Won-Ton Bombs


 * Chowder: And we've brought a surprise for you too.
 * Mung: Well, I like surprises.
 * Master: Hey, hey, I know you. You are Chef Mung Daal?
 * Chowder: Do you like your surprise, Mung?


 * Mung: I've never seen this man before in my life.
 * Master: No. Bad chef, bad chef, go lay down.
 * Chowder: Hey. Mung's not a bad chef. He's a good one.
 * Master: Yeah? Who told you that? I know. The trueth for the young. So, so. You see I'm Mung's cooking master.
 * Chowder: You were Mung's old cooking master? My master's master?


 * Master: That's right I am.


 * Master: I will tell you a stoey about Mung's miserable past now.
 * Mung: Okay, okay. This is my cooing master.


 * Mung: And yes, I've made a few mistakes. But, I'm a good...
 * Master: No. It's story time. Sit.


 * Master: No. Go stand over there. Mung Daal's biggest faiulutre, Wong-Ton Bomb. Featuring an enterain bubble form.


 * Master: Good choice.


 * Master: Impossible. No. One to-bomb takes all day to cook.


 * Master: Very well. But, if you mess up, I'll call you failure for life. Now, you must focus like never before.
 * Young mung: Focus. Hey, what are those?
 * Master: Those are ladies.


 * Master: Remmeber, focus.
 * Young Mung: Oh, oh, sorry, sorry. What?


 * Master: Young Mung, where's that order?
 * Young Mung: Here you are, Master.


 * Chowder: Did they explode?


 * Guy: Come on. Let's get a sandwich.


 * Chowder: I wish there was someway we could go back in time nad make those twon-ton bombs all over again.
 * Mung: Back in time? Chowder, that's it, my boy. Do you realize what this means?
 * Chowder: No. No, I don't.
 * Mung: I'm gonna need your help.
 * Chowder: My help?
 * Mung: Your help.
 * Chowder: Awesome.
 * Mung: Now, get me a hand will ya?


 * Chowder: Excuse me, Low-Man. I have something to ask ya.
 * Mung: That's right.


 * Master: Ah, yes. Good choice, good choice.


 * Mung: Quick. Now's our chance.
 * Chowder: I have chances. Woo-hoo! We did it. We're in the entertainign though bubble, Mung.
 * Mung: Now, just a minute, Chowder. We're back in time.
 * Chowder: Well, whatever we are. We're landing in the sloppy pudding.
 * Mung: There. It's time. Now, remember what I told you.


 * Mung: Good. And?
 * Chowder: And switch these tasting good won-ton bombs with the bad ones.
 * Mung: Good. And one more very important...
 * Chowder: Yeah, yeah, yeah. (Gasps) Look, Mung, it's you as a kid.


 * Mung: Chowder, no!
 * Chowder: But, he's you as a kid. My name's Chowder. I know you in the future. Future.
 * Mung: Chowder!
 * Chowder: Future. Future. Future.
 * Mung: No, Chowder, that's not okay.
 * Chowder: But, you don't wanna meet yourself as a kid?
 * Mung: No, no. If I met my pastself it could space time contium.


 * Chowder: Wait a minute. What are we talking about again?
 * MUng: Chowder, listen carefully. If we altered anything here in the past. It will change our reality in the present.


 * Chowder: We've switched the won-ton bombs now, Captain Mung?
 * Mung: No. Not yet, boy.


 * Chowder: How about now, Captain?
 * Mung: No. Stop calling me captain.
 * Chowder: Now?
 * Mung: No. Okay, now! Do it what I told you go!


 * Chowder: Hey, hey, look at me. What am I? A rabbit? A baby hippo? Come on, people. Purple flurp? Bnny like ears? Or stripe tail? Somebody label me before it's too late. This is so comfortable.
 * Mung: Okay, Chowder, we're good.
 * Chowder: That is all.
 * Master: Young Mung! Where's that order?
 * Young Mung: Here you are, Master.