We Meet Again (Chapter 11 (Pt. 1) out!)

[Sharp]

Yay! Another story by Skye! The first one was great! And this one is great so far!

[HomeStarRunnerTron]

Chapter 2- Us Faithful Viewers-

   Now, we go to the place where the story REALLY starts. Somewhere in the chain of islands called, "Hawaii", a 10 year old boy with dark brown hair (it was the same color as his eye) awoke from the top of his bunkbed, at the sound of his alarm. He yawned, sounding quite sleepy still. But he didn't allow himself to doze off, he quickly shook his head a few times, and put his hand in a blue pot holder-like thing that had been attached to the bars on the top bunk. He quickly pulled out a pair of black framed circular shapen glasses, and put them on.
   He climbed down the ladder, and soon enough, his feet touched the khaki colored mat. He yawned again, and smacked his lips together. "My mouth tastes like... email." He said in a raspy voice, sounding somewhat as though it was an imitation. The phrase seemed to liven him up, and he snickered a bit. If you have never seen the web cartoon series, "Homestar Runner", or never even been on the web, that quote wouldn't make any sense what so ever.
   You see, a few years ago, a duo called, "The Brothers Chaps", created a cartoon on the internet called, "Homestar Runner". They never thought it would go far... but boy, did it! By the year 2004, they'd partnered up with They Might Be Giants, a popular band of today, they'd even been able to sell Homestar Runner merchandise and live off of it! In the cartoon, there are a band of hilarious characters, that have been loved by jillions of people. Homestar Runner, of course, is a white colored athlete with a red shirt with a star in the middle, who has no arms, or hands, to speak of.
   But for some strange reason, he can still pick things up. Fans have wondered how, but finally, they just stop trying to figure it out. As most people how found out, H*R isn't made to make complete sense. Pom Pom, an orange, round person of some kind, is his friend. He also has a Pom Pilot and a cellphone, which is used minimally in the toons.
   Strong Bad is a shirtless wrestling masked (and gloved) fighter, who despises Homestar a lot, but Homestar doesn't seem to notice.
   Then there's Marzipan, Homestar's girlfriend, but lately, their relationship hasn't been that strong. She's a dirty hippy... without the dirt, as Strong Bad would say. Then there's a whole other cast of characters... Strong Bad's 2 other brothers, Strong Sad, who gets pummeled a lot, and Strong Mad, who helps with the pummeling. The Cheat, the Strong Brother pet, who's also Strong Mad's best bud, and also helps with Strong Sad's extreme pummels. Bubs... a concession stand owner, Coach Z, a sports coach, the only one around, and Homsar, who's a really odd... guy... who just seems to babble weird strings of words for no apparent reason.
   So as you can see, this cartoon has some pretty odd characters. And this guy who's mumbling quotes of it to himself, he's Skye, who's better known on the internet as, "Homestar Runner Tron". Things were pret-ty normal around this guy, that is, until he'd recieved an email which changed his whole life. (Cliché goodness!) It was from his buddy, "Fhqwhgads", (Yes, let me pronounce that for you guys. Fahoog-wa-gah-ds.) who seemed to be having computer problems. (Which is ironic, seeing as though Fhqwhgads. (Yes, let me pronounce that again. Fahoog-wa-gah-ds.) is named after a virus. So a virus is having a virus, eh? Oh, nevermind.) But right after reading it, Skye was sucked into his computer, and spun into the H*R world, where Fhqwhgads had been trapped inside a cage.
   You see, Homestar had gone mad with power, and had enslaved the whole country, and, since Homestar is just a dumb guy, kidnapped Fhqwhgads for no apparent reason. So it was up to HSRT (or Skye) to save Free Country USA and Fahoog. He jumped through the warp again, and after a long, hard journey, went back with all his fellow internet friends from the Burning Horizon Fan-Forum to save his friend. But sadly, right before entering, Pom Pom, one of his other best friends, was blown out of the car, and into the time and space stream, where he could've be sent ANYWHERE.
   Skye was pretty sad, as many would be. (Unless you happened to be a heartless fiend or didn't happen to care for your friend, but in that way, it would've been redundant to call him your friend.) but continued, and saved Fhqwhgads. But now that he'd been able to meet everyone, he wanted to send everyone into his area. Luckily, during the story, he met Homsar, who actually seemed to be able to grant wishes. (Whoa, what a plot device!) So, he wished all the people could be sent near his home, and that Pom Pom would also be sent home. Sadly, for some reason, Homgenies are unable to do the kind of wish to rescue someone when they don't know where they are.
   So, as a result, the first wish worked, but the 2nd didn't... anyways... let me just... press a button on that remote of mine to get back on with the story...


HSRT cried tears of joy... he was finally here... it was Pom-


Why do I always press the wrong button and spoil everything? Oh well. This the right button? Yeah, I think it is...

[HomeStarRunnerTron]

  Well, even though Skye and his newly wished neighbors had seen the cartoon characters in all their actuality, and been rewarded by them for saving the day, they still acted like regular fans, and walked over to the computer weekly, and opened up the internet. And today was one of those days.
  Yes, it was a Monday, which meant the website would probably have an update. Hopefully with a new Strong Bad email, which, so far, had about (insert current number) emails available to watch. He opened the page up, and crossed his fingers.
  "Please be an email- Please be an email-"
  SUCCESS! New email, the (insert one email ahead of current number)th/nd, entitled, "boxing gloves". ... oh... man. Could this be what Skye thought it was? You see, Strong Bad never took his boxing gloves off when he typed.
  So people all across the world began to wonder how he types so well with his boxing gloves on, and even to this day send him emails about the subject. He never answers them though. He just whips up an old trick of his from up his sleeve... er... ARM... (Topless, remember?) and deletes the little bugger. But maybe... MAYBE he was to answer the email this time. He pressed the button, and waited patiently for it to load...
  "Wait, why do I have to?" Skye told the narrator. "I have Road Runner!"
  Skye grinned at the audience, and turned to the already loaded Strong Bad Email.
  "Ohhh- emails are cool and awexome!" Strong Bad's email jingle, his prompt to all his emails, began. "And cool and awexome I am!" Strong Bad opened up the email.
  "Dear Strong Bad!" He read aloud. "I know you get this email and HATE it SO much... but can you PLEASE tell us eager fans how do you type with boxing gloves on?" Skye crossed his fingers and bit his lip, hoping that Strong Bad would do what he thought he would do. "Signed Hopingly by... Seven Eight Seven Man!"
  "Aw maan!" Strong Bad yelled, sounding rather annoyed, as usual. "I get this SO MANY times... a- deleteh- hey wait. Something at da bottom!" "Strong Sad stinks." He read slowly.
  "Whoa. ... Well, Stefan Ate Shaving Tan... that changes EVERYTHING! .. well, the way I type so well with boxing gloves on is like-a so. You see, I-" Strong Bad's sentence was cut short by a stream of yellow substance... probably butter... shooting at Strong Bad's face.
  "WHAGT- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! ...." he paused. "Eh... eh... I'm... melting." And indeed he was. "... I'M MELTIIIIING! Curse you and your little dog, I would've gotten away with- oh mah-"

[HomeStarRunnerTron]

  He didn't have enough time to end his sentence, and had turned into a pile of nothing. Skye gasped, and nearly fainted, but the next part kept him from passing out. A long, lanky foot appeared out of the right side of the screen, then quickly kicked the camera that'd been filming them, breaking it and ending the transmission of this horrific email. The toon's screen went static, and Skye finally fainted.
  Soon after, people from the forums literally burst down the door and ran to Skye's computer, only to find Skye on the ground.
  "Hey Skye, new Peachmail!" Pride Of The Peaches came through the door last, only to see Skye on the floor with a look of shock on his face. "... whoa! I guess he was so excited he collapsed!" She said finally, looking at everyone with a grin on her face. Everyone else, as any sane person would, had a look of shock and horror on their face.
  "... what? Are none of you fans?" Peaches asked.
  "Did you see the new Strong Bad E-mail yet?" YelloDello, the administrator of BHZ, said with a look of annoyance on her face.
  "... nnnooooo. I was too busy with PEACHMAIL NUMBAH (enter the newest email number, that is, unless there are no more Peachmails anymore. If so, boohoo for you.)!"
  Her last two words echoed triumphantly in the room. Suddenly, the screen of the email went back into focus, rather fuzzy, but clear enough to picture it out, you could hear and see two blurred figures talking.
  "Take THAT, stupid! I'm da emailew now! Staw Mail... I like da wing of it." said one of the voices, obviously Homestar's.
  "I'm just glad he's gone. I've had revenge on Strong Bad... it was really boring. I would've rather had a Matrix fight with him instead of instantly melting him with butter."
  "Yeah. Stawmail, Benny. It'll be awexome. I mean, the one email I answewed was awexome! It'll be awexome... soooo awexom-"
  "Be quiet."
  "Okay!" There was a rather brief pause. "... popcorn! Butter popcown! You can make popcown! It'll make all the audience happy. Maybe they'll even stawt laughing! And if they don't laugh, laugh twacks awe the way to go!"
  "DO YOU KNOW WHAT QUIET MEANS?!?"
  "... nope! I don't even know what "know" means, Benedetto!"
  "BENEDETTO?!" everyone screamed in unison.
  Well, except for Peaches. She was busy trying to shake HSRT awake.
  "Cummon! Wake up! New Peachmail's-a calling ya! ... it's great!"
  "HEY!" ChocolateMetal yelled. "He likes MY fanfics!"
  "Mine!" Peaches said back.
  "No, he likes MINE!" said everyone in the room who had a fanfic or email thread.
  "Look, he likes everyone's." YelloDello said, taking command. "Peaches, get some water and splash it on Skye."
  "Okie doke!" Peaches said. "... better still, I'd like to splash peach juice on him."
  "Man... what could be going on?" said Homestarguy.
  "I'll tell ya!" said The Stickly Man. You see, The Stickly Man and Rockandskateallday, for some reason, knew the whole plot and that they were in a story, and were always giving things away. Sorta like me and my remote. "Well, Homestar made Beh-"
  Stickly was stopped by Rocky.
  "Sssh!" Well, Rocky didn't spoil as much as Stickly did. "Those guys are STILL not supposed to know we know we're in a story!"
  "... what?" everyone said.
  "... oh! Nothing! Nothing!" Rocky said.
  "We're in a story, everyone." Stickly said, grinning.
  "Uh, he didn't mean that, folks! Uh, he meant... uh... he likes eating story... books! Yeah! He likes eating books."
   "..." everyone paused for a second, then Peaches came back with Skye, awake again, but covered in peach juice.
  "Well, Skye, just go and watch that Peachmail!"
  "Wuhh... mail?" Skye mumbled, remembering the email he'd just seen. "AAAAH!"
  "Yeah, some pretty freaky stuff, huh, Skye?" YelloDello asked.
  "Yeah, was that..." Skye started.
  "-yeah. Homestar crashed outta custody." Stickly just wouldn't be quiet about the plot. "He's on the loose... and somehow brought Benedetto back to life. ... and he eliminated Strong Bad. And Senor C-"
  Stickly would've told the forum members everything, but Rocky jammed his skateboard into Stickly's mouth, and only muffled words came out. YelloDello stared at Stickly for a second, then at Rocky, then she finally put her gaze back on Skye, and shrugged. Skye shrugged back, and smiled.
  Suddenly, all the forum members (well, everyone who was friends with Skye or had even associated with Skye was in the house now) heard a frightened, "DaAaAah!!!"
  Everyone knew it was Homsar. Somehow he'd popped onto Skye's desktop, and was babbling his head off. Homestarguy, who was a Homsarese expert, came close to Homsar and asked, in his language,
  "Didya flop your top when the food don't stop?" which means, "What's wrong?"
  "The buffet threw a fight, and I gave all my might!! DuAaAaAhh!!" Homsar yelled quickly.
  Suddenly, Homestar came out of the email webpage, and started after Homsar.
  "Now, Homsaw! Give me some wishes, ow I'll have to shoot!" he warned, pointing at Benedetto.
  "FLAPPY DAPPA BOARD!!" he screamed.
  Skye couldn't have this happen. He had a plan, but his body was still sticky from the peach juice, and couldn't move much.
  "Guys, put Homestar in the trash!" Skye said.
  "...."
  "Um, don't ANY of you know how to use a Macintosh?" Skye questioned.
  "Um... no." they all said in unison.
  "PICK ME! PICK ME!" Rocky screamed. "I've never used a Mac in my life, but I need to be a plot device somehow in this story!"
  "..." Skye paused, staring for a few minutes. ".... ooookay."

[Strong Bads Evil Twin]

thaaat iss soooo <BALLEETED!> lpoopng long

[HomeStarRunnerTron]

thaaat iss soooo <BALLEETED!> lpoopng long

Uh-huh... and... is that a bad thing?

[ACPigeon]

Great story so far, HRST! A little bit... wordy, but you've got a real smooth plot! And the humor is great, too. I give it a:

9.8/10

[Mr. Teatime]

thaaat iss soooo <BALLEETED!> lpoopng long

This is the fourth time you've said something like this! I reccomend you stop it before you're given (more) demerits. You've been here long enough to know cursing is not appropriate!

Great story HomestarRunnerTron. Glad you came back to this  

[HomeStarRunnerTron]

Thanks, another chapter will be out today for sure!

[Darkest_Raven]

Wow. You sure put a lot of work into it. I likes it.

[Faded]

I never mind long stories! Anyways, this story is getting really good!

9.7/10

[HomeStarRunnerTron]

Sorry, but here is the belated chapter!

Chapter 3- Computer Trouble (aka How To Use A Mac For Dummies)

   Rocky sat at the computer, sweating, not knowing what to press, but wanting to be useful in the story SOOO badly. So he decided on touching the mouse. Okay.. so far.. so good. Then he clicked on Homestar. He was instantly selected.
   "Hey! ... that tickles! Why you-"
   Homestar had no time to say further, Rocky began shaking the whitey all over the place.
   "WHOOOOOOOAAAA!" Homestar screamed.
   "Dunk a dean!" Homsar rejoiced.
   "Uggg.. I feel like... up... chuckin' a... woodchuck." Homestar said woozily.
   Rocky suddenly let go of Homestar, making him fall sharply back onto an icon.
   "Um, Skye? What's a trash?" Skye rolled his eyes, and tried to remember when he was using a PC at his cousin's house. Something clicked in him.
   "Recycle Bin." Skye said.
   "... oooohhhh." Rocky smiled. "Gotcha." Rocky paused again. "Hey, where's the C Drives? The D Drives? .... The... Z... Drives?"
   Skye sighed, but started.
   "Well, there's no-"
   Suddenly, Benedetto shot a beam of hot butter at Skye's glasses, and sure enough, the glasses and framing melted off.
   "ACGH! I'm... I'M... BLIIIIIIIND!!!" Skye toppled out of Peaches's arms, and hit his head.
   "Skye! Wake up! WAKE UP!" Peaches shook Skye. "... YOU DIDN'T SEE THE PEACHMAIL YEEEET!!"
   Mr. Teatime ran down the stairs and got some water in a bucket, and came back up.
   "Here ya go-" Suddenly, he spilled some water, and tripped on it, dropping the water, bucket and all, on Skye's face. Which of course didn't wake up Skye, water or no water. Mr. Teatime hit the floor as well, and was knocked out... as well.
   Homestar Golfer started to run back downstairs for some water, but quickly tripped over the wet spot on the mat, and knocked himself out too.
   "TWO MEN DOWN!!" Won The Powerball shrieked, and quickly ran into a corner, where she'd been most of the time. (Hence no lines from her till now. )
   "Quickly, Rocky! Quickly!" YelloDello screamed. "He can shoot-"
   Benedetto shot at Rocky's skateboard, which had been removed from Stickly's mouth recently. The skateboard cracked in half, splinters falling into the mat. Rocky gasped, looking at the remnants of his beloved skateboard. Suddenly, he look up at Benedetto and Homestar with fiercesome bright red eyes, growling ominously...
   "Uh oh, Benny. I think he's angwwwwyyyy!" Homestar said, still held tight by the end of the mouse.
   "You're telling me!" Benedetto whimpered.
    "Of couwse! I just did! But I'll wepeat myself, no sweat! Uh oh, Benny. I think he's-"
   Rocky shot Homestar onto the bottom of the screen, and suddenly, a grey bar appeared, with the picture of a trash can on it.
   "Ohhhhh no..." Homestar said with wide eyes. "... I don't like sitting next to wotten bananas! And pwunes. But bananas mowe-"
   "BE QUIET, BABY TALK MAN!!" shouted Hulk Rocky, as he quickly dropped Homestar into the trash, followed by Ben. Skye had finally come to his senses, and quickly said,
   "Empty the Trash, Rocky!!" Rocky did as he was told, and they were quickly gone for good.
   Soon after, Rocky went back to normal, dizzily falling backwards.
   “Uhhh…” Rocky grunted. He turned to the remains of his skateboard, gasped, and started whimpering. "M-m-m-m-MY SKATEBOOOOARD!" He burst out crying and mourning over his lost possession. Skye went down to sit by Rocky, he put his hand over Rocky's shoulder.
   "Aw, don't worry, Rocky!" Skye said comfortingly. "We have a genie, REMEMBER?"
   Skye winked, then grinned. Homestarguy walked over to Homsar, and quickly said (because Rocky was making such a ruckus),
   "The boat is at the port! Jump on! Jump on!"
   Homsar's hat popped off his head, and fell back on. Soon Homsar went into a string of "DuAaAaAh!"s, and soon started changing colors. Finally, Homsar began to shine brightly, and finally, the skateboard, even better than Rocky's old one, fell from the ceiling to the floor.
   "SKATEBOARD!" Rocky make a big, wide, dumb loving smile and ran to the brand-new skateboard.
   "Okay, Homsar." Skye cleared his throat and tried to figure out how to say, "Open the c o c kpit door dimensional warp, Hal Homsar.".
   "Floop the roop and clear those hoops!" He turned to Homestarguy.
   "What did I say?" Skye asked.
   "I wish I was an Oscar Meyer Weiner."
   Skye hit his head on the wall, but soon found that he was making the wall smell like meat. Oh great, his wish came true, and he couldn't get off the wall. Or talk. Skye started wondering what meaty weiners like himself did in their spare time before getting put into a bun and roasted. Just sit there and look... appetizing?
   "Homsar, fly the nest to make things best!" Homestarguy wished. Skye soon could move again, but for some reason was covered with gooey meat sauce.
   "I think I'm-a gonna go wash my face off." Skye quickly said, and hurriedly walked of into the bathroom.

[HomeStarRunnerTron]

  Soon after, Skye was un-meat sauced, and the BHZ members were swimming along in the warp... no, seriously. They all had their beach clothes on, and were swimming through the warp. It's actually pretty fun. Sorta like swimming, except... you know... in a warp. Skye was singing Surfing, USA, all the big-time fanfiction writers were riding in a boat made COMPLETELY outta pencils. That's write! ... Uh, I mean, that's RIGHT! Mm-yes. Rocky was skating through the warp on his skateboard, doing some pretty sweet moves. And everyone else was just floating through the warp. It's actually pretty fun. Sorta like floating, except... you know... in a warp.
   “Who needs a car?” Skye said, while doing a loop-dee-loop. “This is FUN!”
   “Fun? JUST fun?” Rocky questioned. “No, my friend! THIS is radical!”
   So they were off… AGAIN! Off to save the day! … AGAIN! But there WERE a few stowaways.
   “WHOA!” All the fanfiction writers said. The back of the boat had fallen apart, and the boat tipped over. And on the broken half of the boat, quite a few of the retired members were holding on for dear life! (They were hiding in the back of the boat if you couldn’t get it… dumbdumb.)
   And, as you'd probably suspect it, one of those members were...
   "FHQWHGADS?!" everyone shouted in unison. Well, I THINK they did. Most were saying, "Fah-cool-gah-pod??" and "Fat-ultra-dud?" or maybe a combination of the two... no one could really tell.
   "I thought you retired!" Skye said, waving a finger at Fahoog.
   "Well, like you guys ALWAYS say.." Fhqwhgads started.
   "Everyone who leaves..." Depressio said.
   "... always comes back!" No-Neck finished, because the pencils where D-man'd been had given way, and well, you know. "I'm sad that I'm floating!" Depressio yelled.
   "Anyways..." Homeschool started (another retired member). "Let's speed up this journey from walk to... um... run."
   "Run timey!" fun_timey (fun_rhymey's more like it.) exclaimed happily.
   “Let’s gooooooO! ... ooooo!” commanded Neowhyachi.
   Everyone jumped into the pencil boat as it started to enlarge, Homsar’s doing, obviously. Soon, the boat was off at full speed, pencil erasers and chunks of wood flying everywhere. But luckily, no one fell out that time. Well, except for Rocky, who’d foolishly forgotten to put on a seatbelt (let this be a lesson to you kids! Always wear your seatbelt!) before the boat began to take off. He’d been trampled on a lot from the people jumping in, and by the time he regained consciousness, the boat was miles away. “GUYS! Wait up!” Rocky said, troubled, partially because of his skateboard breaking (the forum members trampled on that too) and partially because he had no idea where he was or how to catch up with the boat.
   “… please?” Rocky pleaded. There was a pause of silence. He looked around for any clues on where the boat, and his friends, could’ve gone. Suddenly, he saw a trail of thin, light-green mist. “AHA!” Rocky exclaimed. It must’ve been left by the boat. He started back stroking, following the trail.


   Meanwhile, back in Skye’s house, his brother Rey had been guarding the laptop, making sure nothing… weird… would occur. Sure, it was a boring job, but Skye had also promised Rey that when he came back, Rey could have the laptop to himself. Rey began daydreaming of the day he'd be using the laptop.... aaaall day... playing videogames.... aaaalll day- suddenly, Rey snapped out of it, and witnessed something truly horrifying. The trash can from within the laptop suddenly blasted into nothingness, and Homestar and Benedetto stood there, quite alive, with only a few bruises.
   "Why, it looks like we escaped fwom the choppy thingies! We wewe about to become BALEETED! Lucky that I saved you, aye?" Homestar said triumphantly.
   "Um, Homestar?" Ben said quietly, staring at the face of Rey peering down at them.
   "Yeah-no-yeah?" Homestar said, shaking his body all around like a bobblehead.
   "Look."
   "Look whewe? Left? Wight? Diagon Alley? ... cwosswoad?"
   Homestar couldn't finish reciting every direction he could think of, because Rey had selected them and dragged them into an art program.
   "Whoopsey! Looks like I made a mistake while drawing!" Rey said mischeviously. "I guess I'll just... CUT THEM!" Rey quickly went to the menu bar, and selected Cut. In an instant, they were gone. But it only took them another instant to come back.
   Rey screamed as Benedetto shot a ray of butter at his shirt. The thread of clothing it touched shriveled away quickly, leaving a hole, somewhere around his arm. Rey accidentally leaned back, and the chair he was on, of course, leaned back with him, and collapsed, knocking Rey out. Homestar laughed as maniacally as a dumb guy can, and ran steathfully into the webpage entering the Homestar world, and did something truly horrible.
   ... he fed Marzipan meat.

[scoobysnacks]

This story is getting really good it is even better than the last one. Im looking forward to more.

[ChocolateMetal]

This is really funny and cool, keep it up!