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Today we're really gonna have some fun!
- Finally.
(Buzzing) Yay! Ha ha!
- Riiiise!
(Evil Laugh)
(Explosion booms) Cooool!
- No, no, no, not that!
Today, we're gonna make world-class Mother's Day cards.
- Um, Mother's Day was yesterday, Chef.
- Yeah! Yesterday, I made my mom breakfast in bed,
with eggs, bacon, and toast,
shaped like my face.
Happy Mother's Day, Mom!
(Mom screams, fainting thud)
- I cut all the heads off my dolls,
and gave them to my Mom.
- Aaaaah! Oh! (Fainting thud)
- You are a dark, dark, little girl.
- Thank you.
- So anyway, here's a secret.
Flowers and breakfast in bed
aren't the true meaning of Mother's Day.
- What is the true meaning?
- Um, Mother's Day originated as uh,
a contest!
Back in the day, kids competed with each other
to prove who loved their mothers most.
- Really? - Yes.
- Yes, they did.
So, I know you all think
that you celebrated Mother's Day yesterday,
but did you really?
Your mothers gave birth to you.
They feed you, they kiss your boo-boos,
and make everything better.
So don't you think they deserve
the best Mother's Day card ever?
- I'm happy with my effort.
- I'm kind of tired.
- Meh. I'm pretty sure I'm not the favourite, anyway.
- (Defeated sigh)
There's a huge prize for the best Mother's Day card!
All: Woo-hoo! Yaaay!
- What's the prize? What's the prize?
What's the prize?
- It's uh, um, a... surprise!
All: Yay! Woo-hoo!
- I love surprise prizes!
- Phew! That was a close one.
Okay, kids, let's make some cards!
- (All gasp) Beth: Look at all this stuff!
Chef never lets us use all the art supplies at once!
- No one's gonna win a prize by staring at it.
Come on, get card making!
And remember, this is a competition!
(Air horn blares)
- Plasticine? Pipe cleaners?
I don't know what to start with!
(Gasps) Glitter glue!
The holy grail of art supplies!
- I'll take that! - Over my dead body!
- Hey! I saw it first!
Both: (Grunt)
(Fighting thuds)
- Okay, the kids are busy crafting.
Time to catch up on my paperwork!
Beth: Aaah! Duncan: Oof!
- Chef, if someone ate this stuff,
would they poop glitter?
- Yes. - Cool!
- Okay, it's been five hours, let's see how you're doing.
♪♪♪
Ugh! (Glass shatters)
Oh, this won't do.
I've gotta motivate the kids to make my mother...
I mean, their mothers,
something that my mother...
I mean, their mothers will actually like.
Draw tulips. It's every mother's favourite flower.
- Okay!
- Oh, and uh maybe draw a picture of that
apple cinnamon pie she loves to bake.
- My mom hates cinnamon. - No, she doesn't.
Moms love hats, bowling, knitting,
and their parrot, Steven.
- My mom doesn't have a parrot named Steven.
- Of course, she does!
All mothers have a parrot named Steven.
- Awk!
I'm Steven. Happy Mother's Day.
(Thud) Ohhhhh!
- Harold, what are you doing?!
- I'm signing my name on my card.
- Too personal!
Mothers like it vague. Vague!
Just write, "love, your favourite son."
All of you. - But we're girls!
- Do you want to win the prize, or not?!
- Favourite son it is!
- Nice job, princess.
- Stop copying my card, Duncan!
This is a competition, and I'm gonna win the prize!
- I don't know, mine's pretty good!
- Hah! You're both going down like a load of bricks!
- Huh?
- I have a bit of a competitive side
when a prize is on the line.
- Chef, can you just tell us what the surprise prize is?
- I still gotta think of something!
Ohhh, no!
That's against the Mother's Day competition rules!
But I'll tell you this,
it's... it's uh,
uh, uh, amazing!
And super surprising!
All: Yay! Woo-hoo!
- What'cha lookin' at?
- Oh, I'm just looking around to see
who's gonna finish second,
'cause I'm about to win this thing!
- I just hope you're ready
to savour the sweet taste of defeat,
'cause that's what I'm serving today!
- Bring it on!
My card is gonna be so good,
it's gonna make all of your cards cry for their mommies!
- That's it! Your butts are grass,
and I'm the lawn mower! That's right!
I'm taking you all out!
Aaaaahhhh!
(Splat)
I told you, it's just in my blood.
- Hey Owen, nice work.
But have you seen Courtney's pop-up flowers?
(Paper rustles)
- Whoa!
Aw, man! I gotta up my game!
- Hey Noah, I don't want to crush your prize dreams,
but have you seen Beth's glitter bomb?
(Whooshes, explosion booms)
- Hmm, needs more glitter.
- Oh, we're playing that game.
It is on!
- (Coughs) - Oh! Aaaah!
- Hmm... hey Courtney,
smells like Owen's cooking up a great card...
(Sizzles)
- (Sniffs) Mmm! Mmm-mm-mm!
- Wow! Owen came to play?
Well, so did I!
Oh, boy! These cards are really turning out great!
Harold's chiselling a card out of marble!
Duncan wrote a poem in his card,
and called a seedy-looking dude to recite it!
- Uh, "roses are red,
violets are blue,
tattoos are fun, and so are you."
How was that?
- Sweet rhymes, dude!
- For Noah's card, he created his own perfume!
(Bubbling)
(Sizzles)
(Sniffs) Ahh... eau de monkey butt.
- My mother's gonna be so excited when she gets these!
- What?
- I mean, your mothers are gonna be so excited
when they get these.
Keep it up, Courtney. You guys are doing great!
Phew!
Cody: What do you think, Chef?
- I think you better start building that house
if you want a chance at winning the contest, Cody.
- Aww.
- It's okay, little man.
The good thing is, no one expects anything from you.
- Oh, okay. Phew!
- What the...
You know what they say, if you can't beat 'em,
take 'em out of the competition!
Fly, my pretties, fly!
(Maniacal laughter)
- (Gasps) My flowers!
Nooooooo!
- Whoa!
It's so too bad your card is gone, Courtney!
(Glue glugs) Hey!
- That's for ruining my card!
- I didn't ruin your card! The bees did!
(Attack screams)
- My card!
(Crashing thud)
(Whooshes, pings)
- Ahhh... (Engine revs)
(Tires squeal, explosion booms)
- My card! My lab! - My head!
- My stomach! Mm! Mmm!
(Beeping)
- Here comes Mumsy!
Time to collect my art, and become son of the year!
(Gasps)
They're destroyed! I'm ruined.
Ruined!
- (Gasps) Chef, did you forget about Mother's Day?
- Yes! Okay?! I admit it!
(All gasp)
- How could you?!
- You are so toast!
- I, I was extremely busy yesterday.
(Video game music plays)
Video Game: You win!
- Not again, Catnip Everdeen.
Fine. Best 25 out of 49 games? - Hmm...
Video Game: Round Two!
- Every year I make my Mom a beautiful card,
and then she takes me out for ice cream.
- This year you forgot,
so you're going to give her our cards?!
- And pretend they're yours?!
- I'm sorry, I just wanted something extra special
for my mom to make up for forgetting!
- It's okay, Chef, I still have my card.
You can give it to her. - Aw, Cody.
Thank you.
It's a terrible card,
but I have no choice but to give it to her.
Chef's Mom: Hello?
Hello Son, I didn't see you yesterday,
so I'm here for my Mama's Day treat!
- Hi, mom.
Yeah, uh, here.
- Hmm...
You look me in the eye
and tell me that you made this card.
- I uh, well, you see...
Aw, nuts. Cody made the card.
- I figured as much.
This card is way too good.
Cody, it's a lovely card.
You're very artistic.
- Thank you, Mrs. Chef's Mom.
Does this mean I won the prize?
- The prize?
It sure does.
Tell you what, I'm gonna take you
and all your friends out for ice cream!
All: Ice cream! Yay!
- Oh yeah!
- Woo hoo hoo! Ice cream! - Not you!
You will stay here and clean up this place until it's spotless!
- But Mom, it's not even my mess!
They did it!
Okay, Mom.
All: Yay! Ice cream!
- Took me three hours,
but I finally got this place cleaned up.
(Beeping) Uh oh.
(Explosion booms)
(Whimpers) Mommy!