ahh, bored.

(farts,laughs)

Farts make everything better.

Wait, that wasn't my fart.

(grunts, farts)

(laughs)

- Yeah, beat that.

(grunts, farts)

- Ohh, that fart was tart.

(laughs)

- Hey, that looks like a real gas.

(laughs)

What are you doing?

- Uhh.

- Nothing.

- What do you mean, nothing?

Looks like your doing something.

- Nope, nope.

No, not doing anything.

- What's Fart Club then?

- What?

Uh fart, fart what?

What are you talking about?

- Fart Club, is that like a new dance club or something?

- Uh, excuse me, how do you know about Fart Club?

- What do you mean?

There's a poster right there.

- What?

- Dude, what are you doing?

A poster?

- What?

I'm just trying to get our numbers up.

- Gah, listen, were not doing anything.

Just leave us alone.

- What's Fart Club?

- There's no such thing.

- What's Fart Club?

- Doesn't exist.

- What's Fart Club?

- I'm not telling--

- What's Fart Club?

- I can't-- - What's Fart Club?

- Would you jus-- - What's Fart Club?

- Grr-- - What's Fart Club?

What's Fart Club? What's Fart Club

Wha, wha, wha, What's Fart Club?

- Gah, bro, the first rule of Fart Club is

you don't talk about Fart Club.

- Hmm, interesting.

I better tell Pear.

Hey, Pear, do you have five minutes to talk about Fart Club?

- Not really.

- Hey, what did I just say?

- I don't know, dude.

I have the attention span of a gerbil.

Speaking of which, I really need to get my gerbil waxed.

What were we talking about, again?

- We were talking about Fart Club.

- Dude, first rule!

- Whoops, sorry.

- Oh yeah, Fart Club.

So, as I was saying--

- Hey, you can't talk about Fart Club.

- Good.

- Ahh.

Well, can I sing about it?

- No.

- Can I interpretive dance about it?

- No.

- Oh, how about I freestyle rap about it?

- No.

- Ahh, come on, but I got mad beats!

- I'm so angry.

- Irrationally angry.

- What?

(laughs)

- Get it?

Mad beats?

- It's not funny.

(record scratches)

- Sorry, guys.

They didn't like the joke.

- [Both Beets] Ahh, man.

- Okay, so if rule one says we can't talk about Fart Club

then what's rule two?

- Rule number two is

you don't talk about Fart Club.

- What's that?

I can't hear you over all the redundancy .

- Ah, these rules aren't redundant.

They are set that way so that our club

retains it's secrecy and utmost integrity.

- For crying out loud, you guys just get together

and have fart battles.

- How'd he figure it out?

- Fart battles?

Sweet!

Where do I sign up?

I've got the toots that'll make you hoot.

(farts, laughs)

- Ha, whatever, bro.

Your farts fail in comparison to mine.

(grunts, farts)

- Whoa, that was a 7.8 on the sphincter scale.

- That's not a thing.

- Psh, whatever.

I can totally beat that.

- No way, I'm the fart champ, bro.

If you can beat me, I'll let you join Fart Club,

no questions asked.

- Deal.

(grunts, farts)

- Whoa, that was an 8.1 on the sphincter scale.

- Oh yeah.

(grunts, farts)

Boom.

(grunts, farts)

- 8.7 on the sphincter scale.

- This is literally the worst thing ever.

(grunts, farts)

- 8.9, 9.0 ,9.2, 9.4, 9.6.

- Ahh, I can taste everything.

- 9.7, 9.8, 9.9.

- I'm going for a 10.

Here it goes.

(grunts, farts)

- Wow, can the can register a 9.9?

Yes he can.

(laughs)

(screams)

Beans, don't mind if I do.

(laughs)

Welcome to your nightmare.

(laughs, farts)

(screams)

- It's over 9,000.

- No, the methane gas.

(sparks, explosion)

Dude, look what you've done.

You destroyed the entire kitchen.

- [Orange] I know, right?

Man I'm awesome.

- Characters that could never carry an entire episode.

- Nah, just leave it in the comments, negative Nancy.

- Fine, mean time I'm going to lurk nearby

until this blows up in your face and I can openly gloat.

(laughs)

- Sorry, that's just so you.

(cracking, grunting)

- Thank you muscly muscles.

I will kiss you in appreciation later.

(sniffs)

Whoo, very ripe down there.

Ahh.

- Ohh, hello there.

- Whoa, who's this kung-fool?

(laughs)

See that?

First pitch.