Radda, radda.

We did it!

Chowder, being polite worked!

I know!
They totally fell for it!

[meaches growling]

Uh, radda. Radda.

Radda, radda.

- Uh-oh.
- Get 'em, boys!

[all clamoring]

No! Chowder,
don't let 'em rip your arms off!

It just makes them angry!

[Chowder screaming]
'Give those back!
I need them for cooking!'

I can't stand to hear them
scream.

[Chowder]
'Help, Mung!'

[Mung humming tune]

No! Oh!

Shnitzel, if we don't make
it out of this

I just want you to know

'I used your apron to
unclog my toilet.'

- Radda, radda!
- Yeah.

It-it just clogged it up
even more.

[meach growling]

[both screaming]

- 'Hold that, right there.'
- 'Mung?'

I want you meaches to know

that all your collective mamas

are dumb and ugly!

Hey, you can't talk that
way about my dumb ugly mama.

Duh, get him, son.

Chowder, Shnitzel.

Get the queen
back to the kitchen!

Ow! Run!

My hero.

It's beautiful.

[meach queen giggling]

Mung, would you
autograph my poster?

[Mung]
'I would be honored.'

There. Thank you, Chowder,
for giving me the courage

to foolishly face
my entirely rational fears.

- Radda. Radda, radda.
- 'Stop complaining.'

[Mung]
'You get tomorrow off.'

Are you guys done crying yet?

- Yes, we have.
- Here's your pie, mister.

Ooh, well, well.

I guess this isn't a crybaby
kitchen after all.

[sniffing]

[chomping]

[burping]

[meach queen]
'I got myself a man!'

Well, goodbye and good luck.

What are you talking about?

[meaches growling]

[man groans]

[Mung]
'Crybaby.'

[instrumental music]

Mother never lets me dance
like this at home.

[Chowder]
'Gets down. Gets it now.
Do the lawn mower.'

'Do the light bulb.
Do the sprinkler.'

'Everybody holler!'

This is great.
Ah! Ooh! Ooh!

[groans]
My back.

Something is wrong
with my back.

Ooh, that's a pain.

[clattering]

[chomp]