(creaking)
(whooshing)
(glass smashing)
- [News Anchor] Predicting a four, even a five
twister for the entire Hunt County.
Meteorologists still don't know
what's causing these sudden storms.
- Ellen!
We've gotta go!
- Daddy?
- [News Anchor] We're urging everyone
to get underground immediately, including us!
(screaming)
(frightened murmurs)
- We should be safe here.
- [Carrot Wife] Honey, the door!
- Stay here.
- Be careful, Daddy!
- Don't worry baby.
The odds of a twister actually ripping open
a cellar door are...
Well, I guess I don't really know what those odds are.
Huh. (screaming)
- Daddy!
- No, stay with me!
Just stay with me!
- Stay with me, Helen.
Stay with me, Helen.
- Huh?
(explosive rumbling)
- [Helen] Look out!
(screaming)
- I left the stove on.
(faint screaming)
- Down there!
(cows mooing)
(demonic grumbling)
That was close.
- Where were you back there?
That was the third time we've almost died this week.
One more and I get a free smoothie.
- Sorry, just the storm and everything.
I was thinking about my dad.
- You can't bring him back, Helen,
no matter how many storms you chase.
- That's not what it's about, Bill.
It's about getting to the cause of these twisters,
so no more baby carrots have to see their dad sucked away.
Look, these storms seem pretty random,
but I think this last one established a pattern.
See?
(spitting)
(light playful music)
- Would you please stop randomly spitting seeds?
- Okay.
- I didn't think that would actually work.
(spitting)
- Hey!
- You said to stop spittin' randomly, so I did.
Now I'm aiming them.
See?
(spitting)
(sizzling)
- Ow, hey, orange, would you cut the shenanigans?
You're messing with my workout.
- Fine.
(spitting)
- Yeah, and can you turn off the blender too?
It's freaking me out.
(blending whirring)
(dramatic music)
- But, I didn't spit any seeds at the blender.
- Oh really?
Then who did?
- Seriously, it wasn't me.
I swear.
(blender whirring demonically)
- Look, he's right.
- Uh, okay.
That's starting to freak me out too.
- Don't worry, I got this.
(spitting)
(loud demonic groaning)
- Uh oh.
- This is where the next twister should be.
Help me with the probes.
- Hey.
What are you guys doing?
- We're storm chasers.
We think there's about to be a tornado in here.
- What?
Inside?
Here?
- Yes.
We don't really know what's causing them,
but your kitchen is definitely next.
Our probes here should tell us why.
- Hey, if we make it through storm number four tonight,
then I get that free smoothie.
- Smoothie?
(zapping)
(demonic groaning)
A smoothie, of course.
The tornadoes are being caused by malfunctioning blenders.
- Well ours has been on the fritz lately,
just started on its own all of a sudden.
- Squash, can you unplug it?
(groaning)
- Oh no!
It's battery-powered.
(screaming)
- Wah!
- There's nothing we can do.
We have to get somewhere safe.
- The oven.
- Steel walls, underground.
We should be pretty safe in here.
- The probes are booted up!
If the twister picks them up,
we should have a full read-out on it.
More data than anyone's ever had before.
That's it, we've got it.
I can finally analyze an entire twister.
(sizzling)
- Argh, hey, does it seem a little warm to anybody?
- My bad.
Body temperature's still up from my workout.
- Ah, crap.
The oven's on.
- Well, if I'm gonna get baked,
at least I'm getting baked with my friends.
- I am not getting baked.
Let's go.
- Well you can't go outside either.
Maybe we can ride the storm out before we broil.
- Doesn't look like it.
Computer predicts this one could last a whole hour.
We'll be charred crisp by then.
Wait, yes, that's it.
Maybe we can jam the blender's blades
and stop them from spinning.
- With what?
They're built to slice and dice.
Game over, man.
Game over.
- The probes.
They're metal.
If we can shoot enough down the cyclone,
that should jam the blades.
But who can aim them?
(lips flapping rapidly)
(spluttering)
- Anyone else got a case of cotton mouth?
It's like an oven in here.
- Well, you just volunteered yourself, Orange.
- Wah!
- Remember, spit as many of those probes down as you can.
You'll only have a few seconds before the cyclone
sucks you down into those blades too, so be quick.
- Sounds like a challenge.
They don't call me the Spittin' Citrus for nothin'.
(laughter)
(gobbling)
- Did we do the right thing?
- No, but it is quieter now.
(spitting)
(demonic groaning)
(machine gun firing)
(zapping)
(explosion)
- Ooh!
Wow.
(spitting)
- You did it, Orange.
Now we know how to stop the tornadoes.
Hey, where's my truck?
(record scratching)
(emotional piano music)
- I just wish my dad could see what we've done.
He'd be so proud.
(yelling)
(thud)
Daddy?
- Hoo hoo, I though I'd never get down from there.
Those twisters kept me spinnin' in the air for 20 years,
but I knew you'd get me down, baby.
- A family reunion.
It's so sweet.
I must have something in my eye.
- Aww.
That's nice.
- Agreed.
They really know how to put the care in carrot, don't they?
(crunch)
(wailing)
(quirky guitar music)
(cow mooing)