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It's official.

This is the worst heat wave to ever hit Boopalite.

No kidding.

Oh, it's so hot.

Must turn on fan.

Gotta turn fan on.

Oh,

this is so refreshing.

Yeah. Wait, where's the water coming from?

I'm hot and sweaty like a pig.

Ew!

Pickle me, Tingo. I can't wait to have a pool party.

Yeah, gross.

Pig, what are you doing?

First of all, duh.

Second of all, trying to have a pool party.

Well, you can't have one here.

Yeah, fine.

I'll just have a pool party with my fourth best friend in the whole world,

Old Raisin.

Pig!

I've done it, moms.

I've created an impenetrable fortress.

Then we'll keep that annoying pig out forever.

That's great, son.

Hi,

Mom's raising.

Pig!

Can Angry Old come out and play?

Son, it's your bodacious homie.

Not my bodacious homie, Mother.

Hi, Angry Old Raisin. Want to have a pool party?

Pool party? I don't have a pool.

I'm told to have a pool.

That's a great idea. Let's build a pool together.

What? OK.

You silly little cuckoo chicken squirt. You can't build a pool with a hammer.

You need a wrench.

Now start digging.

You don't dig a pool with a wrench, bone brain. You need one of those, what do

you call them, giant scuba dilly hoo -hahs.

Oh, Raisin, you're the smartest person I've ever met. And the fourth most

beautiful. Huh?

No, what are you doing?

Don't worry.

I'm great at that.

You're bad to the bone.

What's that?

100 tons of TNT to make a swimming pool hole.

You double -silly little cuckoo chicken squirt.

You'll blow up the entire neighborhood for the last time. I don't want a pool

party. Now get out of here, you horrible, horrendous hog.

I've tried everything I could to make you happy, and nothing worked.

Friendship is over.

Great. Because there's three things that I hate.

You, pool parties, and you.

Hooray! I got rid of pig forever.

You

changed your

mind.

We're fourth best friends again.

A pilgrim ghost?

Ye ripped apart our pilgrim burial ground.

Now ye turkeys will be drawn and quartered. First of all, no biggie, but

not turkeys.

Mm -hmm.

Missed me.

Too slow.

I didn't mean to blow up your sacred burial spot.

We were just trying to have a pool party.

Didst thou say pool party?

Yeah. Right, Raisin? No.

I mean, even if I wanted to have one, which I don't, we don't have enough

people. How many people do you need for a pool party?

I don't know, six, seven?

But we only have three.

That's right.

So no pool party.

Hold thy pool party horses.

Ezekiel, Sean Smith, Pocahontas, Herkimer, Winifred, Edric, and Crazy

Yay, yay, yay!

Come and get your pool party on.

Pilgrim Ghosts Desecrated Burial Place Pool Party? That's my favorite!

for throwing the fourth best pool party in history!

No, no, no, no!

My scooter is sinking!

Goat!

I'm so hot!

Even my horns are melting!

More than anything in the whole world, I wish I had a nice, cool, refreshing

cantaloupe.

of cantaloupe.

She said the secret password, cantaloupe. It must be secret agent X

Proceed with the mission.

Did you say nice, refreshing cantaloupe? Why, yes, I did, Mr. Fruit Cart

Salesman who came from the bowels of the earth.

Here you go, but be careful. There are people who will stop at nothing to get

that cantaloupe from you, especially the Jupiterians.

Jupiterians?

Okay.

I'm gonna go now. See ya.

I wish I had a nice, cool, refreshing cantaloupe.

Uh -oh.

Quit messing around and hand over the cantaloupe, you dingbat. But I already

gave it to Agent X -43.

I'm Agent X -43, a .k .a. Nasty Cat, the nastiest cat you ever did see. You gave

that cantaloupe to the wrong person, you nasty little fruit freak.

I've got to get it to the president before it's too late.

Good luck.

Now to sit back and enjoy my delicious, refreshing cantaloupe.

Hey!

Give me that cantaloupe right now.

Hey, what the... Bring it down here.

Oh, that's your own...

Ew,

it's a nasty tarantula.

It's not a nasty tarantula.

It's a nasty man wig, also known as a toupee.

of the galaxy is at stake.

Then with every ounce of my gotitude, I solemnly vow to save the galaxy and

deliver this toupee to the president of the world.

Easy!

Sorry, world emergency. I'm commandeering your ice cream truck.

Fine. I hate this job anyway.

All day in a nice, cool, air -conditioned ice cream truck?

That's got to be the best job ever.

I want to do that.

Hey.

Goat? Banana?

What are you doing here?

I've got to get the president of the planet his toupee. The fate of the

is at stake.

Nice. Careful with the merch, lurch. You don't want this clunky, slow,

refreshing ice cream truck.

You want to get into that bad to the bone boat zone.

Anything for a friend's ruckus!

Here's your traditional chocolate.

And here's your no -fills vanilla.

This wine is way too long.

Huh?

This is the life.

Eating ice cream is... Eating an ice cream?

Hello?

I'd like some Wocky Wode, please.

No Wocky Wode.

Womwazin? Womwazin? No.

No? What flavors do you have?

Ah, flavors.

Baloney Mint Chip, Chocolate Donkey Chunk, Raspberry Beard Wisps, and Cat

Crunch. In other words, the world's worst ice cream flavors. Get out of

You do?

Yes. Do you accept money?

Wow. I can cool my runkus chunks in ice cream and make a runkus load of money?

Sign me up.

I have the chocolate ice cream for sale over here.

Chocolate? Yuck! Boring!

I mean, who wants that when banana's selling flounder fudge chunk, right?

Yeah. That Jorgen Borgen wimpy fruit is stealing all my yosemite!

He's not the only one who can make hipster ronky garbage flavor.

Don't worry.

There's plenty of disgusting garbage ice cream forever.

I have salted sewer swirl and minty ronkis milk flavors.

Yay!

Ronkis milk!

He is messing with the wrong banana!

I'm gonna shove this ice cream scoop down your garbage yard!

What Viking ice cream cone thinks getting knocked into a moon crater can

me? He doesn't know the power of banana.

Viking ice cream cone.

I wish there was some way to put him out of business for good.

Huh?

Sorry,

pal. No speaky hamburger head.

I got it. I'll use Cricket's top secret apocalypse blizzard machine.

No one wants ice cream during an apocalyptic blizzard. No one.

This will put him out of business for good!

I am such a genius!

Oh, damn! Where you sell ice cream when it's this cold outside?

How does it feel to be defeated by banana?

My

flavors

are all melted.

Is that hot delicious bologna mint chip soup?

It is if you're buying. I most certainly am.

A bologna mint chip super sale.

Get it while it's hot.

Okay, Banana, this Viking knows when he's got the strongest whipped cream,

win. No hard feelings, Viking ice cream man.

Have a hot bowl of raspberry beard with soup.

Yeah, delicious.

That sounds yummy.

The whole world's become a frozen apocalyptic wasteland.

Banana, were you messing with my top secret blizzard machine?

What? Oh, how dare you? How could you think that? Now, I...

I thought we were friends.

Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry.

Oh, and also, can I have some bologna mint chip soup?

Mm -hmm.

inside this horrible, horrible place!

Ooh! My therapeutic ongometer!

I forgot I had this! Burgerstein, I can use this to blast our way out of here!

We're saved!

Ooh!

My ongometer!

Where did it go?

Oh, no!

Oh, no!

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Oh, look! It's Fairland, the crazy woman of the woods, and she brought her

family.

Feral Jen and her little bros at Feral Dan.

Can you guys help me find my theropic angometer?

my toupee. It was supposed to be here hours ago.

Yep. We don't want to wait. We would like to see him now. We've been waiting

you. The Martian delegation is getting angry, sir.

They don't know why you're keeping them waiting to make intergalactic peace.

Because I still don't have my toupee.

They'll never make peace with a planet ruled by a bald man.

You know Martians hate baldies.

We'll go to war and destroy each other. And we will control our solar system.

Yes.

Who's doing what with the who now?

We can't wait to make peace any longer.

Show us you're not bald or we will destroy the planet.

Oh, no. What am I going to do?

If you really do have hair, remove your hoodie at once.

Yeah, sure, I can do that. I'll just...

You guys don't want some of our soda pop bottle? No more soda!

Show us your head!

Such

thick,

lush hair.

You're beautiful.

Time to make peace.

Save the day, goat.

You mean frequent agent goat. This is for you.

My very own cantaloupe?

No, the presidential medal of cantaloupe. The nastiest medal of all.

Aw. You guys want to celebrate this amazing moment with a pool party at

Old Raisin?

Yeah. Yeah.

Not yay.

Boo!

Poop party!

Angry old raisins having a poop party!