This week, on a very special Hoarders:
Narrator: "This flying squirrel collects pine cones."
Thomas: "Well I found a neat looking one a few years ago, and since then I started picking up any pine cone I could fine."
Thomas' mother, Judy: "We love Thomas, but he has a problem."
Thomas: "I really don't think there is anything wrong with it. It's a hobby."
Judy: "Thomas, maybe we could get rid of the ones that are damaged on one side, let's start with those."
Thomas: "No, I need those! Those are my special ones!"
Captain Wilson of the Squirrel Fire Brigade No. 29: "Sweet Jesus, this massive pile is one big tinder box. One errant cigarette and the whole place will just go up!"
Helper One: "Holy bleeep... the smell. It's like a pine tree died in here and then fungus and insects slowly consumed it over time."
Judy: "Oh my god, what is that? That isn't a pine cone."
Helper Two: "Whose body is that, Thomas?"
Thomas: "None of you understand my art!"
Announcer: "Hoarders, New this Tuesday at 8, 7 central."