Why aren't those guys weren't in thongs? Oh, why would you go on a cruise and not wear a thong?
OH, WHAT IS THIS WORLD COMING TO???
Why aren't those guys weren't in thongs? Oh, why would you go on a cruise and not wear a thong?
OH, WHAT IS THIS WORLD COMING TO???
[After Mung sees Shnitzel wearing a hula skirt]
Chowder, I think we've lost Shnitzel to the dark side. Guess it's just you and me, pal.
But, Mung, the dark side looks a lot brighter.
You know, fishing is a great way for men to bond. We've got nothing but time out here. Did I ever tell you the story of my famous 1,000-day fishing trip?
How many days?
1,000.
Oh, my gosh!
[Mung mutters, literally shriveling up with insanity, then turns to Chowder]
Chowder...Sweetheart...Dear Boy...The Blufferfish got away...Because you and your friend Shnitzel wanted to be [looking cute and buck-toothed, waving his hands] a couple of Good Time Charlies!
You wanted to be us? How silly!
Come on, Charlie! Let's go have a good time!
[The Good-time Charlies leave, laughing. Horn honks off-screen]
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?
[Mazipan City cheers]
What the heck are those?
Those are LADIES.
Ladies?
No, no, no. LADIES.
Oh my! I could order a million of you!!!
LADIES!!!
Oh, ladies! You want some squats with that order? [starts squatting]
Chowder! If I met my past self, it could unravel the space-time continuum.
But what does the space-time condiminium have to do with...wait? What're we talking about?
Chowder, listen very carefully. If we alter anything here in the past, it will erase our reality in the present.
[gasps] IT'S YOU AS A KID! You were so green! So...greeeeen... [starts running towards Young Mung frantically] Hiiii. I'm Chooooowder. I know you in the fuuuuutuuure! Fuuuutuure! [Mung pulls Chowder away] FUTURE!
Remember what I've told you, Chowder.
Never eat barbed wire.
Now, Chowder! Do it, now!
[rips off his clothes and runs around naked] Label! Label, label, label! I need a label! Something that tells me what I am! Am I a rabbit? A cat? A baby hippopotamus? This is so uncomfortable! Somebody please label me before it's too late!
[Mung quickly switches the bad Won Ton Bomb dish with the good Won Ton Bomb dish]
[whispers] I've got it, Chowder!
[calmly] That is all.
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