- Ooh, those chicken wings
smell amazing.
- No. No. No.
[laughter]
No.
- But you always give
us a taste.
- Not today.
These are for Mr. Wigglesworth.
He's my toughest critic,
and if he likes them
then I know they're good.
- Hmm.
Tell me more.
- Well, I really want to enter
the Colorado Kids Cook-Off,
and I'm thinking of
putting these on my menu.
- Oh.
Well, I hope he loves them.
- I know we will.
- At least savor them!
- Savor what?
Whoa!
- Don't make me tong you.
These are for Mr. Wigglesworth.
- Oh, still worried about
getting into that cook-off, huh?
- Yep.
It's a big deal.
First prize is a one-week
apprenticeship
with Chef Andre.
He is a local chef
who owns Bistro Andre.
- Wait, that's the hottest
restaurant and nightclub
in Boulder.
So many famous singers
got their start there,
and Chef Andre's the one who
picks them.
I've always dreamed
of singing there.
- I've always dreamed
of working there.
To learn from Chef Andre
would be incredible.
- Indeed it would.
- Hello, sir.
I was actually hoping
to get your opinion on these.
- That smells...
intriguing.
- I call them, "Another Wing",
because after you have one,
you'll want another.
- Eh, we'll see about that.
Another.
[together] Another!
- Aah-aah-ahh!
- This is the first time
you've given me
more than a, "hmm."
- Do I know you?
- Yeah, Nicky Harper.
You usually hate
everything I make.
- Enter the cook-off.
You have a great shot at
winning a week in my kitchen.
- Yes!
Wait, your kitchen?
Bistro Andre is
Chef Andre's place.
- Indeed it is.
- Oh, there you are.
I see you've met my brother,
Chef Andre.
[together] Indeed we have.
[upbeat music]
- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na,
na, na, na, na, na ♪
[whistling]
♪ ♪
- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪
- ♪ Hey! ♪
- ♪ One, two ♪
- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪
- ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪
[cheerful music]
- It is an honor to meet you,
Chef Andre.
- Chef Andre.
Until four years ago,
he was Abner Wigglesworth.
- Wow, you are really identical.
- Oh, it's simple
to tell us apart.
I'm the talented one.
- Just because I dedicated
my life to teaching
doesn't mean I'm un-talented.
- No, it's your lack of talent
that makes you un-talented.
That's why you're judging
the qualifying rounds
and I'm judging the finals.
- Clearly you've got some
stuff to Wiggles-work out here,
so why are you doing
the cook-off together?
[laughter]
- [together] Our mom made us.
- And when one of
my students wins,
he'll have to admit
my teaching has value.
- Well, at least you have
one student who might be able
to win this thing.
- Yes.
- Please. He doesn't even
have a sous chef.
- Oh, what a shame.
It's required.
- No!
- He has a sous chef.
- I do?
- Yes, me.
- Me who?
- Me, me.
♪ Me, me, me, me
me, me, me, me, me ♪
I also sing.
- I hope to see you
in the finals.
- Oh, well not only are
you going to see him,
but he's also going
to win it with...
♪ Me, me, me, me,
me, me, me, me, me ♪
- He gets it.
You sing.
- You'll have to get through
my qualifying round first.
- What was that?
- Oh, just me supporting you.
- You weren't supporting me.
You're doing this for you.
- For me?
- Yes, you.
♪ You, you, you, you,
you, you, you, you ♪
You just wanna sing
at his nightclub!
[laughter]
- Well, yeah.
And you just wanna be able
to cook in his restaurant.
It's a win-win.
- Fine.
You can be my sous chef.
- Yes!
And I'll be a great sous chef.
Quick question:
what's a sous chef?
[laughter]
[rock music]
[laughter]
- Here's something
we can talk about:
if Dawn's helping Nicky out,
why did she have to change
her name to Sue Chef?
Shouldn't she just be Dawn Chef?
- No, "sous" is French
for "under."
She's Nicky's under-chef.
- Oh, so in French,
I'm wearing a pair
of your sous-wear.
- I preferred the silence.
- Here's a question:
why don't we pretend
to be each other?
- Well, you're already
wearing my sous-wear,
so you'd have a head start.
- I'll let you wear
something of mine.
- I don't want to wear
anything of yours.
- How about a shoe?
- What am I gonna do
with one shoe?
- Oh, you're right.
Here's the other one.
[laughter]
- Are you wearing
two different shoes?
- I'm not wearing any shoes.
I just gave them to you.
- Guys, what are you
arguing about?
- Dicky wants me to wear
his two right shoes.
- Well, it sounds like
a great idea.
- You want me to wear
two right shoes?
- No, no, no, no.
What your father meant was
maybe you should try walking
a mile in each other's shoes.
You might learn to
appreciate one another.
- Right, Tom?
- Uh, no.
I just thought it'd be fun to
watch him walk in two right--
Right, yeah,
that's what I meant.
[laughter]
- Okay, so how do I
walk in your shoes?
- Uh... Well, you can start
with my poetry journal.
- I don't know how my foot's
gonna stay in there, but okay.
So what do you want of mine?
- Surprise me.
- Boo!
[laughter]
- Just give me your skateboard.
[laughter]
Nothing good is ever
gonna come of this.
- Hey, I'm Abby.
I'm really into skateboarding.
- Hi, I'm Ricky.
Big-time skateboarding
aficionado.
- I'm Norah.
I love poetry.
- And I'm Dicky,
a big-time poetry
a-fish-o-nachos.
[laughter]
- Hey.
Maybe we can hang out sometime
and talk about skateboarding.
- And poetry.
- That sounds great.
- How about now?
- [together] Now?
- [together] Now.
- [together] No.
- [together] No?
- Uh, we can't.
Because I have
skateboarding practice.
- And I have poetry practice.
- [together] Now?
- [together] Now.
- How about tomorrow?
- Tomorrow's perfect.
- It's a date.
[laughter]
- We'd better get
to our practices.
- Whoa.
You're not ready, dude.
You don't want
to embarrass yourself.
Wait, how stupid do I look?
I forgot my shoes.
[laughter]
- And your poetry journals!
[laughter]
♪♪
- Welcome to the
qualifying round.
The winner shall go on to the
Colorado Kids Cook-Off finals
and represent my class.
Your challenge--
the perfect omelet.
Now, spatulas up,
and cook.
[laughter]
- All right,
you crack the eggs
while I mince the scallions.
- On it.
[laughter]
- Make sure you don't get
any shells in there.
[laughter]
And don't forget to add salt.
- Got it.
[laughter]
- Oh, but not too much salt
[laughter]
- Okay, salt has been added.
- What are you doing?
[laughter]
Okay, if you want
any chance of singing
at Chef Andre's nightclub,
you need to stay in your lane.
- See, I'm just trying--
- Stay in you lane!
[laughter]
- Okay, jeez.
Chill.
I feel like I'm walking
on egg shells.
- It's because you are.
There are literally
egg shells everywhere.
[laughter]
- Oh, superb spatula work,
Flavio.
[laughter]
Hmph.
[laughter]
- "Hmph?"
Wh-Why is he so hard on me?
He's never gonna choose
our omelet.
- You know what?
I think I have an idea
of how to make this fair.
So, Mr. Wigglesworth,
uh, when do you
when do you put
on your blindfold?
- What blindfold?
Oh, I just thought you have
such a refined palate
that you can judge a dish
without even seeing it.
Oh, wait.
That's your brother.
- My palate is just
as refined as his!
Flavio, give me your sock!
[laughter]
I've come to a decision.
This one is the clear winner.
- [together] Yes!
- Spatch-five.
[laughter]
- The Harpers?
Sorry, Flavio.
I hope this wasn't a fluke.
- It wasn't.
We won't let you down, sir.
- Good, because the finals
can be quite demanding.
A full three-course meal in
a very short amount of time.
Therefore, you will be relying
heavily on your sous chef.
- Don't worry.
We got this.
Spatch-five.
Whoa!
[thud]
[laughter]
- Fork, Flavio!
[laughter]
- Okay, if you're gonna convince
Norah you're a poet,
we have to get you familiar
with the fundamentals.
So let's start
with some rhyming.
- Easy enough.
- Okay.
I'll start a rhyme,
and you finish it.
While sitting under the tree,
little Johnny was stung by a...
- Jellyfish.
- Okay, if we want any shot
in the finals,
you need basic sous chef skills.
Now, let's start with
something so simple
that a monkey could do it.
Juicing a lime.
- Yes, Chef.
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
- Aah! Aah!
It's in the ducts!
- Aah!
[laughter]
- Okay, time for some
skateboarding basics.
This is a skateboard.
- Noted.
- Okay, now,
standing on it.
- Piece of cake.
- Okay, so limes
aren't your thing.
[laughter]
- Aah!
It's in the shin.
- My bad.
[laughter]
- Okay, let's move on
to cracking eggs.
Now, the trick is
it's all in the wrist.
Just--
- Okay.
[laughter]
- A little too much wrist.
- I thought you said
a monkey could do this stuff.
- Because a monkey could.
[laughter]
- You really think this is gonna
make me sound like a poet?
- Let's hope.
On your left hand
are types of poetry.
On your right are adjectives.
So when Norah asks you
about poetry,
just say, "I find,"
and then one word from the left
and one from the right.
Awesome.
I find...
sonnets...
inspiring.
Nailed it.
- You've earned this, Mr. Poet.
And I think you know it.
Nope, it's just for holding.
[laughter]
- Okay, I think I found
a way to use your...
let's call it skill,
in the kitchen.
Now, do what comes naturally.
[laughter]
- Look at me!
I'm cooking!
[laughter]
- Dude, that 540 was sick.
Look at me.
I'm skateboarding!
- [together] We're ready.
- [together] Yes!
[laughter]
[rock music]
- So, Dicky, what do you
think about haikus?
- Well, haikus are okay,
but I find...
Free verse...exhilarating.
[laughter]
- Wow.
You know so much.
- I have all the best words...
right in the palm of my hand.
[laughter]
- Ricky, what happened
to your head?
It makes you look so extreme.
- Yeah, got it grinding
on my sweet deck.
- Whoa, you are a skateboard
aficionado.
- [both sighing]
- Walk a mile in
each other's shoes.
So simple, yet so effective.
- Unless they're yours.
No one could walk a mile
in those sleds.
- Okay, well, those sleds
are gonna come in really handy
when you want me
to kill a spider.
- When have I ever asked you
to kill a spider?
- Hmm, about two seconds
from now.
Please don't scream.
- [screams]
- So, do you, like,
grind rails?
- Do I, like,
grind rails?
Next time we hang,
I'll, like, grind that rail.
- That'd be rad.
- And I will read one of my...
Limericks... Eloquent.
[laughter]
Eloquent limericks.
- [together] How about now?
- [together] Now?
- [together] Now.
- [together] No.
- [together] No?
- Uh, I have
skateboarding practice.
- And I have poetry practice.
- [together] Again?
- [together] Again.
- How about tomorrow?
- [together] Tomorrow's perfect.
- [together] Perfect.
- Perfect?
What was I thinking?
I just promised to read
a poem tomorrow.
- Oh, really?
Read a poem?
I just promised to, like,
grind down that railing.
[laughter]
- Yeah, you're gonna break,
like, a lot of bones.
[rock music]
- Students, welcome--
- To the finals prep meeting.
Who knows what
"farm to table" is?
- Ooh!
- I know what
"singer-to-stage" is.
[laughter]
- Farm-to-table is when the food
on the table at a restaurant
comes straight from local farms.
- Exactly.
Now, on your tablets,
you will find a dossier of how
the ingredients are sourced
from the menus you submitted.
[laughter]
- Oh, check it out.
The dossier has a biography
of the chicken
we're going to serve.
Oh, guess what his name is.
- Steve.
- Who would name
a chicken Steve?
- Who would name a chicken?
- It's Nicky!
His name is Nicky.
[laughter]
Oh, and check out Chicken Nicky
having fun on the farm.
He gets coriander foot soaks,
daily massages,
oh, and even barnyard
movie nights
with his chicken compadres.
- Chicken Nicky's got
a better life than you.
And better legs.
- Steve.
[rock music]
♪ ♪
- Wow.
You guys are really doing this
"walk a mile in each other's
shoes" thing
just to impress some girls?
- Yep.
And we're freakin' out!
- Don't worry.
Between you and me,
and me as you,
and you as me,
one of the four of us will
come up with a way out of this.
[laughter]
- They're not gonna find a way.
But back to Chicken Nicky.
[knocking]
- Hey, Nicky.
It's me, Chicken Nicky.
- Chicken Nicky,
what are you doing here?
- Well, I know you've seen
what a great life I have,
so I thought you might wanna
walk a mile in my chicken feet.
[laughter]
- Tingly.
And it smells good, too.
- That's the coriander.
On Thursdays, they add
a little paprika.
- [together] Paprika Thursdays!
[laughter]
- Ah, you've got the life,
Chicken Nicky.
- Yep.
Cluck!
Really work that wing.
[laughter]
- [together] Aah.
[laughter]
- Cluck!
[laughter]
- That was the best day ever,
Chicken Nicky.
What are we doing tomorrow?
- Oh, tomorrow we're going
from farm to table.
- What table?
- The eating table.
That's where all us
chickens end up.
- Us?
I'm not a chicken.
[screams]
I'm freakin' out!
♪ ♪
[rock music]
- Welcome to the finals of the
Colorado Kids Cook-Off.
[laughter]
- Nicky, what are you
doing with your neck?
- Nothing.
It's just a--Cluck!
It's a crick.
- Ready, chefs?
And, cook.
- It's Thursday.
Don't forget the paprika.
[screams]
I can't do this.
[laughter]
- What?
What are you doing?
- I can't cook Chicken Nicky.
- Why not?
- Last night,
I had a dream,
and I realized chicken...
is a chicken.
- Well, of course
chicken is a chicken.
And beef is a cow.
- Beef is a cow?
I can't cook meat at all.
- But your whole menu is meat.
- I'm sorry, Dawn.
I don't wanna ruin your chances
at singing,
but I'm out.
- Come on, Nicky.
Stop being such a chicken.
- Cluck!
- Sorry, poor choice of words.
[laughter]
[rock music]
- And just like that,
Skateboard Ricky can't
grind down the railing.
- And poet Dicky can't
recite a poem
because he has a sore throat.
- Now remember, you know how
weak we get around these girls,
but it's important
to stick to the plan.
- Agreed.
We have to stay strong.
- Hi, Dicky!
- Wanna hear a poem?
- What are you doing?
We're supposed to stay strong.
- Hi, Ricky.
- I'm goin' grinding.
[laughter]
- What are you doing?
- The only thing
you taught me to do.
Now, will you come
up here and help?
- No.
- Fine.
You can give up on your passion,
but I'm not giving up on mine.
I'm gonna win this competition,
with or without you.
Because I want the chance for
Chef Andre to hear me sing.
- Yeah, but without me,
what are the odds
of that actually happening?
- Good point.
This might be my only shot for
Chef Andre to hear me sing.
♪ I put the veggies
in this slicer ♪
♪ I slice them once and then
I slice them twice-er ♪
- Unusual techniques,
these two have.
One sings to the vegetables,
the other cuddles them.
- Hmph.
- Be careful with that thing.
[metallic grinding]
Look at all the vegetables
you're wasting!
[laughter]
It's enough for a whole meal.
A whole meal?
That's it.
Genius.
- You're back?
- You bet your sweet potatoes,
I'm back.
And I have a way to stay true
to myself and win this.
- Yes!
♪ We are so gonna win this-- ♪
- But you gotta stop singing.
- Oh, did I do it?
- Not even close, dude.
[laughter]
- Where are the girls?
- They left when you were
halfway down the railing
screaming, "Mommy!
Mommy! Mommy!"
[laughter]
- Understandable.
- What happened?
- We did what you said and
walked in each other's shoes.
- Not your best
parenting advice.
[laughter]
- See?
Walking in two right shoes
doesn't sound so stupid now,
does it?
- Still does, Tom.
[laughter]
- Spider!
[screams]
[laughter]
[rock music]
- Mmm!
Mmm.
- Everyone else made meat.
- Don't worry.
My vegetarian meal
is just as delicious
as any meat menu.
- And what have you
made for me today?
- I have stuffed peppers,
a chickpea pot pie,
and truffle mac and cheese.
- Edible.
Short for "incredible."
Short for "some of the most
incredible
vegetarian dishes
I have ever had."
Oh, the competition was stiff,
but there is one clear winner.
[chuckles]
Maggie.
[laughter]
- Wait.
But--But you said
Nicky made the most incredible
vegetarian dishes
you've ever had.
- But meat makes the meal.
[laughter]
- You're wrong!
all: [gasps]
- Go on.
- Vegetables can be a meal.
Food isn't a one-size-fits-all.
Some people like hamburgers.
Some people like veggie burgers.
That's the great thing
about food.
Everyone can choose
for themselves.
- ♪ Choose for themselves ♪
- Not the time, Dawn.
[laughter]
- Oh, well, in that case,
I still choose Maggie's.
[laughter]
- Wow.
Maybe I'm lying to myself
about being a chef.
- No, you're not.
You're a great chef, Nicky.
- No, you're not.
You're a really great chef,
Nicky.
The best in the class,
whatever you choose to cook.
- Then why are you
so hard on me?
- Because I want you to live up
to your full potential.
I'm hard on you because
I believe in you.
- Really?
- And I'm hard you because
I believe in you.
- Really?
- No, Mom made me say it.
[laughter]
- I'm really glad you didn't
give up on your passion.
- Well, I'm really sad I ruined
your chance to pursue yours.
- Who says you ruined it?
♪ Oh, how I would love
to sing at-- ♪
- Wrong Wigglesworth.
- ♪ Oh, how I-- ♪
That was the right
Wigglesworth, right?
[laughter]
Come back!
- Shall we?
- We shall.
[laughter]
- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪
♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪
[whistling]
♪ ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah! ♪
- ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah! ♪