- Hey!
Hey, Rainbow Snake, hey!
- Great, this guy again.
- Hey Rainbow Snake.
Hey, hey!
- Just ignore him.
- Hey!
Hey!
- What, what?
What do you want?
- (laughing) Hey, if a Rainbow Snake
commits a crime does he go to prism? (laughing)
- (groaning) For the last time,
I'm not a snake, I'm a gummy worm.
- Okay, jeez.
No need to throw a hissy fit. (laughing)
- Grr.
Stop it!
- Stop it. (laughing)
- (sighing) Leave me alone.
I'm handing out flyers.
- Whoa!
You can fly?
- No, I--
- I didn't know you were one of those flying snakes!
- I'm not a snake, I'm a worm!
- Oh, I get it.
- Finally.
- So what's it like being a flying worm?
- Orange, I cannot fly.
I am handing out flyers for the big dance.
See?
- Whoa, a dance?
Can I come?
- Sorry, it's the Annual Gum Ball.
You're not invited because you're not gummy.
- True, but I am a ball! (laughing)
- Clever, but you still can't come.
(disk scratching)
Oh, it's her.
Balinda.
She's the most perfect woman in the whole world!
- Who, what, where, how, now, brown cow?
- I've wanted to ask her to the Gum Ball for years.
She'd never say yes to a gummy boy like me.
- What you talkin' 'bout?
Of course, she'll say yes.
I can tell you've been working out.
- It's true, I have been hitting the Earthworm Gym lately.
But I'm too nervous to ask her.
- You know what they say, early worm gets the...
Wait, how does that go again?
Anyway, chop chop!
- I know, I know.
The dance is only a few days away.
I gotta ask her soon.
- No.
Chop, chop!
- Huh?
Ah!
- Whoa!
I know my jokes are side-splitting
but this is a whole 'nother level! (laughing)
- You know what?
I think I am gonna ask Balinda!
Sure, it'll sting if she says no,
but it won't sting half as much as getting cut in half did.
And, I survived that just fine!
- What are you talking about, bro?
I'm asking Balinda.
- What?
I've wanted to ask her for--
- Years, I know.
We're the same person.
- Well, only one of us can ask her.
- Shall we fight it out?
- Sure, name your weapon.
- Knife.
- Seems like a weird choice considering
neither of us have arms, but--
- Ah! (swishing)
- Whoa, looks like we've opened up
a whole can of worms now! (laughing)
- All right.
Now, I'm sure I can take the sting of rejection.
I'm asking her out right now!
- Me too.
- Me three.
- Me four.
- And me five.
I'm here to ask Balinda to the Gum Ball.
I believe we'll have a bear-y good time.
- What?
You can't ask her.
I'm asking her.
- So am I!
- Shut up, mes!
- Something tells me she'd rather go with a whole candy.
Step aside, short stuff.
- Chew on this!
I'm asking Balinda to the Gum Ball!
- Aw, Chewing Gum too?
- Ahem!
Sorry to drop this on ya outta the blue,
but I'm asking Balinda to the ball!
- Over my gum bodies!
- Looks like there's only one thing left to do.
- May the gummiest guy get the girl!
(shouting) (thudding)
- Ah, we're stuck again, aren't we?
- This happens every time!
- Oh look.
She's coming this way!
- Balinda!
- Balinda, hey!
- Hey guys.
Y'all okay?
- Oh sure, we're great.
- Never better.
- Yeah, they've never felt more connected. (laughing)
- Hey Balinda.
You can't see my abs because you know,
they're fused to a Gumdrop, but I have a six pack.
- Listen Balinda, I...
(gum candies clearing throats)
We have a question for you.
Will you go to the dance with us?
- Sorry fellas, but I only date hard candies.
Come on, cowboy.
- Much obliged, ma'am.
- That hurt.
- Sorry you guys don't have dates to the Gum Ball.
But look on the bright side.
You are a gum ball. (laughing)
(gum candies groaning)
Knife!
- Ah!
(upbeat music)