Chowder

(Chowder is purchasing some grubble gum) Chowder: I should get one for Truffles; I remember the last time someone didn't share gum with her. (Chowder trembles in fear as screaming is heard; the scene zooms out to show a man selling screams) Scream Vendor: That'll be one dollar. Chowder: Okay, I'll get this one for Truffles. Sharing is important! Grubble Gum Vendor: Not as important as paying.

(Mung Daal and Chowder are hitting one another with dumplings) Mung Daal: Okay, Chowder, I think the dumplings are fluffed enough. Chowder: Awesome! (Chowder smiles and gives a thumb up, only to have his tooth fall out) Mung Daal: All we have to do is pack 'em up! (Mung Daal takes out a tiny purple pack) Chowder: Girl, that sack is whack! Let the Chow-Man show you how it's done! (Chowder pulls out a giant battleaxe from his pocket)

(Mung chuckles) Panini: Hi Chowder! Chowder: I'm not your boyfriend!

Mung: I was sure that cinnamini tree was around here somewhere. (Shnitzel sneezes, blowing the foliage away from the area) Chowder: Oh, is that it?! Mung: Good eye, Chowder! Here boy! (Mung Daal takes out a treat and tosses it to Chowder, who catches it in his mouth)

(Chowder is reading the instruction card for the board game) Chowder: Now let's see. Rule One: roll the dice! (Chowder grabs and rolls the dice, causing it to break a vase) Chowder: Rule Two: retrieve dice. (Chowder retrieves the dice and continues reading the card) Chowder: Rule Three: take thirty-nine cards from the middle of the deck, fold each in half, then mail back to manufacturer. Wait four to six weeks for cards to be returned, then divide x by the power of nine times the eighth dimension. Add to which of a moving piece, twenty-seven degrees diagonally, among space time continuum! Whoa. Maybe there's something else we can do? Cinnamini Monster: (crying) Chowder: No, don't cry!

Mung: I must tell you i'm a wiz at board games. (rolls dice) Mung: One, yes! (moves piece up one space) Mung: Move back one space, yes! Your turn, Monster. (Monster rolls) Mung: Ohh... Seventy-three, good roll. Well, you won have a good life.

(Shnitzel sneezes on Mung for a second time) Mung: Really... you really did that... again.

Mung: (to Shnitzel) I don't care if you don't want to be the burnt toast, just roll the dice and move your piece. (Shnitzel starts muttering under his breath) (Chowder waves his butt at Shnitzel) Chowder: Shake-a, shake-a, shake-a!

Truffles: (About the Cinnamini monster) What's wrong with his face? Chowder: He's a shut-in. Truffles: Oh. Hey, a board game! Mung: Yes!

Mung: Shnitzel! Shnitzel: Radda? Mung: What do you mean what I've been doing, what I've been playing a board game! Shnitzel: Radda?

Mung: Really poke the bear, wake him up, wake him up!

Truffles: (to Chowder) This is what happens when you don't share.

Mung: (about Chowder) If Truffles asks, we'll say he got eaten by bears.

Grubble Gum Man: Side effects of swallowing Grubble Gum include, but are not limited to, irritability, tennis elbow, toenail discoloration, big nose syndrome, happy liver disease, mobious loops, fat beets, explosive diarrhea, implosive diarrhea... (cupcake and slice of cake squish him)

Mung: Oh, you rolled a 96! (monster flicks it) Oh, my bad. You rolled a 2. Shnitzel: Radda radda. (picks up card that says "Radda Radda Radda") Mung: Chest of Dreams! That puts you ahead of the Monster! (Monster gasps and puts away board game, and takes out new one)

Gazpacho: I'm thinking of becoming a ninja. Customer: Uh-huh. Gazpacho: I've got the moves. Customer: Uh-huh. Gazpacho: I've got the mental aspect. Customer: Yeah. Gazpacho: You know what I mean. Customer: Uh-huh. Gazpacho: You with me? (huge wad of rolling gum overshadows them) Chowder: Hi, Gazpacho! Gazpacho: I regret nothing. (gum crushes his store)

Mung: Okay, well, I'm open to suggestions. Kiwi: End the show now. Mung: No, no. That's no good.

Truffles: I knew it! I knew you had gum and didn't share! Chowder: I-I-I almost shared it with you! Truffles: I-I almost am not gonna kill you!

Truffles: I still smell gum. Heh, I hope I don't have gum stuck in my nose again.

Mung: We got to get rid of this gum before Truffles sees it. Shnitzel: Radda radda radda radda. Mung: No, we can't chuck him into the furnace.

Chowder: Mung, I wanna go home Mung: This is home, Chowder. This is home.

Mung: Okay team! Group huddle! This is out of control! If we don't win a game soon, we'll never get out of here! Chowder: And he is almost out of snacks! (in a fake British accent) I'm hungry, Mung, I really am.

Mung: If I have to ask a 26th time, I'll... uh... it's no use!

Chowder: Hey, Mung Daal, I can see under your nose! You gots a booger!