-♪ He's Orange, he has a lot of friends ♪
♪ They live together on a fruit stand ♪
♪ They have adventures all across the land ♪
♪ And even play in a rock and roll band ♪
♪ He's Orange ♪
♪ Annoying Orange ♪
♪ He's Orange ♪
♪ Annoying Orange ♪
♪ He's Orange ♪ [Orange laughs]
[pinwheel whisting] -[laughs]
-What's he doing? -Knock it off!
-[laughs] -Knock it off, pulp-for-brains!
-[laughs]
-Man, what a beautiful day.
-Whoa, Watermelon.
-Makes a watermelon glad to be alive and--
[sniffing]
Hey, what's that smell?
[fuse sizzling]
Oh! Sweet Mother of Fruit! It's ME!!!
[explodes and screams] [fireworks whistle and pop]
[fruit cheer]
-Watermelon go boom, am I right? [chuckles]
-Whoa! Watermelon really had a short fuse. [laughs]
-I hate this holiday. -Hey! Hey, Nerville!
What's with all the patriotic decorations
and exploding watermelons? -Uh... it's Independence Day,
when we humans celebrate the founding of our country
by launching explosives into the air till 4:00 in the morning.
-Wow, that sounds awesome.
I wish we fruits had a day like that.
-We do. -Hey, Grandpa Lemon!
There's a bird's nest on your head. [laughs]
-It's not a bird's nest. It's a powdered wig.
-Tell that to the parakeet. [laughs]
[parakeet squawks] -Shoo, fiend! Get out of here!
-Ooh! Are you gonna eat those?
-Nah, you can have 'em. -Thanks!
[yolk splatters] -[laughs]
-Back in the 1700s,
our founding fruit fathers wore wigs just like this one,
and I wear it every year to honor them
on Fruitdependence Day!
-Fruit-da-what-you-say? -Fruitdependence Day.
It's the most important fruit holiday there is.
-Huh? Never heard of it.
-Are you guys for real? Even I've heard of that.
Although I do talk to fruit.
-What is wrong with our educational system
that you young whippercitrus don't know your own history?
-What's a whippercitrus? -What's history?
-What's an educational system?
-Asked and answered.
-Sounds like Grandpa Lemon needs to school you guys.
-School? Yuck!
[contraptions rattle and warble]
[Apple screams, squish!]
-Ooh! My bad. That's my bad.
-As the great Benjamin Franklemon once said,
"Those things that hurt instruct."
-Whoa! Benjamin Franklemon flutin' gibberish?
-Sure was.
-Hmm. Think I need to adjust the torque.
[pow!]
Ow. [grunts]
[dazed]: Mommy.
[thump!]
-Fruitdependence Day is when we celebrate
the freedom of our fruit nation,
the greatest fruit nation that ever existed,
the United Fruits of Amerifruit. [sparkle!]
It all started in England, where fruit was and still is
used primarily as an underarm deodorant and worse.
-Yuck! -[groans]
[banana grumbling] -(Passion Fruit) Gross.
[banana grumbling, Orange laughs]
-And if that wasn't bad enough, the fruits were under
the tyrannical rule of weird King George the Grapefruit.
-King George? More like King Engorged!
[laughs] 'Cause you're fat.
-I'm not fat. I'm a grapefruit.
-A fat grapefruit. [laughs]
-[laughs] It's funny 'cause it's true.
-That's not fat! It's muscle! To prove it, I hereby decree
that all subjects must watch me flex 24 hours a day.
Guards! Block the door!
-(Orange) Vegcoats! The horror! [subjects screaming]
-Flex... [grunting] -It's horrible.
-What's he doing? -[grunting]
[all reacting in horror]
-Glutes! [straining] -That's my limit.
-Oh! And a hernia. -I'm out of here.
-[softly]: Hey, no one's guarding the door.
[fruits scamper] -Ow!
-Hey. Where'd everybody go?
-(Grandpa Lemon) Seizing their opportunity,
they headed for the New World.
-[grunts]
[all cheer in triumph]
-Arrgh! Ha-harr! There be fruit for our bellies.
[all yelling]
-(Orange) The horror! The horror!
[fruits scream]
-No one survived.
[others scream] I never said it would be pretty.
Our history often involves horrible seagull attacks.
Stop screaming!!!
-So, if everyone got eaten,
how did our ancestors get to America?
-Fortunately, we fruits have a clever survival mechanism.
After the seagulls devoured everyone,
they flew over this new land
and planted the seeds of our forefathers.
-Stay on target. [seagulls squawk]
Stay on target! Poops away!
[splattering] -That's gonna stain.
-(Grandpa Lemon) And New Fruitland was born...
ehm... from poop.
King George heard tell of the good life
the fruits were living in the New World,
and he became jealous.
-Those colonists think they can not watch me flex
and get away with it? Ha!
-(Grandpa Lemon) So he put tacks on the fruit.
[spitting tacks]
Who's your daddy now? [chuckles, spits]
[fruit screaming]
-I don't find it so unpleasant.
[tacks bombarding, groans in pain]
-In the summer of 1776,
Orange Washington decided he had enough.
-I've had enough of these tacks-es.
[others murmer in agreement]
Let's show King George the Engorged
what we think of his tacks-es. Quick!
Someone grab a camera and take a picture of me doing this:
Nya-nya-nya-nya-nya. Nya-nya-nya-nya...
-Cameras don't exist yet.
-Oh. Then we'll do the next best thing:
we'll write him an angry letter.
[tack impales] [grumbles]
-"We hold these truths to be self-evident..."
[scoffs] That's stupid! What do you got?
-"King George is a cubby chubbykins."
-No. "That all fruits are created equal."
-Oh, yeah. That's good. "All fruits are created equal...
except for apples." [laughs]
-Huh? I don't get it. -That's 'cause you're an apple!
[laughs] -Classic, Orange. [snickers]
-(Grandpa Lemon) Many tedious hours later, they had drafted
the Declaration of Fruitdependence.
-I agree about the apples,
but the rest of this document makes my juice boil!
-Shall we draft a response?
-No! Send in the Vegcoats!
-(Grandpa Lemon) King George sent his vegetable army
to teach the colonists a lesson.
-[laughs heartily]
[Vegcoats screaming]
-They call got eaten.
[all screaming]
Are you all done? -No. [screaming]
[all screaming]
Okay. Now we're done. Please continue, Grandpa Lemon.
-The colonists knew
King George's army would arrive eventually.
-Oh, man, oh, man, oh, man.
Oh, man, oh, man, oh, man, oh, man, oh, man.
Oh, man, oh, man, oh, man! I'm freaking out!
What's the signal again?
-One if by land, two if by seagull.
[jet sounds]
-[hesitating]
It's by sea! It's by sea!
-The Vegcoats are coming! The Vegcoats are coming!
[poop splattering] -Whew! That was close.
-(Grandpa Lemon) And arrive they did... from poop.
[splat-splat-splat! splat-splat-splat!]
But Orange Washington and the Minute Maid men...
and woman were ready for 'em.
-Ready! Aim!
-[spits seed] -That is disgusting!
[speeds firing]
-Ah! -Ah! You are kidding me.
-That is just disgusting.
[spewing multiple seeds, Vegcoats speaking indistinctly]
-Stand your ground! -They're not retreating.
-Don't be such an apple. Their morale is wounded.
Now to finish them off. -Uh... with what, pray tell?
-Insult bombs! Hey, Vegcoat! I smell victory!
No wait, that's lettuce welting. [laughs]
-Oh, that is-- [boom!]
-There's no way you guys are gonna win.
You're just gonna "arti-choke." [laughs]
-He strikes with vicious fury! [boom!]
-And you smell too. [laughs] 'Cause you're an onion.
-It hurts 'cause it's true. [boom!]
-(Grandpa Lemon) Orange Washington's pioneering
insult-bomb technique is still used by the military today.
Hoorah!
-And furthermore, your mother is a big, fat--
-Okay, okay! Enough! We give up! -(Grandpa Lemon) In 1781,
after nearly five years of seed warfare
and annoying insult bombs, Cornwallis of Fruit Britain
surrendered to General Orange Washington.
King George conceded defeat.
As a condition of his surrender, he agreed to stop flexing,
recognize New Fruitland as a sovereign nation,
and agreed to change his name to King Engorged.
-'Cause he's plump. [laughs]
[teeth shatter] Aw, that's not good.
-(Grandpa Lemon) Sadly, having neglected his dental hygiene
during the Fruitvolutionary War,
Orange Washington had to get wooden teeth.
-Hey! These look nice!
-(Grandpa Lemon) Thanks to his heroism in battle,
unwavering stand against tyranny,
and his ability to touch his tongue to his eye,
Orange Washington was swept into office
as the first fruit president. -I, Orange Washington,
do solemnly swear to uphold the Office of President. [laughs]
-(Grandpa Lemon) And he paved the way
for future plant-based leaders
like Abraham Lincorn
and Jimmy Carter. [ding!]
It was a one-term presidency.
-Wow! I had no idea Orange Washington was so cool!
Whatever happened to him?
-Oh. He was eaten by seagulls.
[fruit screaming]
-[gasps] No, I don't want to go to school today.
Oh, it's you guys.
Could you keep it down? I'm trying get some shuteye
on the pavement... in the middle of the daytime. Please?
Thank you. Sweet naughty nectarines.
-Hey, how do you know so much about history, Grandpa Lemon?
-Obviously he was there. [laughs] 'Cause he's old.
-Don't be a jerk, Orange. He's old but not THAT old.
-Actually, I WAS there. I lived every moment.
-Wait. You mean YOU'RE Benjamin Franklemon?
-That makes you over 200 years old!
-Well, lemon is a preservative.
That and my intense passion for older women.
-Wow! You're a national treasure!
-An inspiration to us all! -A seagull!
-What? No, I'm not a--
[seagull squawks, Grandpa Lemon screams]
-Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
That's a dollar!
-Eventually they get all of uuuuu...
♪ My country I salute ♪
♪ Sweet land of talking fruit ♪
♪ Of thee I sing ♪ Goodbye, kids!
-What's he saying? -I have no idea.
-Sorry, Grandpa Benjamin Franklemon!
We don't speek gibberish! [laughs]
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-You had your chance! No! Stop!
Mommy.
[yells] I don't like that signal.
Oh, okay. [crew laughs]
It's exfoliation. Hit it, Daddy Lemon.
He's not really my daddy. We do look similar, though.
[seagull squawks] Things get fired.
But it's totally worth it.
[laughter]
[seagull squawking]
Why didn't you tell me I had this?