03x07 - Weekend at Shnitzel's/Taste Buds

[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 ]

Mung daal: you will!

Shnitzel: radda!

Mung daal: you will!

Shnitzel: radda!

Mung daal: you will, and

That's that!

Remember, you signed over your

Soul to me to work here.

Chowder is going to stay with

You for the weekend, bucko,

While me and the little wifey

Head out for a lo-o-o-o-o-ng,

Romantic weekend.

Truffles: oh, mungy.

You do love me!

Mung daal: yeah.

[ Smooches ]

Shnitzel: radda radda radda

Radda radda.

Mung daal: you are not

Reading to the puppies this

Weekend.

Stop making excuses, shnitzel.

Chowder is staying with you, and

That's final.

Chowder: oooooooh!

I get to kick it at shnitzel's

This weekend?

I bet he lives a wild life!

[ Twinkle! ]

Shnitzel: [ growls ]

Radda!

Aaah!

[ Zoom! ]

Yo, yo, listen, babe.

So, there I was, drinking from a

Stream, when out of nowhere,

Some wild, crazy dude starts

Chasing me!

What?!

What do you mean, did I pick up

The dry-cleaning yet?

You're not listening to me!

[ Whirl! ]

Shnitzel: radda!

[ Cellphone rings ]

Yeah, I'm gonna be a little

Late, babe.

[ Twinkle! ]

Chowder: ahh!

Mung daal: here's chowder's

Bib and the big-boy pants.

Chowder: big boys don't wear

No pants.

Both: see ya!

Wouldn't want to be ya!

Mung daal: free! Free!

We're finally out!

Free! Happy days!

Truffles: happy days!

Mung daal: happy days!

Chowder: so, what wild and

Crazy things should we do first?

I'm down with whatever, "g," as

Long as it's wild and/or crazy.

Yeah!

Yeah, wild and crazy!

[ Classical music plays ]

Wild and...crazy.

[ Cats meow ]

[ Zing! ]

[ Purring ]

[ Zing! ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Blink! ]

What?

Chowder: this...is

Bo-o-o-o-ring!

This is boring!

You're boring, your life is

Boring, and this episode is

Boring!

In order to relieve ourselves of

Our boredom and our bladders,

We're going to have to go

Somewhere amazing, somewhere

Magical, where a person can have

The best time of their lives!

Do you want to have the best

Time of your life?!

Well, do you?!

Shnitzel: radda.

Oh, radda.

Chowder: carlito con queso's!

[ Spanish accent ] hola,

Papi chulos!

Welcome to carlito con queso's.

Aaaah-yi!

Please go and have fun, amigos,

And remember, if you see any

Other rats in the restaurant,

Don't talk to them.

They are not related to me, for

They are a strangers.

Chowder: yay! Strangers!

Enjoy!

[ Sproing! Sproing! Sproing! ]

Aaah! Aaah! Aaaaah!

Chowder: [ munch! Munch! ]

Look, shnitzel!

Look at me! Look at me!

I'm playing fish head

Basketball!

[ Munch! Munch! Munch! Munch! ]

Now look, shnitzel!

I'm in a giant snake ball pit!

Whee!

[ Glug! Glug! Glug! Glug! ]

Shnitzel! Shnitzel!

I'm playing the milky cow game!

Lo-o-o-ok!

[ Squirt! Squirt! ]

Hey, excuse me, chico.

We have no milky cow game here.

Yo, what you doin' back

There, boy?!

[ Zip! Zip! Zip! Zip! ]

Chowder: [ laughing

Hysterically ]

Shnitzel: ra-ha-ha-ha.

Okay, pepitos!

It's about that time again!

Please welcome to the stage the

Amazing, the beautiful

Seã‘orita mesquite!

Hola, chicos.

[ Gong! ]

[ Zoom! ]

[ Latin music plays ]

♪ I am seã‘orita mesquite ♪

Together: frijole!

♪ I am very lonely, so I

Weep ♪

Boohoohoo!

♪ I'd like to meet someone nice,

Not a creep ♪

[ Snarling ]

Together: frijole!

♪ Someone strong like a

Rock ♪

♪ Who doesn't have feet ♪

♪ And is forced to have fun by a

Boy who likes to eat ♪

Together: frijole!

♪ One day soon, the two of us

Will meet ♪

♪ And that would be mucho, mucho

Ne-e-e-at ♪

Together: frijole!

[ Warble! ]

Por favor, applause, all,

Please, for

La seã‘orita mesquite!

Shnitzel: [ laughs ]

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Whoo-hoo!

[ Wolf-whistles ]

[ Barking ]

Okay, seã‘orita mesquite will

Be back in one hour.

Be sure to stick around.

Aaaah-yi!

Chowder: sugar...wearing off.

So...tired.

Must go...home...to die.

[ Slurp! ]

Scooby-dooby-doo!

[ Munch! Munch! Munch! Munch! ]

[ Glug! Glug! Glug! Glug! ]

Here you go, my good man!


What do I get? What do I get?

What do I get?!

Whoa!

A stinky cowboy boot?

Now all I need is the other one!


Ah, snap.

[ Sighs ]

I'll be back.

Okay, my little panchitos.

Are you ready for

Seã‘orita mesquite?

Shnitzel: [ laughing ]

[ Latin music playing ]

♪ I am seã‘orita mesquite ♪

Together: frijole!

♪ I am very lonely, so I

Weep ♪

Boohoohoo!

♪ I'd like to meet someone nice,

Not a creep ♪

[ Twinkle! ]

♪ I love you, I love you ♪

♪ I want to be part of your

Li-i-i-fe ♪

♪ Please let me be your

Mechanical wife ♪

Together: frijole!

Shnitzel: ohhh, radda.

Applause, all, please, for

La seã‘orita mesquite!

Ha ha!

Remember, the next show is in

One hour, so please don't go

Nowhere.

[ Footsteps approaching ]

Shnitzel: radda!

Radda radda radda radda.

No, she can't come out and

Sing again.

She has to recharge -- recharge.

Shnitzel: ah -- radda radda

Radda radda radda.

Di-di-di-di-di.

Recharge! Adiã³s!

Oh, shnitzel!

I can't stand being apart from

You!

Shnitzel!

Oh, shnitzel!

Shnitzel: radda! Radda!

Radda!

[ Zip! ]

Radda!

[ Whoosh! ]

Come back here, you!

Come back here with my mesquite!

Not cool, man!

Not cool!

Chowder: huh.

He was my ride.

[ Twinkle! ]

[ Tweet! Tweet! ]

[ Slow r&b music playing ]

[ Twang! ]

[ Zoom! ]

[ Zip! ]

[ Drum! Drum! Drum! Drum! ]

Shnitzel: [ yawns ]

[ Thud! ]

Radda!

Radda radda!

Krav maga kick!

Ay-yi-yi!

Shnitzel: uh...

Get your hands off my

Mesquite!

Shnitzel: radda!

Radda radda radda!

Radda radda!

No!

You cannot be in love with her

Because i am in love with her.

Chowder: you guys should,

Like, totally fight to the

Death for her.

I mean, that's what I would do.

It would solve everything, you

Know.

But it's up to you guys.

Really, I'm just saying.

It's a pretty good idea.

Yes, the gordito is right.

We fight to the death like

Honorable men, no?

Aaaah-yi!

Oh, and one more thing.

Ka-kaw!

[ Chomp! ]

Aaaah!

So, you think this is some kind

Of a game, huh?

Well, trust me, this is no game!

[ Arcade music plays ]

Ready? Fight!

Shuriken!

Shnitzel: ra!

[ Arcade machine beeping ]

Chowder: ♪ I am

Seã‘orita mesquite ♪

♪ I am very lonely, so I weep ♪

Boohoohoohoo!

♪ I'd like to meet someone nice,

Not a creep! ♪

You, boy -- stop that

Singing!

I own the rights to that song,

And you will pay me muchos

Residuales.

And you will not like that one

Bit, I promise you.

Mama mia!

So, you want some more queso,

Eh?

Well, prepare to -- oh!

[ Crash! Crash! Crash! ]

Chowder: wait, wait!

Stop fighting!

Stop this fighting!

I see now that both of you are

Madly in love with

Seã‘orita mesquite, even though

She's not real and I think the

Both of you are weirdos.

But she is an entertainer who

Brings mad joy to us children!

And I realize now that if she

Stays here, we'll be robbing

Children of this mad joy!

Please, shnitzel.

Don't rob from us.

Shnitzel: ohhh.

[ Horn honks ]

[ Smooches ]

[ Zap! ]

[ Horn honks to tune of

"La cucaracha" ]

Chowder: wow!

What an exciting weekend!

Wasn't that the greatest,

Shnitzel?

You know, other than losing the

Love of your life and having

Your home destroyed.

It was awesome!

I can't wait to come back here

Next weekend and the weekend

After that and the weekend after

That and the weekend af--

[ Door slams ]

Truffles: order up!

[ Whirl! ]

Mung daal: flutternut tarts!

Chowder: how do we make them?

Mung daal: well, chowder,

I'll tell you.

Schmeggs give it legs for that

Little kick.

Chowder: wow!

Mung daal: grapes -- a bunch.

Chowder: to give it some

Punch?

Mung daal: you got it!

Beans for some wings.

Chowder: to make the taste

Soar!

Mung daal: and the final

Step, chowder, I will

Irresponsibly completely entrust

To you.

Chowder: what is it, papa?

Mung daal: a pinch of delight

To give it some bite.

Chowder: how much did you

Say?

Mung daal: just a pinch.

Chowder: okay!

[ Growling ]

Mung daal: I brought this on

Myself.

[ Chomp! ]

[ Garbled ] whoa! My tongue!

Too much bite!

Whoa!

Wha! Wha! Wha!

Bl-bl-bl-bl-bl!

Whaa!

Bl-bl-bl-bl!

Aaaah!

Whoo-aah!

Whoo-ah-ah!

Ar-ra-ra roo-ri-ra-ra!

Ow!

Ow!

Ow!

Ra! Ra! Ra-ra-ra!

Ra-ra-ra-ra!

Shnitzel, get this thing off me!

Ohhh!

[ Zoom! Zoom! Zoom! ]

Shnitzel: [ grunting ]

Mung daal: [ groaning ]

Chowder: oh, no!

Your tongue's all wobbly!

I'll fix it!

[ Ring! ]

Mung daal: chowder, no!

Ohhhh!

Truffles: hang on!

I'll get some medicine!

Mung daal: no!

I can't stand the taste of that

Stuff!

Truffles: you love it!

Mung daal: hey, actually,

It's not that bad.

In fact, I can't taste it at

All.

Truffles: you can't taste

It?!

Mung daal: I can't taste it.

Chowder: you can't taste it?!

Mung daal: I can't taste it!

Shnitzel, aren't you gonna ask

If I can taste it?

[ Plink! Plink! ]

Mung daal: well, I can't.

I think my tongue is broken!

Chowder: we better test it.

[ French accent ] hello.

I am the stinky cheese,

Le pew pew.

Truffles: well, can you taste

How bad it is?

Mung daal: no, not at all.

Well, g*ng, looks like I'm gonna

Have to order a new tongue.

Truffles: oh, but that'll

Take weeks, and you can't cook

If you can't taste anything!

Mung daal: [ normal voice ]

I know!

I guess I'll have to find

Somebody to taste my food for

Me.

Hey, kids, who likes food the

Most?

Is it truffles?

All: no!

Mung daal: is it shnitzel?

All: no!

Mung daal: is it chestnut?

Chestnut loves food.

All: yay!

Mung daal: no, it's not

Chestnut.

But is it chowder?

All: yay!

Mung daal: I would like you

To be my official taste buds.

Chowder: [ southern accent ]

You want little old me to taste

Your food in your name?

Mung daal: it's true,

Chowder.

Be my taster.

Chowder: wait, wait, wait,

Wait, wait.

This is an honor that will

Require a special moment.

Mung daal: oh.

Well, it's not that big a deal.

I'll just ask shnitzel.

Chowder: down on one knee!

Mung daal: uh...

Chowder: do it!

[ Sloop! ]

Now you may ask.

Mung daal: will you be my --

Chowder: do it slowly so I

May savor it.

Mung daal: [ sighs ]

Will...you...

Chowder: yes!

Mung daal: okay, chowder.

First dish for you to taste --

Cream of kumquat soup.

[ Zing! ]

Bl-bl-bl-bl.

[ Slurp! ]

Bl-bl-bl-bl-bl.

[ Slurp! ]

Mung daal: well, what do you

Think?

Chowder: it's awesome!

Mung daal: really?

No complaints?

No suggestions?

Chowder: I would suggest I

Have some more!

Bl-bl-bl-bl.

[ Whoosh! ]

Shnitzel: ooh! Radda!

Mung daal: let's try

Something more challenging.

Pop cake.

[ Slurp! Zip! ]

Chowder: it's awesome!

Shnitzel: radda!

Mung daal: hmm.

Anvil surprise.

Chowder: bl-bl-bl.

Awesome!

Shnitzel: radda!

Mung daal: come on, chowder.

That anvil expired three months

Ago.

It was bad!

We have a very picky clientele.

This food is blech!

Blech, I say!

Chowder: oh, I get it.

He's a pick.

Good one, bill reiss!

But I could never tell you a

Dish you made was bad.

You're my everything!

Mung daal: chowder, I won't

Be offended.

It's for the good of the

Business.

I'll still love you.

Chowder: and I'll still love

You.

[ Pop! Pop! Pop! ]

Shnitzel: [ vomits ]

Mung daal: now, tell me what

You think of my so-so soufflã©.

Remember, it's your job to find

Something wrong.

Chowder: aaaah.

[ Crash! ]

Mung daal: well? Well?!

[ Munch! Munch! ]

Chowder: hmm.

Mung daal: well?!

Chowder: [ belches ]

It's awesome!!

Mung daal: it's not awesome!

It's made of farts!

Chowder: what can I say?

Farts taste awesome!

Mung daal: farts do not taste

Awesome!

I'm gonna find a new taster.

Chowder: no, papa, wait!

I can be learned!

[ c*ck accent ] please, sir,

I want this.

I want to be a smarts.

Mung daal: blech!

Fine, just stop making that

Face.

Chowder: [ normal voice ]

Sorry.

Mung daal: nope. The eye.

You've still got one weird eye.

Chowder: sorry.

Mung daal: good.

Now, let's have a look at that

Tongue.

Chowder: blah!

Mung daal: oh, for goodness

Sake, chowder.

See, the tongue is a muscle that

Must be trained, and yours is,

Well...

Ahoy, there!

[ Bell dings ]

Chowder: [ garbled ] oh, no.

What do I do?

Mung daal: I am afraid there

Is only one solution.

We must go to the...tongue gym.

Chowder: yeah, the tongue

Gym.

[ Ding! ]

Wait, is that like a gym?

Mung daal: okay, boy.

Is that tongue ready for the

Workout of a lifetime?

Chowder: all ready!

But I don't know if I'll ever be

As good as that guy.

[ Grunting ]

Mung daal: don't worry.

We have simple goals because you

Are a simple person.

Chowder: yay.

Mung daal: give me that

Tongue, boy.

Chowder: [ deep voice ] yeah!

Mung daal: now, let's taste

Some dishes.

Chowder: [ munch! ]

Tongue says needs sugar.

Food bashes back the tongue.

Yeah.

Mung daal: you're ready to be

My taster.

Chowder: [ normal voice ]

Huggies?

Mung daal: huggies.

[ Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! ]

Okay, gym is closing, guys.

[ Slide! ]

Mung daal: here, try this.

Chowder: [ gulp! ]

Mung daal: love it or hate

It?

Chowder: lo--

[ Deep voice ] oh, gosh!

[ Crank! ]

[ Crank! ]

[ Thunk! ]

Tongue says needs schmalt!

[ Rattle! ]

[ Normal voice ] oh.

I guess I hate it.

Mung daal: got ya, tongue!

Schmalt coming up!

Respect the tongue.

Chowder: [ deep voice ]

Respect the tongue.

Yeah!

Blech!

Mung daal: oh, you want to

Make some fancy-schmancy food,

Eh?

[ Ting! ]

I like your style!

Purple pea on a platter.

Chowder: [ normal voice ]

Purple pea on a platter?

But I'm hungry!

Mung daal: a well-trained

Tongue wants more sophisticated

Food, chowder.

Chowder: so no more sneeze

Burgers?

Mung daal: I guess that's up

To the tongue.

Chowder: okay, I'll try it.

[ Munch! ]

Still hungry.

[ Deep voice ] tongue loves

Purple pea on a platter.

From now on, all food shall be

Purple pea on a platter.

[ Gasps ]

Mung daal: well, that answers

That.

Purple pea on a platter.

Order up!

Chowder: [ normal voice ]

This so isn't what I signed up

For.

Don't worry, chowder.

Purple pea on a platter is sure

To be a failure.

Sneeze burger, my love, you will

Come back to me soon enough.

Truffles: guess what,

Everybody!

We just got 700 orders for

Purple pea on a platter!

It's a huge hit!

♪ We're in the money ♪

Mung daal: whoo-hoo!

That training paid off!

There's no going back now.

Chowder: mung, I --

Oi.

Mung daal: I know!

I'm excited, too!

Let's get working on some

Orders.

Chowder: mung --

Mung daal: fancy food

Forever!

All hail the tongue!

Chowder: fancy food forever?

[ Irish accent ] oh, me gosh.

I'm going to starve.

[ Normal voice ] a man cannot

Survive on peas alone, mung.

Mung daal: but, chowder, you

Wanted to be my taster.

Chowder: yeah, but I never

Wanted to die!

Truffles: code red!

He's going rogue!

"S.w.a.t." Team, catch it!

[ Buzzes ]

Shnitzel: ah, ha ha ha.

Radda!

[ Powering up ]

Chowder: aaaah!

Aaah!

But I'm sta-a-a-a-rving.

Truffles: you are not

Starving.

It's been one minute since you

Had food, and, besides, peas are

Good for you.

Chowder: no, they're not!

[ Ka-ching! ]

Truffles: quick, tongue, pick

Out some more recipes.

Chowder: you devil woman!

[ Groaning ]

Truffles: [ laughs evilly ]

Money!

[ Laughs ]

Shnitzel: aaaah!

Chowder: feed me! Bl-bl!

Truffles: money! Money!

Bl-bl-bl-bl!

Shnitzel: radda!

Truffles: money!

Shnitzel: radda!

Chowder: [ crying ]

You did this to me!

Bl-bl-bl-bl!

Mung daal: I know, chowder,

But I did it out of love.

Chowder: there is no love in

This house!

Bl-bl-bl-bl!

Mung daal: oh, honey, there's

More love than you could

Imagine.

You see, I love you so much that

I thought I saw great potential

In you as my taster, but now I

Know I was terribly wrong.

I need to accept you as the chef

You are, not the chef I wish you

Would be.

Let's hug it out, pal.

Chowder: but, papa, how are

We gonna fix the tongue?

Mung daal: oh, I thought we

Might bring back a little friend

Of ours called the

Flutternut tart!

[ Chomp! ]

Chowder: [ screaming ]

Truffles: oh, no! The tongue!

Can you taste anything?

Chowder: [ garbled ] not a

Thing!

Truffles: oh, mung, we were

Making so much money!

How could you?!

Mung daal: "how could I not?"

Is the better question.

I mean, let's face it.

That tongue was gross.

[ Baby talk ] and little

Chowder-wowder was hungry.

[ Normal voice ] besides, my new

Tongue is due to arrive any

Second.

Tongue delivery!

Mung daal: see?

[ Chomp! ]

[ Munch! Munch! ]

[ Normal voice ] oops.

Mung daal: I brought this on

Myself.

[ Clears throat ]

Hmm.

Do you have any...pirates?

Chowder: go fish.

What?

Why are you saying, "go fish"?

We're not playing that!

Now, let's see.

Do you have any...

Treasure chests?

Chowder: go fish!

No, I told you, little buddy.

This isn't "go fish."

Quit your messing, boy.

Quit your messing!

Chowder: go fish!

Aah! Aah!

Get away! Shoo! I love fish!

I tell you, I really love fish!

Chowder, help!