Buster's Carpool Catastrophe/Transcript

Cooking Class
Puffaeu: Today we make the most important food the world has ever known. Who can tell me what this food is?

Buster: The potato chip?

Muffy: Chicken Lickin's chix-stix with cheddarola?

Arthur: A fancy pastry filled with fruit?

Puffaeu: No, no, no. The "chip" is filled with the trans fats. Very unhealthy, mon ami! Better you should eat dirt! Mademoiselle, if you mention the name of this "Chicken Lickin" in my class again, you will be asked to leave. Monsieur Read, I will teach you to make the fruit pastry as promised, but you must learn to crawl before you walk. No, today, we make bread. Flour, water, yeast. And a little pinch of salt.

Arthur: I'm never going to make something for my dad in time for his birthday.

Muffy: Chef Puffaeu is a genius. He cannot be rushed.

Buster: How do we know he's a genius? We've been in this class for two weeks and I haven't tasted a cookie.

Muffy: He's famous. Didn't you see Preparing with Puffaeu?

Arthur: My dad watched that show. It was cancelled when Puffaeu yelled at the audience for clapping too loudly and ruining his souffle.

Puffaeu: Et voila! We let the dough rise, we bake it, and finally, we have this.

Buster: Can I taste it?

Puffaeu: No! This class is not about this. It is about... this. The process. The journey!

Buster: So... can I taste this?

Crosswires' Mansion
Muffy: Bailey, which is a better title for my cooking show? Crosswire's Classy Kitchen, or Muffy: Master Chef?

Bailey: Both are excellent. However, the term "master" may be a tad presumptuous when one has only ever made a sandwich. There seems to be something wrong with the limo.

Muffy: Oh, we can't be late. If you're late, Chef Puffaeu makes you peel onions for the entire class.

Bailey: Fear not, Miss Muffy. I'm sure you can go with one of the other students.

Buster's Condo
Bitzi: We agreed to drive Arthur this week, but I think we can squeeze in one more. See you in a bit. Muffy's car broke down. Sorry, sweetie, it'll be a little crowded in the back.

Buster: Are you kidding? This is going to be great! I'll get some games, and CDs, and we'll pack some snacks! This is going to be a party on wheels!

Crosswires' Mansion
Buster: Welcome to super-cool cooking class carpool! All aboard the Baxtermobile!

Muffy: The "Baxtermobile" is ten minutes late.

Buster: Don't worry, we'll get there with time to spare. My mom is the best driver in Elwood City.

Bitzi's Car
Buster: So, what should we play first? How about "I Spy"? I spot something and you have to guess what is it. I spy with my little eye... something that begins with the letter T.

Muffy: Garbage!

Buster: Garbage? That's a G; I said T.

Muffy: No, there's garbage on the floor of this car.

Arthur: It's not garbage. It's the bag of fruit I brought for the pastry I'm going to make my dad.

Muffy: Well, please get it away from my side. I don't want fruit getting on my shorts.

Arthur: You'll get food on you anyway. It's a cooking class, remember?

Muffy: It might just be a "class" for you, but for me, it's practice for my cooking show.

Arthur: What's it going to be called? Ordering in with Muffy Crosswire?

Buster: Hey guys! We're still playing I Spy. The letter's T.

Muffy: Ugh! The smell is making me sick!

Arthur: Fine. Buster, could you hand me that bag? My fruit!

Muffy: Does anyone have a moist towelette?

Bitzi: Okay! How about a little music, hmm? Sorry, I forgot--the CD player is broken.

Muffy: Mrs. Bater, could you put the air conditioning on? It's a little hot back here.

Bitzi: It is on,dear.

Buster: Why don't you just roll down the window?

Muffy: Aah! My bonnet!

Buster: Tree!

Arthur: What?

Buster: What I spied. With my little eye. It was a tree.

Muffy: Well, you know what I spy? D. Guess what that's for.

Arthur: Donut?

Muffy: No! Disaster! That's what this carpool is.

Cooking Class
Puffaeu: Mademoiselle, the dough will not make itself. Knead it, knead it.

Muffy: I was trying not to make a mess.

Puffaeu: Cooking is messy. Life is messy. You must enjoy the mess. Only sad chefs have clean clothes.

Muffy: Speaking of appearances, what makeup do you recommend wearing in front of the cameras?

Puffaeu: Flour.

Arthur: Monsieur Puffaeu, I brought fruit with me. Maybe after class you can help me with that pastry?

Puffaeu: Oranges, grapes, bananas? No! Puffaeu cannot work with this material. Bring berries. Fresh ones! Everyone! Come!

Buster: What? What? I didn't do anything.

Puffaeu: Exactly! And the dough, it is rising beautifully. Sometimes the chef must relax and let nature do the cooking. Good work, Monsieur Baxter.

Muffy's Room
Muffy: What?! I have to ride in that horrible Baxtermobile again?

Bailey: I'm afraid the mechanic said it would be at least a week before the limo is fixed.

Muffy: So? We'll use a different car. Daddy has tons of them at work.

Bailey: Your father thought this would be a good opportunity to help the environment by carpooling.

Muffy: Looks like I won't be trying my host outfit tomorrow. It'd get ruined in that cramped backseat. But, as long as I'm stuck with Buster and Arthur, I might as well put them to good use.

Bitzi's Car
Buster: Muffy Crosswire: Mister Chef, take one.

Muffy: Master chef!

Buster: So Muffy, how do you like riding in Buster Baxter's super cool cooking class carpool?

Muffy: Next question!

Buster: Okay, if you were on an island, and the only things to eat were worms and beetles, which would it be?

Muffy: Give me that! That's not the type of questions you're supposed to ask me. Ask me how I prepare fabulous dishes.

Arthur: Okay. How does Muffy the master chef make fettuccine alfredo?

Muffy: Um, well... first you find an excellent Italian restaurant in your neighborhood, and then...

Buster: Hey, speaking of food, the cafe car of the Baxtermobile is now open. Ta-da!

Arthur: Eggs? Are you crazy? They could crack open and spill on my berries!

Buster: Relax, they're hardboiled. At least the ones with the H written on them are.

Bitzi: Oh dear. "No exit." They're closed our turn-off for road work. Good thing I got this GPS thingy a few days ago.

Muffy: It's not a MotorLoco L-17, is it? Daddy says they're effective.

GPS: Turn right here.

Bitzi: Right? What right?

GPS: Turn right here

Bitzi: There is no right!

Buster: This one has an H, and this one doesn't. This one has an I. I wonder what that means.

Bitzi: Hang on, I have to pull over and look at a map.

Buster: Whoa! The eggs!

Arthur: My berries!

Muffy: It's on my shorts!

GPS: You have arrived at your destination.

Cooking Class
Puffaeu: Now you look like a chef, Mademoiselle. These berries are perfect, Monsieur Read. Too bad they're covered in egg. But you three look like you had fun. That is what matters. Now, if you please, peel the onions.