24 May 1995
There's a Carnaval going on in Rio De Janiero, Brazil. Home of the best Carnaval in the world with colourful floats and the citizens dress up in majestic costumes. Cucumber and Pickles have come to Rio for their assignment to photograph the contest.
Cucumber & Pickles both find a nearby telephone booth so Cucumber can dial Editor Eddie to tell him that they arrived in Rio and is ready to photograph the Carnaval. Editor Eddie is in his office; as his telephone starts to ring, she picks it up.
Editor Eddie: Editor Eddie speaking.
Cucumber: Hi, boss! This is Cucumber. Pickles and I just arrived in Rio.
Editor Eddie: Ah, It's about time. Now, I want lots of pictures. Especially of the winning costume, Okay?
Cucumber: Leave everything to us, Eddie. Gotta go now! The parade is supposed to start right about now! (Hangs up)
After Cucumber hangs up the telephone in the phone booth, the parade was about to start, but the citizens were all baffled because they couldn't find their parade costumes.
Pickles: Uhhh.. is it me, Cucumber, or do their costumes look a bit.. uhh.. boring?
Cucumber: Um, Pickles, they're not even wearing costumes, they're practically naked.
True to Cucumber's word, the competitors of the parade are wearing nothing but their underwear, bra and panties. A pretty lady named Louisa came running to the photographers to tell them that the costumes are missing.
Louisa: It is the same thing all over again! All the costumes are gone!
Pickles: Really..?
Pickles gawked at Louisa in her bra and panties causing him to get an erection. He did his best to conceal his boner with his thighs so Louisa doesn't notice it. The mayor and the announcer didn't know what to do.
Mayor Pedro: Ah, não, não, não... isso é terrível... esperamos por esse desfile o ano todo... onde podem estar as fantasias? (Oh no no no.. this is terrible.. we look forward to this parade all year.. where can the costumes be?)
Cucumber: Pickles, we've got a real mystery on our hands.
Pickles: A mystery that hardened my penis.
Cucumber: What did you just say?!
Pickles: I said, a mystery that lacked happiness.
Louisa: Shh! Silencio!
Louisa shushed the photographers, because the mayor is announcing some discouraging news regarding the parade. Whilst he is speaking, there's a competitor who is too small to be noticed. His name is Marcos, a mouse who has always wanted to compete in the parade. He's the only one wearing the costume. In the middle of the mayor's speak, the crowd was booing and clamoring. Mayor Pedro was miffed as he heard a voice from Marcos.
Mayor Pedro: Who is talking to me?!
Marcos: I am, Mayor. Do not cancel the contest! As you can see, I, Marcos have a magnifico costume.
Mayor Pedro: (Walks to his partner and murmurs about if he wants to award Marcos, and then walks back) Your costume is indeed impressive, Marcos. So I award you the gold medal for the best costume of 1995. Of course, it's also the only costume of the year.
As Mayor Pedro puts a gold medal on Marcos, he nearly feel because the medal was big for his size, the crowd was booing again.
Cucumber: Something is fishy here.
Pickles: Rigged!
Cucumber: Excuse us, Marcos. May we ask you a few questions?
After what Cucumber said, Marcos said nothing and runs off, leaving Cucumber & Pickles disappointed.
Cucumber: Get back here, dammit! Pickles, I've got a hunch about those missing costumes. After him!
Pickles: When I get a hold of him, I will grab him, and use him as toilet paper and hang him up to dry!
Marcos: (He hops on a float and tells the driver to start the float) Depressa! O desfile começou! (Hurry! The parade has begun!)
Driver: Tem?? (Already??)
Marcos: Sim! Por ali! Depressa! (Yes! That way! Hurry!)
Driver: Sim, Senhor! (Yes, sir!)
The driver has started up the float and it going that direction Marcos and commanded. The citizens were confused along with Cucumber & Pickles. Cucumber whistled out loud to call over a driver of the float to go after it. Cucumber & Pickles hop on the float that Cucumber called over, so they can pursue the float Marcos is on in attempt to catch him.
Cucumber: Quick! Follow that driver!
Other Float Driver: O que?
Cucumber: (Enunciating) Follow, that, driver. Understand?
Other Float Driver: Yes, understand! Jesus.
Pickles: (Sighs and mumbles) Idiots can't even speak American.
Already, the float is running slower than the float Marcos is on. The float Marcos is on is going faster making it difficult for Cucumber & Pickles to go after.
Cucumber: Don't lost him, driver!
Other Float Driver: I'm going as rapido as I can!
Cucumber: Dumb ass.
Louisa: I think he's getting away!
Cucumber: Oh, for Pete's sake! We could chase him faster on foot! This is useless!
It was hopeless for Cucumber & Pickles to chase Marcos on the float. Marcos got away leaving Cucumber & Pickles disappointed, once again.
Pickles: God dammit! We lost him!
Cucumber: How stupid can we get?!
Pickles: What stupid idea do you come up with?!
Cucumber: I didn't know the float would be THAT slow!
Pickles: Slow as your brain!
Cucumber: Oh yeah?! I'd like to see you drive that float!
Pickles: You're lucky I am taking driving class!
Cucumber: You're lucky this mission isn't over!
Pickles: Why are we bickering?!
Cucumber: You're right.. Why?
Pickles: Because Marcos got away! So, we lost him!
Cucumber: Not for long, I still have his picture. Let's find a camera shop and develop this photo as quick as possible!
Pickles: Good idea.
Cucumber & Pickles head to a camera shop to develop the picture of Marcos they took, so they can ask anyone around them if they know anyone named Marcos or what he looks like.
Cucumber: Alright, a perfect portrait of your prime suspect. Now, all we've gotta do is find someone who knows who he is.
Pickles: (Scoffs) That's a tall order. I mean, there are dozens of people here, it's a chance in a zillion we'll bump into someone who knows who Marcos is.
After what Pickles said, A passerby elephant who walked by notices a picture of Marcos in Cucumber's hand. Just to his surprise, he knew who Marcos is.
Passerby: What a nice picture of Marcos!
Pickles: What?
Passerby: Marcos! I know him! How'd you get that picture of him?
Pickles: We took it. We're famous photographers, duh. And how do you know him?
Passerby: He's my next-door neighbour!
Pickles: What?! Your neighbour?!
Cucumber: Can you show us where to find him?
Passerby: Easy, down the street where that orange house is located.
Cucumber & Pickles look to find where Marcos resides so they can interogate Marcos on why he stole the costumes. It is suspected Marcos was behind this debacle. Cucumber & Pickles sneak up on Marcos whilst he is carrying the pieces of costumes in his hands. Cucumber cleared her throat so her and Pickles can speak to him.
Cucumber: So, it was YOU who stole the Carnaval costumes, correct?
Marcos: Costumes? What costumes are you talking about?
Pickles: THESE costumes... on the float, which you also STOLE.
Marcos: Float? What float?
Cucumber: That float, you imbecile!
Marcos: Ohhhhh! This float! (Chuckles)
Cucumber: We're serious, Marcos. We've caught you red-handed. Why did you steal the costumes, huh?
Marcos: I didn't steal them, I only borrowed them.
Pickles: You borrowed them? Yeah, right.
Marcos: Yeah, really.
Pickles: But why?
Marcos: (Sighs) My costumes are beautiful, but every year, no one looks at me, because I'm tiny.
Pickles: What does that excuse?
Marcos: But, not this year! I won the gold medal!
Pickles: Not exactly, you cheated to win!
Marcos: I guess so. I was wrong. Come now, let's take the costumes back to the parade before it's too late!
Cucumber: Well, in that case, we'll give you a hand.
After Marcos confessed his crime, he decides to return the float and the costumes to make atonement for this year's parade. Cucumber & Pickles were on the float, along with Marcos. The float drives back to where the citizens were standing in the first place. The citizens have come running to the float and thought it was Cucumber & Pickles that stole the costumes along with the float. They were all bickering and clamoring.
Pickles: Shut up! Shut up!!
Cucumber: This was all a mistake!
Pickles: We're photographers!
Marcos: Cucumber & Pickles were right! I took your costumes, and I deeply apologise. Here they are again. You must aware the gold medal to someone else, not me as I totally screwed up.
Mayor Pedro: The parade is back on!
Reflecting on Mayor Pedro's remarks, the costumes were given back to the competitors, but they were mixed up. Some of the costumes didn't fit as they were either too big, or too small for their size.
Mayor Pedro: No, no, no! This is all wrong! The costumes are all mixed up!
Pickles: There's no way in hell we'll get this mess straightened out, and get the parade going.
Cucumber: Aside from that, I can literally see that guy's balls when he's wearing that tutu.
Pickles: (Snickers)
Marcos: Wait! Wait! I remember them all! I remember who the costumes belong to!
Marcos starts handing out the costumes to who they belong to. After all of the right costumes were handed out, the competitors have donned their costumes and is ready for the parade. Again, Pickles is looking at Louisa in her costume, once again attempting to conceal his erection. The competitors are happy to have their costumes worn again. Mayor Pedro turns to Marcos.
Mayor Pedro: Marcos, you have committed theft of costumes and the float, but now that you made it right and took responsibility, you are forgiven.
Marcos: Oh thank you, Senhor! I have learned my lesson and will never do anything like this again.
Mayor Pedros: And to make sure no one is overlooked again, there will be a special category from now on, for the smallest, most pequeno costume.
Marcos was awarded a medal once again, but this time, for the smallest and most beautiful costume for his size. The crowd claps and cheers. Cucumber looks at Pickles with a smile on her face after the deed they did together.
Mayor Pedro: Now, let's all dance this samba!
True to Mayor Pedro's word, the competitors start to dance to samba music. Cucumber & Pickles danced as well. Pickles starts showing off some country type dances. Cucumber was impressed by the moves of Pickles' dance moves. Cucumber did the African dance and Pickles was also impressed by it.
After the parade was over, Editor Eddie received photos of the Carnaval leaving him impressed. Cucumber & Pickles are back in Busytown; Cucumber speaks to Editor Eddie over a telephone in regards of their Rio mission.
Editor Eddie: Great pictures, Cucumber. What wonderful costumes! And, and, the samba! How do you do it? (Does a poorly done samba move)
Cucumber: I don't know. All I know is the African dance, and Pickles did the country dance.
Editor Eddie: (Chuckles) I see. Good work, you two. I'll see you soon.
Cucumber: Bye. (Hangs up)
Pickles: I oughta admit, your dance moves were amazing.
Cucumber: Thanks, so was yours.
Pickles: Where did you learn all that?
Cucumber: I thought myself those moves.
Pickles: Crazy, I thought myself those moves, even my daddy taught me.
Cucumber: Was he a country fan?
Pickles: Oh yeah, a BIG country fan.
Next chapter coming...
