(remote chimes)

- Say, has anyone seen Passion around?

- No, come to think of it

I haven't seen her in a while.

- Me neither.

- If feels like we haven't seen her in months.

- How does that make you feel, Orange?

(laughs)

- Why would it make me feel anything?

It's not like I have massive crush on her

and I'm in love with her

or happen to know how many days she's been gone

or anything. (laughs)

- Dude, you are so in love with her.

- I am not.

- Am too.

- Am not.

- Am too.

- Hey, what are we arguing about?

- We're not arguing.

- Are too.

- Are not.

- Guys.

- Passion!

- Passion.

- I'm back.

And brought presents.

(upbeat music)

- Passion, where you been?

- Guys, let me tell you.

There are a lot of theories flying around the kitchen.

Wild theories.

- Yeah?

Well, what did everyone think I was doing?

- Well I heard you took a job with the C-I-A.

(playful music)

- Hey, get her.

(alarm blaring)

- I've got you now Dr. Poe.

- I sink not Agent double O Passion.

(laughs)

(dogs growling)

(yells)

- The CIA. (laughs)

You can't be serious.

(gasps)

- That's exactly what a CIA agent would say.

- Oh

- Oh, yeah.

(overlapping chatter)

- I think it's feasible.

The CIA does use a lot of food agents.

Here's a fact, food agents were instrumental

in locating Osama Bin Ladel.

- Guys, I was not gone on some secret mission for the CIA.

Okay?

- Well, I heard that you went to Mars

as the world's first foodstronaut.

(dramatic music)

- [Voiceover] Passion, what's your status?

- I've landed.

- [Voiceover] Ten four, Passion, proceed with your mission.

- Roger that.

Freeze, I've got you now Dr. Alien.

- I think not Agent double O Passion.

Ah, ah, ah.

Ah, ah, ah.

Ah, ah, ah.

(lasers fire)

- Oh no!

(record scratches)

- I did not go on a secret CIA mission to Mars.

Ugh.

- I bet there's a pet alien in this box.

(object thuds)

(yells)

- Sorry to break it to you

but it's not an alien.

- She's right.

It's a paperweight from the Phoenix airport.

- Ah ha!

This falls right in line with the rumor that I heard,

that Passion went on a vacation to Phoenix.

- Ah, now this is the life.

(island music)

- Freeze, I've got you now Dr. Cactus.

- Well, I think not Agent double O Passion.

(laughs)

(bees buzz)

(screams)

- I'm not a secret agent you guys.

(laughs)

Seriously, I went traveling all around the world.

That's all.

- Story checks out.

Mine's a paperweight from the Beijing airport.

- Moscow.

(paperweight thuds)

- Mine's from a city I can't possibly pronounce.

Yay!

- Wow, these are great, thanks Passion.

- You're welcome.

And you have a gift coming, Orange

but I didn't know how to wrap it.

(laughs)

- So, we were gonna play Mario Kart, you wanna join?

I mean, I know you're probably tired from traveling

but if you wanna hang out, it's not a date or anything

of course, I mean, why would it be?

We're just a bunch of friends

hanging out platonically and stuff, right?

(laughs)

- Nailed it.

(laughs)

- Orange, I'd love to play Mario Kart with you guys.

- Wohoo, let's go!

- I'm right behind you.

(record scratches)

I've got you now Dr. Poe.

- I sink not Agent double O Passion. (laughs)

(gun fires)

(yells)

- What was that?

- Nothing.

I call Yoshi.

- Sure, why not.

Yoshi sucks.

(laughs)

- Hey, hey, tomato butt?

- My name is Greg.

- Okay, hey Gregory tomato butt?

- It's just Greg.

- Hey, Gregory Greg Greg tomato butt pants?

- That's even further from what I just said.

- Hey Gregorious potanamus tomato butt farts the third?

- Holy moly, what is wrong with you?

- Buddy, just do us all a favor and let it go.

The only way this is going to stop

is if you just ask him what.

- Fine, what?

What do you want, Orange?