Police bodycam audio transcripts of that night have Mr. Chedda shouting multiple slurs through impaired speech after failing a breathalyzer test, shortly after crashing into a local pizzeria and nearly injuring a family of 4. Mr. Chedda and his business associates declined to comment, though onlookers say he we erratic and combative when asked to do his iconic "chedda sweater" dance. The family is considering pursuing legal action. This is the most recent event in a string of lawsuits over the last year and a half, with many wondering if the lovable goofball will ever recover from this recent fall from grace. Follow our newsletter to stay up to date on this story and others like it
Later that day Mr.Chedda was found dead lying on the floor after he had one too many cheesecakes that he slipped into a rat trap completely decapitating his head as it flew off to one of his aquaintances laps as they all screamed in terror upon the horrific events that unfold. That day would forever be cemented through the anals of time as the infamous Chuck Entertainment Cheese incident as a grim reminder to maybe tone down the gouda time for the sake of entertainment or find thy head will be chucked in a cheesecake factory
Sadly after going into the cheese cake factory he slipped on water and died. Condolences to Mr Chedda’s wife that he was cheating on and his 700 child. Mr Chedda and his wacky catch phases will be missed. 😔
One of the remaining survivors of the incident had finally confessed. From the security tapes at 22:25 in the Cheesecake Factory, Mr. Chedda was seen approaching the group of 5. From 22:26 to 00:26 the security tapes malfunctioned. When the security tapes finally turned back on, Mr. Chedda appeared to be on the floor, in a pool of blood. Two of the ladies were next to Mr. Chedda, with Swiss cheese shaped holes scattered across their body. At 00:44, one of the ladies' phones called 911. After the group of 26 armed police finally arrived at the Cheesecake Factory at 00:58, one of the ladies ran to one of the police cars. The remaining two ladies were nowhere to be seen inside or out of the Cheesecake Factory.
That, of course, was a clip of the iconic Mr. Chedda, the charming, besuited mouse celebrity who for many years had made nightly appearances on the quirky animal-interest talk show, "Here Comes Mr. Chedda!" A man-if mouse he may be called-of the people, he drove a colorful minibus around town, picking up an eclectic assortment of women for evening engagements. Mr. Chedda stood as tall as a sparrow (impressive for a mouse), with a voice that was both squeaky and matchlessly articulate. His witty quips and worldly opinions unfailingly brought the audience-and his guests-to tears of laughter. He was a rurban (rural-urban) rodent with a triple-threat entertainment arsenal combining comedy, drama, and music. His oddly human-like qualities coupled with an impeccable fashion sense conferred a spectacle seldom seen. However, while his miniature suits and lovable antics were relished by many, there was a slice of the population that found Mr. Chedda's humanizing presentation to be problematic. The American Mouse Rights Association (AMRA), a vigorous advocate for rodent rights, spearheaded the opposition. They argued that whilst Mr. Chedda remained an entertaining figure, his anthropomorphic portrayal could have negative connotations for the overall portrayal of rodent species. They claimed that the show was exploiting Mr. Chedda, criticizing his tailored suits and automobile journeys as cruel perversions of a mouse's natural ways of life. Despite controversy, nobody could deny the sheer charisma that belonged to Mr. Chedda. His easy style, laid-back humor, and the upmost respect he showed his passengers brought him favor with many audiences. Dressed in his signature checkered suit and wire-rimmed spectacles, navigating the city's labyrinthine streets, Mr. Chedda was indeed a sight to behold. Nowadays, the once effervescent rodent resides in the picturesque Salted Brie district, a posh enclave in the beautiful French countryside. Long since retired from his former comedic frolics, Mr. Chedda now goes by his original, stately name, Menchego Parmalat, insisting on seriousness and contemplation above frivolity. Visits to his secluded château, shaped fittingly as a block of Swiss cheese, reveal an older but not wiser sage, a man-mouse who has grown reflective and cerebral. His voice, formerly peppered with giggles and puns, now bears a sober, cheddar-sharp edge. The panache he once displayed driving his minibus has shifted to a quiet authority, reflecting his new persona. When asked about his sudden transformation, Mr. Parmalat replied with a profound air of gravity. "Humour, my dear, is a slice of cheese. Eaten too often, it loses its taste," he mused. "I served the society with laughs, but as I matured, so did my palate. I realized there is a different flavour of life I had yet to explore." As we walked through his peaceful garden, fragrant with the bloom of Roquefort roses, our conversation turned towards his current endeavors. His life now is filled with writing symphonies, coaching young mice in public speaking, and perfecting the art of cheese tasting. Though a major shift from his old, bustling life, he seems thoroughly content in his tranquil pastimes. When asked what advice he’d give to his many fans and followers, Parmalat took a moment, absentmindedly stroking his whiskers before responding, his voice imbued with an almost poetic tenderness. "Life," he said quietly, "is like a wheel of cheese. You can slice it from any side, shave it, melt it, or taste it as it is. Remember, each of these experiences is equally precious, equally important. So relish each moment, every sliver of time. Because eventually, we all slice into the rind." As we ended our interview, watching the sun set over the French countryside, his words held a profound weight. Mr. Chedda, or rather, Menchego Parmalat, had transitioned from a symbol of laughter and joy to a figure of wisdom and serenity. And despite the critics, his place in the public eye remained as indelible as the wheel of cheese he so fervently compared life to. Watching him retire to his château, there was an undeniable sense of respect towards the journey of this soft-spoken celebrity. From high-speed jaunts in his minibus to the quiet rustle of Roquefort roses in his garden, Mr. Parmalat offered us an unexpectedly profound lesson: the importance of embracing change, in its multiple forms and flavors, as we navigate the course of our lives. Are you ready to have a gouda time? I sure know that Mr. Parmalat is having one right now in his well earned retirement.
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I can’t imagine him with anything other than a heavy Brooklyn accent
I always imagined Mr Chedda would sound like Joe Pesci
I imagine him with the old Danny Devito voice
@@jankriz5544i second this
i wanna see someone use an ai voice of tony soprano in one of these vids
"Where were you taking him?"
*Y A M U T H A ' S H O U S E*
It looks like the end of a nickelodeon series
@@ChirpyCrispfr😂
The pitch of your voice reached nearly beyond what i can hear lmao
Also theyre called Xeets now
Are you a dog by any chance
@@CatNigga I get this a lot
wh
whats the dog joke
im worried
@@CatNigga are you a cat or a
My lawyer has advised me not to finish this question
@@notfunny3397 yes
Not at all how I pictured his voice but such a good choice to make him sound like an actual mouse lmao
Normally i would devour any small rodents i come across but Mr. Chedda is just so nice i mean look at him ❤
what?
@@Demoli1584 bogos binted
are you a cat
Police bodycam audio transcripts of that night have Mr. Chedda shouting multiple slurs through impaired speech after failing a breathalyzer test, shortly after crashing into a local pizzeria and nearly injuring a family of 4. Mr. Chedda and his business associates declined to comment, though onlookers say he we erratic and combative when asked to do his iconic "chedda sweater" dance. The family is considering pursuing legal action.
This is the most recent event in a string of lawsuits over the last year and a half, with many wondering if the lovable goofball will ever recover from this recent fall from grace. Follow our newsletter to stay up to date on this story and others like it
The guy was an absolute terror; a real Münster man.
💀💀
He just hasn't been the same since his wife passed... I want to believe Mr. Chedda can recover but at this point I'm not sure he deserves to.
I heard a story he once choked a prostitute until she was bleu, but I camembert that well… I’ll try to think caerphilly about it and get back to you.
HE CANT KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH IT
Classic Mr. Chedda!
Later that day Mr.Chedda was found dead lying on the floor after he had one too many cheesecakes that he slipped into a rat trap completely decapitating his head as it flew off to one of his aquaintances laps as they all screamed in terror upon the horrific events that unfold. That day would forever be cemented through the anals of time as the infamous Chuck Entertainment Cheese incident as a grim reminder to maybe tone down the gouda time for the sake of entertainment or find thy head will be chucked in a cheesecake factory
Haha.. anals..
This is not Real
I was imagining a godfather voice and then got hit in the face with this voice like a bag of damp towels
I don’t why but I’d imagine Mr.Chedda as a really nice yet very intimidating restaurant manager voiced by Tony Soprano.
So this is Stuart Little's rich uncle right
Girl on the left at 0:04 looks the like the one who did the uncool drugs in breaking bad
One of the comments of all time
Pretty grate video
I would add some more interesting puns not in the video but I don't have the creativity for that
another hit from pinkie ratigan
Sadly after going into the cheese cake factory he slipped on water and died. Condolences to Mr Chedda’s wife that he was cheating on and his 700 child. Mr Chedda and his wacky catch phases will be missed. 😔
Very cheesed to see you do Mr Chedda
I was thinking he would have an Italian accent
One of the remaining survivors of the incident had finally confessed.
From the security tapes at 22:25 in the Cheesecake Factory, Mr. Chedda was seen approaching the group of 5. From 22:26 to 00:26 the security tapes malfunctioned. When the security tapes finally turned back on, Mr. Chedda appeared to be on the floor, in a pool of blood. Two of the ladies were next to Mr. Chedda, with Swiss cheese shaped holes scattered across their body. At 00:44, one of the ladies' phones called 911. After the group of 26 armed police finally arrived at the Cheesecake Factory at 00:58, one of the ladies ran to one of the police cars. The remaining two ladies were nowhere to be seen inside or out of the Cheesecake Factory.
😮😮😮😢😢😢😮😮😢😢😢👎👎👎😭😭😪
This is fake There is no way This would happen To Mr. Chedda Im shaking And Crying Rn
My apolocheese
As always your videos are poggers
I lost hard at grate
This meme had so much potential. It's honestly really sad to me that it died after like the first four days.
This looks like one of those random internet clips that they show on iCarly.
Wrong voice, make him sould like the sopranos
Why are those cute girls in the back of that SUV???
mice
Way better then Oppenheimer or end game truly a Cinematic masterpiece
mr chedda is my idol and he always will be
Awww 🥺
Vote for Mr. Cheddar to conguer Mouse World and he will make second Nickelodeon series
Yes mr Chedda
Aww, what a cutie! I’d imagine that voice would become annoying after a while, though.
Put me in mr chedda’s class RIGHT NOW
im in love with you
Ain't no way mr chedda has more rizz than me
Why does the girl on left look like jane from breaking bad
OST by Biggie Cheese was the best part of the show
Mr cheddar was beheaded the next day by cat extremists
Here at 22,994 views.
This is a dead meme already 🗑
Bro’s got rizz
Let's goo bitches!!
steven squeak 💀
foget about it
Mr chedda spotted on epstein islan
bruhhh
i thought he would have a heavy brooklyn accent with a slight squeak
i love mr cheeda
It sounds like Puar from Dragon Ball
unfortunately Big Cheeser was never the same after the success of here comes mr chedda and got started down a dark path
He’s a New York rat that got bigger than the rest
Truly an inspiring story
Boys, hide your ladies cuz here comes da big Chedda!
me chedda sounds like if a mouse was an italian mafia boss
This one is such a good version of it
We should all be Mr. Cheddar
😂🔥🔥😂😂😂😂🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥😂🔥🔥🔥😭😭😭🔥🔥
as much as i like this, alinanonymous's impression fits Mr. Chedda much better.
nah
In crystalavenger we trust🙏
That was cute
That, of course, was a clip of the iconic Mr. Chedda, the charming, besuited mouse celebrity who for many years had made nightly appearances on the quirky animal-interest talk show, "Here Comes Mr. Chedda!" A man-if mouse he may be called-of the people, he drove a colorful minibus around town, picking up an eclectic assortment of women for evening engagements. Mr. Chedda stood as tall as a sparrow (impressive for a mouse), with a voice that was both squeaky and matchlessly articulate. His witty quips and worldly opinions unfailingly brought the audience-and his guests-to tears of laughter. He was a rurban (rural-urban) rodent with a triple-threat entertainment arsenal combining comedy, drama, and music. His oddly human-like qualities coupled with an impeccable fashion sense conferred a spectacle seldom seen.
However, while his miniature suits and lovable antics were relished by many, there was a slice of the population that found Mr. Chedda's humanizing presentation to be problematic. The American Mouse Rights Association (AMRA), a vigorous advocate for rodent rights, spearheaded the opposition. They argued that whilst Mr. Chedda remained an entertaining figure, his anthropomorphic portrayal could have negative connotations for the overall portrayal of rodent species. They claimed that the show was exploiting Mr. Chedda, criticizing his tailored suits and automobile journeys as cruel perversions of a mouse's natural ways of life.
Despite controversy, nobody could deny the sheer charisma that belonged to Mr. Chedda. His easy style, laid-back humor, and the upmost respect he showed his passengers brought him favor with many audiences. Dressed in his signature checkered suit and wire-rimmed spectacles, navigating the city's labyrinthine streets, Mr. Chedda was indeed a sight to behold.
Nowadays, the once effervescent rodent resides in the picturesque Salted Brie district, a posh enclave in the beautiful French countryside. Long since retired from his former comedic frolics, Mr. Chedda now goes by his original, stately name, Menchego Parmalat, insisting on seriousness and contemplation above frivolity.
Visits to his secluded château, shaped fittingly as a block of Swiss cheese, reveal an older but not wiser sage, a man-mouse who has grown reflective and cerebral. His voice, formerly peppered with giggles and puns, now bears a sober, cheddar-sharp edge. The panache he once displayed driving his minibus has shifted to a quiet authority, reflecting his new persona. When asked about his sudden transformation, Mr. Parmalat replied with a profound air of gravity. "Humour, my dear, is a slice of cheese. Eaten too often, it loses its taste," he mused. "I served the society with laughs, but as I matured, so did my palate. I realized there is a different flavour of life I had yet to explore."
As we walked through his peaceful garden, fragrant with the bloom of Roquefort roses, our conversation turned towards his current endeavors. His life now is filled with writing symphonies, coaching young mice in public speaking, and perfecting the art of cheese tasting. Though a major shift from his old, bustling life, he seems thoroughly content in his tranquil pastimes.
When asked what advice he’d give to his many fans and followers, Parmalat took a moment, absentmindedly stroking his whiskers before responding, his voice imbued with an almost poetic tenderness.
"Life," he said quietly, "is like a wheel of cheese. You can slice it from any side, shave it, melt it, or taste it as it is. Remember, each of these experiences is equally precious, equally important. So relish each moment, every sliver of time. Because eventually, we all slice into the rind."
As we ended our interview, watching the sun set over the French countryside, his words held a profound weight. Mr. Chedda, or rather, Menchego Parmalat, had transitioned from a symbol of laughter and joy to a figure of wisdom and serenity. And despite the critics, his place in the public eye remained as indelible as the wheel of cheese he so fervently compared life to. Watching him retire to his château, there was an undeniable sense of respect towards the journey of this soft-spoken celebrity. From high-speed jaunts in his minibus to the quiet rustle of Roquefort roses in his garden, Mr. Parmalat offered us an unexpectedly profound lesson: the importance of embracing change, in its multiple forms and flavors, as we navigate the course of our lives. Are you ready to have a gouda time? I sure know that Mr. Parmalat is having one right now in his well earned retirement.
That was so cheesy!
I expected a New York accent
Either he has the Godfather voice or don't even try it
nah this one is better