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-So, what are we doing here?

Is this about all those bones?

No, Gran. Ugga's unveiling a new sculpture.

-Wait, what bones?

-I didn't say bones! You said bones!

-Let's hope this sculpture goes better than her last few.

- Ah! - Like it? It's your dad's head.

-Mom!

Surprise!

Ah!

-I'm serving up your dad's head on a plate.

-Ugga! Why?

Ah!

Mom! Stop carving heads!

-This one is pretty good, though.

-Paws off, grab-bag!

I miss those crazy heads.

-Art is the intersection

of truth and beauty.

An emotional journey.

That's why I've placed leaves

next to your seats to wipe your tears.

When I started this sculpture, I was alone.

Silence was my compass.

So was this compass.

- Hey! That's my compass! - But then,

inspiration struck!

It is my honor to present...

-Sorry I'm late. I was making some snacks

for your big unveiling.

-Oh. Thanks, Hope. As I was saying...

What is that smell?

It smells like good things taste. Mm...

-It's just my papaynapple surprise

for when Ugga's done. Sorry. Go ahead, Ugga.

-Thanks. And now! I present to you...

-Ooh, what's the surprise, Hope?

-You'll have to wait to find out.

May I continue?

-Of course. Sorry, Uggs.

-I give to you...

Papaynapple At Rest!

I love it!

Mm...

Mm...

-I think I'm gonna cry.

-Way ahead of you. Mm...

-Who does Hope think she is?

-Pretty sure she thinks she's Hope.

Wait, wait, wait. Who do you think she is?

-I can't believe that she would steal my thunder like that,

showing up with snacks to my big sculpture show?

Besides, I made snacks.

-That's a snack? I thought it was paint.

- Grug! - Sorry.

Ugga, you're a great artist, and Hope's a great cook.

But the thing is people

are always gonna like food more than art

because you can't eat art. Or can you...

That's not the point.

The point is I can cook.

I mean, I cooked all the time before we got to the farm.

- You like my cooking, don't you? - Mm...

-Hope you guys like honey ribs!

Mm. Too sticky?

-Glue isn't supposed to be this sticky.

Mm!

-Roasted mahi-mahyena, nice and fresh.

Too fresh?

-Hot chili!

It's a little spicy.

Too spicy?

Uh, what?

-You like my cooking, don't you?

- I sure do, honey! - Great! Then, help yourself.

-Uh, paint? Oh, no thanks.

I am stuffed!

Mm.

Oh, so good. Mm!

-Ugh!

-Everyone enjoying their Hope Roast?

- Mm... - Mm...

-Mm...

-Mm, mm, mmm!

-Thunk? What do you think?

-Hope, you've outdone yourself this time.

I'm giving this... four yums.

-That's the most yums you've ever given

one of my meals. Thank you.

-Oh no, Hope. Thank you.

-And what about you, Ugga?

- You've been awfully quiet. - Indeed.

I didn't hear a single "mm."

Ugga,

is your "mm" broken?

No. I was just thinking

how unfair it is that you have to do

-all the cooking around here, Hope!

-I don't mind.

Me neither!

Mm, mm, mmm!

-I love cooking! It's how I express myself.

-Sure, but maybe we could start sharing the duties.

I know my family misses my cave cooking.

-She's coming!

-So? You like my stew?

- Mm-hmm! - Love it!

I... think it's a great idea, Mom.

Yes. A great idea. Right, Thunk?

-Yep. Great idea.

I was lying. Pretty smooth, huh?

-I'd rather bring back the heads!

-Are you sure you want to?

There's a lot more to cooking than smashing

or punching or kicking or whatever it is you do.

-Yeah, Hope. Thanks. I know that.

Because I can cook. In fact,

-why don't I make dinner tomorrow?

-Uh, sounds great.

And I'll make a backup dinner in case we need it.

- We won't need it. - Right.

But I'll make one anyway, just in case.

-Okay! It's just a roast. How hard can it be?

-Strawpearies? In a roast?

Little on the sweet side, don't you think?

-Obviously. I'm just, uh, getting in the zone!

You know, the cooking zone!

-Hm. And you definitely

don't wanna use a lemonectarine.

- Hope, do you mind? - Sorry, Ugga.

You're right. I'll just let you cook,

and I won't say another word.

Even though adding a burnip is a huge mistake.

-You're right, Hope! Thank you so much.

I mean, what was I thinking?

-It's my pleasure! Happy to...

Hot burnip! Hot burnip!

-Are you sure you don't mind me cooking in your lab?

-Not at all! And everything you need

to create a culinary masterpiece is at your disposal.

-Thanks, Phil. You really didn't have to do all this.

-Wait, why are you doing all this?

-Long ago, before you

and the rest of your herd lumbered onto the farm,

I offered to make dinner.

I spent hours crafting my meal.

But when I served it, Hope scoffed.

She said there were...

too many flavors.

Which is absurd!

The more flavors there are, the better!

You are my chance at redemption!

-Feels like a lot of pressure. Yeah.

And I'm not sure it's gonna help me make this roast.

-Forget the roast. That's Hope turf.

You need to plant your fork

in uncharted territory!

If we're going to defeat Hope,

we'll need something unexpected!

But also something delicious.

- Something with bananas? - Yes...

Bananas.

Oh.

You're not gonna stand there and watch me cook, are you?

-Of course not.

Someone has to draw Hope's attention elsewhere.

She can never learn of my involvement,

but just know I'm here, with you!

Watching! Waiting! Pacing!

Pinning all of my hopes on you!

Uh... Uh, leaving.

-Banana bad!

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm!

Hm...

You know, this actually isn't too...

Wow.

That burnt hair flavor really sneaks up on you.

Oh, sorry, guys. I know it's bad.

And on fire! Ah!

Maybe all it needed was a little heat?

Nope. Now, it's worse.

But no problem! I'll make something else.

Woo! Just need to get rid of this mess

before everything smells like burnt banana.

Rest in peels, bananas.

Good one, me.

What smells so delicious?

Wait. Did the bananas get better?

Hm.

No. So much worse.

Why does it taste like shrimpossum sweat?

Ugh.

What is that? Hm.

Punch monkeys?!

I'm not here to fight.

I just want to know what you're eating.

It smells amazing.

Mm. Mm? Mm!

This is the best thing I've ever tasted!

What is it?

Punch pie? Well, you should call it perfect pie.

Fine. Ouch. Stick with punch pie.

The point is, it's delicious.

Mm!

This? Oh, this? This is, uh, garbage.

I actually came out here to bury it.

Yeah, I-I wouldn't, uh, do that if I were you.

It was never gonna be better than Hope's cooking,

but at least someone likes it.

If only I could make something as delicious as punch pie.

That would show Hope. Huh? Hm...

Hey, punch monkeys. Let's make a deal.

-Well, where is she? Why is this taking so long?

-Because cooking is hard,

especially when you don't know what you're doing.

Hm?

-I hope Mom gets here soon.

Dad's stomach is about to lose it.

-Actually, that was my stomach.

You're being rude.

-Keep your shirt on, Carlos.

You think Mom's dinner will be good?

-Of course, it'll be good!

I taught her everything she knows about food,

especially food that doesn't wanna be caught

and turned into food!

-I think Mom is gonna try really hard to make it good,

but in case it isn't, bite this,

- and you won't taste anything. - For how long?

- Good question. - I know. So, how long?

-Long enough to get you through this dinner.

-Hm.

Ah!

-You don't need lava peppers. We've got my backup dinner.

You can't be too prepared when preparing dinner.

-Excellent idea, dear! I'm sure Ugga's cuisine

will pale in comparison to yours.

Or it will avenge me...

-Dinner is served!

What is it?

-I'm calling it Ugga Pie!

-I'll go get my backup dinner.

Mm?

Mm!

Hm...

Mm... Hm?

Whoa! Mm!

My life is now divided into two parts!

Before Ugga Pie and after. It's delicious!

It is? I can't taste a thing.

Did I even take a bite?

-Yeah. That's the lava pepper. It'll wear off!

- I think. - You think?

-Honey, you did it. You just did it.

-Smoky, earthy,

and just a hint of sweet.

I've never tasted anything like it. Five yums!

Five yums? Let me try.

-So?

Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm...

It's fine.

No! It's perfect! Ooh!

Maybe you should call it perfect pie!

-Mom, can you make dinner tomorrow night?

- And the night after that? - Let's not push our luck.

I mean, she made one good meal.

It could be a fluke! No offense, Ugga.

-None taken. And I'd love to make dinner tomorrow night.

Sorry about your backup dinner, Hope.

Maybe Chunky will eat it...

-In your face, Hope!

Yes...

Yes-terday's dinner was also delicious?

Bravo, Ugga!

Redemption is within reach.

I can't wait to see what masterpiece

- you create next. - Me neither.

Oh!

Ugga Burgers!

Mm!

Mm!

-Ugg's Nuggs!

Mm!

-Ugh...

And...

nachos! By Ugga!

Mm!

Mm...

-I've never dreamed that food could taste this good!

-But here we are,

living the dream you never had.

-What is even happening?!

-One order of freshly stomped bananas for you.

So, what do you have for me today?

Punch pancakes? Punch pasta?

Or maybe punch... stomped bananas?

I don't understand.

-You figured out the recipe? But how?

Ha! That's not the recipe at all!

Because you're missing the secret ingredient.

Oh. You discovered the secret ingredient.

But what am I supposed to do?

My family is expecting a delicious meal tonight!

What are you doing? Wait! Wait!

Are you closing an imaginary door on me?

Huh?

And tossing away the key?

We had a deal!

You know what? I don't need you!

I'll just whip up my own Ugga special! And it'll be amazing!

Because I'm an amazing cook!

I'm a terrible cook.

I don't even think this is food.

-There you are, Ugga!

We're all anxiously awaiting your next incredible...

Billowing bullruses! What is that?

And can it sense body heat?

-It's dinner, Phil. 'Cause I'm a terrible cook.

-Nonsense. I've tasted your dishes.

Each one is better than the last.

-I didn't make that food. The punch monkeys did.

And now they've cut me off! What do I do?

What do I do?!

-You'll do what you must. Because you're Ugga.

You're fearless, brave, invincible!

And if Hope finds out,

she'll destroy you.

-You're right. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

I know what to do!

Hm...

Release me!

This is my body! You can't have it!

-Looks like someone forgot to lock

this imaginary door.

Gran?

-Oh! It's you.

Almost took your braid-holder off, braids.

-Teach me!

-Fine! The thing about hiding bones is you gotta...

-What? No! Teach me how to cook.

You said you taught Ugga everything she knows,

and I wanna know everything Ugga knows!

-I don't know how to cook!

- But you said... - I say a lot of things.

You can't hold me to what comes out of my word cave.

And if you want to know how to cook like Ugga,

why don't you ask her? Just saw her in the woods.

- The woods? - I never said she was in the woods!

-You just said she was in the woods.

-Like I said, I say a lot of things!

That doesn't mean I said 'em!

-You shouldn't have closed the imaginary door on me!

We had a deal!

No one double-crosses Ugga!

No!

- My Ugg Rolls! - Ugga! Are you okay?

-Hope? What are you doing here?

-I was looking for you, and I saw everything.

-Uh, everything?

- Everything. - Well, I guess that's that.

To be honest, I'm kind of glad it's over.

Oh, it's just getting started.

-Yeah. I should have seen this coming.

-First, those awful punch monkeys steal your Ugg Rolls,

and then, when you tried to get them back,

those little monsters took them again!

Those Ugg Rolls looked amazing, by the way.

-Wait, you think that... I mean, yes.

Yes! They stole the food that I made.

So, that means I don't have anything

for dinner tonight. I'm sorry.

-No, I'm the one who's sorry.

I underestimated you.

And you will have something to serve

because we're getting your food back!

-We are?

-I wonder what Mom's making tonight.

-Ooh! I hope she's making Ugga Pie again.

That lava pepper finally wore off,

and I'd love to actually taste it.

Ugga Pie? Again?

I don't know if I can handle that much deliciousness.

Oh, who am I kidding? Of course, I can!

-Oh, no. Ugga Pie was her early stuff.

Her new stuff is much more experimental.

I mean, nachos?

-Well, whatever it is, I hope she gets here soon.

I'm so hungry, I could eat my hand.

-Dad, please don't.

It'll just get stuck again like last time.

Too late.

-Maybe Mom can make us something

to snack on while we wait.

- Where is Mom? - No idea!

Complete mystery!

Except I saw her go into the woods

after I told her I saw Ugga going into the woods.

-The woods? But if Ugga's in the woods...

-And Hope's in the woods...

-Who's gonna make dinner?

-We're gonna die!

Re! Claim! Your! Sanity!

No one's! Going! To die!

Because I'm going to make dinner.

We're gonna die!

Just look at them. Filthy little thieves.

You should be ashamed of yourselves!

-You know they can't hear you, right?

-I hope not. I'm just pumping myself up! Getting in the zone!

-Look, I appreciate what you're doing,

but I think we should just go home.

-Too late! I'm in the zone! Woo!

-Okay. But, you know, I think I'm gonna stick to sculpting.

Cooking really is your thing anyway.

-Don't you dare say that. You're an amazing cook.

Maybe even better than me.

And I know how much time and effort

goes into making a delicious meal.

They are not going to take that away from you!

-Wow, Hope.

That's really nice of you, but I have to say something.

-We both do! We have to send these bullies a message.

So let's teach these punch monkeys

what punching really is!

-I really need to start coming clean faster.

-Hyah! Hello, punch monkeys. Surprised?

Well, you shouldn't be.

I saw you take my friend's Ugg Rolls,

and I'm here to take 'em back! You can try to stop me,

but you won't!

In a few moons,

if you still feel punchy about this,

I'll be waiting.

Forgot the Ugg Rolls.

-Hope! You're alive! And you have the Ugg Rolls!

-Of course. I told you I'd get them back.

To be honest, I think the punch monkeys were relieved.

Every crime is really just a cry for help.

I wouldn't be surprised if they thank me.

-They're not going to thank you.

They're gonna thump you!

Run!

This way!

-They took your Ugga Burgers, too?

Gimme that!

And your Ugg's Nuggs?

Gimme those!

Ugh! You can keep whatever that is.

-Is that... I think they're performing

Little Red Punching Hood.

And they're eating your nachos!

- Oh, oh... - I'll be taking those,

thank you very much. And, spoiler alert!

The granny's not really a granny!

- We're almost there, Hope! - We are?

'Cause I can't see anything!

Ah!

Sorry. I was nacho-blocked.

And those monkeys are about to get Hope-blocked!

Just give me the food, Hope.

-Good thinking. I'll hold them off

while you save your culinary works of art.

You monkeys thirsty? Well, I'm gonna pour you

a great big cup of Hope punch!

Stop!

Ugga! What are you doing?

I'm coming clean.

They didn't steal my food. I stole theirs.

-Right, after they took it from you.

-No, Hope. I never cooked that food.

I was jealous of how everyone loved your food

and ignored my sculpture.

But when I tried to make my own food,

it was a disaster!

So, I did what anyone would do.

I traded a bucket of charred, stomped bananas

for delicious home-cooked meals made by monkeys

and passed them off as my own.

I'm sorry.

- I'm so glad you can't cook. - Huh?

-You're good at so many other things,

and I hated that you were good at this, too.

-So, you're not mad?

-How could I be mad?

I'm great, and you're terrible. It's a win-win!

-Well, it's a win for you.

-It's actually two wins for me.

I'm a better cook, and I forgive you.

- See? Win-win. - Oh.

We should get going. Grug probably has

both his hands stuck in his mouth by now.

-This is the last time

you'll try to eat your hands, right, Dad?

- Mm-mmm. - Ugh.

Dad? Is dinner ready?

I'm so hungry, my hands look good.

-Just putting on the garnish...

Sublime.

Mom!

-I think what Grug is trying to say is,

we're so glad you're here, and we're so hungry.

What's for dinner?

-Well, everyone, the truth is...

-The truth is we're having Ugga's Ribs.

She asked me to help her bring them in.

I always make a backup meal.

-I hope everyone is hungry!

Because dinner is...

Hm?

No!