[ Grunting ]
At last, the Cave of the Gorzoth.
Now I can open the door to the riches of the ancients.
Yes, but first, how about a visit to the gift shop?
What?
Guarding the Cave of the Gorzoth doesn't pay much,
so I've got a little side business going.
Key chain? T-shirt? Corn dog?
What? I don't want a corn dog, you idiot.
I want riches!
Oh! My Gorzoth!
Oh, no!
Aah! Ooh!
My Gorzoth!
♪♪
Mm. [ Hums ]
-So -- -Hi!
-Aah! -Morning, Goodmans!
I got lots of products today.
-Sorry, Linda. -Huh?
Things are a little tight for us right now.
And we're not the only ones.
Well, I'd better get off to work.
Don't buy anything, dear, or I'll kill you.
[ Chuckles ]
Ah. Anyway...
I got a fish tank,
this baseball glove, and this shiny thingy.
-$2 each. -Huh.
That looks like it has something to do to with Mr. Pickle--
-[ Barking ] -No, I saw it first.
I'll take it, whatever it is.
-It's a ball. -What?
-Come on, ball. -Tommy.
Let's go play ball. [ Laughs ]
Anyway, all proceeds go to help the homeless.
Really? Then I'll take it.
Anything to help you get a home.
Wait, what? You think I's homeless?
-Oh! -What? Um...
Oh, why would you think I'm homeless?
Oh! Oh, I didn't know
you had so much money.
You hurt my feelings, Ms. Goodman.
I'm sorry. Cheer up.
How?
Well, buying stuff always cheers me up.
Buying stuff? I like that idea.
Come on, girl. We're going shopping.
♪ I just [ Both laugh ]
♪ Wanna have fun
Ah! ♪ Fun, fun, fun, fun
Ooh!
♪ So let your hair fall down
♪ Today we do what we want
♪ We're gonna soak up the sun
Whooo!
Ew!
Ooh. [ Laughs ]
♪ We've only begun
[ Laughing ]
[ Both laughing, cheering ]
You right, Ms. Goodman. Buying stuff cheered me up.
I am so glad.
Uh, where are we?
[ Grunts ] Linda, you got some money for us?
-Sorry, I spent it all. -Would you like some food?
Oh, that'd be gre--
No! We want...
money.
-Money. Money. -[ Grunting ]
Linda, why are these homeless people attacking us?
Aah! Get off of my car!
[ Both screaming ]
♪♪
Whoa! Run, Ms. Goodman!
-Aaaah! -Money.
Money!
Lost -- Gorzoth.
Will open door and give you -- no -- me riches.
-Yay. -Afternoon, Mime.
What's up, Blade? What's up, Mr. BoJenkins?
Hey, Sheriff. What's with all the snacks?
With the economy so bad, I'm eating all I can
just in case the town runs out of snacks.
No, these are my snacks, Floyd.
-Aw. -Whatever.
-Excuse me. -Oh, what's up?
You seem to know everybody in this town.
Yeah. I'm looking for a trashy woman.
[ Chomping ]
Oh, yeah?
Yes, trashy woman -- Do you know her?
Hum. [ Chomping ]
Do you know -- Do you know her?
Hum. Hum.
[ Slurping ]
Quit eating snacks and answer the question, you idiot!
Ah! My snacks!
You're under arrest for snack-ery.
No!
Linda, what is going on?
Money!
[ Both scream ]
Money.
[ Both scream ]
Money.
This way, Ms. Goodman.
Linda? Oh!
Oh! Linda?
Linda, where are you?
Aah. Aah. Oh!
Huh?
Uh, Linda, where are we?
This my home.
-Money. -Money.
Money.
Linda, your home is so...interesting.
-Ohh! -Shh.
Oh. Hi, Linda Jr.
Welcome to our home, Mrs. Goodman.
-[ Moaning ] -Oh, Linda, what's wrong?
Every day I give all the money I make to the homeless.
-Really? -And today I failed them.
-Shh. Mama. -Money.
Money!
See, many years ago,
a man asked me to help him tie his shoe,
but I didn't, so he tripped and fell.
-Oh! -That is sad, but --
He fell through the glass of a shark tank.
Them sharks ate 5,000 people to deeeaaath!
-Oh. -Shh.
Ever since then, Mama Linda only feels good
when she's helping people.
Wow. You were in a band?
Oh, yeah. I play good.
[ Drums playing ]
-Linda's in here. -Aah!
-Money! -Oh, no!
-No, Tommy. -Ball, ball, ball.
Give that to me. Tommy, please.
-[ Laughing ] -[ Barking ]
No, Mr. Pickles. It's my ball.
Tommy, it's not a ball. I think it's a head.
Well, you can beg all you want, Grandpa,
but I'm not gonna give you head.
Say, what? What the hell's the matter with you?
-Creepy-ass old man. -What?
-No. I-I didn't mean -- -[ Laughs ]
No, Tommy!
Oh, no, no. Get off of me, son.
Together: Money! I wanted to help you homeless peoples,
-but I spent all the mo-- -Money!
[ Screaming ]
Get back, homeless people.
Come on. We be safe in my bedroom.
Oh, wow.
Your bedroom is actually really nice.
What's wrong with the rest of my hou-- Aah!
-Money! -Maybe we can help you get jobs.
Oh, yeah. I'll take a jo--
-We don't want jobs. -Get her organs.
Yeah, we'll sell 'em for money. [ Laughs ]
Together: Organs. Money.
Linda, help.
Ah! I got someone to help again.
Oh, good.
-Hey, homeless. -Huh?
I only wanted to help you.
But now I got to help Ms. Goodman!
[ Grunting ]
♪♪
Mama Linda, our escape route.
Oh.
-Aaaaaaaaaaaah! -Whoooooa!
-Ugh! -Oh!
-Sheriff! -Oh, what's up?
The homeless, they're after us.
Ms. Goodman is a murderer.
-What? -Oh, yeah?
In you go with the other criminals.
Linda, I don't understand.
Now you're safe from the homeless forever.
-Wha-- No, I'm innocent. -Uh-oh.
[ Stomach gurgling ] Um, I got to go do some emergency pooper work --
uh, paperwork.
You're the one who took my Gorzoth.
Your what-zoth?
Gorzoth, you idiot.
You know, it's a golden head.
It opens up the door to the riches of the ancients.
Oh, I sold that for $2.
$2?!
Well, if I take you to it,
will you share some of them riches with the homeless people?
Yes. Yes.
Ohh. [ Farting ]
Ohh, boy.
-Tommy, give that to me. -No. No, it's mine.
-W-Whoa! -Oh, Tommy.
-My Gorzoth. -They went in here.
This man will give you riches as soon as --
Mrs. Goodman, you're under arrest for murder.
-Oh, she ain't no murderer. -Oh, okay.
Hey, what's going on here?
-Uhh. -Uhh.
These homeless people's trying to get --
These aren't homeless people.
Huh? That's Mr. Withersby, the doctor.
When the economy crashed,
I needed your extra money to pay for my tanning bed.
What? And that's Mr. Plimpton, the real-estate mogul.
I needed extra money to pay for my body modifications.
Oh, hey, what's up, Jill?
I mean, being an astronaut bought my mansion,
but Linda's money pays for the pool boys.
So, none of y'all is homeless?
Together: Nope.
Wait, uh, I-I actually am homeless.
Here I was, feeling bad, and none of y'all homeless?
I am. Just 'cause y'all can't buy your fancy things
don't mean you can't be happy.
Look at the Goodmans.
This place is a wreck. They ain't got nothing.
-Well, Linda -- -Nothing!
People gots to start learning to be happy with what they got.
Yeah, if these people can be happy with their pathetic lives,
then so can we.
-Yeah! -They do have nothing.
-That's not true. I have this -- -Gorzoth!
Now I shall open the door to the riches of the ancients.
Together: Riches? Riches! Riches, riches!
Hey, uh, how'd you like a job back at the station? Huh?
I got a big case that needs unclogging.
Oh, that'd be great.
Honey, I'm...home?
Hi, Dad.
Everybody, come to my house.
Linda gonna cook up some trash stew.
Wow, first a job and now a meal?
Now if I could just find a nice woman.
Mmm. Maybe I could help.
Sheriff: Ew.
Together: Riches. Riches.
Now, how do I open the door to the riches of the ancients?
Place the Gorzoth there.
Yes.
Or how about a visit to the gift shop?
Key chain? T-Shirt? Corn dog?
What? No, you idiot. I want riches.
Together: Riches! Riches!
It worked. The riches, they're in here.
Huh? Hey, it's just a bunch of heads.
But in ancient times, heads were considered very valuable.
Master, your money's no good here. [ Barks ]
Well, if you insist. One jar of pickles...
That will be...25 heads.
-[ Barks ] -At last, the Gorzoth!
[ Laughs ]
♪ Mr. Pickles
♪ Good boy
♪ Dog
♪ People's best friend
♪ Die
♪ Pickles
Hi Will. Hi Dave.