Good Burger Page #4

♪ She's a dude,

we're all dudes, hey. ♪

Ed...

I've never seen

so many customers.

Good Burger's back

in business.

Oh, back in business.

Move over,

Mondo Burger.

Move over.

And Ed?

What?

For every Good

Burger we sell,

I'm going to give you ten cents for every one!

Oh, man.

A little help here.

Oh, okay,

be right there.

No, no, no, no.

I'll help Deedee.

You get in that kitchen

and keep making sauce.

Well, Ed, how's

that sauce-making

coming along?

Oh, pretty good.

Mr. Baily says

it's going to save Good Burger.

That's great.

Now, you do remember

that it was my idea

to put the sauce on Good Burgers

in the first place, right?

Yeah, you should get some

of the money I receive.

I'm glad to hear you say that.

In fact, since

we're going to be

in business together,

I thought that maybe

we should sign

a little contract.

Just to make our

partnership official.

Yeah, okay.

Hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Mm... hmm.

Oh, oh, yeah.

Mmm, mmm.

Mmm.

I know some of these words.

Ah.

So, what does it all mean,

Dexter?

Well, it's-it's quite simple,

really.

Of all the money

that Good Burger makes

off your sauce,

Cool? Okay.

And then I'll

keep the other

for both of us.

Okay.

There you go.

Cool. All right.

Ed?

customers out there.

It's unbelievable.

What do you put

in that sauce?

Well, you start off

with a little lemon juice

and some ketchup.

Um, look, Dexter,

I like you as a friend and all,

but it might...

No. Listen to

me carefully.

Okay.

Do not tell anyone the

recipe to your sauce.

Oh. Well, first you start off

with a little lemon juice...

Stop it!

Stop talking.

Oh.

Never tell anyone

the ingredients

of your sauce.

Why?

You want to save Good

Burger, don't you?

Oh, yeah.

Good Burger's my life.

Well, then, you got to keep

your sauce recipe a secret.

All right?

Okay.

All right.

Um, Dexter?

Hmm?

You're squishing my pancreas.

Sorry.

Thanks.

Unbelievable.

Two days ago,

we had Good Burger crushed.

Now look at 'em.

I think

it's the sauce, boss.

Oh.

Duh. I know that.

You think Kurt's stupid?

Mmm... Uh-uh, uh-uh.

I want Good Burger

out of business.

Go find out

what's in that sauce.

I'll go get some

and have it checked out.

Ed, here's your

take for the day.

Yay!

Yay!

Thanks for the

sauce, kid.

Mmm!

Love ya!

Well, here you go, Ed.

Yeah, well, see you tomorrow.

Uh, hey-hey, Dex,

uh, what you doing?

You want to hang

out or something?

Gee, I don't know.

I got to go clean my room.

I-I got to...

Please?

Sure. Let-Let's hang out.

Cool!

Want to see

my secret place?

That's not what I had in mind.

Come on!

All-All right...

I get you.

This is my place.

This is where I

come and think.

Well, I think.

That's funny,

'cause I never took you

for much of a thinker.

Oh, yeah, sure.

I think about all

kind of things:

Good Burger...

squirrels...

cardboard boxes...

things that

are sticky...

I'll bet

you don't have one real problem.

Um, I got six toes

on my left foot.

What kind of problems

do you have?

Other than the ones

you cause? Lots.

Most of them started

when I was a little kid.

That's when my dad left me

and my mom.

since then.

I remember the last time

I saw my Dad.

I was seven years old,

and for no reason at all,

he bought me this yo-yo.

It was so cool.

I mean, it wasn't

just an ordinary yo-yo.

It had lights that lit up

when you yo-yoed it.

Red lights on one side,

and blue lights on the other.

And it made this funky,

whistling noise, too.

Wow.

That sounds

like quite a yo-yo.

You-you still got it?

No.

After awhile,

it stopped lighting up.

Then it quit making that funky

whistling noise.

Then I guess

my mom just threw it away.

You know...

I don't even remember

what my dad looks like.

I don't remember

what my dad looks like, either.

But at least

I get to see him every day.

I give up.

I'm going home.

Oh, h-hey, Dex.

Uh, thanks for hanging out

with me.

It's no problem.

See you tomorrow, buddy.

You-You mean it?

Mean what?

Well, I'm your buddy.

You-You called me your buddy.

Yeah, sure.

I guess so.

See you tomorrow.

Dexter, you got

a delivery.

You are going

to freak.

Ooh!

Hey, Monique,

um, check it.

I got a delivery

to make.

You want to ride

with me?

Oh, I want to go,

I want to go.

Oh, yeah.

You can go, Ed.

Yay!

Oh, man.

Ed.

Ed, man, you got to park

the burger. Slow down.

Watch it, Steve!

Hey, hey!

Oh, hey, man.

Whoa!

Come on, man,

the locker room's this way.

So, after scoring that amazing, last-minute,

game-winning shot,

and bringing your team

all the way

to the NBA Championship,

how do you feel?

I feel hungry.

Delivery.

Shaq...!

Oh, oh, oh!

Oh, oh, huh.

Here's your

Good Burger. Huh.

Little man,

I ordered tomatoes

on this Good Burger.

I don't see no tomatoes.

Well, hang on. Uh.

Huh!

Consider yourself tomatoed.

You're not like other people,

are you?

No.

Um, go-go on

ahead, Shaq.

Take a bite

of the Good Burger,

and tell us how

you like the good sauce.

Tastes good, tastes good.

You heard it

here, folks.

Shaquille O'Neal,

a man who enjoys good food.

Huh! Huh!

Look, Dex, we're on live TV!

Oh, welcome to Good Burger,

home of the Good Burger.

Can I take your order?

Huh. Whoa.

I've never been on TV before.

Whoa. Hey.

♪ I'm a dude ♪

♪ He's a dude ♪

♪ She's a dude ♪

♪ And we're all dudes, hey! ♪

I'm sick of these pukes.

Shut up!

You're not so fast

with the trash talk now,

are you, huh?

You got him that time, bro.

Yeah, but if you

hadn't noticed,

Good Burger is

still in business.

Well, what are we supposed

to do about it?

Our burgers are already twice

the size of theirs.

Kitchen.

Y-yes, sir.

Make our burgers bigger.

Bigger? But they're already...

Bigger! Bigger!

Now, let's see Good Burger

go against burgers three times

the size of their own.

Great.

But what about

the Ed Sauce?

♪ Hey, I'm a dude ♪

♪ He's a dude ♪

♪ She's a dude,

'cause we're all dudes... ♪

Welcome to Good Burger.

Home of the Good Burger.

Can I take your order?

You all right, bro?

Hey, hey, hey.

I know you.

You're the dude

from Mondo Burger.

Correct-a-mundo.

Kurt Bozwell.

No, no, no.

I'm Ed.

Can I give you a lift, Ed?

Oh, I don't know, dude.

Just get in the car, huh?

Oh, car?

Yeah.

Uh-oh.

Uh-oh. Uh...!

Ed, I'm going to cut

right to the chase.

You have been working

at Good Burger now

for like, what,

three years?

And your manager

still only pays you

five bucks an hour, man.

Really? Cool!

Huh.

Well, five bucks

an hour's cool...

How does... ten bucks sound?

Ten bucks.

I don't know.

It sounds sort of like...

I want you to bail

on Good Burger, and I want you

to come and work for me

at Mondo Burger.

You make your sauce for Kurt.

Who's Kurt?

I'm Kurt.

I'm Ed.

I'm aware!

You said you were Kurt.

Well, uh, thanks

for the ride.

Whenever you're ready

to come and work for me,

you say the word.

Okay.

Mm.

What were you doing

in Kurt's car?

Oh, you know, just pushing

buttons and hanging out. Huh.

What'd he say

to you?

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