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Side note: This one is based off of a song, sort of...

"When we last left off, Mage was in a pickle- Wait, what?!"

All of a sudden, Mage was teleported into a giant cage carved out of a pickle "What the heck is going on here?!" He yelled, looking around frantically.

"Silence in the court!" Commanded an orange with a powdered wig on.

Mage gasped, brining his hand to his mouth "Oh dear god, it's my dad!" He exclaimed, pointing at the orange "Wait, no, I didn't mean to say that!! I don't even know this guy!!" He added quickly.

"Silence, erm, son?" Asked the orange. An apple walked next to the orange and seemed to whisper something "Oh, I see. Well, in that case, I sentence you to the eating of this pickle!" The orange said, and then slammed a mallet that appeared out of nowhere down on nothing, and despite the fact that it hit air, it still made the sound of it slamming on wood.

"But, I don't want a pickle! I just want to ride on my motorcycle!" Mage exclaimed.

"Ssssssssssssilence!" Commanded the orange, suddenly turning into a snake.

Mage got down on his knees "I'm so confused!" He wailed.

"You think you're the only one?" Asked a man sitting at the other end of the pickle cage, facing away from Mage.

Mage looked at the man "Wha- When did you get in here?!" He asked.

"Exactly 2.893564 seconds ago." The man replied.

"Oh, I see... Wait, how do you know that so accurately?" Mage asked. This was getting even more confusing by the second.

"Because, I'm obsessed with money, and therefore also obsessed with time." The man answered calmly.

"Will Mage get out of the pickle? Is that guy one of his companions? Did I finally master this job?! Tune in some time for another randomly exciting episode of The Search for Stuff!"