Endive: That's impossible!
Mung: Go, Chowder, go!
Chowder was at the same number of pies Panini had. If Chowder ate that last one, he would win!
Panini: Go ahead, Chowder. You can win. It's just that last piece. Piece of cake, right?
Chowder: No. I thought it was a piece of pie.
Panini: Just eat the pie!
Chowder picked up the pie to take a bite, but then he stopped and broke it in half.
Chowder: Here, Panini. We can both win. This doesn't mean I'm your boyfriend, though.
Panini: Gee, thanks, Chowder. You're the best boyfr-
Chowder: I'm not your boyfriend!
Right when the two were about to take a bite, Panini stopped. She looked sick.
Panini: *dramatically* Go on, Chowder! It's your destiny! Eat the pie!
Panini lied on the ground and made a scene.
Chowder ate it whole and the crowd went wild!
Mung: Yay! You did it, Chowder! You won!
The announcer got the trucks in of pie and cooking ingredients. He handed the trophy to Chowder.
Announcer: So, Chowder, as the champion, anything you'd like to say?
Chowder: Yes! It's if you're going to be in a pie-eating contest don't eat too much food to keep your belly empty and if you do, burn it off or go to the bathroom.
Panini: Congratulations, Chowder.
Chowder: Thanks. But I feel that I should share my prizes with the one who helped me win.
Chowder looked at the trophy and went over to Gorgonzola.
Gorgonzola: What do you want!?
Chowder: I want to give you this. It's a thank you present for helping me with the contest.
Gorgonzola looked at his reflection in the shiny piece of gold. His eyes started to water.
Gorgonzola: Yes! I am a winner! In your face, Chowder!
Gorgonzola then ran off with the trophy.
Chowder turned to Panini.
Chowder: I forget what you did, but I still want to thank you, so I'm going to share my fortune of pie with you.
Panini covered her mouth and puffed out her cheeks.
Panini: Wow, Chowder, that's very sweet of you, but I don't think I can eat another pi- pi- I have to go!
Panini dashed toward the bathroom.
Chowder went to Mung.
Chowder: And Mung, I'd like you to have all those cooking ingredients, for believing in me.
Mung: Why, thanks, Chowder, but that was the plot all along. You were supposed to give me the ingredients if you won.
Mung: Well, how about we go home and celebrate. Want to eat some pie?
Shnitzel: Radda, radda. Radda, radda.
Mung: I know, but that's pretty much all we have now. Pie, pie and more pie. That pie will last us a life-time. Ooh, how about this? If you're tired of that store-bought pie, how about I use my truck load of cooking ingredients to make a pie, myself.
Shnitzel and Chowder: No/Radda!
Chowder: I'll go for the store-bought pie.
Shnitzel: Radda, radda.