So one day this bottle of applesauce was walking up the East side where he met a stoned monkey and proceeding in the drug deal of the year which endly badly because across the street sat a chipmunk who saw the whole thing and called the police who later showed up on the scene to find the bottle of applesauce in a pool of his own applesaucy goodness with various bullet wounds in his glass sides which had leaked out and killed an army of ants.
In this horrible mass murder, what do you find wrong with this picture?

Answer: Applesauce doesn't come in bottles! It comes in jars!

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