Puppet Truffles quotes from Chowder

Radda radda radda, radda radda radda!

You did not say that to Truffles.

Radda!

What did she say back?

[imitating Truffles' yelling] RADDA RADDA RADDA RADDA! RADDA RADDA RADDA RADDA! RADDA RADDA RADDA RADDA! RADDA! RADDA RADDA RADDA! RADDA RADDA... [Puppet Truffles rises up into view, shaking with fury, having to have heard everything; Puppet Mung gets out of the way] Ra...Radda. Radda radda radda radda.

[lividly launches herself at Puppet Shnitzel and attacks him, violently] "RADDA RADDA RADDA!"

[with his new plastic surgery face] Can I help you?

I'm here to deliver your order of momatoes.

Oh, you can put them over there between the 75 massage chairs and the 33 tiger statues.

Okay, that'll be 47 dallops.

Coming right up, my good man. [hums as he checks the money in the money box, but finds it empty; stops humming, freaking out] WE'RE OUT OF MONEY!!!

WHAT?!

RADDA?!

[grabs the delivery man; shaking in fear] DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS, MAN?!

You're not getting your delivery of momatoes?!

NO! WORSE THAN THAT!

Your wife is gonna kill you when she finds out you spent all of the money?!

EVEN WORSE THAN THAT!!!

EVEN WORSE?! [stops himself] I give up. What?

No money means...

...no animation!

What are we gonna do?

Radda radda.

No, we are not going home! We've got to save the show.

But where are we gonna get the money to pay for it?

I think we've made enough to get...

...the animation back. [relieved] Phew. Okay, now we got to replace all the money we took from the money box.

Oh honey I'm feeling better.

[as soup lands in his face burning and screams in pain] My beautiful, expensive face! [his makeover is washed away]

[gasps in shock] Mung?! [growls angrily at him] This isn't a dream!

[nervously] Uh, yes it is.

No! You're NEVER in my dreams. What have you done?!

We spent all the money, that's what.

[gasps] Empty? You're gonna pay me back every last sment!

Mung

I don't want-

NO! Sit down. It's story time.

Did someone say stories? About Mung's past?

Ooh! Radda!

Stories? We like stories! Right, Marzipan City?

[looks at the door as Truffles do the same thing that he does] Boy, they must be searching for gold in there.

I hope they find some, I forgot my textbook.

[after arriving in Chowderland] Honey, you're not gonna believe what Chowder has done!

How do you know it's Chowder?

He signed his name on the lower right-hand corner.

Chowder, I'm not going to make this ridiculous chain recipe.

[gasps loudly in shock] But-but-but-but-but-but what about the bad luck?!

[ripping up the letter] There is no such thing as luck, good or bad. There, you see. [notices a paper cut on his finger] Oh, frapplesauce! I got a paper cut!

[gasps in horror] It's begun!

Huh? What's begun?

The bad luck, since Mung won't make a chain recipe.

Oh! Yep, he's cursed.

Cursed? Come on.

[darkly] CURSED!

It's just a paper cut!

If Mung won't make the chain recipe, then Mung WILL make the chain recipe!

I declare I do not understand I declare.

That's because you're not supposed to understand until after the wipe.

Oh.

[to Truffles] Is he asleep?

Better. He went into the bathroom.

That means we have a good three hours to pull this off. Ready?

[high-five each other] Break!

[dressed up and impersonating Mung Daal] Oh, look at me. I'm Chef Mung Daal. Notice my fancy mustache, pointy ears, and girlish legs.

[pointing the spotlight on him] And the liver spots! Don't forget the liver spots!

Tonight, I am going to kick this chain recipe of Smeanut Blutter Flookies with my young apprentice, Chowder.

[dressed up in Chowder's clothes and hat; annoyed] Radda.

No, Shnitzel. I say things like, "Awesome!" And "Please!" And "Talk to the hand, girlfriend!" And... [spits while spinning his head] And "Well, shoot." Now you try.

[dumbfounded] Radda.

Wow, you're good!

[dragging ingredients for the chain recipe while dressed up as Shnitzel] Why do I got to be Shnitzel? All I say is, "Radda radda this" and "Radda radda that."

"'Radda radda this' and 'Radda radda that.'" Radda radda radda! Radda radda radda radda radda!

Oh, yes, trust me, you do!

[sniffles shamefully] Ra.

Now, let's make that chain recipe once and for all!

Mung

There's only one thing we can do! Get some protection.

You want I should call the cops?

Mung

Not that kind of protection.

Radda Radda Radda?

No, not that kind of protection.

[petting a cat] Aww. Radda radda, Yes, you radda. Yeah, you... [sees Puppet Truffles] Uh, uh...radda.

Ha, ha. You did that, I'm gonna tell everyone about this. [flies off]

[in Shnitzel's body; groaning] What happened?

[in Chowder's body] I'll tell you what happened - you blew us into each other's bodies!

You mean, I'm in Shnitzel's body? Weird. Freaky weird.

That's right. And I'm in YOUR body, Chowder.

[in Mung Daal's body] And me in Mung's! [cries] Which can only mean Shnitzel is-

[in Truffles' body] Radda?! [looks down and sees he has Truffles' breasts; bursts into tears, bawling] Radda radda radda!

Good! Let him deal with all those for stinking hormones. I'm sick of it!

Now everybody, just relax. Man, Chowder's arms are short. The only way to get back to normal, is to find the "Get back to Normal" recipe book.

How convenient.

There it is. Now, if I can just… reach… [tries to reach the book from the shelf but cannot] I can't reach.

How 'bout Shnitzel's body gives you a boost? [lifts and launches Mung through the roof, over the sky, as he lands back crashing the shelf] I'm strong! SO STRONG!!

Truffles! What have you done to my face?!

Oh, it's a long story. Here, finish this order. [whines] I can't do anything right in your body.

Well, I can't cook. I can't reach anything in these arms.

The kitchen is falling apart! What do we do?!

That settles it-- we change back into OUR bodies A.S.A.P. [Chowder bursts into tears, sobbing in a mental breakdown] Chowder! Chowder, what's the matter?

[sobbing] I don't wanna leave Shnitzel's body! Mung, I LOVE IT! Especially the part where I'm strong and tall! And strong!

Are you finished?

Yeah, I'm good. When do we change back to our bodies?