(The episode begins at Daneboe's where Nerville is covering up an advertising board)
Orange: Hey, hey, Nerville, what'cha doing?
Nerville: Hmm? Oh! Just setting up for tomorrow's big celebrity event.
Orange: Oh. Well why's it covered up?
Nerville: Uh… no reason.
Passion Fruit: Wow, a celebrity? In our store?
Pear: I wonder who it could be.
Mrashmallow: I hope it's Lil' Squishy. He's my favorite marshmallow rapper.
(A cutaway of Little Squishy is shown)
Lil' Squishy: ♪Yo, got that vision on my unicorn♪
♪Got some Pixies in the back♪
♪Then I'm spend'n all my jelly beans♪
♪Yeah, Pixies with a "P". ♪
Nerville: Nope, not him.
Grapefruit: I bet it's Dunk Merriman, the Mr. Fruitiverse champion. Dude is ripped! Oh, what? My guy dosen't get a cutaway?
Orange: Nobody wants to see muscle-y fruit. Nerville, just tell us who it is.
Nerville: Okay, but you're not gonna like it.
(Nerville pulls off the blanket revealing Mr. Juicy Fun and his Fruit Obliterator "As Seen On TV")
The Fruit Gang: Mr. Juicy Fun?!
(A commercial of Mr. Juicy Fun is shown)
Mr. Juicy Fun: Ah! It's Obliterator time, baby! That's right. You got the fruit, and in goes the fruit. And three, two, one. You hit the little button, and you're having fun. (laughs) Whee!
Announcer: All this and more for only $19.95. Don't delay. Order now. Call Mr. Juice.
(blender whirring, the fruits scream in terror)
Nerville: I knew you wouldn't like it.
Pear: What do you expect? His Fruit Obliterator pulverizes fruit into juice in under three seconds.
Midget Apple: We can't stick around for a Mr. Juicy Fun in-store appearance. We'll be juiced by that maniac.
Nerville: You'll be fine. Well… no.
Orange: Relax, guys. We can use my frequent flyer miles and finally take that group vacation to Donkey Island, the magical vacation spot where fruit can become real boys and girls.
Pear: We've never discussed that.
Midget Apple: Who cares? It's better than a one-way trip to Blender Town.
(The other fruits agree with Orange's option)
Orange: Then grab your passports, kids. We're flying to Donkey Island.
(Nerville turns the dial and the Fruit Kart transforms into a plane)
Nerville: That's pretty good.
(Orange, Pear and an Elderly Banana go through the scanner)
Orange: Yay, radiation!
Pear: What is wrong with you?
Red Apple Security Guard: Sir, step out of line for a strip search.
Elderly Banana: I don't really like to move but whatever. (Opens up and screams like a girl as junk falls out.) Uh, those aren't mine.
(Scans Orange and Pear, exposing their underwear)
Green Apple Security Guard: Nice undies, boys! Do they come in men sizes? (Laughs)
Orange: Wow, fruit-air security is humiliating.
Pear: Yeah, with you being the pilot and all. You know, I'm surprised you're willing to fly the plane after what happened the last time you were behind the controls.
Orange: I'm not the pilot. Why would you think that?
Pear: Um, the pilot's cap.
Orange: Oh, that's just for fashion. The real pilot's a season fit.