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♪ 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 ♪
(laughing)
Great decorating, gang.
This'll be the best Valentine's dance ever!
(sighs) Well, uh, have fun, guys.
Nerville, aren't you coming to the dance?
Nah. Valentine's Day never really works out for me.
I always get my hopes up that I'm gonna meet
the girl of my dreams.
Aw. It could happen.
And we'll fall in love
and sail over the oceans
on a flying doom turtle named David.
Slightly less realistic, but still.
And then we'll settle in the Galapagos,
where we'll teach miniature alpacas to walk on two legs
and start a dance troupe.
Okay, well, I doubt that'll happen.
(crying): I know!
Valentine's Day is always so disappointing.
(sobbing)
Here's your chance, Ginger.
Just be so charming to Pear
that he... (shrieks) asks you to the dance.
Okay, okay, but...
what if I don't know how to be charming?
It's easy.
Just find everything about him completely fascinating.
And whatever you do, don't mention those weird roots
growing out of your back. Now go!
Uh, hi, Pear.
You're looking very...
fascinating today.
Oh. Hey.
"Hey." That's a fascinating word choice
from a fascinating fellow.
Are you okay, Ginger?
Whoa. What a penetrating question.
You're so deep and complex.
Um, I think I need to go.
No, you can't... not... no, not until...
not until you need to...
(groans)
Ugh, looks great.
Got to run. Bajoink!
Ginger, are you okay?
That was awful.
I totally ruined my chances with Pear.
Don't feel bad.
I'm sure it could re-peared.
(laughs)
Maybe.
But I'm still the only one without a date to the dance.
Not the only one.
That's right.
Marshmallow doesn't believe in dating.
Love was invented by corporations
to sell greeting cards!
Don't listen to Marshmallow.
Romantic feelings are great,
even if you never get to express them.
Yeah, like if you have a crush on someone,
it might be better never to tell them at all. (giggles)
Exactly. And avoid every chance to be straightforward.
Are you talking about each other?
Orange and I are-are... we're only...
We're just friends!
Is it just me, or do you guys feel oddly fed up right now?
I feel a lot of things,
and only one thing can make it better.
ICE CREAM: Oh, no.
Another one of these people who want to eat their feelings.
You won't take your self-pity out on us.
Back off!
Fine. Geez.
I despise Valentine's Day.
I'm so sad, I could practically hear my heart breaking.
(glass shatters)
(gasps)
Do not tell me you stepped on my glasses.
Sorry.
You're sorry?
Well, I'll be sure to tell that to all the people
I was supposed to help find soul mates today.
Wait. You make people fall in love?
Duh. I'm Clementine the Cupid.
Since I can't read now, I need you to take this
and look up my assignments under "Daneboe's Grocery Store."
You can't read this?
Whoa, love really is blind.
How on the nose.
Technically, love has astigmatism.
But I see what you're getting at.
"Dinner Roll and Breakfast Pastry."
Oh, yeah? Then why is it called
"the most important meal of the day"?
Please, any meal that includes toaster pastries
can't be taken seriously!
Mm-hmm.
Hand me an arrow-- a pink one.
(target beeping)
GINGER: A little to the left.
Eh, more to the right.
Now fire.
And you know what else I think?
(deep voice): I think you're the flakiest woman
I've ever seen.
(gasps) Be still, my heart.
GINGER: Whoa.
It actually worked!
Yeah, yeah. No time to celebrate.
I've got to get new glasses and then race to my next mission.
No, you can't go yet.
There's, uh, there's one more name on your list.
There is?
Uh, yeah. Come on!
LIL' SQUISHY: What up, Daneboe's Grocery Store?
I'm your host, Lil' Squishy.
Y'all ready to fall in love tonight?
I want to fall in love!
All right, let's do this thing.
Whoo! Get your love on, people.
Whoo!
(music stops)
I've been handed an announcement.
It says, "Love is just a dirty trick played on us
to assure the propagation of the species."
Hey, who wrote this?
(giggles)
Subversive propaganda. Yay!
(nervous giggling)
Uh, so, Passion,
there's something I want to tell you.
Something I should have told you a long time ago.
Yeah? About what?
Um, about us.
(shrieks)
Are you okay?
Yeah, totally. Just keep talking.
Anyway, I've been having all these feelings.
(shrieks)
So, this guy Pear--
the scroll said his match is someone named Ginger.
I don't remember this being on the list.
Um, uh-huh, yeah, Ginger.
She's cool.
She's got a weird back-root thing, but you'd like her.
Now, uh, point it a little more to the left.
So, what I'm trying to say is that
Fire.
(gasps)
...Ginger.
What?!
You missed. Fire another one.
(grunts)
Oh. Why, why, hello, Ginger.
Again, again, again.
(grunts)
Ginger. Ha-cha-cha!
Again, again, again.
Ginger.
Hurry, he's getting away!
I don't know.
I've got to go close range to be sure.
Wait. Hello?
Where are you?
(grunts)
Ginger?
Pear.
I was just looking for you.
Yeah.
I was gonna ask you to dance.
(echoing): ...ask you to dance.
...ask you to dance.
Whoa.
So what do you say?
Dance with me?
I say...
Never! She's dancing with me.
What? Why would we dance?
Because I'm in love with you!
And you're in love with me!
Whoa, no, no! I'm not. I'm not.
Yeah, she's in love with me.
Right?
No, me!
Ginger, is this true?
No, Pear, listen, there's, like, an explanation for all of this.
Explain it then, Ginger.
Yeah, why did you steal our dates? (growls)
Sounds crazy, but these arrows can make people fall in love.
Must have shot some of you by mistake. I'm sorry.
(demonic voice): Give us those magic arrows!
(clamoring)
PASSION FRUIT: Give us those magic arrows!
Ah! Give me, hey, ow!
Right over here! I want that!
Time to set things straight.
Huh?
Uh-oh.
(screaming)
Marry me! (chuckles)
We'll live with my mom!
Oh.
I love you so much, Ginger!
I love you so much, Peach!
I love you so much, Bag of Chips.
(giggles)
All right!
(gasps)
FEMALE VOICE: Yeah!
(laughing excitedly)
Whoop! Hyah! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
I laugh in the face of your tyranny.
(giggles)
Cupcake, our love will never die.
Radish, our love will never die.
No, our love will never die.
(grunting)
(giggles)
Oh! Ah! Ooh! Ow! Ooh! Ow!
I don't want to feel anymore!
(sobbing)
Oh, this is awful!
It's all my fault!
Uh, am I really seeing this,
or is my astigmatism playing tricks on me?
Astigmatism?
Whoa, light bulb! That's it!
Hey, what-what are you...?
I need those.
(exclaims) Hey.
How many bowls of punch does this party need?
I'm sorry I lied, Clementine.
I've seen people do way crazier stuff in the name of love.
Besides, this is exactly why we bring pink and white arrows.
I don't know what happened.
(all chattering)
I've been pollinated against my will.
(shudders)
That should do it.
Does everything seem back to normal?
Uh, let me check.
Hey, Orange and Passion, do you have crushes on each other?
What? Why would you even ask us that?
We're just friends, we're just friends!
Back to normal.
Then...
let's party!
All right, people.
Let's do this love thing. Whoo!
PASSION FRUIT: Whoo! Yeah!
Let's get this party started!
Hey, Pear.
Just wanted to say sorry I hit you with that arrow.
What? You didn't shoot me.
I did not... what?
Are you... could you... what?
(panting): You mean you always
wanted to dance with me?
I've been looking forward to it for a while now.
So, shall we?
Don't do it, Ginger!
The deadly hand of love has you in its clutches!
Flee! Flee! Flee!
Oh, whoa. Oh!
I love love!
Just one more loose end to tie up.
(sighs) Ice cream.
I like all this ice cream.
Cookie Dough-- I like Cookie Dough ice cream.
I like Delicio-Berry ice cream.
I like Chocolate, mmm.
Blue-- I like Blue a lot.
Invisible-- oh, that's wonderful.
Huh?
It's hard to find; it's always sold out.
Or is it?
It's hard to tell, really.
I like Yummy-Tast...
(grunts)
Mmm.
Love that flavor.
Hello, girl.
What you doing later?
To the Galapagos, David!
On the wings of love!
(laughs)
Whoo! Yeah!
Brain freeze, brain freeze.
(gasps): Oh!
You are cold, girl.
I hate Valentine's Day.
(laughs)
This is the third-best day of my life!
(whoops)
Yes!
To the Galapagos, David!
We'll teach miniature alpacas to walk on two legs
and start a dance troupe.
(echoing): ...dance troupe. ...dance troupe.
One, and two, good.
No, no, Rachel, Rachel.
(making goofy noises)
Al-packing the heat.
Don't hit your... (groans)
All the way down.
(sighs) Give yourselves a hand.
(alpacas groan)