- What up, fruity toots?
We got Pear, we got Grapefruit, and we got yours truly.
Today we're gonna do the Baby Food Challenge.
- Orange, if I may, I'd just like to clearly state upfront
that I am not a baby.
I am not and I never have been.
- (scoffs) You've never been a baby?
- Correct, I was born this size.
- Sure, dude.
- I'm serious.
- Well then, your mother must've been huge!
- I would appreciate if we didn't bring
my mother's size into this, but yes, she may have won
a prize or two at state fairs in the mid-90s.
(Pear groans)
- Alrighty then, here's how the Baby Food Challenge works.
I'm gonna airplane spoonfuls of baby food
into these guys' mouth one at a time.
- Orange, we agreed no airplane noises.
- Right.
- Ah, you guys are just plain boring (laughs).
- Argh. - Ah.
- That's fine, that's fine, no airplane spoons.
But once the food is in their mouths,
they'll have to guess the flavor.
Every correct guess is a point.
Let's do this thing!
Pear, you're up first.
- Here goes nothing (gulps).
(coughs) Oh, this one tastes awful.
- Well, they're not all gonna be winners.
What's your guess?
- I, I don't know, it tastes like no food I've ever had.
Honestly, it tastes like a foot.
- Wow, you got it!
This is foot-flavored baby food.
Nice job, Pear, our early front-runner.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, foot flavor?
Where'd you find such a gross-flavored baby food?
- I don't know, probably at the pooper-market.
(Grapefruit and Orange laughing)
- Oh, I thought we were gonna be eating normal baby food,
like sweet potato or banana.
- Yo, what you talking 'bout?
One of my best friends is a sweet potato.
- Yeah, my cousin's a banana.
We're not murderers, Pear.
We're just trying to do
a fun little challenge video, got it?
- Okay, yeah, I got it.
- Good, this is a light-hearted challenge video, bro.
Try not to ruin everything for once, would ya?
- Grapefruit, it's your turn!
- Hm, I'm gonna say this is
chocolate-cake-flavored baby food.
- Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!
You got it, we're all tied up.
- Wait, wait, I'm sorry, he just got chocolate cake flavor?
- You heard my guess.
You know very well it was chocolate cake flavor.
- I had to eat a foot, and he gets cake?
- Hey, relax, I'm sure it'll all even out in the end.
- (groans) I guess you're right.
- Ready for your next spoonful of baby food, Pear?
- Fine.
- All right, here comes the airplane!
(imitates engine humming)
- Would you stop that?
I'm not a baby.
- (laughs) Okay, here ya go!
- (gulps) Oh, oh, this doesn't taste good at all!
(groaning and retching)
- Whoa, barf city!
- Ugh, what was that?
- It was baby food.
What'd it taste like?
- (scoffs) I don't know, 'cause I barfed immediately.
All I can taste now is barf.
- You, sir, are correct.
- The flavor was barf?
- And for that you get a point, hooray!
- Who is feeding these flavors to their children?
- Yeesh, Pear, for someone who claims not to be a baby,
you're sure acting like one.
- That's it, Orange,
give Grapefruit the baby food you just fed me.
- I can't do that.
He already knows the flavor.
But I can give him this flavor.
I think it's the best one of all (laughs).
- Fine, as long as Grapefruit understands
what I'm going through.
- Here we go.
- (groans) Ooh, this is, this is gross!
- Ha, you see?
- I, I totally understand now, Pear.
I am so, so very sorry for what I said.
- Do you have a guess?
- Yeah, I'm gonna go with raspberry pie.
- Ah! (buzzer buzzes)
Sorry, it was actually strawberry pie.
- Oh, that makes sense.
- What, he got strawberry pie?
I just ate barf-flavored baby food and he gets strawberry?
- Yeah, dude, I hate strawberries.
- Plus he got it wrong, which means you win, Pear.
(triumphant fanfare) - I do?
- Yeah, you just won, two to one.
- Well, well, I guess that's pretty cool.
What's my prize?
- A lifetime supply of baby food!
- Oh, come on!
- Also, it's barf-flavored and you get it all right now.
- Huh? (screams)
(upbeat rock music)