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Tapping, tapping, tapping.

Camping! Camping! Camping! Boys, we leave for intense survival training in

exactly one minute.

Survival training?

I thought we were going camping.

It's just like camping. Only you learn which bugs are the yummiest and how to

drink your own sweat.

Bye!

Thanks, April and Sunita, for holding down the fort while we're gone for what

formerly thought was going to be a fun weekend.

Aw!

Don't forget to change Sheldon's coolant thrice daily, that means three times,

and give him a little scritch behind the ears. Ears can be found here, here,

here, and here.

Don't worry.

We got you covered.

Boys, in the tank. Let's go, let's go. Move it, move it.

Turf night!

Can we at least make more?

You will make nothing. Hey, Donnie, what's this new button? No, don't!

24 -hour lockdown initiated.

And now we are trapped in here.

Hey, you know Raph loves giant buttons.

Sauce that hog!

Sauce that hog!

Sauce that hog!

Seriously? The barbecue channel?

This is not what I had in mind for girls' night.

They're about to toss the pig.

Sauce that hog!

Sauce that hog!

We are going.

You don't want to see this?

It took these mountain men six months to craft that song.

You need more than barbecue TV in your life, girl. Grab your cloaking brooch

let's go.

Let us rock and roll!

Pizza pit!

Munch, munch, munch in the pizza pit!

Pizza pit!

down the jerk who stole it. Too bad your total friends are off in the woods.

Help! April!

April!

I'm tankophobic!

Help!

Why did I soundproof the tank?

I'll try the horn.

Why did I soundproof the garage?

Any brooch stolen in the Trot State area eventually ends up going through here.

Whoa, the brooch district.

Hey, yo, a brooch man. I'm looking for a very special kind of

brooch. One that someone may or may not just have tried to sell to you on

account of its specialness.

Wink, wink.

Look, kid.

My clients expect a certain level of discretion.

You think I'm just going to tell you the brooch was bought by some big guy with

a thick neck, an upturned nose, and a paper hat on his way to Channel 6 in a

late model charcoal gray stretch limo?

Oh, no, no, no, no. You ain't getting nothing from old loose lips Malinowski

here. A shmoo shmoo.

See? What'd I tell you?

April's got your back.

And we didn't need to bother the boys on their serious training mission.

Do you think, googly girl?

Maybe it's not worth it. I mean, I want my brooch, but I can't risk being seen

in my googly form.

Come on. Would April O 'Neil get her good friend Sunita into a pickle?

Answer at 11.

Who are you?

Oh, I'm the, uh, new weather person, April... O 'Nimbus?

We've got sunny skies inland, but uh -oh, looks like some rain clouds coming

on the coast and a pair of...

Eyeballs. Hovering over New Jersey.

Better wear your rain goggles.

Channel 6 weather, this is April O.

Nimbus.

Signing off.

I like your stuff, kid. Tell Mel Nino he's fired.

We've got an emergency at the hit cooking show Condescending Kitchen.

Our abusive host, Guy Flambé, is missing. And some even meaner guy's

take his place.

What? I said...

a bit tied up at the moment.

I meant that literally.

This is bad.

What? That's Meat Sweat. He's a crazy dangerous mutant and thanks to me he's

using your grand googly's brooch to disguise himself.

That's right, dears.

Rupert Swaggart has returned as your beloved reviled host of... condescending

kitchen.

Applaud me.

But what about that freak accident that made you look monstrously biggish?

Hollywood magic.

The details of my demise were greatly exaggerated.

Look at me boat race.

All sorts of anthem is me.

Now that I'm back behind... a counter!

What time is it, friends?

It's time to unleash the flavor!

I don't know about this, April.

Maybe we should just leave? Not a chance.

I'm not leaving you exposed like this. I promised I'd get your grand googly

brooch back, and I will.

Contestant!

Bring your entrees to me, and I shall tell you exactly how much they offend my

classically trained palate.

Chef, for you today, I've made a simple risotto with a touch of unleashed

flavor.

Nobody likes a suck -up, except for me.

What is this wretched flavor?

Oh, it's just an old family recipe called... Too much hot sauce!

Ah! My pristine power!

and dragged you out. I'm the worst.

Are you kidding me?

You're amazing!

Sure, you convinced me to go to that concert where I got robbed, and then you

took us to that seedy part of town, and then came here and unleashed a seven

-foot mutant pig who wants to belay us, but this has been one of the...

Enough's enough.

Is it?

Do you smell that, Zimnita?

I sure do.

I want the cloaking brooch, and I will not be stopped.

Look at this little piggy -wiggy. That's some

prime swine.

Get me my... Slice and bleed.

Stop that horse!

Wait, wait!

At least soak me in brine before you cook me.

Stop that horse!

Oh, horseradish.