(pans clanging)
(orange laughing)
- Wow, oh, okay. Let's not do that anymore, all right?
- Yeah. Okay.
(pans falling)
- Oh, hey.
- Hey.
Yeah. What's up?
- Hey.
- Yes.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
- Yes, yes. I responded, hey, let's move on.
Okay there sport? - Why?
- Because it's getting old. - Why?
- It's annoying to just yell, hey at each other.
- Why? - I don't know kid.
It just is. - Why?
- Because I said no. - Why?
- Agh, because-- - Why?
- Agghhhh, (baby orange laughing)
- What is going on? Is there no one here watching you?
(baby orange blurping) (baby orange laughing)
- Wait, hold on a minute, are you the kid on my butt?
No, that came out wrong.
But not really, just where's a mirror.
Huh, it is you. I did it. I found a missing child.
I am a hero.
Hello? Hello? Baby orange, oh my gosh.
Did I seriously just lose him as soon as I--
Oh my gosh you scared me half to death.
(baby orange laughing). (baby orange belching).
Okay. So just, (phone ringing)
Hey, baby orange. (baby orange bouncing)
- Hey. - Hey.
- Hey. - Yeah, hi.
Stop bouncing around please just stay here
while I make an important phone call, okay?
Okay.
- Why?
Because someone is looking for you little buddy.
- Why?
Probably because they love you.
- Why? - Honestly kid I have no idea.
Oh yes, hello, hello?
Yes. I, I found this child, the child on my butt.
No, no, no that's not what I mean.
I know it sounds wrong.
It's a picture of the child.
Yeah. Small uh-huh, orange, outrageously annoying.
Can somebody maybe come pick him up
and give me my reward money please.
His name? Yeah, I'll ask. What the heck?
Where'd you go? All right behind me.
Where's else could he possibly be? Hey, look I'm sorry.
I seem to have lost him again,
and wait that feeling kind of weird.
Can you just give me a moment?
(baby orange laughing)
What the heck you were hiding inside me?
How did you even get inside of me?
You telling me right now. - Why?
- Agh, tell me your name kid. (baby orange farts)
- Yeah. - Okay. Listen.
He's, he's not telling me his name.
Okay. But he is driving me absolutely insane.
He's just bumping and farting and--
Oh, you know what I'm talking about?
That's so great.
So we're located here at the stove and--
What do you mean you're not coming to pick him up?
Oh, come on. (milk carton crying).
Hello, hello. (phone crashing)
(baby orange blurping then laughing)
Steer his hand. If you wanna snatch me up again,
then I'm game. Hand get me out of here.
(pans clanging and baby orange blurping).
Hand, you gotta get me out of here. Arghhh.
Oh crap. He's gone again. Baby orange where are you now?
Oh, holy cullet curtains.
Kid you got to get off that thing
- Yeah. (baby orange laughing)
- Why? - Because it's dangerous.
- Why?
- Because you could fall in and get blended
- Why?
- Because that's what blenders do, they blend?
- No.
- Yes they slice and dice everything
that you put inside of them.
- Oh. Yeah. - Oh, okay.
I'm so glad you understood what I'm saying.
Now if you could just, what did--
- Yeah. (laughing)
- Baby orange do not put that tennis ball in there?
God, what the f--. (baby orange laughing)
Do not put that computer in the blender either.
Don't you do it. - Phew. (laughing).
- Holy molly. - Yeah. (laughing).
- Don't put that into the, yeah I'm okay with that one.
(baby orange laughing).
- Great. He's gone again. Whatever, that's fine.
Hopefully he stays gone just long as he's not hiding inside.
Oh God. (baby orange laughing)
That's it. Get me out of here.
Hand, hand. Oh, yes, yes, I'm free, I'm free.
(baby orange laughing).
Noooh.
(slow upbeat music).