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Passion for paletas.

A gusto for gelato.

Is your sherbet a sure bet?

Then I'm looking for you.

Do you have what it takes to win the contest that launched my acclaimed

confectionery career?

I'm judging the 20th annual Beautiful Florida Dairy Derby Ice Cream

Grab a cone and find out who will be the next ice cream scooper star.

Me.

Love?

Tia Fria, I did all that, but the polvorones still don't taste like yours.

How did I mess up the recipe?

Que recipe ni recipe.

Es un chin de esto, un chin de lo otro.

Los ingredientes solo son la melodía. Hay que hacerlo cantar.

Is my favorite cooking wizard ready for her big debut?

No.

What's the point? My janky flavor is going to lose.

Chilita, it's fine.

Mom, it can't be fine.

It needs to be perfect or Copernicus Cruz is going to think I suck.

I thought the cookies would work in the ice cream, but this is going to

embarrass the FDA, and I'll never get into culinary school in Paris. Wait,

wait, what? OK.

Uh -huh.

OK.

Calmate. I am calm.

You got this.

You learned it from the best.

Let's go, baby.

I'm going to show you how to do the polvorones.

Come on, come on.

Over here.

Take it.

Well, at least someone's standing to the garden.

I know how to get these kitties back home.

You better get your fuzzy butts back in your dressing rooms.

Come on, babes. Time is money, and I'm running short on both.

People pay big bucks to see your girl a hurricane.

Sing it, Patty.

Huh?

Which one?

The sapphire sequin moment.

You're right, you're right.

I haven't seen you around here in a minute.

Right.

I miss her so much.

Well, thanks for bringing back my girl.

Those little divas were going to make me late for drag brunch.

I'm glad I could do something with this. What's that?

Well, I made this ice cream flavor for the Dairy Derby today, but the

don't taste like the afrias.

You're right.

It's missing my goat butter.

Oh, I used to trade it with Tia Fria all the time for those bomb fruits in a

garden.

I didn't know that. Yes, Mama. We're talking trailer to table cuisine.

And you might want to try asking Miss Mel, our lady of perpetual collection,

what else is missing in those cookies. She knew Fria the longest around here.

Thanks, Archer.

Mm -hmm.

Now let's get going.

Beep, beep. Make it rain today. The forecast is for a hurricane.

Not a hurricane.

wondering if you would... Oh, Mara, would you get my bag, honey, please?

You will not believe what Ernie the mailman said to me.

Do you remember how my... He said that I buy too much junk and that I'm breaking

his back.

The nerve. Mel, I really need you to pay attention. You know, gravy boats from

the turn of the century are not junk. They are an investment in my happiness.

Ow. I'm not a piece of dough, sweetheart.

Thank you. Got it. Thank you. Mel, I'm really sorry, but I just... I need to

to the dairy derby. I need to... To find your flavor?

How did you know that?

The gnomes tell me everything.

Did they also tell you it's inspired by my DFPS cookie? Why didn't you say

that? Ria used to make her polvoronis for everyone in the trailer park at

Christmas.

Oh, I really missed them this year.

They were the best.

But something tastes off with mine.

I got it.

I know what it is. And where did I put it?

It might be in one of my train cases.

It might be in one of my ice checks.

Stay there.

You know, when I moved here to Beautiful, I went to your RV to borrow

sugar, and Freya gave me this.

It was filled with sugar cane from her old farm.

I've added to it over the years, of course, but I don't know. Maybe you can

around, see if there's any stray sweetness from the island.

Oh, Freya.

Her baking was legendary, and I know that all the other neighbors would just

jump at the chance to taste some of her treats.

So why don't you ask them?

Thanks, Mel.

special ingredients from the neighbors, but the borodonas still don't taste like

the avrias.

I'm gonna lose.

I think I know what this is missing.

Give me some, give me some, come on!

One,

two, three.

We're already so late. There's no way we'll make it in time. Nuh -uh. This

flavor's too good not to try.

We love you, Copernicus!

I love you, too.

After a treat -filled tournament, I have the delicious distinction to award

first prize. Oh, well.

First of all, wow.

Chef, you're literally cold.

Second, I worked really hard on this, and everyone in my neighborhood banded

together to help me make this.

So before you decide who the winner is, can you please taste my flavor?

What's it called?

Um... The... The...

So, did we win?

No.

The rules state that you have to arrive on time.

I'm sorry, but it's not up to me.

You should try again next year.

Try again next year.

Next year.

I couldn't compete.

I really wanted to make you proud by winning.

For what then?

Speaking of recipes...

I think I've decided what I want my next flavor to be.

Your quesitos.

Ah, bueno, no hay nada mejor.

¿Sabes cuánto queso crema vas a necesitar?

I don't know.

I was thinking... ¿Un chin?

Perfecto.

A mi abuela

La fundadora de la ternura A

mi madre Fuente de vida

inagotable A Silvia y a

Julia Por la canción interna