(upbeat music)
- Lola lunch! Lola lunch!
- Mwah! Thanks for lunch, Lola.
- Mmm, nice to be appreciated,
but if I don't go now, I'll be late for my work out.
See you later!
(door opens and closes)
- Ah, Lola's adobo.
So many good things about it.
Especially that it stops you two
from insisting we risk our lives getting sandwiches.
Sandwiches, from the multiverse!
- You know what would put this lunch over the top?
A pickle.
- Oops. I just ate the last one.
(gulps, chuckles)
(chuckling)
- No! I know that look!
(together): To the tub!
- Ugh!
Can't we just go to the grocery store?
Pickles are on special! Look!
I clipped coupons! Coupons!
- Grocery store?! How about we take a vote?
Exciting pickle run in the multiverse or...
grocery store.
- No! When you do this,
you always outvote me!
(upbeat music)
Ahh!
- Okay, buddy, I hear you.
To make it fair, let's take a vote
on if we take a vote.
All in favor of voting? (grumbling)
- Ooh! And all in favor of the fun multiverse
over the boring grocery store?
(laughing)
- Yeah, yeah, one day you're gonna want my coupons.
The Guava Juice Show! Now with more pickle juice!
(epic music)
(excited shouting)
- Cool! Pickle world!
(laughing) Yeah!
- Honestly, I don't know why this is cooler
than a grocery store.
It's just a bunch of cucumbers fermenting in vats
of lactic acid bacteria.
It's like controlled rotting!
- Well said, friend!
But pickles aren't limited to cukes.
(cackling)
Oh, I didn't mean to startle you.
I am Jay, the King of Pickles!
- Oh, Hi! I'm Roi, this is-- - Oh! A sweet juicy guava!
In the flesh! Oh!
The pleasure is all mine.
- Nice of you to say. And the name's Guava too.
Easy to remember.
- Hmm, it rolls deliciously off the tongue, sir.
Welcome! Please, come select a complimentary
jar of pickles from my vast selection!
- Free pickles? Vast selection?
Waaay better than a grocery store!
- Hahaha! I will take the largest,
most freeest jar in all the land.
(grumbling) - No pickles for you?
I have a perfect sized jar.
- Well, I have some coupons I wanted to use.
Good coupons, too.
- You seem upset. Tell me more.
A pickle for your thoughts, friend?
- Oh, I couldn't possibly bore you with my problems.
It all started when I came into existence...
(sighing) And that's the whole story.
I feel like my friends just steamroller over my ideas
and don't listen to me.
Hey, that felt good. You're a really good listener.
- Ready to head home and chow better-than-grocery-store
pickles, 'lil G? (grumbling)
- Wait! I have a dill-ectable idea.
Guava, would you like to stay here and work with me
in Pickle Kingdom? You'd fit in perfectly.
- Nah, nah, nah. Guava already has a job he loves. With us.
- All in favor of Guava sticking with the job
he already has and loves?
(scoffing)
- Guava? What do you want to do?
Will you stay? It doesn't have to be forever.
Although it could be...
- Thank you for asking and listening!
You know what? Maybe I will stay!
(together): What?!
- Oh! (laughing)
- Haha! But we all just voted for you to come back with us.
- No, you voted! I'm staying.
Here. Take my adventurer's pack.
I won't be needing it anymore.
- But... I don't understand. Why?
- I just gotta do this pickle thing for a while, Roi.
See ya, Jenny.
- Well, okay, but... it's not forever, right?
- Oh, trust me, it's... forever!
(ominous music)
Because Guava's going to love it here! Bye-bye!
(whooshing)
- Okay, okay. There's a thousand things we can do without Guava.
(both): Inky, binky, bonky,
Daddy's bought a donkey.
How many eggs can your cat eat? (sobbing)
- This isn't the same without Guava.
- There is one thing two sad sacks
with broken hearts can do...
- A sad duet? I'm with you, Jenny.
♪ Oh, Guava ♪
♪ We miss ya, we miss ya ♪
♪ And everything looks just like ya ♪
♪ That beach ball, those earrings, this pizza ♪
♪ And we really, really, wish you were here-ah ♪
♪ Don't miss ya, don't miss ya ♪
♪ There's so many jobs that I can do here-ah ♪
♪ This spillage, the labeling, kombucha ♪
♪ No time to think about my old pals at all-ah ♪
♪ We miss ya ♪
♪ Don't miss ya ♪
(gulls squawking)
(grunting)
- Your song breaks my heart, Roi and Jenny.
Remember, you both have very strong personalities
compared to our gentle Guava.
Maybe you two ran over his more quiet feelings?
- Pfft! Impossible! Argh!
(scoffing)
Sorry, Lola. I-I'm a little on edge.
- Yeah. Sorry, Lola. Normally I'd agree,
but this time, Guava straight up told us
he wanted to work with pickles instead of us.
- Oh, they'll get there on their own.
Now, drop another 20 on there.
- Should we try using one of his coupons?
He'd hate for them to expire.
So this is the grocery store.
(both): Huh? (Roi): Whoa.
- I see why Guava likes it.
I mean, look at all these pickles.
Well, you can pretty much pickle anything.
Carrots, green beans, tomatoes...
(gasps)
- Pickled guavas!
(both): Pickled guavas!
- Sweet and juicy. You'd fit in perfectly.
Goodbye forever!
- Ahh! Pickle guy tricked Guava into staying
so he could pickle him!
- To the tub!
(humming)
- Hee-hee! I'm going to call this one "Guava's Surprise."
- Finished weeding the dill! - Oh!
- Did I hear you say "surprise"?
For me? What's going to be in it?
- That's the surprise part.
- Funny, I used to avoid surprises.
But you know, now that I think of it,
we've had such a smooth, uneventful day,
it could be fun to do something a little...
I don't know, wild to unwind?
- Hmm... Oh, I've got just the wild thing!
(laughing) - Vine swinging
over a shark lagoon?
- Or... we can silently sip kombucha
and watch the pickles ferment.
I'll go put together a tasting tray!
- Oh, brother.
- Wait! What would Guava bring?
- I don't know! We never listen to him.
- Why don't we listen to him more?!
Let's just bring stuff!
- Ah, flares! - Pylons!
- Roller-skates! - A wheel of cheese!
- A first aid kit. - A second aid kit!
- A dog sweater. - A 24-piece tea set.
- Coupon book. - Lawnmower.
- Parachutes! - His stamp collection!
- How does he jam so much stuff into this adventure pack?!
- I don't know! Forget that! Use these!
- I don't need Roi and Jenny to have fun.
Extra pulpy multiverse adventurer Guava
leaps from asteroid to asteroid
on the lookout for danger! (squeaking)
Ahh! Pickle rat!
(panting)
(squeaking)
(ominous music) Ahh!
(shouting)
Hello? Pickle rat?
- We're coming for you, Guava!
- Argh! My suitcase is stuck in the weeds.
Why don't these wheels roll? - Give it a good kick!
- Well, hello, visitors. Welcome! Back so soon?
- Cut the friendly act. We know you're sour.
- Where's our Guava?! What have you done with him?!
- Me? Hurt sweet, delectable Guava?
Never! I would never pickle Guava.
- Oh, I never said pickle! Where is he?!
(gasps)
Is that him?! - No!
- You monster!
- Guava! (sobbing)
- Too soon! He was a beautiful fruit!
- That's a melon.
You two really don't know your fruits, do you?
- Help! Help!
I'm getting pickled!
(panting)
- Gherkins, cornichons, kosher dill.
What have you done with him?
- Why would he be in a barrel?
You two are very loud.
Can I offer you some calming kombucha?
(Guava): Help! - Wait. You hear that?
- Help! - I know that sound.
I've heard it a lot. It's Guava crying for help.
(gasps)
- Guava's Surprise?!
- Wa... ter!
- Now, you see, there's a perfectly good
explanation for that.
I was making Guava a surprise batch of pickles!
that's why it's called Guava's Surprise.
It's for him. The possessive S?
- Hu-pah!
- Guava!
- But... that's impossible!
I didn't put him in there.
- Water.... - You expect us
to believe that?! - Wa... ter.
- I-I brought Guava's plate of adobo, but no water!
You want the sauce?
- You brought all that
and nothing to hydrate yourselves?
- What are you doing to him now?!
- Giving him water like he asked.
- Ahh, fresh and juicy again.
Thanks for coming to save me, but you've got it all wrong.
I fell in by accident.
- What? Really? Are you sure?
You might be delirious. - Yes! You never listen.
Thank you for coming.
Can I walk you to your tub, or can you show yourselves out?
- No, Guava. You're right.
Yes, we're loud, and we don't listen,
and we outvote you, but we really, really miss you
and if you come home, we promise to do better.
- Roi's right. We don't even know how to have fun
without you. What do you say? Come home?
- Well... What about Jay?
- To be honest, all this activity
is a little too much for me.
I like being alone with my ferments.
- You know, for some reason,
I actually miss you weirdos too.
All in favor of me coming home?
(together): Yes!
- No! This isn't over.
- Uh...
- Because I hope we'll see each other again real soon!
- I have one question, Jay.
Why do you sound like a villain all the time?
- I'm a little socially awkward.
I don't get many visitors here.
And the ones that do come are never seen again!
(gasps) - Hmm?
- By me.
Because they don't come back.
- Well, I'll come back.
If it's the last thing I do!
- Bye-bye, freshies!
(squeaking)
- Next time, pickle rat.
Next time...
Maybe they can stay for lunch!
(upbeat music)