- (crunching) Mm, oh yeah. That's very good.
That's very good stick of butter. - (Ian) SHUT UP!
- What the hell? Anthony?
- I want a rematch.
- What you need is a doctor.
After all, you've been dead in my pool for eight months.
- I'm fine. And with the help of my new favorite food,
we're gonna crush you! - If you think your celery is gonna beat
my pink frosted sprinkled donuts, then YOU'RE GOING DOWN!
(chiming)
(explosion) ♪ (metal music) ♪
Let's see whose food can be a oven mitt.
(buzzer)
(sizzling)
Hot! HOT!! HOT!!!
(buzzer)
- Let's see if your DONUT can be a... squeegee.
- Pfft. I know for a fact my donut can beat your celery.
And if you used Wikipedia more often, maybe you would know that,
before donuts were used for eating,
they were used for cleaning windows.
Come on, donut. Squeegee away.
♪ (metal music) ♪ (chuckles)
(muttering)
Those Wikipedia bastards!
(buzzer)
- All right. Squeegee time.
(squeaking)
(ding)
- Let's take a stab at a knife.
- Let's take a stab at your mom
with my dic-tionary.
All right, celery. Here we go!
Ian, can you hand me that? - The baguette?
- What'd you just call me? - I asked if you wanted the BAGuette.
- It's pronounced "baGUETTE."
- Well, it is-- - It's French!
Come on, you green piece of crap. You--
Dang it!! - (laughing)
(buzzer)
Check this out, Anthony.
I can chop this baguette in half with one fatal swipe.
Yeehaaaaaw!
(ding)
Are you down for a pogo stick?
- Yeah! I'm down, like Judge Joe Brown!
- Don't let me down, donut.
(groans)
(buzzer)
- Come on, celery, bounce me to victory.
(crunch)
(screaming)
(crack)
Oh my god, it worked!
(ding)
How about...
rob a defenseless person!
- I'll rob you of this win. (chuckles)
(burps)
- Give me all your money! - (screams)
(buzzer)
- Give me all your money!
- Mm, how much for the donut? - Everything in your purse.
- Here you go.
(ding)
- Let's see how good your donut is when...
we're fishing for people!
- That'll be easy! Everyone loves donuts.
- Not yours, 'cause yours are pink, and pink is for little girls!
♪ (metal music) ♪
- Oh.
- (whispering) Yes.
- This must be my lucky day.
- No!
(buzzer)
- I'm gonna getcha.
- Oh, what in tarnation? Is that celery?
Oh, I'm gonna getcha, little guy.
Come back here, you little rascal.
Ah, come back here, you damn celery! I'm gonna getcha!
Come on!
Come back here, celery. Come back. I'm gonna getcha!
Come back here, you damn celery.
I'm gonna getcha. Ah!
(munching loudly)
(ding)
(crazy muttering)
(contented sigh)
- I'd like to see you beat me
when our food is used as a steering wheel! - This'll be easy!
- Yeah, as easy as my mom! High five!
Thanks to my lucky white T-shirt,
me and my donut are gonna win for sure.
(loud grunting)
Come on, donut! Go right! Right! I said right!!
Come on, donut! No!!! (tires screeching)
(crash!)
(buzzer)
I'm fine.
Wait. Is it normal to have a faint and irregular pulse?
And is it normal to be vomiting blood?
Okay. This is totally trippy.
Now I don't have, like, any pulse at all.
Oh man, this is awesome.
♪ (metal music) ♪
- Anthony. Anthony. You just won Food Battle 2007.
What are you gonna do now?
- I'm gonna go home and watch Toy Story!
- Oh boy, Toy Story! Can I come?
- Hell yeah!