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- (Blowing) (Pop!)
(Glass shatters, squirrel screams)
- What was that?! That better not be gum.
- (Gasp, spits, splats)
(Whistling)
- Huh. I thought those were electric.
- Phew. That was too close.
- What kind of butterfly are you?
You're sticky!
(Grunts)
Ohoh.
(Laughing)
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- Wow! Is it picture day?
Aw I always forget.
Someone lick their hand and slick down my hair.
Thanks buddy!
- Wow, Leshawna, you look beautiful.
- You know it.
- Why are you all dressed up?
- It's my granny's birthday.
Every year I get out of school early
to celebrate with dinner
and a special family photo at the steak n' bake.
- (Gasp) I love the steak n' bake!
Their potato bar has over three thousand toppings!
- Yeah, it's really gummy. Yummy.
Um, we're playing hide and go seek.
Bridgette, you're it. Bye!
- Beth is acting weird-er than usual.
- I guess you're not gonna want to play
hide and seek with us.
- Yeah. You'll get your pretty dress dirty
or mess up your fancy hairdo.
- Not me. I'm a clean, mean, playing machine.
- Cool.
- When muck sees this stare, it lands right there.
- Right. - We get it.
- Mess doesn't mess with me.
(All groan) - Can we just play already?
(Laughter, mud splats)
- Leshawna, look out!
(Splat) Whoa!
- Help! Guys, I think I'm stuck.
- With this great hiding spot no one will find me.
Ahhhhh.
(Keys clack)
(Sniffs)
I smell strawberry, but not strawberries.
Chewable softeners, sugar...
Guuuuuuummmm.
Kids, what is my number one rule?
- No flushing toys down the toilet!
- No more pooping in the sandbox.
- No autopsies.
- (Sigh) Ugh, the other number one rule.
All: No gum in school!
- Bingo!
- Chef, why do you hate gum so much?
- Oh, I have my reasons.
Owen: (Knock) Chef?
- (Rip, gasps) Ahhh!
(Loud crash) Aghh!
(Blowing)
(Wind gusts) (Chef shrieks)
Those kids floated off
and only one of them was ever seen again.
So when I find the child with gum,
they're gonna live in the time-out corner forever.
Where I can keep an eye on them!
- Like that guy?
- Is my time-out over yet?
I'm 97!
- No, Paul!
- Whoa!
- What's going on over here?
- Chef is going catch me chewing gum!
(Spits)
Hey, Chef. What is- how's it- hi.
- What were you doing in the vents?
- Uhh...looking for the gum chewer.
- Well, thank you, Beth. Proceed.
- (Sighs)
Phew, all clear.
That was a close one--- Whahhha!
Ahhhhhhhh!
I broke Leshawna's clean streak!
I should've swallowed it!
But does anyone really know what happens
when you swallow gum.
- I know what happens.
When you swallow gum it sits in your stomach
undigested for 7 years,
grow roots, becomes a gum tree and then you die.
- I should tell Leshawna,
but if I do she'll tear me a new gumhole!
You know what she's like when she doesn't get her way?
- Ahhhhhh!
Ahhhhhh!
- (Humming) - Ahhhhhh!
- (Shudders)
(Gasp) I have a better idea!
- Tell us more about the steak 'n bake.
- I'm gonna order a baked potato with everything on it.
Beth: Yes! Gum to mumma!
- Woahh...
What is happening!
- Uh-oh.
- What is going on?
I sense a disturbance in my beautiful hair.
(Screams!)
Who did this?
- I've gotta confess.
Tell her it's my fault.
She'll understand.
We'll probably laugh so much about this at our weddings.
Then - cake!
- Help! Hey, Mr. Evil tree squirrel!
Are you here to help me?
- (Cackles)
(Shrieks)
- (Sighs) Relax,
it's just a little piece of gum.
How hard can it be to get out?
(Horrified gasp)
(Screams) Beth: Leshawna?
- What? - Ah, I'm the one who...
- Yeah?
Ah, I'm the one who will get that gum out of your hair!
- Thank you, Beth.
And when we do, we're gonna find the vile creature
who put it there and then we're gonna tell Chef.
I heard he sends gum chewers to the gum dungeon!
- Gum dungeon?!
This isn't so bad.
- Wait till you meet the dragon!
- (Screams)
- The smell of gum is strong in this area.
Ah-ha!
Caught ya!
(Sniffs) Too old.
Looking for the fresh stuff.
- (Pants) Come back here!
(Gasps) Super bubble rubble gum!
Oh, wait.
Chef said no gum in school...
But he didn't say no gum in my mouth!
(Chewing)
- It's my fault,
I've got tot help Leshawna.
My aunt told me a bunch of ways to get rid of gum.
Detangler brush!
- Ow!
- Time to switch to ice.
Gum's mortal enemy.
Is it working?
Nope.
I've got a couple other ideas we can try.
- (Screams)
Our fancy family photo is ruined!
Look at me, my hair is a disgusting blob
of peanut butter, ice cream, lemon juice and tape.
- I was sure that combination would work.
- Granny's going to be so sad!
The only thing that will make me feel better
is finding out who gummed my head!
(Blowing)
(Pop)
- Hellooooooo. Ughhhhh.
- You can't hide from me! Gum chewer!
(Angry groan)
- Ah! I mean... ah, hey, Leshawna...
what happened to your hair?
- You got gum in it! - What?
It can't be me.
All my gum is still in my mouth. See?
- I'm telling Chef,
and he's going to send you to the gum dungeon!
- Gum dungeon?! Ahhhhh!
What's a gum dungeon?
- A stinky old dungeon with a big scary dragon
who eats gum chewers for breakfast
and shoots fire out of its butt!
- Ah! I don't want to be burnt by a fiery dragon butt.
- You shoulda thought about that
before you got gum in my hair. Cheeeeef!!
- This is so bad!
Now Owen is going to the gum dungeon
with the dragon's butt fire forever
and all because of me and my dumb delicious bubble gum!
- I smell aspartame, red dye number 3
and traces of peanut butter and tape!
- Chef! - (Shocked gasp)
Leshawna! What happened to your hair?!
- I'll tell you what happened. It was Owen.
- (Pop)
- Owen you are in so much trouble.
(Growls) - (Whimpers)
- (Gasps, worried moans)
Ahh! Ahhh!
Wait! No! It wasn't Owen.
(All gasp) - Whatever.
I spat the gum in your hair, Leshawna.
But was an accident!
- You?! You ruined my fancy family photo hair
but pretended you didn't? Shame!
- You were gonna let Owen go to the gum dungeon!
- The what?
- No! That's why I'm telling you now.
I'm sorry, Leshawna.
I really tried to fix your hair.
- With tape and ice cream?!
What where you thinking?
(Snapping) - (Gasps)
- Ahhh!
What did she just do?!
- I got rid of the gum.
How did you not solve this earlier?
- (Shrill scream)
(Glass shatters)
- I guess the best way to be forgiven
is for somebody else to mess up even worse.
- Um... ding, ding, ding it's the nap time bell!
- Get me a mirror.
Someone. Get. Me. A. Mirror.
- Here ya go!
Granny was right.
There isn't a hairstyle I can't rock!
- Phew. That's a relief.
Beth, since you came clean,
you get time out for half an hour. No dungeon.
- Half an hour?! No fair!
- Can it, Paul!
- Well, maybe I'll get out in time for my 98th birthday!
- And Leshawna, your folks are here to pick you
for your granny's party.
So have fun and don't forget,
you love your hair.
Paul: Got you any gum?
Beth: Nope. Cody: Help!
- Did you hear something?
- I am 97! I'm lucky to hear anything.
- Hello?
(Playful laughter)
Guys! Guys!
I'd like to go home now! Guys!