Eddie's Million Dollar Cook Off Page #2

The Brown Sugar Melt...

Dad:
Eddie.

Eddie!

What? Uh...

Oh, Yeah,

That'd Be Great.

Hmm?

Boy:
Red Belly!

Eddie, No.

Why Do You Have

To Push Like That?

If It's Something

He Really Wants,

He'll Figure Out

How To Make It Happen.

I'm Not Pushing.

I'm Steering.

There's

A Big Difference.

Ow!

Mmm! What Happened?

You All Right?

Ah! Everybody Calm Down.

I Just Cut My Finger.

I'm Fine.

Are You Sure?

Here, Let Me See It.

No, Really, Just

A Couple Of Stitches.

Stitches?

How Bad Is It?

Honey, I Can't

Help You

If You Won't

Let Me See It.

No. You Know

How You Are With Blood.

Honestly. One Time

And A Man's...

Ooh, I Better Sit Down.

[Mom Sighs]

Sweetie, Would You Put

The Food Away, Please?

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.

[Dad Moaning]

Mom:
Pat, Deep Breath.

There's A Paper Bag

On The Floor.

Oh, It Looks Like

He's Gonna Be Sick.

Mom:
Somebody Open

A Window, Quick.

Well, At Least

We Can Watch The Game.

[Game Playing On Tv]

[Sniff]

Is Any Of This

Stuff Edible?

Man, I'm Starving.

Figures.

Game's Over Already.

You Know You Got

A Piece Of Raw Chicken

In Your Hand?

Hey, What If Instead

Of Putting This Stuff Away,

We Make Something

Out Of It?

Let Me Think.

Uh...No.

Come On, It'd Be Cool,

And My Mom Would Be

Totally Surprised.

I'd Rather Pull Out

My Nose Hairs.

I'm With Him. I'd Rather

Pull Out His Nose Hairs.

Besides, You Don't

Even Know How To Cook.

Sure, I Do.

Kinda.

I Make Eddie Dogs.

How Hard Can This Be?

Yeah

Fresh. Still Some Crunch.

Over Here.

Are You Sure

The Shells Are Supposed

To Be In There?

[Sizzling]

Hey, Now,

I'm Just Asking.

[Timer Dings]

Oh, Yeah

Cinnamon.

Cinnamon.

Cinnamon.

Basil.

Basil.

Basil.

Cardamom.

Cardamom.

Cardamom.

Caraway.

Caraway.

Caraway.

Come On, Buddy,

Let's Go.

Keep Going,

Keep It Going.

Get That For Me,

Get That For Me.

Get That For Me. Thank You.

It's Going Good.

It's Going Good.

Mash 'Em.

Yeah.

Ooh, Yeah

Hey, We Got Pizza!

How's Mom?

I'm Fine.

Dad Fainted Twice.

I Didn't Faint.

Men Pass Out,

They Don't Faint.

Did You Put

The Food Away, Honey?

Nope.

I Cooked It Instead.

Ok. There's No Way

I'm Eating That.

[Laughter]

You're Gonna Lose It.

Hey, How About That?

Mom:
Well, I, For One,

Am Quite Impressed.

You Boys Have Done

An Amazing Job.

Hey, Don't Look At Us.

We Had Nothing

To Do With It.

It Was All Eddie.

Yeah, It Was Like

He Was Possessed

Or Something.

Well, We're Gonna

Have To Start Calling

You Chef Eddie.

[Laughter]

More Like Eddie Crocker.

Ooh!

Ooh!

At Least Now I Know

What To Get You

For Your Birthday.

An Apron!

[Laughter]

Or An Easy-Bake Oven.

Knock It Off.

You Know, Now,

He Always Did Like

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