>> Benson: ALL RIGHT, EVERYONE.
AS YOU KNOW, TODAY IS THE ANNUAL
PIE CONTEST.
AND -- SURPRISE, SURPRISE --
WE'RE GONNA DO IT THE SAME AS
LAST YEAR.
SKIPS, YOU'RE ON PODIUM DUTY.
MUSCLE MAN AND HI FIVE GHOST,
YOU GUYS GO SET UP THE BOOTHS.
>> Muscle Man: YEAH!
LATER, GRANDMAS!
>> Benson: POPS, YOU'RE IN
CHARGE OF DECORATIONS.
>> Pops: OH, REST ASSURED, IT
WILL BE A DELIGHT TO THE SENSES.
>> Benson: I'LL BE IN CHARGE OF
JUDGING THE PIE CONTEST.
MORDECAI AND RIGBY, JUST GO PICK
UP GARBAGE OR SOMETHING.
>> Mordecai: OHH!
>> Rigby: WHAT?
>> Mordecai: WHY DO WE ALWAYS
GET THE LAME JOBS?
>> Rigby: YEAH, WHY CAN'T WE
JUDGE THE PIES?
>> Benson: YEAH, RIGHT.
YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT TAKES.
>> Rigby: UH, I'M GONNA GUESS
EATING A BUNCH OF PIES.
>> Benson: NO, IT'S NOT JUST
EATING A BUNCH OF PIES!
TRUST ME ON THIS.
YOU'RE NOT READY.
>> Rigby: COME ON.
HOW HARD COULD IT BE?
I EAT PIES ALL THE TIME.
>> Benson: AAH!
THIS ISN'T A GAME, RIGBY.
>> Mordecai: DUDE, JUST GIVE US
A CHANCE.
YOU ALWAYS GIVE US JOBS WE HATE.
IF YOU GAVE US A JOB WE LIKED
FOR ONCE, WE MIGHT ACTUALLY BE
GOOD AT IT.
>> Benson: I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR
THIS.
GO PICK UP SOME TRASH, OR YOU'RE
FIRED.
>> Mordecai: WAIT!
>> Both: LET US BE JUDGES!
>> Benson: AAH!
YOU ARE ACTUALLY WILLING TO PUT
YOURSELVES IN PHYSICAL DANGER
JUST SO YOU COULD JUDGE PIES?!
>> Mordecai:
UH-HUH.
>> Benson: OKAY, FINE.
BUT I WARNED YOU.
IF YOU COME TO ME WANTING TO
QUIT, YOU'RE FIRED!
>> Rigby: HEY, POPS.
WHAT KIND OF PIE DID YOU MAKE?
>> Pops: THIS IS MY CHERRY TART!
PUT OUT YOUR HAND!
>> Mordecai: THIS IS GREAT,
POPS.
>> Pops:
I'M SO GLAD TO KNOW IT WILL BE
YOU TWO WHO WILL HONOR ME WITH
MY 10th BLUE RIBBON.
>> Rigby: HANG ON, POPS.
NOT SO FAST.
THERE IS A CHANCE SOMEONE ELSE'S
PIE WILL WIN.
>> Mordecai: YEAH, WE CAN'T MAKE
ANY PROMISES.
>> Pops: OH.
I UNDERSTAND.
THEN I GUESS BLUE RIBBON NUMBER
10 WILL JUST HAVE TO WAIT.
>> Rigby: SO, WHAT DO WE HAVE
HERE?
>> IT'S A RHUBARB TARTLET.
>> Muscle Man: AND YOU'RE GONNA
LOVE IT!
STARLA PUT HER HEART AND SOUL
INTO THIS PIE, DIDN'T YOU, BABY?
OKAY, JUDGES.
JUDGE THIS!
>> Both:
>> Muscle Man: NOW GIVE HER THE
BLUE RIBBON, LADIES.
>> Mordecai: UM, WE CAN'T JUST
GIVE STARLA THE BLUE RIBBON.
>> Muscle Man: IF STARLA'S
RHUBARB PIE DOESN'T WIN, THE
NEXT PIE YOU TASTE WILL BE
THROUGH A TUBE 'CAUSE YOU'LL BE
IN A HOSPITAL BED HOOKED UP TO
LIFE SUPPORT!
>> OH, MITCH!
>> Mordecai: MAN, THAT WAS
HORRIBLE!
JUDGING'S A LOT HARDER THAN IT
LOOKS.
>> Rigby: BUT NOT TOO HARD TO
JUDGE THAT PIE!
>> Mordecai:
SICK!
>> Rigby: I FEEL SORRY FOR THE
APPLES THAT DIED TO MAKE THIS.
>> Mordecai: I WONDER WHAT SORT
OF LOSER COULD HAVE MADE THIS
LOSER PIE.
>> Margaret: MORDECAI, RIGBY!
HEY, GUYS, WAIT UP.
>> Rigby: OH, DUDE!
HOW MUCH YOU WANT TO BET THIS IS
MARGARET'S PIE?
OHH!
>> Mordecai: HEY, MARGARET.
HOW'S IT GOING?
>> Margaret: READY TO TRY MY
PIE?
>> Rigby: HMM! HMM!
OHH!
>> Mordecai: HA-HA! YEAH!
WE'D LOVE TO 'CAUSE WE'RE
JUDGES!
>> Both: OOH!
>> Rigby: OH, DELICIOUS!
>> Both:
>> Margaret: SO, WHAT DO YOU
THINK?
HERE'S MY SCORECARD.
I WON'T LOOK RIGHT AWAY IF YOU
DON'T WANT ME TO.
>> Mordecai:
UH, WE FORGOT OUR PENCILS!
>> Both:
>> Mordecai:
OHH!
DUDE, JUDGING BLOWS!
I DON'T WANT TO TELL PEOPLE THE
TRUTH ABOUT THEIR PIES.
>> Rigby: I KNOW!
IF WE DON'T PICK STARLA,
MUSCLE MAN'S GONNA FREAK OUT ON
US.
>> Mordecai: I CAN'T TELL
MARGARET ABOUT HER PIE.
SHE'LL NEVER TALK TO ME AGAIN.
>> Rigby: AND WHAT ABOUT POPS?
HE ALMOST CRIED, AND WE ACTUALLY
LIKED HIS PIE.
>> Mordecai:
EVERYONE'S GONNA TOTALLY HATE US
AFTER THIS.
>> Benson: WELL, WELL, WELL.
SOUNDS LIKE PIE JUDGING'S NOT AS
EASY AS YOU THOUGHT, IS IT?
>> Rigby: NO, IT'S TOTALLY EASY.
>> Benson: WHOA, WHOA.
DON'T GET ALL TESTY.
>> Mordecai: WHAT'S THAT?
>> Benson: OH, THIS?
IT'S A PIECE OF PIE.
YOU KNOW WHAT THE BEST PART
ABOUT CLEANING IS?
YOU PRETTY MUCH JUST GET TO EAT
PIE ALL DAY.
I DON'T THINK I'VE PICKED UP A
SINGLE PIECE OF TRASH YET.
YEAH, JUDGING WAS THE WORST --
TELLING EVERYBODY WHAT I THINK
ABOUT THEIR PIES, HURTING THEIR
FEELINGS, CRUSHING THEIR DREAMS.
WELL, JUST LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU
GUYS WANT TO QUIT.
OH, WAIT. YOU CAN'T.
BECAUSE IF YOU DO, I GET TO FIRE
YOU!
HAPPY JUDGING, FELLAS!
>> Rigby: AAH!
I DON'T WANT TO JUDGE THIS
CONTEST ANYMORE!
>> I CAN
JUDGE IT FOR YOU.
>> Both: WHAT?!
>> Mordecai: WHO SAID THAT?
>> I'M IN HERE -- OVER IN THIS
TRASH CAN.
HI!
>> Both: UH!
>> Mordecai: WHO ARE YOU?
>> I'M PROMISE PIE.
>> Rigby: COOL!
TALKING PIE!
>> Mordecai: DUDE, DON'T TOUCH
IT!
>> WAIT! I CAN HELP YOU.
>> Mordecai: HOW CAN YOU HELP
US?
>> I CAN HELP YOU PICK THE
WINNER.
>> Rigby: REALLY?!
>> OH, YES.
TRUST ME.
IT'LL BE AS EASY AS PIE.
>> Mordecai: YEAH, WE'LL TAKE A
RAIN CHECK ON THE TALKING-PIE
ADVICE.
COME ON, DUDE.
WE HAVE TO DO THIS OURSELVES.
THERE'S GOT TO BE A WAY TO
JUDGE THIS COMPETITION WITHOUT
MAKING EVERYBODY HATE US.
>> Rigby: HMM.
>> Mordecai: HMM.
HMM. HMM.
>> Rigby:
DUDE!
>> Mordecai: WHAT?
>> Rigby: I KNOW WHAT WE GOT TO
DO.
>> Mordecai: DUDE, WHAT IS IT?
>> Rigby: OH, MAN, IT'S SO
SIMPLE!
WE JUST GOT TO GIVE EVERYONE A
PERFECT SCORE!
BOOM!
>> Mordecai: WHAT?
>> Rigby: YEAH, DUDE!
IF WE GIVE EVERYONE A 10, THEN
EVERYONE WINS!
AND NOBODY HATES US.
BOOM!
>> Mordecai: DUDE, THAT'S
ACTUALLY A REALLY GOOD IDEA.
>> Rigby: YEAH, MAN.
EVERYBODY'S GONNA BE PUMPED!
>> Mordecai: TIME TO FINISH
JUDGING THIS CONTEST RIGHT.
>> Rigby: DUDE, WE DID IT!
WE JUDGED THOSE PIES IN THE
FACE!
>> Mordecai: YEAH, WE DID!
>> Both: PERFECT SCORE!
PERFECT SCORE! PERFECT SCORE!
>> Mordecai: BUT SERIOUSLY,
DUDE, WE'RE NEVER JUDGING AGAIN.
>> Rigby: YEAH, MAN.
>> Benson: ALL RIGHT, GUYS.
LET'S GO.
IT'S TIME TO PICK A WINNER.
>> Rigby: OH, NO. IT'S COOL.
WE GAVE EVERYONE PERFECT SCORES,
SO IT'S A TIE.
>> Mordecai: IT'S TOTALLY A TIE.
>> Benson:
NO!
IT DOESN'T WORK THAT WAY!
>> Mordecai: WAIT, WHA?
>> Benson: IN THE EVENT OF A
TIE, THE JUDGES HAVE TO PICK A
WINNER LIVE IN FRONT OF ALL THE
CONTESTANTS.
>> Both: WHAT?!
>> Benson: THAT'S RIGHT.
DOESN'T SEEM SO EASY ANYMORE,
DOES IT?
>> Rigby: BENSON, YOU GOT TO
HELP US!
>> Benson: NO WAY!
YOU WANTED TO BE JUDGES.
YOU GET TO BE JUDGES.
>> Rigby: WHAT DO WE DO?
>> Mordecai: I DON'T KNOW!
I GOT TO THINK!
>> Benson: HERE'S AN IDEA -- GET
OUT THERE AND TELL EVERYBODY THE
TRUTH.
>> Rigby: DUDE, WE CAN'T DO
THAT.
EVERYONE'S GONNA HATE US!
>> Mordecai: WELL, WE HAVE TO DO
SOMETHING.
IF WE QUIT, BENSON WILL FIRE US!
>> Rigby:
DUDE! THE PIE!
>> Mordecai: NO!
WE'RE NOT ASKING THAT GUY FOR
HELP.
>> Rigby: DO YOU WANT TO TELL
MARGARET HOW BAD HER PIE WAS?
>> WELL, WELL, WELL.
LOOK WHO'S COME CRAWLING BACK!
>> Mordecai: CAN YOU REALLY HELP
US?
>> OF COURSE I CAN!
JUST SAY THE WORD, AND I'LL MAKE
PICKING THE WINNER AS EASY AS
PIE.
>> Rigby: OKAY, BUT CAN YOU STOP
TALKING LIKE THAT?
IT'S MAKING ME UNCOMFORTABLE.
>> Mordecai: YEAH, ME TOO.
>> OH, SURE!
I CAN USE MY NATURAL VOICE.
HOW'S THIS?
>> Rigby: UH, PROBABLY BETTER TO
GO WITH THE FIRST VOICE.
>> Mordecai: LOOK, JUST HELP US
JUDGE THE CONTEST.
>> NOT A
PROBLEM!
HUP!
I'LL CALL YOU TO COME OUT AS
SOON AS IT'S DONE.
OH, AND ONE MORE THING -- NO
MATTER WHAT YOU HEAR, DON'T COME
OUT TILL I SAY.
>> Mordecai: WHAT? WHY?
>> JUST DON'T
COME OUT TILL I SAY!
>> Mordecai: OKAY!
>> HA-HA!
>> Both: PHEW!
>> Mordecai: MAN, PROBLEM
SOLVED.
>> Muscle Man: BABE!
GIVE ME --
>> Mordecai: PROMISE PIE!
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
>> I'M NARROWING
DOWN THE COMPETITION SO IT'LL BE
EASIER FOR YOU TO JUDGE.
>> Margaret:
>> Mordecai: MARGARET!
NO!
>> Both:
>> Margaret:
>> Benson: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!
I KNEW YOU GUYS WOULDN'T BE ABLE
TO JUDGE PIE!
>> Pops: WAS MY PIE SO TERRIBLY
BAD THAT YOU COULDN'T JUDGE IT?
>> Rigby: POPS, NO!
>> Mordecai: POPS, YOUR PIE WAS
ONE OF THE BEST ONES WE TASTED!
>> Benson: KEEP JUDGING!
>> Mordecai: OKAY, UH, I GUESS
STARLA'S PIE WAS KIND OF OKAY.
>> Benson: BE HONEST!
YOU HAVE TO BE BRUTALLY HONEST!
>> Rigby: ALL RIGHT, FINE!
STARLA, YOUR PIE WAS GRITTY, AND
IT TASTED LIKE A SACK OF BUTT
CHEEKS!
>> Benson: IT'S WORKING!
>> Both: OHH!
>> Mordecai: SKIPS, NEXT TIME
YOU BAKE, WEAR A HAIR NET, BRO.
>> Skips: WHOA!
>> Rigby: DEATH, THIS WAS
TERRIBLE.
STICK TO KILLING PEOPLE.
>> Mordecai: HEY, DUDE WITH THE
PIE GLASSES, THE ONLY THING MORE
TASTELESS THAN YOUR GLASSES WAS
YOUR PIE.
>> OHH!
>> Rigby: SCABATHA, YOUR PIE WAS
SOGGY, AND I FOUND A BANDAGE IN
IT!
>> Mordecai: MARGARET, YOUR
PIE -- OHH!
YOUR PIE -- IT WAS THE WORST PIE
I'VE EVER SEEN.
SOMEHOW, IT WAS BURNED AND RAW.
IT TASTED LIKE BARF.
>> Margaret:
>> Mordecai: SORRY, MARGARET.
POPS, YOUR PIE WAS THE BEST.
YOU'RE THE CLEAR WINNER.
>> Rigby: YEAH, HERE'S YOUR
RIBBON, MAN.
>> Pops: GOOD SHOW!
JOLLY GOOD SHOW!
>> Mordecai: YEAH!
WHAT ABOUT ME, FELLAS?
>> Mordecai: WHAT ABOUT YOU?
I THINK IT'S TIME TO PUT YOU
BACK IN THE TRASH.
>> Benson: MORDECAI! RIGBY!
>> Mordecai: WHOA!
BENSON, WE'RE SORRY!
>> Rigby: YEAH, AT LEAST WE
DIDN'T GIVE UP, RIGHT?
>> Benson: UNBELIEVABLE!
>> Mordecai: HEY, MAN, WE JUDGED
THAT PIE CONTEST.
>> Rigby: YOU'RE JUST MAD WE
DIDN'T QUIT, AND NOW YOU CAN'T
FIRE US.
>> Benson: OH, CAN'T I?!
>> Both: NO, YOU CAN'T.
>> Benson: YEAH, I GUESS YOU'RE
RIGHT.
CLEAN UP THIS MESS, OR YOU'RE
FIRED!
>> Rigby: YOU THINK THERE'S ANY
PIE LEFT?