Hey, Rainbow Snake, hey!

- Great, this guy again.

- Hey Rainbow Snake.

Hey, hey!

- Just ignore him.

- Hey!

Hey!

- What, what?

What do you want?

- (laughing) Hey, if a Rainbow Snake

commits a crime does he go to prism? (laughing)

- (groaning) For the last time,

I'm not a snake, I'm a gummy worm.

- Okay, jeez.

No need to throw a hissy fit. (laughing)

- Grr.

Stop it!

- Stop it. (laughing)

- (sighing) Leave me alone.

I'm handing out flyers.

- Whoa!

You can fly?

- No, I--

- I didn't know you were one of those flying snakes!

- I'm not a snake, I'm a worm!

- Oh, I get it.

- Finally.

- So what's it like being a flying worm?

- Orange, I cannot fly.

I am handing out flyers for the big dance.

See?

- Whoa, a dance?

Can I come?

- Sorry, it's the Annual Gum Ball.

You're not invited because you're not gummy.

- True, but I am a ball! (laughing)

- Clever, but you still can't come.

(disk scratching)

Oh, it's her.

Balinda.

She's the most perfect woman in the whole world!

- Who, what, where, how, now, brown cow?

- I've wanted to ask her to the Gum Ball for years.

She'd never say yes to a gummy boy like me.

- What you talkin' 'bout?

Of course, she'll say yes.

I can tell you've been working out.

- It's true, I have been hitting the Earthworm Gym lately.

But I'm too nervous to ask her.

- You know what they say, early worm gets the...

Wait, how does that go again?

Anyway, chop chop!

- I know, I know.

The dance is only a few days away.

I gotta ask her soon.

- No.

Chop, chop!

- Huh?

Ah!

- Whoa!

I know my jokes are side-splitting

but this is a whole 'nother level! (laughing)

- You know what?

I think I am gonna ask Balinda!

Sure, it'll sting if she says no,

but it won't sting half as much as getting cut in half did.

And, I survived that just fine!

- What are you talking about, bro?

I'm asking Balinda.

- What?

I've wanted to ask her for--

- Years, I know.

We're the same person.

- Well, only one of us can ask her.

- Shall we fight it out?

- Sure, name your weapon.

- Knife.

- Seems like a weird choice considering

neither of us have arms, but--

- Ah! (swishing)

- Whoa, looks like we've opened up

a whole can of worms now! (laughing)

- All right.

Now, I'm sure I can take the sting of rejection.

I'm asking her out right now!

- Me too.

- Me three.

- Me four.

- And me five.

I'm here to ask Balinda to the Gum Ball.

I believe we'll have a bear-y good time.

- What?

You can't ask her.

I'm asking her.

- So am I!

- So am I!

- Shut up, mes!

- Something tells me she'd rather go with a whole candy.

Step aside, short stuff.

- Chew on this!

I'm asking Balinda to the Gum Ball!

- Aw, Chewing Gum too?

- Ahem!

Sorry to drop this on ya outta the blue,

but I'm asking Balinda to the ball!

- Over my gum bodies!

- Looks like there's only one thing left to do.

- May the gummiest guy get the girl!

(shouting) (thudding)

- Ah, we're stuck again, aren't we?

- This happens every time!

- Oh look.

She's coming this way!

- Balinda!

- Balinda, hey!

- Hey guys.

Y'all okay?

- Oh sure, we're great.

- Never better.

- Yeah, they've never felt more connected. (laughing)

- Hey Balinda.

You can't see my abs because you know,

they're fused to a Gumdrop, but I have a six pack.

- Listen Balinda, I...

(gum candies clearing throats)

We have a question for you.

Will you go to the dance with us?

- Sorry fellas, but I only date hard candies.

Come on, cowboy.

- Much obliged, ma'am.

- That hurt.

- Sorry you guys don't have dates to the Gum Ball.

But look on the bright side.

You are a gum ball. (laughing)

(gum candies groaning)

Knife!

- Ah!

(upbeat music)