Please sign.

- No, not you again.

What are you doing here?

- Bringing you the mail, you shirmpy idiot.

Now, can you please sign here

and give me a five star rating?

It would really help me out a ton,

I really appreciate it.

- Ahh, what reeks?

- I think it's the box.

- What did you do to it this time?

- It wasn't me, I promise.

It was totally like this when I got it.

(playful music)

(glass breaks)

(box crashes)

(cheers)

(glass breaks)

- Well I'll be a son of a gun, you did it.

Here's your $5 bucks, Mike Tyson.

Well, maybe it wasn't exactly like this

but the thrilly part sure wasn't me.

Thanks, buddy.

- Dude, did you really just give him five stars?

- Nah, they're not real stars, Pear.

Here are six stars.

Little Apple, here's 20 zillion stars.

Try eating them, maybe they'll

make you big and strong.

(laughs)

(screams)

- Congratulations, you're our one millionth visitor.

- I am?

- You are.

And that means you win.

- All right!

I won! I won!

I knew I could do it.

Oh, I just want to thank all you guys

for always believing I could do it.

Oh, I'm giving this guy a star for sure.

- Does this seem fishy to anyone?

- Umm, wow, rude.

- Get back in the box, this is my con.

- Meh!

- Come to think of it, yeah.

How can Orange be your millionth

visitor if you're in our kitchen?

- You're just jealous you didn't win first prize.

Hey, Spam-A-Lot, how do I get my prize?

- I just need your social and address

and the prize is yours.

- Come on, Orange, you even know what you're winning?

And why does he need your home address?

He's already in your home.

- Boo-yah.

- Perfect, I'll just go get your prize and...

(high-pitched whistle)

- That was weird.

- Greetings, friends.

I come bearing good news from the east.

I am a Saudi Prince, you see,

and my fortune has become too much to bear

and you seem like a worthy friend to give it to.

- Oh, yeah!

Easy money.

How much you giving me?

- How much you want?

- A bafillion dollars.

- Well, shoot (clears throat) you're wish is my command.

I just need your bank account number,

social security number, check routing number,

ahh, to sort these things through.

- Well, I don't have a bank account.

But Pear does!

Take his.

- Dude!

- It's okay, Pear.

I can share some of it with you.

- Many thanks, friend.

Allow me to get your fortune.

- Oh, my eyes aren't as perfect as they used to be

but, is that Orange I see?

- In the peel.

Do I know you?

- No, dear, but I'm a friend of your grandmother's.

- How's she doing?

- Oh, she's quite sick I'm afraid.

Low on Vitamin C.

She asked me to swing by and borrow some money for medicine.

- Oh, no!

Well, I'm all out of money.

Pear's bank account is dry.

- What?

Since when?

- Since about 20 seconds ago.

- Let's get that savings account too

if he's got that much money in it.

(clears throat)

That's normal, yes, International Transfers and all.

Nothing shady going on at all.

- Well, perhaps I could just take a few trinkets

back to cheer her up.

Let's see, maybe this magnet.

This spatula's pretty nice.

Isn't that the sweetest miniature apple?

- Ahh, I'm not a trinket.

- Sorry, munchkin.

It's the eyes.

Let's see, anything else I can take?

- Frying Pan?

- Hmm, well yeah, that does go with the spatula.

But how would I carry it?

- No, Frying Pan!

(screams)

(sizzles)

(screams)

- Oh, stop it, it burns like, ahh.

- Oh, gross.

They smell even worse when they're cooked.

- Ahh, no!

How am I gonna win my, umm, my.

What did I even win, again?

- You didn't win anything, dude.

It was all a scam.

And you wiped out my bank accounts.

- I'm sorry.

But don't worry, I'll refill your accounts.

- Really?

- With stars!

- Ahh.

- Great idea number 2,050.

Muffins are no longer allowed into the kitchen.

(glass breaks)

- Why wouldn't we allow muffins in the kitchen?

- Because some muffins, not all muffins but some muffins,

have poppyseeds.

- That's true.

- Okay, and what's wrong with poppyseeds in muffins?