Courtney’s brother was a brat Peg. Cause he put mustard on his own sister’s pancakes. When you put mustard on your pancakes, you would feel like barf. That’s gross! She also played a joke on him saying that they taste good. Not because she wanted to please him, it’s because she wanted to teach him a lesson.

He had no choice. He had to put the mustard on his pancakes. It tastes so bad to him he grabbed his throat and fell over. And you know what? He never played a trick on me again. The end

He had no choice. He had to put the mustard on his pancakes. It tastes so bad to him he grabbed his throat and fell over. And you know what? He never played a trick on me again. The end.

Shut up Lois. I’m telling the story. He thought that I wouldn’t notice, because the mustard and the syrup containers looked pretty much the same. So I would put mustard on my pancakes. And I would take a bite, and I would go, “Ahhhhh!”

On Sunday mornings in my house, we eat pancakes. We put sweet things on them, like honey or syrup. My brother snuck over to the table. He went over to the syrup and switched it with something else. And did you know what it was? Mustard.

Shut up Lois. I’m telling the story. He thought that I wouldn’t notice, because the mustard and the syrup containers looked pretty much the same. So I would mustard on my pancakes. And I would take a bite, and I would go, “Ahhhhh!”

And I thought to myself, “How would he feel if I played tricks on him?” So for the first time in my life, I decided to play a trick on my brother. I covered my pancakes with mustard. I took a huge bite.

No Diane, her name’s not Rita Moreno. Her name is Rita Moreno, that’s just stupid how you put emphasis on the “E”? Me? You’re the one who’s putting the emphasis on the “E”? Her name is pronounced Rita Moreno.

For putting Ketchup on a bratwurst I hearby sentence you to life In a federal pound me in the ass prison.

Vivian, you know what? I don’t need this! Screw you, screw the hippie, screw the redhead, screw the one with 6 kids, and the lazy couch potato… You learned nothing from watching Mustard Pancakes!

LADY AND THE TRAMP PROTECTING MY INVESTMENTS IS WHAT I PAY THIS FELLOW FOR

LADY AND THE TRAMP PROTECTING MY INVESTMENTS IS WHAT I PAY THIS FELLOW FOR

I'm not calling you out because of your character traits, I'm calling the show out! It's so lazy and unimaginative and it does nothing but bore me to sleep! Listen to me Lois. If you think Mustard Pancakes is boring and puts you to sleep, then why did you want to be in the band?

Yes, because Courtney’s stories on Mustard Pancakes are supposed to teach your kids to live a better life, not turn into a bad person like you and Al. Hey! How dare you call me bad! When I get my hands on you, I'll... call me Wrecking Ball cause that bitch is coming down!

I’m not calling you out, I’m calling that show out! It was so lazy and unimaginative and it did nothing but bore me to sleep! Then if you thought Mustard Pancakes was boring, how come you are in the band?

It made him look like he built a fort there, when he really didn’t. Luckily, he didn’t put mustard in the syrup jar and put it on our pancakes, cause in real life, that would be gross. Yeah. But your booger prank made him stop, and that’s all that matters.