– [Voiceover] What do you think? You ready? – Of course I’m not ready. I piddle myself pretty much any time a dentist gets a drill anywhere near my mouth. – [Voiceover] All right, any
final words, Midget Apple? – Don’t call me that. It’s Little Apple. (mumbles) – [Voiceover] No, no, no,
you’re doing it wrong. It’s more of a (mumbles). (mumbles) – [Voiceover] No, no, no, (mumbles). (mumbles) – [Voiceover] Nah, D minus. (laughs) ♫ Friday, Friday, gotta
get down on Friday– – Whoa, zombies? Well that bites. (laughs) – What, zombies? (phone rings) – Hold on, hold on, Pear’s calling. – Did you just get that emergency alert? – [Voiceover] Yeah, and it is not a test. Hurry, get over here– (yelling and screaming) – You wait here. I’ll get the supplies. – Okay, I got the stuff. Rubber chicken, kazoo, whoopee cushion, another kazoo. – Good thinking. I’ll get the TNT. (laughs) You’re gonna need to defend yourself. I can’t be with you the whole time, okay? Look, this is how you use it. The safety’s right here. – Yep, right in there. Go ahead, reach right in. (laughs) – Little Apple, we can
only take one friend. Which friend, Marshmallow or Grandpa Lemon? – Why don’t you take Grandpa Lemon? – Yeah, thanks for choosing me! It means the world. – (laughs) I understood like zero words in that sentence. Yeah! – Okay, Little Apple, we’re gonna rally with the other fruits in Munchkin Land. How well do you speak Munchkinese? – We don’t have time
for this, Little Apple. – Do you think we should stop by the fridge for some more supplies? – Yeah, yeah, he’s probably right. – He’s probably right. – Let’s go anyway! (laughs) – Well, yeah, this is what it’s like inside the fridge when the door is shut. – I’m going out for supplies. I’ll be right ba– (roaring and screaming) – Oh, no! The zombies got him! (marshmallow screams) Aah, they got Marshmallow too! – Oh, hello there. (yelling and screaming) – Surprise! (laughter) – We pranked you, bro. There’s no zombie apocalypse. – You, uh, what? (laughter) – Personally, I didn’t expect you to fall for it so hard. – Yeah, I thought you’d only fall for it a little. (laughs) (laughter) – Ah, whatever. (laughter) – Eew. – My wife owns like 40 pairs of shoes? How many pairs of shoes do you own, Marshmallow? – Zero. (mumbling) – That seems like
something a boy would say. – After all, what do I need shoes for? I don’t have any feet. (laughs) – That’s a good point.