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Goat! Goat! Banana!

Cricket! It's a banana cricket!

Oh, I can't believe it! One last piece and we're done with our bajillion piece

jigsaw puzzle!

Goat, will you do the honors?

have a good explanation for this.

I do.

My idol, Pea Pickles Pickleman, hid three golden tickets inside pickles. If

find one, I get to go on a special once -in -a -lifetime tour of the super

secret parts of the Pickle Mart factory.

I just gotta see it.

That is a wonderful reason. I am so glad you ruined the jigsaw puzzle we

worked on for 72 years.

I know, right?

Now, get out of my way. I need to find that golden pickle ticket.

I ate 200

million thousand pickles and I didn't find one ticket.

I just, I don't think there are any tickets.

Our top story, one of the three golden tickets has been found.

By this local girl, Eve Gruntfest.

So amazing.

Right. Now, please, leave me alone with my thoughts.

Wow, what a piece of work.

Who will be the lucky duckies to find the other golden ticky wickies?

Will it be you?

Me?

No, that walking ham over there on the other side of the truck hole.

Hey!

What's this shiny piece of paper doing in my green banana?

Whirlybird Hamshank, you just won the second ticket. How do you feel?

I feel a lot of many things.

Pleasure, anger, synchronicity, but mostly platypus.

Yeah!

There's only one ticket left.

I've got to find it. But where?

Where?

Better pickles?

That's not my favorite, but I'll eat it anyway!

A golden retriever? Okay, that's not a ticket.

I did it! I found the last ticket!

I'm going on the Super Speaker Pickle Factory Tour!

I'm the scariest man in the shadow!

Who are you?

The name's D.

Dilly Dillyman. I'm P. Pickle Pickleman's chief rival.

How would you like all the pickles you can eat for the rest of your life?

Pickles for the rest of my life?

Jimmy! No!

First, you have to get me P. Pickle Pickleman's secret pickle recipe.

What? You want me to take P. Picka Pucka Picka Peppers?

Hmm. Lucky pickle ticket winners, the super secret pickle mop tour is about to

begin. We'll now get into the magic elevator and descend into the factory,

is 20 ,000 miles below the Earth's crust.

Lake, I don't see any magic elevators around.

Oh, really?

How about now?

Going down!

Behold, ladies and greaties! All your pickle dreams are about to come true!

Slack -tory quack -tory! Open the factory!

Wow!

You must feel so lucky to work at the Magic Secret Awesome Pickle Factory.

So magical.

Wasn't that amazing?

Now, what do you want to see next?

Our payroll department or our human resources annex?

Both are thrilling.

How about you show us where you keep your secret pickle recipe?

Oh, yeah. I'm a fool for recipes.

Sure. I keep it right here.

I might be able to, like, hold one of those secret recipes and stuff.

Sure. Have fun with it.

Pardon me.

Uncle Pickles has to make a pit stop.

I'm going to give it to that weird dude, and he'll give me that armada of jet

skis I wanted.

Oh, no, you don't. He'll give me a ram's horn full of cookie butter if I give it

to him.

Yoink.

The recipe is mine.

What happened?

YO!

recipe, and you'll get your lifetime supply of pickles.

A lifetime supply?

Too bad, D -Dumpy Doberman. You're not getting the secret recipe. I

would never betray my hero, P -Pickles Pickleman.

What?

Good job, Big.

I knew you wouldn't betray me.

Huh?

You were D. Dippy Doodleman all along?

That's right, Pig.

I was testing you to see if you were worthy to take over my entire pickle

operation. And you are.

Whoopity -doo -dang. I'm the new boss hog of the pickle mart.

Hold it right there.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Two P.

Pookie Pucklemans?

No, Pig.

There's only one P. Pickles Pickleman. Me.

The one you've been talking to there is my clinically insane sister, P.

Paulie Pickleman.

Hiya. Martians are eating my socks.

So then I'm not the new boss of the Pickle Mart factory.

I'm so sorry, but how would you like two pickles up your nose and your very own

hairnet?

Would I?

one most amazing ranger in the entire forest. We'll find our way back.

Who are you talking about?

Me, you tweety twerpy turkeys.

No, please don't kill me. Looks like this is the end of

the B -Man.

Oh, and you guys too.

Banana, don't you recognize me?

Huh?

It's me, Lost Larry.

Lost who?

Larry. Don't you remember?

We were junior rangers together 30 years ago.

I went to camp?

Yeah. Check out this really awesome flashback.

Okay, kids. Today you earned your level three junior ranger badges.

Buddy up for a hike.

Hey, Banana, will you be my buddy?

With you? Uh, not really. But I will if you let me play with that sweet brand

-new video game.

Uh... Okay.

Thanks, Lonnie. You are one righteous dude.

It's Larry.

Ha -ha! I did it! I tickled the galaxy clown's blonde's arm!

I've been lost out here in the woods for 30 years, and I never got my Level 3

Junior Ranger badge because of you!

Huh?

Hold it right there, sweet chicks.

You and those whiny wet rubies are gonna pay.

Wait, wait, wait. You want your Level 3 Junior Rangers badge?

Banana. Stick with me. You can earn it.

Explain. By completing these camp activities.

Uh, okay.

What?

Guys, for the first time, I don't want to be known as Lost Larry anymore.

I shall be known as Loved Larry.

Okay. Well, here's your level three badge.

That's no badge. That's a dead squirrel.

Dead? Nah, he's just sick.

Hiya, Larry.

Nice to meet you.

You've messed with me before.

You're not going to mess with me again.

Prepare to stop living.

Oh, wait, wait. Lonnie, look.

My video game controller.

I can't believe it. I missed you so much.

Oh, I almost forgot.

I have a special new app for your game controller.

A new app? What kind of new app?

Thanks, Banana.

That takes care of Crazy Lonnie. But we're still lost.

No, we aren't. The number one most amazing ranger found our way back home.

Who are you goofy turkeys talking about?

You.

What do you know?

I mean, I mean, simple to do.

Dr. Eggplant Face finally puts me on the cover of Genius Gazette.

He'll be here any moment. Everything has to be perfect.

Perfect!

Don't worry, Cricket. Everything's going to be great.

Oh, you guys are the best. Nothing in the entire world could possibly go

Nothing.

That must be Dr. Eggplant Face now.

Greetings, Dr.

What?

It's me, little brother, Jimmy Ron.

I told you I'd be escaping from jail around this time.

Cricket, who is that amazing person?

Oh, that mustache and stained vest. He's got it all.

Who is he?

Jimmy Ron Cricket, my big brother.

Your brother?

Hey, remember when you were a kid and I used to give you them armpit swirlies?

I hate armpit swirlies. Cricket, don't be so mean to your big brother.

Um, for your information, my big brother just escaped from the Boopalite

Correctional Institute.

Boopalite Correctional Institute?

That's my favorite correctional institute.

Oh, I bet you've got some amazing prison stories.

Oh. Sit down.

I'll tell you about the time I carved a piece of soap into a jet pack and

escaped prison for the 19th time to see my woman.

Well, you're spoken for.

Not anymore.

No, no, no, no, no, no. Get out of here. I'm about to have the most important

dinner of my life, and you are not going to mess it up.

That's Dr. Eggplantface now.

Okay, you can stay in the closet.

Coming.

Dr.

Eggplantface. How dare you keep me waiting on the front porch like some

front porch freak.

Now, where's my dinner?

Dinner is served.

Crickets. Who is this grotesque goof?

And what is he doing with my din -din?

You want dinner, purple balloon head man?

How about a help and a deep fried noogie?

No!

Stop!

I'm so sorry!

Why? That was the most scientifically accurate and delicious noogie I've ever

had.

I hereby award you the Nobel Prize for Deliciousness in the Noogie Sciences.

Congratulations!

But that's outrageous!

Deep -fried noogies are not science!

Of course it's science.

It's the science of noogie -ology.

That's not even a word!

Bah! Keep it up and you'll never be on the cover of the Genius Gazette.

Deep fried nuggies, they give me the uggie buggies.

Rub a deep fried nuggy on my head.

It feels like my brain is riding on a sled.

Genius. Jimmy Ron thinks he can steal my friends and be the genius?

Well, he's got another thing. Hello, police? My brother, the escaped convict,

in my house. You're reporting your own brother?

That's really low.

He's ruining my life!

Your own brother.

Okay, we'll be right there.

I hope I'm doing the right thing.

Thanks for the free concert, Cricket's amazingly fun and exciting brother.

We all have to go to the bathroom now.

Uh, which one of you is Jimmy Ron?

Uh... He is.

But it's him, not me!

You're coming with us!

You got the...

Hi, Jimmy Ron.

Goat!

Oh, Lila Twinkle Pipes, I love you so much. I wish one day you and I could be

best friends.

Lila Twinkle Pipes, my hero.

The last time I saw you, you accidentally spit in my noodle cup and

off a moving bus by mistake.

Remember?

Right. Anyway, I was super bored, so I figured I'd have some fun with you. I

mean, give you some great news.

You want to hang out and be besties?

I mean, yes. And to tell you, I've been crowned debutante queen of Bupalite High

Society again.

And I don't have time for it, so I was wondering if you would take over?

Me? Debutante queen of Bupalite High Society?

Wow. I've wanted to be that my whole life.

Look, here's the crown.

This is the greatest day ever.

Thank you.

No problem.

Is this where I get my garbage sorted?

What are you talking about?

Greetings, citizen goat. I see you're wearing the garbage sorting crown and

stuff. I am?

You! Get over here, you garbage sorting freakazoid, and sort my garbage.

This isn't the debutante crown.

I'm not a garbage -sorting freakazoid.

Lila must have made some kind of mistake.

She has so much on her plate.

Quit horsing off and sort my garbage.

It smells awful.

Yep. No!

Sort mine first. It's all wet and runny.

Lila, you're back.

I came to apologize, Goat.

Really? Yes, I didn't mean to make you the queen of sorting garbage.

It was an accident.

That is so cool that you make accidents, because accidents happen to me all the

time, too.

I love accidents.

Here, I brought you a present to make up for it.

For me?

I look like a queen.

You sure do.

The queen of monster truck soccer!

Sit to Cooper.

Cooper steps on the gas and scores!

Cricket! Goat, what happened?

My new bestie, Lila, accidentally made me queen of garbage, then kicked me into

a monster truck soccer arena.

So, what's up with you? My brother, Jimmy Ron, set me up, and now the cops

taking me to jail.

Wow.

Jimmy Ron is the coolest.

No, Jimmy Ron is not the coolest.

And Lala is a horrible, horrible person and not your friend.

She's just goofing on you.

She what?

I'm going to get that stinky jerk.

Can you give me a kick over to the monster truck arena?

No problem, Sister Broheim. That's what real friends are for.

new queen of garbage sorting.

What? Hey, garbage head, sort my garbage.

No, sort mine first.

If Lila is the new queen of garbage sorting, then who's

the debutante queen of Boopalite High Society?

Good Jimmy Ron thinks he can send me to prison for no reason and ruin my life?

Well, I've had it!

Jimmy Ron, I'm gonna... Hey,

where is everyone?

Pig? Goat? Banana?

Jimmy Ron, what did you do to my lab?

You turned it into a honky -tonk nightmare!

Surprise!

Surprise? That you ruined my lab?

No, surprise that I...

prize party for you, little broseph.

Aww!

Wait, huh?

Not so fast, Jimmy Ron. If this were really for me, then why did you get me

arrested?

Well, it was the only way to get you out of the house, you goofy turkey.

Aww!

What?

See? I got you a present.

The cover of the Arnold's Genius Gazette?

Well, it's almost as good as Genius Gazette.

Wow! For a lying, stealing criminal, you're not... He's not such a bad big

brother. There he is! Get him!

It was all worth it.