The only way I can imagine "Pickle and Peanut" coming into existence is that the producer's child got into their cocaine stash, and then promptly washed it down with enough booze to kill half their brain cells. The producer then thought "This will make amazing TV," and handed their flailing, drug addled little monster a pen and then animating the results. The art looks like what would happen if Picasso had a retarded, illegitimate lovechild and then bashed it upside the head with a shovel before it painted anything. The plot is a game of Mad Libs playing at the "LAUGH AT HOW WACKY AND ZANY OUR CHARACTERS ARE, AREN'T THEY SO COOL," angle, but is somehow executed in a way that you would think a 2 year old came back and vomited on said Mad Libs, leaving them forced to piece together the already disjointed and ham-handed attempt at what you humans call "humor" through chunks of Cheerios and crayons. All said, if I were to rate this accurately, I would have given it -10/10, just because it is so bad that it makes even the lamest attempts at a cartoon practically a classic.