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Ah!

The coffee is extra middle of the road today.

- Thanks? - The secret is

that the coffee machine hasn't been cleaned

for over 40 years.

Uh, is that, like, safe?

That's how diner coffee gets its robust flavor,

and it's the main reason

this place will never go out of business.

Hot brown!

I said hot brown.

Who wants to come on down for a free sample?

Free sample? Free sample?

Free?

Free sample?

So good.

What is this?

It's a dough-dunk.

Made using a patented technique of fusing food,

which netted me first prize on Meal Central Station's

Foodie Food Wars, by the way.

Huh, what's it a fusion of?

It's a doughnut

- fused with coffee. - Hmm. Isn't that just

- dunking it? - No!

Who does she think she is,

waltzing up in here

with her hot brown, and her big, cool boots?

Come on, Eileen. Maybe she's nice.

Her jib, Margaret.

I don't like the cut of it.

My name's Valencia, by the way.

Nice to meet you, Valencia.

Welcome to the neighborhood.

My name's Margaret, and I work, well, here.

Aw, that's so awesome, Arg-ar-et.

By the way, everyone, if you leave this cafe

and go to Hot Brown right now,

you get half off my tasty little nugs.

I'll see you girls later on. Or not.

Well, that couldn't have gone worse.

I told you.

You can always tell by the jib.

See, Eileen, look.

It's just a dinky little pop-up.

Wake up, Margaret.

Pop-ups like these are how these things start.

Popping up everywhere,

taking down innocent shops like ours every day.

- What's going on here? - Oh, hey, boss.

Another pop-up?

Wait, look. It's the cops!

What is this ramshackle operation?

You got a permit?

No, but I got free samples.

I suppose we could sample freely.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

This building is all yours.

No permit required.

Gee, thanks so much, officers.

Hot brown!

Well, I give us a week.

Ugh, what are we gonna do?

I don't want the coffee shop to close.

- I need this paycheck. - Same.

Well, we can always rely on our regulars.

Yeah, like Mordecai and Rigby.

Hot brown!

Gonna get some hot brown.

Et tu, Rigby?

Maybe it is hopeless.

No. Enough moping around.

We can save the shop

and take down Hot Brown.

We can be the masters of our own destiny.

Yeah! Let's do it!

Oh, jeez,

we never had this many customers.

How'd they even set this place up so fast?

It was a condemned building like 20 minutes ago.

How good could the food even be?

An excellent question,

which I intend to get to the bottom of.

Wait, where's your disguise?

Oh, right.

Not what I was imagining, but I like the simplicity.

Okay, yeah. I'm gonna get my dough-dunk raised,

glazed and double-dunked in hot brown.

I'm going cake, chocolate, extra wet, and hot brown.

I'm the coolest person in this line.

So, for me, it's gotta be bucket of holes,

mega wet, in hot-hot brown-brown.

Man, everybody's going bonkers for this stuff.

We gotta try it.

Wait, look.

An abandoned dough-dunk.

Let's go sneak a bite. Come on.

Dough-dunk thief!

We're not stealing. Someone just left it.

No one would ever abandon a dough-dunk.

It was being given time to breathe.

Any real Hot Brown customer would know that.

Easy, Gregoire.

I'll take it from here.

Hi, girls.

Unfortunately, Hot Brown has a strict

"no scavenging" rule.

However, if you wait around until we close up,

we do let non-payers lick the dirty plates clean.

We don't want your pity licks.

We don't like fusion food.

And we want you out of our neighborhood!

Pfft, I knew you weren't a real suffragist.

Who's your friend?

Arg-ar-et.

Well, pre-dunked fusion food is the future,

and there's nothing you can do to stop me!

Hot brown.

Hot brown!

Enjoy the day-olds, losers.

Argh!

Stupid trendy Val and her stupid trendy pop-up.

We can't just let her win.

We might need to just bite the dough-dunk on this one.

No way. I am not giving up.

No, I mean actually eat a dough-dunk

to see what's so great about it.

Margaret! You're a genius.

Oh, my gosh.

It's so good.

If these are the day-olds,

I'd hate to taste the today-youngs.

If we're gonna beat out Hot Brown for good,

we're gonna have to think bigger.

Wait. I've got it.

What if we made the perfect fusion food?

Breakfast, lunch, and dinner?

But how are we gonna do that?

I don't know. Just fry 'em all into one big log?

The Ultimate Fusion Log!

No time to taste test.

We just have to make as many as we can

for the next rush.

Ugh!

Hey! The dolts next door just made something

that could threaten our business!

Get over there and grab that recipe!

We're culinary geniuses.

Aren't we kind of above stealing

another chef's recipes?

Hot brown!

What? No, no, no. Not the industrial dishwasher!

Anyone else believe in the value

of artistic ownership?

That's what I thought.

I want that log!

Wow, I can't believe these were so easy to make.

These will save the coffee shop for sure.

And now,

for the finishing touch. Dessert.

Uh, is it supposed to do that?

Whoa!

What the heck is--

Where are we?

Foolish mortals.

Ah. Who are you?

We are the goddesses...

of breakfast.

- Lunch. - And dinner.

We demand you cease blazing this gastronomic path.

What? The logs? No way.

People are gonna love 'em.

Yes, a little too much.

And then it will replace all meals as we know it.

Diners and coffee shops will be a thing of the past.

Sounds good to us.

Wait. Who are you?

We are the Goddesses of Fusion.

Brunch.

- Linner. - And Lupper.

Margaret, Eileen,

when my sisters and I see your logs,

we see perfection.

You will usher in a new age of eating.

Like, continue on your log-based journey,

and fusion foods will finally have a chance to reign

supreme!

Plus, you'll be rich beyond your wildest dreams.

What do we do?

I mean, we did all of this to save the coffee shop.

We can't just let it get destroyed.

Well, we do only make minimum wage.

That's true.

But, no, we gotta save the coffee shop.

Sorry, ladies, but we can't do it.

We agree with the classic goddesses.

You have made the most important choice of your life.

But know this.

You must go back to your realm

and destroy all of the fusion logs.

No! You'll ruin everything!

The logs must be preserved.

Some things are the way they are

- for a reason. - Eat a fat one!

...must be preserved.

Wait. Where'd they go?

They've escaped.

After them!

Quick. To destroy those foul logs! Huh?

Uh...

No!

- Hot Brown Loaf! - She stole 'em while we were

in the void.

- Hot Brown Loaf! - Welcome, everybody.

I know you're all salivating to try my newest creation.

- Valencia! - Stop!

These logs are gonna become so popular

that they will end the concept of meals as we know it.

Pfft. This is just sad.

You are so jealous of me,

you just had to make up some ridiculous--

Valencia!

Quiet your screams, girl. We are allies to progress.

We're here to protect the logs.

Hey, there are those losers

who are trying to stop our fusion food future.

Eggs Benny!

That was too close--

The regular meal goddesses.

We prefer "classic."

And you three,

step aside from those logs.

Gut Bomb!

Hot chicken sandwich!

Lock in, Margaret.

It's time to trash these logs.

Pass me another.

Okay. Huh?

Give me that log!

- No! - All I need

is a little taste so I can recreate it.

No way. That's not even possible!

Yes, it is!

I have perfect flavor memory!

Hey, Val. Recreate this.

No!

Oh, no. There's one left. Stop her!

We did it!

Wow, how touching.

Hand over the log or face death by food.

Any last words?

- How about a last meal? - What?

No!

This isn't the future I envisioned.

No! No!

Ugh.

I might need a barf bucket.

We owe you girls a debt of gratitude.

You just saved cuisine as we know it.

My loaf!

You're not gonna let them get away with this, are you?

- Eh. - Yeah, that was really gross,

so we're kind of rethinking our whole vibe

right now on fusion.

Yeah. Bye.

No!

Fusion food is not gross!

- It's over, Valencia. - No!

Guys, come on.

Let's make a new fusion.

Right now.

Like cold brown.

How about cold brown?

Cold brown!

What did you just call it?

Cold brown?

Prison food is so un-chic!

You know, I'm kind of in the mood

for some really decent

middle of the road diner coffee.

So then, we got sucked up into this mysterious portal.

And we met the council of the food goddesses.

It was crazy.

Man, I wish we got to do cool stuff like that.