Mr. Pickles

No, no! Don't kill us!

Our metal band is supposed to play the talent show today!

Metal!

If you kill us, we'll curse you.

Yeah! In the name of Satan.

- Satan! -

Long ago...

there was only one who may judge the living.

- Who? - Yeah, tell us what to believe in.

- Yeah! - His name was...

Mr. Pickles!

- Huh?! - Huh?!

These sacrifices have got to stop!

Oh, the sun! Ugh! Mr. Pick...

Where did everybody go?

S02E09 Talent Show

Breakfast is ready!

- Thanks, Mom! - Okeydoke. Thank you.

- Talent show, huh? - Mm-hmm, I guess.

I wish I could be in the talent show!

But I don't have any talents.

Yes, you do! Tell that joke of yours.

What's the difference between a duck...

- Oh! - I don't get it.

It's the way he says it that's so funny.

- Mm-hmm. - Come on, boy.

Let's go write jokes for the talent show!

Hey, I have an idea.

- Let's... - No way.

I am not going to the talent show.

Why not?

I cannot stand by

and watch Tommy tell jokes that aren't funny.

If you go, I'll give you a special surprise tonight.

Oh!

Hey, that Mr. Pickles is evil. He's been...

Oh, you never believe me. Bye.

You got it all over my face, man.

Oh, no, mine's stuck!

- Here, let me try and suck it out. - Cool.

No, you gotta cock it while you suck.

- Cock! - Hi, guys!

Huh?

I'm writing jokes for the talent show.

I'll show you what's funny.

Huh? Hey!

- Ha! - Hey!

If you want your book back, go into that haunted house!

Come on, boy. Don't be s-s-scared.

- - Hello?

Aah!

I think my book's up here.

Aah!

Oh, it was just birds.

Hello?

Anybody here?!

Oh, it was just cats.

Oh, the window! But where's my book?

- Looking for this? - Huh?

Where's your face?!

Aah! Mr. Pickles!

I'm sorry I frightened you.

Would you like something to eat?

Huh?

- Hi, Sheriff. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm busy.

The talent show is about to start.

The seats aren't filled, and I can't find my...

Hey, Sheriff, uh, go easy on Tommy up there, would ya?

But make it quick. I got a special surprise waiting for me.

Hey, I found this in the bathroom!

Beverly: Oh!

- Give that to me! - Ha ha!

Sheriff, Mr. Pickles is evil!

Here, blow up these balloons.

Okay.

You see, my father had a face on his butt,

his father had a face on his butt,

his father had a face on his butt,

and his father had a face on his...

Yeah, yeah, I get it.

Oh, I haven't left these grounds in many years.

- Why? - The world is a cruel place, Tommy.

So, what's this book of yours?

Oh, it's filly with jokes that I've written.

- Let me see. - Oh, okay.

Hmm. Why did the shoe fly away?

- I-Is that it? - It flew away!

I could help you write some better jokes if you want.

You know how to write jokes?

Oh, I know how to do many things.

Hey! Musical instruments are not for dogs!

My condition gives me a lot of free time.

Also, chapped lips.

Would you like some?

Uh, no, thanks.

- King-sized chocolate bar? - No, thanks.

Ew!

Have you seen Tommy? It's about to start.

Oh, yeah, yeah. I'm sure he's somewhere.

I'm pretty excited about this special surprise

you're gonna give me a little later on tonight.

It's been a long time...

Oh, hi, there. You got a knife in you.

- Uh, hmm. - Ugh!

Hello! Uh, we've... we've got a really great show tonight,

I think.

Um, but... but first, I need you, um...

to...

make some noise!

- Talent! Talent! - All: Show! Show!

- Talent! Talent! - Show! Show!

- Now freeze! -

Okay!

For our first act,

Floyd's gonna do a sword-swallowing routine.