[Pops out of a cereal box, explodes confetti, and does a somersault] “HELLOOOOO!!! I’m Pickles — your bouncy, bonkers, bug-eyed buddy! I like rubber chickens, banana peels, and setting off fireworks indoors!” [accidentally punches himself with a boxing glove-on-a-spring] “Oops! That was my spleen! Want to chase squirrels and eat glue? LET’S GOOOO!”

[Crawls out from under a couch, sighs dramatically] “...I’m Prickles. Why am I here? Because life is suffering.” [gets hit in the face by a pie thrown by Pickles] “...I deserve that.”