- Hey, hey Waffle!
Leggo my Lego! (laughs)
- It was funny the first seven times, dude.
I'm outta here.
- Just one turret left to put on.
- Great, so who's got the turret?
- I've got the turret: picklefart!
Poopcicle!
- Dude, that's Tourette's.
- Ah, then I guess I don't have the turret.
Crapcorn! (laughs)
- Ah, we're gonna get letters about this one.
- It must be in the bucket.
Orange to the rescue, whoop!
- You see anything?
- Nuh uh, it's really dark,
smells kinda funny, too. (imitates passing gas)
Oh wait, that's just me.
Ha ha ha, whoa!
(dramatic music)
- Dude, what's going on?
(electricity crackling)
- [All] Whooooa!
- I'm getting so dizzy, oh!
What the?
- [All] Whoa!
- This vid just got rebrickulous! (laughs)
(upbeat music)
- This is seriously the craziest thing
that's ever happened to me.
Well, since my bar mitzvah.
- Look what I can do! (spits)
- Whoa ho ho ho, it's a magical world made of Legos.
Hey!
(spits)
(laughs)
Hey, knock it off!
You know, Why do I even hang out with you guys, oh?
- I honestly have no idea. (spits)
(laughs)
(groans)
- Orange, what exactly happened inside that bucket?
- Uh, I don't remember much.
I think I must have blocked it out! (laughs)
Seriously though, I have no idea
how we'll ever get back to normal.
- Why would we ever go back to normal?
This place rules!
Well, I really gotta hand it to you, Orange.
(laughing)
- Agreed, Little Apple, this place kicks butt!
(screaming)
- Ow!
- (laughs) Goooooooal!
- Dude, get off of me!
- Would that I could, Pear.
I'm stuck!
- Whoa, this is weird.
It's getting tough to tell where I end and you begin.
- (sighs) I felt that way once.
Her name was Bernice.
- No seriously, I suddenly feel like,
like I have a major Napoleon complex.
- Yeah, and suddenly I feel super duper boring!
- Guys, I think your personalities are combining!
I wonder.
(shouts gibberish)
Whoa whoah.
Not sure what that was, but let's not ever do it again.
(dramatic music)
- Uh oh.
- Uh oh? What are we uh oh-ing about?
I'm not scared of anything now that I have--
- Hands?
- Yeah, call it rash, but I feel really powerful and--
- No, hands!
(screaming)
- Ow!
(screaming)
- Ow, my everything! (laughs)
- Is it gone?
- Is everyone okay?
- I've definitely been better.
- Yeah, I'm feeling a bit scattered right now. (laughs)
- Okay, this next part is critical.
We have to try and reassemble ourselves very carefully!
- Easy peasy!
Boom baby!
- Hey, those are my arms!
- And my eyes!
- And my ax!
- Shut up, Gimli, go away.
- Alright, fine.
- Seriously dude, gimme back my eyes.
- No way, I like yours better.
You have 20/20 vision!
Take my eyes, they're okay.
- Guys, settle down.
We wouldn't want to start a--
- Body parts arm race.
(upbeat rock music)
- Woo hoo, I got Pear's brain!
- I got Orange's tongue!
- No fair!
That tongue can touch eyeballs!
- I'll trade you Little Apple's vocal cord
for that tongue.
- No deal.
- Wait, do we even know who's who anymore?
- I think I'm, like 40% Orange, 30% Pear,
and 30% Little Apple.
- We'll call you Little Porange. (laughs)
- I think I'm mostly Grapefruit with a touch of Gimli.
We'll call you, somebody I never want to hang out with.
(laughs)
(groans)
- Rude!
- Ah, the fist, it's back!
Everyone into the bucket!
(dramatic music)
- Whoa!
- Ah!
Watch it!
- [Orange] Hey, who's touching my butt?
- [Pear] That's my butt!
- [Orange] Well stop touching your butt! (laughs)
- [All] Whooooa!
(energy roaring)
- [Little Apple] Are we back to the normal kitchen again?
- I think so.
Let's take a gander.
(record scratching)
Oh boy.
D'oh! (laughs)
(upbeat music)
(cheerful pop music)