Banana Unpeeled: The Wild Life of Señor Slippy

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00:00In every fruit bowl there's that one banana. You know the one, the loud one, the one who thinks

00:05he's the main character, the one who somehow ends up in every argument, even the ones about things

00:10that have nothing to do with him. This is the story of Señor Slippy, a banana so overripe

00:17with chaos he once got banned from the smoothie blender. Slippy wasn't born crazy. No, he slid

00:24into madness over time. From the moment he was plucked from the bunch, he decided his destiny

00:29was not to be eaten like an ordinary banana. Oh no, he said in his weird tropical accent

00:34that nobody could place. I am destined for greatness, possibly Broadway, or space travel.

00:40I haven't decided yet. Slippy started small, and by small I mean annoying. He'd interrupt

00:46strawberry meetings just to tell everyone about that one time he met a pineapple who might

00:51have been a celebrity. He'd sunbathe in the brightest spot of the fruit bowl, bragging

00:56that his peel was naturally golden, not like those pale plantains. But one day, something

01:02happened that would change Slippy forever. The fruit bowl was attacked. Not by a predator.

01:08Not by the dreaded mold king. No. This was far worse. It was the grocery bag shake-up. The

01:16human hand swooped in, dumping apples on top of kiwis, pears colliding with plums. And poor

01:22Slippy got catapulted out of the bowl, somersaulting across the counter, landing with a thunk against

01:28the toaster. From that moment on, Slippy decided he was indestructible. He started doing stunts,

01:35peel surfing down the edge of the cutting board, tightrope walking on the handle of the kettle.

01:40Once, he even tried bungee jumping into a cup of yogurt, and missed. For a week, he had a yogurt

01:46mustache and pretended it was a fashion statement. He annoyed everyone. The grapes formed a union just

01:53to request a noise curfew. The apples built a barricade to keep him from rolling into their

01:58section of the bowl. Did he stop? No. He got worse. One Tuesday. Yes, Tuesday, because chaos loves

02:05weekdays. Slippy decided to prank the human. He lay flat on the counter, pretending to be a phone.

02:11When the human reached for him, he screamed. And when I say screamed, I mean full opera mode.

02:18The human dropped him. Slippy skidded across the counter, did a triple spin, and landed perfectly

02:24in the sugar jar. He called it performance art. Everyone else called it deeply disturbing.

02:30But bananas have one weakness—time. No matter how wild you live, the brown spots come for us all.

02:36Slippy slowed down. The stunts became riskier. He started slipping on his own peel. One morning,

02:43he looked in the reflection of the toaster and gasped,

02:46My goal is fading. The day came when the human reached for Slippy, and everyone thought it was

02:52the end. But instead of the blender, he was placed gently into a freezer bag. Slippy wasn't gone. He had

03:00ascended. Now, somewhere in the icy kingdom of frozen goods, Slippy waits, plotting his comeback.

03:08And when smoothie season returns, he'll be ready. In every fruit bowl, there's that one banana.

03:14You know the one. The loud one. The one who thinks he's the main character. The one who somehow ends up

03:19in every argument. Even the ones about things that have nothing to do with him. This is the story of

03:25Señor Slippy. A banana so overripe with chaos, he once got banned from the smoothie blender.

03:32Slippy wasn't born crazy. No, he slid into madness over time. From the moment he was plucked from the

03:38bunch, he decided his destiny was not to be eaten like an ordinary banana. Oh no, he said in his weird

03:44tropical accent that nobody could place. I am destined for greatness. Possibly Broadway. Or space

03:51travel. I haven't decided yet. Slippy started small. And by small, I mean annoying. He'd interrupt

03:57strawberry meetings just to tell everyone about that one time he met a pineapple who might have

04:02been a celebrity. He'd sunbathe in the brightest spot of the fruit bowl, bragging that his peel was

04:08naturally golden, not like those pale plantains. But one day, something happened that would change

04:15Slippy forever. The fruit bowl was attacked. Not by a predator. Not by the dreaded mold king.

04:22No. This was far worse. It was the grocery bag shake-up. The human hand swooped in, dumping apples

04:30on top of kiwis, pears colliding with plums. And poor Slippy got catapulted out of the bowl,

04:36somersaulting across the counter, landing with a thunk against the toaster. From that moment on,

04:41Slippy decided he was indestructible. He started doing stunts. Peel surfing down the edge of the

04:47cutting board. Tightrope walking on the handle of the kettle. Once, he even tried bungee jumping

04:53into a cup of yogurt and missed. For a week, he had a yogurt mustache and pretended it was a fashion

05:00statement. He annoyed everyone. The grapes formed a union just to request a noise curfew. The apples built

05:07a barricade to keep him from rolling into their section of the bowl. Did he stop? No. He got worse.

05:13One Tuesday. Yes, Tuesday, because chaos loves weekdays. Slippy decided to prank the human. He

05:20lay flat on the counter, pretending to be a phone. When the human reached for him, he screamed. And

05:25when I say screamed, I mean full opera mode. The human dropped him. Slippy skidded across the counter,

05:32did a triple spin, and landed perfectly in the sugar jar. He called it performance art. Everyone

05:39else called it deeply disturbing. But bananas have one weakness. Time. No matter how wild you live,

05:46the brown spots come for us all. Slippy slowed down. The stunts became riskier. He started slipping on his

05:52own peel. One morning, he looked in the reflection of the toaster and gasped. My goal is fading.

05:59The day came when the human reached for Slippy, and everyone thought it was the end. But instead

06:05of the blender, he was placed gently into a freezer bag. Slippy wasn't gone. He had ascended. Now,

06:12somewhere in the icy kingdom of frozen goods, Slippy waits, plotting his comeback.

06:19And when smoothie season returns, he'll be ready. In every fruit bowl, there's that one banana.

06:24You know the one. The loud one. The one who thinks he's the main character. The one who somehow ends

06:30up in every argument. Even the ones about things that have nothing to do with him. This is the story

06:36of Senor Slippy. A banana so overripe with chaos, he once got banned from the smoothie blender.

06:43Slippy wasn't born crazy. No, he slid into madness over time. From the moment he was plucked from the

06:49bunch, he decided his destiny was not to be eaten like an ordinary banana. Oh no, he said in his weird

06:55tropical accent that nobody could place. I am destined for greatness. Possibly Broadway. Or

07:02space travel. I haven't decided yet. Slippy started small. And by small, I mean annoying.

07:08He'd interrupt strawberry meetings just to tell everyone about that one time he met a pineapple

07:13who might have been a celebrity. He'd sunbathe in the brightest spot of the fruit bowl, bragging that

07:19his peel was naturally golden, not like those pale plantains. But one day, something happened that

07:25would change Slippy forever. The fruit bowl was attacked. Not by a predator. Not by the dreaded

07:32mold king. No. This was far worse. It was the grocery bag shake-up. The human hand swooped in,

07:40dumping apples on top of kiwis, pears colliding with plums. And poor Slippy got catapulted out of

07:46the bowl, somersaulting across the counter, landing with a thunk against the toaster. From that moment

07:52on, Slippy decided he was indestructible. He started doing stunts. Peel surfing down the edge of the

07:59cutting board. Tightrope walking on the handle of the kettle. Once, he even tried bungee jumping into

08:05a cup of yogurt and missed. For a week, he had a yogurt mustache and pretended it was a fashion

08:11statement. He annoyed everyone. The grapes formed a union just to request a noise curfew. The apples

08:17built a barricade to keep him from rolling into their section of the bowl. Did he stop? No. He got

08:23worse. One Tuesday—yes, Tuesday, because chaos loves weekdays—Slippy decided to prank the human.

08:30He lay flat on the counter, pretending to be a phone. When the human reached for him, he screamed.

08:36And when I say screamed, I mean full opera mode. The human dropped him. Slippy skidded across the

08:43counter, did a triple spin, and landed perfectly in the sugar jar. He called it performance art.

08:50Everyone else called it deeply disturbing. But bananas have one weakness—time. No matter how wild you live,

08:56the brown spots come for us all. Slippy slowed down. The stunts became riskier. He started slipping on

09:03his own peel. One morning, he looked in the reflection of the toaster and gasped.

09:09My goal is fading. The day came when the human reached for Slippy, and everyone thought it was

09:15the end. But instead of the blender, he was placed gently into a freezer bag. Slippy wasn't gone. He had

09:22ascended. Now, somewhere in the icy kingdom of frozen goods, Slippy waits, plotting his comeback.

09:30And when smoothie season returns, he'll be ready. In every fruit bowl, there's that one banana.

09:36You know the one. The loud one. The one who thinks he's the main character. The one who somehow ends up

09:42in every argument. Even the ones about things that have nothing to do with him. This is the story of

09:48Señor Slippy. A banana so overripe with chaos, he once got banned from the smoothie blender.

09:54Slippy wasn't born crazy. No, he slid into madness over time. From the moment he was plucked from the

10:00bunch, he decided his destiny was not to be eaten like an ordinary banana. Oh, no, he said in his weird

10:07tropical accent that nobody could place. I am destined for greatness. Possibly Broadway. Or space travel.

10:14I haven't decided yet. Slippy started small. And by small, I mean annoying. He'd interrupt

10:20strawberry meetings just to tell everyone about that one time he met a pineapple who might have

10:25been a celebrity. He'd sunbathe in the brightest spot of the fruit bowl, bragging that his peel was

10:31naturally golden, not like those pale plantains. But one day, something happened that would change

10:37Slippy forever. The fruit bowl was attacked. Not by a predator. Not by the dreaded mold

10:43king. No, this was far worse. It was the grocery bag shakeup. The human hand swooped in, dumping

10:52apples on top of kiwis, pears colliding with plums. And poor Slippy got catapulted out of the bowl,

10:58somersaulting across the counter, landing with a thunk against the toaster. From that moment on,

11:04Slippy decided he was indestructible. He started doing stunts. Peel surfing down the edge of the

11:10cutting board, tightrope walking on the handle of the kettle. Once, he even tried bungee jumping

11:16into a cup of yogurt and missed. For a week, he had a yogurt mustache and pretended it was a fashion

11:22statement. He annoyed everyone. The grapes formed a union just to request a noise curfew. The apples

11:29built a barricade to keep him from rolling into their section of the bowl. Did he stop? No. He got

11:35worse. One Tuesday. Yes, Tuesday, because chaos loves weekdays. Slippy decided to prank the human.

11:42He lay flat on the counter, pretending to be a phone. When the human reached for him, he screamed.

11:48And when I say screamed, I mean full opera mode. The human dropped him. Slippy skidded across the

11:54counter, did a triple spin, and landed perfectly in the sugar jar. He called it performance art.

12:00Everyone else called it deeply disturbing. But bananas have one weakness. Time. No matter how

12:07wild you live, the brown spots come for us all. Slippy slowed down. The stunts became riskier.

12:14He started slipping on his own peel. One morning, he looked in the reflection of the toaster and gasped,

12:20My goal is fading. The day came when the human reached for Slippy, and everyone thought it was

12:26the end. But instead of the blender, he was placed gently into a freezer bag. Slippy wasn't gone.

12:33He had ascended. Now, somewhere in the icy kingdom of frozen goods, Slippy waits, plotting his comeback.

12:41And when smoothie season returns, he'll be ready. In every fruit bowl, there's that one banana.

12:47You know the one. The loud one. The one who thinks he's the main character. The one who somehow ends up

12:53in every argument, even the ones about things that have nothing to do with him. This is the story of

12:59Senor Slippy, a banana so overripe with chaos, he once got banned from the smoothie blender.

13:05Slippy wasn't born crazy. No, he slid into madness over time. From the moment he was plucked from the

13:12bunch, he decided his destiny was not to be eaten like an ordinary banana.

13:16Oh, no, he said in his weird tropical accent that nobody could place. I am destined for

13:22greatness. Possibly Broadway. Or space travel. I haven't decided yet.

13:27Slippy started small. And by small, I mean annoying. He'd interrupt strawberry meetings

13:32just to tell everyone about that one time he met a pineapple who might have been a celebrity.

13:37He'd sunbathe in the brightest spot of the fruit bowl, bragging that his peel was naturally golden,

13:43not like those pale plantains. But one day, something happened that would change Slippy

13:49forever. The fruit bowl was attacked. Not by a predator. Not by the dreaded mold king.

13:55No. This was far worse. It was the grocery bag shake-up. The human hand swooped in, dumping

14:03apples on top of kiwis, pears colliding with plums. And poor Slippy got catapulted out of the bowl,

14:09summer salting across the counter, landing with a thunk against the toaster. From that moment on,

14:15Slippy decided he was indestructible. He started doing stunts. Peel surfing down the edge of the

14:21cutting board. Tightrope walking on the handle of the kettle. Once, he even tried bungee jumping

14:27into a cup of yogurt and missed. For a week, he had a yogurt mustache and pretended it was a fashion

14:33statement. He annoyed everyone. The grapes formed a union just to request a noise curfew. The apples

14:40built a barricade to keep him from rolling into their section of the bowl. Did he stop? No. He

14:46got worse. One Tuesday. Yes, Tuesday, because chaos loves weekdays. Slippy decided to prank the human.

14:53He lay flat on the counter, pretending to be a phone. When the human reached for him, he screamed.

14:58And when I say screamed, I mean full opera mode. The human dropped him. Slippy skidded across the

15:05counter, did a triple spin, and landed perfectly in the sugar jar. He called it performance art.

15:12Everyone else called it deeply disturbing. But bananas have one weakness. Time. No matter how wild

15:18you live, the brown spots come for us all. Slippy slowed down. The stunts became riskier. He started

15:25slipping on his own peel. One morning, he looked in the reflection of the toaster and gasped.

15:31My goal is fading. The day came when the human reached for Slippy, and everyone thought it was

15:37the end. But instead of the blender, he was placed gently into a freezer bag. Slippy wasn't gone. He had

15:44ascended. Now, somewhere in the icy kingdom of frozen goods, Slippy waits, plotting his comeback.

15:52And when smoothie season returns, he'll be ready. In every fruit bowl, there's that one banana.

15:58You know the one. The loud one. The one who thinks he's the main character. The one who somehow ends up

16:04in every argument. Even the ones about things that have nothing to do with him. This is the story of

16:10Señor Slippy. A banana so overripe with chaos, he once got banned from the smoothie blender.

16:16Slippy wasn't born crazy. No, he slid into madness over time. From the moment he was plucked from the

16:23bunch, he decided his destiny was not to be eaten like an ordinary banana. Oh, no, he said in his weird

16:29tropical accent that nobody could place. I am destined for greatness. Possibly Broadway. Or space

16:35travel. I haven't decided yet. Slippy started small. And by small, I mean annoying. He'd interrupt

16:42strawberry meetings just to tell everyone about that one time he met a pineapple who might have

16:47been a celebrity. He'd sunbathe in the brightest spot of the fruit bowl, bragging that his peel was

16:53naturally golden, not like those pale plantains. But one day, something happened that would change

17:00Slippy forever. The fruit bowl was attacked. Not by a predator. Not by the dreaded mold king. No.

17:07This was far worse. It was the grocery bag shakeup. The human hand swooped in, dumping apples on top

17:15of kiwis, pears colliding with plums. And poor Slippy got catapulted out of the bowl, somersaulting

17:21across the counter, landing with a thunk against the toaster. From that moment on, Slippy decided he

17:27was indestructible. He started doing stunts. Peel surfing down the edge of the cutting board,

17:33tightrope walking on the handle of the kettle. Once, he even tried bungee jumping into a cup of

17:39yogurt and missed. For a week, he had a yogurt mustache and pretended it was a fashion statement.

17:45He annoyed everyone. The grapes formed a union just to request a noise curfew. The apples built a

17:52barricade to keep him from rolling into their section of the bowl. Did he stop? No. He got worse.

17:57One Tuesday. Yes, Tuesday, because chaos loves weekdays. Slippy decided to prank the human. He

18:04lay flat on the counter, pretending to be a phone. When the human reached for him, he screamed. And

18:10when I say screamed, I mean full opera mode. The human dropped him. Slippy skidded across the counter,

18:17did a triple spin, and landed perfectly in the sugar jar. He called it performance art. Everyone else

18:24called it deeply disturbing. But bananas have one weakness—time. No matter how wild you live,

18:30the brown spots come for us all. Slippy slowed down. The stunts became riskier. He started slipping

18:37on his own peel. One morning, he looked in the reflection of the toaster and gasped,

18:42My goal is fading. The day came when the human reached for Slippy, and everyone thought it was the

18:49end. But instead of the blender, he was placed gently into a freezer bag. Slippy wasn't gone.

18:55He had ascended. Now, somewhere in the icy kingdom of frozen goods, Slippy waits, plotting his comeback.

19:04And when smoothie season returns, he'll be ready. In every fruit bowl, there's that one banana.

19:10You know the one. The loud one. The one who thinks he's the main character. The one who somehow ends up

19:15in every argument, even the ones about things that have nothing to do with him. This is the story of

19:21Senor Slippy, a banana so overripe with chaos, he once got banned from the smoothie blender.

19:28Slippy wasn't born crazy. No, he slid into madness over time. From the moment he was plucked from the

19:34bunch, he decided his destiny was not to be eaten like an ordinary banana. Oh, no, he said in his weird

19:40tropical accent that nobody could place. I am destined for greatness. Possibly Broadway.

19:46Or space travel. I haven't decided yet. Slippy started small. And by small, I mean annoying.

19:53He'd interrupt strawberry meetings just to tell everyone about that one time he met a pineapple

19:58who might have been a celebrity. He'd sunbathe in the brightest spot of the fruit bowl, bragging that

20:04his peel was naturally golden, not like those pale plantains. But one day, something happened that

20:10would change Slippy forever. The fruit bowl was attacked. Not by a predator. Not by the dreaded

20:17mold king. No. This was far worse. It was the grocery bag shake-up. The human hand swooped in,

20:25dumping apples on top of kiwis, pears colliding with plums. And poor Slippy got catapulted out of the bowl,

20:32somersaulting across the counter, landing with a thunk against the toaster. From that moment on,

20:37Slippy decided he was indestructible. He started doing stunts. Peel surfing down the edge of the

20:43cutting board. Tightrope walking on the handle of the kettle. Once, he even tried bungee jumping

20:49into a cup of yogurt and missed. For a week, he had a yogurt mustache and pretended it was a fashion

20:56statement. He annoyed everyone. The grapes formed a union just to request a noise curfew. The apples built

21:03a barricade to keep him from rolling into their section of the bowl. Did he stop? No. He got worse.

21:09One Tuesday. Yes, Tuesday, because chaos loves weekdays. Slippy decided to prank the human. He

21:16lay flat on the counter, pretending to be a phone. When the human reached for him, he screamed. And

21:21when I say screamed, I mean full opera mode. The human dropped him. Slippy skidded across the counter,

21:28did a triple spin, and landed perfectly in the sugar jar. He called it performance art. Everyone

21:35else called it deeply disturbing. But bananas have one weakness. Time. No matter how wild you live,

21:42the brown spots come for us all. Slippy slowed down. The stunts became riskier. He started slipping

21:48on his own peel. One morning, he looked in the reflection of the toaster and gasped.

21:53My goal is fading. The day came when the human reached for Slippy, and everyone thought it was

22:00the end. But instead of the blender, he was placed gently into a freezer bag. Slippy wasn't gone. He

22:07had ascended. Now, somewhere in the icy kingdom of frozen goods, Slippy waits, plotting his comeback.

22:15And when smoothie season returns, he'll be ready. In every fruit bowl, there's that one banana.

22:20You know the one. The loud one. The one who thinks he's the main character. The one who somehow ends up

22:26in every argument. Even the ones about things that have nothing to do with him. This is the story of

22:32Senor Slippy. A banana so overripe with chaos, he once got banned from the smoothie blender.

22:39Slippy wasn't born crazy. No, he slid into madness over time. From the moment he was plucked from the

22:45bunch, he decided his destiny was not to be eaten like an ordinary banana. Oh no, he said in his weird

22:51tropical accent that nobody could place. I am destined for greatness. Possibly Broadway. Or

22:58space travel. I haven't decided yet. Slippy started small. And by small, I mean annoying.

23:04He'd interrupt strawberry meetings just to tell everyone about that one time he met a pineapple

23:09who might have been a celebrity. He'd sunbathe in the brightest spot of the fruit bowl, bragging that

23:15his peel was naturally golden, not like those pale plantains. But one day, something happened that

23:21would change Slippy forever. The fruit bowl was attacked. Not by a predator. Not by the dreaded

23:28mold king. No. This was far worse. It was the grocery bag shake-up. The human hand swooped in,

23:36dumping apples on top of kiwis, pears colliding with plums. And poor Slippy got catapulted out

23:42of the bowl, somersaulting across the counter, landing with a thunk against the toaster. From that

23:48moment on, Slippy decided he was indestructible. He started doing stunts. Peel surfing down the edge

23:54of the cutting board, tightrope walking on the handle of the kettle. Once, he even tried bungee

24:00jumping into a cup of yogurt and missed. For a week, he had a yogurt mustache and pretended it

24:06was a fashion statement. He annoyed everyone. The grapes formed a union just to request a noise

24:12curfew. The apples built a barricade to keep him from rolling into their section of the bowl.

24:17Did he stop? No. He got worse. One Tuesday—yes, Tuesday, because chaos loves weekdays—Slippy decided

24:25to prank the human. He lay flat on the counter, pretending to be a phone. When the human reached

24:31for him, he screamed. And when I say screamed, I mean full opera mode. The human dropped him.

24:38Slippy skidded across the counter, did a triple spin, and landed perfectly in the sugar jar.

24:43He called it performance art. Everyone else called it deeply disturbing. But bananas have one weakness—time.

24:50No matter how wild you live, the brown spots come for us all. Slippy slowed down. The stunts became

24:57riskier. He started slipping on his own peel. One morning, he looked in the reflection of the toaster

25:03and gasped. My goal is fading. The day came when the human reached for Slippy, and everyone thought

25:11it was the end. But instead of the blender, he was placed gently into a freezer bag. Slippy wasn't gone.

25:17He had ascended. Now, somewhere—

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