see, she's got to see them pickles disappearin' and she's got to see us likin' 'em so much that she'll want to make another batch. oh, andy, i gotta tell ya now, my heart ain't in this. well, it's not so much your heart we need-- it's your stomach. lunchtime! i was fixing your lunch and i went to get some pickles and do you know they're all gone? really? they're gone? i can't imagine where they went. well, i can. i know you boys have been eating a lot lately but i never thought we'd get through all of them. this is terrible. the contest is almost here and i don't have a single pickle to enter. oh, it's all our fault no two ways about it. no, no, i'm glad you enjoyed... we're just gluttons. i'm just ashamed of both of us. ain't you, barney? i've already told everybody i'm going to enter the contest and now i'll look ridiculous if i don't. i guess there's nothin' you can do outside of makin' a new batch. i guess not. hey, that's a excellent idea and ain't you the clever one to think of it. what? what you said about makin' a new batch. i did? yeah, but you'll have to hurry some. oh... uff