Pickle & Peanut (2015) s01e02 Episode Script
Cart Rustlers ; Swim Lessons
1 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 thru, fresh Tight pants, wide screens, tacos, wheelies Freestyle, thrift stores, mini trampolines They call him Peanut They call him Peanut They call him Peanut Cart o'clock.
Skillful, skillful, skillful.
Precision, precision, precision.
Amazing friendship dock.
The unachievable.
Uh-oh, one of the roll-y things fell off.
Guess we'll have to put this baby down.
No way.
This is Tim.
He's been here for longer than both of us.
Wait a minute.
You got names for all these carts? Oh yeah.
They do have different personalities.
Hey, you still got that bandage? Looky there.
Good as new.
What? Sorry for your loss, sir.
We'll let you know if we find any leads, but it doesn't look good.
I'm pretty bad at my job.
Mr.
Mjart, what's the drama, pretty mama? Oh, boys, your mere presence soothes my aching heart and loins.
Someone has stolen one of my carts.
If only I had money to pay for security.
I shouldn't have spent all my savings on these crocodile boots.
Me and Peanut would be happy to guard your carts for you.
Wait a second there, big dog.
Doesn't that sound like a lot of work? Oh, there are supplies? Of course.
If you are watching over my metal babies, you will need my Mjart Mart mjegaphone.
- Mjega! - And an emergency whistle.
I wanna blow that thing so bad.
And the Cart Collector Pro.
Professional.
Okay, boys, the fate of the Mjart carts now rests on your heads.
Good luck, and don't get killed by murderous maniac, please.
Whoa, what? Maniac? Oh, yes, yes.
You never heard legend? Some say there is man.
Some say monster.
His name, Bloodbeard.
He roams this land stealing all grocery cart in his path.
Weird pagan rituals does he perform.
Who knows? Carts are never, ever again seen alive.
Okay, have fun.
Don't forget to smile.
Bye-bye.
Bloodbeard? Murderous rampage? Hey, don't get your briefs in a bind, man.
It's just a legend.
Besides, you got me and supplies.
Ain't no murder goin' down on our watch.
Now rip me a fat bottom beat, MC Fresh Lips.
Okay, you know Bloodbeard or somebody's goin' for these carts, so we just place these babies here, - and do an old-fashioned stakeout.
- What do we do? First, take this wig.
We're gonna go deep cover so no one can recognize us.
Aw, you're always the cute one.
Next, we hide behind this bush.
I brought some sport drink for the long night ahead.
Ooh, I can really taste the sport.
Yeah, just like a whole gymnasium on my tongue.
I better check in on the boys.
Hey, wait a minute, sister, and quit hoggin' the specs.
It's my turn.
Enough.
Now let's share these bro-noculars.
B-b-b-b-Bloodbeard! Remain calm, everyone.
Everything is under control.
Official cart business.
Official cart business.
- Oh, here are the carts.
- Hold it right there.
Mercy me.
Are you working with Bloodbeard? - Come back here, gangster granny.
- Whoa, little slugger.
Simmer down those buns.
I got a new plan to catch those cart-nappers.
Like what? Look, I know my other trap didn't work, but trust me.
This one's gonna be a grand prize winner.
Boom! We're gonna build the greatest cart of all time.
We're gonna place it where he's sure to see it.
Surveillance Then we sit right here and wait for old Bloodbeard to grab the bait, 'cause there's no way he can resist reveal a doo-doo fresh yacht cart.
Doo-Doo Fresh Okay, let's head back to the security office and peel some eyeballs.
Not this time, man.
I'm staying right here at ground zero.
Don't worry, I have my whistle and walkie-talkie.
Now close me in.
Radio me as soon as Bloodbeard shows up.
Don't forget.
I won't let you down, cartner partner.
Baby bird, this is Mama Hog.
Come in, bird.
Is this Peanut? It's Pickle.
All is well.
Roger.
Wilco.
Mama Hog is wide awake.
Ooh, Pickle, you're so brave.
Thank you for saving those carts from that old, nasty cart man.
'Tweren't nothin', pretty lady.
Just doin' my job.
I have a little gift for you.
Close your eyes, and I'll give you some sugar.
Oh, boy.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! That was nothin' but the mysterious winds of the night.
Yeah.
- Buddy.
Peanut.
- Come in.
- P-face? P-knuckle? - Mama Hog? Wha what's up? My bed's dry, Mom.
Where's Pickle? I think the cart stopped.
Stick a cork in it, Sheila.
They'll hear us.
I'm gonna take a look outside.
Looks okay to me.
Where am I? Huh? Oi, you're in my house.
You're That's right.
Bloodbeard.
Stealer of carts.
Scourge of all grocery stores.
- What's with your face? - How dare you? The desert heat dries out me nasal membranes.
- My doctor says it should clear up soon.
- Sorry to hear that.
Well, nice to meet you, Bloodbeard.
You have a lovely hideout.
I'll just be going home now, - taking the carts with me.
- Oi! You're not goin' anywhere.
And you're not takin' any carts.
What are you gonna do with them? Why don't we give you a little taste? Peanut! Pickle.
Pickle, come in.
Pickle! It's Bloodbeard, all right.
He stole all our carts and run off into desert.
Mr.
Mjart, did they throw you in this trash can? No, I was just trash-sitting for a while.
But you must help your friend.
I gotta find Pickle.
Oh, I can only imagine all the terrible things Bloodbeard must be doing to him.
Whee! So what, that's it? You guys like riding carts around - and doing sweet tricks? - Yeah, man, of course.
I mean, is there anything else more fun in life? You talk a lot of sense, Bloodbeard.
Cart stunts are my ballet! Ha ha! Huh?! Thank the wind gods.
That's Pickle's emergency toots.
I'm coming, Pickle! Yee-ha-ha-ha! This thing's too stinkin' slow.
I gotta boost things up.
Oh, hey, I got an idea.
If you got a big thirst well, that's the worst Put Dumps Up in your mouth for an energy burst Dumps Up! Hundred ninety-eight.
Hundred ninety-nine.
Two hundred.
That must be the pizza we ordered.
Pizza? I'll get it.
- Where's Pickle? - Peanut! Whip that body, whip that body Thank gosh you're okay.
Turns out Bloodbeard and his crew like dorkin' around with the carts same as us.
Oh, Bubba, I'm sorry I fell asleep on the job.
Hey, it's okay.
Sorry I got all crazy about the carts.
You're my hero.
Let's just forget the whole thing, get our little babies and go the stink home.
That's a good one.
Now, if you want your carts back, you must defeat me in a head-to-head cart showdown.
Winner takes all.
You're on, nosebleed.
Tim, your wobbly footsie.
Peanut, you and Tim are gonna crash.
Yo, wait a minute.
Pickle, you know what we gotta do? You can't mean Amazing friendship dock! No one's ever landed that move.
We've never pulled it off before.
I believe in you, Peanut.
Thanks, Pickle's hand.
I can't believe me eyes.
Friendship, friendship, friendship.
Pizza's here.
We did it so hard.
I have never seen such beautiful friendship.
I cannot control my emotions.
So freakin' beautiful.
Hey, you okay, baby? You two have proven yourselves to be the ultimate cart riders.
We'll give you these carts back, and return to our boring lives as paralegals, I guess.
Hold up.
Don't be a whiny baby.
I have a better plan.
Hey, my lovelies.
You boys really make me proud.
All my carts are back and safe.
A-plus, number-one work.
America! Good-bye, boys.
I have to visit Mother in the hospital before she croaks.
Hey, fellas, know what time it is? Cart o'clock, fools.
Get your carts shined up, grab a can of Dumps Up The dumps are gonna move you Take a whiff, blast it out The dumps are gonna move you when you dump it in your mouth Dumps Up, Dump, Dumps Up A dump-dump-dumps du-dum-dum-Dumps Up A dum-dum-dumdum dum-dum-dumsies Dump Dumps Up
Skillful, skillful, skillful.
Precision, precision, precision.
Amazing friendship dock.
The unachievable.
Uh-oh, one of the roll-y things fell off.
Guess we'll have to put this baby down.
No way.
This is Tim.
He's been here for longer than both of us.
Wait a minute.
You got names for all these carts? Oh yeah.
They do have different personalities.
Hey, you still got that bandage? Looky there.
Good as new.
What? Sorry for your loss, sir.
We'll let you know if we find any leads, but it doesn't look good.
I'm pretty bad at my job.
Mr.
Mjart, what's the drama, pretty mama? Oh, boys, your mere presence soothes my aching heart and loins.
Someone has stolen one of my carts.
If only I had money to pay for security.
I shouldn't have spent all my savings on these crocodile boots.
Me and Peanut would be happy to guard your carts for you.
Wait a second there, big dog.
Doesn't that sound like a lot of work? Oh, there are supplies? Of course.
If you are watching over my metal babies, you will need my Mjart Mart mjegaphone.
- Mjega! - And an emergency whistle.
I wanna blow that thing so bad.
And the Cart Collector Pro.
Professional.
Okay, boys, the fate of the Mjart carts now rests on your heads.
Good luck, and don't get killed by murderous maniac, please.
Whoa, what? Maniac? Oh, yes, yes.
You never heard legend? Some say there is man.
Some say monster.
His name, Bloodbeard.
He roams this land stealing all grocery cart in his path.
Weird pagan rituals does he perform.
Who knows? Carts are never, ever again seen alive.
Okay, have fun.
Don't forget to smile.
Bye-bye.
Bloodbeard? Murderous rampage? Hey, don't get your briefs in a bind, man.
It's just a legend.
Besides, you got me and supplies.
Ain't no murder goin' down on our watch.
Now rip me a fat bottom beat, MC Fresh Lips.
Okay, you know Bloodbeard or somebody's goin' for these carts, so we just place these babies here, - and do an old-fashioned stakeout.
- What do we do? First, take this wig.
We're gonna go deep cover so no one can recognize us.
Aw, you're always the cute one.
Next, we hide behind this bush.
I brought some sport drink for the long night ahead.
Ooh, I can really taste the sport.
Yeah, just like a whole gymnasium on my tongue.
I better check in on the boys.
Hey, wait a minute, sister, and quit hoggin' the specs.
It's my turn.
Enough.
Now let's share these bro-noculars.
B-b-b-b-Bloodbeard! Remain calm, everyone.
Everything is under control.
Official cart business.
Official cart business.
- Oh, here are the carts.
- Hold it right there.
Mercy me.
Are you working with Bloodbeard? - Come back here, gangster granny.
- Whoa, little slugger.
Simmer down those buns.
I got a new plan to catch those cart-nappers.
Like what? Look, I know my other trap didn't work, but trust me.
This one's gonna be a grand prize winner.
Boom! We're gonna build the greatest cart of all time.
We're gonna place it where he's sure to see it.
Surveillance Then we sit right here and wait for old Bloodbeard to grab the bait, 'cause there's no way he can resist reveal a doo-doo fresh yacht cart.
Doo-Doo Fresh Okay, let's head back to the security office and peel some eyeballs.
Not this time, man.
I'm staying right here at ground zero.
Don't worry, I have my whistle and walkie-talkie.
Now close me in.
Radio me as soon as Bloodbeard shows up.
Don't forget.
I won't let you down, cartner partner.
Baby bird, this is Mama Hog.
Come in, bird.
Is this Peanut? It's Pickle.
All is well.
Roger.
Wilco.
Mama Hog is wide awake.
Ooh, Pickle, you're so brave.
Thank you for saving those carts from that old, nasty cart man.
'Tweren't nothin', pretty lady.
Just doin' my job.
I have a little gift for you.
Close your eyes, and I'll give you some sugar.
Oh, boy.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! That was nothin' but the mysterious winds of the night.
Yeah.
- Buddy.
Peanut.
- Come in.
- P-face? P-knuckle? - Mama Hog? Wha what's up? My bed's dry, Mom.
Where's Pickle? I think the cart stopped.
Stick a cork in it, Sheila.
They'll hear us.
I'm gonna take a look outside.
Looks okay to me.
Where am I? Huh? Oi, you're in my house.
You're That's right.
Bloodbeard.
Stealer of carts.
Scourge of all grocery stores.
- What's with your face? - How dare you? The desert heat dries out me nasal membranes.
- My doctor says it should clear up soon.
- Sorry to hear that.
Well, nice to meet you, Bloodbeard.
You have a lovely hideout.
I'll just be going home now, - taking the carts with me.
- Oi! You're not goin' anywhere.
And you're not takin' any carts.
What are you gonna do with them? Why don't we give you a little taste? Peanut! Pickle.
Pickle, come in.
Pickle! It's Bloodbeard, all right.
He stole all our carts and run off into desert.
Mr.
Mjart, did they throw you in this trash can? No, I was just trash-sitting for a while.
But you must help your friend.
I gotta find Pickle.
Oh, I can only imagine all the terrible things Bloodbeard must be doing to him.
Whee! So what, that's it? You guys like riding carts around - and doing sweet tricks? - Yeah, man, of course.
I mean, is there anything else more fun in life? You talk a lot of sense, Bloodbeard.
Cart stunts are my ballet! Ha ha! Huh?! Thank the wind gods.
That's Pickle's emergency toots.
I'm coming, Pickle! Yee-ha-ha-ha! This thing's too stinkin' slow.
I gotta boost things up.
Oh, hey, I got an idea.
If you got a big thirst well, that's the worst Put Dumps Up in your mouth for an energy burst Dumps Up! Hundred ninety-eight.
Hundred ninety-nine.
Two hundred.
That must be the pizza we ordered.
Pizza? I'll get it.
- Where's Pickle? - Peanut! Whip that body, whip that body Thank gosh you're okay.
Turns out Bloodbeard and his crew like dorkin' around with the carts same as us.
Oh, Bubba, I'm sorry I fell asleep on the job.
Hey, it's okay.
Sorry I got all crazy about the carts.
You're my hero.
Let's just forget the whole thing, get our little babies and go the stink home.
That's a good one.
Now, if you want your carts back, you must defeat me in a head-to-head cart showdown.
Winner takes all.
You're on, nosebleed.
Tim, your wobbly footsie.
Peanut, you and Tim are gonna crash.
Yo, wait a minute.
Pickle, you know what we gotta do? You can't mean Amazing friendship dock! No one's ever landed that move.
We've never pulled it off before.
I believe in you, Peanut.
Thanks, Pickle's hand.
I can't believe me eyes.
Friendship, friendship, friendship.
Pizza's here.
We did it so hard.
I have never seen such beautiful friendship.
I cannot control my emotions.
So freakin' beautiful.
Hey, you okay, baby? You two have proven yourselves to be the ultimate cart riders.
We'll give you these carts back, and return to our boring lives as paralegals, I guess.
Hold up.
Don't be a whiny baby.
I have a better plan.
Hey, my lovelies.
You boys really make me proud.
All my carts are back and safe.
A-plus, number-one work.
America! Good-bye, boys.
I have to visit Mother in the hospital before she croaks.
Hey, fellas, know what time it is? Cart o'clock, fools.
Get your carts shined up, grab a can of Dumps Up The dumps are gonna move you Take a whiff, blast it out The dumps are gonna move you when you dump it in your mouth Dumps Up, Dump, Dumps Up A dump-dump-dumps du-dum-dum-Dumps Up A dum-dum-dumdum dum-dum-dumsies Dump Dumps Up