-I pick... Orange.
-All right! Basketball's my jam, yo! [laughs]
-Aw, man. I'm gonna get picked last again.
I just know it! -If I were picking teams,
I'd pick you first, Midget Apple! YAHAHAHAHAY!
-Yeah, and your team would lose.
-Whoa, whoa, whoa. Who's the new guy? I pick him.
-Move, pipsqueak.
-[chuckles] I have a feeling I'm gonna like this new guy.
-Great. Now shut up and pass the rock!
-Rock? Stupid apple. You don't play basketball with a rock.
-[glumly]: Boy, don't I know it.
-Oh yeah? Then riddle me this:
how are you gonna play basketball without a basketball?
[kicks basketball, laughs]
-♪ On the road again ♪
♪ I can't wait to get on the road agai-- ♪
[screams, tires screech]
It's the sauerkrauts!
[ka-boom!]
-Well, I heard he got kicked out of his last school
for giving a bunch of bananas a bruising.
-I heard his parents kicked him out of the tree.
-Shh! Here he comes. -All right, losers.
Everybody hand over your lunch money.
-How? We don't have hands. [laughs]
-A wise guy, eh?
You won't be laughing after I tie your shoelaces together.
-How? He doesn't have feet. [laughs]
[Pear and Orange laugh] -[growls]
It's really tough being a bully when nobody has any limbs.
I got it. I'll give you a swirly.
-A swirly? I love ice cream!
Num-num-num-num-num-num. Ha-ha!
-What? No.
It's when I put your head in the toilet and flush.
Come on, everybody knows that.
-True. I know from experience.
-[grumbles in disgust] For reals?
-Yeah, apparently, I was sitting on Bad Apple's swing.
-Which swing is Bad Apple's swing?
-Whichever swing Bad Apple wants it to be, pipsqueak. [chuckles]
-Okay guys, we need to do something about the new kid.
-I say we try being nice to him.
-Worth a shot. Do your worst, Marshmallow.
-YAY! [boing! boing!]
Excuse me, Bad Apple.
It looks like you need a friend to play on the teeter-totter.
-Yeah, actually, that would be nice.
-Hooray! See, Not-so-bad Apple?
Isn't it nice to be niiiiiii...
-[chuckles] Happy landing, shrimpy.
-What the? Marshmallow can fly?
Why am I always the last to know things?
-Hey, Pear, you're standing on my grass.
-What? -That's my grass. Move!
-This isn't YOUR grass. This is the school's grass.
Anyone can stand here. -Get off my grass!
-It's not your grass!
-That's it! Eat grass! Eat it; you love it.
-What?! -Eat the grass, Pear.
-Orange! Little help here, please.
-Hey! Hey, Fat Apple! Hey!
-Looks like loudmouth wants to lick some grass too.
-Nah. I prefer my eyeballs. -That's it.
Lick the grass, geek. Lick it; you love it.
-This tastes delicious!
-No, it doesn't. It tastes like grass.
-Nuh-uh! It tastes like candy! -No, it doesn't.
Does it?
[licks] -(Strawberry) Hey, look!
Orange is making Bad Apple lick the grass!
-[laughs] -What? No. I--
-Whee! I love candy grass!
-[growls] -[laughs]
You're lookin' a little red there, Apple. [laughs]
-You guys are mean. I'm gonna tell on you.
-Who are you gonna tell? -Teacher?
-Yeah, I am gonna tell the teacher.
-No. Teacher!
-Huh? [screams]
Don't eat me!
[squish!]
-Ohh! This new kid's really getting "chewed" out. [laughs]
I'm sorry. Too soon?
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[laughs] Knife!