the pickle inspector


It’s Problem Sleuth day!! I spent most of it working on this GPI print, lamenting over my weird unfixable cursive g’s, and wishing I had my nice camera with me. :’)

It’s about time I do another re-read, so maybe there will be more sleuth doodles in the future? I always find myself coming back to this weird story, permanently cemented in my heart, truly a classic. <3

  • Crowbar: You’ll have to excuse me for a moment, Inspector.
  • Pickle Inspector: Where are you going?
  • Crowbar: I need to find a quiet room in which to practice an ancient leprechaun meditation technique.
  • Pickle Inspector: Oh. Really? What is it?
  • Crowbar: It’s called screaming.
  • Pickle Inspector: Oh yeah– I know that one. Mind if I join you?
  • Crowbar: Not at all.

Problem Sleuth: Is the equipment secure?

Pickle Inspector: Check.

Problem Sleuth: Weapon loaded?

Pickle Inspector: Check.

Problem Sleuth: Did you have breakfast?

Pickle Inspector: What? That’s not on the checklist.

Problem Sleuth: I added it because I care about you.

Pickle Inspector: No, I did not have breakfast.

Problem Sleuth: Unacceptable. Look in your pocket.

[Pickle finds a breakfast bar in his pocket]

Pickle Inspector: Hey, there’s little chocolate chips in this.

Problem Sleuth: Yeah, I’m not an idiot. I know how to trick my best friend into eating his fiber.