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S1E3a WordGirl pushing horse
"Huggy, I need your help!"

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  • Narrator: We take you to this amazing action-packed battle, already in progress.
  • Chuck: How about a little ketchup and mustard, WordGirl?
  • WordGirl: Huggy, dodge. Your Condiment Ray is no match for us anymore, Chuck. Now turn over that golden trophy.
  • Chuck: But you haven't seen my new setting-- Barbecue Bolt.
  • WordGirl: Hah! Hoo! Hah! Hah! Ha! That's a little trick we learned from fighting The Butcher. Scrumptious. Huh, wouldn't have thought.
  • Chuck: Uh-oh. This doesn't look good. I guess I'm really done for. Oh, man, look how defeated I am.
  • WordGirl: Huh. Okay, Huggy. He's out of sandwich weapons. Let's take him downtown.
  • Chuck: Ha, ha, ha! Have some slippery pickles, WordGirl.
  • WordGirl: Slippery Pickles? Waah! Whoa, whoa! Ooh! Ugh.
  • Chuck: Who's sneaky? I am. You underestimated me, WordGirl. So there!
  • WordGirl: You were just lucky this time, Chuck. Mark my words. I won't stop looking for you until I find you and bring you to justice. Slippery Pickles!
  • Narrator: Later in Chuck's lair...

  • Announcer: Do you like sandwiches?
  • Chuck: I'm all about sandwiches.
  • Announcer: And how about winning trophies?
  • Chuck: I've already got one. Actually.
  • Announcer: What about really really big trophies?
  • Chuck: Well, I guess I'd like a bigger one.
  • Announcer: Then you need to enter the city sandwich making contest this Saturday in the city park. Saturday, saturday, saturday afternoon!
  • Chuck: I wonder what's in it for me, though.
  • Announcer: If the judges like your sandwich the best. You will win an enmrous sandwich trophy plus a year's supply of bread from the Sourdough Central Bread Company. Providing the city with scrumptious bread since 1835. 1835, 1835, 1835! That's extreme!
  • Chuck: Yeah. I'm gonna win the big trophy and a years supply of bread. Okay, All I have to do is make the best sandwich and enter it in the contest. It's the perfect plan.
  • Narrator: Um, Chuck?
  • Chuck: Yeah, guy who talks to me sometimes, even though I can't see him?
  • Narrator: Have you thought about what WordGirl told you right before she got away?
  • Chuck: Oh, no. WordGirl will be there looking for me. I need to find a way to get into the contest without WordGirl catching me.
  • Narrator: Meanwhile at the Botsford's...

  • Tim: Holly lucky letters! Becky, listen to this. "Dear Tim Botsford, congratulations." "You have been selected at random to be a judge at the city sandwich making contest." Whoo hoo! I love scrumptious sandwiches. This is pretty cool. Oh, living the dream.
  • Becky: Wait a second. Did you say there's going to be a city sandwich making contest?
  • Tim: This weekend. The letter says "Saturday, saturday, saturday."
  • Becky: This will be our chance to catch Chuck. He won't be able to resist entering the competition.
  • Tim: Uh-oh, bummer alert. I already have plans on Saturday. I signed up to be an apprentice for Richard the Zookeeper.
  • Becky: You're going to be a zookeeper's apprentice?
  • Tim: New Year's Resolution-- Learn how to do more things.
  • Becky: Um, Dad, couldn't you just reschedule do both things you want to do?
  • Tim: Good idea, Becky. I'll reschedule with Richard.
  • Becky: Look out, Sandwich Making Contest. Here I come. And look out, Chuck, because here we come.
  • Tim: What was that?
  • Becky: Yay, sandwiches!
  • Nocan: Nocan is somewhat surprised you called him. Somewhat? No. Very surprised.
  • Chuck: Are you kidding me? Nocan the Contrarian. When I needed someone to help me. You were the first villain thought of.
  • Nocan: Nocan doesn't believe you.
  • Chuck: Okay, maybe not the first villain. You see, I lost The Whammer's number and Dr. Two-Brains isn't allowed to come over here anymore. And I don't trust Mr. Big with his mind--
  • Nocan: So I'm not the first. No, I'm the last.
  • Chuck: But listen, Nocan, I've got a great plan for us. You'll enter the sandwich making contest. And I'll hide in the bushes and tell you how to make a sandwich. If you do exactly what I say. We'll have the most scrumptious sandwich, and we'll win the prize.
  • Nocan: Hmm, interesting plan.
  • Chuck: It'll be great you'll be my--

  • Chuck: No, apprentice. You'll be helping me out and at the same time, you'll be learning how to make great sandwiches because I'm a master sandwich maker. Sounds fun, right?
  • Nocan: Hmm, agreed. Nocan will be Chuck's...
  • Chuck: Apprentice?
  • Nocan: Apprentice.
  • Chuck: Do you mind letting go off my hand now?
  • Nocan: Okay.
  • Chuck: But when we win, I get to keep the big trophy, okay?
  • Nocan: Trophy? Ha, ha! Nocan only wants he scare of the bread for long journey's out at sea.
  • Chuck: Whatever floats your boat.
  • Nocan: Ha, ha, ha! Bread does not float my boat. Nocan's boat is made of wood.
  • Chuck: No, I mean't-- Oh, forget it.
  • Nocan: Silly Sandwich Maker.

  • All: (Cheers)
  • Mayor: The creator of the most scrumptious sandwich will win this trophy here and a years supply of bread.
  • All: (Cheers)
  • (WordGirl and Captain Huggyface are at standing at the building and spying on the contest)
  • Mayor: (off-screen) And allow me to introduce this year's citizen judge-- Tim Botsford.
  • WordGirl: No sign of Chuck yet, but I'll bet my last unicorn he'll be here.
  • Tim: Are you ready for a sandwich? Ha, ha, ha!
  • All: Hmm?
  • Tim: Ah, don't worry. Plenty more sandwich comedy where that came from.
  • WordGirl: Hmm, he has to be here. I mean, it's a sandwich making competition.
  • Mayor: And let's have a hand for this year's competitors.
  • WordGirl: Nocan the Contarian? What's he doing here? You remember Nocan. He's very contrary. Whatever someone asks him to do, he does the opposite, but why is he entering a sandwich making contest?
  • Mayor: (off-screen) And now let the sandwich making begin.
  • All: (Cheers)
  • Nocan: Chuck, can you hear me? Your apprentice needs instructions.
  • Chuck: I can hear you loud and clear, Nocan. Now do exactly what I tell you, and we'll make the most scrumptious sandwich ever. Start by cutting the bread really thin.
  • Nocan: Thin?
  • Chuck: Yes, thin, exactly.
  • Nocan: Hmm. No. Thick.
  • Chuck: What? No. Wait.
  • Nocan: Nocan!
  • Chuck: Oh. That's not a-- No. Oh...oh, well. Okay, maybe we can make up some ground with the beat, but listen. You're my apprentice. You've got to follow my directions, okay?
  • Nocan: Follow directions.
  • Chuck: We need to pick just the right combination. We'll go with turkey and ham. Just one handful of each.
  • Nocan: One handful of turkey and ham? Hmm. No. Many handfuls of everything!
  • Chuck: Oh! I can't watch. You're ruining my scrumptious sandwich.
  • Nocan: Nocan!
  • Chuck: Get a hold of yourself, Chucky Boy. You can still pull this off... Maybe, probably not, but maybe, I hope. I don't know.
  • Nocan: Okay, Chuck Boss. Nocan is ready for the toppings.
  • Chuck: Um, what does the diagram say? Mustard. All right. Just put a little mustard on it, a little.
  • Nocan: A little? No. Lots. Lots of everything! Nocan!
  • Chuck: That's it! You're not my apprentice anymore. You didn't listen to me, and you do the opposite of everything I tell you to do. You're fired.
  • WordGirl: Looks like Chuck was here all along. Let's get him. He parked his crusher in board daylight? How could we missed that? Didn't I tell you to check the perimeter? Uh-oh.
  • Chuck: I'm gonna destroy that terrible sandwich if it's the last thing that I do.
  • WordGirl: Let's move fast, Huggy.
  • Tim: So the pumpernickel bread turns to the wheat bread and says "Rye not?" Get it? "Rye not." Ha, ha, ha! Well, that wasn't the response I was expecting.
  • Chuck: Take that, you terrible excuse for a sandwich.
  • Tim: Whoa, thanks, WordGirl. I could have been toast. Get it? Toast?
  • WordGirl: Is now really the time for sandwich jokes?
  • Tim: I know. I always ham it up. Ham! Heh. Finished.
  • Nocan: Nocan is a bad apprentice.
  • WordGirl: Oh, so that's how Chuck figured he could enter the contest without being seen.
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