Welcome to the Gummy Bear Show!
Welcome back, viewers.
We are now at stage eight of Chef Glockenspiel's beef tower flambé.
Follow closely as he carefully adds a sprig of parsley.
Yes.
I'm ready!
Go on!
Slowly....
Delicately....
Concentrate.....
*ring*
WAH! WOAH!
*splat*
Mmmm... pfffft. Bleugh.
*ring*
Oh my! Chef has stuck the landing!
Ha ha ha ha!
There it is.
Wonderful.
Rrrgh WHAT?
Hey Mr. Cronk.
It's Gummy!
Listen, do you wanna go-
*slam*
Ngah!
Pest!
Ah ha ha... such superb execution.
I pity anyone who just missed that.
RAAAAAHHH!!!
Next comes stage nine: the delicate sprinkling of paprika.
Hm... gah!
Paprika... perfect!
Now, pay very careful attention.
Gently tap out exactly forty-two teensy particles.
*knock knock knock*
GAH!
*splat*
OH!
Oh...
*sniff*
GAH! *cough cough cough*
*slam*
Ngh...
Oh...
Hey neighbor!
Our call got cut off.
Go!
Leave!
NOW!
Gummy...
RRRRGAAHHH!!!
Oh, such sublime, flawless sprinkling.
I do hope all of our viewers just witnessed that.
AAAAAHHH!!! *bang bang bang*
Wah ha haaaaaa.... why me? WHY ME?
Wah ha ha hah....
My beautiful flambé!
Awwww....
Here you go, pal.
Thank you, Gummy.
Gummy?
How'd you... when did...?
Slipped in before you shut the door.
So, anyway, I wrote a song for you, old buddy ol' pal.
Have a seat.
But... but...
♫ This is the Gummy Twist!
This is the Gummy Twist! ♫
Come on, Mr. Cronk.
Move with me!
Groove with me!
GUMMY!
I knew you'd like it.
Now for the second verse.
♫ There's a cow! The cow likes to twist
There's a cow! The cow says I would twist... ♫
*SPLAT*
Mr. Cronk... you... you saved me!
No!
I absolutely did not!
I've been reading a book about knights and chivalry and good deed-doing.
Okay, I only looked at the pictures.
But back then, if someone saved your life, you could only repay them by saving their life!
Yes yes yes, whatever.
Which means...
I must now repay you for saving my life by saving your life!
Sure, sure.
Just GET OUT OF HERE!
WOAH!
*slam*
*bang bang bang*
*burning*
*crash*
Ugh... hah... ahhhhh....
Finally, some peace and quiet.
Exactly.
BLAH!
How did you get in here?
The window.
I met this really friendly bird out there.
Or maybe it was a gorilla.
A gorilla?
Ahp ahp ahp....
Okay, before we argue about species, let me make sure your place is secure.
And don't you worry, Gummy is here to save you.
Oh my!
An iron and ironing board!
You could burn yourself.
A can opener could not only open a can, but your cranium, head!
Marbles?
Nope, choking hazard.
Hammer?
Another choking hazard.
Pins, needles, thumb tacks!
Ohhhhhh... you could poke an eye out!
Milk?
Probably the most dangerous of all liquids, especially when it shoots out your nose.
And whatever this is, it looks completely dangerous!
Noooo!
Stop!
That's my flambé!
I'm in the middle of a cooking show!
Now it is time to spoon on some raw honey.
Raw?
Why, you haven't even been properly introduced!
Stranger danger!
No, urk....
Stop!
Let go!
Rah!
*crash*
Phew.
Danger averted.
And now we are ready to add on the potato chip garnish.
Chips.
Right.
Another choking hazard!
This place is just full of them!
Heimlich manuver to the rescue!
GAH!
AAAHHHH!!!
STOP THAT!
RAH!
I haven't even... opened... the bag yet....
My bad.
*cough cough cough*
Oh no!
Life-threatening allergies!
I must get all of the dust out of the air!
Enough!
Stop!
Please!
Wah ha ha ha hah.....
Let me out, let me out, let me out!
*bang bang*
Gah....
All I wanted to do all year is to stand in my nice pristine living space and make this flambé.
Well why didn't you just say so?
*cough cough*
At last, Mr. Cronk.
I know how to save your life!
Be brave, little cowboy.
Mission accomplished!
We are even steven.
Level nevel.
And copacetic jopacetic.
Well, gotta go!
Mmmm... yummy!
Ha ha ha... really?
*splat*