
The episode opens in the dim glow of the Robot Arms apartment where Fry and Leela are making out on the couch, literally on top of a very annoyed Bender who finally snaps and turns on the Hypnotoad just to drown them out, only for a tiny red Hypnotoad in a party hat to pop up on the screen like a sitcom neighbor and ruin even that; Leela suggests they all get out more and drags Fry to the absurdly overpriced Elzar restaurant Wallet, where Bender crashes the date because he suddenly decides fresh air is for him too. Inside, Calculon is demanding off-off-menu items, the Robot Mafia is trying to eat in peace until someone notices them, and Elzar tricks the table into ordering five grand’s worth of shaved truffles that send Fry and Leela into full-body food-gasms; when the thirty-thousand-dollar bill lands, Fry panics, Bender acts innocent, and the Donbot smoothly pays it in exchange for a favor “many years from now” that everyone knows means next Thursday.




Next day at Planet Express the crew is still raving about the truffles until Farnsworth starts explaining the molecular structure and Amy accidentally saves them by playing a snobby educational film about how truffles are rare subterranean fungi once hunted by pigs in France but now strip-mined in the Truffle Belt asteroid field for the mega-rich; Bender’s eyes turn to dollar signs, he immediately dons a beret and striped shirt, buys the saddest, cheapest, runtiest talking truffle pig at auction for negative twenty dollars, names it Jambone, and heads to the belt to get rich quick. After a montage of getting repeatedly humiliated and robbed by industrial truffle hunters with jackhammers and Mad Max pig trucks, Jambone finally sniffs out one decent truffle, Bender cashes it in for ten bucks after the cartel takes their cut, gives up, and is about to ditch the pig when Jambone smells the motherlode on a distant green asteroid that every prospector who ever visited never returned from.





They land anyway because greed beats common sense, discover the entire asteroid is one giant hollow ball of soil with a complete upside-down forest growing on the inside, fall screaming (then casually floating, then screaming again) to the bottom, and immediately start digging up truffles the size of beach balls; the place is paradise until they notice the trees are decorated with the impaled skeletons of previous French hunters and their pigs, then the branches turn out to be camouflaged stick insects, then a thorn-bug saves Bender from a thorn, and finally a massive leaf-dragon tries to eat them both. Right as the dragon swallows Jambone whole, the Planet Express ship drops out of the sky, bonks the dragon on the head, and spits the pig back out; turns out the Robot Mafia collected their favor from Fry by forcing the crew to fly them straight to the coordinates Cookie the assayer sold them from inside Donbot’s chest cavity while naked.


The mafia claims the entire one-ton haul, declares Fry’s debt paid, and leaves Bender sobbing as he frees Jambone, removes the muzzle, and hands the pig the one truffle he secretly kept; Jambone gives a stirring speech about rejecting the blood truffle and the entire system of gluttony built on his servitude, lasts about four seconds, then shrugs and eats it anyway because it’s delicious. They say a tearful goodbye, Jambone stays behind to frolic in paradise, secretly stows away in the mafia’s truffle crate instead, and by the time the crew delivers it to the 10th Annual Glutton Awards (hosted by Calculon in a room full of Hedonismbot, H. G. Blob, Lrrr, Ndnd, and a very much alive Cookie Monster memorial reel), the crate bursts open to reveal Jambone now morbidly obese, belching, and proudly declaring himself the biggest glutton of all. Hedonismbot, moved by the sheer commitment to excess, forfeits his own Gluttie statue, hands it to the pig who can no longer walk, the crowd cheers, the table collapses under Jambone’s weight, and Bender watches through proud tears as his little pork son finally achieves everything he ever hated and loves every second of it.





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