Annoying Orange HFA – Founding Fruits

Annoying Orange HFA – Founding Fruits


-♪ He’s Orange,
he has a lot of friends ♪ ♪ They live together
on a fruit stand ♪ ♪ They have adventures
all across the land ♪ ♪ And even play in a
rock and roll band ♪ ♪ He’s Orange ♪ ♪ Annoying Orange ♪ ♪ He’s Orange ♪ ♪ Annoying Orange ♪ ♪ He’s Orange ♪
[Orange laughs] [pinwheel whisting]
-[laughs] -What’s he doing?
-Knock it off! -[laughs]
-Knock it off, pulp-for-brains! -[laughs] -Man, what a beautiful day. -Whoa, Watermelon. -Makes a watermelon
glad to be alive and– [sniffing] Hey, what’s that smell? [fuse sizzling] Oh! Sweet Mother of Fruit!
It’s ME!!! [explodes and screams]
[fireworks whistle and pop] [fruit cheer] -Watermelon go boom, am I right?
[chuckles] -Whoa! Watermelon really
had a short fuse. [laughs] -I hate this holiday.
-Hey! Hey, Nerville! What’s with all the
patriotic decorations and exploding watermelons?
-Uh… it’s Independence Day, when we humans celebrate
the founding of our country by launching explosives into the
air till 4:00 in the morning. -Wow, that sounds awesome. I wish we fruits
had a day like that. -We do.
-Hey, Grandpa Lemon! There’s a bird’s nest
on your head. [laughs] -It’s not a bird’s nest.
It’s a powdered wig. -Tell that to the parakeet.
[laughs] [parakeet squawks]
-Shoo, fiend! Get out of here! -Ooh! Are you gonna eat those? -Nah, you can have ’em.
-Thanks! [yolk splatters]
-[laughs] -Back in the 1700s, our founding fruit fathers
wore wigs just like this one, and I wear it every
year to honor them on Fruitdependence Day! -Fruit-da-what-you-say?
-Fruitdependence Day. It’s the most important
fruit holiday there is. -Huh? Never heard of it. -Are you guys for real?
Even I’ve heard of that. Although I do talk to fruit. -What is wrong with
our educational system that you young whippercitrus
don’t know your own history? -What’s a whippercitrus?
-What’s history? -What’s an educational system? -Asked and answered. -Sounds like Grandpa Lemon
needs to school you guys. -School? Yuck! [contraptions rattle and warble] [Apple screams, squish!] -Ooh! My bad. That’s my bad. -As the great Benjamin
Franklemon once said, “Those things
that hurt instruct.” -Whoa! Benjamin Franklemon
flutin’ gibberish? -Sure was. -Hmm. Think I need
to adjust the torque. [pow!] Ow.
[grunts] [dazed]:
Mommy. [thump!] -Fruitdependence Day
is when we celebrate the freedom of our fruit nation, the greatest fruit nation
that ever existed, the United Fruits of Amerifruit.
[sparkle!] It all started in England,
where fruit was and still is used primarily as an
underarm deodorant and worse. -Yuck!
-[groans] [banana grumbling]
-(Passion Fruit) Gross. [banana grumbling,
Orange laughs] -And if that wasn’t bad enough,
the fruits were under the tyrannical rule of weird
King George the Grapefruit. -King George?
More like King Engorged! [laughs]
‘Cause you’re fat. -I’m not fat. I’m a grapefruit. -A fat grapefruit.
[laughs] -[laughs]
It’s funny ’cause it’s true. -That’s not fat! It’s muscle!
To prove it, I hereby decree that all subjects must watch
me flex 24 hours a day. Guards! Block the door! -(Orange) Vegcoats! The horror!
[subjects screaming] -Flex… [grunting]
-It’s horrible. -What’s he doing?
-[grunting] [all reacting in horror] -Glutes! [straining]
-That’s my limit. -Oh! And a hernia.
-I’m out of here. -[softly]:
Hey, no one’s guarding the door. [fruits scamper]
-Ow! -Hey. Where’d everybody go? -(Grandpa Lemon)
Seizing their opportunity, they headed for the New World. -[grunts] [all cheer in triumph] -Arrgh! Ha-harr!
There be fruit for our bellies. [all yelling] -(Orange)
The horror! The horror! [fruits scream] -No one survived. [others scream]
I never said it would be pretty. Our history often involves
horrible seagull attacks. Stop screaming!!! -So, if everyone got eaten, how did our ancestors
get to America? -Fortunately, we fruits have
a clever survival mechanism. After the seagulls
devoured everyone, they flew over this new land and planted the seeds
of our forefathers. -Stay on target.
[seagulls squawk] Stay on target! Poops away! [splattering]
-That’s gonna stain. -(Grandpa Lemon)
And New Fruitland was born… ehm… from poop. King George heard tell
of the good life the fruits were living
in the New World, and he became jealous. -Those colonists think
they can not watch me flex and get away with it? Ha! -(Grandpa Lemon)
So he put tacks on the fruit. [spitting tacks] Who’s your daddy now?
[chuckles, spits] [fruit screaming] -I don’t find it so unpleasant. [tacks bombarding,
groans in pain] -In the summer of 1776, Orange Washington
decided he had enough. -I’ve had enough of
these tacks-es. [others murmer in agreement] Let’s show
King George the Engorged what we think of his tacks-es.
Quick! Someone grab a camera and
take a picture of me doing this: Nya-nya-nya-nya-nya.
Nya-nya-nya-nya… -Cameras don’t exist yet. -Oh. Then we’ll do
the next best thing: we’ll write him an angry letter. [tack impales]
[grumbles] -“We hold these truths
to be self-evident…” [scoffs] That’s stupid!
What do you got? -“King George is a
cubby chubbykins.” -No. “That all fruits
are created equal.” -Oh, yeah. That’s good.
“All fruits are created equal… except for apples.”
[laughs] -Huh? I don’t get it.
-That’s ’cause you’re an apple! [laughs]
-Classic, Orange. [snickers] -(Grandpa Lemon) Many tedious
hours later, they had drafted the Declaration
of Fruitdependence. -I agree about the apples, but the rest of this document
makes my juice boil! -Shall we draft a response? -No! Send in the Vegcoats! -(Grandpa Lemon) King George
sent his vegetable army to teach the colonists a lesson. -[laughs heartily] [Vegcoats screaming] -They call got eaten. [all screaming] Are you all done?
-No. [screaming] [all screaming] Okay. Now we’re done.
Please continue, Grandpa Lemon. -The colonists knew King George’s army
would arrive eventually. -Oh, man, oh, man, oh, man. Oh, man, oh, man,
oh, man, oh, man, oh, man. Oh, man, oh, man, oh, man!
I’m freaking out! What’s the signal again? -One if by land,
two if by seagull. [jet sounds] -[hesitating] It’s by sea! It’s by sea! -The Vegcoats are coming!
The Vegcoats are coming! [poop splattering]
-Whew! That was close. -(Grandpa Lemon) And arrive
they did… from poop. [splat-splat-splat!
splat-splat-splat!] But Orange Washington
and the Minute Maid men… and woman were
ready for ’em. -Ready! Aim! -[spits seed]
-That is disgusting! [speeds firing] -Ah!
-Ah! You are kidding me. -That is just disgusting. [spewing multiple seeds,
Vegcoats speaking indistinctly] -Stand your ground!
-They’re not retreating. -Don’t be such an apple.
Their morale is wounded. Now to finish them off.
-Uh… with what, pray tell? -Insult bombs! Hey, Vegcoat!
I smell victory! No wait, that’s lettuce welting.
[laughs] -Oh, that is–
[boom!] -There’s no way you
guys are gonna win. You’re just gonna “arti-choke.”
[laughs] -He strikes with vicious fury!
[boom!] -And you smell too.
[laughs] ‘Cause you’re an onion. -It hurts ’cause it’s true.
[boom!] -(Grandpa Lemon)
Orange Washington’s pioneering insult-bomb technique is still
used by the military today. Hoorah! -And furthermore,
your mother is a big, fat– -Okay, okay! Enough! We give up!
-(Grandpa Lemon) In 1781, after nearly five years
of seed warfare and annoying insult bombs,
Cornwallis of Fruit Britain surrendered to
General Orange Washington. King George conceded defeat. As a condition of his surrender,
he agreed to stop flexing, recognize New Fruitland
as a sovereign nation, and agreed to change
his name to King Engorged. -‘Cause he’s plump.
[laughs] [teeth shatter]
Aw, that’s not good. -(Grandpa Lemon) Sadly, having
neglected his dental hygiene during the Fruitvolutionary War, Orange Washington
had to get wooden teeth. -Hey! These look nice! -(Grandpa Lemon)
Thanks to his heroism in battle, unwavering stand
against tyranny, and his ability to touch
his tongue to his eye, Orange Washington
was swept into office as the first fruit president.
-I, Orange Washington, do solemnly swear to uphold the
Office of President. [laughs] -(Grandpa Lemon)
And he paved the way for future plant-based leaders like Abraham Lincorn and Jimmy Carter.
[ding!] It was a one-term presidency. -Wow! I had no idea
Orange Washington was so cool! Whatever happened to him? -Oh. He was eaten by seagulls. [fruit screaming] -[gasps] No, I don’t want
to go to school today. Oh, it’s you guys. Could you keep it down?
I’m trying get some shuteye on the pavement… in the
middle of the daytime. Please? Thank you.
Sweet naughty nectarines. -Hey, how do you know so much
about history, Grandpa Lemon? -Obviously he was there.
[laughs] ‘Cause he’s old. -Don’t be a jerk, Orange.
He’s old but not THAT old. -Actually, I WAS there.
I lived every moment. -Wait. You mean YOU’RE
Benjamin Franklemon? -That makes you
over 200 years old! -Well, lemon is a preservative. That and my intense passion
for older women. -Wow!
You’re a national treasure! -An inspiration to us all!
-A seagull! -What? No, I’m not a– [seagull squawks,
Grandpa Lemon screams] -Hey, hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey, hey! That’s a dollar! -Eventually they
get all of uuuuu… ♪ My country I salute ♪ ♪ Sweet land of talking fruit ♪ ♪ Of thee I sing ♪
Goodbye, kids! -What’s he saying?
-I have no idea. -Sorry,
Grandpa Benjamin Franklemon! We don’t speek gibberish!
[laughs] Captioned by StreamCaptions.com -You had your chance! No! Stop! Mommy. [yells]
I don’t like that signal. Oh, okay.
[crew laughs] It’s exfoliation.
Hit it, Daddy Lemon. He’s not really my daddy.
We do look similar, though. [seagull squawks]
Things get fired. But it’s totally worth it. [laughter] [seagull squawking] Why didn’t you
tell me I had this?