The Lair (Mr. Pickles)


 * Grandpa: Huh?
 * Scientist: Please I'm giving you such technology to gas who we could use to destroy the world. Isn't that what you want?

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 * Grandpa: Stop! Don't kill that man.
 * Scientist: Yes. Kill him instead.
 * Grandpa: No. Nobody needs to die. (Sighs)
 * Grandpa: Mr. Pick---
 * Beverly: No, Dad. No more evil Mr. Pickles story.
 * Grandpa: But...


 * Grandpa: Hmm? Sheriff, Mr. Pickles is evil. He just killed...
 * Sheriff: Grandpa, you could any prove?
 * Grandpa: Well, no.
 * Sheriff: You better have prove.


 * Sheriff: You want prove? Well, I know just where to get it. It's gotta be more in to this doghouse. Where does he put those people? Oh, maybe I am crazy. Maybe there is no-- Whoa. Uh, oh. What is this place? Huh? Hey, come back here. I am recording evidence that Mr. Pickles is truly evil. Huh? What is this?
 * Scientist: Together we could use it destroy the world.
 * Grandpa: The animal outfits. Huh? Come back here.


 * Grandpa: Steve's Man House? Huh? Me and Master? Blueprints? What are you up to, Mr. Pickles? Wow. I gotta get this footage to the Sheriff. How do I get out of here? Huh?
 * Dance Instructor: Hello.
 * Grandpa: Are you prisoner down here?
 * Dance Instructor: Oh, I'm Mr. Pickles Dance Instructor.


 * Grandpa: Uh, can you tell which way is out of here?
 * Dance Instructor: Oh, no. You not supposed to be down here. Don't tell him I talk to you!
 * Grandpa: Aah! Aah! Huh? A phone.


 * Grandpa: Sheriff. Mr. Pickles has an evil lair under his dog house.


 * Grandpa: But, I have prove now. I just lost. Just crawl in through the doghouse. Huh? What the? Hey! Give that back! Where are you? There's no way out. What? How did he get all this town stuff?
 * Guy: Get me out of here. Before the baby man comes back for more milk.


 * Grandpa: Hey! My evidence. Give that back. Huh?


 * Sheriff: Whoa.
 * Grandpa: Sheriff, thank goodness.
 * Sheriff: What the?
 * Grandpa: Huh? I don't need prove now anyway.
 * Sheriff: Mr. Pickles is evil. We've gotta catch that Mr. Pickles.
 * Grandpa: Finally.
 * Sheriff: Follow me.


 * Sheriff: Look a ship.


 * Sheriff: Wow. That was a close one.


 * Sheriff: Follow me. I found us a way out. That evil dog is going down.
 * Grandpa: Finally, everyone will see that I'm not crazy.