Mr. Pickles

Hey!

"Astronaut Dolphin Detective" is coming on!

That's my favorite show! Ha ha!

Ha ha, yes!

Captain, the evil space shrimp

has constructed a giant chainsaw spaceship.

He's planning to cut the sun in half.

A chainsaw spaceship?! How does he fly it?

- He controls it with his mind, sir. - Of course!

But why would the evil space shrimp cut the sun in half?

With the sun gone,

he'll be able to keep his nightclub open 24 hours a day.

Sounds like a job for Astronaut Dolphin Detective!

But, sir, you had him arrested

for defecating in the space president's mouth.

Get him out.

S02E06 A.D.D.

Oh!

Oh!

I think I know what you're asking.

And I'll tell you exactly why we paired you two up.

Roberts here is totally by the book.

He's there to make sure you don't color outside the lines.

Buckle up. It's the law.

So, how are you planning on taking out the evil shrimp?

Hmm. The evil shrimp's nightclub is closed.

What?! I can't understand you.

Hey, clean... beep-beep... Your windshield?!

- Beep, beep, beep, hmm? - Take a hike!

Let's go!

We might be able to take out evil shrimp at his mansion.

What?! Hey!

No problem, Dolphin.

Hey, that was my wallet!

What?!

Hold on! I brought a translation device.

Now, what were you saying?

Pbht! Pbht! Pbht!

Darn thing must be broken.

It's not broken, dick face.

- Pbht! - Hey, give me that back!

Sir, no word yet from Astronaut Dolphin Detective

or Roberts, sir.

Thanks for the update.

- Mmm. - I see you're eating, sir.

I ordered some takeout.

Oh. Ah. I am hungry, too.

So I guess I'll just eat some snacks.

Great. Make sure you put the lids back on those snack jars

when you're done.

We don't want space roaches.

No need to remind me.

I always put the lids back on the snack jars.

Well, somebody keeps leaving the lids off.

Well, well, well, it wasn't me.

Hey, speaking of food,

I left my lasagna pan at your place

after your dinner party last week.

Oh.

It'd be nice to have it back.

Sure. Just say the word, sir.

I'm saying the word just by bringing it up.

Mm, you're not exactly being direct, sir.

I want my lasagna pan.

Oh! Good to know, sir.

Hmm. Looks like there's no way in.

What are you doing?

Wow, a visual on the evil space shrimp

from inside his own mansion.

Eerie. It's like he's looking right at us.

Oh! Oh, yeah. You naughty little fish.

Huh?

Hey, baby, want to dance before I head to your club?

Master Shrimp, I must remind you that any distractions

could prove disastrous to your telepathic control

of the chainsaw spaceship.

Hm! Come see me in the champagne room later.

And bring that shrimpy penis.

Now we know we can take him out at his nightclub later.

Maybe you're smarter than I thought.

Pbht!

Hey, what? Why are we stopping here?

Oh, yeah!

Hey, man, let me get some, man!

Let me have some, man. Hey, let me hit that, yo!

Let me hit that, man!

Druggies.

Astronaut Dolphin Detective, we've got work to do.

Well, if it isn't me old friend

Astronaut Dolphin Detective!

For your boo-boo, come inside, brother man!

- Lord, have mercy. - Hey, what?!

Hmm!

You looking for a good time, baby?!

Ugh!

Captain, Deputy!

Astronaut Dolphin Detective stopped at a drug house.

Damn it, Roberts! You need to keep him in line.

I'm sorry, Captain.

Oh, I didn't get a chance to say earlier,

but I very much enjoyed your lasagna

at Deputy's dinner party.

Hmm.

Okay, bye.

What would you like me to do, sir,

drop everything while there's a chainsaw spaceship

heading for the sun

so I can go home and get your lasagna pan?

Mm-mm-mm.

Come on! What?! Doing drugs?!

Oi, oi, oi, oi!

- I should report you to... - Oi!

Be careful how you speak to 'im.