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Chef: (Groans)
This all cheese diet is causing me problems.
I've gotta find me some prunes.
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- Hmm...
Weee!!!
(Snaps) Whoa!
Ooof!
(Birds chirp)
(Gasps)
(Heavenly music) Come to mama.
Chef: Beth, what are you doing?
Just checking for my back up pants.
I feel an accident comin' on.
- If you feel like you need to go to the bathroom
why would you wait until it's too late,
just go.
- Whoa. That's why you're in charge, Chef.
You're so sah-mart!
- (Chuckles) I've read some books.
Glad I could help.
- Whew! That was close.
It's super against the rules to bring chocolate bars to school.
And guess what I did today!
(Laughs, snort)
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Yummmmm!
Wahh! Um, hey Owen, what are you--
- Shhh. I hear chocolate!
- Oh. I didn't hear anythi--
- (Sniffs)
55 grams.
(Sniffs) Dodo-coco.
(Sniffs) Solid milk chocolate.
(Sniffs) Chocolate bar!!!
- Fine, I'll share!
- Ohboyohboyohboy!
But we aren't allowed to bring chocolate bars to school.
- I know, so we'd better find a good hiding spot to eat it.
All clear. Let's do thi--
- Hi! - Gah! - Izzy!
- Um? - What are you doing up here?
- Huntin' rats.
- Ahhh! - Gah!
- Why? - Someone's gotta!
(Gasps) Is that a chocolate bar?!
(Rat screams) - Aw, crud.
Fine, we can split it three ways.
- Yaaay! OOF!
- Oof! - Ow!
- What's going on here?!
- Boom! Nailed the landing!
- What is... this?!
- (Gasps) - Is no one gonna answer me?!
- Do you actually need us to?
- I was just giving you some time
to figure it out on your own.
- Haven't you ever seen a dodo chocola--
- It's a chocolate bar!!!
- See. I knew you could do it!
- These are not allowed at school.
- (Guilty) I know!
And I am so sorry!
How about we split it four ways?
- The girl makes sense.
- Great idea.
- No! This is now confiscated.
I'm putting it right here.
- (Angry growl)
- Please don't. Pleeeeease!
- If you're good, I'll give it back to you...
at the end of the year.
- End of the year? But--
- Out. All of you. Now.
All: Awwww...
- (Hysterical crying)
- Oh, Beth, it's okay.
Look at it this way:
your chocolate bar is gone forever.
(Harder hysterical crying)
- Well, I'm out of ideas.
- (Sniffles)
- Beth, I want you to have these.
- Really? Thanks, Owen.
(Chomps)
- For emergency situations like this
I always have a few jelly beans hidden away.
In my socks.
(Flies buzz)
- (Gags) (Spits)
Ahh! They were- socks- my mouth and I chewed
and I-I-I don't feel so...
(Gags)
Ugh...
- See! She's still alive!
Someone wanted to donate your body to science.
- That was you!
Are you okay, Beth? - Hmmm...
(Poof!)
(Ground rumbles)
All: (Gasps) It's a jelly bean stalk!
Izzy: How high do you think it goes?
Beth: Only one way to find out.
- Please say with a tape measure.
- We're climbing it!
- But I don't like climbing.
- If I can't have my chocolate bar
I at least want an adventure!
I'm pickin' up what you're puttin' down sister,
won't stop 'til we reach the top!
C'mon, Owen,
(Sing-song) there could be jelly beans up there!
- Jelly beans?! Wait up!
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(Huffing) why doesn't this thing have an elevator?
(Elevator dings)
- Going dowwwn!
- (Gasps) A jelly bean!
(Button clicks, elevator dings)
(Whirs down) Awwwww.
Hey, wait for me, guys!
Whoa! That shovel looks like a giant version
of the one in the sandbox at school.
- It really does.
It even has the same little chip out of it.
- And I've seen this bucket before!
- Ha. If i didn't know any better
I'd say we were in some kind of--
Chef: Kids! Come inside for snacks!
It's almost nap time.
(All cheer) - Whoa!
- Take coverrrrr! - Yay! Haha!
(Door slams) - Whoa, guys!
I think we're tiny in a giant world!
- Ha! Kids are supposed to be tiny. Duuuhhhh.
- (Snarling) - What is that?
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I guess it's nothing.
- (Growls) - Squirrelllllllllll!!!!!!
- (Roars)
- Ahhhhhhhhhhahahahaahhhhhh!
- It's dangerous up here.
Maybe we should head back.
- If the squirrel and the kids here are giant,
then imagine how big the chocolate bar
Chef confiscated is.
- It'll be a chocolate bar the size of a bear.
- A bear?!
(Roars)
(Stomach rumbles)
I guess that's worth risking our lives for.
- Some of us might not make it back,
but I'm okay with that as long as I do.
Owen, are you in... or are you in?
- Those are both the same choice!
- (Singsong) Chocolate bear!
- I'm in!
- C'mon! We're almost at Chef's office!
- (Crunching sound) - I know that sound.
- (Chewing sounds)
- Wow. Big me!
(Hushed) Oh no. Doesn't big me know
that chili cheese chips give us wicked gas?
Oh no...
(Huge fart)
Oof! (Coughing)
- I need to get up there.
How am I going to do that?
- (Gasp) Be right back!
Launch me on 10! 10--
- Fiiiire!
- Ahhhhh! I wasn't done counting!
- I was borrrred!
- Whaaaa!!! Ooof!
(Gasps)
Look at the size of it!
Whoa! Ah! - (Snarling)
Oh, whatsamatter?
Didja think this was yours?
Well, it is...n't. Ha! In yo' face!
(Angry chitter)
Oh, crud. We got trouble!
Look out below!
Giant chocolate bar coming down!
- That chocolate bar doesn't look giant at all.
Now it does. Ahhhh!
- I got it! - Ooof!
- Nice landing, Beth!
- I'm a fire truck person driver!
- Hi, I'm Izzy!
- Hamsterrrrr!!!
- (Attack yell) Ahhhh!
(Engine revs, tires squeal)
- (Attack yell) Ahhhh!
(Snarling)
(Growling)
- Can't this thing go any faster?!
- I'll push these buttons and see what happens!
Beep, boop.
(Bucket whirs, clank)
- (Chitters)
- Oh, no!
- Look out! Little girl with an axe!
Ayiyaiyaya!!!!
- Agh! Agh! OOF!
(Cheering) - All right! Woohoo!
- (Angry chitter)
(Siren wails)
- Who's playing with the fire truck during nap time?!
All: Ahhhhhhhhh!
- What in the worrrrrrrld...?
- (Angry chitter) - Lenny!
Were you playing with the fire truck?
- (Angry chitter)
- What? A tiny version of Owen, Beth and Izzy
stole the confiscated chocolate bar?!
Well, then go get it back!
- (Angry chitter)
(Gasps) I speak hamster?!
- Yeah! - we did it.
- Now let's get this chocolate bar home
and eat like kings for a month!
(Attach yell)
All: Hamsterrrrrr!!
Oh no! Argh! Let! Go!
- (Angry chitter) - (Grunting)
Own, Izzy: Ahhhhhh!!!
- Guys, we gotta jump!
(Grunting)
- (Chitter) - (Gasp!)
- (Chuckles)
(Throwing grunt) Agh!
- Ahhhhh! - Yes!
Noooooo!
(Crash)
Ahhhhh!
Ow. Ow. Ooof. Gah. Ouch.
Ahhhhhh!
(Landing thud)
- Can you hear me?!
- Talk to us, Beth!
- What happened? Is everyone okay?
- Beth fainted cause she ate...
something from my socks. - Whaaat?
- The jelly bean stalk... we climbed it.
There were giant versions of all of us up there.
Even you, Chef.
My chocolate bar was huge!
And we rode a fire truck and we had...
- Ohhhhh-kay.
Sounds fun.
Why don't you two take Beth inside
so she can rest that head of hers, huh?
(Chuckles)
Kids have the wildest imaginations.
A giant me, haha--
(Siren wails)
Whooooaaa!! Oof! (Groans)
- I knew I wasn't dreaming!
Yayyyyy!!!! Chef: Ow.
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