Mr. Pickles

Dad's gonna kill you

if he finds out you took his autographed pin.

Let's see how far

we can shove it down our throats. Cool!

You only got 4 inches.

Help me push it in further.

Okay!

Hi.

Can I play with you guys?

Hey, it's that crippled loser. Get him!

Oh, Mr...

Mr. Pickles!

Tommy?

The bullies beat me up.

Who are the bullies?

The Blorpton boys.

Well, son, it's time I teach you how to fight... Aah!

And stand up for yourself like a man!

No! Okay. Sorry.

Violence isn't the answer.

I'm sure if I drive Tommy over there,

we can work this out peacefully.

But every time you drive my truck,

it gets damaged.

Why don't you get your old bike from the barn, huh?

We're here.

Hi. I'm Beverly.

And this is my son.

Hey, what's that loser doing here? Yeah, loser!

Oh, uh, we brought you some muffins because...

What? You think I can't feed my own family?

Lunch is ready, boys!

Oh, great, I'm starving. Yay!

Hey, no teeth!

Uh, aren't your kids a little old to be nursing?

Are you judging me?

What the hell do you want anyway, bitch?

Oh. See, our sons got into a little fight, so I...

Is this true, boys?

Yeah. Yeah.

We kicked his ass.

And he's still walking?

If you're gonna beat somebody

up, take them all... the... way... down.

- Stop! - Huh?

Hitting them won't solve anything.

First you judge me, then my husband?

No, I... You think you can be a better parent to our kids?

Well, take them. What?

Yeah. We hate our kids.

Come on, bitch. Let's go bowling.

But, Oh...

Uh, no, wait.

Now what?

Hey!

Boys, boys, boys!

Boys, behave!

I know what will calm you boys down.

Who wants sandwiches? Great, I'm starving.

No!

We want milk!

No! Oh! No, stop!

Let's see if the old man

has any milk in those man boobs.

Beverly, I can't believe you took these hooligans in.

- Hey! Get off of me! - Feed us old man.

Their parents went bowling and just left them with me.

Aw, he's all dried up.

Boys, how would you like me

to take you back to your parents, huh?

I'll go find their parents.

Stop that.

You boys need a spanking.

No. I can handle this.

Tommy, go get some toys they can play with.

- Okay, Mom. - It's okay.

We brought our mom's toys. Mom's toys!

Sword fight!

Boys, get back here!

A 7-10 split, that shot is impossible.

You can do it, Sheriff!

Hey. What did you do that for?

- This is our lane. - Yeah!

Do you know who you're messing with?

Yeah, pussies.

You ain't bikers.

You don't even ride motorcycles.

Uh, we used to, but they're too dangerous.

Yoink!

Aah! I hate bullies.

Easy, Louie.

Leave the Blorptons alone,

So you're the Blorptons?

You need to come get your kids from my house.

We don't want them. Yeah!

Why don't you bowl for it?

Loser keeps the kids.

What? That's ridiculous.

What's the matter? Chicken?

Bock, bock, bock, bock, bock, bock, bock, bock.

Chicken noises, huh? That'll never work on me.

Bock, bock, bock, bock, bock, bock, bock, bock, bock.

Chicken.

- Stop! - Sword fight!

- No! Don't stab me! - Get him!

No! Please stop!

Let's use the toys on Tommy...

No! ...the way Mom uses them on Dad.

Yeah!

No!

Boys.

What is it gonna take for you to behave?

Maybe some milk.

Milk, milk, milk, milk.

Stop.

Isn't there anything you boys like to eat

besides milk?

No.