Dilly Comes to Town Endangered Species

# Let's go on an adventure.

# That isn't very wise.

# I love you guys! #

Whoa!

Argh!

Whoa!

# This is getting crazier

# Feels like we're endangered...

# Species. #

Mm.

Yum.

Wow. Merl sure loves to clean.

Merl?

The cleaning, she fills me with the joy.

But I am not the one who does the cleaning now.

Flabbergast.

I am not understanding either.

The Pickle doing the cleaning and not the messing.

Ay, ay, ay!

This is the dreaded Day of the Opposites.

Up is down, left is right, Gull is smart.

Save-o me-o.

Relax. Opposites Day isn't until last week.

I'm cleaning cos my cousin Dilly is coming over

and I want to show her the best time ever.

And the most dangerous, yes?

Dangerously bestest ain't bestest enough.

It has to be perfect.

Dilly is my coolest, smartest, richest, most nicest cousin ever.

That's us at the beach.

And that's us playing choo-choo trains.

And that's us at the pinata party.

Weird. Don't remember that one.

This Dilly, she seems...

Like a better Pickle.

A better Pickle I've been trying to impress my whole life.

-ENGINE APPROACHING

-Ooh, she's here. Act natural!

But better!

There she is. That's her private jet

taking her to her private helicopter,

taking her to her private limo,

taking her to her private pony,

taking her to her private piggy back rider,

taking her to... Hi, Dilly!

-What a dump.

-Oh, thanks, we try.

Everybody, this is Dilly,

the awesomest cousin in the world.

Pleased to meet you.

Uh? I've seen toilets cleaner than that.

Again with the compliments.

You. Luggage. Now.

Ay, ay, ay!

The spine, she snaps like the hard-shell taquito. Que?

The couch, she is new, yes?

I don't sit on used cushions

so I had a new sofa delivered.

You're welcome.

See how generous she is?

Well, yes, but...

I'm so glad you're here, Dill.

I've got so much stuff planned.

We have to set the awesome alert to Defcon Wow.

-Oh, yeah!

-Wow(!).

So, are we hanging the Who's Who of the Woodlands?

Cos that's what all the cool bunnies do.

Well, yeah, of course, but instead of the Who's-a Who's-a

we've got Merl and Gull here.

And instead of hanging out

we're going to have super, mega, extreme fun times in the stump!

Whatevs. Impress me.

Ready, set, go!

PICKLE LAUGHS Whoo-hoo!

Whee!

Wanna...

try?

Oh, so lame.

Cars are for people too poor to teleport.

Do not worry, Pickle.

I have the ointmento for the skids of the butt.

Ooh! Do me! Do me!

Head bowling? Whoo-hoo!

Dilly sure knows how to have fun.

Yep, first peppers.

Ha! Finally you have soured on the Dilly

and you plan to take her out with the pistola, yes?

I will help.

What are you talking about, Merl?

I'm going to play paint blast battle with Dilly.

She's going to love how I've turned the stump into a war zone.

Indoor paint blast! Pew, pew, pew.

Oh, man.

GULL WHISTLES

How are you doing, sailor?

-Ain't this fun?

-Totally fun.

If you're, like, totally lame.

No-one fights their own wars any more.

BOOM

War won. You're welcome.

Mm. Hey, you're right, Pickle.

Dilly is way better than you.

Yeah.

Oh, no. The Pickle, she is doing the cooking

and as usual it smells...

..fantastico.

I've got to step up my game to impress Dilly.

Mm. Surest way to bunny's heart is through her stomach.

Pickle, I am loving the cooking and the cleaning,

but I worry, yes.

The Dilly, she is doing the changing of you.

Sorry, Merl. Can't hear you over my desperate need for approval.

Grog!

GULL MAKES BUGLE SOUND

Thank you, sir, may I have another?

Hope your taste buds got spacesuits

cos they're about to blast off.

Hm?

Oh! She is a masterpiece.

It's like there's a party in my mouth.

Oh, wait.

Those are cavities.

Cavity party!

Ugh. It's just so home-made.

Lame.

Ta-dah.

Is that salad?

-It's fancy.

-Leaf carpaccio

from the hottest bistro in town.

You're welcome.

What? The masterpiece.

Pickle, why you let the Dilly do the doing of this?

Cos she's always right.

This must be way better than my stew.

Since Pickle failed to impress, like always,

I'll be taking over the fun activities now.

No!

Where is the chaos and the screaming?

It's not allowed cos Dilly's turned the stump into a silent disco.

Pretty cool, huh?

Si. The quiet, she is surprising and beautiful.

Sorry, man, I don't see your name on the guest list.

I am no guest, for this is the house of me.

-TILL RINGS

-Does someone need some hush money?

This squirrel that is me cannot be silenced with the dineros.

Whatevs. Everyone has a price.

KNOCK ON DOOR

It's...

The biggest, antiqueiest nut money can buy.

Now let's have a little less talkies

and a little more put a sock in it.

-OK?

-Uh-huh.

NO MUSIC

I've never seen everyone so happy.

I guess they don't need a fun failer like me hanging around.

What is this?

Pickle, so full of the sorrow.

But the stump, she has never been more nutty.

Ah! Nuts to the nut, for nuts are nothing compared to the Pickle.

Lo siento, mi nut amor.

(Remember me always.)

PICKLE CRIES

Pickle, for why are you doing the corner sitting?

It's fine, Merl.

Dilly's just better than me.

At being a big meanie.

Take that back!

Dilly's not a mean.

-She's awesome.

-No!

The Dilly, she is el terrible.

She has squeezed from you the juice of the life.

We need to fill you with the Pickle juice again.

And we will do that by doing the things that you love and I hate.

Really?

You'd do that for me?

-Si.

-HE SIGHS

PICKLE LAUGHS

Muy impresserioso.

Now, let us never do anything this dangeroso again.

BOOM

MERL CRIES

Look out, sanity! Pickle's back!

Gull!

-I'm a foot stool.

-No, you're not.

And neither am I.

Merl taught me I don't need your approval, Dilly.

-Really?

-I'm every bit as good as you.

As if.

You could never be as cool, rich or sophisticated as I am.

No, but I've got something way better.

Friends who love me.

I could buy your friends right out from under you.

No, you cannot.

These friends, they are not for the sale,

unless you have another prehistorical nut.

No?

Then not for sale!

Whatevs. This place is lame anyway. I'm out of here.

OK. But before you go,

-Merl...

-Si.

The Dilly,

she shall enjoy the Pickle super, mega, extreme fun time after all.

FYI, I'm taking my stuff, including the couch.

Do I smell a button? Ooh.

Boop.

Hey. Uh, like, whatevs!

Did Dilly leave without me?

How rude.

-You know what, she is not better than you after all.

-Nope.

I'm the best bunny here

and I owe it all to Merl.

Ah, it was, how you say, nothing.

We've got to celebrate!

Rock and rollercoaster rides are on me.

No, no!