Secret of Cartoons: Chowder Lost Episode

Secret of Cartoons: Chowder Lost Episode - Dead Mung

My cousin used to work at Cartoon Network. He used to produce episodes of such shows as Chowder, The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack, and others. One day, he had an idea for an episode of Chowder, entitled 'Dead Mung'. He gave me the script and tape he made of 'Dead Mung'.

The original intro appeared as normal. Then the screen came up saying 'Dead Mung'. Nothing special, just text. Then it showed Chowder cooking something in the kitchen. As usual, he keeps messing up. Getting more frustrated each time he fucked up. At this time, Mung entered the kitchen. Smoke filled the air, because

Chowder burned whatever he was making (I couldn't make it out).

Mung, angry, started yelling at Chowder. 'YOU SON OF A BITCH! WHAT THE FUCK ARE TRYING TO DO HERE? KILL ME! I LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY!' At that moment, Chowder shoved Mung into the oven. Mung was gasping for air, the said one last thing, 'WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE?'

Chowder answered with, 'Schnitzel.' Mung burned up in the oven. Chowder put him out of the oven and let him cool.

Then, after cooling, Chowder pulls out a butcher knife from his back pocket and rips out all of the intestines and organs. Someone, a customer, came in at that moment, and saw Chowder pull out the innards of Mung. Chowder throws the butcher knife, hitting the customer in the eyeball, skewering it. Chowder skinned Mung, and threw it out. He began eating Mung, with a demonic, twisted face.

Truffles appeared and joined into the feast. Chowder finished Mung and threw the bones away. Truffles then exited the room. Chowder stared at the camera with that demonic twisted look on his face. The screen goes black. Text appeared in a plain font saying, 'The End'.

I asked my cousin why he made this horrible cartoon. He never answered.

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