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Previously on Pushing Daisies:

- I missed you.
- I missed you too.

Can we get on with this, please?

- Think I faked my death?
- You've a better explanation?

- Ned know what you think you know?
- Who knows?

Do you pet him?
If you pet him, he wouldn't be naughty.

- I can't touch him but I pet him.
- With a stick?

More like a handle to a petting device.

- You saved me.
- Mm! Mm.

Ned?

Bedtime
at the Longborough School for Boys...

...was a time for dreams.

Dreams filled with the bliss
that came from a happy childhood.

But on this night, one boy chose
to dream with his eyes wide-open.

Eleven weeks, one day, seven hours
and 41 minutes ago...

...young Ned was living
that happy childhood...

...complete with a lovely home,
caring mother and boyhood sweetheart:

A girl he called Chuck.

But when his mother died, twice,
young Ned awoke to a new reality.

Though he could reanimate
the dead...

...young Ned could only animate
the inanimate with his imagination.

On this lonely night,
he tried to recreate his past life.

But he'd lost his ability to dream...

...and found
even his imagination failed him.

Still, he wore hope on his head.

What young Ned didn't know
was at that very moment...

...the girl he called Chuck
was wearing hope on hers.

They were together,
even if they were far apart.

For unfortunately, the Pie-Maker
could never, ever touch her.

Are you watching me sleep?

No. Sort of. But mainly,
I was just waiting for you to wake up.

And in the process of waiting for you to
wake up, yes, I was watching you sleep.

- You do that a lot.
- It's like watching you come back to life.

- Again.
- Hmm.

Mmm!

Good morning. Oh!

Ah! Ah!

You're not...

How come I'm not...?

Maybe it wears off.
Maybe there's an eclipse. Maybe...

- Oh, my God. Your skin is amazing.
- Stop talking.

Oh.

We're wearing too many clothes.

- I'm still wearing too many clothes.
- You're not wearing any. Heh.

- Oh.
- Much better.

Don't tell Chuck.

- Were you watching me sleep?
- Mm... Yes, I was.

- You do that a lot, don't you?
- Yes, I do.

The Pie-Maker wanted to tell Chuck...

...he liked watching the moment
she waked.

That it was like watching her
come back to life. Again.

So instead he said nothing.

So the Pie-Maker sought
to use Emerson Cod...

...as a sounding board
for that reality...

...which recently included a moonlit
kiss with one Olive Snook.

I had a sexy dream
about Olive last night.

And I'm sure it was influenced
by a reality-based kiss.

By the road. You know?

No way for this conversation
to be anything but awkward for me.

She was wearing a Chuck suit.
In the dream.

What do you think it means?

Dream's your brain processing rigmarole
it couldn't find a place for.

Means you feel guilty
about kissing Olive...

...when you wanna kiss
some dead girl.

I said beyond the obvious.

Olive kissed me.
It was an expression of gratitude.

- Was it a wet kiss or a dry kiss?
- There was a little moisture.

I guess. Oh, God.

That girl dropped a bomb
in your subconscious.

You make it sound so devious.

And it's not.

It didn't mean anything,
Chuck doesn't have to know.

Emerson Cod had a very particular
view on romantic relations.

Some women love like gangsters. They be
like, "You bleeding? How that happen?"

- While they hiding a razor.
- Olive's not a gangster.

Why you think
she's rubbing up on you?

To be nice.

It's an employer-employee
kind of niceness...

...that occasionally
includes platonic rubbing.

Ain't nothing platonic about it.

Oh-ho. Oh-ho.

- You're coming undone.
- I don't wanna touch Olive.

- Not in that way.
- Mm-hm.

In fact, the Pie-Maker
was coming undone.

As he wrestled with the meaning
of Olive's affections...

...Olive wrestled with her own emotions
about the kiss.

So she confessed.

It didn't mean a thing.

It was a friendly expression
of innocent gratitude.

A peck. It didn't even last a second.

In fact, 1001 . See?
It couldn't have been half that.

- Half?
- A third. Maybe even a quarter.

Very brief.

- He didn't mention it?
- No.

- Should he have?
- No.

Olive Snook was saddened her kiss
wasn't worth a mention.

Well, I guess Ned deserves a
friendly expression of innocent gratitude.

- Don't think I'd like it if you did it again.
- Me either.

I mean, I would
but not in this context.

That being said, were his lips soft?

- You don't know?
- We don't touch.

Well, not directly.
Prophylactically, yes, but nothing more.

You don't touch. You don't.

I have been watching you.
I've been paying attention.

- You don't touch.
- We can't.

Which is why you kissed with a food
wrap. Can't get my head around it.

Do you have some kind
of deadly food allergy to Ned?

I'm gonna say yes.
I get swelling, eczema, hives.

- All things to avoid.
- That's the most tragic story I've heard.

Not withstanding the big-ticket items
like genocide and famine.

But tragic nonetheless.

Oh, I don't know.

Really not that bad.

And it wasn't. Yet.

At that very moment,
14 miles due west as a crow flies...

...Harold Hundin was experiencing
something much more tragic. His murder.

Oh...

The facts were these:

Harold Hundin,
a renowned dog breeder...

...and president
of the Papen County Kennel Club...

...was 37 years, 11 weeks, five days,
one hour and two minutes old...

...when he was stabbed multiple times
in his office...

...at the Papen County Kennel Club.

The kennel club offered a reward
for information...

...leading to the arrest of his killer.

And where there was a reward,
there was Emerson Cod.

Hello, Mr. Hundin. We're gonna move
quickly and efficiently...

...so pay attention, this concerns you.

You have one minute
to answer questions.

- Short, concise answers.
- Feel free to elaborate if you need to.

- When do I start?
- 15 seconds ago.

Any last wishes,
would haves, could haves?

I could say goodbye to Bubblegum.

- I have stick gum.
- Bubblegum's my dog.

Hey, if you people are angels,
I would love it...

...if you would surround her
with white light or positive energy...

...whatever it is.
She was a sweet girl.

Yeah. Yeah. White light. Check.
Next question.

- Who stabbed you?
- There was stabbing.

But nobody stabbed me.

Harold Hundin detailed the strange series
of events that resulted in his stabbings.

Before Harold Hundin could stab himself,
he was poisoned.

A puddle of spilled coffee...

...an unfortunately positioned
designer dog brush...

- ...with an unfortunately sharp end...
- Aah!

...and his own tenacity
expedited his death.

I tasted almonds in my coffee.

Real bitter. Exceptionally bitter.

With an intense, charismatic flavor
that could only be cyanide.

- Taste the cyanide?
- A dog could.

They have 1 /6th
the number of taste buds.

Then why you drink it?

I was using an almond-flavored coffee
cream creamer in my coffee.

Maybe it went bad,
but there were no curdles.

By the time I figured
it's poisoned, it was too late.

- Who gave you the coffee?
- My wife.

Oh, honey. How could you?

Now that's gangster love.

"Oh, honey" is gonna get
what's coming to her.

Great. I'll come with.

See that? Simple.

Ask a question, get an answer.

No room for buttscuttle
or misinterpretation.

Oh, thank you, Lord, for simple things
like, "My wife did it."

Ah. Yes. Hey, you find Harold's wife?

All four of them.

That son of a bitch was a polygamist.

Harold Hundin was indeed
a damn polygamist...

...with multiple missis'
of which there were four.

Hilary was his first.

Heather, his second.

Simone, his third.

And Hallie was his fourth
and final wife.

But only one of the Hundin wives
killed their husband.

Wondering why her kiss
with the Pie-Maker went unmentioned...

...Olive Snook attempted
to mention the unmentionable.

Psst. We should clear the air.

- Does our air need clearing?
- Our relations. On the road?

Oh, that. I haven't thought
another thought about that.

- Four wives? That's greedy.
- And intriguing.

Some people like vanilla.
Some, chocolate. Others, Neapolitan.

- I like Neapolitan.
- You'd do as a polygamist.

One woman to have,
one woman to hold.

Why would you do that?

I'd make a horrible polygamist.

Easily distracted.
I wouldn't know where to focus.

Oh, Harold Hundin knew
where to focus.

Found himself the perfect wife,
except she had four heads.

- They were all breeders too.
- They make children for polygamy cult?

Dog breeders.

They make dogs
for their polygamy cult?

Ain't nobody making nothing.

- Which wife wanted to kill him?
- How do you know a wife did it?

- He left a note.
- A note? How mysterious.

- Can I play?
- No.

- Sorry. Emerson doesn't...
- Although...

- I love a good although.
- Me too.

...the same faces show up at different
places asking questions...

...they'll be onto us faster
than you can say monogamy.

Hell, we got four suspects,
we got four faces.

- Yeah.
- Hmm.

Does that mean I get to play?

If you playing, it's like for "play" play.

You ain't getting paid.

And the suspects were these:

Hilary Hundin, owner of Prèt-à-Poochie
Designer Dogwear and Accessories.

She was the first
to join Harold in matrimony.

Hilary Hundin was generally pleasant,
happy and perky...

...but might snap
if teased or surprised.

Pluralizing the marriage
was Heather Hundin...

...a renowned pet psychologist...

...and host of the weekly radio show,
Doggonit.

Simone Hundin
was Harold's third wife.

She pioneered K-18 Obedience...

...where demanding dog owners...

- ...got double from their K-9s.
- Bang, bang, bang.

Like the Jack Russell terriers
she trains and breeds...

...Simone possesses strong hunting
instincts that, if left unchecked...

...could result in deadly aggression.

Harold Hundin's fourth
and final wife...

...was young Hallie,
who bred Labradors...

...and donated them
as Seeing Eye dogs to the blind.

Like her Labs, Hallie was loyal,
friendly and competitively obedient.

She craved human attention...

...but if denied, her competitive
obedience could go horribly awry.

Wait.

We're going undercover.
And by undercover...

...I mean under no circumstances
are you to reveal...

...any factual information
about your person.

- You want us to lie?
- I want you to lie consistently.

We take turns with the dog.

- He has a name.
- Yeah, and you better lie about that too.

Oh. You have a gorgeous selection
of couture.

Pickle loves him some D&G.

He'd like to know
if that comes in green.

Just kidding. He really didn't say that.
Heh-heh.

Hello. I'm Pimento. And you are?

- Ned.
- You had Ned since he was a puppy?

Ned and I have been together
for a very long time.

We're intimate. But it's the appropriate
human-canine sort of intimacy.

- He doesn't respect you.
- He respects me.

- Tell him to sit.
- Sit.

Damn it, dog.
You better sit your ass down.

- Ahem. He don't wanna sit.
- Sit.

You have a very lovely home.

It feels lovely and it smells lovely.
Do you use an air purifier?

It helps with the dander.

Eeh... Heh.

- How did you lose your sight?
- Cleaning out kitty litter...

...I got cat sand in my eye.

- Horrible infection. Very sad.
- I know you're not blind.

- Oh, thank you. I felt awful doing that.
- It was humiliating for both of us.

He looks like a pickle. Heh-heh.

Doesn't he?

Do you always name your animals
after food?

Mm-hm. I used to have a horse named
The Pie in another life.

That's because I wanna be
Elizabeth Taylor, she was pretty.

Then The Pie died.

I just lost my dog, Bubblegum.

I was in shock after I lost my Pie.

The horse, not the food.

And one day I was walking along and I
saw a bakery in the shape of a giant pie.

The food, not the horse.

It was a sign. I don't know what it said
but it was there.

Are you suggesting
I find the answers...

...to life and death
in a bubblegum machine?

Bubblegum's dead? I looked
forward to surrounding her...

...in white light.
Wasn't sure how to do that...

...but I thought at least I could dogsit
or take her for a walk in the park.

- You knew about Bubblegum?
- Harold left a note.

Well, she was everything to Harold.

We all were. We were family.

My sister-wives and me.

You didn't mind...

...sharing?

It's not as if he treated me
like one of so many buried bones...

...he could dig up
whenever he saw fit.

I didn't mean to say that.

I wouldn't be alive
if it weren't for him.

Literally?

I was exaggerating
for dramatic effect.

But that's the way I felt
when we were together.

And if you feel something, it's real.

How did Bubblegum die?

I backed up over her.

Didn't look where you were going?

My husband was murdered...

...and in my panic, I forgot to check
my rear-view mirror.

Clearly, it's not an
affectionate relationship.

Oh. We're very affectionate.

It's just...

...Ned's been having
strange dreams lately.

His paws twitch. He whimpers.
It'd be cute if it weren't so sad.

He may be experiencing stress-related
anxiety due to...

- ...mating issues.
- You're deflecting.

You're avoiding deeper discussion
of Ned's mating issues.

This is making Ned uncomfortable.

Mr. Digby, Ned's merely wrestling
with the natural anxieties...

...of an inexperienced stud.

He's had experience. Some.

Mating isn't just for the betterment
of the breed.

It's for the betterment of the dog.

Passions they never knew even existed
suddenly burst forth...

...allowing discovery
of their true primal selves as they...

She was referring
to her late husband, not Digby.

Excuse me.

Heather Hundin took a moment
to mourn her husband Harold...

...and Digby and the Pie-Maker took a
moment to politely pretend not to notice.

Where were we?

Harold specialized in breeds
like the Jack-A-Poo.

- Jack-a what?
- Jack Russell-poodle mix.

Coll-a-dor. Lab-a-Russell.

It was a niche
but it was Harold's niche.

And the apex of that niche...

...was the creation of the perfect
new breed of dog...

...Harold Hundin named Bubblegum.

So Bubblegum
was a Coll-A-Dor-Russell-A-Poo?

Perfect hybrid of border collie,
Labrador retriever...

...Jack Russell terrier and poodle.

Smart, loyal, athletic and...

...hypoallergenic.

But she's with Harold now.

Sounds like you gave Harold
a long leash.

I never held Harold's leash
or anything.

He wasn't my hound.
I wasn't his bitch.

He liked dogs. I liked dogs.

- So nothing was going on between you?
- What we had was a trained response.

Humans and dogs are the same.

Supply the right cue...

...and they respond accordingly.

The only cue we ever gave each other
was commercial.

So you two just used each other?

Haven't you ever used someone
for commercial gain?

When was the last time
you saw Harold alive?

Right before he died.

I handed him his coffee
and I kissed him goodbye.

The morning he died...

...I gave him his coffee.

I gave him his morning coffee
and it was the last I saw of him.

I said, "Why don't you come by for
coffee? We had some things to discuss."

So he came by
and we discussed those things.

He took his coffee to go
and then he died.

My wife did it.
She had murder in her eyes.

And that murder was couture.

- My wife gave him his coffee.
- So did mine.

No wonder the guy
can handle four wives.

- He's caffeinated.
- I don't think Hallie did it.

- Didn't give me that impression.
- She give him coffee?

She gave him coffee, kissed goodbye. A
confession but still don't think she did it.

There she is now. You can ask her.

That's her. The little one.

- Mr. Digby.
- Hi, Hallie.

- Hi, Chuck.
- Sit.

How did you guys find us?

Looked for the bakery like a giant pie.

- The food. Not the horse.
- We understand Harold left a note.

- Who said anything about a note?
- I said about the note.

"Under" meaning below.

"Cover" meaning the radar, people.
What's so hard about that to understand?

- Sorry.
- Who are you people?

We'll get to that once you get to this:
What kind of creamer in Harold's coffee?

- Soy.
- Heavy cream.

I don't put cream in coffee.

I use almond-flavored coffee
cream creamer.

The police wrestled little Hallie Hundin
to the ground.

To the ground. And she's small.

It was like a lion
taking down a baby zebra.

We were tourists sitting safely in our
camouflaged SUV watching the injustice.

Injustice?
They found cyanide in her coffee.

The baby zebra's being set up. She
breeds helper puppies for blind children.

She's no killer.

- I mean, she's an angel.
- Yeah, angel of death.

Kennel club didn't think baby zebra
was set up, neither did the police.

Hallie looked innocent. Sounds silly
coming from a private investigator.

- Yes, it does.
- As a baker of pies, it's not silly at all.

I look at a pie baking, I know
if it's done or not done.

I can't tell you how I know or why,
but I know.

It's truth from that dark,
deep-rooted place deep down inside.

Pie Hole.

It's for you.

As the Pie-Maker considered
all of the truths...

...he was keeping buried
within his deep-rooted place...

...and far away from Chuck...

Yes, we do. I certainly can. Ha-ha-ha.

Bye, now.

...Emerson Cod considered 25,000
new reasons to reopen the case.

We need to prove Hallie was innocent.

Your conscience calls you?

Those blind kids that Hallie
gave her puppies to...

...put together a "Free Hallie" fund. We
exonerate Hallie, we collect the reward.

You're taking money
from blind children?

I suppose I could pay my bills
with blind-kid smiles...

...but their money is a lot easier.

Everybody's been really nice.

It's not at all like those
prison exploitation films.

You don't need cigarettes, alcohol
or moisturizer to use as currency?

Oh, no. That's my friend, Theresa.

She said she runs the cell block
so I'm protected.

- Sleeps a lot for one who runs a block.
- Hasn't been an easy road for her.

It'll be easier for you once you help us
find who killed Harold.

Hallie, was it Hilary,
Heather or Simone?

It couldn't have been any
of my sister-wives.

We all love Harold too much
to kill him.

Oh, no, it was one of your sister-wives.
Harold said so.

- In his note.
- If you ask me...

- Oh, are you asking me?
- Yes.

It was Ramsfeld Snuppy.
Another niche dog breeder.

But not as niche as Harold.
Snuppy wanted our Bubblegum.

Snuppy wanted to collaborate
with Harold to make super-puppies...

...but Snuppy wanted
all the doggy treats to himself.

He could've easily planted
the cyanide...

...in my almond-flavored creamer.

But murder? For a few puppies?

Snuppy had big plans for her.

The facts were these:

One Ramsfeld Snuppy was the son
of a furniture liquidator...

...and shopping network hand model.

Woof, woof, woof.

How much is that puppy
in the window?

Well, she can be yours
for 12 easy payments of 129.95.

And he went from a single storefront
puppy shop in Frognot, Texas...

...to a nationwide empire
of Snuppy's Puppies chain stores.

For Ramsfeld Snuppy,
money didn't grow on trees...

...it was made in cages.

I was listening to Heather's
radio show, Doggonit...

...she said dog breeding's
harder than you think.

- Looks easy enough.
- No, it's not.

All these hoops
mates have to jump through...

...to see if they're compatible.
Like their smell, their taste.

They have their own kind
of doggy-kissing. Like people-kissing.

You said you weren't gonna tell her.

- I didn't.
- You didn't have to. Olive already did.

For the record,
I preferred to hear it from you.

I didn't tell
because it didn't mean anything.

Stuff happens
that I don't bother sharing.

Yesterday's four-berry pie
was three-and-a-half...

...because I ran out of cranberries.

I didn't tell you that.

You did. You asked if orange
counted as berry.

I said it didn't. No one had to know.

- I liked that you said us.
- Well, we are an us, aren't we?

We're just an us
with special circumstances.

Why do I always have to
be around for this?

Maybe we have to embrace the idea
that sometimes...

...I might have
to hold someone else's hands...

...and you might have to...

I don't wanna kiss
anyone else's anything.

Maybe there's something to this
polygamy thing, you know? Maybe...

- ...one person isn't enough.
- What?

Howdy, folks.

Hi.

What can I do for you?

You're the man to see if we
wanna get a Coll-A-Dor-Russell-A-Poo.

There's a waiting list.
We're behind on manufacturing.

Manufacturing?

We had a little reproductive setback
when the alpha dog got run over.

That doesn't mean
there won't be a super hybrid pup...

...under every Christmas tree.

How do you breed a Bubble that's
burst? Or run over, as the case may be.

Why go through breeding...

...when we can create the perfect copy
of man's best friend every time...

...available exclusively
at a Snuppy's Puppies near you?

I'm gonna clone Bubblegum
from her remains.

All I gotta do
is find some viable DNAs...

...fuse into denucleated egg cells...

...implant the eggs in surrogate dogs...

...in all my nationwide stores
and woof, woof, woof.

More litters of identical
Coll-A-Dor-Russell-A-Poos...

- ...than you can count.
- But Bubblegum wasn't your dog.

Well, she wasn't.

- You the Hundin lawyers?
- Friends of the Hundin wives.

They saw the contract.
They know the whole deal.

I own Bubblegum, dead or alive.

Harold sold you Bubblegum?

Against his wives' wishes.
Probably why they wanted him dead.

But the ink was dry
before Hallie got to him.

- I got what was coming to me.
- Someone I need to see.

You knew Harold was gonna sell
Bubblegum to Snuppy...

...yet neglected to mention it
in our previous conversation.

You think that gave me motive
to kill my husband?

That's exactly what I think.

- You think wrong. Didn't kill Harold.
- Hallie thinks Snuppy did it.

Hallie would fetch a ball in traffic.

- But in this case, she isn't wrong.
- Keep talking.

When Harold came to us, we threatened
to get an injunction as partners.

That would hold up Snuppy's plans...

- ...so he killed Harold and framed Hallie.
- That's one theory.

Another is when you heard
about Harold and his plan...

...you put an injunction on his heart.

Do I seem capable
of that kind of aggression?

You never know what a body's capable
of until you mess with their kibble.

So don't mess.

Ifhe had paid attention while awake...

...Emerson would've found the evidence
pointing toward Simone Hundin's guilt.

Feeling something was amiss
at the K-18 dog studio...

...Emerson Cod's subconscious mind
put it together...

...before his conscious mind could.

Someone, or some dog,
was using Bubblegum's collar.

Emerson Cod's dreams
had gifted him the collar as a clue.

He knew Bubblegum was alive...

...and that Harold Hundin's killer
was indeed still on the loose.

But worse,
he feared he was falling for her.

Oh, that dog is alive.

Alive or alive again?

- The never-been-dead kind of alive.
- Got this from a dream?

Dreams are your brain processing
rigmarole it couldn't find a place for.

Sometimes in that random rigmarole
there's a clue.

Gonna shake down Simone.
Gonna find that dog.

If you shake Simone
and the dog falls out...

Then she's the killer.

Fearing being alone with
the girl he kissed but did not love...

...and the girl he loved
but could not kiss...

...the Pie-Maker decided:

I'll come with you.

This is a solo shaking.

- Hi.
- Hello. Olive.

I know things have gotten
awkward since the...

It was a kiss, and I don't
think our saliva was compatible.

There's no reason to discuss, make
something that isn't awkward, awkward.

Olive pondered
the black mark on her relationship...

...with the Pie-Maker she feared
was inked with a permanent marker.

I really screwed the pooch, didn't I?

Your order for Pickle came in.

That order was placed
under false pretenses.

Fortunately, your credit card was real.

Well, happy birthday to Digby.

And congratulations to you too,
I suppose.

- For what?
- I heard plans for cloning Bubblegum.

Guess you'll be getting
your baby back after all.

Snuppy can clone Bubblegum?

Well, it has to do with DNA
and nucleuses...

Well, I was never very good
at science, but yay.

- Yay.
- Heh.

At the K-18 Obedience Center...

...Emerson Cod believed
he had found the real killer.

Why is it Bubblegum's collar
moves every time I come here?

I'm thinking it's because you can't
walk a dog without a collar.

And guess what else?

You can't walk a dead dog.

So I'm only gonna ask you this once:

Where's Bubblegum?

You've got me. I've got her.

If you knew, you'd assume
I killed Harold to keep her.

Yeah, adding up to be more
than just an assumption.

I can say I didn't kill
my husband many times.

For measure, I didn't kill my husband.

You can say it all you want.

Only thing I wanna hear is the
clickety-clack of Bubblegum's paws...

...as you bring Exhibit A on out here.

You seem more concerned about
Bubblegum than who killed Harold.

Stop playing and go show me
that super-dog.

It's time for her walk anyway.
I'll go and fetch my coat.

- Grab her collar from the pedestal there.
- Okay.

Simone Hundin had been
subconsciously training Emerson Cod...

...who had a strong desire
to do as she commanded.

Bubblegum, heel.

This will go a lot easier
if you cooperate.

Umm!

- Who do you think you're playing?
- I'm asking the questions.

How long you been working
for Snuppy?

I don't work for Snuppy.

Blind kids with much money paid me
to exonerate your sister-wife Hallie.

Don't believe you. He hired you
to see if I faked Bubblegum's death.

- Why would he do that?
- He can't clone a dead dog.

He can.
You gave him everything he needed...

...when you handed him
Bubblegum's ashes.

Only they weren't Bubblegum's
ashes, were they?

Bubblegum, go hide. If you'll excuse me,
I have some leftover business to handle.

- And a funeral to attend.
- As long as it ain't mine, I'm cool.

That remains to be seen.

Emerson Cod's hatred of the dark...

...began after a childhood prank...

...in which he was locked
in a washing machine for two nights.

Finding himself similarly trapped,
his adrenaline levels skyrocketed...

...to a height in which near superhuman
strength was achieved.

Yah! Uh-oh.

Yeah, that's gonna bruise.

Hey, my wife
is gonna kill Ramsfeld Snuppy.

She's not my wife.

Simone, the wife...
You know what I'm saying. Come on!

- Don't think it's almond latte.
- You think it might be cyanide?

Why can't it just be simple? Easy?

He says, "My wife."
How hard could that possibly be?

Hallie didn't do it, she's behind bars.
Must have been Simone.

Might not be Simone.

Simone was hiding Bubblegum,
she chloroformed you and tied you up.

I'm not even gonna mention
the ball gag.

That's gangster love.

See, that's what's rubbing me.

If she was gangster,
she'd have busted cyanide in my ass...

- ...the minute I sniffed out her dog.
- Why don't we just ask him?

Ahhh... Phew.

Stop! About to take another trip
down Pointless Creek.

Okay, maybe Simone did it,
maybe she didn't.

Harold never saw who slipped
that poison into his coffee.

And Snuppy probably didn't either.

People are like dogs.

They run when they're guilty.

And Emerson Cod had a plan...

...for how to get their guilty dog to run.

All right, let's get him ready.

- Here.
- One last touch.

Without touching him.

Would you prop him up?
He look like a wino on New Year's.

Ah.

Digby, stay.

Over there.

- Get out of the way.
- Oh, certainly.

Sit.

And now Harold's sweet wives
would each like to say a few words.

Harold was...

...one of a kind.

Kindhearted, sweet...

Sweet smile, full of the endless love
of championing...

Champions.

He was at the forefront of the breeding
world, and the forefront of our lives.

He will be dearly missed by all.

All right, on my mark.

Mark.

That means now.

This wouldn't be my funeral, would it?

You're supposed to be dead.

- Ahh! Ah!
- Oh! Oh!

You got a mint?
I got the nastiest taste in my mou...

Ooh!

- Take care take of that?
- Yeah.

Thanks.

Sic her, boys!

Aah!

Oh!

The facts were these:

When Hilary became
Harold Hundin's one-and-only...

...she thought she had the dream life.

But adding three more one-and-onlys
was Harold's idea of a dream life.

She found new satisfaction
as herpentagonal union...

...produced the world's
most perfect dog, Bubblegum...

...who was truly one of a kind
and the child she had always wanted.

But Harold Hundin had otherplans
for Bubblegum.

She'd be brought to living rooms
everywhere...

...via the nationwide chain
of Snuppy's Puppies.

Everyone, he believed, deserved
to have man's best, best friend.

However, when he told his first wife
Hilary of his plans...

...to clone theirprized pup,
her reaction was anything but perfect.

He had made his decision,
Harold told her.

Bubblegum would be the canine
of the future.

So Hilary made her own decision.

Refusing to subject her baby
to the same torturous...

...shared existence she had been
cursed to live, Hilary poisoned Harold...

...and framed Hallie to take any fall...

...knowing good Hallie served,
but did not drink, caffeine herself.

Careful, sweetie, it's hot.

But what the Hundin wives learned
upon their husband's death...

...was that Harold had already
signed the contract.

Snuppy owned Bubblegum,
dead or alive.

Snuppy can clone Bubblegum?

For Hilary, hearing from Olive
that Snuppy could clone the child...

...she thought deceased
was too much to bear.

Over his dead body, Bubblegum
would remain unique at all costs.

What Hilary did not know...

...was her multiple murders
were for naught.

As sister-wife Simone had secretly faked
Bubblegum's death the same morning...

...Hilary took it upon herself
to poison their husband.

If you weren't guilty,
why'd you act like someone who was?

Bubblegum.
Way to kill his deal with Snuppy...

- ...kill Bubblegum.
- You faked her death.

Snuppy threw you a curveball
with that contract...

...that said that Bubblegum
was his, dead or alive.

That was a surprise. I didn't know
he could clone a dead dog.

He was surprised
when he discovered the ashes...

...I turned over were nothing
but a rat Bubblegum caught.

Slick.

You don't know slick.

Mm-hm.

I wish I felt more heroic tackling
a woman half my size.

You brought her down.
She was your zebra.

Or the lion who had the
baby zebra in her maw...

...and you were the crocodile
from nowhere.

I don't like being a crocodile...

...but I guess so long
as the baby zebra got away.

I'm gonna hug Digby
and pretend that he's you.

The Pie-Maker was saddened...

...that Chuck could hold Digby,
while he had no one...

...save the waitress...

...who he now realized
he did not want to hold.

Not in that way.

- Olive?
- Still here.

I'm sorry I've been avoiding you. And I'm
sorry I said our saliva wasn't compatible.

I'm a big girl. I'll be okay.

I know you will.

Will you?

How will you ever know if your saliva is
compatible unless you "kiss her" kiss her?

I already know.

I think I know. No, I know.

Or I will know.

Just takes time. Heh.

Time can take forever.

I hope you and Chuck make it work.

I really do.

But if you can't...

...I hope it doesn't take forever
to figure that out.

I just want you to be happy.

And Olive did...

...though she was not yet ready
to let go of the hope...

...that her perfect Pie-Maker's
perfect happiness might lie with her.

- Good night.
- Yeah.

As the Pie-Maker pondered the hand
that he just held...

...he began to understand the many
different forms love could take.

Each one precious in its own way.

Oh. Thanks.

Though some
were more unique than others.

You're the only one for me.

I know you feel that now...

...but there are things you want.

- There are things we both want.
- Everyone wants stuff.

We wake up every day
with a list of wishes...

...and maybe we spend our lives
trying to make those wishes come true.

But just because we want them doesn't
mean we need them to be happy.

What do you need to be happy?

You.