So, you all want to know how Mr. Pickles was killed, huh?
Well, that's one heck of a story.
See, it all started about a week ago...
I'd wanted Grandpa for those murders in the bar,
and something told me he was in Mexico City,
which, after some detective work,
I deciphered was probably in Mexico.
I assured the Goodmans I was taking this case very seriously.
Who's a good widdle boy, Mr. Pickles?
Sheriff, I know my dad's crazy,
but do you really think he's a killer?
Old Town has hundreds of unsolved murders.
Good boy, Mr. Pickles.
Grandpa was at the scene of a murder.
Who else could the killer be?
- Mr. Pickles! - Huh?
Sheriff, he's been doing this to Mrs. Prissy Paws.
She's a showdog, not a tramp!
-真不錯 -什麼 不
- Ohh, boy! - Huh? No!
-看看他 -警長 做點什麼
- Look at him go! - Sheriff, do something!
Wish I could help.
But if wishes were fishes, I'd have bigger Grandpas to fry.
And I do. Peace out.
Once I flew into "Meh-hico,"
started asking all the right questions.
I got to go pee-pee.
Donde esta el banjo?
Next, I got to know the locals.
Give me back my picture, you stupid donkey!
Finally, I found somebody with some "Info-may-cion."
You seen this Grandpa?
I sure have. Ha!
Now, let's go for a little ride.
Grandpa convinced me to willingly take him
on one last joy flyde before I took him in.
Give me my gun!
Seemed he'd been looking for some information of his own.
Hey, what's that?
Said he'd learned about some Mexican temple
where he found a map.
The lost city of the Pabanatra Thogonothorox.
If I can find it, maybe I'll find a way
to kill Mr. Pickles.
Geez, you really are crazy.
Oh, really? Look!
What the hell?
Uh, this place gives me the jeebie-heebies.
Just turn yourself in. Last chance.
Okay, I get it.
Great. Let's get you to jail.
No, I get why Mr. Pickles is evil.
See, the Pabanatra was originally a human civilization
known for sacrificing dogs to appease the gods.
But one day, they were sacrificing a dog
named Purzunipher, who belonged to an old witch.
She cast a spell on the kingdom,
and after they killed her dog,
一隻小狗從灰燼中站起 岡茲塔 第一隻惡犬
a puppy arose from the ashes, Gunthztar, the first evil dog.
He gained control of the animals
and with their help, took over the kingdom.
After that, the Pabanatra was ruled
by one dog after another --
Okay, enough about Poonstar and Glib Glob. Let's go.
No, I'm just getting to the really interesting part.
You see, when the evil dogs...
He just went on and on with these overly specific details
nobody would ever care about.
And that's how Mr. Pickles became the last evil dog
and wound up in Old Town.
Time's up, Grandpa.
I'm taking you to jail!
I'm afraid I can't let you leave.
Let me guess. Mr. Pickles turned you
into a centipede, vanished you to this island,
and now you must send that vulture to tell Mr. Pickles
we're here, or he'll torture you --
All right, Grandpa's a little crazy.
No, that's exactly right.
Mr. Pickles did this to me,
because I tried to kill him once.
Me, too. But he's too smart.
-聰明 而且不信任任何人 -任何人
- ...smart. And he trusts nobody. - ...nobody.
- That dog is evil.... - Evil.
I think we're having a moment.
You know, it gets so lonely here on the island.
什麼 不了 抱歉
What? No. Sorry.
Uhh, Sheriff? Can't you see?
Mr. Pickles is evil! He framed me for murder.
Come on. Mr. Pickles is a good boy.
He's always helping me catch murderers around town.
You know, he was my K-9 dog once. We're friends.
So, Mr. Pickles trusts you?
醃黃瓜先生 當然 我們關係可好了
Mr. Pickles? Oh, yeah. We're tight.
Then we can use that to our advantage.
What are you talking about?
Here, the Old Witch's Spell Book.
Nobody cares about some dumb book!
Now, give me back my gun!
You must be careful with this book.
If it leaves this room, the volcano will erupt.
Here! "When the ritual of the Tree of Flesh
is performed on a living soul,
a tree will emit the light of the Zarg-glarg.
Any bodies who enter it will have their living souls
moved from one body to another.
Oh, I can't get close enough to kill Mr. Pickles in my body,
but I could in Sheriff's.
Hey, let me go!
First, he must be slapped in the face with a tuna 100 times.
They did horrible things to me.
Made me eat a sloth's butt that was stuffed with mouse butts.
Tied bats to my eyelids and let a wild boar
lick beetle spit out of my belly button.
Made me say my name backwards while lizards pooped in my ears
and a beaver punched me in the stomach, so on and so on.
But the last thing they did to me,
Ugh, it's hard to even talk about.