Original subtitles

Enjoy your sloppy, Joseph.

Hello. Baron Jackson, we have a code red.

I'm dealing with a situation, O 'Neil.

Dale, pick up that napkin. It's not mine.

Okay,

okay. Mommy.

Recycling.

Eat them. You promised not to use your yokai powers in front of people.

But it makes things so much more efficient.

Why shouldn't I? Because of this letter I found in your mailbox.

Ah, my mailbox.

What is a mailbox?

The Lunch Lady Association is honored to declare Barry Draxum Lunch Person of

the Month for his excellence in lunchroomery.

And the superintendent of lunchrooms, Vivian Sobworth, is coming today to

present your award.

This is marvelous.

It's about time the human worms show the great Baron Draxum the respect he

commands.

No, this is bad.

Do you want to blow your cover? Because that's what's going to happen if

Slopworth sees how you run things.

What is wrong with how I run things?

I find this warm, moist ecosystem really keeps the baloney soft.

Uh... Oh, boy. If the big boss sees this mystic stuff, you're out of here.

We need help.

Mikey, we have a code double red. The superintendent of lunchrooms is coming

tour Drax's kitchen.

I can't hear you, April. I'm saving New York.

It looks like you're go -karting. I'm not go -karting, and I still can't hear

you. Okay, we have got to clean this up before Sopworth gets here.

You mean her?

Oh, boy.

Okay, look, Draxy, you keep her busy, and I'll take care of this whole

situation. Got it.

You. Quit stirring that pot of mystery meat and get rid of anything in here

that's still alive.

You get a bucket of studs and start making this place the butler.

I don't care how long you've been working here. I'm a vertebrate, so I'm

charge.

Welcome to the cab, Your Excellency.

Delighted. I was very impressed by how low your costs are. How do you run this

entire place by yourself?

Draxum prides himself on efficiency.

You have children eat from a trap?

That's exactly what I suggested on my first day.

No one listened.

They'll burn their hands, they all said.

The weaker ones do, but we're trying to cull the herd.

Now let's see what you've done to this kitchen.

Kitchen?

Time to enter the kitchen after a gentle push of this unlocked swinging door,

April.

These nuggets are delicious.

Right? Why use costly chicken when there are dozens of birds out by the trash?

Anyhoo, this is my unpaid intern, April.

Cha -ching!

Superintendent Thornworth! I've heard so much about you in the last ten minutes.

I'm a big fan of the cafeteria art. Call me Viv. I hope you'll join us for

Barry's banquet tonight.

Banquet? What a perfect way for my subjects, I mean colleagues, to kneel at

feet.

I thought we'd have it right here in your cafeteria. I've invited every lunch

lady in the district.

Really? Yeah?

Hmm.

you were saving the city. And you were my next stop.

Now, what's this about the superintendent checking up on Draxum?

O 'Neal!

What is the status?

Draxum? Why was there an ooz -quito in your kitchen?

Well, I don't know.

Okay, I was going to turn that Dale kid into a cantaloupe mutant.

His head... Come on, it looks just like one!

Because you couldn't give up your mystic stuff, there's now a mutant inside that

locker! I got you a swank apartment and this sweet job, and you're risking it

all to play with Oostitos?

Are you trying to get thrown in the Hidden City Prison, huh?

No.

No!

Please stop the mystic stuff. You almost blew your cover again.

But we have to stop him. I'm about to receive the Lunch Person of the Month

Award, which I can only assume is the highest human honor.

Where'd you go, Barry?

He must not ruin it for me. You have done enough.

Keep the superintendent busy, and we'll go deal with Flappy Joseph.

When he eats, he grows.

When he eats, he grows!

Yes!

Take a look at that, Barry.

A statue of me made of fish sticks?

In my previous life, naturally, I assumed they would build statues in my

But even I never imagined such beautiful...

Spreading?

Oh, no.

Oh, man.

Mikey, he's after the sugar machine.

Ladies and lunch gentlemen, this room says it all. The best managed cafeteria

the district. I proudly present the golden hairnet to lunch person of the

Barry Drexum.

Thank you. I humbly accept this totem of your eternal worship.

As the greatest among you, I... My lonely lunch subjects, remain

calm. There's a simple human explanation for this harmless... My statue!

This monster must be slain!

Barry? No mystics up!

What? No, no, no!

Totally explainable common beast!

As lord of the lunchroom, I command you to stand down!

Right here! Your Excellency!

No!

Maxim? What are you doing?

Buy no mystic stuff.

What am I gonna do?

Sloppy Joseph!

You're about to get served!

Come and get it, lunch meat!

Infinity Sword Cannon!

Battle ladles of justice!

war, Draxum.

As you wish, Your Excellency.

Don't worry, Barry. We've all had to deal with an occasional meat goblin.

last week, one of my chalupas took out the entire debate team.

The point is, you're one of us now. And what happens in the lunchroom stays in

the lunchroom.

You lucked out this time, Barry. From now on, no more mystic stuff.

Promise me that!

I promise on my fish stick statue.

Okay.

Hungry, buddy?

Yes, you are.

We better not overdo it.