- Whoa! I've never been in a butt store before.
- I didn't even know they were a thing!
- Oh yeah. Dude.
A lot of people like me out there
who need a new butt. You know?
Trust me.
The owner of the corner butt boutique
do very well for themselves.
- Wait where's orange?
- Hey friends!
I thought it was only appropriate to enter through the rear.
(Orange laughing)
(Apple laughing)
- Listen everybody, behave yourself. Okay?
This is like the best butt store in town.
If they don't have the replacement butt of my dreams,
nobody will.
- Corey. Welcome.
I'm cheeky, your personal sales person for the day.
Please step into our fitting room.
As for the rest of you, make yourselves comfortable.
Enjoy the complimentary soda.
- Complimentary soda? Uh-oh.
I'm about to make some really poor decisions.
I can already tell.
(orange with bow burping)
(glass clashing)
- I'm not usually a fan of shopping,
but this I can get behind.
(oranges laughing)
- Oh, here he comes!
- All right you guys.
Feast your eyes on this!
(rock guitar strum)
- Talk about real buns of steel!
(orange laughing)
Titanium, actually. Yeah! This thing is military grade.
Apparently repels bullets.
- Not to mention, women.
- Can't hear you over the sound of my butt
being so awesome.
Go ahead somebody...
Shoot something at my butt!
- Ummm...
- Mm...
- Do it!
I'm about to make a major purchase here.
I got to test it out.
- Okay!
(orange spits)
Ha! Didn't even feel it.
Although, when I think about it,
that could be just be because I lost a half of my brain
that feels pain so...
- A butt that can't feel anything seems like a downside,
if you ask me.
- What do you mean?
- Like if you're going to shout out
a bunch of money for a new butt,
shouldn't you be able to feel stuff?
You know, the softness of a sofa.
The snugness of a good pair of jeans.
- Hey, don't look at me like that.
- You know what little apple,
that's actually a really great point.
If I wanted a numb bum, I'd stick with the status quo.
Cheeky, show me something else in my thigh,
I want to feel my new bike.
- As you wish sir.
- How y'all doing? Enjoying yourself?
- Oh yeah.
- Some of a us, a bit too much.
- Boohoo!
Guys, if you mix the sodas together,
the flavors, absolutely disgusting!
(orange with bow laughing)
(stomach growling)
Uh, I don't feel very good.
- Sir.
- Looks like we got another one. What do you think?
(little apple screams)
- I mean, it feels great.
Aw, yeah. Soft cushion.
(orange spits)
Yup, felt that feed. No butts about it.
This butt works.
(spring boings)
- Um, Corey. Are you sure you're okay with the color?
= What about it?
- Whoa, who let Rafiki in here?
(orange with bow laughing)
(orange with bow burping)
- Rahooki? What's she talking about?
Someone tell me what's up with my bottom!
- Corey, your butt is red. Like bright red.
- So what? I'm red.
- Mm...
- I'm an apple though, so I'm red, right?
Sure. I lost the half my brain that sees color
but surely I'm the same color as my brother. Right?
- Well, remember, we're half brothers.
- So, who's going to tell him?
- Not it!
(stomach grumbling)
- My stomach hurts!
- Sir, I'm afraid you're not red.
- Excuse me?
- You're yellow.
- What? Nobody calls me yellow.
- Sir?
- I'll do a stunt, right here, right now,
call me yellow!
I am the opposite of yellow!
A couple of motorcycle over the moon!
(objects clashing)
Somebody give me a helmet.
I'm going to write a canoe off the edge of the earth.
- That won't be necessary, sir.
I've actually alerted security,
and they'll be seeing you out.
- Oh, no. Okay, you know what?
You know what? I made a scene, and I'm sorry.
See, I had an accident,
and I lost a half of my brain
that acknowledges social decorum and also voice volume.
See what I mean?
- Yes, yes I do.
- Quick you guys, help me pick out a butt
before they throw me out on it.
- How about that yellow...
I mean, that, appropriately colored butt over there?
(spring boings)
- It's simple, classic, elegant.
I love it! Yeah, I could get used to this.
- It's your lucky day, sir.
That butt just so happens to be on sale.
The price has been...
- Caught?
- Yes!
To be more precise, the price has been...
- Slashed?
- Yes, but in fact the price has been...
- Halved?
- Yes... It's...
- Fifty percent off?
- Yes, congrats, you can read.
Would you let me get out a sentence?
- So, fifty percent off!
- Huh?
(yellow apple screams)
Oh wait, it's actually hung up there by a string.
- Yes, it's for the sale.
- Kind of a weird sign to hang directly above me,
got to say.
- Also, that string looks weirdly frayed.
Don't you think?
- Oh yes. We only use the cheapest and lowest quality string
to hang our extremely dangerous sales signs
directly above our customers.
But as long as everyone behaves and
doesn't cause any sort of commotion,
we'll be just...
- Whoa-oh!
(stomach grumbling)
Here it comes!
(orange with bow burps loudly)
- Oh come on!
Aw man, that was the one!
- I would say that was more like the number two.
(Orange laughing)
- Noo!
- Please leave now, all of you!
- Well, guess that's the end!
(Oranges laughing)
(Orange with bow vomiting)