Moody Foodie

Dad, don't forget monkey brains. Yeah, and we need more unicorn testicles. That's where dreams are born. All right, we'll get those, then head back to the restaurant. I just need fresh kale for the burger of the day... "If Looks Could Kale." Ha! Hey, Reggie, I didn't know you guys shopped here for your restaurants. What happened, Pepe? And why is your face painted like a cat? I lost my restaurant. We're trying to cheer him up. I'm a kitty. I'm a kitty. You didn't read the review? Three weeks after the Moody Foody's hatchet job, Pepe's taco joint is a yoga studio. A hot yoga studio. I bet, when it heats up, it smells like taco meat. Like my underwear. The Moody Foody's on a rampage. He nitpicks every little thing, Bob. Because he said that my bread was stale. Well, it is pretty stale, Reggie. That's because I buy day-old bread!