Mr. Pickles (2013–2019): Season 4, Episode 1 - The Tree of Flesh - full transcript
After Mr. Pickles framed Grandpa for murder in the Season 3 finale, Sheriff learns of Grandpa's whereabouts, and heads out of the country to track him down. Meanwhile Grandpa has a new ...
So, you all want to know
how Mr. Pickles was killed, huh?
Well, that's one heck
of a story.
See, it all started
about a week ago...
I'd wanted grandpa for those
murders in the bar,
and something told me
he was in Mexico city,
which, after
some detective work,
I deciphered
was probably in Mexico.
I assured the goodmans I was
taking this case very seriously.
Who's a good widdle boy,
Mr. Pickles?
You are!
Sheriff,
I know my dad's crazy,
but do you really think
he's a killer?
Old town has
hundreds
- of unsolved murders.
- Good boy, Mr. Pickles.
Grandpa was
at the scene of a murder.
Who else
could the killer be?
- Mr. Pickles!
- Huh?
Sheriff, he's been
doing this to Mrs. Prissy Paws.
She's a showdog,
not a tramp!
- Ohh, boy!
- Huh? No!
Look at him go!
Sheriff, do something!
Wish I could help.
But if wishes were fishes,
I'd have bigger grandpas to fry.
And I do.
Peace out.
♪ I'm not a saint ♪
*Mr. PICKLES*
Season 04 Episode 01
♪ I ain't no savior ♪
Episode Title :"The Tree Of Flesh"
♪ So you'd better run ♪
♪ Or else I'll get away ♪
♪ And I walk down a dark road ♪
♪ Every day ♪
Once I flew into
"meh-hico,"
started asking
all the right questions.
I got to go pee-pee.
Donde esta el banjo?
Next, I got to know
the locals.
Vamanos!
Give me back my picture,
- you stupid donkey!
- Finally, I found
somebody
with some "info-may-cion."
Aloha.
You seen
this grandpa?
I sure have.
Ha!
Aah!
Uh-oh.
Now, let's go
for a little ride.
Grandpa convinced me
to willingly take him
on one last joy flyde
before I took him in.
Give me my gun!
Seemed he'd been looking
for some information of
- his own.
- Hey, what's that?
Said he'd learned about
some mexican temple
- where he found a map.
- The lost city of
the pabanatra thogonothorox.
If I can find it,
maybe I'll find a way
to kill Mr. Pickles.
Geez, you
really are crazy.
Oh, really?
Look!
Huh?
whee!
Aah!
Uhh!
What the hell?
Ohh!
Uh, this place gives me
the jeebie-heebies.
Just turn yourself in.
Last chance.
Okay, I get it.
Great. Let's
get you to jail.
No, I get why
Mr. Pickles is evil.
See, the pabanatra was
originally a human civilization
known for sacrificing dogs
to appease the gods.
But one day, they were
sacrificing a dog
named purzunipher,
who belonged to an old witch.
She cast a spell
on the kingdom,
and after
they killed her dog,
a puppy arose from the ashes,
gunthztar, the first evil dog.
He gained control
of the animals
and with their help,
took over the kingdom.
After that,
the pabanatra was ruled
by one dog
after another...
Okay, enough about poonstar
and glib glob. Let's go.
No, I'm just getting to
the really interesting part.
You see, when the evil dogs...
He just went on and on with
these overly specific details
nobody would
ever care about.
And that's how Mr. Pickles
became the last evil dog
and wound up
in old town.
Hey!
Time's up, grandpa.
I'm taking you
to jail!
Huh?
I'm afraid I can't let you
leave.
Let me guess.
Mr. Pickles turned you
into a centipede,
vanished you to this island,
and now you must send
that vulture to tell Mr. Pickles
we're here,
or he'll torture you...
All right, grandpa's
a little crazy.
Whack job.
- No, that's exactly right.
- Huh?
Mr. Pickles
did this to me,
because I tried
to kill him once.
Me, too.
But he's .
- too smart
- Smart. And he trusts
- nobody.
- Nobody.
That dog is evil.
...Evil.
Ohh. Ohh.
I think
we're having a moment.
Yeah.
You know, it gets so lonely here
on the island.
What? No.
Sorry.
Uhh, Sheriff?
Can't you see?
Mr. Pickles is evil!
He framed me for murder.
Come on.
Mr. Pickles is a good boy.
He's always helping me
catch murderers around town.
You know, he was my k-9 dog
once. We're friends.
So, Mr. Pickles
trusts you?
Mr. Pickles? Oh, yeah.
We're tight.
Oh!
Then we can use that
to our advantage.
What are you
talking about?
Here, the old witch's
spell book.
Nobody cares about
some dumb book!
Now, give me
back my gun!
You must be careful
with this book.
If it leaves this room,
the volcano will erupt.
Here! "when the ritual
of the tree of flesh
is performed
on a living soul,
a tree will emit the light
of the zarg-glarg.
Any bodies who enter it
will have their living souls
moved from one body to another.
Oh, I can't get close enough
to kill Mr. Pickles in my body,
but I could
in sheriff's.
Wait. What?
hey, let me go!
First, he must be slapped in
the face with a tuna 100 times.
What?
Aah!
They did
horrible things to me.
Made me eat a sloth's butt that
was stuffed with mouse butts.
Tied bats to my eyelids
and let a wild boar
lick beetle spit
out of my belly button.
Made me say my name backwards
while lizards pooped in my ears
and a beaver punched me
in the stomach, so on and so on.
But the last thing
they did to me,
ugh, it's hard
to even talk about.
Finally, he must eat...
A brussels sprout.
What?! No!
Eat it!
No way!
They're yucky!
Eat it!
Now the ritual of the tree
of flesh is complete.
Oh, come on.
Nothing?
Sheriff, did you eat
that brussels sprout?
No, they're yucky!
Ptew!
What? No! No!
Oh! That was the only
brussels sprout we had.
Ugh.
Damn it!
We'll never get close
to Mr. Pickles now.
He'll smell us
coming a mile away.
Wait. That reminds me
of something!
Evil dogs can't smell enemies
further than 666 yards away.
- That means we don't...
- We don't
have to get close
to Mr. Pickles at all!
Freeze, lady!
I'm taking
this grandpa to jail!
No!
What?
- Hey!
- Come on!
Where are y'all going?!
To kill Mr. Pickles
and end
this evil
once and for all!
Peace out!
I'm come back for ya!
Damn it!
Huh?
Oh, whoops.
Huh?
uh-oh.
Eh, lava was nothing
I was ever worried about.
Mama!
We're talking about me, man.
I got a heart so packed
full of bravery,
it could just leap out
an open window.
And that's just what I did.
Sure, some of the things
grandpa said
did check out... the map,
the lost city,
the weird lady
who backed him up.
Were they both senile or was
Mr. Pickles a killer?
Either way,
sheriff always gets his man.
'Cause when
you're riding with me,
you're riding
with the best, baby.
One sniper rifle,
please. Huh?
Sorry, Mrs. Prissy paws.
No sleep till you learn
the dance moves.
We got to win finals.
Here's another
triple-shot macciat... ohh!
No! Mrs. Prissy paws,
do something!
I can't thank you enough
for helping me with this.
Anything for you...
To help me with this.
Ugh.
Wait! Hey!
Where are
you taking me?
What the hell
is this place? Aah!
What?
He must be slapped in the face
with a tuna 100 times.
Say what? Aah!
No! Aah!
Finally, he must eat
a brussels sprout.
Hey, what the hell?
I am so telling sheriff
about this.
Freeze!
Drop the weapon!
And that's how it all happened,
how Mr. Pickles was killed.
But also, how I took down
old town's killer.
Him, right there!
You see, grandpa was innocent,
so was Mr. Pickles.
'Cause guess what I found
in his pocket?
"I did all murders in old town.
I is guilty."
let this be a lesson
to you all.
You want to do crimes
in this town, think twice,
'cause old town's got
one bad son of a mama.
Me, sheriff.
Hey, where'd he go?
Hey! Come back here!
Don't cry, mom.
Dad says Mr. Pickles
is just taking a dirt nap.
He'll wake up soon.
Right, dad?
sure, Tommy.
Gotcha, Mr. Pickles.
See, me and her had already
switched souls
before you thought
you were killing me.
Then I switched souls again
with Mrs. Prissy paws.
Rest easy, boy.
Show's over.
Now, just got to get my body
back and... ugh!
Oh, no.
how Mr. Pickles was killed, huh?
Well, that's one heck
of a story.
See, it all started
about a week ago...
I'd wanted grandpa for those
murders in the bar,
and something told me
he was in Mexico city,
which, after
some detective work,
I deciphered
was probably in Mexico.
I assured the goodmans I was
taking this case very seriously.
Who's a good widdle boy,
Mr. Pickles?
You are!
Sheriff,
I know my dad's crazy,
but do you really think
he's a killer?
Old town has
hundreds
- of unsolved murders.
- Good boy, Mr. Pickles.
Grandpa was
at the scene of a murder.
Who else
could the killer be?
- Mr. Pickles!
- Huh?
Sheriff, he's been
doing this to Mrs. Prissy Paws.
She's a showdog,
not a tramp!
- Ohh, boy!
- Huh? No!
Look at him go!
Sheriff, do something!
Wish I could help.
But if wishes were fishes,
I'd have bigger grandpas to fry.
And I do.
Peace out.
♪ I'm not a saint ♪
*Mr. PICKLES*
Season 04 Episode 01
♪ I ain't no savior ♪
Episode Title :"The Tree Of Flesh"
♪ So you'd better run ♪
♪ Or else I'll get away ♪
♪ And I walk down a dark road ♪
♪ Every day ♪
Once I flew into
"meh-hico,"
started asking
all the right questions.
I got to go pee-pee.
Donde esta el banjo?
Next, I got to know
the locals.
Vamanos!
Give me back my picture,
- you stupid donkey!
- Finally, I found
somebody
with some "info-may-cion."
Aloha.
You seen
this grandpa?
I sure have.
Ha!
Aah!
Uh-oh.
Now, let's go
for a little ride.
Grandpa convinced me
to willingly take him
on one last joy flyde
before I took him in.
Give me my gun!
Seemed he'd been looking
for some information of
- his own.
- Hey, what's that?
Said he'd learned about
some mexican temple
- where he found a map.
- The lost city of
the pabanatra thogonothorox.
If I can find it,
maybe I'll find a way
to kill Mr. Pickles.
Geez, you
really are crazy.
Oh, really?
Look!
Huh?
whee!
Aah!
Uhh!
What the hell?
Ohh!
Uh, this place gives me
the jeebie-heebies.
Just turn yourself in.
Last chance.
Okay, I get it.
Great. Let's
get you to jail.
No, I get why
Mr. Pickles is evil.
See, the pabanatra was
originally a human civilization
known for sacrificing dogs
to appease the gods.
But one day, they were
sacrificing a dog
named purzunipher,
who belonged to an old witch.
She cast a spell
on the kingdom,
and after
they killed her dog,
a puppy arose from the ashes,
gunthztar, the first evil dog.
He gained control
of the animals
and with their help,
took over the kingdom.
After that,
the pabanatra was ruled
by one dog
after another...
Okay, enough about poonstar
and glib glob. Let's go.
No, I'm just getting to
the really interesting part.
You see, when the evil dogs...
He just went on and on with
these overly specific details
nobody would
ever care about.
And that's how Mr. Pickles
became the last evil dog
and wound up
in old town.
Hey!
Time's up, grandpa.
I'm taking you
to jail!
Huh?
I'm afraid I can't let you
leave.
Let me guess.
Mr. Pickles turned you
into a centipede,
vanished you to this island,
and now you must send
that vulture to tell Mr. Pickles
we're here,
or he'll torture you...
All right, grandpa's
a little crazy.
Whack job.
- No, that's exactly right.
- Huh?
Mr. Pickles
did this to me,
because I tried
to kill him once.
Me, too.
But he's .
- too smart
- Smart. And he trusts
- nobody.
- Nobody.
That dog is evil.
...Evil.
Ohh. Ohh.
I think
we're having a moment.
Yeah.
You know, it gets so lonely here
on the island.
What? No.
Sorry.
Uhh, Sheriff?
Can't you see?
Mr. Pickles is evil!
He framed me for murder.
Come on.
Mr. Pickles is a good boy.
He's always helping me
catch murderers around town.
You know, he was my k-9 dog
once. We're friends.
So, Mr. Pickles
trusts you?
Mr. Pickles? Oh, yeah.
We're tight.
Oh!
Then we can use that
to our advantage.
What are you
talking about?
Here, the old witch's
spell book.
Nobody cares about
some dumb book!
Now, give me
back my gun!
You must be careful
with this book.
If it leaves this room,
the volcano will erupt.
Here! "when the ritual
of the tree of flesh
is performed
on a living soul,
a tree will emit the light
of the zarg-glarg.
Any bodies who enter it
will have their living souls
moved from one body to another.
Oh, I can't get close enough
to kill Mr. Pickles in my body,
but I could
in sheriff's.
Wait. What?
hey, let me go!
First, he must be slapped in
the face with a tuna 100 times.
What?
Aah!
They did
horrible things to me.
Made me eat a sloth's butt that
was stuffed with mouse butts.
Tied bats to my eyelids
and let a wild boar
lick beetle spit
out of my belly button.
Made me say my name backwards
while lizards pooped in my ears
and a beaver punched me
in the stomach, so on and so on.
But the last thing
they did to me,
ugh, it's hard
to even talk about.
Finally, he must eat...
A brussels sprout.
What?! No!
Eat it!
No way!
They're yucky!
Eat it!
Now the ritual of the tree
of flesh is complete.
Oh, come on.
Nothing?
Sheriff, did you eat
that brussels sprout?
No, they're yucky!
Ptew!
What? No! No!
Oh! That was the only
brussels sprout we had.
Ugh.
Damn it!
We'll never get close
to Mr. Pickles now.
He'll smell us
coming a mile away.
Wait. That reminds me
of something!
Evil dogs can't smell enemies
further than 666 yards away.
- That means we don't...
- We don't
have to get close
to Mr. Pickles at all!
Freeze, lady!
I'm taking
this grandpa to jail!
No!
What?
- Hey!
- Come on!
Where are y'all going?!
To kill Mr. Pickles
and end
this evil
once and for all!
Peace out!
I'm come back for ya!
Damn it!
Huh?
Oh, whoops.
Huh?
uh-oh.
Eh, lava was nothing
I was ever worried about.
Mama!
We're talking about me, man.
I got a heart so packed
full of bravery,
it could just leap out
an open window.
And that's just what I did.
Sure, some of the things
grandpa said
did check out... the map,
the lost city,
the weird lady
who backed him up.
Were they both senile or was
Mr. Pickles a killer?
Either way,
sheriff always gets his man.
'Cause when
you're riding with me,
you're riding
with the best, baby.
One sniper rifle,
please. Huh?
Sorry, Mrs. Prissy paws.
No sleep till you learn
the dance moves.
We got to win finals.
Here's another
triple-shot macciat... ohh!
No! Mrs. Prissy paws,
do something!
I can't thank you enough
for helping me with this.
Anything for you...
To help me with this.
Ugh.
Wait! Hey!
Where are
you taking me?
What the hell
is this place? Aah!
What?
He must be slapped in the face
with a tuna 100 times.
Say what? Aah!
No! Aah!
Finally, he must eat
a brussels sprout.
Hey, what the hell?
I am so telling sheriff
about this.
Freeze!
Drop the weapon!
And that's how it all happened,
how Mr. Pickles was killed.
But also, how I took down
old town's killer.
Him, right there!
You see, grandpa was innocent,
so was Mr. Pickles.
'Cause guess what I found
in his pocket?
"I did all murders in old town.
I is guilty."
let this be a lesson
to you all.
You want to do crimes
in this town, think twice,
'cause old town's got
one bad son of a mama.
Me, sheriff.
Hey, where'd he go?
Hey! Come back here!
Don't cry, mom.
Dad says Mr. Pickles
is just taking a dirt nap.
He'll wake up soon.
Right, dad?
sure, Tommy.
Gotcha, Mr. Pickles.
See, me and her had already
switched souls
before you thought
you were killing me.
Then I switched souls again
with Mrs. Prissy paws.
Rest easy, boy.
Show's over.
Now, just got to get my body
back and... ugh!
Oh, no.