When Gene learns that the formula for his favorite chocolate has changed, he works with the head of the company in an attempt to remedy the situation. So, without further ado, I present the Acropolis, made out of Popsicle sticks. All right, little Chunky Blast Off, a lot of pressure on you. It's gonna be, uh, somewhere between 15 and 20 million dollars. Buy something nice for yourself. I think Gene needs to go. Well, they're always coming up with new things, those guys.
First your company betrays me and now you! I mean, he had a suit on, he had a penis, he looked familiar. He's fighting for something he believes in. But we should support Gene's cause. Oh, hey, I haven't given you the cool tour. I'm not exactly on good terms with management at the course right now. Uh, a couple months ago, maybe? Go, go, go, go, go, go! The best kind of stranger. Hey, you're not supposed to be here.
Is there any other reason you want to take him? Diving into a murky lake at night with nothing but a garden hose for air. Hey, did you see how they print the boxes yet? We're kids; we like candy. I thought that's why you were gonna do it. Here's what you're gonna do: you're gonna go into the board room and convince them yourself. But keep that to yourself. Well, maybe someone else needs to step up now.
I know he's just a little boy, but I'm calling 9-1-1. Beatrice, please page my mom in the gift shop, tell her I'll be by the car and that I'm not crying at all! Look, I really care about Chunky Blast Offs. Spratt's Sweets is governed by its board of directors. No, it's just from, uh, another thing. But, Gene, we're proud of you. But we came all this way so my brother could talk to someone in charge.
Did you peel off from the factory tour? I'm not leaving here with three balls! That's about, uh, 75 bucks in there. Well, I'm shocked that didn't work. I can't get that extra foot. I'm gagging every time I try it, Bobby. Spratt's Sweets dot com, and click.
Let's say by Monday at the latest. So, you come up with your plan? Oh, uh, I don't know Hey, man, I was on a roll. Yeah, come on, Bob, one last score, and then we're done, we're out, we're set for life. You'd do that for me? Okay, we'll come up with another plan. Fortunately, I think I might have some candy in my backpack. Please forward my mail to this address. Well, you do give up, like, all the time.
Sure, sure, you'll get it tomorrow. Wanted to make sure I showed you this. Yeah, listen, I've been thinking. Okay, so where's this display we're gonna Trojan horse you in with? And if I tune out a little, it's only because I know most of what he's about to say. Teddy, you said there were a thousand balls down there. I know, but you were, like, down there for, like, just, like, two seconds. Sure, if that's all you want to do.
Now let's go have a look at the candy-making equipment getting cleaned and dried. Want to do that before we get crackin'? Blast off Blast off Chunky, Chunky Blast Off Ooh, Hoo Said Blast Off Chunky, Chunky Blast Off Ooh, Hoo Yeah, Blast Off. I mean, you're a starter, not a finisher. There's plenty of tadpoles down there. You didn't say bring padding. Yeah, I got, like, three and a couple in my pocket.
Didn't you just take the tour last weekend? I don't want to dive into a scummy pond. All right I'm going, I'm going. It seems like Ferdie doesn't really want to put in the work. Work in this dead-end job the rest of your life, - flipping burgers? Until a few days ago, I was known as a chronic giver-upper. Why would I want to do that? Bob and his quirky family have big ideas about burgers, but fall short on service and sophistication. Come on, now, do what you do to me.