THE ANNOYING ORANGE: (in rhythm) Ain't no party like a kitchen party 'cause a kitchen party never stops!(laughs)

(Daneboe places Grandpa Lemon on the counter.)

GRANDPA LEMON: (eyes shifting nervously) Wha--? Wh-- where where am I?

THE ANNOYING ORANGE: Hey! How's it goin'?

GRANDPA LEMON: Oh hey there little fella. What's your name?

THE ANNOYING ORANGE: I'm an orange.

GRANDPA LEMON: Well, it's nice to meet you, Boris.

THE ANNOYING ORANGE: No, Orange.

GRANDPA LEMON: Oh, George.

THE ANNOYING ORANGE: No! ORANGE!

GRANDPA LEMON: Oh! Orange! Aw, sorry about that. My hearing just ain't what it used to be.

THE ANNOYING ORANGE: I'll say.

GRANDPA LEMON: You can call me Grandpa Lemon.

THE ANNOYING ORANGE: Okay! Hey Grandpa Lemon!

GRANDPA LEMON: (eyes shifting nervously) Who-- who said that?

THE ANNOYING ORANGE: I did! Hey! Hey Grandpa Lemon!

GRANDPA LEMON: Hey there little fella. What's your name?

THE ANNOYING ORANGE: I told you! It's Orange.

GRANDPA LEMON: Whatever you say, George.

THE ANNOYING ORANGE: Hey! Hey Grandpa Lemon!

GRANDPA LEMON: What's that, Boris?

THE ANNOYING ORANGE: Why you such a sour puss? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

(Grandpa Lemon is snoring loudly. Orange is still laughing.)

THE ANNOYING ORANGE: (stops laughing) Hey! Grandpa Lemon?

(Grandpa Lemon is still snoring.)

THE ANNOYING ORANGE: Grandpa Lemon?

(Grandpa Lemon is still snoring.)

THE ANNOYING ORANGE: GRANDPA LEMON!!

(Grandpa Lemon wakes up.)

GRANDPA LEMON: Whoa! Wha-wha-what? Wh-- who are you?

THE ANNOYING ORANGE: I told you a million times already! I'm an orange.

GRANDPA LEMON: What are you doing in my house?

THE ANNOYING ORANGE: (sighs angrily) Hey! Hey Grandpa Lemon!

GRANDPA LEMON: What?

THE ANNOYING ORANGE: Chicken butt! (laughs)

GRANDPA LEMON: Chicken Hut? Well where's that?

THE ANNOYING ORANGE: No! Chicken butt!

GRANDPA LEMON: Check my butt?

THE ANNOYING ORANGE: No. Chicken BUTT!

GRANDPA LEMON: You don't say. You know I didn't know that that's what the kids are into these days.

THE ANNOYING ORANGE: What? No, it's a joke.

GRANDPA LEMON: A joke? Well I got one for ya. Why did the porcupine cross the road?

THE ANNOYING ORANGE: Why? (Grandpa Lemon starts snoring again.)

THE ANNOYING ORANGE: Oh for crying out loud! Hey!

(Grandpa Lemon is still snoring.)

THE ANNOYING ORANGE: HEY!!

(Grandpa Lemon wakes up.)

GRANDPA LEMON: Huh? What?

THE ANNOYING ORANGE: Why'd the porcupine cross the road?

GRANDPA LEMON: I don't know. Why?

THE ANNOYING ORANGE: No, I'm asking you.

GRANDPA LEMON: Me what?

THE ANNOYING ORANGE: About the joke.

GRANDPA LEMON: A joke? Oh I've got one for ya! So there's this porcupine, right?

THE ANNOYING ORANGE: (sighs angrily)

GRANDPA LEMON: And he's-- (farts) Whoops!

THE ANNOYING ORANGE: Gross! That was disgusting!

GRANDPA LEMON: I think there's a barking spider in here!

(Grandpa Lemon looks to his left.)

GRANDPA LEMON: Ha ha ha ha!

(The camera then zooms to a tarantula.)

TARANTULA: What?!

(A fly on the counter flies away.)

TARANTULA: Screw you guys! You're always blaming me for everything! I'm outta here!

(The tarantula makes a web vine and swings away.)

THE ANNOYING ORANGE: Whoa! That guy really puts the "rant" in "tarantula"! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

(Cuts to Grandpa Lemon, and piano music starts to play.)

GRANDPA LEMON: Hey, Boris! Did I ever tell you about the time I opened for Hootie and the Blowfish?

THE ANNOYING ORANGE: Hootie and the what, now?

GRANDPA LEMON: Old Hootie, he was takin' the world by storm with his sexy mid-tempo folkrock. When there was something missing. Ya know what it was?

THE ANNOYING ORANGE: Knife?

GRANDPA LEMON: No. (as dramatic music begins to heighten) A one man band talking lemonhead like me.

THE ANNOYING ORANGE: No! Knife!

(Psychoish music starts to play. Daneboe comes and slices Grandpa Lemon in half.)

GRANDPA LEMON: Ouch!

THE ANNOYING ORANGE: (eyes widen) Ouch! That looks like it hurts! You okay, Grandpa Lemon?

(Daneboe starts slicing Grandpa Lemon's pieces in half while Grandpa Lemon is snoring.)

THE ANNOYING ORANGE: What the--? How does someone fall asleep while getting cut in half?

(Cut to black screen. Then goes back to counter scene, and happier music begins to play as Grandpa Lemon is now a lemon circle on a glass of lemon juice.)

GRANDPA LEMON: Ohh...

THE ANNOYING ORANGE: (laughing) Hey Grandpa Lemon! You're a real pain in the glass! (laughing)

GRANDPA LEMON: Oh hey there little fella! What's your name?

THE ANNOYING ORANGE: (sighs angrily)

GRANDPA LEMON: (farts)

THE ANNOYING ORANGE: Gross! That was disgusting, Grandpa Lemon!

(The tarantula appears.)

TARANTULA: Okay. That one was me.

(The fly runs up to the glass. The tarantula eats him.)

TARANTULA: Aargm!