The Great Beanotown Bake-Off Dennis & Gnasher Unleashed!

# Dennis! Gnasher!

# Dennis! Gnasher!

# Dennis! Gnasher!

# Dennis! Gnasher!

# Dennis! Gnasher!

# Dennis! Gnasher!

# Dennis! Gnasher!

# Unleashed! #

Oh!

Mmm!

-Hi, Pie-Face.

-Hey, you, come back with those sizzling sausages.

You've really got to stop stealing sausages, Gnasher.

Oh, hi, Dennis, hi, Gnasher.

Who's the gran with a flan?

That's Cherry Bakewell, my all-time baking hero.

Oh, yeah, off Cake Off, that baking show.

She's come to Beanotown this afternoon to judge the

Beanotown Pie Bake. Paul's so excited he couldn't sleep.

She's making the winner

a double-decker fruitalicious cruncher.

The ultimate pie. I can't wait to taste it.

You have to win first.

Do you really think Cherry Bakewell would even bother to taste

something that you've cooked?

Cherry, so stern and compromising.

Pies to die for.

And what makes you think you'll win, Walter?

Oh, it just so happens that Papa p-paid for me

to have professional pie training from 18 top chefs.

I've got this one in the bag. The piping bag.

HE LAUGHS

Culinary joke.

Yeah, well, no-one knows more about pies than Pie-Face.

He's baked a bazillion pies, haven't you?

Mmm? Nope.

But you've baked a few, right?

HE SMIRKS

No!

So you've never actually baked a single pie

-and you're planning on winning a pie contest?

-Erm, yeah.

That pie is going to taste

so much better knowing that you won't get to sample a single crumb.

Bye!

Oh! We'll get you that pie, Pie-Face, and show Walter

who's king of the pies.

Pie.

Pie-tanic by Cherry Bakewell.

Preheat oven to 200 degrees.

Pah! I do not do instructions.

What did the cookie say when it got run over?

I don't know, what did the cookie say when it got run over?

Crumbs.

Don't worry, Pie-Face, I've got this. The perfect apple pie.

Cooking is basically a series of chemical reactions.

In an apple pie, the sugar molecules are in bonded coils.

As the heat is supplied, the bonds break and the coils start to unwind.

Huh?

NAN CO 3 plus H positive transforms into NA positive

plus H2O plus CO2.

The solution to the perfect pie.

SNORING

-Guys!

-Cook me a grape! Awesome.

So, how long does this science pie take to cook?

-I give it about one or two tops.

-Hours?

-Days.

-There's a two hour time limit.

-Er, there might be a problem.

You're going about this all wrong, Rubes.

Cooking isn't about science, it's got to come from the heart.

-What's in there?

-Just a few of my favourite things.

Berries, sausages, custard, sprouts.

Er, JJ, I'm not sure those things really work well together.

A pie's a pie, right? And right now, Pie-Face needs a pie.

MUSIC PLAYS

OVEN PINGS

There we go. Straight from the heart.

THEY SNIFF

-ALL:

-Urgh!

Where are the other bakers?

Didn't I mention?

My father, the Mayor, had to disqualify

-all the other contestants.

-How come?

Oh, you know, invalid pastry licence, driving whilst under

the influence of baking powder, unauthorised soggy bottom.

So why hasn't Pie-Face been disqualified?

Do you really think that potato-brained imbecile can beat me?

Oh, Ruby, I thought you were supposed to be the clever one.

He'll beat you, Walter, just you wait.

He won't and victory will be so much sweeter knowing that you've lost.

Losers!

HE LAUGHS

HE EXHALES

He isn't getting away with this.

We have to win, Pie-Face, no matter what.

And finally, it's me and finally reporting live from Beanotown's

own Bake Off.

Baking is now well underway as we await the arrival of the one

and only Cherry Bakewell.

Check out Walter.

He's making Cherry Bakewell out of pastry.

This isn't going to work.

Walter's just too good.

If Pie-Face is going to win, then we're going to have to do

-something desperate.

-Like what?

Like sabotage.

-Cheating?

-I couldn't.

I would never be able to look Paul in the eye again.

No, no, no, not cheating, just increasing our chances.

Making a Bakewell, making a big Cherry Bakewell.

Besides, we can't let that guffberry win.

Dennis, is this about Pie-Face getting to eat

an amaze-beans pie or you beating Walter?

The...pie, obvs.

HE SINGS

I think a small amount of this turbo-charged baking powder

to the pastry should make some interesting effects.

Or maybe a bit of this popping candy.

But not both. Definitely not both.

That would be disastrous.

Mission pie rats of Beanotown is on.

Argh! If you're trying to distract me, it won't work.

There is no way your pathetic potato patron of a pal will

ever beat me.

We're not here to distract you, Walter.

I just wanted to get your autograph before you become a famous baker.

Sounds like a trick.

Seriously, Walter, even Dennis knows you're going to win.

He's totally got it.

Well, in that case...

-Thanks, Walter.

-Oh, we'll treasure it always.

You've made the right choice.

That pathetic excuse for a baker couldn't tell one

end of a rolling pin from the other.

Am I right?

Popping candy and baking powder to the max.

Go for it, Gnasher.

HE BARKS

Argh! Get away from me, you mangy mutt.

-Yes!

-Dennis, get this vicious mongrel away from me.

Purebred Abyssinian wire-haired tripe hound, I thank you.

Good work, boy. Now, let's split.

ALARM RINGS

Cherry's pie in the bag.

What did you go for?

Baking powder or popping candy?

-Both.

-Both?

Prepare your pies, Cherry will be arriving any moment.

ALARM RINGS

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC BUILDS

-Argh! Argh!

-Argh!

And finally, it's me and finally reporting from Bash Street School

where a popping pie prematurely ended the Beanotown Pie Bake.

Sergeant Slipper, what does this mean for the contest?

Unfortunately, Ms Bakewell feels that a popping candy pie is

not in keeping with our extreme baking standards

-and is refusing to attend.

-Oh, she's not coming? Oh!

She's not coming?

-Paul is going to be so upset.

-I'm sorry, mate.

Maybe we got a little carried away.

I'll fix this, I promise...somehow. Come on, Gnasher.

ROCK MUSIC

HE YAWNS

GNASHER SNORES

ALARM RINGS

GNASHER BARKS

Ta-da!

Pie!

The double-decker fruitalicious cruncher?

You actually read the recipe and followed all the instructions.

Nothing's too much trouble for a mate.

Look, Paul, the ultimate pie.

And Dennis made it.

Eurgh!

LAUGHTER

It's horrible.