Mr. Pickles

Oh, hey! My leg braces!

Hey, my leg... Oof!

I can't... oof... Walk without... ow...

My leg braces!

Oh, Mister...

Good boy!

S02E04 Shevenpucker

Tommy, your breakfast is read... Ooh!

Hi, Mom. Something terrible happened.

Oh, my gosh!

- Hi, Dad. - Huh?

- So, last night... - Morning, everybod...

Ooh!

Everybody stop falling down and listen!

Somebody stole my leg braces.

Sheriff, it's Goodman. The leg braces, they're gone.

- Here you go, Tommy. - Oh.

I wish there was a real superhero around here

to stop crimes.

There was once a superhero... Super Hero Guy.

He lived in that mansion by the cliffs.

Really?

Welp, Sheriff says there's a metal thief on the loose.

Oh, no!

And that's who probably stole your leg braces.

Mr. Pickles, let's find Super Hero Guy

and see if he can get my leg braces back.

Well, this is the place.

Oh, I guess Super Hero Guy doesn't live here anymore.

Super Hero Guy!

Jeeping Jaspers!

No. I'm just Sidekick Boy.

Super Hero Guy is no longer a superhero.

You see, many years ago,

Super Hero Guy and I were at the top of our game.

- Help! - Jeeping Jaspers!

Super Hero Guy!

But then Crime Man set fire to a nursery!

Crime Man strikes again!

Help!

Super Hero Guy!

Saved all the babies. Here!

One of the babies pulled his mask off.

Phil?

He always said a superhero

must never reveal his true identity.

- Help! - I'm here. What is it?!

Phil! Can you carry this milk to the kitchen?

Can you watch my cat this weekend?

Noooooo!

Uh...

Is this story going anywhere?

Yes.

So... that's when he became depressed

and started using drugs and alcohol.

But that wasn't enough.

Only one thing did it for him...

Shoving Super Sour Candy Balls up his butt.

Oh!

I feel super again!

The Germans called it Shovenpucker.

The candy was banned,

but he was still able to buy from back-alley dealers.

When his money ran out,

he started stealing metal and recycling it

so he can get more money for his Shovenpucker habit.

He keeps trying to break in to our old cave

and strip our gadgets for metal,

so I installed this security system.

Only my hand allows access. Come on!

Whoa!

Look at all this cool stu... oof!

We were always at the forefront of crime fighting technology!

The portable phone!

Calculator clock!

Tights for men!

But I've been developing something

Super Hero Guy doesn't even know about yet.

Steel robo-suits!

They give you super strength.

Wow! What's that?!

That's just an electrical outlet.

Cool!

Oh.

But how do we get Super Hero Guy to be a superhero again?

Poggly joggerfiffles!

He won't go to rehab.

He's just too addicted.

I know an idea.

Gimme, gimme, gimme!

Gimme, gimme, gimme!

Huh?

M-m-m-metal!

Me-me-metal!

Get back here.

Metal! Get back here, metal.

What? What?

- Mr. Super Hero Guy? - Huh?

Even though you stole my leg braces...

you're still my hero for trying to save yourself.

Oh.

I promise to get better

so I can be a superhero again.