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(BUBBLING)

-(SONG BEGINS) -One, two, three, four

Who's that knocking at my door

Five, six, seven, eight

Hurry up and don't be late

Nine, ten, eleven, twelve

Got a secret I can't tell

Flap your fins, flip your tail

School's out, ring the bell!

La, la, la, la

Ooh

La, la, la, la

Ooh

La, la, la, la

Ooh

La, la, la, la

Ooh

One, two, three, four

Who's that knocking at my door

Five, six, seven, eight

Hurry up and don't be late

Nine, ten, eleven, twelve

Got a secret I can't tell

Flap your fins, flip your tail

School's out, ring the bell!

(SONG ENDS)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Ooh!

(CHIRPING)

(BELL RINGING)

Hey! Come children.

It is time for the lunching.

Greetings, Lunchlady Latoada. What's for lunch today?

Oh! Tiny glass child.

You try gray mush.

And soon, you grow to be big, strong woman like Latoada.

But I'm a boy.

Eh, you eat gray mush, and one day, all your dreams come true.

-Next! -(ALBERT WHIMPERS)

Lunch time!

I think I'll have some of this, and that.

Ooh! And a side of that.

And you know there's always room for dessert.

Milo, that's a lot of food.

How are you gonna pay for all that?

With money. (LAUGHS)

-Give me money. -(OSCAR SIGHS)

Bro, I don't have enough money for all that food.

You're gonna have to put it back.

Put it back?!

(SCOFFS) I've got a better idea.

Ow!

What are you doing, Milo?

Chillax, bro. All I'm gonna do

is place your hair in my food

And when I get up to Lunchlady Latoada,

I'll go and make a big deal about it.

She'll have no choice but to give me all the food for free.

I'm a genius!

You can't do that, Milo.

That's stealing. It's like they say,

"There's no such thing as a free lunch."

Until now.

(LOUDLY) I'm a genius!

(SIGHS)

Hey!

Red-haired girl!

Hey, Lunchlady Latoada.

I'll have the tofu pellets and a side salad, please.

No, no, no, no, no, no. You so skinny.

Why you no eat?

Here. You try meat log.

What?

Trust me. In my culture,

girl with four chins is the beauty queen.

Is that so?

Hey. You eat meat log every day,

one day, you grow to look

just like Latoada.

(SHRIEKING)

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY) Yeah. Awesome.

Okay, bye-bye.

Enjoy your life.

Oh. I love my yob.

Sweaty broccoli boy, what you want?

(WHIMPERS) I didn't do anything!

Hey! I give you gray mush.

-Enjoy! -(OSCAR MURMURS)

Hey. It's the crazy kid who look like an iguana.

Hey, Lunchlady Latoada.

I'll be having this.

Wait! (GASPS) Oh no!

There's a hair in my food!

Why, I guess that means I get my meal for free.

I'm a genius!

What's this about bears in the nude?

No.

(WHISPERS) There's a hair in the food.

What you mean, hair in food?

Maybe a few skin flakes,

Or fake eye,

But never hair in food.

I don't care!

Lunchlady Latoada,

You're fired!

Oh, thank goodness. I thought I was in troubles.

What's a "fired"?

-(DOOR SLAMS) -(SOBS) Oh, that's a fired?

(SOBS)

See what happens when you use my curly hair for evil?

Lives are ruined.

(SOBS)

Where will I store my coleslaw?

(CONTINUES SOBBING)

What have you done, Milo?

Oh! Oscar got me into this.

-What? -And now I gotta make it right.

(STAMMERS) But...

Lunchlady Latoada, you need to relax

'cause I'm gonna Milo us out of this.

I'm gonna find you a new career.

Hot dog!

Hurray!

Are you a wizard?

(HORSE WHINNIES)

Didn't I say I would find you a job?

Because I found you a job!

Bo Gregory needs some help

calming down his stock of wild seahorses.

Help!

He needs you

to be a seahorse whisperer.

Okay. I do yob.

Thank you very much.

-(WHINNIES, SNORTS) -Easy, horsey. Easy.

(CHUCKLES) Yes, yes. You're a fine horsey.

(WHINNIES)

Calm yourself.

Well, golly. It's working.

Shh.

Yes, yes, horsey.

You're going to make a delicious stew.

(YELLING)

(HORSE WHINNIES)

I get yob, yes?

This is gonna be a lot harder

than I thought it was gonna be.

BO GREGORY: Help! Help me!

Hot dog.

You want I make hot dog?

(SONG BEGINS)

LATOADA: (SINGING) I'm the lunch lady

And I need a yob

I try so hard

But look like a slob

I'm the lunch lady

And I need a work

But everyone being a jerk

MILO: (SINGING) Lunch lady, Lunch lady

Shish me a bob

Let's get to cooking

And find you a job

Lunch lady Lunch lady

Browse your cookbook

And make me A perfect lunch

LATOADA: (SINGING) For this yob

I make application

I make smile At big interview

I pretend I have qualification

But I'm back On the street

Deja Vu

MILO: (SINGING) Lunch lady Lunch lady

Make me a lunch

Boil me some soup Something to munch

Day after day

My poor stomach It groans

So make me a lunch of my own

-(SONG ENDS) -I just want a yob!

(BLUBBERS)

(SIGHS)

Oh!

There is no fairness.

To be lunch lady is all Latoada know.

(SOBS)

If all Lunchlady Latoada can do is be a lunch lady,

then why don't we just get her her job back

at the school cafeteria?

Bea, that'll never work!

But wait a second.

I've got an even better idea!

We're gonna give you your old job back

at the school cafeteria!

I'm a genius!

-What? -Oh, Milo.

My joy rises like onion rings from deep fryer.

Tomorrow, lunch is on principal Stickler.

Hot dog!

Hey, I am serious.

If you want hot dog,

I make.

(MUNCHES)

Huh? Oh...

You call this food?!

-(SCREAMS) -Next!

What is this?

Chicken?

Why, yes.

Unacceptable!

Cafeteria food should be mysterious.

Next!

(MUNCHES)

Hmm... Celebrity judges?

What do you think?

Hi, I'm Giada De Laurenfish.

I thought this dish was really yummy.

The Bruschetta Di Parma was excellent.

And the blood worms were super bloody.

I'm Bobby Fillet.

Why am I judging this high school competition?

My agent said this was a real gig. I'm gonna fire that guy.

Bobby, jump on the table!

No! I don't do that anymore.

You celebrity judges are worthless!

Fishington!

I want a lunch lady,

Not a chef!

Next!

Okay, guys. All we have to do

is convince Principal Stickler to take Lunchlady Latoada back.

But he won't even talk to her.

Exactly!

That's why I've put her in a clever disguise.

Wow, Milo.

Great makeup job.

Yeah. You really transformed Latoada

into a creepy looking old man.

That's not her.

That's her.

Hello, kids. It's me, Latoada.

Look at me, I am disguised.

Um, sorry, sir.

Sorry? We'll see how good

you kids look when you turn 30.

(CRIES)

-So, what we do? -PRINCIPAL STICKLER: Next!

We're up. Okay, okay.

I'll do the talking, and you impress them

with your cooking.

Okay.

But tell me, Milo, When will be swimsuit competition?

(SHUDDERS)

Milo, who is that?

Uh, this...

is, uh...

Lady Disguiso!

Ooh! It sounds like royalty.

Lady Disguiso, huh?

Well, it's going to take a lot more

than a fancy name

to impress me.

Show me your dish!

Right! We present...

Gray mush.

Gray mush?

You gotta be kidding me!

(WHIMPERS) I hope this dish works.

(MUNCHES)

(GASPS)

(MELLOW JAZZ PLAYS)

I...I can't believe it.

The taste...

So runny,

So bland...

(SNIFFLES)

Just like how Mom used to make.

(SOBS)

I have seen enough.

Lady Disguiso,

You are now Lunchlady Disguiso.

We did it, Milo!

Yes!

We were able to trick Principal Stickler

into rehiring me,

Lunchlady Latoada!

What?

I may be old,

and I may not remember where I am,

but I do remember firing you, Latoada!

Get out of here!

Principal Stickler, wait!

You can't fire her.

Yes, I can. I'm the principal.

She's the one you're looking for.

She was born to do this job.

Hey, how you know I was born in cafeteria?

(SHUDDERS)

It doesn't matter.

Her hair was in the food!

MILO: No, principal Stickler.

It was never her hair.

It was Oscar's all along.

Yeah! Wait, what?

Hmm. Is that so?

Well, Lunchlady Latoada,

it appears I was wrong.

Consider yourself rehired!

(BOTH GASP)

-Yeah! -I have yob again!

-Yay! -Yeah!

STICKLER: Oscar!

You're fired!

(LAUGHING)

Wait, what?

Well, looks like my work here is done.

Lunchlady Latoada has her job back.

Oscar's finally being punished.

And we've all learned

a very valuable lesson about something.

See you next episode.

STICKLER: Not so fast.

(WHIMPERS)

STICKLER: And you can't leave

until all the onions are peeled!

Well, at least I get my free meal.

(SOBS LIKE LUNCHLADY LATOADA)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(BIRD SCREECHES)

(ALL CHATTERING)

All right, tonight we're doing charades.

Boys, you're up first.

Are you a chicken?

-You're a turkey. -A walrus?

Shrimp, please.

(CHUCKLES) Sorry.

Oh, oh! You're a pigeon.

You got it!

You're dancing!

You, sir, have dance fever.

JUMBO SHRIMP: Zombie!

ALBERT: Basketball!

OSCAR: Ooh! Kooky Carpenter Cousins!

(ENGINE REVS)

Milo, this is charades.

You can't use sound effects.

That wasn't me.

(ENGINE REVS AGAIN)

It's the end of the world!

Somebody kiss me!

Where's it coming from?

I think it's coming from out back.

Finberley, peel back the wallpaper over there.

What is that?

I think it's a butt.

I think you're a butt.

(GROWLING)

ALL: Spiders!

Ha! We got you good.

Yeah! We got them good.

Why, why you!

What are spiders doing outside our tank?

-(ROCK MUSIC PLAYS) -(SPIDER) Whoo! Yeah! Whoo!

(ENGINE REVS)

(CLANKING)

(GRUNTING)

-(SCREAMING) -Whoo-hoo!

(GRUNTING)

These are the best neighbors

-in the history of the universe! -(SCREAMING)

Yeah, they seem really friendly.

Are you kidding me?

These are terrible neighbors.

How are we supposed to have game night

with all this racket?

(YELLING) Hey! Could you keep it down?!

(VOLUME INCREASES)

O-M-G. I'm gonna go over there

-and give them a piece of my mind. -Oh, oh, oh!

Let's invite 'em over.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Or we could just not do anything.

But we have to do something.

No. No, we don't.

If we did, it might turn into some crazy spider fiasco.

So how about we just ignore them

and enjoy game night like we planned?

So what if there's a little extra noise?

It can't get any worse.

(ALL SCREAM)

Oof. This doesn't prove anything.

(CLANGING)

Ugh. Look!

Now they're tossing garbage in the tank.

What do you think now?

Well, now it can't get any worse.

(GRUNTS)

Would you stop saying that?!

Okay, okay. We need to do something.

But we need to have a plan first.

I believe we have a solution!

(CHUCKLES)

If you want your new neighbors to like you, give them a pie.

(CHUCKLES) Everyone likes pie.

All right. Between this pie and my adorable good looks,

those spiders won't know what charmed them. You guys ready?

-Wait. What are we doing with the pie? -Milo!

(TIMER TICKS)

(BELL DINGS)

ALBERT: Just remember to be polite.

These are your new neighbors, remember?

And if you need help,

just give us the signal.

Caw-caw!

All right, boys.

It's show time.

ALL: Eyes!

And we never saw them again.

(LAUGHING) Oh, man, this is gonna be good.

Yeah!

Hey!

Oh, man. You guys got me good.

-(LAUGHING) -(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(BEA CLEARS THROAT)

Excuse me. (CHUCKLES)

Hey there, fellas.

Hello. (GRUNTS)

I got you good.

I told you guys I ain't got no money for no cookies.

You're gonna give them to me for free,

or else get off my lawn.

Actually, no. We're from the tank next door

and we just wanted to introduce ourselves,

and be neighborly,

and introduce ourselves.

And be quiet.

Okay, how about you all be quiet

and we'll be loud?

-ALL SPIDERS: Whoo! Yeah! Whoo-hoo! -(ENGINES REVVING)

Right. So, anyway, to be nice neighbors,

we brought you a treat.

'Cause we're nice.

-BEA: No, no! Not him! -OSCAR: Oh, no, no, no!

The pie.

Look at me, Bea.

I'm all wrapped up for Christmas.

Aw, this pie is cute.

See? I told you they were cool guys.

-We hate cute! -(GASPING)

(GROWLS)

Okay, that backfired.

Caw-caw, caw-caw! Caw-caw, caw-caw!

-Oscar, watch out! -Caw-caw!

Oh! You smashed my vehicle!

I'm gonna get you good.

-Caw-caw! Caw-caw! -SPIDER: Come back here!

I think they're getting along.

FISH: Caw-caw! Caw-caw!

Oh, that's the signal!

Finberley!

-(GRUNTS) -(SQUEALS, GRUNTS)

Yeah, get over here, you stinking fish!

Hurry! Grab my fin!

OSCAR: Whoa!

Pull!

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

Everybody okay?

We should be safe as long as we stay in the tank.

Unless of course, they're water spiders.

We are water spiders! (LAUGHS)

We got you good.

(ALL SCREAMING)

(GROANS)

How do you live in here?

It's so nice and clean.

Let's stink up the joint.

-Yeah! -Whoo-hoo!

What if we don't let you?

Well, that didn't quite work out, did it?

(SPIDERS LAUGHING)

-The web is making my butt itch. -Me too.

Wait a minute, I'll call Shellsea. She'll know what to do.

(PHONE RINGING)

Talk to me.

Shellsea, it's Bea. We need you to...

Bea, I told you, I am not coming.

I don't do board games.

Listen! We need your help.

We're being held hostage by spider bikers.

Spider bikers?

I am on my way.

You, sir, have dance fever!

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

SHELLSEA: Open up, boys.

(BELCHES) Mama's home.

ALL: Shellsea!

Oh, Shellsea.

Baby, oh...

Oh, I always knew if I waited long enough,

some day you'd come back to me.

It's over, Chino.

I already told you,

I don't like guys with hairy legs.

But I can't help that!

Listen up!

I'm here to speak for my friends.

And this here is their turf.

And according to the code,

the only way to resolve a turf war is...

Drag race.

-Drag race, all right! -(CHATTERING)

Oh, that's some good thinking. I tell you what.

So if we win,

you guys have to leave the tank

and never come back.

But if we win, we get to use your tank

as our personal garbage dump.

Winner takes all.

So what do you say, guys?

For game night, to save Milo and Oscar's tank,

and our dignity?

ALL: Yeah!

Game on then.

(BLUESEY ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

All right, boys and girls.

The race will go from here,

all the way around the chair,

and then back here.

This is gonna be easy.

Like shooting fish in a barrel.

(CHUCKLES) That's funny 'cause you guys are fish. (LAUGHS)

Listen up, guys,

I made some special modifications

that just might help you out.

To use them, hit one of the three white buttons here.

BEA: What about the big red button With the skull on it?

Oh, that button is evil.

Whatever you do, do not press it.

-Why? -Just don't press it!

Just don't!

Drivers,

start your engines!

(ENGINES REVVING)

Ready...

Set...

Do it!

-Go, Bea and Milo! Go! -(CHEERING)

Yeah! (LAUGHING)

We've got company!

-Come on, faster! -Yeah!!

-Gun it, gun it! -(BEEPS)

This is for apple pies everywhere!

(LAUGHING)

Ow! My eye! I can't see!

They got you good.

(BOTH SCREAM)

Hot dog!

Hey! I'm gonna get you!

I'm gonna get you!

BOTH: Whoa!

Whoa-ho.

-All right! -Whoo! We made it.

(BOTH GASP)

Whoa!

Huh?! Ow!

Perfect.

(GRUNTS)

(YOWLS)

(SCREAMING)

-Oh, no! -Oh, dear!

(YELLS)

-Are you my mommy? -Nope.

Whee!

-Whoo-hoo! -Cowabunga!

Jeepers!

-Oh, no! -Somebody, do something!

(SCREAMS)

-Whoo-hoo! -Yeah!

Yeah!

Whoo! Whoo-hoo! Yeah!

(LAUGHING)

Yeah! Whoo!

See ya!

Whoo...

(CHUCKLES) Whoo...

Uh, we didn't win, did we?

-(CHEERING) -Yeah! We won!

What happened, you guys?

Are you okay?

She pressed the button.

Why did you even have that button?

Why did you press a button

with a skull on it?

Whoa, whoa, guys, guys.

We shouldn't be upset with each other.

We should be upset

because game night

is ruined forever!

Chill. Don't freak out just yet.

(GASPING) No!

What did they do to our crib?

It's ruined. (CRIES)

Oh, yuck.

It's too cute!

So much cuteness!

Ow! It hurts my face!

Ow! They got me good.

(GROANS)

Oh, Chino. You dramatic much?

BOSS SPIDER: No, girl spider. Chino's right.

How are we supposed to live like this?

(CRYING)

Don't worry, Boss.

We can just mess it up again.

No. It wouldn't be the same.

Pack it up, boys. We're moving on.

They got us good.

(GROANING)

ALL: Hurray!

Shellsea, did you do all this?

Pshh, no.

I had Finberley and Koi do it.

You could have helped us you know.

(SNIFFLES)

This was plan "B."

In case you lost the race.

Shellsea, you're a genius.

Shyeah. I know.

(MUSIC PLAYING) Come on!

Bye, everyone.

Remember, next week is at Koi's tank.

KOI: Yeah! Game night!

-(SNORING) -Oh, man. What a night.

(SIGHS) You said it.

So, did we learn anything from this?

I'm not sure. But we got 'em good.

(LAUGHING)

(SNORING)

MOUSE: Wait a minute.

How can those fish understand Koi?

All she does is grunt.

Well, hold on.

How can any of them talk? Because last time I checked,

animals can't talk.

What do you mean, animals?

Yeah, it's right here, under "can't talk."

Fish, cows, zebras, giraffes, flamingos, crickets, lions, tigers, bears,

deer, warthog, and...

Uh-oh. Mice and snakes!

Mice and snakes!

Well, I'll be... (SQUEAKING)

Mouse, what's wrong with you?

(HISSES)

-(HISSING) -(SQUEAKING)