(electronic beeping)
- [Voiceover] Orange!
Orange!
Oh no!
Orange!
(mysterious music)
(upbeat, banjo music)
- All right, who's ready to go camping?
I've got the sleeping bags.
- I've got the matches.
- I've got the marshmallows, yeah, yippee!
- And, I've got the RV.
(tires screeching) (explosion)
- [Both] Whoa!
- I cannot vouch for where I got this RV,
or why it seems to be exploding.
(explosion)
- (coughing) My product, it's ruined!
- Whoa, who's the egg and why is he cracking up? (laughs)
- Hunts, fantastic.
- What, don't like my yolks? (laughs)
- Listen, sorry if I don't give heed to your whimsical
wordplay, but I'm very busy!
- Ah, you look upset, I'll cheer you up with a joke.
Knock, knock.
- I am the one who knocks.
- Knock, knock.
- I am the one who knocks.
- Okay, fine, you start.
- Knock, knock.
- Who's there.
- Say my name.
- Say my name, who?
- If you don't know who I am, then perhaps
your best course is to tread lightly.
- Um, was that the punch line?
- Ah!
- Uh, I think what Orange is trying to say is that
we just want to know who you are.
- That is a long story.
I used to be a high school home economic teacher
by the name of Walter Eggwhite.
My cooking was renowned across New Mexico.
Then I found out that I was going rotten.
I couldn't pay for the expensive, hard boiling treatment
that would save my shelf life,
so I fell into a world of crime.
Now, they call me, Eggsenberg.
Now, if you could all please get out of my way,
I need to cook.
(springing)
- Yay, pancakes!
- No, not pancakes, this is chili pepper hot sauce
with a tweak of chemistry,
and acidic heat so pure,
a single drop could scramble your brain.
- Yay, brains!
- When the recipe is done exactly right,
the sauce turns a perfect orange.
(explosion)
- Easy there, sauce boss, everyone knows
I'm the only perfect orange around.
- You're wrong, this is our turf now.
- Our turf?
- Oh yes, this is my associate, Messy Pinkman.
- A yo, don't even think of tellin' anyone our plans.
Snitch.
- Yeah, we're not really interested
in the hot sauce business or the inevitable violence
that comes with it.
- I'm not in the hot sauce business,
I'm in the empire business.
(gun fires)
- Hey fire, all I see is some runny eggs. (laughs)
Now hand over the hot sauce, Eggsenberg.
- What the shell?
- A yo, this is bad Mr. Eggwhite.
It's the carton cartel.
- See, inevitable.
- Sheesh, this is getting (speaks in foreign language.)
(laughs)
- Everybody put your weapons down.
It's all over, Walt, or should I say, Eggsenberg?
- Oh no, it's my brother-in-law, Hank On These.
- A pig, and I hate pigs.
- Everyone just calm down,
there's a completely rational explanation.
- Put down your weapons, all of you.
- Hand over the hot sauce.
- Ah!
- Are you in trouble, better call Saul!
- How could this possible get worse?
- Well I don't know, somebody could spit a seed in your eye.
- Well, yes, I suppose that could--
(gun fires) Ow!
- (laughs) Told ya!
- Fool, you ruined my recipe.
It's become completely unstable.
- Oh.
- Ah!
(screaming)
- Yeah, snitch, science.
- Oh Bessie.
(explosion)
(screaming)
- Orange!
Orange!
- Uh, uh, oh, sorry guys, guess I needed a power nap.
Hey, where's old Egghead?
- Yeah, well, the explosion kind of, mm,
Well, look for yourself.
- I told you I'd get you, Walter.
You're in danger now.
- I'm not in danger, I am the danger.
- Yo, Mr. Eggwhite, somebody ratted us out.
Everyone here's a snitch, you're all snitches.
- Wow, poor guys, Imma let them work out their problems.
(laughs)
- It's over?
Ah, now I'm breaking sand.
(laughing)
(bell dinging)
- Uh oh.
(explosion)
(laughing)
(snappy music)
(laughing)
Knife.