olive pits

And now, boys and girls, the moment you've been waiting for. It's the [Music] spy. A spy always has to have hope, even when it looks hopeless. Which reminds me of the time when Fel and I were cleaning our millions for Hanukkah. [Music] Khan is my favorite. Yamip Five said that's nice. I said along with Tishbot and Logimer. I like those two. I agree. And Pesak and Chuis and Sukus and Chimeades. Those are your favorites too, I asked. Of course. And don't forget Perm. You know why? Why? Because it reminds me of Hanukkah. I really like Hanika along with Tubispot and Laga and Pesak and Fuis and Sukus. Is that the door? No, it's my super small button hole size mini spy shell phone with a doorbell ring. Hello. Hello, spy. Agent 613 here. You know that many people use olive oil to light their minis. Do you need me to squeeze the olives? No, spy. I need you to find them. He hung up. We'll be right there. Come on, Fo. We're going to Ali's. Ali's? Yes. Ali's Olive Orchard and Oil Company. Before you could say nay good hire some the spy copter landed neatly right in front of the factory. There was Ali himself to greet us at the front door. Welcome spy. You're just in time. A new load of olives has just arrived. Outside large trucks were dumping loads of olives into collector shoots for processing. Looks good to me. Come inside. Spy Bible. H I Hey Ollie, nothing's happening. The conveyor belts aren't moving. There's only a few drops of oil trickling out of the pipes into the bottles. Yes, by you see olives arrive and go through the squeeze and centrifuges, but no oil comes out. Obby, I hope you can get to the bottom of this. You can count on [Music] me. Gather around and listen about a man we call the spine. Because of his adventures, he's a legend in his time. He'll fight the Tahara at sea or in the skies. And you'll never have to worry when the spies on your side. Let's start here. We'll work our way up to the top. Olli, Fial and I begin tracing the oil pipes all the way around the processing plant. Up and down, over and under, around and around. Finally, we came to the big bin where the olives first come into the building. What's this? I asked, pointing to a pipe coming off the bin. Hm. I don't know, Spy. I've never seen it before. Let's see where it goes, I said. We followed the pipe down a passage, up a flight of steps, down another hall, around to the right, down a staircase, down another corridor, to a door at the end of some steps. Knock knock. Who's there? Why? Why? Who? Why are you stealing olives? Suddenly, the door swung open. There stood one of the Yashahara's helpers. Hey, it's the [Applause] spoy. I jumped toward him. But he had olive oil all over himself and just slipped out of my arms. The floor was also slick with oil and we slipped and slid all over. O V spy. He's gone. By the time we got back on our feet, he was gone. And so was another load of olive. O, without olives, we can't make olive oil. And without olive oil, people can't light the manas. That's the pits. That chick fel, come on. Back to the spy copter. Where to now spy? Where there are olives, there are pits. Fal, we're going to find them. We jumped into the spy copter and flew into the sky, making wide circles around Ali's olive orchard. Spy bullets. Someone's shooting at us. No, 50. It's not bullets. It's olive pitch. And you know where they're coming from? Yahara, right? Tells you not to listen when your mother says it's time to say your mom and go to bed. That voice of trouble in your head. What do you think? That's me. [Music] I was looking for piles of pits which would lead us to him, but I guess he found us first. Olive pitch whizzed by the spy. Five, it's a direct hit. We're going down. We'll have to make an emergency landing. As we landed, 28 helpers surrounded the spy copter. Welcome, spy. I knew you'd be here before long. But that's okay because not even you can save the olive oil now. Wow. Yahara, looks like you've set up some fancy operation here. I'm glad you appreciate it, spy. Yeah. First, we unload the olives. Then we clean them with an ultra high pressure water spray. Then they go through the rapid fire pit remover. It spits out the pits nonstop. You and Fial already know about it. We do. Go on. Well, after that, we crush them to get pure olive oil. But where do you bottle it? We don't. Then he pointed to a massive drilling rig and said, "Most drilling rigs pull oil out of the ground. This one puts the oil back in." You mean you're storing olive oil underground? Correct, spy. Where no one can get at it, not even you. That's what you think. Talk is cheap, spy. You can't do anything now. Who says? I cried, running toward the high pressure water hose. The yates looked at me and laughed. Want to spray me spy? Go on, get me wet. I don't care. Who said anything about you? I grabbed the hose, pushed the barrel into the ground, and squeezed the high pressure nozzle with all my might. Water whooed out, gushing into the ground. The Yates stood there without moving, like he was in shock. Soon, the ground began to grumble, rumble, and shake. What's going on? What is this? When you mix olive oil and water, oil always comes out on top, just like the Jewish people. But the Aahara never heard me. There was a huge and a giant gush of olive oil that lifted him and his henchmen way up high into the sky. Help. I'm flying up in the air. Help me. I want my mommy. They screamed as they disappeared into the distance. Final and I capped the gusher and then we ran back to the spy copter, fixed the bent blade, and flew back to Ali's orchard just in time for Yantiff. Like I always say, oil's well, that ends well. A frillen Kaneka. [Music] Thank you. Thank you. Thank [Applause] you to defeat the Sahara. That's our mission that is clear to listen to the Torah and bring Mashia here to rebuild the Bahamas. That's our mission, you and I. So keep on doing this. Stand by for [Music]