♪ Sharks, swords, yogurt, kicks ♪
♪ Fries, smart phones, hot tubs, yeah ♪
♪ Shades, bagels, grills, airbrush, chrome ♪
♪ Blankets, mopeds, yes ♪
♪ Drop top, laptop, breath mints, scars ♪
♪ Kittens, wet skis, drive thrus, fresh ♪
♪ Tight pants, wide screens, tacos, wheelies ♪
♪ Freestyle, thrift stores, mini trampolines ♪
♪ They call him Peanut ♪
♪ Pick-pick p-p-p ♪
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Hey, Pickle, check it out. It's here.
Congruous 5. It's 20% better than before.
My Congruous 4 is totally obsolete now.
Yeah, get outta here. Beat it.
Hey, Pickle, let's break this mamma-jamma in.
Can't play games now. Making cookies.
What's the big deal? We already got some.
Not cookies like these. These are special.
- Try one. - Okay, whatever.
♪ Such love, such joy, such ecstasy ♪
So much pleasure in my mouth.
That's just amazing.
Since when do you bake cookies, Pickle?
Today is my grandma's birthday.
Every year, she would bake cookies
for the whole neighborhood. She's dead now,
but she gave me her secrets in this,
her recipe book.
Tradition, tradition, tradition.
I'm gonna continue her good work.
When I'm making these cookies, it's like she's here with me.
It's ready. Slowly, slowly.
Right here on the middle rack, sweetie.
I did it, Grandma.
Oh, you're such a good boy.
Give me a kiss.
That's really weird, man.
But these cookies are spectacular.
We could sell these honkers for a lot of money.
My lovely grandma would never want it that way.
It's like there's a little bit of her in every one.
Hey, you know what?
I'm gonna postpone my hardcore gaming session
to help you spread the love of your grandma's cookies.
It's so good.
Hey, McSweats, you want some free cookie?
We already bought some from the Sugar Bees.
Minty Choo-choos.
Everybody knows they're the ballin-est.
They're free. Just try one.
Yeah, okay. Whatever.
Dang, that's a dang cookie, baller!
Glad you like 'em. Take a few.
Hey, thanks, fellas. You're all right.
This giving-away-cookies thing isn't so bad.
- Uh, excuse us. - Oh, hello there.
Hello. It would appear that we're both selling cookies in the same neighborhood.
No need to worry. We're not...
Hey, man, let me get some more of those cookies.
Oh, they're still not for sale,
but you can have another one.
So, so good.
People sure love these cookies, huh?
Oh, I've been spabbed.
What?
What are you doing selling cookies on Sugar Bee turf?
We're just giving them away.
It's peak sale season.
We can't have people filling up on free cookies.
♪ Such love, such joy, such ecstasy ♪
Where did you get these?
I made 'em. It's my grandma's...
Does it look like I give a squirt about your grandma?
We better not see you in this hood again.
Are you nuts? We have the right to give out baked goods.
Not if you like breathing.
These cookies are too good.
We need that recipe.
We're watching you punks.
Guess we can't give out any more cookies.
Pickle, we can't let those girls push us around.
We gotta get tough, man up, and bake a hot load of cookies.
Cookies. Free cookies.
Hey, what gives?
Hey, mister, you must love our cookies, right?
Why, why? Why must you tempt me?
I can't take it.
Sleep, sleep. Sleep, sleep...
Man, what is with these people?
At least McSweats will want some more.
Hey, McSweats, we thought you'd like...
Oh, man, what happened to you?
Oh, this? Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. I'm fine.
You're all jacked up, man.
Here. Have a cookie.
No. I gotta go!
It's those stupid little girls again.
- Oh, I'm gonna bash... - Whoa.
Violence is not the answer.
Remember, Grandma's up there watching us.
Grandma got 20% off if he could use her in the ad.
Come on, Pickle.
Hey, opening up doors always cheers you up.
See? Now isn't that better?
What is this? Squirrels?
Look at all these varmints.
Shoo. Scoot. Get up outta here.
This place is trashed.
"Stay off our tur..."
That's not even a word.
Yeah, looks like they meant to write "turf."
The "F" was licked off by that raccoon with no self-control.
Aw, look. He fell asleep on top of my grandma's recipe boo...
Boo... boo...
Pickle, I think those Sugar Bees stole your grandma's recipe book.
Why would someone steal...
Hey, Pickle, don't worry. It's gonna be all right.
I will avenge you!!
We gotta take out some ten-year-olds.
Guys, I'm kind of in the middle of something.
Sorry to interrupt, sir.
We will only be a minute.
I like your ropes.
We need to infiltrate the Sugar Bees' compound.
Got anything that can help?
Well, I got stun wands.
Yeah, that's perfect.
Yeah, but they don't come cheap.
Okay, well, hmm.
- How about... - Whoa!
Congruous 5? I don't know how the heck you got this, short stack.
Yeah, I do my thing, you know, Patty.
- I got my ways. - Yeah, come on, we got a deal?
All right, all right. Settle down, fellas. I'll be right back.
You would do that for Grandma?
I'm doin' it for you, buddy.
- Here you go. - Thanks, Sneaky Patty.
It's too bad you heard my name.
Okay, we get in, find disguises, and get the book.
- You ready? - Let's do this.
What do you want?
Oh, hi there.
We just thought you might wanna check out this friendship tunnel.
Hey, what the...
Okay, we're in.
Sh!
Let's find the kitchen.
Get the stun wand ready.
Stun wand, stun wand, stun wand.
Wow, these are perfect. We're gonna blend right in.
Whoa! This crate is full of pre-made Minty Choo-choos.
They're just repackaging them. These aren't homemade at all.
That's false advertising.
Hey, be discreet.
Look at that. Grandma's recipe book.
What is this?
That sample we tasted had magic.
- This is garbage. - I followed the recipe exactly.
It doesn't make sense.
Maybe we just need a better cookie technician.
Ah! You doubt my ability?
The formula for homemade Minty Choo-choos
is the most scientifically complex cookie recipe known to man.
The grandma recipe is flawed.
Flawed, I tell you.
Also, we are being watched.
- We're just blending in. - Yeah, we're cool.
This is not cool.
You two idiots blew it.
The recipe book is ours.
Once we crack it, there will be no stopping us.
You'll never be able to make those cookies without...
Yeah, okay, we're gonna kill you now.
...the secret ingredient.
Aw, secret ingredient?
I'm sorry.
- Tell us what it is. - Nope.
Aw, come on. Give us something.
Fine. If you want the secret ingredient,
I challenge you to a bake-off.
Old school rules.
If I win, you let us go,
and I get the recipe book back.
Fine. But if we win, then we keep the recipe book,
and you never give out cookies again.
- And we kill your friend. - What?
- Deal. - Deal.
Classic bake-off rules, with one small twist.
Both contestants will be cooking...
Minty Choo-choos.
What? This whole thing's rigged.
Kinda tickles, kinda tickles, kinda tickles.
Be still your heart, little one.
We've got this.
No, you don't. You're a big, stinky dingus.
Let the bake-off begin.
♪ ♪
Doo doo fresh!
All right, all right, it's time to judge these things.
First up, sugary cookie.
Okay, big surprise. They're perfect.
Moist and mysterious, just like the Sugar Bees.
And next, this piece of junk.
Ugh. Here goes.
♪ Such love, such joy, such... ♪
What is it?!
I don't get it.
This isn't even your grandma's recipe.
Yes, but the secret ingredient is still the same.
Yeah, and you losers are never gonna find out what it is.
It's love!
Seriously?
After all that, you're just gonna give it away?
Love?
Baking technician, what have we been using?
We've been using hate.
But love, yes. It could work.
Henceforth, the Sugar Bees will make cookies with love.
Here's your book back.
Hey, Peanut, it may be outdated,
but Congruous 4 is still pretty fun.
- You comin'? - Be right there, big guy.
Just putting away these cookie ingredients.
Huh? Wow.
I guess the secret ingredient was love after all.
Whoo-hoo!
Oh, man, I am dizzy.
Yo, Pickle, did you see that?
Flip off that tree.
I love flippin'.
- Yeah, you got this, Pickle. - Yeah, I know.
Oh, sick!
Oh, hey, uh, Pickle, you okay?
Oh, yeah. I feel fine...
I think.
Oh, hey, Peanut, look.
Check out this snake over here. It's all bent up and weird-lookin'.
Uh, Pickle, that's not a snake. That's your arm.
Oh. Uh...
Is it okay?
Um, let me check.
Oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh! Peanut, my arm.
Oh, call an ambulance, call an ambulance.
Hello?
My friend...
He's Pickle, and his arm's broken
in like a million pieces. Hurry. His little arm.
Hey, Todd, we got another call.
Something about a broken snake thing.
All right, let's hustle. This guy ain't goin' anywhere.
Hello?
They're here. You're gonna be okay.
You're gonna be in good hands, big guy.
Did someone say something about good hands?
Are they beautiful?
Uh, well, one's fine.
I mean, yeah.
So Pickle, this is a pretty standard procedure.
You have nothing to worry about.
Just gonna yank your arm back into place, and you'll be totally cool.
And with the... anecsthetics I gave you, it shouldn't even hurt.
Hey, I'm not a real doctor.
All right, here we go.
You can just keep your eyes closed, Pickle.
It'll be done before you know it.
But if you wanna be a big boy, Peanut,
don't look away.
Uh, yeah. Big boy.
Okay, hold still.
Hey, Champ.
You passed out cold for three hours.
Your buddy's all fixed up and ready to go.
I fainted?
Hey, wow, that's amazing. You're the best, Dr. P.
Man, once we pick up your medicine, we gotta get back out there.
Uh, okay, yeah.
Wow. Oh, my gosh!
You ladies like how I stuck that landing?
Pickle, are you okay? What happened?
Oh, I broke my arm doing some crazy athletic moves.
Yeah, we were flippin' off some trees and...
Wow, Pickle, I never took you as the athletic type.
- Can we sign your cast? - Hey, I have a pen.
Hey, so we gotta go. See ya later, Pickle.
Did you see how big his cast was?
Ha ha. Those girls touched my body.
Yeah, man, those chicks were totally into you.
You know what? Breaking your arm into a gazillion pieces
could've been one of the best things that ever happened to us.
Wow, cool cast, man. How'd you break your arm?
Uh, well, earlier today, I was just doin' some crazy somersaults over fences,
and I was all, like, whoo-whoo!
And all of a sudden,
I decided to jump off a tree, and do a billion flips.
I flipped, and I'm all, like, whoa,
because I'm about to land on a whole heck of a lot of rocks.
Then I'm all, like, dang, that snake isn't looking too hot.
But then I realized it was just my arm.
Now I got this cast.
Wow, that was a riveting urinal story, young man.
You're a fine American.
Man, what a day. What a day!
'Sup, tricks?
- Hey, McSweats. - Ladies.
Heard all about your arm, Pickle. Pretty wicked.
Oh, uh, thanks.
Yeah, we think it's so cool you have a cast.
Hi.
You guys got plans tomorrow?
I'm havin' a fresh to death party at Wissy World.
Should be pretty ballin'.
Huh? Oh, wow, that sounds amazing, McSweats.
Why wouldn't we wanna go? Right, Peanut?
Yeah, yeah. Why wouldn't we?
We go... why wouldn't we go?
And then, I flipped off the tree,
and in that moment, I knew
my arm would meet its maker.
He is so brave.
And handsome, too.
No one cares about little old me.
Peanut?
Peanut, Peanut?
Peanut, we're at my house, man. I'm gonna go.
Huh? Oh, yeah. My bad.
See you tomorrow, buddy.
So, hey, you know, I appreciate
the council coming together at such short notice.
Werewolf, Alien Intruder, angry possum from the garage,
you guys always have such good advice.
Here's the thing.
People just wanna talk to Pickle because of his dumb cast.
Nobody cares about my sick moves.
What's that, garage possum?
You know what, you're right.
They'll give a dumb cast to just about anybody.
You may be ugly on the outside, but you've got a beautiful mind.
"To the coolest Pickle around. Signed, me."
We are gonna have so much fun today, Pickle.
Can you tell me again how they set your arm back into place?
Yeah, fo sho.
I saw the whole thing. Didn't even look away.
The doctor just yanked that bad boy back and...
Oh, my gosh.
What's up, guys? Notice anything, uh... different?
- Real cool cast. - What happened? Are you okay?
Ah, yeah, man. Totally fine.
I was trying to do a kick flip with my mini speedboat
off a waterfall. Had a little tumble. No big.
Oh, you are so brave, Peanut.
I didn't know you were into water sports.
Did I say mini speedboat?
I meant to say roller skates or horse.
Hey, buddy, don't worry about it.
Whatever, it doesn't matter, because we're cast buddies.
Right? Check it out.
Oh, yeah, cast buddies. Hey!
Uh, yeah, come on, everybody.
Let's just go have a great time, man.
Just follow old Papa Peanut here.
Come on, ladies. Oh, hey, Lazer.
You work here? And where are your pants?
Uh, yeah, it's called a summer job.
And yeah, I'm wearing pants. Check it out.
Okay, well, step aside.
We're about to ride this ride, big man.
You can't ride a water slide with casts.
Come back when you heal up, you plaster dweebs.
Uh, I'm just gonna pretend I didn't hear that.
Guys, let's try a different ride.
- Guys. - Hey, don't hate the player.
See you boys on the flip side.
Hey, don't sweat it, Peanut.
We can just hang out at the duck pond.
You don't own this duck pond.
What do you want, duck? What up? You lookin' at me, duck?
Oh, man, this stinks so hard.
I made this fake cast to get all the eyes on me,
and now I'm stuck out here
while our friends are having danged fun on those sweet rides.
I could be here. It's a free country.
Hey, Peanut, what's wrong?
Wanna come help me lay some knowledge on these uppity ducks?
Hey, I'm sorry, man.
You know what? I just don't like Lazer pushing us casties around.
He's no stinkin' scientist.
I'm gonna go out there and do what I came here to do.
But Peanut, what about your busted-up leg, huh?
Lazer said we can't ride the ride.
Tell you what. You sit tight right here
while I go create a legend.
Hey, you guys, wait up.
I hope you party people are all buckled up,
because this castie is about to take a squat
all over Lazer's rules.
Hey, what? Stop right there!
Peanut. Peanut, come back here!
Hey, sorry. I'm too busy using all my muscles
to hear your mouth. See ya.
You're gonna get me in trouble.
Whoo! Whoo-hoo!
You guys see this? Nothing can stop me.
I mean, that's how you do it, man.
You get up there and break all the rules.
Hey, check it out, Pickle. Cast buddy!
Whoo, yeah. You did it, cast buddy!
Hey, dummy, get back here before I punch your cast off.
- Uh, see ya. - No, Peanut!
Slippery slide!
Sir, we have a massive blockage in the filtration system.
Get everyone off the slides!
The water pressure will be too dangerous!
Hey, now that everyone's looking, check out this move.
Peanut! Oh, no, the snack shop.
Mr. Wissy!
Oh, no, the pool acid!
So Pickle, remember, your friend's in a real frail state.
He could really use your support,
and uh, positive energy.
Oh, sounds serious, doctor.
Well, here's the thing, Pickle...
Dr. Pamplemousse, we need you right away.
A patient is bleeding out in the other room.
Yeah, okay. Keep your shirt on, Priscilla.
Get me one of those pump machines,
and a packet of gummy belly balls.
Oh, thank you, doctor.
I'm not a real doctor.
Knock, knock. Hey, old buddy... Oh, my gosh!
Hey, pal. Thanks for coming by, man.
It means a lot.
Peanut, are you okay?
I can't believe you survived all that acid.
Hey, listen, Pickle,
I'm sorry about the whole fake leg thing.
I just got really jealous at everybody giving you
all that attention and stuff. It looked so great.
I guess I just wanted some attention, too.
It must just even hurt to breathe.
You live and learn, Pickle. I'm gonna get right back out there
and show the world what I'm made of as soon as I can.
You know what? I think I can help you with that.
Whoo-hoo, yeah!
All right, here we go, man.
It's like I'm flying!
Hey, Pickle, look. Check it out, man.
I just stuck the landing.
My eyes!
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