- We here at the Annoying Orange
have a very exciting announcement.
Well, two very exciting announcements, actually.
First, we've reached 5 million subscribers!
Woo-hoo! - [Audience] Yay!
- [Orange] Thank you guys so much!
Hoist that sign, Grapefruit.
(audience applauding and cheering)
(grunting) - Man, this is heavy.
- Second, as a thank you to all our fans,
Marshmallow has agreed to finally reveal the tidbit
we've all been dying to know.
- My gender!
Yay! - [Audience] Yay!
(audience woo-hooing) - Hold this.
- What the? Seriously?
- So welcome to the 5 Million Subscriber Extravaganza
Secrets Reveal!
(audience cheering)
- Oh, come on, that's too many words.
Not to mention, redundant.
- Suck it up, tough guy.
- Now, here are the rules.
The audience will ask five questions
in order to get hints from Marshmallow.
At the end, we guess.
If we guess wrong, we never get to bother Marshmallow
with gender-related questions ever again.
- [Audience] Yeah!
- But, if we guess correctly,
the audience wins $5 million!
(audience cheering)
Hoist the money up so everyone can see it, Grapefruit.
- How did I get this job?
- All right, who wants to ask the first question?
- I've got a question.
My wife owns like 40 pairs of shoes.
How many pairs of shoes do you own, Marshmallow?
- Zero.
(audience grumbling)
- That seems like something a boy would say.
- After all, what do I need shoes for?
I don't have any feet. (laughing)
(audience groaning) - That's a good point.
- Nice waste of a question, Brad.
- Shut up, Clint!
- Another question from the audience?
- My husband is always leaving the toilet seat up.
Do you leave the toilet seat up, Marshmallow?
- I like to be considerate to everyone,
so I always leave the toilet seat at a 45 degree angle.
Yay!
- That's not helpful at all.
- I have a question for Marshmallow.
Do you have a crush on anyone?
- I sure do.
I have a crush on Crush. (laughing)
(audience gasping) - Sweet! You do?
- Yep, I also have a hankering for Handkerchief.
- Holy!
- And that' not all.
I have love for Glove,
I feel passionately about Passion,
and I care for Pear. (laughing)
(audience groaning) - Well, I'm confused as ever.
- I have two children.
My son prefers blue, but my daughter prefers pink.
What's your favorite color, Marshmallow?
- Light purple.
- Dang it!
That's the color you get when you mix blue and pink.
- Yay! (audience groaning)
- Hey, Marshmallow, what's your middle name?
- Ooh, good one.
- Thanks.
- My middle name is Jordan.
- Ah-ha!
My brother's name is Jordan.
- Wait, my sister's name is Jordan.
- Mine too.
- Uh, great!
(buzzer going off) - That's five questions.
(audience grumbling)
- The time has come to guess.
Is Marshmallow a boy or a girl?
Take a moment to discuss.
(indistinct chattering)
- Not too long, please.
I'm dying here.
- All right, we've reached a consensus.
We believe Marshmallow is...
(drum roll)
a girl.
- [Audience] Yay!
- Well, Marshmallow, are they correct?
- Well, as a matter of fact--
- I can't do it anymore!
(snaps) - Lookout!
(screaming) (squashes)
- Ahh!
(audience screaming)
Is everyone except Apple, okay?
We can still hear Marshmallow's answer, if so.
- Lookout, Matchbox!
(audience screaming)
- Ow!
I'm okay, I'm okay.
What's Marshmallow's gender?
I gotsta know!
- Well, I'm a--
- Wait, is it hot in here or is it just (screams)
(explosion) (audience screaming)
- Marshmallow, we have to know!
What is your gender?
(fire alarm bell ringing) (audience screaming)
- I'm a...
- We didn't quite catch that.
Could you repeat it?
- I'm a--
- I can't hold on any longer!
(explosion) (audience screaming)
(fire alarm bell ringing)
- Whew, we made it.
- And it's all thanks to our positive attitudes.
Yay!
- Okay, now we have no possible distractions.
For once and for all,
what is your gender?
- Well, Orange, I am glad to finally put this to rest.
I'm a--
- Guys, I'm still holding the $5 million.
(fire crackling) - Uh-oh.
(snapping)
(screaming) (thudding)
Is anybody listening to me?
Guys, we do not need this product.
This is madness!
- This isn't madness. (boings)
This is Apple!
- Huh? (smacks)
- Ahh!
- Into the pit of naysaying with you, naysayer.
(laughing)
- [Orange] Knife. (swishing)