-Hey, that's mine. Give it back.

-No way. It's my whistling pinwheel.

[pinwheel whistles]
-You're an apple.

-What's that, Orange? I can't hear you.

[whistling continues]
-[growls]

[zapping sounds]

Whoa, what's going on?

-Ooh! Wow.
-What the?

-Orange! Oh, thank God I found you.

-Who are you?

-Orange, I'm you from the year 2053.

-What?
-I'm from the future.

-Okay, wait. So you're me?
-Yeah.

-And you're from the future?
-Yes.

-Prove it.
-Orange, we don't have time.

I have to warn you that--
-Nope. Not listening till you prove it.

-So, the lightening and me
appearing out of nowhere,

that doesn't count for anything?

-Could've been smoke and mirrors.

-Well, I have my official
2053 driver's license with me.

-That could be fake. Not convinced.

-I've got this futuristic laser gun.

[ptew!]
-Aah!

-Whoa... poor Steve.

-Now are you convinced?
-Nope. Lame.

-Well, the only other thing I
have with me is this glow stick.

-What? A stick that glows?

You really are from the future.

-That's what I've been trying to say.

-Can I have a glow stick?
-No, there's no time.

-I'll trade you my new iPhone 4 for it.

-Why would I want that?

I have an iPhone 512.
[toilet flushes]

-How 'bout my golf clubs?
-No.

-I'll trade you Pear for it.

-Hey!
-No, no one's trading Pear for it.

Just listen to me.
-Fine.

-Orange, I was sent here to protect you.

-Protect me? From who?

-From an evil future space warlord
that can move things with his mind.

If he kills you, then I'll never exist.

-Wait, why won't you exist?

-Because I'm him.
-I'm an orange.

-And I'm you... from the future.

-So why does he want to kill you?
-You mean me.

-Because, I'm the only
one that can stop him,

but I need your help.
-How's that?

-You're in possession of the most
powerful weapon known to man or fruit.

-Is it me?
-No, it's not you.

-Oh.
-It's the whistling pinwheel.

-What?
-It's the only device that can stop him.

You don't know it yet,
but when used correctly,

it can destroy anything.

-I'll trade you for the glow stick.
-Deal.

-No way, the pinwheel's mine.

-Darn it, Pear. There's no time.
-Yeah, hand it over, Pear.

-Nope, can't hear ya.

[pinwheel whistling]
-Come on, give it back.

-Hey Pear, what are you doing?
-You gotta give it to us!

[both talking at once,
zapping sounds]

-Hey, look. He's coming.
-There he is, he's right there!

-Hey!
-No, he's got the pinwheel!

Oh no! Nooooo...

[boom!]

-Whoa!
-Oww...

-Who are you?
Why'd you kill future Orange?

-Hey, it's me!

-You're an orange.
-And you're an orange.

[both laugh]

-And I'm confused.

-I was sent here from the future to
protect you from an evil space warlord.

-That's what the last guy said.
-Well, duh.

He was from an evil future.

He was trying to trick you into
thinking that I was the space warlord,

when it was really him.

-Wow. I'm really beside myself.

[both laugh]
-Oh, God.

Captioned by SpongeSebastian