Leggo my Lego! (laughs)

- It was funny the first seven times, dude.

I'm outta here.

- Just one turret left to put on.

- Great, so who's got the turret?

- I've got the turret: picklefart!

Poopcicle!

- Dude, that's Tourette's.

- Ah, then I guess I don't have the turret.

Crapcorn! (laughs)

- Ah, we're gonna get letters about this one.

- It must be in the bucket.

Orange to the rescue, whoop!

- You see anything?

- Nuh uh, it's really dark,

smells kinda funny, too. (imitates passing gas)

Oh wait, that's just me.

Ha ha ha, whoa!

(dramatic music)

- Dude, what's going on?

(electricity crackling)

- [All] Whooooa!

- I'm getting so dizzy, oh!

What the?

- [All] Whoa!

- This vid just got rebrickulous! (laughs)

(upbeat music)

- This is seriously the craziest thing

that's ever happened to me.

Well, since my bar mitzvah.

- Look what I can do! (spits)

- Whoa ho ho ho, it's a magical world made of Legos.

Hey!

(spits)

(laughs)

Hey, knock it off!

You know, Why do I even hang out with you guys, oh?

- I honestly have no idea. (spits)

(laughs)

(groans)

- Orange, what exactly happened inside that bucket?

- Uh, I don't remember much.

I think I must have blocked it out! (laughs)

Seriously though, I have no idea

how we'll ever get back to normal.

- Why would we ever go back to normal?

This place rules!

Well, I really gotta hand it to you, Orange.

(laughing)

- Agreed, Little Apple, this place kicks butt!

(screaming)

- Ow!

- (laughs) Goooooooal!

- Dude, get off of me!

- Would that I could, Pear.

I'm stuck!

- Whoa, this is weird.

It's getting tough to tell where I end and you begin.

- (sighs) I felt that way once.

Her name was Bernice.

- No seriously, I suddenly feel like,

like I have a major Napoleon complex.

- Yeah, and suddenly I feel super duper boring!

- Guys, I think your personalities are combining!

I wonder.

(shouts gibberish)

Whoa whoah.

Not sure what that was, but let's not ever do it again.

(dramatic music)

- Uh oh.

- Uh oh? What are we uh oh-ing about?

I'm not scared of anything now that I have--

- Hands?

- Yeah, call it rash, but I feel really powerful and--

- No, hands!

(screaming)

- Ow!

(screaming)

- Ow, my everything! (laughs)

- Is it gone?

- Is everyone okay?

- I've definitely been better.

- Yeah, I'm feeling a bit scattered right now. (laughs)

- Okay, this next part is critical.

We have to try and reassemble ourselves very carefully!

- Easy peasy!

Boom baby!

- Hey, those are my arms!

- And my eyes!

- And my ax!

- Shut up, Gimli, go away.

- Alright, fine.

- Seriously dude, gimme back my eyes.

- No way, I like yours better.

You have 20/20 vision!

Take my eyes, they're okay.

- Guys, settle down.

We wouldn't want to start a--

- Body parts arm race.

(upbeat rock music)

- Woo hoo, I got Pear's brain!

- I got Orange's tongue!

- No fair!

That tongue can touch eyeballs!

- I'll trade you Little Apple's vocal cord

for that tongue.

- No deal.

- Wait, do we even know who's who anymore?

- I think I'm, like 40% Orange, 30% Pear,

and 30% Little Apple.

- We'll call you Little Porange. (laughs)

- I think I'm mostly Grapefruit with a touch of Gimli.

We'll call you, somebody I never want to hang out with.

(laughs)

(groans)

- Rude!

- Ah, the fist, it's back!

Everyone into the bucket!

(dramatic music)

- Whoa!

- Ah!

Watch it!

- [Orange] Hey, who's touching my butt?

- [Pear] That's my butt!

- [Orange] Well stop touching your butt! (laughs)

- [All] Whooooa!

(energy roaring)

- [Little Apple] Are we back to the normal kitchen again?

- I think so.

Let's take a gander.

(record scratching)

Oh boy.

D'oh! (laughs)

(upbeat music)

(cheerful pop music)