Peanut Butter Battles


 * Chuck: Ketchup Attack! Heh, heh, Yeah. Mustard Attack! Ha, ha, ha! Mayo Attack! Ha, ha, ha! Yeah! No one will stop me this time! Uh-uh.
 * WordGirl: You always say that, Chuck, and yet you always lose.
 * Chuck: Then I guess the odds are in my favor, right? I'm due.
 * WordGirl: No. It doesn't quite work that way.
 * Chuck: Well, I have to win this time. My Mom's threating to cut my evil allowance. Ahem. Allow me to introduce--
 * Narrator: The Peanut Butter Blaster!
 * Chuck: Hey, Hey. I can announce my own inventions!
 * Narrator: Sorry. I over stepped. Heh, heh, heh. Please go on.
 * Chuck: I introduce the Peanut Butter, uh-- What he said. It fires my own peanut butter recipe.
 * WordGirl: Now you're going to shoot peanut butter all over me? Ugh.
 * Chuck: Yeah! Ha, ha, ha!


 * Chuck: Oh, wait, wait, though. WordGirl, before I blast you, uh, could I ask you something?
 * WordGirl: Uh, yeah, shoot. I mean, don't shoot!
 * Chuck: Are you allergic to Peanut Butter?
 * WordGirl: No, actually, I love peanut butter. Hey, but thanks for asking. That was really considerate of you, you know, being that you're a major villain and all.
 * Chuck: You're welcome, WordGirl. And thank you for calling me a major villain. That's flattering. Okay! Where were we? A little help.
 * Narrator: Chuck prepares to demonstrate his latest invention, the peanut--
 * Chuck: The Peanut Butter Blaster! Ha, ha, ha! Yeah! Take that!
 * WordGirl: Gah!
 * Chuck: Ha, ha, ha! Ooh! Here we go!
 * WordGirl: What's going on? I can't move.
 * Chuck: Did I mention it's my super fast drying peanut butter?


 * Chuck: Oh! Then yes! Enveloped! You'll be enveloped in Peanut Butter! Ha, ha, ha! Must be out of peanut butter. Anway, you'll never catch me now!
 * WordGirl: Yes, we will. You're either going home where you always go or to the grocery store to get more peanuts!
 * Chuck: Yeah, well, I might stop off at the bank to make a deposit or maybe gas up my mom's lawn mower for my weekend chores, so you can't really be sure.
 * WordGirl: But, you're still going to the grocery store, aren't you?
 * Chuck: Maybe. Maybe not! But--but maybe.
 * WordGirl: (Grunts) We've gotta stop him! Okay. A little help. Ohh.