Annoying Orange: Kitchen Carnage

Orange: Aw, where is it? Where's my name?

Pear: Hey Orange, whatcha reading?

Orange: Stupid varsity lists. I didn't make either team.

Strawberry: Whoa, can you believe it? I'm a starter!

Orange: You're an apple.

Pear: Uh... guys? Those aren't teams.

Strawberry: Sure they are. There's gonna be a big game and everything.

Orange: Yeah, salads vs. smoothies.

Strawberry: Hey! Ow!!

Orange: Whoa!

Pear: Strawberry, what happened?

Strawberry: Oh, I think I landed on my teeth.

Orange: Yay!

Pear: Huh?

Orange: What? Now I get to play for Team Smoothie.

Strawberry: Nuh-uh, nothing's keeping me out of the game... Ah!

Pear and Orange: Whoa!

[Strawberry yells]

Orange: Whoa, I guess Strawberry didn't make the cut. [laughs] Ooh, ow.

Pear: Dude, those (Kiwi #1 and Kiwi #2 teams those) aren't teams. Those are recipes. Wait, my name isn't on there, is it?

Kiwi #1: Ha-ha, not likely.

Kiwi #2: The list for second place is in the ladies' room.

Kiwis: [both laugh]

Orange: Look Pear, it's a couple of ki-weenies. [laughs]

Pear: Kiwi? Oh God, that's on the list.

Kiwi #2: You know it.

Pear: No, that's not good. You've got to run for it.

Kiwi #2: Ah... [groans]

Orange: (Daneboe blender those press button) Ah!

Kiwi #1: Hey, what happened to-- Ah! Pleh!

Pear: Oh no.

Orange: I hope those guys can "blend" in. [laughs] (Daneboe blender press button, it and out guys can hope) [kiwis scream] [yells in terror]

Lettcue: Geez, what's all the racket about?

Pear: Lettcue, you gotta get out of here.

Orange: Yeah, you gotta "head" out. [laughs]

Lettcue: Uh, why is that?

Orange: Trust me, you should just "leaf." [laughs]

Lettcue: Leave? But I just got here.

Pear: You gotta get out of here! Run! Run while you can! (Lettcue running while can groans)

Orange: Whoa! Talk about getting "flipped off." [laughs]

Pear: Oh no, it's happening again.

Lettcue: (Daneboe got sliced and Lettcue's knifed again) [Lettcue screaming]

Orange: Ugh, talk about a "split" decision. [laughs]

Pear: For the last time, this isn't a game. There's no rules, it's just...

(DRUM!!!!!!!!)

Pear: Wait, that's it. Orange, every time we talk to these guys, they get chopped up.

Orange: Or blended.

Pear: Whatever. The point is, maybe if we keep our mouths shut, nothing will happen.

Orange: I gotta keep my mouth shut?

Pear: Exactly.

Orange: But I've never done that before.

Apple: Whoa! What's going on up in here?

Orange: Hey! Hey, Apple...

Pear: Dude, shut the mouth.

Orange: Oh yeah, right.

Apple: Yo, I'm talking to you guys.

Orange: Nya-nya-nya-nya-nya...

Pear: Shh!

Apple: Hello?

Orange: Nya-nya-nya...

Pear: Quiet!

Apple: (tongue makes noise) [imitates babbling] What's wrong with you man? You know, besides being an orange. [laughs]

Orange: [groans]

Apple: Hey, hey Minute Maid, why don't you clean up this place? [laughs]

Orange: [growls]

Pear: Quiet.

Apple: What's the matter? Your mouth won't open? Maybe a little "cit-rusty." [chuckles] Booyah!

Orange: [growls]

Apple: What's your pal's name? Mr. Green Jeans? [laughs]

Pear: Oh I'm sorry, we were just trying to save your life, but then you, you gotta go and be an apple. Well, you know what?

Apple: What?

Orange: Knife! (Daneboe got knifed slices Apple's) [all yelling] (slices Daneboe got knifed Apple's) Man, that was one bad apple. [laughs]

Midget Apple: Go, smoothies!

Marshmallow: Yay!

Midget Apple: What? Did we miss the game?