And then when the police showed up once more, the pickle gang drove recklessly through the Lobby, once a while hitting curbs. They stopped when they reached Cubic Town Center, and, looking left and right, they cautiously entered the town center, only to find themselves cornered by the potato cops armed and ready. But the pickles were taught kung fu, so they easily tackled all the potato cops, and they left again, this time heading towards Farmer's Co-op. But then, when they went to the co-op, a qbee picked them all up, and sold them to the farmer there for 10k recubes, and then
And then the pickle grew up with his owner. They were happy, until the pickle realized, that his owner used the pickles to buy a pickle. It was sheer pickle abuse! He ran away from his owner, crying miserably. He ran through mountains and rivers, hills and plains, forests and deserts, until he stopped and entered the Cubic Learning Center. He curled up on the little cauldron on the 'tools' part of the learning center, still feeling miserable. He didn't know where he should go. He was curled up in the cauldron for days, and his only visitors were insects buzzing around him. One day, he saw two more qbees crossing that part, looking for the cauldron recipe. He gulped, and he tried to slip away, but he realized, he couldn't move. He tried to jump off, but he realized, in horror, that he has... roots! he is growing into a pickle tree! His roots were deeply lodged into the little cracks of the old cauldron, and he couldn't escape. He heard voices. The qbees had approached him. They said,
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One day, he saw two more qbees crossing that part, looking for the cauldron recipe. He gulped, and he tried to slip away, but he realized, he couldn't move. He tried to jump off, but he realized, in horror, that he has... roots! he is growing into a pickle tree! His roots were deeply lodged into the little cracks of the old cauldron, and he couldn't escape. He heard voices. The qbees had approached him. They said,