Broken Handle[]
[The episode opens on Cuphead with a blindfold on his head.]
Cuphead: Prepare to have your face rearranged, pal. [He pulls the blindfold over his eyes.]
Mugman: You're messing with the wrong mug, buddy. [He also pulls his blindfold down.]
Cuphead: [holding up a pillow and fluffing it] Three...
Mugman: [fluffing his pillow] Two...
Cuphead: One, go!
[While yelling, the boys run past each other and swing their pillows wildly not hitting each other. Cuphead hits onto the couch several times while Mugman swings his pillow into open air.]
Mugman: Take this! And that! And some more...
[Meanwhile, Elder Kettle peacefully waters his garden not hearing a single thing including the lamp falling over from inside.]
Cuphead: [while slamming his pillow on the ground] Take that! Take that! Take that!
[Suddenly, a smash is heard.]
Both: Uh-oh.
Mugman: What was that?
[He and Cuphead put their pillows down and remove their blindfolds. Cuphead notices something on the back of Mugman's head.]
Cuphead: Ooh!
[Mugman turns...]
Mugman: What is it?
[...to show his handle has broken off! The broken handle is seen lying on the floor as Cuphead stares at it anxiously.]
Cuphead: [sweating profusely] Uh... Nothing, at all. Nothing. Why? What? Why?
[From Cuphead's sweating, Mugman knows something's up.]
Mugman: Oh, it's something.
[Mugman walks towards the mirror. Firstly, he checks his teeth which are just fine. Next, he checks his nose, which is in perfect condition. As Mugman wonders what it could be, he notices the missing handle on the back of his head. He slowly turns around to see the broken handle on the floor. After he touches the back of his head to not feel his handle, he starts to scream. While Mugman runs around screaming, Cuphead curiously picks up the handle.]
Cuphead: Hey, can you feel this?
[Cuphead pokes the handle, making Mugman stop in his tracks. He then tickles it, making Mugman laugh.]
Mugman: Hey! Give me that!
[He snatches back the handle and starts spluttering in fear. Cuphead slides over to help.]
Cuphead: Buddy, relax. We'll handle it.
[Mugman glares at Cuphead because of the bad pun.]
Cuphead: I mean, take care of it.
[Cuphead licks the handle, then twirls Mugman around. He sticks the handle on the back of Mugman's head.]
Cuphead: Easy as pie. See?
[Mugman swoons, delighted. Unfortunately, it doesn't last long, and the handle falls off, chipping more small porcelain fragments.]
[Mugman starts screaming but stops because of exhaustion.]
Mugman: Boy, that never gets easier.
Cuphead: Don't worry just yet.
[Cuphead gets out a roll of sellotape and tapes the handle to Mugman's head although he might've taped too much of Mugman's face. Cuphead steps back showing Mugman in a fixed position.]
Mugman: [muffled] How do I look?
Cuphead: Good as new.
[Unfortunately, the handle falls. Mugman screams again, with the tape still on his face. Cuphead ponders what to do. He gets an idea, then runs out of the house and returns with a honey-filled beehive. He waves a few bees away, then dips the handle into the honey and sticks it back on.]
Cuphead: And voilà!
Mugman: Thanks, Cuphead.
[As the boys shake hands, a liquid drips into Cuphead's head. The liquid is shown to be drool from a black bear. The bear looms over the boys and chases them around the room. It then beats them up offscreen. The bear walks out of the house with the beehive under its arm. The battered brothers lie on the floor in pain.]
Cuphead: If only there were some substance that could stick one item to another that didn't attract bears. Hmm...
[As Cuphead thinks, Mugman rolls onto his front and sobs. Cuphead notices and stands up.]
Cuphead: Hold on there, Mugsy. This ain't over till we say it's over.
Mugman: [looks up at Cuphead] It's over.
Cuphead: Aw! You're getting worked up over nothing.
Mugman: [getting angry] Oh, really? Why don't we snap off your handle too then? [He swipes at Cuphead.]
Cuphead: NO! [He realizes he is making a big deal out of it] I mean, no?
Mugman: [sighing] What if it never sticks back on? A mug without a handle is just a bowl! I'm a mug! I'm Mugman, not Bowlboy! I don't wanna be Bowlboy! [gets angry] I never shoulda let you talk me into this!
Cuphead: What?! You were the one begging for a blindfolded pillow fight.
Mugman: This is hardly the time to point fingers, Cuphead! [Ironically, he points his finger at Cuphead]
Cuphead: Well, don't get mad at me!
Mugman: Well, don't get mad at me!
Cuphead: I'm the one racking my brain trying to remember what glue is!
[He 'remembers'.]
Cuphead: Hey! That's right!
Both: Glue is glue!
[The boys go to the kitchen cabinet to get some glue.]
Cuphead: Here we go.
[Cuphead opens a drawer and finds a tube of glue, which is stuck to a mass of objects. He tries to pry it free.]
Cuphead: Oh, boy.
Mugman: [lying on the floor, downhearted] I'm never gonna fix my handle. Maybe I am Bowlboy.
Cuphead: [throws 'glue' away] Aw, this ain't nothing. [lifts Mugman up] We can just get some new glue from Porkrind's.
Mugman: [showing Cuphead his appearance] But I can't go out looking like this.
Cuphead: No one's even gonna notice.
[Elder Kettle sees Mugman and starts screaming. He dashes off. Mugman scowls at Cuphead, who laughs nervously and then sighs.]
Off to Porkrind's Shop[]
[Cut to Cuphead and Mugman walking to Porkrind's Emporium. Cuphead looks annoyed.]
Cuphead: Mugs, I get that you don't wanna be seen, but why do I gotta do stuff?
[The camera zooms out to show Mugman walking along the road in front of Cuphead, dressed as a bride, complete with lipstick and heeled slippers.]
Mugman: [lifting his veil] Just pipe down and scatter those flower petals.
[As he and Cuphead pass a bus stop, Cuphead skips in front of his brother and scatters flower petals. As the onlookers gush over Mugman, a gust of wind tears his dress, veil and fake eyelashes off.]
Citizen 1: BROKEN HANDLE!
Citizen 2: IT'S HIDEOUS!
[As the citizens scream and flee, Mugman sighs depressingly. Then it shows a bowl name Bowlboy is standing next to them smiling.]
Bowlboy: Well, I think he looks swell!
Mugman: (Angrily) Nobody asked you, Bowlboy!
[Mugman storms off, with Cuphead anxiously following behind.]
Bowlboy: (To the viewers) Gee, what's eatin' him?
Fun with handles[]
[Cut to Porkrind's Emporium. Inside the store, Porkrind sits at the counter, listening to the radio.]
Announcer: It's Frenchy's Dream and Granny's Whiskers! It's Frenchy's Dream! [Porkrind becomes interested] It's Granny's Whiskers! It's Frenchy's Dream... Oh, no! [Porkrind gets annoyed] Granny's Whiskers wins by a hair!
[He turns off the radio annoyingly.]
Porkrind: [mumbles annoyingly] Granny's Whiskers... [He hears the door opening.]
Cuphead: Knock-knock!
Mugman: [throwing the door wide open] PORKRIND! WE'VE GOT A PROBLEM!
[Mugman falls on Cuphead.]
Porkrind: Do you now?
[The boys walk closer to the counter.]
Cuphead: We need a tube of glue bad.
Mugman: Real bad.
Porkrind: Gonna be real expensive then.
Mugman: We'll pay anything, Porkrind!
[Porkrind becomes intrigued at the sound of that.]
Porkrind: Well, la-di-da. Somebody knows the magic words. So, what are we gluing?
[Mugman presents his broken handle. Porkrind gags.]
Mugman: Of course! He's disgusted by my disembodied handle.
Porkrind: [swallowing] Nah. I don't care about you or your handle. I just ate a rank fish sandwich.
[Cut to the rank fish sandwich. Cuphead and Mugman look at it with disgusted faces.]
Porkrind: Yep. Anyway, I'll sell you the glue. Be back in a jiff.
[He goes to the back of the store.]
Cuphead: You see, Mugman? Nothing to worry about. That handle will be back on in no time. [He eyes a pot lid] That is, if you even want it back. Maybe it's time for a little change.
Mugman: Change?
Cuphead: [tying an apron around his brother and seating him on a stool] Think about it! You could have any handle you want, Mugsy. [He spins him to a mirror.] How about this one? [He tries an ornate gold handle on Mugman.]
Mugman: Nah. Too fancy. [A wrench.] Too industrial. [Chattering teeth.] Uh, too "shticky." [A bicycle handle with a bell.] No. [A candlestick with a lit candle.] No. [A horseshoe.] No. [A horn.] Nah. [A magnet.] Nope. [A flush which drains Mugman's head.] Hmm... Nah. [A telephone reciever.] Nope. [A boomerang.] No. [A saxophone.] No. [A rattlesnake.] No! [A half-donut.] Maybe... No.
[As Cuphead eats the remaining half of the donut, Mugman hops off the chair and takes the apron off.]
Mugman: Listen, Cuphead, I don't want any of these other handles. I just wanna be me again.
Cuphead: Ah, yes. The old classic. We'll stick with the original.
Mugman: Right!
Porkrind: Wrong. I'm outta glue. I get the next shipment in three months.
[He turns on the radio and listens to the races]
Mugman: Three months?!
Elder Kettle's Childhood Story[]
[Later, Mugman trudges home and sulks on the couch.]
Cuphead: Aw, come on, Mugsy. Three months will go by like that. You can still go outside. People just need to get used to it.
Mugman: [peeking out from under a blanket] Really?
Cuphead: WAAAAAAAAAHHH!! [He falls off the couch] Sorry. I'm still getting used to it.
[Mugman frowns at him and pulls the blanket back over himself.]
Elder Kettle: [Offscreen] Uh, Mugman? Oh, there you are, boy. [He comes in the living room] Excuse us for a moment, Cuphead.
Cuphead: Of course. I'll leave you two alone.
[Elder Kettle lifts Cuphead by his handle and puts him to one side, then sits on the couch with Mugman.]
Elder Kettle: [Tenderly] Mugman, I'm sorry I screamed in horror at the mere sight of you, but it just took me by surprise. [Mugman peeks out from under the blanket at Elder Kettle. Only his eyes and his nose are visible.] Oh, but gosh, you boys are just growing up so fast. Your bodies are going through changes. [Surprised, Mugman peeks further out.] (Chuckles) I should've known. It's about time your baby handles fell off.
[Mugman, who is now even more surprised jumps off the couch.]
Mugman: Baby handle?
Cuphead: [from behind the couch for eavesdropping] Baby handle?!
Elder Kettle: Why, yes. Your baby handles. (Chuckles) I still remember the day I lost my baby handle. Back when I was but a wee little kettle. [In a flashback, a young Kettle brushes his tooth.] I was in the middle of brushing my tiny little toothie, when to my surprise, it happened. [The young Kettle's handle breaks off.] Darn it, if my baby handle didn't just pop right off! Like all good boys, I knew that when your baby handle falls off, why, that means you're getting a visit from the Handle Fairy! So, I put my baby handle under my pillow and waited. [At night, the young Kettle lies in bed. A bright light shines through a window and a fairy flies in. Later, a smiling sun shines out the window and crows like a rooster. Kettle finds the handle missing from under his pillow.] In the morning, I ran over to my bedroom mirror, and there it was. My shiny, new... (gruff voice) man handle. [He eyes his longer new handle and beams. In the present, Elder Kettle finishes his story, standing in the middle of the room in the same pose in the story.] Ah, youth.
Mugman: [Running around the room thrilled] Woohoo! Boy! Hear that, Cuphead? I'm getting a man handle!
Cuphead: [Jealous] Hey! I want a man handle!
[He breaks his handle against a wall. While Mugman and Kettle watch awkwardly.]
Elder Kettle: Well, I guess that saves the Handle Fairy a trip.
[They all laugh.]
Brand New "Man Handles"[]
[Later, the boys stash their handles under their pillows and go to sleep. Night passes, and morning breaks. Now sporting handles, the boys run downstairs, yelling excitedly.]
Both: Elder Kettle! Elder Kettle!
[Elder Kettle stands in front of a broom closet, where a fairy costume is seen on a coat hanger.]
Elder Kettle: Oh, uh...
Mugman: The Handle Fairy came!
Cuphead: Get a load of these man handles! [The boys turn around to show thier grandfather thier new handles]
[As Elder Kettle faces the boys, he's seen holding a tube of glue behind his back.]
Elder Kettle: [Tossing the glue into the closet and shutting the door] Oh! Looks like he... Uh, I mean, she did a great job. [Chuckling, Elder Kettle walks out of the room knowing that his job is done.]
Mugman: To our man handles!
Both: Cheers! [They toast with their heads, which shatter. Iris out to their shatter heads on the floor.]