The fanciest orange never had any fun. He would say, "There's no time for fun, I must ripen in the sun." Then, one day, a dirty bruised apple rolled by. She was the most beautiful piece of fruit the fanciest orange had ever seen. Over time, miss apple and the fanciest orange realized that even though they looked very different on the outside, they were much the same on the inside. They fell in love. Then, one morning, some punk kid picked the fanciest orange and ate him declaring, "This is the sweetest (expletive) orange I've ever tasted!"