Blaze and the Monster Machines: Pickle of the Jungle (transcript)

This is a transcript for Blaze and the Monster Machines: Pickle of the Jungle.
 * Blaze: "Pickle of the Jungle"!
 * (Blaze, Starla, Stripes, Darington, Zeg, and Rudy are at the starting line.)
 * Bump Bumperman: Welcome to the Great Jungle Race! We have Blaze and his friends over here at the starting line ready to race!
 * Audience: (chanting) Blaze! Blaze! Blaze! Blaze!
 * Blaze: Okay, guys. Are you ready to race?
 * Starla: You betcha!
 * Stripes: I'm ready!
 * Darington: YEAH!
 * Zeg: Zeg ready!
 * Rudy: (chuckles) Yeah.
 * AJ: Everyone's ready to race, Blaze.
 * Blaze: Okay, AJ. Let's start!
 * Bump Bumperman: On your marks... get set... GO!
 * (Blaze and his friends all drive off from the starting line very fast. It was so fast, it spins Bump Bumperman around.)
 * Bump Bumperman: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! They are really fast.
 * (The audience laughs. The trucks are racing in the jungle.)
 * Starla: WHOO-HOO!
 * Zeg: Zeg!
 * (Blaze goes up in front of Darington and Zeg.)
 * Blaze: AJ, give me some speed!
 * (Blaze drives fast. Stripes is about to catch up to Zeg, when he spotted some parrots in his way. He honks his horn loudly and the parrots fly away. He laughs as he drives up to Starla.)
 * Rudy: WHEEEEEE! (laughing)
 * (Rudy drives into a puddle of mud and starts slipping on it.)
 * Rudy: Whoa, whoa, whoa! WHOAAA! (falls and splashes in a lake)
 * (Rudy spots hippos in the lake. He laughs as the hippos play with him. Cuts to Crusher driving into the jungle.)
 * Crusher: (yawns) Whoa, that was a long drive to the race in the jungle. Maybe I should take a nap here in this spot. (yawns and falls asleep)
 * (Crusher is sleeping peacefully. He hears leaves rustling and tires rolling. He wakes up.)
 * Crusher: Huh? What? What was that?! I hope it wasn't a lion! (looks around) Huh. It's probably nothing. (goes to sleep again)
 * (Crusher wakes up again to wood crackling and tree leaves rustling. He saw the tree leaves moving a bit.)
 * Crusher: Oh, I hope nothing comes out and gets me. It probably was just the wind. (goes back to sleep)
 * (He wakes up once again to more rustling. He spotted a silhouette of a small monster truck swinging from tree to tree.)
 * Crusher: AH! Ehh... maybe I should just stay awake to see what was making that noise. (looks around) Where are you, noise?
 * (Crusher keeps looking around as the small monster truck climbs up in a tree behind him. It was Pickle wearing a loincloth.)
 * Pickle: (chuckling)
 * (Pickle grabs a vine.)
 * Pickle: (swings down) AAAAAAAAAH-AAAH-AAAH-AAAAAAAAAH-AAAH-AAAH-AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
 * Crusher: Huh? (turns around and sees Pickle) (gasp)
 * (Pickle slams into Crusher.)
 * Crusher: Oh! Pickle, it's just you. What are you doing?
 * Pickle: Oh hi, Crusher! I am pretending to be a jungle truck who swings on vines through the jungle, does his jungle call, and makes friends with animals!
 * Crusher: Oh, that's nice, Pickle. I'm trying to take a nap from my long journey to this jungle. Can you please swing on vines somewhere else?
 * Pickle: Okay, Crusher! (drives off)
 * Crusher: Ahh, now I can go back to my nap. (goes to sleep again)