♪ Camp Lakebottom, where the zombies drool! ♪
[Scream]
♪ Camp Lakebottom, where the spooks are cool! ♪
♪ Camp Lakebottom! Don't eat that food! ♪
♪ Camp Lakebottom! ♪
♪ Bring your monster attitude! ♪
♪ Camp Lakebottom! ♪
♪ Yeah! Camp Lakebottom! ♪
What?
MCGEE: Dear Mom.
The trouble with Camp Lakebottom is
we always have to eat and run!
Slammin' Cannonball!
No Brainer Half Gainer!
SQUIRT: [Giggling] Whale Belly Flop!
Woo‐hoo!
[Both gasp]
ROSEBUD: Snackies!
Come and get it, camperlings!
I'm starving! Whatcha got?
Beetle shell pasta and toasty beak bites!
Why do your snacks always have to crawl?
BUTTSQUAT: Nice snack, Loserbottoms!
[Chewing]
Feast your eyes on Cheesy Spaghetti a la Squat,
cooked by Chef Moi!
♪ [French accordion music] ♪
[Phone dialing]
One order of Cheesy Spaghetti a la Squat.
[Laughter]
That spaghetti isn't the only thing
around here that's cheesy.
Right, McGee? Uh oh...
[Gasp] Cheese...
Thanks, but no thanks, Buttsquat.
We can't get enough of these itty bitty, toasty beak bites.
[Awkward chuckling] [Munching]
Can't... resist...
real... food!
Yeesss! No.
[Famished moan]
Sorry, Rosebud. I cracked.
You think cooking for picky campers is easy?
You do it!
But beware, Mr. Smarty Chef...
cooking can be dangerous business!
When it's your cooking,
eating is "dangerous business".
ROSEBUD: I heard that. Relax.
Chef McGee is in the kitchen! Aw yeah!
Dream on, McDream‐on!
You wouldn't know a flipper thingie
from a frying pan thingie.
Pfft!
I could out‐cook you any day, Buttburn!
Oh yeah? Yeah!
Oh yeah?
Oh boy, here it comes.
YEAH!
Oh yeah? YEAH!
BOTH: COOK OFF!
Presenting...
the first ever Camp Sunny Smiles‐Lakebottom
Chow Down Throw Down!
Today's challenge is...
Chili!
Behold the cauldrons of gastronomical glory.
Prepare to be blown away
by my Squatblaster Eleven‐Alarm Chili!
What's this thing?
My McSpicy Apoca‐Lyp‐Smacking Chili
will blast your chili out of the...
uh... pot with uh...
mixing and cutting up stuff, I guess.
You've never cooked in your life, have you?
My tummy is already upset.
Pfft, how hard can it be?
I'll just do what Rosebud does,
except I'll make it good.
ROSEBUD: I heard that, too.
Chefs, here are your ingredient baskets.
Now, go get your ingredients!
Oh yeah, food fans!
This cook off just took off!
You heard Armand.
Let's get shopping!
Indigestion here we come!
Whatever, weirdoes.
[Dialing phone] Yeah, I need a delivery of...
stuff that goes in chili.
And now, introducing the judge
for this culinary crossfire...
[Laughs]
Judge Rosebud,
what are you looking for in today's Cook Off?
Just a quiet spa day. [Giggles]
And to see the smirk wiped off McGee's face!
[Crash]
[Helicopter sound]
Can opener... Can opener...
[Growl]
Ugh!
This'll do!
Seriously?
Chef Buttsquat, what's the winning secret
of your chili?
Secret? There's no secret!
Outta my way! Gotta do cheffy stuff!
Chef McGee's really showing his culinary chops
with these tough tomatoes.
Hey, tomatoes!
I've seen better looking vines holding up monkeys!
[Laughter]
Hope you don't taste as bad as you aim!
Urk!
[Gurgle] Mmm...
In the line of fire and it tastes so good.
[Straining efforts]
Ahh!
[Sigh of relief]
Ahh! Oof!
Chef Buttsquat is showing unorthodox flair...
and an inability to find a can opener.
What? Uh, uh, no cans here!
Oof!
Dented but intact,
unlike Chef Buttsquat!
Back to you!
SAWYER: Even an expert chef would think twice
about harvesting the Lakebottom Yak Bean.
Luckily, thinking has never been an issue for Chef McGee.
There's one!
[Yak snorts] Ugh!
Bad yak! Bad yak!
[Screams]
Whoa!
YESSS!
Chili time.
Let's stir things up, people!
Uh... stirring is a cooking word, right?
Beans! Tomatoes!
Ugh... Are those feet clean?
No way, toe jam adds zest!
Reeek!
We could ask Rosebud if we're doing it right...
No Rosebud!
Chef McGee's got this.
Heh‐heh...
let McYuck waste time actually cooking.
Once this heats up, I am done‐zo.
Your key ingredient appears to be pre‐cooked,
microwaveable, uh, chili.
Anything else, Chef?
Plus...
my own super secret, super hot Squatsauce...
that I bought myself.
Gah!
We might want to call the fire department.
So ya like it hot, do ya?
Uh... where'd that come from?
Rosebud's padlocked, chained up,
"Do Not Open" danger cupboard.
See? Cooking is easy.
And if a little is good...
BOTH: NOOO!
Pretty!
Ahh! Not pretty!
[Roar]
Disqualification!
McCheater's Chili is out of bounds!
Yikes!
What is our ruling, Judge Rosebud?
Oof! Ow!
Chili's still in play.
A Chef has to teach the food who's the boss.
Now... more rolling!
Oh! Oh yeah...
oh... ooh... that's the stuff.
Ha!
If you can't stand the heat, Lamesquat,
get out of the Cook Off!
No way!
[Roaring]
Gah!
Ever heard of mouthwash?
Holy heartburn, it's Chili‐zuma's Revenge!
This Chili Chow Down Throw Down
is really heating up.
May the best Chef...
SURVIVE!
[Roaring]
Gaaah! Hot! Hot! Hot!
Just a tad overdone?
[Roaring]
Eat flame retardant foam, Bean Breath!
You know, maybe now's a good time
to ask Rosebud for help. Ya think?
[Roaring]
ALL: ROSEBUUUD!
Rosebud! Ya gotta help us!
What's the magic word?
SQUIRT: Aaahh!
[Chuckles] That's not it!
[Screaming]
What are you gonna do now, Chili Chump?
Way to make it angrier!
Oof! McGee, just apologize to Rosebud!
Okay! I was wrong.
Cooking isn't easy...
especially at Lakebottom where the food fights back!
And?
And... I love your food.
What? I didn't quite hear you.
[Roaring]
Gahh! I LOVE YOUR FOOD!
Aww!
You didn't have to say that. [Chuckles]
Will someone come up with a plan?
I got a plan!
[Screaming]
H‐h‐hey!
Time to chill out this Chili Ogre!
[Growling]
It's working!
Take that you overgrown pile ‐
Why are you stopping?
We're out of water.
When food goes this bad,
it's time to change the recipe.
Right on, Chef Rosebud!
RUN!
[Roaring]
No chili meal is complete without side dishes.
Fire coleslaw!
Yes! We cole‐slaw‐tered him!
Ugh.
Fire cheese cannon!
This better be goud‐a.
That cheese won't hold for long.
I need that sour cream, Rosebud!
You think it's easy milking a sour bat cow?
They're grumpy!
That Ogre's really hot under the collar.
And over the collar.
[Roar]
There's only one way to know what this chili needs...
a taste test!
You're either braver or dumber than I thought.
I knew my grandma's oven mitt
would come in handy some day!
A cast‐iron stomach would help too.
ROSEBUD: Here, Chef.
May you taste sweet victory and not bitter defeat.
[Roar]
McGEE: En garde! You can make us fart, Chili,
but you cannot take our delicious FREEDOMMM!
[Ogre laughs]
[Roars]
Taste this!
Hooo! Ha‐ha‐ha!
Whoa!
[Screams]
Ha! Hoo!
Ha‐hah!
Uh oh.
Well?
Gimme a sec...
Gah!
[Slurp]
Not bad.
Needs... onions.
BOTH: Yes, Chef! [Sniffles]
No time for tears!
BOTH: Onions up!
So is the sour cream!
[Ogre gasps in pain]
McGoofy's that way!
Gah! [Sigh of relief]
This is your fault, McGee!
What a battle, folks.
And now the moment of truth.
Who is the winner of the Chow Down Throw Down?
[Slurp]
Mmm...
It is spicy and, oh, creamy ‐
[Gag] Ugh!
With a Buttsquat aftertaste!
No winner!
Oh yes there is!
Winner and still Champion...
Chef Rosebud!
[Cheering]
Pfft...
I taste pretty good ‐ [Burp] Spicy!
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