- Chuck: Ketchup Attack! Heh, heh, Yeah. Mustard Attack! Ha, ha, ha! Mayo Attack! Ha, ha, ha! Yeah! No one will stop me this time! Uh-uh.
- WordGirl: You always say that, Chuck, and yet you always lose.
- Chuck: Then I guess the odds are in my favor, right? I'm due.
- WordGirl: No. It doesn't quite work that way.
- Chuck: Well, I have to win this time. My Mom's threating to cut my evil allowance. Ahem. Allow me to introduce--
- Narrator: The Peanut Butter Blaster!
- Chuck: Hey, Hey. I can announce my own inventions!
- Narrator: Sorry. I over stepped. Heh, heh, heh. Please go on.
- Chuck: I introduce the Peanut Butter, uh-- What he said. It fires my own peanut butter recipe.
- WordGirl: Now you're going to shoot peanut butter all over me? Ugh.
- Chuck: Yeah! Ha, ha, ha!
- Chuck: Oh, wait, wait, though. WordGirl, before I blast you, uh, could I ask you something?
- WordGirl: Uh, yeah, shoot. I mean, don't shoot!
- Chuck: Are you allergic to Peanut Butter?
- WordGirl: No, actually, I love peanut butter. Hey, but thanks for asking. That was really considerate of you, you know, being that you're a major villain and all.
- Chuck: You're welcome, WordGirl. And thank you for calling me a major villain. That's flattering. Okay! Where were we? A little help.
- Narrator: Chuck prepares to demonstrate his latest invention, the peanut--
- Chuck: The Peanut Butter Blaster! Ha, ha, ha! Yeah! Take that!
- WordGirl: Gah!
- Chuck: Ha, ha, ha! Ooh! Here we go!
- WordGirl: What's going on? I can't move.
- Chuck: Did I mention it's my super fast drying peanut butter?
- Chuck: Oh! Then yes! Enveloped! You'll be enveloped in Peanut Butter! Ha, ha, ha! Must be out of peanut butter. Anway, you'll never catch me now!
- WordGirl: Yes, we will. You're either going home where you always go or to the grocery store to get more peanuts!
- Chuck: Yeah, well, I might stop off at the bank to make a deposit or maybe gas up my mom's lawn mower for my weekend chores, so you can't really be sure.
- WordGirl: But, you're still going to the grocery store, aren't you?
- Chuck: Maybe. Maybe not! But--but maybe.
- WordGirl: (Grunts) We've gotta stop him! Okay. A little help. Ohh.
- Narrator: Later, to absolutely no ones surprise...
- Chuck: Hey, maybe to someone surprise.
- WordGirl: I think we came to the right place.
- Chuck: You're too late, WordGirl! You can't do anything to, uh--what's that word that means to get in the way of my crime spree?
- Chuck: Yeah, that. Anyway, I'll just leave my Peanut Butter to do the talking.
- WordGirl: Whoa! Yiipe!
- Chuck: Dar. Out of Peanut Butter again.
- WordGirl: Huggy, take him down. Unh! Finally! I'm faster than WordGirl! Her days of hindering me are bygone now!
- Mayor: (Whistles) What's going on here?
- Mayor: Oh!
- Chuck: More peanuts! I need more peanuts to crush into my special peanut butter!
- Manager: Uh, we're all out.
- Chuck: But I need them now!
- WordGirl: Captain Huggyface, he's getting away!
- Chuck: Ha, ha, ha! I'm going to collect all the peanuts in the city and put you away for good!
- Mayor: Oh. Uh, should I have stopped him?
- WordGirl: Well, yeah, kind of.
- Mayor: Ha, ha! I don't feel like I was much help. Maybe more of a hindrance than anything else.
- WordGirl: We need to figure out a way to stop Chuck from getting any more peanuts.
- Mayor: Don't worry, WordGirl! I can help! I've got the perfect plan!
- WordGirl: Oh. Uh...
- Mayor: Just give me a chance.
- WordGirl: Well, okay.
- Mayor: What a plan! Now we've got all the city's peanuts in one safe location. There's nothing can go wrong.
- WordGirl: I don't really think this is the best idea.
- Mayor: You're here. You can protect them.
- Mayor: How else was I going to get everyone to show up here?
- Mayor: Don't worry. What could possibly happen?