(ice cream truck music)
- La la la la la la la.
La la la la la la la.
- Would you stop that already?!
Ah, phew.
- Aw man. That was my new favorite song too.
How'd it go again?
- Dude, you sung it for like 20 minutes straight,
and you already forgot it?
It went like this, oh wait wait wait wait wait.
Haha, you know what? Nevermind.
- Greetings and salutations gentlemen.
- Hey! Who's this chill duddette?
- She's a popsicles duh.
- You're quite mistaken my curvy friend.
I'm no mere popsicle.
I'm the perfection of countless varieties
of frozen concoctions over centuries
of culinary experimentation.
I'm a class of frozen treats all on my own.
The gold wrapping I came in is worth
more than this entire kitchen.
I am the finest of gelatos.
I am the creamiest of caramels.
And you may call me...
- Snobsicle?
- Excuse you. My name is--
- Hey, hey snobsicle. Hey!
- Here we go.
- What?
- What's cooler than being cool?
- I'm not sure I understand the nature of this.
- Ice cold!
- What?
- I said, what's cooler than being cool?
- Ice cold?
- Alright, alright, alright, alright.
Now pear!
- No!
- Oh! What's that I hear out there?
Okay, I see how it is.
Just 'cause I get pushed back to the freezer
Danebo thinks he can just replace me?
What? You think you're better than me money bags?
- Think would be the wrong word my simple friend.
Not that you're capable of an intelligent thought.
I know I'm better than you.
- Thems fighting words, compadre.
They teach you how to roll over there at prep school?
- Hey come on. Let's all calm down here.
- Yeah, just chill out and let it go.
No need to give each other the cold shoulder.
(orange cackling)
(popsicles hitting in the air)
(popsicle lands)
(other popsicle lands)
- That's pretty tough for a preppy pop like you.
You don't even have a chocolate shell.
Get out of here.
- Because I'm not hiding a subpar
ice cream underneath, Heathen.
No wonder you were discarded in the back of your freezer.
- What's so bad about that?
The cold never bothered him anyway.
- Please don't!
(popsicles hit)
(popsicle spinning)
- Let him go, let him go!
Something, something! Let him go!
- Hey, what's going on?
- We're watching two popsicles fight to the death
before they inevitably melt.
- Oh, I wanna watch.
- Perfect, you can join in the next verse.
- No.
- Let him go, let him go!
Let the fight rage on!
- This reference is way too old.
- Yup. The past is in the past.
(popsicle flies off its stick)
- It worked!
- My word. It seems you do have a spine.
And look at that, there's an amusing little joke on it.
- What?
- You!
- Oh! You want some ice for that burn?
- That doesn't even make sense. They're popsicles.
(stick hits popsicle)
(popsicle falls in drain)
(garbage disposal rumbles)
- Check and mate.
No one sees past the old baited queen.
- A moment of silence for choco-pop,
so we can remember all the good times we had together.
(sentimental music)
(record scratches)
Oh yeah. We just met the guy.
- Yeah, well I've heard gelato's
like the softest ice cream there is.
So let's put that to the test!
- En garde!
(sticks clashing)
- I don't understand. I thought choco-pop was a goner.
- Must be nice when your skin's like solid ice.
Garbage disposal's got nothing on that kind of shell.
(sticks clashing)
- Hey, you smell something? It smells like gas!
- It wasn't me.
Wait, bah bah bah bah!
- Orange!
- Ah, quick. Get that fudge out of here!
What are you doing? Go!
Get the fudge out of here, ya silly butt!
We're all dead! Get the fudge out!
(explosion)
- Ew!
- God, does that smell good.
(upbeat music)