The Emperors New Groove 2 Kronks New Groove Page #5

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Be good sports...

...and...

Keep the focus on fun!

l'm so proud of them.

Hey, where's Tipo?

Kronk is gonna love this.

Scrape out these seed pods,

mash them into itching powder,

sneak the powder into

their chalk at the cheer-off,

and they'll be completely humiliated

while we achieve total domination!

Everybody ready?

- Megaphones?

- Check!

- Pom-poms?

- Check!

- Team spirit?

- Go, team!

Go, team!

Chaca, there is no "l" in "team."

But there's a "U" in "euphoric."

And there's a "me" in, uh...

..."mediocre."

l got you something.

For me?

l know this is all really new.

And l hope you won't think

that l'm moving too fast,

but there comes a time when

a man's gotta say how he feels.

Oh, Kronk.

Monogrammed oven mitts.

Oh, just my size.

Good luck, Kronky-poo.

Thanks, Miss Birdy-poo.

Yo, crowd, let's get loud!

Go, Chipmunks!

Awesome!

- All right!

- Yeah!

Yes! Oh, yay!

That was wonderful, Kronky-poo!

You're gonna be even better,

not that it matters who wins.

- We've already won.

- We've already won.

Now l know you're just

itching to get out there,

but don't forget

to chalk up your hands.

You don't want to fall.

l'm not worried.

l know you'd

be there to catch me.

Say what?!

This is gonna be so awesome!

- l know. They're really good.

- Yeah, but we're gonna win.

l cheated, just like you said.

Oh, that's great, Tipo.

Wait, what?

l put itching powder

in their chalk.

You said do

whatever it takes to win.

I know you'd be there to catch me.

Noooooo!

"Tipo's ltching Powder.

Property of Tipo.

Do not touch except for..."

Tipo?!

How could you?

l'm so disappointed.

Oh, no. What am l gonna do?

Eh, let the kid take the rap.

He'll do easy time.

You put the idea in his head.

Look at him out there.

- He's six.

- Uh-oh, the lip. Not the lip.

Don't look directly at it!

Start flapping your jaw,

the girl goes bye-bye.

- Forever?

- Heartbreak City.

- No.

- So you're gonna weasel out

while they send Tipo

off to the big house?

You forgetting something?

You want this, you need that.

Dangerous.

You could have hurt somebody.

l cannot believe that you would disgrace

the Chipmunk name in this manner!

But Tipo needs me.

Let him go!

lt's all my fault.

Kronky-poo?

You told Tipo to cheat?

l told him...

do whatever it takes to win.

Wait!

- lt was all a big mistake.

- l'll say it was.

The biggest mistake of my life!

l thought l could trust you.

But Miss Birdy-poo...

Don't ever call me that again!

On second thought,

don't call me ever!

She's gone.

And all l have

to remember her by are these.

Now l've got nothing.

No, what you've got

is a full house on fondue night.

Now give me one

Havarti party pot

two blue cheese bombs

and a cracker cheddar surprise. Stat!

How can you think of fondue

at a time like this?

Look, you made the right choice.

You saved the kid.

But l lost the girl.

Now l'm a two-time loser, and my

father's gonna be here any minute.

More like any second.

Ah! What am l gonna do?

Just tell him the truth.

l can't handle the truth!

Where am l going to find a wife

and kids and house on a hill?

How's dinner coming?

l gotta get the wife and kids

back to our house on the hill.

You want to borrow my house?

- And me?

- And them, if it's no trouble.

Kronk, you should be

ashamed of yourself.

Trust me, l am,

but not as much as l'd be

if Papi finds out l'm a failure.

He'll come with everything.

Cold Shoulder, Frenzied Eyebrow,

Grimace of Doom, Sneer of Despair,

Wince of Guilt,

Scowl of lmpending Wrath,

and worst of all,

the Nostril Flare

of Total Rejection.

What's wrong with Kronk?

Duh. You made him look like a

big fat liar in front of Miss Birdwell!

Hey, don't guilt-trip the kid!

- lt's not his fault.

- No, he's right.

l've got to help him.

Now come on, Chich,

he's our friend.

Pacha!

You saw the Nostril Flare

of Total Rejection.

We have to do something

before his father gets here.

Too late. He's here.

- Ah! lt's him!

- l know what to do!

l'll just wait here,

like a sane person.

Kronker?

Kronker?

- Kronker, front and center!

- Yes, sir! Oh!

Papi!

What do l look like, your Aunt Matilda?

Put her there!

Papi?

Papi?

Huh? Oh!

Where are your manners, son?

Uh, sorry. Papi, this is...

- You must be Kronk's wife.

- l'm...

- ...Chicha.

- Chicha.

How'd this knucklehead

ever land a catch like you?

Well, he just asked.

Really.

And these are my grandkids?

Front and center, kids,

and... let me have a look at you.

l said front and center!

Names and ages!

Chaca, sir!

Age seven and three-quarters, sir!

And this is Yupi. He's only a half.

And, uh,

that's my house up there,

on the hill.

Wow! l never thought

l'd live to see this.

You, of all people, with a wife,

kids and a house on a hill.

Son, l don't know what to say.

Kronkers! Hoo-hoo-hoo!

Now l really don't know what to say.

Who's this... lovely...

...lady?

Well, she's, uh...

- l'm Kronk's wi...

- Mother-in-law!

- Granny!

- Pach...

...ita!

Papi, this is Pachita,

Chicha's mother.

Ohhhh!

Mother, huh?

Enchant.

Now l see

where Chicha gets her looks.

OK. Who's hungry? Let's eat.

Yeah, l'm starving.

l hope the chef here

knows what he's doing.

Yeah, so do l.

Whoa, little fella!

Where are you going in such a hurry?

Kronk's in trouble!

His father's here!

He doesn't have a wife or kids

or a house on the hill.

l've got to help him!

Kronk's in trouble?

l know what to do.

Hang on, big fella!

The cavalry's comin'!

Ah, well, isn't this nice, Papi?

You, me, Chicha,

Mom.

So, are you proud of me?

Even a little?

Humph. l'm just glad to see

you gave up all those crazy ideas

- about cooking and talking to animals.

- Kronk! Yoo-hoo!

Yeah. Crazy.

- Hey, Kronk, what's cookin'?

- Nothing!

There's no cooking whatsoever

going on here. No siree.

- What's he talking about? Him!

- Him who?

- Guy who was here.

- What?

- Why's he asking you about cooking?!

- Yeah. That's weird.

lt's a... a business deal.

Oh, Kronk's always

got something cooking.

Oh, yeah.

Speaking of cooking,

what does it take to get food here?

- Talk to the chef.

- l'll go!

Perfect.

Gives us more time

to get to know each other.

Oh... Oh! Lucky me.

l can't do this.

- Look. Fondue night was your idea.

- Ow, ow, ow!

Fondue!

They don't get fed,

they come after you.

Wait. l'll cook.

Feel that!

Like a python.

Ordering.

One bucket of brie,

two Gouda gulps

and a flaming fountain of fondue.

Cardio special. Got it.

And a side salad

with poppy seed dressing.

Papi?!

Kronk! Oh, thank goodness.

- So?

- So, what?

Hello! Anybody up there?

Where's our food?

l've worked up quite an appetite.

More water. Be right back.

Kronk!

l mean... Kronkles!

OK. Stoke the fire.

Stir the fondue.

Chop the onions, lie to Papi.

- Machu Picchu!

- Kronky-wonky!

Who is this?

- Why, l'm the lovely Mrs. Kronk.

- Kronker!

Uh... Right.

l'll go check on dinner.

Hey! ls that any way

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