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?
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!
[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!
[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]
Kimchi, I've gotta find a way to break my teeth. [Kimchi pulls out a hammer] A hammer? this'll work great! [hammers a picture which says "HANG IN THERE BABY"] Hmm. I wonder if I'll find a way to break my teeth.