- [Midget Apple Voiceover] We never stood a chance.
We thought we'd be safe in these four walls,
but they kept coming through.
They just eat and eat and eat some more.
Three times a day, usually.
And never the toasters or the fixtures.
Just food.
(air whooshing)
- Ah, he's peeling my skin!
- Mom, I'll save you!
- No, get out of here, run!
Oh!
- Guess he should've kissed his mom goodbye!
(laughing)
- Ugh.
- [Midget Apple Voiceover] Orange and the others,
think they can just laugh it off.
Think everything will be okay.
But they never think about what I've come to realize.
- Argh! - Oh!
- [Midget Apple Voiceover] When the titans,
are done with the others,
they'll have to eat someone else.
Us!
- Ah, oh, it was just a dream.
- You have that nightmare again, Little Apple?
- It's nothing.
How's the survey?
- All clear to the west.
Not a titan in sight.
- East side is clear as a rainbow!
(giggling)
- That doesn't make sense, but okay.
If the last reports comes up negative,
we can bring this scouting party home.
- Party, I love parties, yay!
- Yay!
- Double yay!
- Shut up, you want the titans to find us?
- You know, I think we might actually be okay, Little Apple.
All the scouting groups reported no titans.
- Not all of them.
We still need to hear back from the south regimen.
- Um, which way's south? - Right,
there!
(ominous music)
Black smoke!
- Oh, oh! - Doesn't that mean..
(rumbling)
- [Midget Apple] We have to get out of here, right now!
Ready the OMG gear!
- The trees, if we hide up there,
they're sure to leaf us alone!
(laughing)
(air whooshing)
- [Marshmallow] Hey guys, why do we call these OMG gear?
- [Strawberry] OMG, we're going so fast!
- But not fast enough!
We're gonna have to fight, ready?
- On three.
- Three!
(air whooshing)
(thumping)
- Argh!
(smashing)
- You mashed potato!
I'll get you, agh!
(air whooshing)
- Something just occurred to me.
Humans eat fruits, fruits come from trees.
- So?
- Doesn't that make this like,
the worst possible hiding spot!
They'll know exactly where to look for us.
- Calm down, Midget Apple. - Little Apple!
- There's no titans here to find us in the first place.
We're gonna be just fine.
(lightning crashes)
- You just had to say it.
- Delta formation, go!
(air whooshing)
- Wee!
(slashing) (groaning)
- Quick, we've got to get up and help Marshmallow.
- What good will we do?
We're too little!
- Ah, so you agree, you are too little, Midget Apple!
- Grr!
(electrical buzzing)
- Don't tell me you have a short temper too!
(laughing)
- Grr!
- Orange, lay off him, anyone got any ideas?
- I do, but we've got one tiny problem.
- What?
- Don't you say it, don't you say it!
(lightning bolt striking)
(ominous music)
- Wow! - Wow!
He's, he's...
- Naked, oh yeah!
Uh oh, gotta jet!
(air whooshing)
(roaring)
He's chasing me!
- [Pear] Hold on, I've got an idea.
(air whooshing)
- [Marshmallow] That tickles.
(giggling)
(thumping)
- Oh hey Marshmallow.
- Hi Orange, whatcha doin'?
- Leading a crazy mombo-sized Midget Apple over here.
(roaring) (thumping)
- [Marshmallow] Oh, me next, me next!
- Orange, that plan was amazing!
How'd you know Little Apple would grow huge,
if he got mad enough?
- Say what now?
(screaming)
(monstrous laughing)
(upbeat music)