The gangs joining me for an episode

that promises to be too much.

The TMI Challenge.

- In case any of you at home aren't aware,

TMI stands for too much information.

- Everyone knows that, Pear.

- Yeah.

Explaining it is too much information.

(Sis laughs)

(Pear groans)

- Okay, so the rules are simple.

We all wrote questions and put them into this bowl.

Whatever question you get, you have to answer it.

No dodging the question either.

It's got to be a direct, honest answer.

- Yeah.

No ifs, ands or buts about it. (farting noise)

(Orange laughs)

- Does anyone wanna trade spots with me?

- No. - No.

- No thank you.

(Pear groans)

It's gonna be a long episode.

- Darn tootin'.

(Orange laughs)

Okay, who wants to go first?

- I will.

I think this question was intended for Marshmallow.

- Well you picked it, so you gotta answer it.

(Marshmallow groans)

- Fine.

It says, what gender are you?

I'm a boy, okay.

Is everyone happy?

- Always.

(Marshmallow laughs)

Okay, now I go.

What's your favorite color?

- Aw.

Marshie lucked out and got an easy one.

- Oh, I wouldn't say it's easy.

I love all the colors so much, how am I supposed to decide?

I love yellow, I love green,

I love magenta, I love gray.

- Okay, well you think it over Marshie.

We're gonna move on.

- I'll go.

Who do you have a crush on?

(Orange laughs)

- I'm pretty sure that one was meant for me.

- But Pear picked it, so tell us Pear,

who do you have a crush on?

- Orange.

- I most certainly do not.

- No, I finally decided which color is my favorite,

it's the color orange.

Oh wait, I forgot about purple.

Back to the drawing board.

Yay.

- I know who Pear has a crush on.

Ever since middle school he's been in love with Liz.

- Liz?

Yeah, come on.

I haven't thought about her in years.

- Then why is her name doodled

all over your journal entry from yesterday?

- Hey, give me that.

- And why is her phone number listed in your phone contacts

under the name just call her dude, you can do it?

(Pear blabbering)

- Give me my phone back.

This question is over.

Next question.

- Who does Pear have a crush on?

(Orange laughs)

- Who put that in there?

(Pear screams)

- Well, we know it wasn't little Apple

'cause everything was spelled correctly.

(Orange laughs)

- For the last time you guys, I am not illiterate, okay?

- Whatever you say Little Apple.

I'll go.

What gender are you?

- Well, we all know who that was meant for.

Go ahead and pick again.

- What gender are you?

What gender are you?

Hold up.

Like almost every single question

in here is about my gender.

- Full disclosure, I may have submitted

a bunch of the same questions

so Marshie gets forced to finally answer it.

- I did the same thing.

- Me three.

(Orange laughs)

- Aw, you guys we're thinking of me

when you wrote your questions.

That's so sweet.

- Yeah, yeah.

Just pick one, would ya?

And remember, you have the answer honestly.

No dodging the question either.

The rule is you have to answer the question

exactly as it's written on the card.

- I got it.

Which one to choose?

I love them all so much.

- Just pick already Marshie.

- I choose this one.

Yay!

- What does that say?

What does it say?

- What gander are you?

- [All] Yeah!

- Yes, it worked.

- We're finally gonna find out Marshie's gender

after all these years.

- Shh, let Marshie answer.

- Okay, okay.

Well if I have to pick, I guess my personality

is more Danish Landrace than anything.

- Um, what?

- On second thought, maybe I'm a Brecon Buff.

Either that or a Curly Breasted Sebastopol.

That's a pretty good gander too.

- Gander?

What's happening?

What's Marshie talking about?

- Sure enough, it says gander.

- Wow, I guess someone should have taken a second gander

at their spelling before submitting it.

(Orange laughs)

- Seriously?

So all of Marshie's answers were like

- Breeds of geese, yes.

That's another definition of the word gander.

So Marshie technically answered

the question exactly as written.

- Dang it Little Apple.

Why'd you have to write it wrong?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

how do you know it was me?

- You know why.

- I'm not illiterate okay?

Anybody could have misspelled that.

- Dude, you're the only one

whose handwriting is squiggly like that.

- It's not my fault.

The pens really big, okay?

It's hard to hold still.

Whatever.

I'm so out of here.

- That's not an exit bro.

- I knew that, I can read okay?

(upbeat music)