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It's finally here!
The Whirlpool of Eternal Doom.
And the day I, Lana Longbeard, finally gets to bake
and fling the Scooterberry Cake as tribute to the whirlpool.
I hope.
Lana!
Mhmm. Mmhmm. Huh.
- Well? - Patience, Lana.
Well?!
I hereby declare Lana's first Scooterberry Cake
fit to fling into the Whirlpool of Eternal Doom!
Whoo! I'm the official cake-flinger!
Oh, thank the salty seas. I was worried there for a minute!
- The cake is approved! - Well done, Lana!
One bite and that Whirlpool cake-hole's
gonna ask for seconds. Right, dad?
It better not, because we only have one Scooterberry Cake
and you know what happens if the Whirlpool isn't
happy with our annual offering!
- No clue. - Me neither.
But my guess is never-ending suffering.
Say what?
So let's fling this cake into the Whirlpool and have a
cakeless party to celebrate! I'm going to
put on my cake flinging pants.
Hey, Lana. Sprog was stuck in the storage hold,
so I let her out.
What did I say? OOF!
CHOPOV & LANA, SLOW: Noooooo!
Oh no! You locked Sprog up
so she wouldn't eat the cake you baked.
Correction, I locked up Sprog
so she wouldn't eat that one-of-a-kind
Scooterberry Cake I baked to fling into the whirlpool.
Oh, the cake was for the mythical whirlpool?
Phew! You do know whirlpools don't eat cake, right?
Whirlpools don't. Eat. Cake?!
It's okay! I'll just have to bake another one.
Another one? Another one?!
Is Doctor Chopov just gonna keep repeating everything we say?
Everything we say? Everything we say?!
You can't bake another Scooterberry Cake because
there are no more Scooterberries!
And if you don't fling a Scooterberry Cake,
we'll suffer for all eternity!
Mhmm.
Yes! Flap Shack!
I'm sorry. Why are you thinking about pancakes?!
Because Flap Shack has Scooterberry pancakes. I'll ask
to borrow some berries and bake another one-of-a-kind cake.
WAIT! The line cook at Ched-iyaq Flap Shack is
Philomena. She won't give you a single berry.
- Why not? - Because of me.
Well, technically her. We used to be best friends and
baking partners until one fateful day.
We were competing for best cake in the
grand finale of Dueling Cake Duos.
Aha!
Hooray!
Bakers, halt your whisks in three, two, one.
We could taste victory...
when Philomena tripped over a spatula.
The ruiner.
One baking mishap ended your friendship?
Yes! You can't drop your cake and eat it too!
Wow. And your cake wasn't even meant to save the Ten Realms.
No cake can save the Ten realms.
In your opinion. Well, I'm baking and flinging this cake,
so I'm gonna borrow Scooterberries.
Just don't mention me to her!
When Philomena's angry, she throws day old baked goods!
Sounds delicious!
What if Phlomena flips out?
I'm sure she's a perfectly reasonable person.
You! What do you want?
Greetings. I'm Lana Longbeard from the Mighty Windbreaker.
I didn't ask who you are. I asked what you want.
A cup of Scooterberries is what I want. Nay, need.
Well, "need" is a bit of an exaggeration.
Scooterberries, today?
You're baking this year's Scooterberry Cake?
Yes. Chef Chop-- I mean, as chef, I was chop-chop-chopping
a croconut for flour and realized we had no
Scooterberries. So could I have some, please?
I need to fling this cake.
Well, nice to see the youth of today
taking an interest in age-old tradition!
Here, take the berries. Now go, I'm busy.
- Philomena's not so bad. - Philomena's the worst!
HA! I knew I smelled cowardice. And cinnamon.
Only you would send a kid instead of facing me yourself.
Or did you come to finally apologize?
Oh, I'm so sorry that I didn't come sooner
to not apologize for something that was all your fault!
Croconut cream with not enough vanilla. And it's yesterdays!
Mhm! And still better than yours!
Can't you just both say you're sorry?
Is it really that hard? You used to be best friends!
Never!
Get the berries back and start the new cake. I'll hold her off.
Oh-ho-ho! You're cooking with fire, Philomena.
Are you sure we need this cake?
Are you going to help me or not, Bo? Spatula!
I am helping!
Egg!
Guess what? Right after you left, Philomena ran.
HA! That's the last we'll be seeing of her.
Oh, look a while to get on my cake flinging pants.
Woah.
Just in time for me to fling you!
Hand over Chopov or this is war!
What is happening right now? Ah!
Woah!
We'll fight food with food!
Admit it! You ruined our cake by tripping on that spatula!
Oh, the spatula you dropped through that hole in your apron?
Noooooo!
- Nordnut? - Runeroots!
Duck! Those day olds will break your teeth!
And the ship.
Great holes of cake, the whirlpool is huge!
I blame Chopov.
Help! Help!
My muffins are getting wet!
Man overboard.
Huh? What'd you say?
- We have to save her. - Philomena, catch!
Can't we just fling the cake and celebrate?
My Lana baked it.
Dad, there is no cake. Bo let Sprog out and she ate it.
But I'm wearing my special cake-flinging pants!
Greta, quick! Drop anchor!
Aye aye, Cap, but we need a cake.
You two need to help me bake this cake
or there may never be another cake-flinging.
- Batter up! - Let's get our dough on.
I've dropped all the anchors, Captain.
Without that cake, we're going down.
Did someone say "cake"?
Bring it here, Lana! Hurry!
Ah! Spatula!
Noooooo!
Bo, you ruined the cake again!
Me? We both dropped it!
We wouldn't be in this situation if it weren't for you!
Who knows if the legend of the Whirlpool is true?
But we've been flinging cakes since I was small,
and it was finally my turn!
You're right, Lana. You worked really hard
to bake your first cake for the cake-flinging,
and I'm...I'm really sorry I ruined it for you.
You would have flung it so far.
Thanks, Bo.
I'm sorry you dropped the cake.
And I'm sorry you dropped the spatula.
Uh, is everyone just going to hug
while we sink to the bottom of the sea?
Yes. We're having a moment.
Do you think the whirlpool would like a smash cake?
Only one way to find out.
Lana baked this with love! And an alarming amount of sugar.
Here you go, whirlpool!
Yeah!
Woah. What was that? Was that a--
Let's party!
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