Bunnicula (2016) s01e20 Episode Script
Ghost Chef
1
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(SNARLING)
(CACKLES)
And now for my
piece de resistance,
a dish from the
master herself,
the late, great
Madame Acoutrement.
Uh
I guess it looks sort of like
the picture.
Ahhh! Ew.
-Oh.
-(STEWPOT RATTLES)
Oh, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Not again.
Ahhh! Take cover!
(STEWPOT EXPLODES)
(SIGHS) Well, back to
square one.
At least another
trip to the market
will be a nice
break from failure.
Hopefully, seventh time's
the charm.
Aw. Poor Mina.
Poor Mina? Poor us.
We've had to
choke down those first
six disgusting tries.
I've only got nine lives, Man.
Wow, look at this
(SNIFFS)
(GAGGING)
All right, let's see
what Mina's been
working with here.
Mmm. Le Cooking with
Renee Acoutrement.
No wonder she's been
struggling with this dish.
The whole cookbook
is in French.
Hmm?
CHESTER: What?
What are you looking at?
(MUMBLES) A-ha!
No.
No vampire-bunny weirdness
this time.
This is Mina's
home ec assignment,
and it's up to her
HAROLD: (SLURPS)
Oh, come on, Harold!
How can you still be eating
that stuff?
It's like pizza.
Even when it's bad,
it's still good.
(GAGGING)
MADAME: Bonjour.
Ta-da!
Parlez-vous francais?
(SCREECHES) The lady!
(STAMMERING) The book lady.
CHESTER: Ahhh!
(BREATHING RAPIDLY)
(FRENCH ACCENT)
Your friend is
a bit high-strung?
-Mmm-hmm.
-(GASPS) Tour de France.
(WHISPERING) Harold, there's
a ghost in the kitchen.
Why is there a ghost lady in
the kitchen?
(LAUGHS) Silly kitty.
I prefer the term,
"Living impaired."
(PURRS) (GIGGLES)
He tells me that your Mina,
she's preparing my most
famous dish.
-May I take a look?
-(TALKS GIBBERISH)
(RETCHES)
-(DISH GROWLS)
-Ahhh!
(GASPS)
(GROWLS)
(EXCLAIMS) Uh-oh.
(LAUGHS)
Oh, Bunnicula, you are always
such the prankster.
To think that some amateur
cook would make a mockery
of my most famous dish.
(CHUCKLES)
If someone was ever to do
such a thing,
I would bake her into a pie,
and feed her to the
hounds of the underworld.
(LAUGHS)
(LAUGHS) Yeah, a joke.
Well, it was really nice to
meet you, Madame.
I'm sure you're a very, very,
very busy ghost,
so, uh, you can
feel free to just scoot off
Nonsense. I would be more than
happy to fix her.
(CLEARS THROAT) Fix the dish.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
Really, that's fine.
-You can just
-No. No, really.
I insist.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Now, then, first things first.
Harold, you're on floor duty.
-Clean up this mess.
-Oh, boy, my speciality.
(SLURPS)
And, my little scaredy-cat, if
you could
Oh, no, no, no, no, I'll just
be observing today.
Suit yourself.
Our greatest ingredients
are love and fun
A friendly helping hand will
help you get the job done
La la la la
la la la la
(HUMMING)
Ahhh!
Psst, Bunnicula.
What have you gotten us into?
Mina's gonna come back
from the store any second now.
If she sees her ghost-cooking
idol floating around,
she's gonna flip.
MINA: (VOCALIZING) I'm home.
(CHESTER GASPS)
Mina's back.
(WHISTLING)
(GASPS) What in the world?
Ah, this kitchen isn't half as
bad as I remember.
That fresh air must have done
me some good.
-Why are we in the pantry?
-Shh.
If she sees or hears you,
Mina will freak.
I'm sorry, but you have to
leave.
My darling,
I wouldn't
think of leaving until the
dish is perfect.
And it must be, perfect.
I'm sure it's amazing. Really.
-(BOTTLES CLATTERING)
-Uh, uh-oh.
If it is recipe from
Madame Acoutrement,
nothing but the best will do.
Nothing!
MINA: What on Earth is that
rumbling sound?
(STOMACH RUMBLING)
Oh.
(CHUCKLES)
Harold, is that your
rumbly tummy?
Did you eat up all the mess
while I was gone?
Chubby bunny.
Huh, the dish looks better
than I remember, too.
Guess it just needed time
to settle.
Ah! Ew.
(SLURPS) Oh, that is good.
Um, it's missing
something, though.
(GIGGLES) I see.
She is a jokester as well.
Bananas!
Bananas? (HISSES)
(GHOST WHOOSHES BY)
Uh, Harold?
Ah, is that your tummy?
You sure you're feeling okay?
Oh, man, I spilled the salt.
-Oh, that's bad luck.
-Oh, yes.
It is indeed bad luck for you,
Mademoiselle.
It is time for a brand new
recipe for revenge.
This bad cook
must be stopped
And brought to her knees
I'm going to have
to take her
And bake her
To one thousand degrees
Well, what is it they say?
A pinch of salt over the
shoulder is good luck.
Ah, couldn't hurt.
(GHOST SCREAMS)
(GASPS) Salt! That's it.
Salt wards off ghosts.
All right, guys,
here's the plan.
Get all the table salt we have
in the house
and anything
else that's salty too.
I'm talking chips,
crackers, pretzels,
Epsom salts, whatever.
Just grab it all,
and we will save Mina
and drive Madame Acoutrement
out of this house for good.
-(BUBBLES BURSTING)
-(BUNNICULA HUMMING)
Ugh!
(MAN HUMMING)
-MAN: Quack, quack.
-BUNNICULA: Ew!
MAN: Hey, Mr. Quacky,
how are you?
I'm fine. (CHUCKLES)
All right, salty foods.
Let's see.
Oh, pickles are salty.
Oh, boy, that chef lady will
hate these.
Probably wouldn't hurt to have
one little one.
Got to keep my strength up.
(MUNCHES)
Probably wouldn't hurt to have
two little ones.
Got to keep my strength up.
(MUNCHES)
HAROLD: Probably
wouldn't hurt to have
three little ones.
Now to dispose of this
abomination.
(TALKING GIBBERISH)
(YELPS)
Uh
(TALKING GIBBERISH)
Hold it right there.
Move one more inch
and I'll put this
organically grown
artisanal carrot
from the finest
fields in France
right down the
garbage disposal.
(SHRIEKS)
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
That's right, you give up.
I ought to dispose of you and
your friends instead
for this headache.
-(MOANING)
-(CHESTER GASPS)
Harold!
You ate all the pickles?
We needed those to
ward off that ghost.
I'm sorry.
Hmm.
Maybe we can work with this.
I could destroy Mina's
disgusting dish,
but she will just remake it
again and again.
It is the cook who
must be destroyed.
The kitchen is closed!
This salty dog is packing
fourteen thousand grams
of sodium, baby.
-(FIRING PICKLES)
-Ahhh!
(YELLING IN SLOW MOTION)
Ahhh!
(RETCHING)
Huh. Another mess.
You guys better have
not gotten any of that
into my dish.
(SLURPS) Oh, my gosh!
This is amazing.
The bananas were the
perfect ingredient.
I am a genius.
I must document my success
with a selfie.
What? That's impossible.
(SLURPS) Mmm.
Sacrebleu!
It is a masterpiece.
But, to balance it with a bit
of the savory,
I might
personally add just a tiny
pinch of
Salt.
Oh. (SNIFFLES)
It is so
Beautiful.
(SKIN BURNS) Oh!
(SLURPS) Mmm.
Salty ghost tears.
My friends, I am so sorry for
my behavior.
Can you ever forgive me?
No. (TALKS GIBBERISH)
Bunnicula, the great
artisanal carrot,
it is yours.
A peace offering.
(EXCLAIMS)
(SUCKING)
And, please, send my
compliments
to the new Master chef.
Viva la Mina!
Picture time, boys.
Everybody in.
-Say cheese!
-Mmm.
-Harold, no!
-(SHUTTER CLICKS)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(SNARLING)
(CACKLES)
And now for my
piece de resistance,
a dish from the
master herself,
the late, great
Madame Acoutrement.
Uh
I guess it looks sort of like
the picture.
Ahhh! Ew.
-Oh.
-(STEWPOT RATTLES)
Oh, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Not again.
Ahhh! Take cover!
(STEWPOT EXPLODES)
(SIGHS) Well, back to
square one.
At least another
trip to the market
will be a nice
break from failure.
Hopefully, seventh time's
the charm.
Aw. Poor Mina.
Poor Mina? Poor us.
We've had to
choke down those first
six disgusting tries.
I've only got nine lives, Man.
Wow, look at this
(SNIFFS)
(GAGGING)
All right, let's see
what Mina's been
working with here.
Mmm. Le Cooking with
Renee Acoutrement.
No wonder she's been
struggling with this dish.
The whole cookbook
is in French.
Hmm?
CHESTER: What?
What are you looking at?
(MUMBLES) A-ha!
No.
No vampire-bunny weirdness
this time.
This is Mina's
home ec assignment,
and it's up to her
HAROLD: (SLURPS)
Oh, come on, Harold!
How can you still be eating
that stuff?
It's like pizza.
Even when it's bad,
it's still good.
(GAGGING)
MADAME: Bonjour.
Ta-da!
Parlez-vous francais?
(SCREECHES) The lady!
(STAMMERING) The book lady.
CHESTER: Ahhh!
(BREATHING RAPIDLY)
(FRENCH ACCENT)
Your friend is
a bit high-strung?
-Mmm-hmm.
-(GASPS) Tour de France.
(WHISPERING) Harold, there's
a ghost in the kitchen.
Why is there a ghost lady in
the kitchen?
(LAUGHS) Silly kitty.
I prefer the term,
"Living impaired."
(PURRS) (GIGGLES)
He tells me that your Mina,
she's preparing my most
famous dish.
-May I take a look?
-(TALKS GIBBERISH)
(RETCHES)
-(DISH GROWLS)
-Ahhh!
(GASPS)
(GROWLS)
(EXCLAIMS) Uh-oh.
(LAUGHS)
Oh, Bunnicula, you are always
such the prankster.
To think that some amateur
cook would make a mockery
of my most famous dish.
(CHUCKLES)
If someone was ever to do
such a thing,
I would bake her into a pie,
and feed her to the
hounds of the underworld.
(LAUGHS)
(LAUGHS) Yeah, a joke.
Well, it was really nice to
meet you, Madame.
I'm sure you're a very, very,
very busy ghost,
so, uh, you can
feel free to just scoot off
Nonsense. I would be more than
happy to fix her.
(CLEARS THROAT) Fix the dish.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
Really, that's fine.
-You can just
-No. No, really.
I insist.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Now, then, first things first.
Harold, you're on floor duty.
-Clean up this mess.
-Oh, boy, my speciality.
(SLURPS)
And, my little scaredy-cat, if
you could
Oh, no, no, no, no, I'll just
be observing today.
Suit yourself.
Our greatest ingredients
are love and fun
A friendly helping hand will
help you get the job done
La la la la
la la la la
(HUMMING)
Ahhh!
Psst, Bunnicula.
What have you gotten us into?
Mina's gonna come back
from the store any second now.
If she sees her ghost-cooking
idol floating around,
she's gonna flip.
MINA: (VOCALIZING) I'm home.
(CHESTER GASPS)
Mina's back.
(WHISTLING)
(GASPS) What in the world?
Ah, this kitchen isn't half as
bad as I remember.
That fresh air must have done
me some good.
-Why are we in the pantry?
-Shh.
If she sees or hears you,
Mina will freak.
I'm sorry, but you have to
leave.
My darling,
I wouldn't
think of leaving until the
dish is perfect.
And it must be, perfect.
I'm sure it's amazing. Really.
-(BOTTLES CLATTERING)
-Uh, uh-oh.
If it is recipe from
Madame Acoutrement,
nothing but the best will do.
Nothing!
MINA: What on Earth is that
rumbling sound?
(STOMACH RUMBLING)
Oh.
(CHUCKLES)
Harold, is that your
rumbly tummy?
Did you eat up all the mess
while I was gone?
Chubby bunny.
Huh, the dish looks better
than I remember, too.
Guess it just needed time
to settle.
Ah! Ew.
(SLURPS) Oh, that is good.
Um, it's missing
something, though.
(GIGGLES) I see.
She is a jokester as well.
Bananas!
Bananas? (HISSES)
(GHOST WHOOSHES BY)
Uh, Harold?
Ah, is that your tummy?
You sure you're feeling okay?
Oh, man, I spilled the salt.
-Oh, that's bad luck.
-Oh, yes.
It is indeed bad luck for you,
Mademoiselle.
It is time for a brand new
recipe for revenge.
This bad cook
must be stopped
And brought to her knees
I'm going to have
to take her
And bake her
To one thousand degrees
Well, what is it they say?
A pinch of salt over the
shoulder is good luck.
Ah, couldn't hurt.
(GHOST SCREAMS)
(GASPS) Salt! That's it.
Salt wards off ghosts.
All right, guys,
here's the plan.
Get all the table salt we have
in the house
and anything
else that's salty too.
I'm talking chips,
crackers, pretzels,
Epsom salts, whatever.
Just grab it all,
and we will save Mina
and drive Madame Acoutrement
out of this house for good.
-(BUBBLES BURSTING)
-(BUNNICULA HUMMING)
Ugh!
(MAN HUMMING)
-MAN: Quack, quack.
-BUNNICULA: Ew!
MAN: Hey, Mr. Quacky,
how are you?
I'm fine. (CHUCKLES)
All right, salty foods.
Let's see.
Oh, pickles are salty.
Oh, boy, that chef lady will
hate these.
Probably wouldn't hurt to have
one little one.
Got to keep my strength up.
(MUNCHES)
Probably wouldn't hurt to have
two little ones.
Got to keep my strength up.
(MUNCHES)
HAROLD: Probably
wouldn't hurt to have
three little ones.
Now to dispose of this
abomination.
(TALKING GIBBERISH)
(YELPS)
Uh
(TALKING GIBBERISH)
Hold it right there.
Move one more inch
and I'll put this
organically grown
artisanal carrot
from the finest
fields in France
right down the
garbage disposal.
(SHRIEKS)
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
That's right, you give up.
I ought to dispose of you and
your friends instead
for this headache.
-(MOANING)
-(CHESTER GASPS)
Harold!
You ate all the pickles?
We needed those to
ward off that ghost.
I'm sorry.
Hmm.
Maybe we can work with this.
I could destroy Mina's
disgusting dish,
but she will just remake it
again and again.
It is the cook who
must be destroyed.
The kitchen is closed!
This salty dog is packing
fourteen thousand grams
of sodium, baby.
-(FIRING PICKLES)
-Ahhh!
(YELLING IN SLOW MOTION)
Ahhh!
(RETCHING)
Huh. Another mess.
You guys better have
not gotten any of that
into my dish.
(SLURPS) Oh, my gosh!
This is amazing.
The bananas were the
perfect ingredient.
I am a genius.
I must document my success
with a selfie.
What? That's impossible.
(SLURPS) Mmm.
Sacrebleu!
It is a masterpiece.
But, to balance it with a bit
of the savory,
I might
personally add just a tiny
pinch of
Salt.
Oh. (SNIFFLES)
It is so
Beautiful.
(SKIN BURNS) Oh!
(SLURPS) Mmm.
Salty ghost tears.
My friends, I am so sorry for
my behavior.
Can you ever forgive me?
No. (TALKS GIBBERISH)
Bunnicula, the great
artisanal carrot,
it is yours.
A peace offering.
(EXCLAIMS)
(SUCKING)
And, please, send my
compliments
to the new Master chef.
Viva la Mina!
Picture time, boys.
Everybody in.
-Say cheese!
-Mmm.
-Harold, no!
-(SHUTTER CLICKS)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)