BoBo & Pickle Show

Introduction:

Segment 1: Pickle's Run-in with the Cops

Segment 2: BoBo's Werewolf Transformation Project

Segment 3: Listener Questions and Shoutouts

Closing Thoughts:

Once upon a time there was a boy named Jake. He had an ice truck and he sold ice to all the neighbors in his neighborhood. Everyone loved Jake because he was so funny and crazy. But one day, something strange happened. Jake woke up one day and realized that his two favorite stuffed animals, BoBo and Pickle, were talking to him inside his head! And not only that, but they were telling him to do crazy things like run around the block naked or steal candy from the store! Jake tried his best to ignore them, but they just kept getting louder and crazier until finally he gave in and did what they said. And it was a lot of fun! He laughed and ran around like a madman.

"Oh, absolutely!" replied Pickle. "There's this one rapper named GoldToof who is just insane! He raps about raping people and doing drugs and it's just crazy!"

"Yeah, I've heard of him," said BoBo. "He's pretty famous."

Just then, GoldToof himself walked up to the group. "Hey guys!" he exclaimed. "What's up?"

We had a sweet crazy time on the Sweetcast YouTube live. You asked for it, you got the ride of your life with Captain Sweety! Get ready to spin that wheel like 4 times. We are live and we're not playing around so get those cameras ready because this is gonna be sweet-sweet entertainment."

A crazy free for all with BoBo and Pickle with back by popular demand. Jack the Iceman. We talk about crazy travels. BoBo talks about craziness in Alaska again. Jack has a chill time in Colorado, and of course, Pickle has no idea how he got in a strip club getting the VIP treatment from the bathroom guy.

Pickle is a really good friend. He lives at the park with BoBo, who is also a very good friend of Pickles. They run around and play all day long. One day they ran into some bad people with knives and guns! But don’t worry, it wasn’t too scary because BoBo and Pickle are actually superheroes, so they took care of the bad guys, and all was well.

The door to the bar swung open and I saw a woman walk in. She was wearing a red dress with her hair piled on top of her head.

I got up from my table and walked over to meet her halfway. “Hi, are you here for the date night ghost stories?” I asked hopefully.

“Yes,” she said shyly, looking around nervously. “Is there any room at this table?” she gestured towards an empty chair across from me.
“So, you don’t believe in ghosts?” said the man with a deep voice.

The woman sitting across from him shrugged her shoulders and stirred her drink. “Maybe,” she said after a moment of thought.
I’m just not sure what I think about them.”
“Don’t worry,” said my best friend. “I’ll be right here with you the whole time.”

I nodded and took a deep breath before following her into the dark, creepy house. We were in pursuit of Robbie’s ghost – who had been haunting people for weeks now. Her spirit was known to lurk around areas that would scare other people away from them, such as abandoned mansions or graveyards at night. I knew she was out there somewhere – but I didn’t know where.

We wandered through the corridors one by one, looking for any signs of activity or anyone else walking around outside our group of friends searching for Robbie’s ghost too. What we found, however…

The Night Stalker was a serial killer, and Bobo had barely escaped his clutches. That’s why he wanted to talk to the man before he became The Night Stalker and committed all those murders.

He knocked on the door of the old warehouse; it wasn’t hard, but it made enough noise to make sure that someone inside heard him. There was movement from inside-a creak-and then a light turned on in one of the windows upstairs. The glass shimmered like an ocean mirage across broken waves as it lit up with each step that Bobo took towards the front door, getting closer and closer until he could see himself reflected in its surface: dark hair sticking out in unruly curls around his head. There he was the night stalker.

Jimmy was running as fast as he could, but the old man who was yelling at him had some serious speed. Jimmy darted right down an alleyway and turned left quickly to find himself in a dead end. He ducked behind some trash cans just before the watchman came around the corner of the alley with his flashlight shining all over it.

Jimmy cursed under his breath and waited for what felt like hours until he heard nothing but silence. “I think I lost them” he breathed softly to himself, stepping out from behind the garbage can only to be pushed back by someone’s hand on his chest. The neighborhood watch has found him.

It was a dark and stormy night. Pickle, the most clever person on the planet, couldn’t sleep; he had to pee. So he got up from his cozy bed, his house, ran out into the yard and peed on some bushes like any normal boy would do in the middle of the night. But what is this? There was something in the bushes! It looked like . . . A PENGUIN SASQUATCH! And it seemed to be singing to itself. “What are you doing here?” asked Pickle as he stepped closer for a better look at this thing that has never before been seen by man (even if it is only half-beast) The penguin sasquatch.

BoBo’s April fools drug extravaganza. No, really, it’s not cocaine. His friend is not a gigolo, maybe. Pickle is slipped a quadruple dose of THC. Pickle, you’re not going to die. You will be fine. Jake T Iceman is not a very good runner. The cops were faster. Having fun in the patty-wagon. Kick back in the cop car and enjoying some ganja with the soon-to-be chief of police.

“I can’t believe you!” BoBo exclaimed to his friend. “You’re saying that it’s not cocaine?”

“It’s not coke, I promise.” His friend replied in a serious tone of voice, but he couldn’t help himself from smirking. He had been at this for about an hour now and was failing horribly at convincing him otherwise.

“What is it then? You owe me after yesterday when my mom called wanting to know if we were getting married.”

Pickle was on the verge of panic when he realized that he had just taken a quadruple dose of THC. He hadn’t even intended it, but somehow in his scramble to find his phone charger, he must have grabbed one with the charge already in it and not put it back. His stomach lurched at the thought and he heaved up nothing but bile. “You’ll be fine! You will be okay! It will wear off soon enough! Calm down Pickles!” He repeated this chant over and over until his breathing started to return to normal and some color came back into his cheeks.

Jake T Iceman was not a very good runner. The cops were faster. Having fun in the patty-wagon. Kick back in the cop car and enjoying some ganja with the soon-to-be chief of police. It’s been a busy night for Jake T, why he just did three robberies at gunpoint while wearing an old Santa Claus outfit and his girlfriend was driving around in her jacked up pick-up truck tossing out fake hundred dollar bills to all the homeless people on her way home from work at Walgreens to get high as f*#k off their minds before she went into labor with his firstborn child that she had been carrying for nine months since they were both 18 years old!

The April fools drug stories show of BoBo and Pickle show is a comedy goldmine. If you missed it, take the time to listen and laugh with us at these hilarious stories. We have all your favorite bits from this weeks episode in one place so you don’t miss anything! It’s incredible how much content we can pack into just an hour-long podcast. What are some of your favorite moments? Make sure to comment below or listen for more hilarity on our weekly episodes!