If they need to touch each other in any way, kablooey!

No more kitchen.

Sorry, Chowder.

Uh, no more kitchen?

Don't worry, it's only painting.

Well, it's taking too long!

I bonk you!

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Stop that, Chowder!

Kablooey!

Remember?

I forgot.

Oh, gosh.

Now, watch carefully.

First add smetchup, now bacon, meat, sconjongs, dandelion...

Boy, I sure do love being Monk's apprentice, but he is so boring.

So b-b-bored.

So bored.

Huh?

What's this?

Ooh!

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

I love you.

I now pronounce you husband and wife.

You may kiss the Flubberburgers!

Whoosh!

Chowder, you touched them!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Chowder, I think it's time we had a talk.

You've got to start acting like a more responsible chef.

Someday I'll retire.

Or be killed by you.

And you'll become the master.

And I need to know you'll be ready when the time comes.

You understand what I'm saying, Chowder?

But this whole cartoon series is based on me being the apprentice.

I refuse to not be the apprentice!

Refuse!

Refuse!

Refuse!

Ah!

Learning from you is my reason, Monk.

And without my reason, I have no reason.

Do you not see?

I love you.

And not just any old love.

The kind of love that is needy and dysfunctional.

Ah!

Hey, what's that sound?

Blah, blah, blah.

I'm a doctor.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Ah!

So, you see, Chowder, you simply can't be my apprentice forever.

Come on.

Now, let's hug on.

No, no, no, no, no!

I will never grow up.

Ever.