(spooky music) (ghoulish laughter)
(Orange snoring)
(door opens)
- (screams) What the?
- [Spooky Voices] Ice cream.
- Hey, who left the freezer open?
Not cool guys.
(laughs)
- [Spooky Voices] You scream.
- Oh, I bet it's Pear and everyone else.
Guys, wait!
I wanna go to the freezer party too!
(boing, boing)
- [Spooky Voices] We all scream for ice cream.
- Laser beams and jelly beans.
Punch the royal Queen in the spleen.
(laughs)
I love rhyme time you guys.
(creepy music)
Guys?
Pear?
Little Apple?
- [Spooky Voices] I scream.
You
scream.
(Orange shivers)
We all scream for--
- ICE CREAM!
- Ahhhh!
(eerie music)
(cheerful music)
- Wow, thunder is created from cow farts.
- You learn something new every day.
(glass breaks)
- [Man] Oh, my leg!
- Hey, hey Pear.
- Um, hey Orange.
- Hey Pear.
- Dude, are you okay?
- Pear, wanna go in the freezer?
- Um,
no.
- Why not?
There's a whole library of boring books in there.
It's fun in the freezer.
It's ice to meet the freezer, Pear.
(maniacal laughter)
Ooh, Marshy, hey Marshy, hey.
Did you know that there are rainbows in the freezer?
- Really?
I love rainbows, yay!
- And Grapefruit, there are sexy lady grapefruits
in the freezer too.
- Wow, wouldn't have expected them to be hanging out
in a freezer.
- Wait, are you guys serious?
You can't honestly trust Orange.
He's acting so...
funky.
- Funky?
I like funky.
You can get funky in the freezer Pear
(laughs)
♪ Funky in the freezer, ooh, funky in the freezer, oh! ♪
- See!
- Sorry Pear, gonna need to check out these ladies.
You understand.
- [Spooky Voice] We all scream for ice cream.
(Ominous voices)
- What the crap?
- Well, that wasn't ominous at all.
- Don't worry guys, I'm sure Marshy and Grapefruit
are just fine.
- [Marshy] Wheee!
Yay, that was fun!
- Oh, Marshmallow, Grapefruit!
You're okay.
- Yeah, it's so much fun in the freezer Pear.
- You guys should try it.
- Yeah.
I'm gonna pass on that one.
- Yeah, try it guys.
- Yeah. - Yeah, try it.
Just give it a whirl.
- What is going on?
Can we chill it with the weirdness?
- Yeah, chill it.
- Chill it, chill it!
- Go the freezer!
- Chill it.
- My God, we're not going in the freezer.
Ah, something really creepy is going on here.
- Yeah, everyone that goes into the freezer
comes out possessed.
- Exactly!
I think the freezer might be...
HAUNTED!
(eerie sounds)
- I agree.
I think we should get out of here, like, now!
- Finally, an idea I can agree with.
Where'd you leave your monster truck?
- I parked it in the freezer.
- Got it!
- Little Apple, no!
- [Little Apple] Hey, my monster truck isn't in here.
- [Spooky Voices] Ice cream!
- Oh for cryin' out loud.
(boing, boing)
- Wahhh, Pear,
go in the freezer.
- No, no one is every going in that freezer ever again.
(loud bang)
- You shouldn't do that Pear.
(suspenseful music)
- You're going to regret that, Pear.
- Ha! Rah.
There. No more freezer weirdness.
Now life can go back to normal--
- [Spooky Voices] I scream.
You scream.
We all scream for ice cream.
(loud explosion)
(Ice Cream roars)
- Whaaaa!
- Yaaaaay!
- Yeah!
(Pear screams)
(Ice Cream roars)
- Whoa.
(Ice Cream screams)
- Oh no, you don't!
Take this!
(Ice Cream roars)
(click)
(whoosh)
(fire sizzling)
(Ice Cream roars)
- Oh no, bastard!
- Help him!
- Oh no, oh no, help him!
(Ice Cream groans)
- [Grapefruit] Help him, Freezer Master, hurry!
(explosion bangs)
(Grapefruit screams)
(Little Apple screams)
(Orange screams)
(Pear screams)
(Pear panting)
(peaceful music
- Oh, it was only a dream. Ho-ho-ho
- Pear, what's wrong?
I heard you screaming.
- Ahh, it was nothing.
Just a bad dream.
(Orange chuckles)
_ Well, I brought you something
I think might make you feel better.
- Um, thanks, I guess.
- No problem.
Night, Pear.
(Pear breathes out)
(soft music)
- ICE CREAM!!!
(Pear screams)
(Ice Cream whooshes)
(air whooshes)
(engine hisses)
- Star log 11-23.
I'm approaching the planet surface now.
(heroic music)
No signs of life.
(whoosh)
- La bla bla bla la bla bla bla bla.
- Well, no signs of intelligent life.
- La mla mla...
(Orange coughing)
- I think I ate a fly.
- Just incredible.
Greetings, Earthling!
I am astronaut Ice Scream.
- Wow!
Cool helmet!
Can I wear it?
- No!
No, you cannot.
It's the only thing keeping me alive
from Earth's toxic atmosphere.
- Yeah, I see your point.
It could be pretty toxic sometimes.
(Orange farts)
(Orange laughs)
- Well, tell me, are there any other,
perhaps smarter Earthlings around,
that I might be able to speak with?
- No, I'm basically the smartest fruit in the whole kitchen.
(Alien sighs)
- Yep, I was afraid of that.
- Go ahead, ask me any question at all.
- All right, you're on.
What is the mass of Jupiter?
- I bring the mass of Jupiter under there.
- Under where?
(Orange laughs)
(Alien groans)
- I will say this,
of all the planets I've visited in this galaxy,
this is certainly the most annoying.
- Ow! What other planets have you visited?
- Well, I've visited Venus, Mercury--
- Have you visited Uranus?
(Orange laughs)
- Yes, I've also visited a number of planets
outside your solar system,
including my own planet.
- What'd you do on Uranus?
Did you sit on Uranus?
- So what if I did?
(Orange laughing)
- Uranus!
- I can see we're getting nowhere here.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a mission to complete.
- Yeah, totally understandable.
It's your anus on the line if you don't.
(Orange laughs)
(Alien groans)
(Alien breaths)
- Okay, keep it together.
(drumroll) I hereby claim
this incredibly stupid, primitive planet
in the name of Planet Dessert.
- What's that supposed to be?
- This?
Oh, it's just the flag of my planet.
Planet Dessert.
We're conquering you.
Do ya have a problem with that?
- Well, it's just...
It's a weird looking flag.
- Ah, our flag's weird!
Well, you know what, maybe,
maybe your flag is the one that's weird, ha?
D'ya ever think of that?
- Okay, but--
- But what?
Our planet is literally made of ice cream,
so my apologies if it's not normal looking to you.
But you better get used to
a culture being imported from Planet--
- Dessert?
- Yes!
From Planet Dessert.
- No, desert!
- What the...
Hey, that's not a real sundae, you dork!
Gees, just when you think Earthlings couldn't be any dumber
they go and confuse the sundae flag with the real thing.
(Orange laughs)
(Spoon bangs)
(Alien screams)
(Orange screams)
- I'm about stabbed to to foam,
what are you screaming about?
- I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream.
(Orange laughs)
- This is no laughing matter.
The atmospheric pressure on my home planet
is thousand times that of Earth's.
If this visor were to break all the way through
I would be sucked out and vaporized immediately.
- Wow, so your mission is dairy, dairy dangerous.
(Orange laughs)
- Yes, extremely dangerous.
Now I must get back to my ship
before my helmet gives way.
Did you see my--
- Saucer?
- Yes, my flying saucer.
(suspenseful music)
- Now, saucer!
- Ah?
(suspenseful music)
(Alien screams)
(glass breaking)
(Alien purrs)
- Wow!
That ice cream sure took some lax.
(Orange laughs)
Sorry, too spoon?
(Orange laughs)
(air whooshes)
(Orange singing)
- Will you stop that already?
(ice cream van plays music)
(engine roars)
- Ah, phew!
- Ah, man!
That was my new favorite song too.
How'd it go again?
- Dude you sang it for like twenty minutes straight
and you already forgot it?
It went like this...
Oh, wait, wait, wait.
Ha-ha, you know what?
Never mind.
(air whooshes)
- Greetings and salutations, gentlemen.
(air whooshes)
- Hey, hey!
Who's this chilled dudette?
- She's a popsicle da!
- 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 gelatoes.
I am the creamiest of carmoes.
And you may call me--
- Snubsicle?
- Excusio, my name is--
- Hey, hey Snobsicle, hey!
- There we go.
- What?
- What's cooler than being cool?
- I'm not sure I understand the nature of the--
- Ice cold.
- What?
_ I said, "what's cooler than being cool?"
- Ice cold?
- All right, all right, all right, all right, all right,
all right, all right, all right, now, Pear!
- No.
- [Popsicle] Oy!
What's that I hear out there?
Okay, I see how it is.
(rock music playing)
Just 'cause I get pushed back to the freezer,
Dambo thinks he can just replace me?
What, you think you're better than me, money banks?
- "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 in prep school?
- Hey, common, let's all calm down here.
- Yeah, just chill out and let it go.
No need to give each other the cold shoulder.
(Orange laughs)
(Popsicles whoosh)
(1$ Popsicle screams)
- That's pretty tough for a preppy pup like you.
And 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.
(whoosh)
(1$ Popsicle screams)
- (sings) let him go, let him go, something, something
let him goooo!
- Hey, what's going on?
- We're watching two popsicles fighting to the death
before they inevitably melt.
- Ho-ho-ho!
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!
- Yep, the past is in the past.
(1$ Popsicle screams)
It worked!
- My word, it seems you do have a spine.
And look at that!
There's an am using little joke on it.
- What?
- You.
- Oh-hohohoho.
You want some ice for that burn?
- That doesn't even make sense.
They're popsicles.
(air whooshes)
(1$ Popsicle screams)
- Check and mate.
No one sees past the old banin queen.
(grinding stops)
- A moment of silence for Choco-pop, so that we can remember
all the good times we had together.
(piano music)
(music suddenly stops)
- Oh yeah, we just met the guy.
- [1$ Popsicle] Yeah, well,
you know I've heard that gelato's
like the softest ice cream there is.
So let's put that to the test!
- En garde!
(heroic music)
(metal swords clinking)
- [Popsicles] Ya!
- 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 kinda shell.
(metal swords clinking)
- [Popsicles] Chu! Chu!
- [500$ Popsicle] Hy-ya!
- Hey, you smell something?
Smells like gas.
- It wasn't me.
Wait,
(sniffs)
babababababababa--
_ Orange!
- Aaa, quick, get the fudge outta here!
What are you doin'?
Go, get the fudge outta' here, you silly butt!
We're all dead!
Get the fudge out!
(Pear screams)
(loud explosion)
(screams)
(whoosh)
- Ehew!
- Goodness, that smell good!
(cheerful music)