Alright, fellas, crime is up.
We need to keep it not that way.
Dispatch, set up a sobriety check point.
Goodman, go undercover as an illegal,
gun-selling prostitute.[ Door opens, closes ]
And, Momma...
Momma? What are you doing here?
You forgot your bath this morning!
[ Stammers ]Now get over here and let Momma wash you.
Momma, I'm at work!
Now, now, get that sass out your mouth
and put some puddin' in it. Ohh...
Mmm-mm! Nom-nom-nom-nom-nom!
[ Snorting ] That's Momma's good lil' Puddin' Pig.
Reach for the sky!
[ Snorting ]
[ Laughs ]
♪♪
♪ Run around town
♪ Stealin' and killin' is how I get down ♪
What?
♪ Well, you better be aware of somethin' ♪
♪ 'Cause Momma named me Sheriff ♪
♪ Yeah, Momma, they got it ♪
♪ Momma, and don't forget it ♪
♪ Oh, no, I better go
♪ M-O-M-M-A named me
♪ Momma named me Sheriff
♪ My momma named me Sheriff
[ Snorting ] [ Laughing ]
Okay, you're all done.
Thanks, Momma.
Now lemme get back to work, okay?
First you gotta give Momma some sugar.
[ Smooching ] Momma, not in front of the guys.
Okay, kissy time!
Mwah! [ Giggles ]
Alright, now, where were we?
Uhh, what was that?
What?You know, y-your Momma and -- and the pudding.
Yeah, your relationship is straight weird, yo!
What? Naw.
You give in to her crazy demands all the time!
Like when?
She just gave you a sponge bath at work!
Oh, right, yeah.The next time Momma tries to control you,
you need to stand your ground!
That's right, you a grown-ass man, yo!
I am a grown-ass man, yo!
"That's right, Sheriff. Now go show Momma
who can change his big boy pants all on his own."
Yeah...
And then Mr. Tomatoes was killed.
But was he really dead?
Well...[ Door opens ]
Lights-out time, you two.
Nooo! What?!
I'm a grown-ass man!
And I get to say when lights go out --
I'll do anything you say, puddin'.
[ Snorting ] [ Giggles ]
Ah, I can't stop!
Ahh! Ohh!
It's this devil dessert!
I'm addicted! What?!
Momma, if we're gonna have a healthy relationship,
then I can't eat your pudding anymore.
But making puddin' for you is my greatest joy in life.
Be a good boy and come share some puddin' with me?
No! That's it! Oh, whoa!
I'm moving out until I'm unaddicteded!
Sheriff, please!
No! I want to have
a healthy relationship with you!
You are a monster!
Ohh! It's a great day today.
Hmm, yeah.
I'm so glad I moved out.
I'm feeling so great! I'm feeling better than great!
I'm feeling friggin' amazing, man!
That's good.Yeah, I feel perfectly fine being off pudding, you know?
Well, good for you.
What do you mean by that?!
I was just saying that it's good to feel great.
I know! That's why I said it!
Ugh, are you trying to get me back on pudding?
What? Oh, what's this idiot doing?!
Hey! That's my son.
And then Mr. Pineapple was killed.
But was he really dead? Well...
Hey, jerk! You can't do this here!
You need a permit for this![ Crowd gasps ]
Whoa, whoa! Sheriff, calm down!
No, you calm down!
I'll put a bullet in your calm face!
You and your stupid kid!Whoa!
[ Crowd gasps ][ Crying ]
Now look what you've done, Sheriff.
Tommy, where are you going?
Oh, no, this ain't me.
I'm hurtin'.
Maybe I should get a spoonful.
Just to take the edge off.
Puddin'! Free puddin'! Made with love!
Please accept my love.
[ Sobbing ] Young Thomas, what's the matter?
Sheriff was acting mean.
Yes, he's a monster.
But I have something that'll take the edge off.
Really? What is --
Nom-nom-nom-nom.
[ Laughs ] Wow! This pudding is great!
Oop! I spilled some on my shirt.
Come inside, Thomas.
We'll get you cleaned right up.
Uh, I'm not sure --
And you can eat lots more puddin'!
[ Giggles ]
[ Laughs ]
[ Both laughing ]
♪♪
Ah.
[ Grunting ]
Uh, Sheriff? You okay?
Where is it, Carl?!
Where's what, Sheriff?
You know what, Carl!
You know what! You know!
What? Shut the [bleep] up!
I'll get it myself.
Ah, here it is! Nom-nom-nom-nom-nom.
Uh, you're gonna have to pay for that pudding.
Pwah! I'm not paying for this gas station trash!
You better watch your tongue, Sheriff.
Or what, Carl? I'll [bleep] cut your tongue off
and shove it up my own [bleep] Oh.
I gotta go get a little taste of the good stuff.
Put a pot on, Momma! Here I come!
Hmm...
[ Grunting ] Momma!
I know you've got that pudding in there.
I can smell it!Go away, boy!
You broke my heart!
Please, Momma, just a little bit for your lil' Puddin' Pig?
[ Snorts ]
[ Grunts ] Momma, no!
Please, I'll do anything!
I'll suck your [bleep] Momma!
[ Gasps ] My puddin' is for good boys,
not foul-mouthed [bleep]-suckin' monsters!
Begone! No! Nooo! No!
[ Gun cocks ]What?
Sheriff, I'm gonna have to kill you for stealing...
What?
...is what I was gonna say.
But after seeing you try to suck your Momma's pee-pee,
I think you need some real help.
No. [ Grunts ]
[ Screams ]
I'm locking you down here till you get better.
No! Nooo!
Pudding...Pudding.
[ Panting ]
Pudding?
Oh, pudding! I've missed you so much.
Wait. I gotta get off pudding
to fix my relationship with Momma.
[ Sighs ]
Hello, Sheriff!
Huh! Momma?Over here, Sheriff.
Sheriff...You're not Mommas,
you're pudding Mommas!
Together: And you're my lil' Puddin' Pig.
No, I'm not!
Ahh!
Eat me, Sheriff.
No! Eat up, my lil' Puddin' Pig.
Just have a little taste.
No! I am not your Pudding Pig anymore!
We'll see about that...
Ahh!
♪♪
Ahhh![ Gunshots ]
Tommy: Mmm-mmm!
Ahh!
Well, I guess it's time
for me to be going home now.
No! Ahh!
I mean, I have lots more puddin' for you, Sheriff.
Huh? You just called me Sheriff.
Isn't that funny? [ Giggles ]
[ Laughs ]Isn't it, Candy?
[ Humming ]
[ Knock on door ]Ah! Who could that be?
Sheriff, run down to the basement
and fetch Momma a puddin' powder.
Um, you called me Sheriff again --
Hurry now!
Hi, I-I've been looking everywhere
and, uh, have you seen my son, Tommy?
♪ Doo dee doo dee doo
Alright, zip and whip and here's my d--
Carl? Ah!
Oh, Sheriff, I was just taking my break.
Forgot you were even down here.
I did it, Carl. I don't want puddin' anymore!
I feel great!
I'm ready to go see Momma
and get our relationship back on track.
Oh, great.
Oh, but, man, that was a rough weekend.
It's been two months, Sheriff.
What?!
♪♪
What happened here?
Hello?
Momma, I'm all better now!
Who are you?
What? It's me, Sheriff!
I know I'm a little skinnier now,
but that's because I got off the pudding!
You lyin' skelly-bones, you're not my boy.
Get out of my house!
Oh, no. What has pudding done to you?
Let me save you from this wicked dessert!
No! That's for my Sheriff!
[ Grunts ][ Clang ]
[ Grunting ]
Momma!Tommy: [ Giggles ]
What was that? There's something down here!
[ Giggles ] Ahh!
Momma says not to let you go anywhere.
Tommy? Is that you?
Who's Tommy? I'm Sheriff!
What? I'm Sheriff.
Don't you remember me?
Pudding! [ Giggles ] Pudding!
You're wasting your time.
Goodman?!He's too far gone.
She kept feeding him pudding, pudding, pudding!
It's all that he cares about.
Hmm. Say, uh, Sheriff?
Yes? You want some of that pudding?
Oh! Do you have some?
I know where the best stuff is.
Where? Where?! Where?!
You gotta get it straight from the pipe.
Ohh!Too bad we can't get it out of there, though.
I can get it out! I can get it out!
Aah!Ah! Get me out of here! Get me away from my son!
Ahh! Ow! Hot, ah!
It burns, it burns!
[ Grunting ]
Aha! [ Chuckles ] Ahh!
I should've killed you when I first caught you, you intruder!
But it's me, Sheriff!
[ Grunting ]
Fight back, Sheriff, or we're dead!
[ Grunting ]
♪♪
Wah!
♪♪
Ah!
[ Grunting ]
[ Humming ]
♪♪
[ Whimpering ]
♪♪
Momma: Lights out!
Wah! Ah!
[ Screams ]
[ Groans ]
Momma, it's me, Sheriff!
You're not my boy!
My boy likes puddin'.
Yay, pudding! Pudding!
Sheriff, just eat the damn pudding already!
No! I wont.
Then you're a dead man.
Momma! No!
[ Sputters ]
♪♪
[ Gagging ]
Ahh!
[ Gagging ]
[ Flatline ]
No.
He's dead.
♪♪
[ Humming ] Ah! What's going on here?
What's wrong with Sheriff?
That's not Sheriff, this is Sheriff.
[ Hisses ]No, this pile here is Sheriff.
Ah!
[ Coughing ]
[ Snorting ]
Huh?
[ Snorting ]
Oh! Is that my lil' Puddin' Pig?
Oh, what have I done?! Momma.
Oh, thank goodness you're alive, Sheriff!
What? No! I'm Sheriff!
[ Growling ] Ahhh!
Sheriff: [ Laughs ]
I'm so glad things are back to normal.
Better than normal.
Now we have a healthy mother-son relationship!
But, per the conditions of your probation,
I'm gonna have to search your anal cavity for contraband.
Spread 'em, Momma!
Oh! Ooh!
Just gotta get right up in there.
You coulda trimmed your fingernails, Sheriff.
Oh, Momma, you should really clean up in here.
Ugh.
♪ One, two, no pudding for you ♪
♪ Three, four, Sheriff wants some more ♪
Nope, not quite ready yet.
♪ M-O-M-M-A named me
♪ Momma named me Sheriff
♪ My mo-mo-mo-momma momma named me Sheriff ♪
♪ Momma, Momma, Momma, Momma named me Sheriff ♪
♪ Momma, she named me Sheriff
-Hi, Will. -Hi, Dave.