All We Do Is Sing And Eat, Eat And Sing

"Oh!" Jerry smiled. "I want a credit card. Yeah, credit card. Big limit."

"How... big of a limit?" The Banker spoke both cautiously and curiously, just as he had learned at The Banking Academy (patent pending).

Jerry smirked smirkingly "As big as you'll let me go, Mr. Banker."

"Well... first I'll have to know your annual salary."

Jerry thinks "Celery? I don't think I've had any celeries. I almost had a giant pickle, but I don't think we're exclusive. We never had that talk."

"Oh!" Jerry smiled. "I want a credit card. Yeah, credit card. Big limit."

"How... big of a limit?" The Banker spoke both cautiously and curiously, just as he had learned at The Banking Academy (patent pending).

Jerry smirked smirkingly "As big as you'll let me go, Mr. Banker."

"Oh!" Jerry smiled. "I want a credit card. Yeah, credit card. Big limit."

"I'm impossibly fast, and strong." Jerry said sparklingly

"They told me you'd deny him three times by the rooster's crow," Pepperazzi said, shaking his head solemnly. "Or wait. Was that a different guy with a J name? Sorry, I've been kind of focused on a specific redheaded rhubarb lately. Now that my sis is back in town, I'm finally free to investigate and report on other Vegetables, but..." he sighed. "It's so hard to move on. Jimothy, you've had a lot of different jobs, right? How do you do it?"

Jimmy blinks slowly. So slowly it's with his right eye first and then his second. He does catch up though, despite his many, many questions. "Hugh. Yeah. Sure. I guess I just... show up? To the jobs?"

“And what? Just forget about the last one? Move on? Jimberly, have you never felt the fixation of Obsession?”

"I hardly know the meaning of the word." He spoke earnestly.

“Obsession, or fixation? Ah. Never mind. It’s like… say you get a craving for pizza. And it’s good pizza. Cheesy, gooey. Best pizza you’ve ever had. And then one day… the store that sold it, it’s gone. And you can never have it again. You look and you look, and try other pizza shops and frozen pizza and making your own… you NEED to find this pizza again. You need it or you’ll die, or so you feel. That is obsession. It’s all you can think of. It’s there in your dreams. It consumes you.”

Jimmy instantly starts drooling. "Where can I get this pizza?!" He asked, completely missing the point.

"Ah!" Jerry yelped with a hop away "Don't breathe on me!"

"But like, didn't you say you wanted a disease or whatever?"

"No!!! I didn't want to!!!! Back away, harlot!!!"

"Uh, watch who you're calling a harlot, skank!"

"I'm not a skank!" Jerry gasped, offended. "I'm a twunk!"

"Ah!" Jerry yelped with a hop away "Don't breathe on me!"

"But like, didn't you say you wanted a disease or whatever?"

"No!!! I didn't want to!!!! Back away, harlot!!!"

"Uh, watch who you're calling a harlot, skank!"

"Ah!" Jerry yelped with a hop away "Don't breathe on me!"

"But like, didn't you say you wanted a disease or whatever?"

"No!!! I didn't want to!!!! Back away, harlot!!!"

"The spirits." Sabrina nodded.

"Ah!" Jimmy practically jumps right out of his gourd skin. "S-s-spirits?!"

Sabrina nodded "And not the nice kind. The ooky spooky kind. From my understanding."

"Is there another kind?"

"They told me you'd deny him three times by the rooster's crow," Pepperazzi said, shaking his head solemnly. "Or wait. Was that a different guy with a J name? Sorry, I've been kind of focused on a specific redheaded rhubarb lately. Now that my sis is back in town, I'm finally free to investigate and report on other Vegetables, but..." he sighed. "It's so hard to move on. Jimothy, you've had a lot of different jobs, right? How do you do it?"

Jimmy blinks slowly. So slowly it's with his right eye first and then his second. He does catch up though, despite his many, many questions. "Hugh. Yeah. Sure. I guess I just... show up? To the jobs?"

“And what? Just forget about the last one? Move on? Jimberly, have you never felt the fixation of Obsession?”

"I hardly know the meaning of the word." He spoke earnestly.

"The spirits." Sabrina nodded.

"Ah!" Jimmy practically jumps right out of his gourd skin. "S-s-spirits?!"

Sabrina nodded "And not the nice kind. The ooky spooky kind. From my understanding."

"The spirits." Sabrina nodded.

"Ah!" Jimmy practically jumps right out of his gourd skin. "S-s-spirits?!"

"They told me you'd deny him three times by the rooster's crow," Pepperazzi said, shaking his head solemnly. "Or wait. Was that a different guy with a J name? Sorry, I've been kind of focused on a specific redheaded rhubarb lately. Now that my sis is back in town, I'm finally free to investigate and report on other Vegetables, but..." he sighed. "It's so hard to move on. Jimothy, you've had a lot of different jobs, right? How do you do it?"

Jimmy blinks slowly. So slowly it's with his right eye first and then his second. He does catch up though, despite his many, many questions. "Hugh. Yeah. Sure. I guess I just... show up? To the jobs?"

Jerry gasps in excitement. "Even a sprinkle one?"

Scooter's eyes twinkled with pride. "Aye, ye can have both sprinkle ones, my boy. Oh! And t'morrow. I'll even let ye drive."

"Oh boy!" Jerry grinned "You're a great boss."

Scooter considered telling Jerry what a ‘partner’ meant, and that Scooter didn’t actually have much authority over him as a fellow detective. Still, he did have seniority due to his years on the force. “Ye remind me of my son,” he said softly. “Long gone now, many a year. He loved donuts too. Sprinkles were his favorite. He was a wee lad. Chased one off the boat during a storm. I was without the wee one when we landed in New York, and I… I always liked to think he might have been a cop, too. I moved here, hoping to forget about him. To stop watching for a boat he’d never arrive on. But och, ya remind me so much of him.” Scooter paused his trauma-dumping to wipe away a tear. “I’m sorry, lad. Have the whole box.”