Mr Pickles (2013) s01e10 Episode Script
The Lair
Please.
I've given you such acknowledgy to guess how we can use it to destroy the world.
Isn't that what you want? No, no, please.
Stop.
Don't kill that man.
Yes, kill him instead.
No, nobody needs to die.
Ah.
Ah! Oh! Aah! S01E10 The Lair - Mr.
Pickles.
- No, dad.
No more evil Mr.
Pickles stories.
Can we have one quiet day around here? Sheriff, Mr.
Pickles is evil.
- He - Granpa.
- You got any proof? - Well, no.
You bother me again you better have proof or I gonna put you in the loony bin.
What? Abigail.
Somebody call a doctor.
Oohh.
- What? - Come on, Mr.
Pickles.
Let's go watch my favorit movie.
You want proof? Well, I know guess where to get it.
There's got to be more to this dog house.
Where does he put all those people.
Uh! Oh, maybe I am crazy.
Maybe there is no Ahhh.
Oohh.
What is this place? Uh.
Hey, come back here.
I am recording evidence that Mr.
Pickles is truly evil.
What is this? We can use it to destroy the world.
The animal outfits.
Hey, come back here? Steve's man house? Me and Master? Blueprints? What are you up to, Mr.
Pickles? I got to get this footage to the sheriff.
How do I get out of here? - Huh? - Hi.
Are you prisoner down here? Oh I am Mr.
Pickles' dance instructor Huh? Yeah, Mr.
Pickles wanted to learn how to tap dance.
He's getting pretty good, too.
Ah, can you tell me which way is out of here? Oh, no.
You're not supposed to be down here.
Dont's tell him I talked to you.
Ah.
Huh? A toll.
- Sheriff's office.
- Sheriff.
Mr.
Pickles has an evil lair under his dog house.
I already told you not to bother me again or you're going to the loony bin.
But I have proof now.
I'm just lost.
Just crawl in trough the dog house.
Huh? What? Hey, Give that back.
Where are you? There's no way out.
What? How did he get all this down here? Get me out of here befor the baby man comes back for more milk.
The baby man milky.
Hey.
My evidence.
Give that back.
Huh? Baby want milky.
Oh.
- Milky, milky.
- Huh? Milky, baby want milky.
And egg.
- Wow.
- Sheriff.
- Thank goodness.
What? - Huh? I don't need proof now anyway.
Mr.
Pickles is evil.
- We gotta this Mr.
Pickles.
- Finally.
Follow me.
Uh, uh, oh.
Skulls.
Skulls.
More skulls.
Blood.
Blood.
More blood.
Jacuzzi filled with nipples.
Jacuzzi filled with nipples.
More jacuzzi filled with nipples.
Where is my face? Give me my face.
I don't have your face.
Then I want your face.
Ah.
A ship.
Give me my face.
That was a close one.
This ship is made of bodies.
Ah.
Ha, ha, ha.
That flower is amazing, Mr.
Pickles.
He knows how to tap dance.
You know, honey I was thinking about cleaning the gutters tomorrow.
Mmh.
Ah! Get off of me.
Oh.
This river never ends.
Get help.
- Watch your step.
- Follow me.
I find us a way out.
That evil dog is going down.
Finally everyone will see that I got crazy.
But first you got to do me one favour.
Sure, anything, sheriff.
Go ahead and take your pants off, grandpa.
- Why? - You heard me.
- Let me see them crampy pampers.
- What? Oh god.
Here, grandpa.
Put this on.
No.
Sound, speed and action.
Ow.
Please, you don't have to do this.
Yes, we do.
What, sheriff? Is that you too? No I am the sheriff.
No I am the sheriff.
No I am the sheriff.
No I am the sheriff.
Over here, sheriff.
You can't all be sheriffs.
Hush it, grandpa.
No bend over and let me spank that bottom of yours.
What? No? You're not real sheriffs.
You're robots.
I'm a robot.
Robot.
We're not real.
You lied to us.
Argh.
You did this to us.
Let's destroy this place.
I'm gonna kill you, grandpa.
Hey, where are you going, Mr.
Pickles? Sir, Mr.
Pickles is escaped.
What are we do, sir? Kill Mr.
Pickles.
Kill Mr Oh.
Mr.
Pickles what are you huh? Huh? Hey.
Oh.
This is what you wanted? To watch me die? I hope you burn in hell you ahhh.
Aahh.
Aahh.
Ah.
Dad? - Now what's this about an evil lair - Aaahh.
What that you do that for? Oh I thought you were a robot.
- Heads up to the loony bin with you.
- But Mr My evidence.
Wait.
Befor you watch that I can explain.
I filmed evidence in Mr.
Pickles is evil.
Mmh.
But than he made a bunch of sheriff robots and forced me to dress up in a porno just to make me look cracy.
Well, let's just see.
- What? - Oh.
Wow.
Good boy, Mr.
Pickles.
I've given you such acknowledgy to guess how we can use it to destroy the world.
Isn't that what you want? No, no, please.
Stop.
Don't kill that man.
Yes, kill him instead.
No, nobody needs to die.
Ah.
Ah! Oh! Aah! S01E10 The Lair - Mr.
Pickles.
- No, dad.
No more evil Mr.
Pickles stories.
Can we have one quiet day around here? Sheriff, Mr.
Pickles is evil.
- He - Granpa.
- You got any proof? - Well, no.
You bother me again you better have proof or I gonna put you in the loony bin.
What? Abigail.
Somebody call a doctor.
Oohh.
- What? - Come on, Mr.
Pickles.
Let's go watch my favorit movie.
You want proof? Well, I know guess where to get it.
There's got to be more to this dog house.
Where does he put all those people.
Uh! Oh, maybe I am crazy.
Maybe there is no Ahhh.
Oohh.
What is this place? Uh.
Hey, come back here.
I am recording evidence that Mr.
Pickles is truly evil.
What is this? We can use it to destroy the world.
The animal outfits.
Hey, come back here? Steve's man house? Me and Master? Blueprints? What are you up to, Mr.
Pickles? I got to get this footage to the sheriff.
How do I get out of here? - Huh? - Hi.
Are you prisoner down here? Oh I am Mr.
Pickles' dance instructor Huh? Yeah, Mr.
Pickles wanted to learn how to tap dance.
He's getting pretty good, too.
Ah, can you tell me which way is out of here? Oh, no.
You're not supposed to be down here.
Dont's tell him I talked to you.
Ah.
Huh? A toll.
- Sheriff's office.
- Sheriff.
Mr.
Pickles has an evil lair under his dog house.
I already told you not to bother me again or you're going to the loony bin.
But I have proof now.
I'm just lost.
Just crawl in trough the dog house.
Huh? What? Hey, Give that back.
Where are you? There's no way out.
What? How did he get all this down here? Get me out of here befor the baby man comes back for more milk.
The baby man milky.
Hey.
My evidence.
Give that back.
Huh? Baby want milky.
Oh.
- Milky, milky.
- Huh? Milky, baby want milky.
And egg.
- Wow.
- Sheriff.
- Thank goodness.
What? - Huh? I don't need proof now anyway.
Mr.
Pickles is evil.
- We gotta this Mr.
Pickles.
- Finally.
Follow me.
Uh, uh, oh.
Skulls.
Skulls.
More skulls.
Blood.
Blood.
More blood.
Jacuzzi filled with nipples.
Jacuzzi filled with nipples.
More jacuzzi filled with nipples.
Where is my face? Give me my face.
I don't have your face.
Then I want your face.
Ah.
A ship.
Give me my face.
That was a close one.
This ship is made of bodies.
Ah.
Ha, ha, ha.
That flower is amazing, Mr.
Pickles.
He knows how to tap dance.
You know, honey I was thinking about cleaning the gutters tomorrow.
Mmh.
Ah! Get off of me.
Oh.
This river never ends.
Get help.
- Watch your step.
- Follow me.
I find us a way out.
That evil dog is going down.
Finally everyone will see that I got crazy.
But first you got to do me one favour.
Sure, anything, sheriff.
Go ahead and take your pants off, grandpa.
- Why? - You heard me.
- Let me see them crampy pampers.
- What? Oh god.
Here, grandpa.
Put this on.
No.
Sound, speed and action.
Ow.
Please, you don't have to do this.
Yes, we do.
What, sheriff? Is that you too? No I am the sheriff.
No I am the sheriff.
No I am the sheriff.
No I am the sheriff.
Over here, sheriff.
You can't all be sheriffs.
Hush it, grandpa.
No bend over and let me spank that bottom of yours.
What? No? You're not real sheriffs.
You're robots.
I'm a robot.
Robot.
We're not real.
You lied to us.
Argh.
You did this to us.
Let's destroy this place.
I'm gonna kill you, grandpa.
Hey, where are you going, Mr.
Pickles? Sir, Mr.
Pickles is escaped.
What are we do, sir? Kill Mr.
Pickles.
Kill Mr Oh.
Mr.
Pickles what are you huh? Huh? Hey.
Oh.
This is what you wanted? To watch me die? I hope you burn in hell you ahhh.
Aahh.
Aahh.
Ah.
Dad? - Now what's this about an evil lair - Aaahh.
What that you do that for? Oh I thought you were a robot.
- Heads up to the loony bin with you.
- But Mr My evidence.
Wait.
Befor you watch that I can explain.
I filmed evidence in Mr.
Pickles is evil.
Mmh.
But than he made a bunch of sheriff robots and forced me to dress up in a porno just to make me look cracy.
Well, let's just see.
- What? - Oh.
Wow.
Good boy, Mr.
Pickles.