Truffles: I gotta little junk-junk, in the trunk-trunk! A little booty-booty, so fresh and fruity, mmmmm! I gotta little rump-rump, and I'll do a little BUMP-BUMP!
Chowder: [thinking] I like thrice cream.
Mung Daal: Chowder! Focus, boy!
Chowder: I am focused!
[makes hand motions]
Mung Daal: [cooking] Time to squeeze in some squash... Make space for some spice... Make room for the mushroom...
[Chowder hears the thrice cream cart and runs away, coming back later]
Chowder: Here's your mushroom!
Mung Daal: But we already...
[looks in the oven to find Truffles in it]
Mung Daal: Not done!
[shuts the oven door. Meanwhile, Chowder hears the thrice cream cart and runs away again]
Mung Daal: We gotta get rid of this kid's thrice cream obsession!
Truffles: [in the oven] Oh, honey...
Mung Daal: Run, man! Run!
[Shnitzel grabs Mung and the two GTFO]
Truffles: [to Mung] Chocolate pudding, vanilla pudding, butterscotch, you are none of these! Tapioca pudding... THIS is you!
Mung Daal: I'm quite proud of my girlish figure, thank you! I caught you staring, Shnitzel!
Chowder: I'm sorry, Thrice Cream Man. I still like you... I just can't be near you, or smell you, or look at you is all.
Mung Daal: Chowder, what are you doing?
Chowder: [straining] I'm trying to grow a beard!
Mung Daal: And why, may I ask, are you trying to do that?
Chowder: Because you said we were making BBQ, and only a real man can make a dish like that!
Mung Daal: Careful, your eyes might pop out!
Chowder: That's okay, I glued them in...
[a beard appears]
Chowder: Perfect! And now for the chest hair!