Living Large (Život k sežrání)

Yo yo.

-Simmer some African millet. -Millet!

Pork in the skillet, You're gonna kill it.

Seafood is best when you poach or grill it.

Zucchini! Chop-chop it teeny on your lemon fettucine.

-Don't forget porcini! -I'm hungry-hungry-hungry for life!

-I'm hungry-hungry-hungry for life! -I'm hungry-hungry-hungry for life!

-I'm hungry-hungry-hungry for life! -I'm hungry-hungry-hungry for life!

-I'm hungry-hungry-hungry for life! -I'm hungry-hungry-hungry for life!

-Oh yeah, and my sister's on board now. -Really?

You know it. She ditched her violin and bought a bass.

Dude, we've got ourselves a band!

-I guess we do! -Go take that racket someplace else!

-You're scaring our kids. -What a terrible age.

The grown-ups run you off the playground but you've got nowhere else to go.

Scaring our kids! Scaring our kids!

Take that racket someplace else!

Cut out all that noise! Oh you noisy boys!

Let's poison some kids!

-See ya. -See ya, dude.

LIVING LARGE

-Hey guys. -Hi.

What's up, Bobby!

You're all set. I'll see you next month.

Stop that! Leave them alone.

Alright everybody, who's next?

-I'm home, Mom. -Hiya, Benny.

Don't forget to feed Punky.

'Sup, Punky.

Hug time.

Ah, come on, dude. Just eat. Looks tasty...

You're killing me.

Here.

Hungry-hungry-hungry for life. Hungry-hungry-hungry for life.

Grinding, grinding, Check me out, I'm winding,

Grind it to a halt, then add some salt, Meat's gonna broil, but not without oil.

Yeah-yeah oil! Hey!

Toasting buns is easy, lettuce to savor, Better make it cheesy, onions for flavor.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You placed it, you faced it, You aced it, now taste it!

Ketchup and mayo, And top it with the bun,

Plate it up and Hey-yo Ben's meal is done!

Flowin to the beat, so much more than meat My treat, my feat, let's eat!

This is what we've got so far. Check this out...

-Simmer some millet, pork in the skillet -Nice!

You're gonna kill it!

That's great, guys!

It rocks, right?

We need someone to play keys.

Whatever, man. We're gonna slay at this year's Christmas show.

We'll fill you in tomorrow at rehearsal.

-Dude, my dad's calling. Gotta run! -Peace.

Hey, what's up Dad.

Am I off mute? Hiya, son.

-Just working on a song with the band. -Oh, that's nice.

-Do you want to hear it? -Have you put on some weight, kid?

You know... maybe you should work out.

I do. When I'm cooking.

Simmer some African millet Pork in the skillet!

-Hungry-hungry-hungry for life! -That's great.

Hi Ben, I'm Sophie.

-I've heard so much about you. -That makes one of us.

I thought we could all take a trip to see Grandma.

That way you and Sophie can get acquainted.

Benny! Did you feed Punky?!

-Mom's calling. I gotta go. -Did you weigh him?

-Bye. -We'll see you soon.

-Who are you talking to? -No one.

Aha, and how is no one doing?

He's got a new friend. So I guess he's good.

Aha. Did he eat something?

-Who, Dad? -No, Punky.

Eventually. Oh... and her name's Sophie.

-Who? -Dad's new friend.

Oh, aha.

-So what are we eating? -Oh, you're gonna love it.

Wow, that looks amazing.

You know, without you, Benny, I'd probably be eating worms.

-Mom? -What's up?

Aren't you sad that Dad's found someone else?

Maybe she'll make him happy.

-And are you happy? -Yeah...

I'm happy here with you. Let's eat up.

Delicious! Ben, you're a master.

Well here's to the two of us.

And to a good first day at school.

It's Cake-Off!

As you know, last time, Mr. Josef baked his way to victory

with his shocking Clash of the Marzipans.

Today, we'll see if his bakes can turn all the rest to stone.

And what theme will Ms. Vera be baking for us in round one?

Why, limes are from Mars, lemons are from Venus!

That leaves Mr. Milan with Addicted to Loaf.

Can't wait to see what happens! So, aprons on!

Episode 258 of Cook-Off is about to begin!

Mom?

Why is all of my underwear suddenly pink?

Sorry. Something red must have slipped in with them.

Look at Jeff! Have you ever seen such a good eater

Oh, I'm running late. Feed Punky for me, okay?

Oh joy.

It's time, Punky.

Take it easy.

Mom, I'm taking the bike.

Nice work, Pipetka. Late on the very first day.

I'm sorry I'm late, I couldn't help it.

A three-headed beast ate my homework.

Go take your seat. You look like you're about to pass out.

Don't worry, ma'am, it's all good. I'm sure I'll survive somehow.

So today is just the introductory class, where I give you the lay of the land.

But from tomorrow, we follow the syllabus; I hope you looked at it over the summer.

-Are you with me? -What are you staring at?

-Yo. -Hey.

These are not the girls we used to know.

Yeah, you know, evolution of the species.

-Welcome to hell. -So just to be clear...

Seriously! It looks like the girls went through a particle accelerator.

You summer break is over and it's time to turn on your brains.

No more devices; the only network you will be using in here is your neural network.

The nurse said to send in the next two students.

Thank you, take your seat, Klara.

So who's up next? Pipetka and Poppler.

Come on. Let's go, dude.

What's going on with you today, Pipetka?

Or is this just puberty?

Get up, Ben. What is it you're doing?

Just trying to find my lost childhood.

Well, just go on then. You've got P.E. soon.

Dude! There've been some crazy changes.

-Did you see Klara? -Yup.

It's called, hormones.

-A harmony of hormones. -This is where our band's gonna slay.

-Alright if I sign us up? -Totally, let's go for it, dude!

The girls are gonna scream for us.

You're next, Pipetka.

What does she do in there?

-She's pretty much a total weirdo. - Benjamin Pipetka.

Take everything off, Benjamin.

-Pink, huh? -No, something red fell into the washer.

Alright, let's get your height.

Looks like you're nearly 5 foot 5. Now please step on the scale.

Oh my.

You weigh 180 pounds. Please step off

Do you play sports?

P.E. three times a week.

Everything appears in order down there. You can get dressed now.

Look, Ben, a normal, developing boy gains about fifty seven pounds

between the ages of 12 and 17.

You gained twenty two pounds in just one of those years.

-Is that too much? -It's more than too much.

It's considered class two obesity.

A condition that can cause serious health problems.

As you'll read here.

There are lots of good tips in there.

And please bring this home for your parents.

What's that?

-Just a... pamphlet she gave me. -Erik Poupě!

Better keep an eye on your underwear.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

DIET

Hey look, it's Puffy!

And what do we have here?

To the parents of Benjamin, after examining your son

I'd like to draw your attention to a problem

that is taking on serious proportions.

Is she talking about your belly?

Give that back!

Stop.

What are you doing here, Pipetka?! My class is starting.

Today we're exercising with the girls.

And, you're welcome for the opportunity to... what?

Show off a bit!

Pipetka here was just caught hiding in the school bathroom.

Let this be a lesson to you all: Nobody escapes P.E.!

He's so strong!

Attention!

At ease.

Where are your shorts, Pipetka? Go change now!

If you insist.

Am I seeing pink?!

Oh yeah. Don't you know... I just started a new trend.

It's never too late to get in style.

-I can give you some tips. -You won't be laughing long.

Yep, run you turtles!

I'll make athletes of you yet! Move it!

This is how you drop pounds, Pipetka!

What's wrong? There's no walking here! Let's go!

Let's go, let's go, let's go! We run, we run for fun!

That's it. Nice, people.

Move it, Pipetka!

-Started a new trend, you showed him. -Maybe but, he's out to get me.

I can't believe we have to go to school when it's this hot.

-Wanna go swimming? -I wish but, uh, I've got bass practice.

But we can go, right Ben?

Hey Puffy!

We're going for a swim, but Puffy here ain't going anywhere.

Otherwise nobody else would be able to fit in the pool...

-No pool for you! -Yeah, Puffy!

-Find your own pool! -We'll see about that.

Puffy! When I say you're not going, then you're not going, you got that?