♪♪♪
(Loud rumbling, crows caw)
(Rumbling) - Awwww!
(Loud rumbling)
(Loud Rumbling)
(Blocks crash) - Hey!
(Stomach grumbles) - Sorry, it's my belly.
He's jonesing for some pizza.
(Whooshing) - Hey'a, hurry up!
I'm'a hungry down here.
- Usually Chef gets us pizza for lunch
at least twice a week,
but lately there's been a major pizza dry spell.
- My blood-pizza level is dangerously low.
If I don't get my cheese-blood ratio up soon I might explode!
(Loud explosion)
Jude: We gotta get some pizza in this guy - stat!
(Hard thump) - Pizza?
It's 9:30 in the morning.
- There is no bad time for pizza!
Jude and Owen: ♪ Pizza in the morning, pizza at night! ♪
♪ Pizza in the evening - ungh! - take a bite! ♪
Go pizza! Go pizza!
Go, go, go pizza!
Yay piiiizza!
- You guys are obsessed.
- Pizza's the ultimate soul food.
That warm cheesy pizza goodness is like a pizza hug
from your pizza mom. (Owen drools)
Are you still dreaming about pizza?
Gwen: I'll wake him up. Ahhhh! Ow!
Why is the floor wet?
- I may have drooled that. - Ew! Ow. Gross.
Ahhhhhhhh!
- Chef only orders pizza when he's in a good mood
and that is not happening today.
(Forceful slice, haphazard chopping)
He's been in a cabbage mood for two weeks now.
- Cabbage. Ew!
Nature's toothbrush for your butt.
- Why is he doing this?!
Duncan: I'll tell you why. (Digging)
He has a broken heart.
His girlfriend dumped him 2 weeks ago.
- Harsh. - For real?
How do you know that?
- I saw it happen.
(Rope wooshes, back-up beeps)
(Loud metallic clunk) Chef: Ungh!
(Truck rumbles away) - Candice!
Candice, please come baaaack!
(Sobbing)
- Awkward...
- Candice broke up with me.
Who am I supposed to watch Bachelor Island with now?!
(Sobbing)
(Chopping)
- Aw, poor guy.
Maybe once he has a new girlfriend
he'll be in a better mood.
- That could take years!
- Dude! If we make Chef think he's in love,
he'll be in a better mood and order us pizza!
- Yes! That! - The man with a plan!
- But isn't it kind of mean to mess with someone's personal life?
- (Poof) Toying with people's hearts isn't very nice.
- (Tires screeching) What's the harm?
So he thinks he has a secret admirer. Big whoop.
- Actually, that would make him feel pretty special.
Special is nice!
- And we'd reap the rewards
in delicious cheesy pizza!
(Drooling)
(Splat, steam hisses) Oops.
- I've made my decision.
Operation make-Chef-think- He-has-a-secret-admirer-
so-he'll-buy-us-lots-of-pizza is a go!
(Chef sobs, blender rumbles)
Leshawna: Great, cause he's making broccoli and tears juice
and I'm not drinking that again!
How can I help? (Whoosh)
- Okay. Operation pizza begins now.
(Silence)
What do we do?
- How about we start with a romantic poem?
"Roses are red, violets are blue,
sugar is sweet and so are you."
- (Impressed) How did you come up with that?
- "Love, your secret admirer."
Go slip it under the door, and don't get caught.
- Get caught? Please!
I'm the invisible man!
(Smoke bomb explodes, rope whooshes)
(Clicking)
I have another one!
♪♪♪
(Knocking)
(Door opens)
♪♪♪
(Rope whirs) - Easy peasy.
I put the letter on the-- - Yeah-ah-ah-ah!
Kids! Kids! I have a secret admirer!
And she thinks I'm sweet!
All right, enough of this cabbage stew!
- Ugh! Seriously?
- Who wants pizza lunch?!
All: We're getting pi-zza! We're getting pi-zza!
- It worked! Quick, Leshawna, write more!
Maybe he'll get us some sodas too!
(Door thuds shut, heavy thud)
(Pen whooshes)
(Scribbling)
(Perfume spritzes, squeaky kiss)
♪♪♪
(Door opens)
Kids: (Cheering)
♪♪♪
(Door opens)
Kids: (Cheering)
♪♪♪
(Door opens, cart squeaks)
Kids: (Laughing and cheering)
- (Giddy high-pitched squeal, giggling)
- With these fifteen love letters,
we'll get pizza for the rest of the month.
Woo-hoo! Both: Yayyy!
Chef: Children, time to tidy up!
My secret admirer, Lafonda, is coming over at three
and I need to be ready for my date!
All: (Gasp) Chef: (Excited giggles)
- Did he just say he had a date?
How did that happen? Izzy: All right, it worked!
Woo-hoo! (Hard thud, wild laughter)
- Where did she come from?
- (Scribbling) Dah, dah-dah dah dah-dah-dah...
- Izzy, what did you do? - Nothing!
I just wrote a little note
suggesting they meet up for a snack.
I mean, it's about time.
They would be so cute together!
- You suggested he meet her?
- Yup! - The lady we made up?!
- Mmm-hmm! - The lady who doesn't exist?!
- Yes!
- Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!
- What're we gonna do?
Chef thinks he's got a date with a beautiful grown-up lady...
and I don't think we have one.
- Guys, I don't wanna freak you out,
but I'm totally freaking out!
Ahhhhh! Oh no!
(Shaking, sucking thumb)
- Problem solved. 'Cause I solved it.
- Sweet! What's the plan?
Leshawna: We dress one of us up as a lady,
put that kid on top of another kid,
and convince Chef that it's his dream date, Lafonda.
Then we write a note saying that she's run away
and joined the Russian circus that only performs on space stations,
and make up a new secret admirer!
- I see no flaws with this plan!
- So who should we dress up?
Leshawna: Presenting... Lafonda Lisowsky!
- Aww. Why do I have to be the lady?
- Well, I don't wanna do it.
- Well, you are the prettiest kid here.
- Hmm. Wow, those are both good points.
- You look so pretty! - Really?
- Yes! - Totally.
- (Sing-songy) Oh Chef! Lafonda is here!
Chef: Whoa! (Loud clanging and banging)
(Panting)
♪♪♪
- (Lady voice) Hey, dude.
I'm Lafonda.
(Giggles sheepishly)
- I'm Chef. Enchante.
- I got five candy bars that say Chef doesn't buy it.
- I'll take that action.
- I've set up a special little picnic, just for us.
- (Lady voice) Sweeeeet.
(Candy bars thump, door clicks open)
- (Loud whisper) Walk forward, dude.
(Unsteady footsteps)
(Birds chirp)
- Cookie?
- (Lady voice) No thank you.
Owen: Mmm!
(Eating noisily)
(Loud burp)
(Air deflates)
- Ooops! My bad. - (Laughs)
You know, I like a lady who loves to eat.
- (Chuckles nervously)
- Wrap it up and get outta there!
- (Lady voice) Well, this has been really cool,
but I have to go home now and do stuff ladies do,
so... I'm gonna stand up now.
(Surprised plink)
(Unsteady footsteps)
- Wait!
I've never met a woman like you before, Lafonda.
May I... kiss you?
(Lips squeak)
- Well, this just got weird.
- You mean it wasn't weird for you until now?
- See? I knew they'd hit it off!
- Are you serious? You still don't get it!
- (Hushed) Hey! What's happening?
- (Hushed) He's gonna try and kiss me, dude!
- (Hushed) Darn it, we were too good!
- (Hushed) What do I do?! His lips are getting closer!
Ahhhhh!
- Ahhh! Owen?!
But she- but you- but that...
- Um, I'm going to run now.
- (Ferocious growl)
(Volcanic eruption)
Time-outs for everyone!
Leshawna: Uh-oh...
- (Grumbling) Secret admirer... (Chopping and growling)
- Leshawna and vegetables don't mix.
- Well, it was good while it lasted.
- Where are Jude and Owen?
- In the naughty corner.
They're going to be there for a looong time.
- (Yawning)
♪♪♪
(Clock ticks, sucks thumb)
♪♪♪
(Owen gasps)
I'm hungry.
How long have we been here?
Jude: Seven minutes.
Do you think we'll ever taste the warm gooey hug
of pizza again?
- Maybe Chef will forgive us!
(Resonating thump)
- Drink. Owen: Maybe not.
♪ Da, da, da!