Mr. Pickles

At last, the Cave of the Gorzoth.

Now I can open the door to the riches of the ancients.

Yes, but first, how about a visit to the gift shop?

What?

Guarding the Cave of the Gorzoth doesn't pay much,

so I've got a little side business going.

Key chain? T-shirt? Corn dog?

What? I don't want a corn dog, you idiot.

I want riches!

Oh! My Gorzoth!

Oh, no!

Aah! Ooh!

My Gorzoth!

S03E05 Gorzoth

Mm.

- So... - Hi!

- Aah! - Morning, Goodmans!

I got lots of products today.

- Sorry, Linda. - Huh?

Things are a little tight for us right now.

And we're not the only ones.

Well, I'd better get off to work.

Don't buy anything, dear, or I'll kill you.

Ah. Anyway...

I got a fish tank,

this baseball glove, and this shiny thingy.

- $2 each. - Huh.

That looks like it has something to do to with Mr. Pickle...

No, I saw it first.

I'll take it, whatever it is.

- It's a ball. - What?

- Come on, ball. - Tommy.

Let's go play ball.

Anyway, all proceeds go to help the homeless.

Really? Then I'll take it.

Anything to help you get a home.

Wait, what? You think I's homeless?

- Oh! - What? Um...

Oh, why would you think I'm homeless?

Oh! Oh, I didn't know

you had so much money.

You hurt my feelings, Ms. Goodman.

I'm sorry. Cheer up.

How?

Well, buying stuff always cheers me up.

Buying stuff? I like that idea.

Come on, girl. We're going shopping.

Whooo!

Ew!

Ooh.

You right, Ms. Goodman. Buying stuff cheered me up.

I am so glad.

Uh, where are we?

Linda, you got some money for us?

- Sorry, I spent it all. - Would you like some food?

Oh, that'd be gre...

No! We want...

money.

Money. Money.

Linda, why are these homeless people attacking us?

Aah! Get off of my car!

Whoa! Run, Ms. Goodman!

- Aaaah! - Money.

Money!

Lost... Gorzoth.

Will open door and give you... no... me riches.

- Yay. - Afternoon, Mime.

What's up, Blade? What's up, Mr. BoJenkins?

Hey, Sheriff. What's with all the snacks?

With the economy so bad, I'm eating all I can

just in case the town runs out of snacks.

No, these are my snacks, Floyd.

- Aw. - Whatever.

- Excuse me. - Oh, what's up?

You seem to know everybody in this town.

- Yeah. - I'm looking for a trashy woman.

Oh, yeah?

Yes, trashy woman... Do you know her?

Hum.

Do you know... Do you know her?

Hum. Hum.

Quit eating snacks and answer the question, you idiot!

Ah! My snacks!

You're under arrest for snack-ery.

No!

Linda, what is going on?

Money!

Money!

Money.

Money.

Money.

This way, Ms. Goodman.

Linda? Oh!

Oh! Linda?

Linda, where are you?

Aah. Aah. Oh!

Huh?

Uh, Linda, where are we?

This my home.

- Money. - Money.

Money.

Linda, your home is so... interesting.

- Ohh! - Shh.

Oh. Hi, Linda Jr.

Welcome to our home, Mrs. Goodman.

Oh, Linda, what's wrong?

Every day I give all the money I make to the homeless.

- Really? - And today I failed them.

- Shh. Mama. - Money.

Money!

See, many years ago,

a man asked me to help him tie his shoe,

but I didn't, so he tripped and fell.

- Oh! - That is sad, but...

He fell through the glass of a shark tank.

Them sharks ate 5,000 people to deeeaaath!

- Oh. - Shh.

Ever since then, Mama Linda only feels good

when she's helping people.

Wow. You were in a band?

Oh, yeah. I play good.