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- Ooh, those chicken wings

smell amazing.

- No. No. No.

[laughter]

No.

- But you always give

us a taste.

- Not today.

These are for Mr. Wigglesworth.

He's my toughest critic,

and if he likes them

then I know they're good.

- Hmm.

Tell me more.

- Well, I really want to enter

the Colorado Kids Cook-Off,

and I'm thinking of

putting these on my menu.

- Oh.

Well, I hope he loves them.

- I know we will.

- At least savor them!

- Savor what?

Whoa!

- Don't make me tong you.

These are for Mr. Wigglesworth.

- Oh, still worried about

getting into that cook-off, huh?

- Yep.

It's a big deal.

First prize is a one-week

apprenticeship

with Chef Andre.

He is a local chef

who owns Bistro Andre.

- Wait, that's the hottest

restaurant and nightclub

in Boulder.

So many famous singers

got their start there,

and Chef Andre's the one who

picks them.

I've always dreamed

of singing there.

- I've always dreamed

of working there.

To learn from Chef Andre

would be incredible.

- Indeed it would.

- Hello, sir.

I was actually hoping

to get your opinion on these.

- That smells...

intriguing.

- I call them, "Another Wing",

because after you have one,

you'll want another.

- Eh, we'll see about that.

Another.

[together] Another!

- Aah-aah-ahh!

- This is the first time

you've given me

more than a, "hmm."

- Do I know you?

- Yeah, Nicky Harper.

You usually hate

everything I make.

- Enter the cook-off.

You have a great shot at

winning a week in my kitchen.

- Yes!

Wait, your kitchen?

Bistro Andre is

Chef Andre's place.

- Indeed it is.

- Oh, there you are.

I see you've met my brother,

Chef Andre.

[together] Indeed we have.

[upbeat music]

- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na,

na, na, na, na, na ♪

[whistling]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪

- ♪ Hey! ♪

- ♪ One, two ♪

- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪

- ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪

[cheerful music]

- It is an honor to meet you,

Chef Andre.

- Chef Andre.

Until four years ago,

he was Abner Wigglesworth.

- Wow, you are really identical.

- Oh, it's simple

to tell us apart.

I'm the talented one.

- Just because I dedicated

my life to teaching

doesn't mean I'm un-talented.

- No, it's your lack of talent

that makes you un-talented.

That's why you're judging

the qualifying rounds

and I'm judging the finals.

- Clearly you've got some

stuff to Wiggles-work out here,

so why are you doing

the cook-off together?

[laughter]

- [together] Our mom made us.

- And when one of

my students wins,

he'll have to admit

my teaching has value.

- Well, at least you have

one student who might be able

to win this thing.

- Yes.

- Please. He doesn't even

have a sous chef.

- Oh, what a shame.

It's required.

- No!

- He has a sous chef.

- I do?

- Yes, me.

- Me who?

- Me, me.

♪ Me, me, me, me

me, me, me, me, me ♪

I also sing.

- I hope to see you

in the finals.

- Oh, well not only are

you going to see him,

but he's also going

to win it with...

♪ Me, me, me, me,

me, me, me, me, me ♪

- He gets it.

You sing.

- You'll have to get through

my qualifying round first.

- What was that?

- Oh, just me supporting you.

- You weren't supporting me.

You're doing this for you.

- For me?

- Yes, you.

♪ You, you, you, you,

you, you, you, you ♪

You just wanna sing

at his nightclub!

[laughter]

- Well, yeah.

And you just wanna be able

to cook in his restaurant.

It's a win-win.

- Fine.

You can be my sous chef.

- Yes!

And I'll be a great sous chef.

Quick question:

what's a sous chef?

[laughter]

[rock music]

[laughter]

- Here's something

we can talk about:

if Dawn's helping Nicky out,

why did she have to change

her name to Sue Chef?

Shouldn't she just be Dawn Chef?

- No, "sous" is French

for "under."

She's Nicky's under-chef.

- Oh, so in French,

I'm wearing a pair

of your sous-wear.

- I preferred the silence.

- Here's a question:

why don't we pretend

to be each other?

- Well, you're already

wearing my sous-wear,

so you'd have a head start.

- I'll let you wear

something of mine.

- I don't want to wear

anything of yours.

- How about a shoe?

- What am I gonna do

with one shoe?

- Oh, you're right.

Here's the other one.

[laughter]

- Are you wearing

two different shoes?

- I'm not wearing any shoes.

I just gave them to you.

- Guys, what are you

arguing about?

- Dicky wants me to wear

his two right shoes.

- Well, it sounds like

a great idea.

- You want me to wear

two right shoes?

- No, no, no, no.

What your father meant was

maybe you should try walking

a mile in each other's shoes.

You might learn to

appreciate one another.

- Right, Tom?

- Uh, no.

I just thought it'd be fun to

watch him walk in two right--

Right, yeah,

that's what I meant.

[laughter]

- Okay, so how do I

walk in your shoes?

- Uh... Well, you can start

with my poetry journal.

- I don't know how my foot's

gonna stay in there, but okay.

So what do you want of mine?

- Surprise me.

- Boo!

[laughter]

- Just give me your skateboard.

[laughter]

Nothing good is ever

gonna come of this.

- Hey, I'm Abby.

I'm really into skateboarding.

- Hi, I'm Ricky.

Big-time skateboarding

aficionado.

- I'm Norah.

I love poetry.

- And I'm Dicky,

a big-time poetry

a-fish-o-nachos.

[laughter]

- Hey.

Maybe we can hang out sometime

and talk about skateboarding.

- And poetry.

- That sounds great.

- How about now?

- [together] Now?

- [together] Now.

- [together] No.

- [together] No?

- Uh, we can't.

Because I have

skateboarding practice.

- And I have poetry practice.

- [together] Now?

- [together] Now.

- How about tomorrow?

- Tomorrow's perfect.

- It's a date.

[laughter]

- We'd better get

to our practices.

- Whoa.

You're not ready, dude.

You don't want

to embarrass yourself.

Wait, how stupid do I look?

I forgot my shoes.

[laughter]

- And your poetry journals!

[laughter]

♪♪

- Welcome to the

qualifying round.

The winner shall go on to the

Colorado Kids Cook-Off finals

and represent my class.

Your challenge--

the perfect omelet.

Now, spatulas up,

and cook.

[laughter]

- All right,

you crack the eggs

while I mince the scallions.

- On it.

[laughter]

- Make sure you don't get

any shells in there.

[laughter]

And don't forget to add salt.

- Got it.

[laughter]

- Oh, but not too much salt

[laughter]

- Okay, salt has been added.

- What are you doing?

[laughter]

Okay, if you want

any chance of singing

at Chef Andre's nightclub,

you need to stay in your lane.

- See, I'm just trying--

- Stay in you lane!

[laughter]

- Okay, jeez.

Chill.

I feel like I'm walking

on egg shells.

- It's because you are.

There are literally

egg shells everywhere.

[laughter]

- Oh, superb spatula work,

Flavio.

[laughter]

Hmph.

[laughter]

- "Hmph?"

Wh-Why is he so hard on me?

He's never gonna choose

our omelet.

- You know what?

I think I have an idea

of how to make this fair.

So, Mr. Wigglesworth,

uh, when do you

when do you put

on your blindfold?

- What blindfold?

Oh, I just thought you have

such a refined palate

that you can judge a dish

without even seeing it.

Oh, wait.

That's your brother.

- My palate is just

as refined as his!

Flavio, give me your sock!

[laughter]

I've come to a decision.

This one is the clear winner.

- [together] Yes!

- Spatch-five.

[laughter]

- The Harpers?

Sorry, Flavio.

I hope this wasn't a fluke.

- It wasn't.

We won't let you down, sir.

- Good, because the finals

can be quite demanding.

A full three-course meal in

a very short amount of time.

Therefore, you will be relying

heavily on your sous chef.

- Don't worry.

We got this.

Spatch-five.

Whoa!

[thud]

[laughter]

- Fork, Flavio!

[laughter]

- Okay, if you're gonna convince

Norah you're a poet,

we have to get you familiar

with the fundamentals.

So let's start

with some rhyming.

- Easy enough.

- Okay.

I'll start a rhyme,

and you finish it.

While sitting under the tree,

little Johnny was stung by a...

- Jellyfish.

- Okay, if we want any shot

in the finals,

you need basic sous chef skills.

Now, let's start with

something so simple

that a monkey could do it.

Juicing a lime.

- Yes, Chef.

Oh, oh, oh, oh!

- Aah! Aah!

It's in the ducts!

- Aah!

[laughter]

- Okay, time for some

skateboarding basics.

This is a skateboard.

- Noted.

- Okay, now,

standing on it.

- Piece of cake.

- Okay, so limes

aren't your thing.

[laughter]

- Aah!

It's in the shin.

- My bad.

[laughter]

- Okay, let's move on

to cracking eggs.

Now, the trick is

it's all in the wrist.

Just--

- Okay.

[laughter]

- A little too much wrist.

- I thought you said

a monkey could do this stuff.

- Because a monkey could.

[laughter]

- You really think this is gonna

make me sound like a poet?

- Let's hope.

On your left hand

are types of poetry.

On your right are adjectives.

So when Norah asks you

about poetry,

just say, "I find,"

and then one word from the left

and one from the right.

Awesome.

I find...

sonnets...

inspiring.

Nailed it.

- You've earned this, Mr. Poet.

And I think you know it.

Nope, it's just for holding.

[laughter]

- Okay, I think I found

a way to use your...

let's call it skill,

in the kitchen.

Now, do what comes naturally.

[laughter]

- Look at me!

I'm cooking!

[laughter]

- Dude, that 540 was sick.

Look at me.

I'm skateboarding!

- [together] We're ready.

- [together] Yes!

[laughter]

[rock music]

- So, Dicky, what do you

think about haikus?

- Well, haikus are okay,

but I find...

Free verse...exhilarating.

[laughter]

- Wow.

You know so much.

- I have all the best words...

right in the palm of my hand.

[laughter]

- Ricky, what happened

to your head?

It makes you look so extreme.

- Yeah, got it grinding

on my sweet deck.

- Whoa, you are a skateboard

aficionado.

- [both sighing]

- Walk a mile in

each other's shoes.

So simple, yet so effective.

- Unless they're yours.

No one could walk a mile

in those sleds.

- Okay, well, those sleds

are gonna come in really handy

when you want me

to kill a spider.

- When have I ever asked you

to kill a spider?

- Hmm, about two seconds

from now.

Please don't scream.

- [screams]

- So, do you, like,

grind rails?

- Do I, like,

grind rails?

Next time we hang,

I'll, like, grind that rail.

- That'd be rad.

- And I will read one of my...

Limericks... Eloquent.

[laughter]

Eloquent limericks.

- [together] How about now?

- [together] Now?

- [together] Now.

- [together] No.

- [together] No?

- Uh, I have

skateboarding practice.

- And I have poetry practice.

- [together] Again?

- [together] Again.

- How about tomorrow?

- [together] Tomorrow's perfect.

- [together] Perfect.

- Perfect?

What was I thinking?

I just promised to read

a poem tomorrow.

- Oh, really?

Read a poem?

I just promised to, like,

grind down that railing.

[laughter]

- Yeah, you're gonna break,

like, a lot of bones.

[rock music]

- Students, welcome--

- To the finals prep meeting.

Who knows what

"farm to table" is?

- Ooh!

- I know what

"singer-to-stage" is.

[laughter]

- Farm-to-table is when the food

on the table at a restaurant

comes straight from local farms.

- Exactly.

Now, on your tablets,

you will find a dossier of how

the ingredients are sourced

from the menus you submitted.

[laughter]

- Oh, check it out.

The dossier has a biography

of the chicken

we're going to serve.

Oh, guess what his name is.

- Steve.

- Who would name

a chicken Steve?

- Who would name a chicken?

- It's Nicky!

His name is Nicky.

[laughter]

Oh, and check out Chicken Nicky

having fun on the farm.

He gets coriander foot soaks,

daily massages,

oh, and even barnyard

movie nights

with his chicken compadres.

- Chicken Nicky's got

a better life than you.

And better legs.

- Steve.

[rock music]

♪ ♪

- Wow.

You guys are really doing this

"walk a mile in each other's

shoes" thing

just to impress some girls?

- Yep.

And we're freakin' out!

- Don't worry.

Between you and me,

and me as you,

and you as me,

one of the four of us will

come up with a way out of this.

[laughter]

- They're not gonna find a way.

But back to Chicken Nicky.

[knocking]

- Hey, Nicky.

It's me, Chicken Nicky.

- Chicken Nicky,

what are you doing here?

- Well, I know you've seen

what a great life I have,

so I thought you might wanna

walk a mile in my chicken feet.

[laughter]

- Tingly.

And it smells good, too.

- That's the coriander.

On Thursdays, they add

a little paprika.

- [together] Paprika Thursdays!

[laughter]

- Ah, you've got the life,

Chicken Nicky.

- Yep.

Cluck!

Really work that wing.

[laughter]

- [together] Aah.

[laughter]

- Cluck!

[laughter]

- That was the best day ever,

Chicken Nicky.

What are we doing tomorrow?

- Oh, tomorrow we're going

from farm to table.

- What table?

- The eating table.

That's where all us

chickens end up.

- Us?

I'm not a chicken.

[screams]

I'm freakin' out!

♪ ♪

[rock music]

- Welcome to the finals of the

Colorado Kids Cook-Off.

[laughter]

- Nicky, what are you

doing with your neck?

- Nothing.

It's just a--Cluck!

It's a crick.

- Ready, chefs?

And, cook.

- It's Thursday.

Don't forget the paprika.

[screams]

I can't do this.

[laughter]

- What?

What are you doing?

- I can't cook Chicken Nicky.

- Why not?

- Last night,

I had a dream,

and I realized chicken...

is a chicken.

- Well, of course

chicken is a chicken.

And beef is a cow.

- Beef is a cow?

I can't cook meat at all.

- But your whole menu is meat.

- I'm sorry, Dawn.

I don't wanna ruin your chances

at singing,

but I'm out.

- Come on, Nicky.

Stop being such a chicken.

- Cluck!

- Sorry, poor choice of words.

[laughter]

[rock music]

- And just like that,

Skateboard Ricky can't

grind down the railing.

- And poet Dicky can't

recite a poem

because he has a sore throat.

- Now remember, you know how

weak we get around these girls,

but it's important

to stick to the plan.

- Agreed.

We have to stay strong.

- Hi, Dicky!

- Wanna hear a poem?

- What are you doing?

We're supposed to stay strong.

- Hi, Ricky.

- I'm goin' grinding.

[laughter]

- What are you doing?

- The only thing

you taught me to do.

Now, will you come

up here and help?

- No.

- Fine.

You can give up on your passion,

but I'm not giving up on mine.

I'm gonna win this competition,

with or without you.

Because I want the chance for

Chef Andre to hear me sing.

- Yeah, but without me,

what are the odds

of that actually happening?

- Good point.

This might be my only shot for

Chef Andre to hear me sing.

♪ I put the veggies

in this slicer ♪

♪ I slice them once and then

I slice them twice-er ♪

- Unusual techniques,

these two have.

One sings to the vegetables,

the other cuddles them.

- Hmph.

- Be careful with that thing.

[metallic grinding]

Look at all the vegetables

you're wasting!

[laughter]

It's enough for a whole meal.

A whole meal?

That's it.

Genius.

- You're back?

- You bet your sweet potatoes,

I'm back.

And I have a way to stay true

to myself and win this.

- Yes!

♪ We are so gonna win this-- ♪

- But you gotta stop singing.

- Oh, did I do it?

- Not even close, dude.

[laughter]

- Where are the girls?

- They left when you were

halfway down the railing

screaming, "Mommy!

Mommy! Mommy!"

[laughter]

- Understandable.

- What happened?

- We did what you said and

walked in each other's shoes.

- Not your best

parenting advice.

[laughter]

- See?

Walking in two right shoes

doesn't sound so stupid now,

does it?

- Still does, Tom.

[laughter]

- Spider!

[screams]

[laughter]

[rock music]

- Mmm!

Mmm.

- Everyone else made meat.

- Don't worry.

My vegetarian meal

is just as delicious

as any meat menu.

- And what have you

made for me today?

- I have stuffed peppers,

a chickpea pot pie,

and truffle mac and cheese.

- Edible.

Short for "incredible."

Short for "some of the most

incredible

vegetarian dishes

I have ever had."

Oh, the competition was stiff,

but there is one clear winner.

[chuckles]

Maggie.

[laughter]

- Wait.

But--But you said

Nicky made the most incredible

vegetarian dishes

you've ever had.

- But meat makes the meal.

[laughter]

- You're wrong!

all: [gasps]

- Go on.

- Vegetables can be a meal.

Food isn't a one-size-fits-all.

Some people like hamburgers.

Some people like veggie burgers.

That's the great thing

about food.

Everyone can choose

for themselves.

- ♪ Choose for themselves ♪

- Not the time, Dawn.

[laughter]

- Oh, well, in that case,

I still choose Maggie's.

[laughter]

- Wow.

Maybe I'm lying to myself

about being a chef.

- No, you're not.

You're a great chef, Nicky.

- No, you're not.

You're a really great chef,

Nicky.

The best in the class,

whatever you choose to cook.

- Then why are you

so hard on me?

- Because I want you to live up

to your full potential.

I'm hard on you because

I believe in you.

- Really?

- And I'm hard you because

I believe in you.

- Really?

- No, Mom made me say it.

[laughter]

- I'm really glad you didn't

give up on your passion.

- Well, I'm really sad I ruined

your chance to pursue yours.

- Who says you ruined it?

♪ Oh, how I would love

to sing at-- ♪

- Wrong Wigglesworth.

- ♪ Oh, how I-- ♪

That was the right

Wigglesworth, right?

[laughter]

Come back!

- Shall we?

- We shall.

[laughter]

- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪

♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪

[whistling]

♪ ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

- ♪ Yeah! ♪

- ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

- ♪ Yeah! ♪