Enjoy your Sloppy Joseph.
- Ew. - Gross.
Baron Draxum, we have a code red.
Bah, bah, bah.
I'm dealing with a situation, O'Neil.
- Dale, pick up that napkin! - It's not mine.
Whoa! Waah!
Okay, okay!
Mommy!
Ah! - Recycling!
Draxum, you promised not to use your yokai powers
in front of people.
But it makes things so much more efficient.
Why shouldn't I?
Because of this letter I found in your mailbox.
Ah, my mailbox. What is a mailbox?
"The Lunch Lady Association is honored to declare Barry Draxum
"Lunch Person of the Month
for his excellence in lunchroomery."
And the superintendent of lunchrooms, Vivian Slopworth,
is coming today to present your award.
This is marvelous!
It's about time the human worms show the great Baron Draxum
the respect he commands!
Ooh!
No, this is bad. Do you wanna blow your cover?
Because that's what's gonna happen
if Slopworth sees how you run things.
What is wrong with how I run things?
I find this warm, moist ecosystem
really keeps the baloney soft.
Uh.
Oh, boy, if the big boss sees this mystic stuff,
you're outta here. We need help.
Mikey, we have a code double red.
The superintendent of lunchrooms
is coming to tour Draxum's kitchen.
- I can't hear you, April, I'm saving New York!
- Whoo!
It looks like you're go-karting.
- I'm not go-karting, and I still can't hear you!
- Ha! - Aah!
Okay, we have got to clean this up
before Slopworth gets here. - You mean her?
Oh, boy.
Okay, look, Draxy. You keep her busy,
and I'll take care of--
This whole situation. - Got it.
You, quit stirring that pot of mystery meat,
and get rid of everything in here that's still alive.
You, get a bucket of suds
and start making this place spotless.
I don't care how long you've been working here.
I'm a vertebrate, so I'm in charge.
Welcome to the caf, your excellency.
Delighted.
I was very impressed by how low your costs are.
How do you run this entire place by yourself?
Draxum prides himself on efficiency.
You have children eat from a trough?
Uh...
That's exactly what I suggested on my first day.
No one listened!
"They'll burn their hands," they all said.
The weaker ones do,
but we're trying to cull the herd.
Now let's see what you've done to this kitchen.
Uh, kitchen?
Ooh!
♪ ♪
Time to open the kitchen...
After a gentle push of this unlocked swinging door, April!
Hah!
Aah!
Mmm, mmm, these nuggets are delicious!
Mmm! - Right?
Why use costly chicken
when there are dozens of birds out by the trash?
Anywho, this is my unpaid intern, April.
Cha-ching.
Superintendent Slopworth!
I've heard so much about you in the last ten minutes.
I'm a big fan of the cafeteria arts.
Call me Viv.
I hope you'll join us for Barry's banquet tonight.
Banquet?
What a perfect way for my subjects--
I mean, colleagues, to kneel at my feet!
I thought we'd have it right here in your cafeteria.
I've invited every lunch lady in the district.
Really? Here?
What better place than the finest cafeteria
in our whole district?
You have a great point.
I am the best! - Aah, ooh, aah!
Would you like to see how I organize the sporks, Viv?
You have a spork system?
Ooh!
Ooh, aah!
Gotcha! Hmm.
Whoa!
Aah!
Whaa-- Ooh!
Get back here you sloppy goblin!
Aah!
Ha ha!
Gotcha!
Hot soup, baby!
Problem solved!
I thought you were saving the city.
And you were my next stop.
Now what's this about the superintendent
checking up on Draxum?
- O'Neil! - Uh...
What is the status? - Draxum!
Why was there an ooze-squito in your kitchen?
Well, I don't know.
Okay, I was going to turn
that Dale kid into a cantaloupe mutant.
His head--come on, it looks just like one!
Because you couldn't give up your mystic stuff,
there's now a mutant inside that locker!
I got you a swank apartment, and this sweet job,
and you're risking it all to play with ooze-squitos!?
Are you trying to get thrown in the Hidden City Prison?
Huh? - No.
Ooh! Ah!
Draxum, no!
both: No!
Byah.
Ooh.
Please, please, stop the mystic stuff.
You almost blew your cover again.
But we have to stop him.
I'm about to receive the Lunch Person of the Month Award,
which I can only assume is the highest human honor!
Where'd you go, Barry?
He must not ruin it for me.
You have done enough.
Keep the superintendent busy,
and we'll go deal with Sloppy Joseph.
Yah!
Aah! Oof!
When he eats, he grows?
When he eats he grows!
Ha ha! Yes!
Take a look at that, Barry.
A statue of me made of fish sticks?
In my previous life,
naturally I assumed they would build statues in my honor,
but even I never imagined such beautiful breading.
Oh! Oh, no.
Aw, man. - Mikey!
He's after the sugar machine!
Okay, this isn't going as planned.
both: What?
Lunch ladies and lunch gentlemen,
this room says it all.
The best-managed cafeteria in the district!
I proudly present the Golden Hairnet
to Lunch Person of the Month, Barry Draxum!
Ha ha, thank you.
Whoo.
I humbly accept this totem of your eternal worship.
As the greatest among you, I--
My lowly lunch subjects, remain calm!
There's a simple human explanation for this harmless--
My statue!
This monster must be slain!
Barry, no mystic stuff!
- What!? - No, no, no.
Totally explainable common beast,
as lord of the lunchroom, I command you to stand down.
Ugh?
- My hair! - Your excellency!
No!
Draxum, what are you doing?
Fine, no mystic stuff.
Ooh!
What am I gonna do?
Sloppy Joseph!
You're about to get served!
♪ ♪
Wah-tah!
Come and get it, lunch meat!
Aah! Infinity sauce cannon!
Battle ladles of justice! Hyah, hyah!
Ooh, ha, nyuh! Hyuh!
♪ ♪
Hyah!
- Aah! - Ooh.
♪ ♪
- Hyah!
Eeyh!
I'm revoking your award, Draxum.
As you wish, your excellency.
Don't worry, Barry.
We've all had to deal with an occasional meat goblin.
Just last week,
one of my chalupas took out the entire debate team.
The point is, you're one of us now.
And what happens in the lunchroom
stays in the lunchroom.
♪ ♪
Aah, mmm.
You lucked out this time, Barry.
From now on, no more mystic stuff.
Promise me that!
I promise on my fish stick statue.
both: Okay.
Hungry buddy?
Yes, you are.
Hmm.
We better not overdo it.