-That looks delicious.

-I also baked pain au chocolat,

pain suisse, and croissants.

-Yeah! -Oh, yeah!

What's the occasion, Clyde?

Yeah, are you buttering us up for something?

-Okay, here goes.

The reason I created this

"Célébration de Friendship Brunch"

is because I've got some big news.

It all started last night...

-(phone ringing) -Clyde, can you get that?

And please be careful.

That phone is older than our 1930s Dust Bowl glasses.

-Hello? -Clyde, it's Nana Gayle.

Ooh, I got big news.

My best friend Fleur Dupont

just came to town for a surprise visit.

She happens to be the dean

of one of the finest cooking academies in the world.

-I know that academy!

It's nearly impossible to get in.

They wouldn't even let the Queen of England in.

Granted, I've heard her sponge cake is dry...

-Clyde, get your buns over here!

And bring your baked goods, too!

If Fleur tries them,

oh, she's sure to let you in.

-So what happened?

-She loved everything I made.

In fact, Dean Dupont said

I just have to pass one last exam tonight.

I have to cook her an entire dinner.

If I nail it, I'll be into the academy.

-Yeah! Yeah!

Yeah, all right!

-(sniffs) -Clyde? What's wrong?

-There's only one drawback.

The school's in Paris.

No!

Aww, it's happening again,

Clyde's leaving us.

Just like when Lincoln done went to Canada.

-Let's not lose our heads here.

I'm not 1,000 percent sure I'm going yet.

They might not even pick me.

-Your food is divine.

Of course you'll get in.

-I'll miss you guys like crazy,

but this is an incredible opportunity.

Where else could I learn to cook sole meunière,

concombre a la menthe, escargot...

Wait, Clyde.

What if you could learn to cook all those things here?

In Royal Woods?

I know someone who could teach you.

Then we wouldn't lose you.

Ooh, give it a try, Clyde. Please?

-Yeah, we're your crew,

table ten at lunch,

the action news team.

We have to stick together.

-But who are you thinking could teach me?

I know just the guy.

(French accent) Bonjour, Clyde.

Ready to cook French food?

(normally) I'm so excited, I can't wait.

-Wow, thanks, Mr. Loud.

I had no idea you studied French cuisine.

-Well, I follow a French cooking vlog,

which is basically the same thing.

Every time my boy Charcuterie Sheldon goes live,

I feel alive!

We're going to make escargot...

Just like you were gonna learn in Paris.

Charcuterie Sheldon said

the key to "snailing" it is the sauce.

(laugh) Get it?

'Cause... 'cause we're cooking snails.

-(chuckles)

Good one, Mr. Loud.

-Let's start by mixing some butter.

-Look alive. The lunch rush is starting.

-Uh, should I come back later?

-No, no. You'll learn on the fly.

Next step. Add some garlic to that.

(upbeat music)

-(groans) -Hold on.

Don't forget the nacho cheese!

-Mm-mm.

-Oh, oh, it's way too hot.

No worries, just add ice cubes.

-Okay, you're the teacher.

-Gotta pour on that pesto.

Need to use that milk before it goes bad.

Ah, I got to throw those fish heads someplace.

It's time to dump all the chunky chili.

Stir till frothy.

Finished! Order in the window!

-(straining)

-Ugh!

-Ah, sorry I got busy, Clyde.

So did you add the garlic?

-Oh, I added everything you said.

The crew is enjoying it right now.

-(all retching)

Well, what other chefs in Royal Woods do we know?

Chef Pat,

do you know anything about French cooking?

-Pfft, I know everything.

I used to be the head chef on a 60-foot yacht

off the French Riviera.

Here. Ah.

Try a nutty buckwheat galette.

-(all munching)

-Nutty. Smooth.

So why do you cook sloppy joe's all the time?

-'Cause that's what you kids like.

Chef Pat.

You have to teach Clyde all about French cooking,

or else he's moving to Paris.

Please!

Hmm. That's a lot to ask,

but I'll do it, on one condition.

While I'm with Clyde,

you guys gotta take care of my niece, Waffles...

-(growling)

-If she tries to bite you, give her waffles.

They calm her down.

-(barks)

-I was thinking we could try this quiche Lorraine recipe...

-Okay, but I got a whole school to feed

so we're gonna need to multiply this by, like, uh...

(muttering) 500, I think.

Math wasn't my best subject.

I'm more of a fine arts gal.

-(growls) Waffle!

-I'm starving and Waffles won't share.

Hey, got any snacks in there?

-Oh, no, we used too many eggs.

-Ah!

I don't think this Chef Pat thing is working, dawgs.

-Yeah, Clyde's gonna pick Paris for sure.

Well, we're not giving up, right?

Heck no.

-This ain't over till the rooster crows in the morn'.

-We gotta keep the gang together.

Good.

Now I hate to do this,

but we're gonna have to go to plan B.

Sabotage his final dinner tonight.

(doorbell rings)

Thanks for coming, guys.

If this dinner goes well,

I know I'll be moving, but don't worry.

I've already started working out a daily schedule

for video chatting.

Guys, this is Dean Dupont.

Dean Dupont, these are my friends.

They insisted on being here for moral support.

-Bonjour, mademoiselle. Mwah.

-(chuckles) Enchanté.

What a cultured young man.

-(chuckles) Dinner is about to be served.

Would you all please follow me to the dining room?

Everyone, I'll now bring les hors d'oeuvres.

Clyde, let me give you a hand.

Now where did I put the fresh chives?

(lively instrumental music)

Perfect! And here are the mini croque monsieurs.

Uh, why do you have two plates?

This one's for the cats.

-(cats shriek)

-Mmm, Clyde, c'est un delice.

-Time for the second course.

Uh... Psst, I'll take this one.

(inconspicuous whistling)

You look like you got your hands full, dawg.

I'll get this one to the table.

-(all) Ahh!

-Actually, this one is for Zach.

-(gasps)

-(groans)

-This is for everyone else.

-(all) Oooh.

-Zach, I know you're not a fish guy,

so I made you a chicken substitute.

-Thanks, Clyde. How thoughtful.

(clears throat)

-(grunting) (coughing and panting)

-Come on, Zach, take a bite.

Clyde went to a lot of trouble.

-(chuckles)

(explosion)

-It's a little spicy.

-Hmm, I did put some arugula in there.

Well, while you all enjoy the salmon,

I'm gonna bring out the main course...

shallot showered entrecote.

-Heck, Clyde, I'll give you a hand.

(gasps) Good gravy!

Is that a Yellow Sac spider?

Oh it's a'jumpin'.

Now it's over there.

-What? Where?

-(grunting)

Got it!

That's a whole lotta spider guts.

We can serve the grub now.

-I'd like to make a toast to Clyde

and his amazing future at the academy.

You'll spend every minute honing your cooking skills.

A semester of pastries,

a semester of soups,

a year of soufflés...

And after you finished at the academy,

you'll study crepe making in Brittany,

then onto the Jura mountains for compte cheese making.

You have a very bright future ahead of you, Clyde.

-Oh, my gosh, it's everything

our sweet baby Clyde has ever wanted.

-The toast est finie.

I cannot wait any longer to try this delicious food.

You can't open that!

Qu'est ce qu'il ce passe ici.

Uh... I'd really like my dinner,

s'il vous plait.

-Lincoln, stop it. Give her the meal.

Uh, nope.

Unfortunately, I cannot do that.

Zach, run!

Uh... Yah!

-(gasps)

-(grunts) (panting)

-Give it back, Zach.

-(grunts)

Oof.

-Stella, Liam, catch.

-(all gasp)

-(grunting) -Whoa!

(crashing)

-(panting) (sighs)

-(all sigh)

-(shouting) -Watch out!

-Oh! -Oh.

-What is wrong with you guys?

We couldn't let Dean Dupont have her dinner

because we sabotaged it.

-What? -Sorry, Clyde,

we just didn't want you to get into that fancy Francy academy.

-You'd live so far away from us.

But we can't hold you back

from the most amazing opportunity you've ever gotten.

Please give Clyde another chance to cook for you.

His food is incredible.

Come on, guys, we'd better go.

Wait, look,

it's not cool that you guys tried to ruin my dinner,

but I've changed my mind about the academy.

-(all gasp)

-I know it's an incredible opportunity,

but the curriculum sounds a little intense.

I mean cheese making in the mountains?

I have a phobia of tall, snowcapped places.

And no offense,

but I really don't want my future planned out.

I love cooking, but I don't know

that I want to spend my whole life doing it.

I might change my mind and become a teacher

or a motorcycle stuntman.

-(gasps)

-I'm sorry for all the trouble.

-I understand, Clyde,

but a talent like yours shouldn't go to waste.

I think there's still a way we can cook together.

Dip the eclair into the chocolat,

allowing the excess to drip off.

-Très bien, Clyde. -Merci.

These part-time classes are the highlight of my week.

-Ours too!

-(growling) -Oh!

-(growls)

(burps)

(lively string music)

-Pamela, darling, break out your best china,

your rarest rainbow sprinkles. Spare no expense.

-Oh, is it allowance day already?

-You know it.

I'll have two scoops of your finest gelato.

-And I'll do my usual in a small.

-Ooh!

-Whoa! -Yay!

(chuckles)

-That's a small?

-Yeah, I'd get the large,

but I don't want to ruin my dinner.

(eating loudly)

-Enjoy that Moon's Over My Pammy bucket.

It's the last one.

We took it off the menu to make room

for our brand-new sundae, the Double Trouble.

Actually you two could be perfect.

We're looking for a set of twins to promote it.

You'd get a crown and free ice cream for life.

-Ice cream for life? -And a crown?

-(together) We'll do it.

-Oh, oh, not so fast, girls.

If you wanna represent Auntie Pam's,

you gotta earn it.

I'm holding a contest that's open

to all the twins of Royal Woods,

so you'll have some competition.

-Lola, we have to win.

-We'll need to pull out all the stops.

Ooh, let's wear matching outfits!

Fine, no matching outfits.

But you have to take a shower.

-Deal.

-First rule of any contest,

know your enemy, and you can never lose.

Who's gonna be our biggest threat?

-Mr. Gross and Flip? -(tires screech)

-Um, what are you two trying to pull?

You're not even related.

-What? You don't see the resemblance?

-Ooh, it's in the flavor savers.

-(both chuckling).

-Ugh. -And what's Liam doing here?

-Okay, fellers, eye of the tiger.

-(goats bleat)

-His twins aren't even human! -Huh?

They got every right to be here.

(horn honks)

-Uh, anyone seen my twin sister Mopes?

She looks just like me, except for she's on a moped.

-No way Scoot has a twin.

The universe would never be so cruel.

-Anyone seen my twin sister Scoots?

She looks just like me, except for she's on a scooter.

Ugh.

-Okay, Scoot's sister is obviously just her in a wig.

This contest is going to be an ice cream cake walk.

-Yeah, we're the only real twins here.

-Stop the presses.

'Cause Cheryl... And Meryl...

-(together) Have arrived.

-Sorry for being tardy, y'all.

We may have gotten sucked into an episode

of our favorite soap opera, "Southern Hospitality."

(blows whistle)

-Alrighty, who's ready to twin it up?

Let's get this competition started.

-(all cheering)

-Round one, taste test.

-Down Home Double Dutch Chocolate.

-(bell rings) -Yes!

-Uncle Charlie's Chicory. -(bell rings)

-(both bleat)

-Bah-bah Blueberry, you're absolutely right.

-(bell rings) -(both bleat)

-Shriekin' Butter Pecan. -(bell rings)

-(snoring)

(groans)

-Round two, customer service.

-(blows raspberry) -(horn honks)

-(together) Whoa!

-(together) Ah!

-Grip it and whip it!

-We played a little roller derby in college.

-They used to call us the Slingshot Sisters.

-(laughs)

-(growling)

-(blows whistle) -Disqualified.

-Disqualified? For what?

-Violation of Auntie Pam's Double Trouble Contract.

I can't have my twins fighting. They need to be united.

-(grunts)

Round three, ice cream sculpting.

-Ooh. (gasps)

-Ooh.

-It's the Eifel Tower, y'all.

-Just like the one from Las Vegas!

-(applause)

-(both sigh)

-Our final teams are Cheryl and Meryl

and Lola and Lana.

And now for the big moment.

The Double Trouble twins and winners

of a lifetime supply of ice cream are,

lo and behold, Cheryl and Meryl!

-(both laughing and cheering)

-(both sigh)

-It's no fair.

That crown and ice cream should be ours.

-(both gasp) -(tires screech)

-(goats bleating)

-Hey, wait up, fellers!

-At least we didn't get disqualified

-for fighting, right? -Fight clause.

Lana, maybe there's a way we can still win.

Cheryl and Meryl just need to start bickering,

and Auntie Pam will make us the Double Trouble twins.

-But how do we know they'll fight?

-'Cause you and I are going to make them.

(school bell rings)

-Thanks for the snack break, Cheryl.

-My pleasure, sugar.

-I've never heard a person talk as much as Cheryl.

She said, like, a gazillion sentences,

and they all started with "sugar".

-Does that mean you got the scoop

on how to split up her and Meryl?

-It won't be easy. Those two are tight.

They eat ice cream together every night.

They watch all the same TV shows,

like "Southern Hospitality."

They even double date with their boyfriends.

-Hmm, I can work with all that.

(soft dramatic music)

(hairdryer whooshing)

-(screams)

Meryl, did you spill the ice cream?

Now we got a dairy river

the size of the Mississippi on our floor.

-Don't blame me. I didn't do it.

-(both growl)

-Well, no use cryin' over spilled ice cream.

We got plenty more in the back-up freezer.

-Ugh!

-(whistling melody) -(grunts)

-"Dearest Cheryl,

"being with you makes my heart flutter.

"But I can't stand your sister. It's me or her.

Signed, your boyfriend."

(chuckles) Just like Mama always says,

sisters before misters. Buh-bye, Darryl.

-I hope this works.

(dialing)

(phone ringing)

-Yello, Che-Meryl residence. You got Meryl.

-Hey, sugar, it's me, your sister.

-Hey, sugar.

-I'm in a bit of a pickle here at school.

Huggins has a bee in his office.

Actually, a lot of bees.

-Come home safe, my babies. -(bees buzzing)

-I'm fixing to be here awhile.

You should go on ahead and watch the season finale

of "Southern Hospitality" without me.

-What?

Well, that don't sound like you at all.

You serious about this?

-As serious as a hoedown. -Ooh, that is serious.

And I am chompin' at the bit

to find out about this pie thief.

Ooh, okay. I'll watch.

-(screams) Run, Huggins.

They think my beehive is their beehive!

-(blows nose) (sobbing)

-Ooh, boy, did I have a dickens of a day.

And are you watching

the "Southern Hospitality" finale without me?

-Uh, you called and told me to.

-That is a backhoe of lies.

I think I would remember something like that.

-You calling me a fibber? -If the kitten heel fits!

-How dare you? -Hmph!

-Oh and B-T-dubs, Wayland is the pie thief!

-(gasp) -(blows nose)

-Welcome all to the debut of our Double Trouble sundae.

Exciting, isn't it, Double Trouble twins?

-(together) Hmph!

-Who wants to cut the ribbon? -I'll do it.

-I'm surprised you haven't already done it without me,

-you low-down pie thief spoiler. -(gasps)

-(crowd gasps) -Oops.

-(gasps) Okay, ladies, settle down.

-(laughs) You missed me.

-(blows raspberry) -Ugh!

You two are in violation

of my Auntie Pam anti-fight clause.

-(both gasp)

-As runners up,

I hereby crown you two the Double Trouble twins.

-Us? This is all so unexpected.

-(all cheer)

-The sign-up line for our Unlimited Double Trouble

ice cream party starts here!

-And remember, it's VIPS only.

-Mornin'... (sobbing)

Roosters.

Today's lunch will be

two identical twin fish sticks!

Sorry, Principal Huggins, it's just that Meryl is gone.

(sobbing)

After our tussle at Auntie Pam's parlor,

we was both madder than wet hens,

so this morning, Meryl packed up her stuff

and left for the bus station.

(sobbing)

(blows nose)

-All right Cheryl, let's go. Get up.

-We're getting your twin back.

-(gasps) What?

(screams)

-Up ahead, that must be Meryl's bus.

-Hurry! We're gonna miss her!

-Hang on! -(screams)

(loud crash)

(coughing)

-What is she doing here?

-Look, Meryl, if you want to be mad

at someone, be mad at us.

-Yeah, we wanted ice cream so bad,

we tricked you two into fighting.

-(both gasp)

-It was stupid, and we feel so terrible.

If anyone knows how much twins need each other, it's us.

-Yeah, you can't leave, Meryl.

Twins gotta stick together.

-Well, I guess I could stay.

After all, you are the soft serve

-to my waffle cone. -(screams)

We gotta celebrate our reunion!

(upbeat music)

-(goats bleat)

-You know, you should throw more twin soirees.

-(tires screech) -I heard about the twin party.

Guess our invite got lost in the mail.

-Spare us, Scoots.

We know your "sister" Mopes isn't real.

(tires screech)

-What are you lookie-loos staring at?

-You never seen twins before?