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

[skinny_blonde_girl]

Message from HSRT: I removed the Chapter 6 1/2 and put it in the right place. However, the responses below are for Chapter 6 1/2.

*doubles over*

That was the best thing ever! Great job!

[Peaches]

Awexome cross!!  I wonder was Strong Bad tastes like... hmm...

[Mr. Teatime]

Sweet deal, this is getting sweatier and sweatier. I mean...sweeter and sweeter. Can't wait for the next crazy, zany, wacky part!

[Darkest_Raven]

Wow! Mod Titans? Melty Cardage? Strong Puddle? Awesome!!
I really like this story. Keep it up dude!

[HomeStarRunnerTron]

Okay... the next chapter is FINALLY out!

Chapter 8- Vidisaster:

   "Okay troops! Time to get going! Let me find the map..." Skye said after a peek around the area, searching for Stickly and Rocky. "Ah! There it is... what's it doing in the garbage?"
   Skye quickly picked the map from inside the trash, and read it over to the members.
   "Okay, two cups flour... three tablespoons... what the.. Peaches? Bready? Is this your recipe? It's all bent up, you might wanna get it..." Skye said.
   "What the.." shrieked Peaches from the other side of the camp. "YAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!" Peaches went screaming around to the other side of the camp.
   ".. Well.. okay, you've probably gone up in status of perfection, looks like yah don't need it..." Skye said, throwing it into the wind.
   "What?" Peaches blinked for a school of seconds, then suddenly it clicked on what just happened. "NO!! BREADY! GO AFTER THAT RECIPE!"
   "Recipe?! Recipe?!" Bready Guy searched on the ground. "Here, recipe! ... here, boy! Girl! .. whateveh' you ah."
   "No, Bready! IN THE AIR!!!" Peaches rolled her eyes and waved her hands frantically.
   "AAH!!" Bready Guy suddenly saw it rolling off, and ran off after it, jumping up, trying to catch it.
   "Don't fly, recipe! Please come down!" Peaches whimpered, running behind Bready Guy. "I worry about you! ... I can see the strings!"
   "... excuse me?" Skye said blankly, looking as Peaches and Bready ran, ran like there was no tommorow, but definitely ran, conscious of the fact that there was a today, jumping up every now and then. The odd duo frantically waved their hands in the air, hoping to catch their recipe of wonders. "There's.. no strings."
   ".. Strong Bad Email reference, okay?! I should be able to say as much!" Peaches shouted angrily, looking back at Skye, but still more focused on the recipe.
   "The timing could've been better, but.. not too shabby!" Skye mumbled his comment in response, still tracing their mad charge after the partied parchment. .. But, because of looking back at Skye, Peaches accidentally bumped into Bready, and the recipe flew away.
   ".. D'oh!" Bready Guy muttered sadly.
   "Aw, it's okay!" Peaches said, patting Bready on the back in an optimistic urge. "Look on the bright side!"
   "... that... we... still have toast?" Bready asked, raising an eyebrow.
   "No, silly!" Peaches said. "You still have me!"
   "..." everyone else just.. stared at Peaches. Still there was hope amongst this topic.
   "Yay!!!" Bready yelled in delight, clapping his hands together.


   "Okay, 4 more of those... lumpy... green hills and one of those standard Homestar trees should get us to the next resting point!" YelloDello read.
   "Man, do these things ever end?" groaned Peaches, hunched over, sweating, who'd overstocked on bread before they'd continued.
   "Neverending sooooodaaaa.." murmured Bready Guy tunefully, who'd just fallen over, and who'd already been overstocked on bread since the beginning.
   "Nah, these things never end." Fhqwhgads said, pushing his hand forth towards the hills. "They can-"
   "Go on forever!" finished Jengajam, pointing his index finger intelligently.
   "The Brothers Chaps just keep on pasting them over and over and over..." HSRT said, dawdling his head to one side.
   "And over!" said all three of them in unison, with their hands stretched forth.
   "Heh, flash experts." said Mr. Teatime, grinning. "Gotta have um!"
   But just after passing 2 hills, they got a huge surprise... or rather... Skye got a huge surprise from accidentally walking into a big building.
   "What the..." Skye said, looking at the large factory he'd just bumped into.
   "Oooooh..." all members said in unison. "Videlectriiiix...."
   "Oh, I get it!" Skye said, wondering thoughtfully why he'd bumped into this. "This map was built quite a good deal of years ago... this thing looks, in contrast, recent. Looks like we're gonna have to walk through it, it's got that silly gate around to assure as much..."
   "It's... it's..." said all the videogame BHZ fanatics hopefully, with a twinkle in their eye...
   "Closed." said a voice from behind them.
   They all turned around to see an average-looking man with a mustache, and a sarcastic, dull aura around him, with a name tag stating cheerfully, "Hi, My Name Is John!"
   "If you've come here for a tour, you're about an hour late. After visiting hours we're really busy with the next game." The supposed John drolled on.
   "Oooh..." said the videogame fanatics, grinning like mad. "WHATISITWHATISIT!!?!"
   "Look, it's top secret, I cannot tell ANYone!" John rolled his eyes, about to walk away through the endless and, as carefully stated, standard hills.
   "WHAT!?" said the fanatics, the "grinning" in "grinning like mad" changed to plain MAD. No "like" to it, the real thing to be sure. The fanatics carefully raised a spindly fist. "Why we oughtaaa.."
   The fanatics quickly pinned John down to the green surface, as HSRT walked over to John and pulled off his mustache.
   "AUGH! How'd you know it wasn't real?!" John screamed.
   "Oh, I have my ways..." HSRT said, raising his eyebrows up and down. "Now, let us in."
   "No!! It's top secret, and visiting hours are..." John started, but was soon interrupted by all the videogame fanatics growling, and after a girlish little scream, John ripped off his Videlectrix jacket and his name tag, handed it to Fhqwhgads, as he sped off like a regular Looney Tunes Road Runner through the standard hills once more.
   "Well, that solves our problems..." HSRT grinned. "Thanks, John!"
   "HOW DO YOU KNOW ALL THIS PERSONAL INFO ON ME?!" John yelled back. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!"
   "Um... isn't this one kinda obvious?" Skye said, rolling his eyes, and pointing the name tag at John.
   "Oh... right." John said, blinking a few times, then speeding through the fields again.


   "This tickles..." Fhqwhgads said, as he wiggled around his mustache, walking along the Videlectrix campus as casually as he could possibly act.
   "Shh..." HSRT said in a hushed voice, as they started to pass a few other mustache-wearing men. "Just try to act... natural."
   "Leap day! Leap day! LA LA LA LEAP DA-" Fhqwhgads sang sarcastically in his high pitched cartoon Fahoogwha-voice, but was quickly interrupted by Skye quietly, but fiercely hushing him.
   They quickly approached the check-in desk, and yet another man with a stick-on mustache was waiting to check them in.
   "Why, hello, John!" said Harry. (or so his nametag stated) "Nice hair!"
   "Why, thank you, Harry." Fhqwhgads announced carefully, looking from side to side at the procession of mustached video game programmers marching along with Trogdor plushies.
   ".. Didn't you just leave?" Harry looked around at the odd sight surrounding his desk. "... and what's with the group of kids... err- teens... and... um... adults.. and... weirdos....- oh, nevermind. Just what's with this group?"
   "Well, we're the BHZ forum members, a place on the internet just for us fans of H*R! Here's a link to Action Cool News! It's a place where we say the newest updates that don't have any secrets. Here's a link to Secr-" Ivan started, but was interrupted by Harry shouting, "NO! I mean, it's past visiting hours!!"
   "Oh, well, um.." Fhqwhgads started, stuttering a bit, while in thought. ".. well, these people are the video game testers we've sent to test the 'new game'."
   "Ohhhh..." Harry said, completely buying it. "Well, carry on then."
   "Good one." YelloDello and Skye whispered to FHQ.
   Harry scribbled something down on a piece of paper, stuck it through a slot, then let them pass by, waving happily to the group as all few thousands or so strolled down the hallway.
   But, unbeknownst to the H*R haters were fast on their trail.
   And so was Rocky.


   "And to your left..." said their tour guide. "Is the pitch room where all the video game artists shoot out random and usually not very good ideas, but decide to make it anyway because it sounds cheap. And if you look to your right... there is the demolition room."
   "The demolition room?" Hammer Of God asked. "Why would an video game building place need a DEMOLITION room?"
   "Trust me, you don't wanna know." growled the tour guide, her big wide even toothed smile suddenly turning into an annoyed looking scowl. "The Videlectrix people seem to get this thing outta destroying their own arcade game... it's not very pleasant to watch... or-"
   Suddenly, they all heard a loud, horrible, long screeching sound, like the sound your fingernails make on a blackboard when you push them all the way down. Thankfully, it stopped after a few minutes of ear splitting noise.
   "... hear." the tour guide rolled her eyes, then suddenly, her smile came back. "Well, that's the end of your tour, enjoy the testing of the... 'new game'!"
   After the tour guide walked away, all the video game fanatics quickly pounced into the testing room, but was quickly pulled away by YelloDello and Fhqwhgads.
   "Sorry guys, but that was just a diversion..." Fhqwhgads said. "We seriously need to be going."
   "Awwww..." said the VGF's.
   The group quickly dashed over to the exit.
   "So, I was like, golf... it's just shooting a small ball in a hole?" Hammer of God said to Homestar Golfer.
   "Wha? No, it's more than that!" Homestar Golfer retorted. "It's a game of strategy, a game of..."
   Suddenly, Rocky shot two darts at them from in the shadows.
   "Oh well, I guess we weren't used that often, anyways." Hammer of God said, falling down.
   "Hear hear!" Homestar Golfer confirmed, also falling down.
   Rocky stepped out of shadows, laughing maniacally, then looking to the right at the rest of the group. He searched around for his target, HSRT.
   "Ah... there's the little.." suddenly, seeing HSRT, Rocky switched brains again. "What the... get out my body you maniac!" SWITCH! "I will not lose my target!" SWITCH! "You're not touchin' him!" "YES!" "NO!" "YES!" "No times infinity!" The virus quickly got his dart ready. "Who cares what you say when I'm in control?" SWITCH! "Who says you're in control?" As soon as the virus commanded Rocky to shoot the dart, Rocky moved his body away from everything. "What the... what have you done?"
   WHAM! The silver dart flipped around in the air for a moment, then shot into the CPU of the Peasant's Quest stand up arcade game.
   "What the..." Skye said, counting up the members. "2 people are missing!"
   "More important news!" Rocky screamed, coming out of the darkness. “That game is going haywire, and I’m being controlled by some insane man!”
   “What the…” Skye squeaked, making his voice hardly audible. “Rocky, is this some sort of excuse for your behavior?”
   “No, Skye!” Rocky waved his arms in the air. “You have to believe me, I got infected by some sort of virus…”
   The BHZ members watched in horror as the flashy not-so-many-bit game screen flickered on and off, off and on.
   “And all this is being controlled by-” Rocky tried to finish up, but suddenly, the machine burst open, and all the BHZ members were sucked up, and Rocky blown out to the side, knocked unconscious.


   Skye suddenly was knocked back into consciousness, but found he couldn’t open his eyes, and there was some taskbar in his vision, even if he hadn’t opened his eyes. It looked surprisingly familiar.
   Suddenly, the taskbar started to type up something… it looked like, “a> open eyes”. And doing so, he did. It took him a while to focus hard on the scenery, but when it came into focus, he noticed he WASN’T inside an arcade room, infact…
   “Hey, he’s awake!” said (well, not really SAID, more like, speech bubble over her head saying that…) a Peaches not REALLY looking like herself, but in a way, she still was the same. “Wanna try taste our peach paste and FLASH sandwich? I’ve got Legendary Frog, Weebl and Bob, or Homestar Runner flavored. Though you may wanna watch out on those Weebl ones, they’re kinda heavy on the pie!” The speech bubble typed out, “*chuckle*” and Peaches nudged Skye in the shoulder. “Get it?” typed out the speech bubble. “PIE? WEEBL? HAHAHAHAHHA!!!”
   Skye tried to stare or blink or flinch… even say something back in response, but found he couldn’t.
   “Oh, you can’t figure out how to work this out, eh?” Peaches speech-bubbled. “Well, think out what you want to command in your mind, it should type down on your taskbar.”
   Skye quickly jotted down his command, a little sloppily. “Wheres amI?” Skye got out.
   “…” read Peach’s speech bubble. “Amy? Who’s Amy? Amy Grant? Why would Amy Grant be in a video game? Especially in Peasant’s Quest?”
   “PEASANT’S QUEST?!” Skye screamed, the voice not heard, but the feeling easy to figure out. “We’re in Peasant’s Quest?!”
   “No, you silly!” Peaches wrote out sarcastically. “We’re in We Meet Again, a forum fanfiction, you write it, and no one knows we’re actually in it. NOT.”
   “Bready, are you done with the Sinister Spy sandwich?” Peaches typed in the biggest size font she could get.
   “fhjkslsdds” Bready Guy typed up incoherently, handing Peaches a bad graphics sandwich.
   “Excuse me?” Skye said, typing in, “a> hold hand up to ear”. “What’s with him?”
   “Oh, he doesn’t know how to type anything right.” Peaches explained.
   “fhjkslsdds” Bready Guy moaned, as though very annoyed.
   “Except for fhjkslsdds. He can say that thing right.” Peaches said.


   “Man, it’s sooo cool to be in this game!” the VGF’s speech bubbled.
   “Hah, you’re telling me!” Mr. Teatime shouted with happiness. “Peasant’s Quest is the sorta game I know from top to bottom!”
   Hold it! Must pause here. Look, maybe Mr. Teatime loves this game, maybe not. I just thought he should play a bigger role in this, kay? Kay. Kay. … kay.
   “FORE!” someone sounding familiar (well, not really SOUNDING. It was the font that gave him away) shouted.
   Skye turned around, and quickly typed in, “a> eyes widen and gasp”, “AUGH! DUCK!”
   Everyone ducked, well, besides Mr. Teatime.
   “Duck? It’s a baby. You better say it right because not even a mod like you can mispronounce or misspell a SINGLE aspect of this-”
   “Just duck!” Skye yelled, and punched in, “a> pull down Teatime”.
   A baby bounced over the field, and landed in a pool. Suddenly, a very, very bad graphical person came into view. R… R… R…
   “Rather Dashing?!” said the BHZ members in unison.

[HomeStarRunnerTron]

Continued!

   “a> scream like a little girl” Mr. Teatime typed in.
   “*SCREEEEAAAAAM!!!*” Mr. Teatime did just what he typed in. “RATHERDASHINGYOURSO… RATHERDASHINGIWANTYOURAUTOGRAPHONMYTOENAILANDMYBELLYANDMY… EVERYWHERE!” MR.TEAT.. (I seem to take on my characters handwriting… *ahem*…) Mr. Teatime shrieked.
   “I think your friend has me mixed up with someone else…” the man who looked EXACTLY, but not quite like Rather Dashing said. “I am… Rather Evil!”
   Suddenly, the man’s eyes turned red, two pointy fangs popped out of his mouth, and a mustache and goatee appeared.
   “fhjkslsdds!!!” Bready Guy screamed.
   “Yay! You learned punctuation!” Peaches complimented.
   “………… *SCREEEEAAAAAM!!!*” Mr. Teatime repeated. “RATHEREVILYOURSO… RATHEREVILIWANTYOUR...”
   “Weird gang you got here.” Rather Evil said, shaking his head. “No matter, weird or not, you are my worthy… well, ONLY components.. so I will beat you to defeating Trogdor… MWAHAHAHHA!”
   “… that REALLY doesn’t seem that evil.” Skye said, blinking.
   “… AND I will throw this PC inside a boiling pot of lava.” He added.
   “AAAUGH!” said all the PC users.
   “… so?” all the Mac-ers retorted.
   “LOOK! They call me Rather Evil… RATHER.”
   “How in the world did THIS guy turn… not really evil, but…  ya know.” YelloDello whispered in small text.
   “Why are you whispering? He can read if he wants to.”
   “He’s right, you know.” Rather Evil established.
   “Oy.” YelloDello said, then PM-ed the same message to Skye and Fhqwhgads.
   “Eh, I think the dart sorta messed up the coding. Now everyone is… well... evil.” Fhqwhgads PM-ed back.
   “You mean dumb?” Skye said back.
   “Yeah. Dumb.” Fhqwhgads said, but forgot to PM.
   “DUMB?!” Rather Evil screamed. “DUMB?! Alright, you’ve pushed me to my limit! … I’m taking a hostage!!”
   Rather Evil took a quick look around, then grabbed Bready Guy.
   “BREADY!!!” Peaches screamed, and suddenly typed in, “a> save Bready in a climatic, but rather brief battle”. Peaches slapped Rather Evil once, but powerfully.
   “fhjkslsdds” Bready Guy said, which, I think meant, “Slap him, Peach!”
   “I will slap him! I will slap him 9 times!” Peaches shrieked, then slapped him 10 times.
   “Hey, that was 10 t-” Rather Evil started, but didn’t have much time to continue, because another set of even more painful slaps came, and one big kick. “… okay, maybe that wasn’t such a good idea… I’ll just stick with me beating you to Trogdor’s lair- BYE!!” And he was gone in a cloud of kinda bad graphics dust.
   “Well, Skye, what’re we waiting for? Let’s exit!” Peaches typed out.
   “I don’t think we can, actually…” Skye said, shaking his head.
   Fhqwhgads thought for a few seconds, then replied a little hesitantly, “I think we really DO need to win him to Trogdor to win.”
   Peaches didn’t do anything for a minute or two.
   “… um… what’s taking long for your response?” Skye asked.
   “I’m sorry, it's a long command to type in” Peaches said, finally typing it in, and widening her eyes in a terrified kinda way.
   “Aw, don’t worry about getting past that guy…” Teatime said, laying his back on the side of a pixel-like tree, in a street smart way. “I know this game like the my suave, unblemished hand.” He lifted it up and gazed sharply at it. “Hey, when did I get THAT wart? ... ewww.”
   “Okay, gang.” Yello Dello shouted over the blare of happy and terrified members.
   “Gang? I’m not really sure I like that term…” shouted some member from in the crowd.
   “Okaaay then… group!” Yello Dello repeated. “Let’s split up. Teatime, being the Peasants Quest pwner-”
   “L33T!!!!111oneone” yelled Jim Grim.
   “… ookay.. Teatime, being the Peasants Quest "L33T!!11" pwner, he’ll be the leader.”
   “HEEHEE! L33TER!!11111” Jim Grim declared.
   “Yeah, whatever, l33ter. Teatime is also assigned the peasant, who’ll be wearing all the items we find. We can’t possibly find 3,000 or so robes and burninate 3,000 people.”
   “P33PLE!!” yelled everyone.
   “NO MORE DOUBLE 3'S!!!!11” Yello Dello yelled, shoving many aside with her big, big, big speech bubble.
   Fhqwhgads took over for her. “Peaches and Bready will find the robe for Teaimte…”
   “… Jim Grim and Fun_Timey will kill the Kerrek and get it raining…” HSRT continued. (Hooray for hardly used characters who’ll probably bring up funnier situations)
   “And I’ll get it all burninated!” Teatime said, happily.
   “But doesn’t that seem a little… wasted?” Jim Grim asked.
   “Wasted and pasted!” Fun Timey said.
   “… pasted on what?” Jim Grim asked.
   “Pasted you tasted!” Fun Timey yelled happily.
   “… gee, this guy is worse than Crackotage.” Jim Grim PMed to Skye.
   “I can tell by your expression, that to me, you've no affection…”  Fun Timey moaned unhappily.
   “Well, if you stop being the Mad Rhyme-ster, maybe I will have some!” Jim Grim said, rolling his eyes.
   “Okay dokay! I'm a non-rhyming bloke-ay!” Fun Timey jumped up happily.
   “AAARGH!!"


I hope you enjoyed this! ENJOOOY! OR ELSEE!

[Mr. Teatime]

w00t. That was...insanity. The good kind of insanity. I refuse to wait any longer for the rest! Rawr!!!!11!!1!!11!one...one one...one

one one/one

or

11/1 (which is a good score)

[HomeStarRunnerTron]

Unchapter 5- Whaddya Know, Haddiman? *

*Regular Haddiman intro starts up, Homsar comes through the door, stops in front of you*

Children: Whaddya know, Haddiman?

*switches to montage*

Singers: We'll have an adventure, and several long trips, we'll meet some new friends and maybe get a bite to eeeaaat. All cuz we saaaay!

Children: Whaddya know, Haddiman?

Homsar: I've got dancing duty in the sewage store next millisecond the sun sets in the eaast. DuAaAaAh! *Homsar's hat flips over making weird sounds and lands on the camera making a large BLONG noise. The camera zooms into the hat, where Homsar is standing in it with a wand in his hand, and a chef hat on his head*

Homsar: This sit-choo-a-shee-un (subtitles on the bottom read "situation.") would be birdsfull more funky if I had some cloth material saAaying, "Kiss The Magician". - BUT I DON'T!

*ba-dung-TING!*

Children: Hahahahaha!

*Homsar tips his hat two times, it drops to the floor, and Marzipan falls out of it*

Homsar: As you little laAambs all know, it's sharing time over at the Applebees convention.. and we have a VERY semi-special narrator, Christina Spears!

Marzipan: What the- how did I get here? Homestar, whatever the reason of this, I'm breaking up with- *pause, looks at Homsar* .. Homsar? .. I knew you were a genie, but where in the world IS this? The... inside of your.. lamp? ... and it's not Christina SPEARS, it's Agui-

Homsar: Now, Vanessa C.! Time to stand straight up and show your sums!

Marzipan: Sums? ... well, here's a really long one I found laying around Strong Sad's desk...
*shows a long long list of numbers, finally, it ends with it equaling to "The Color Of Infinity Inside An Empty Glass"*

Homsar: Uh oh, Hillary D.'s gone crazy, kids!

Marzipan: Me? Crazy? *looks at Homsar questioningly* Aren't you the crazy one?

Homsar: And you know where all crazy psychic Raven SiIiIiMOONES go!

Children: The timeout table!

Marzipan: Excuse me?

*Homsar throws his wand in the air*

Homsar: AlakaAaBLONG! *Homsar throws the wand in the air and eats it, Marzipan's suddenly in a large cup of coffee*

Homsar: Momma, take good care of him!

Marzipan: *looks around, sees the Stave It Off Guy (SIOG) in the cup as well* Time-out table, too?

SIOG: Stave it off... one two three, and now you can count to three... stave it off, one two th-

*switches back to Homsar*

Homsar: That's the 42th time he's sung that, he's finally on his roll!

*Homsar drops into the floor, and falls down onto the plain white backdrop*

Homsar: Now kids, it's time for our adventure... but first, our several long trips!

*kids gasp*

Homsar: Du-IiI know! What a switchin' changeroo... it's usually right side up!

Marzipan: *from in his hat* You mean the other way around?

*Homsar gets angry eyes*

Homsar: Du-I say what I say! Now triple hush to the .000000001'th power!

Marzipan: Isn't that kinda low on power?

Homsar: *angrily, and forcefully* DUAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

Marzipan: Note to self: Never argue with a person's lack of making sense. *singing* Yeah-yeah!

Homsar: Now, climb aboard the gravy train, I've got my best foot flowered! *Homsar kicks off his shoe to reveal a bunch of daisies and violets, etc.*

*Marzipan pops out of his hat, she sits ontop of his head*

Marzipan: I always wondered what he meant by that. Are those violets from the garden by my patio?

Homsar: Uhh... err... DuAaAaAh! Sure beats breaking up with me!

*switches to montage of kids and Homsar sailing to an island, on a train.. yes, SAILING on a TRAIN*

Homsar: Now, kids, during our several long trips, lets reciiite our mathemacatatic medication!

Kids: A B C. *all the words appear on the orange* Yay!!

Homsar: You guys sure have it easy, I'm got to recite the two times table.

Kids: We'll help!

Homsar: Aw you guys, you're real state troopers. Incredibles.

Homsar: Cheerleader, you ready to come out?

Marzipan: Ooookay...

Homsar: Give her hand, let her sing! Encore her three times for to get straight your things!

Kids: Encore, encore ENCORE!!

One Kid: Apple core!

Homsar: Baltimore.

One Kid: .. Who's your friend?

Homsar: Baltimore.

One Kid: Where does Baltimore live?

Homsar: The world may never know.

One Kid: *sigh* That means I can't throw the apple at anyone! That's no fair...

*Another Kid smashes the apple into One Kid's face*

Another Kid: There, ya happy?

Homsar: Nessy, sing your hair out!

Marzipan: Fine, but I'm gonna get paid for this.

Homsar: As your wishin commands, tootie.

Marzipan: *singing*

Let's recite our tables of TIME,
how about 2 times two? *the equation appears, "2 x 2 = 4"*

Kids: Equals Bubs! *Bubs appears where 4 did*

Marzipan: You might say.

Bubs: Hot time!

Marzipan: He might say. But the real thing is through... adding 2.. plus 2. That's FOUR knocks before you answer the door. And on the other side, your buddy's got a Commodore... 64. Iiii immmploooooreee-

Stave it Off Guy: Stave it off. 2 plus 2. It's 4, through and through.

Homsar: That's a real popular song, who wants to hear of it 50 million times more?

Marzipan: What?! Are you BA-BLATHER-NANAS?! That's not humanly possible!

Homsar: Du-well, we're not exactly humans.

Marzipan: Good point... hey, wait a sec-

Homsar: We're at our island, now let's have our adventure!

Marzipan: Wow, this looks like a perfect place to look for marine life for future scientific findings!

Homsar: I'm terribly down-in-the-loom, but you gonn' have tah stay baack.

Marzipan: What, why?

Homsar: TAH- Timeout Table!

*Marzipan is suddenly poofed into the cup again*

Marzipan: Why are you here, anyways?

SIOG: Stave it off, one two thre-

*Marzipan takes Carol and hits SIOG on the head*

Homsar: Make his recitation at aboot... 42 times! ... and a quarter! ... and... dime.

*fade to Homsar and the kids walking around the island*

Homsar: Climb aboard the Hombuggy! *puts out his... nothing hand, and shows the kids a big eggplant with wheels duct taped onto it. Angelic Choir is heard praising it.* Buggy sold seperately! And Hom!

Kids: Yay! *they all climb on, the wheels fall off*

Homsar: Oh no, we're trapped in the middle of the fire swamp!

One Kid: Who shall save us from the "ROUSes"?

Another Kid: Nah, them coming from us now with not a speckle of blood out of our bodies is "inconcieveable".

Yet Another Different Kid: *reading The Princess Bride* Quiet, I'm reading a "good book".

No, Not the Same Kid: *holding up a chocolate coated miracle pill* Well, I'm taking my "medicine"-

Marzipan: Fried fiddleferns, stop with the unnecessary references!

*Marzipan is jumping around in the cup, shifting it closer to the Hombuggy.*

Marzipan: Anyway, you haven't even gone a block down the road.

*zooms out, the boat is just a few steps away*

Kids: We're saved!
Homsar: (at the same time) We're STAVED!

Homsar: You deserve the special honor of them Haddimen! Scouts?

Kids: Whaddya Deserve, Marzipan?

*Homsar snaps his non existant fingers, and Marzipan has an eggplant on his head*

Marzipan: ... ooh... an eggplant. I'll have it with my iceberg lettuce, thanks!

Homsar: It’s a spoon!

Marzipan: EGG-PLANT.

Homsar: spoon!

Marzipan: EGGPLANT!

Homsar: ... Now, let's all sing our closing happy song!

Singers from the themesong: We had an adventure, and several long trips. We met some new friends but didn't get a bite to eat. All cuz we saaaaid!

Kids: Whaddya know, haddiman?

Homsar: DuAaAaAh! *zooms into his mouth, black*

[ACPigeon]

Lol. I find the word "changeroo" to be very hilarious. I'm not sure why, but it cracks me up everytime I read it/say it out loud, for curiosity purposes.

But enough about that. Awesome unchapter!

[HomeStarRunnerTron]

BOO! BWAHAHAHHAH! I scared you! Sorry for the long time of no stuff and stuff. More than seven months! But I'm finally back in bweeznass.

Updates: I've revised and edited all chapters and unchapters. Soon 2 Unchapters and at least 1 Chapter will be coming out... and if Chapter 9 don't come out during 10/12- you're free to stuff my head full of bread and peaches and sell me at a food market.

-Aych Ess Arr Tee

[HomeStarRunnerTron]

Sorry boot the delay! This chapter is like 3 chapters in one!

Choose-Your-Own-Adventure Chapter 9- Headaches:

   "Skye, you okay?"

   ...

   "Helloooooo?!" Peaches waved in his face as Skye gained consciousness. "Skye laying on the floor that was somewhat in pain? ... that may be in need of a nice ol' sandwich?"
   "What? Sandwich? ... what am I doing on the floor anyways?" Skye asked, standing up on the 16-bit world, and brushing off some 16-bit dirt.
   "Well, if I'm correct, which I always am..." Peaches pointed out in a 16-bit professor-like way. "You just collapsed on the floor screaming Pom Pom! ... and asking for a sandwich! And let me tell ya, we've got a variety of sandwiches down here at ground-level! Not like there's any variety of sandwiches near sky and cloud level anyway. Actually, now that I come to think of it..."
   "fhjkslsdds, fhjkslsdds! FHJKSLSDDS! FHJKSLSDDS!! FHJKSLSDDS!!!" Bready alerted Peaches, which probably meant something like, "Hurry, sandwich getting cold! NO GOOD COLD! COLD SANDWICH!! COLD SANDWICH!!!"
   "Oh no! Sorry about that. You're very proud of your punctuation aren't ya?" Peaches turned to Skye. "And we'll just whip up a nice nostalgic Pomwich. … I don’t know exactly what’s so Pom-y about it. But it’s a Pomwich none-the-less."
   “Errr… thank you… I think.” Skye said, holding the Pomwich, looking it over. What HAD just happened, anyhow? He'd been on the floor... and… then what? Peaches was right… it had something to do with Pom Pom... ow, he had a whopping headache. Well, it'd have to wait. Rather Evil could catch up and get everything in the next few minutes. Getting to Trogdor was the only way of escaping this game, and who knows if restarts were available?
   "Okay, people!" YelloDello shouted over the blare of forum members conversing. "Teatime will take over as boss, he being the Peasant's Quest know-it-all."
   "You mean he's the L33ter?" Jim Grim grimmed- er- grinned ear to ear.
   "OH, don't start that again..." YelloDello groaned, then turned to Teatime. "So, whatcha wanna do?"
   "..." Teatime just stood up there, not exactly sure what to say. "Well. Yeah. Let's... just... go. ... MOVE IT!"
   "I like to move it!" Two Time Stu told the randomly selected forum member from behind him.
   "MOVE IT!" Teatime commanded.
   Everyone started down their paths... and this the PERFECT, if not only time to split up the different stories into little clickable choosable parts…
   Now... which path shall ye take? Jim Grim and Fun Timey getting the belt... or Bready and Peaches getting the robe? ... or are you so wishy-washy you can't decide and will probably choose both? Heh, well... you can decide! ... or stand there blankly wondering which to choose.

P, B and B?- Raising A Baby

Grim Rhymes- Killing the Kerrek

The 3rd Choice

And what does this all teach us? Let's just say that supporting characters, especially the comic relief, aren't meant to do a whole chapter, let alone a story. George, if you're listening to this, FORGET about making R2D2 and C3PO's Amazing Adventures In Space! It'll never work!

No matter how many brain cells you suffered while reading, I hope you enjoyed in some matter of way.
-HSRT

[neowhyachi]

Another great chapter Skye.   Just like those old CHoose your own adventures from my childhood......except insane. Keep up the good work.

[ChocolateMetal]

Yay! I loved the third option, with JelloDello.

(Dang these floaty googly eyes, always getting in the way...)

[HomeStarRunnerTron]

Unchapter 6- The Criminal Projective (I'm soooo sorry, I just cannot help myself. I have too many ideas, and they're not big enough for a real story, so I'm doing um all here)

*totally black for a straight minute*

SB: I don't see anything!

Strong Sad: Take off the lenscap...

*the camera lens is removed*

SB: Oh ho ho hoh! Look who thinks he's the Clever... Oversized Lump Of Last Month's College Tuna Casserole. Seriously though, that stuff is still in the fridge.

Strong Sad: *cam pulls to them* Are you sure it still is?

*suddenly, the screen goes all 3D, the screen says Put Glasses On*

*Strong Bad throws a container filled with tuna casserole at the screen*

Strong Bad: I guess not, now it's on your face! HAHAHAHAH!!!

*a folder paper is pulled up by the Cheat reading in badly done marker, “Dangeresque 3- The Criminal Projective in 3-D!” Not in 3D. Strong Bad starts scatting but suddenly stops*

Strong Bad: Wait! Wait! UGH! The Cheat, put down that paper, and put up the other one I threatened out of Strong Sad with more leftover casserole!

The Cheat: Meneh manah man mehnah mah!!

*pulls up a really, really cool one, reminiscent of the Spy Kids 3D title.*

Strong Bad: DUN DAH DAH DAH DAAAAAH!! … duh duh duh.

*fades out*

*fades in, it says, “Glasses Off”*

*Dangeresque is fake driving the car, and is currently focusing on the road*

Dangeresque (narrator): It’s a dangerous world out there, full of things nobody wants to see, deal, or be with. Things like Dangeresque Too definitely acquire that title.

Dangeresque, Too: Hey, Strong Bad, how’we you not moving youw lips.

Dangeresque (narrator): Dangeresque, Too is my partner. He’s been ever since he mysteriously appeared at our doorsteps. He always seemed to know the most about what’s going on, so we kept him in our business. But he’s always been a little stupid… I’m the one who picks up the slack. We’ve got a dangerous world, so the world calls… *zooms in on his face* Dangeresque.

Dangeresque, Too: No, sewiously, Strong Bad. You’we freakin’ me out.

Dangeresque: *in a high wavering crackly voice* RIIIING!! RIIINGG!! *talks in his regular voice* Oh, it’s my car phone. Do you think you could pick it up, Dangeresque, Too? I’m too busy with my swift car moves and I’m about to fly over this dangerous ramp, do a 180 then land safely without falling into the lava pit put there for reasons unbeknownst to me.

Dangeresque, Too: *in monotonous tone* Oh… okay… Dangeresque. I’ll go… get that… for you.

*jerkily switches to a badly made ramp and a large hole marked, “Lava Pit” with a sign perched next to it*

*the car he’s riding is about to ride over the ramp when the scene jumps and suddenly, Strong Sad is there with a paper sack over his head reading, “Ramp-style object”*

*the car rides over Strong Sad*

Strong Sad: … Well, that was unpleasant.

*skitters quickly to Strong Mad throwing the car into the sky then it flips to a scene of the car flying into the sky, and then a few seconds, jumps to Strong Sad posing as the car, screaming*

Dangeresque and Dangeresque, Too (ontop of Strong Sad): Weeeeeeee.

*the “car” drops, you can hear a splat*

Strong Sad: Where’d you get all the casserole to fit the pit?!

Dangeresque: A-

*switch to Dangeresque and Dangeresque, Too on the Strong Sad car, which is rapidly sinking into the pit*

Dangeresque: Oh NO! EVACUATE! EVACUATE!

Dangeresque, Too: We can't.

Dangeresque: *stares at Dangeresque, Too for a long time, then says monotonously* ... why... not...

Dangeresque, Too: We don't have an evacuation button. Plain and simple. Thewe's not even a plain ol' vacuation button.

Dangeresque: HOMESTAR MI-

*suddenly jerks to Bubs with a monacle looking skyward, throwing a lighter into the pit, you see a large fire. Then Bubs throws in nitroglycerine, you see a large fire again. Bubs takes a flamethrower and completely incinerates the area surround the pit*

Bubs: They'll never know it was me! Laughs maniacally.

*walks away*

*shows all the evidence he left behind, the flame thrower with the name, "Doctor Teeth" attached to it, and a receipt for nitroglycerine and a BMW lighter with his name signed.*

SB voice: Dun-a-nuuuuhhh...

*jerks to Dangeresque wrapped from head to toe in toilet paper. Dangeresque Too is wearing a tin foil shirt*

Dangeresque: *monotonously* Well... we got out of that... mess. Whoever did it was very discreet. A master of concealment. I was seriously incinerated by the burning flame of gasoline. I'll been injured seriously for the rest of my life. You, however, came out with a cool cyborg body. *long pause* I will now take out my misery on your metal body.

*jerks to Homsar in Homestar's place*

*jerks to Senor Cardgage in Homsar's place*

*jerks to Strong Sad in Senor Cardgage's place*

*Dangeresque punches Strong Sad and flings him off stage*

Strong Sad: I would say it was a thrill flying through the air, but the way I got there wasn't very pleasant, and the way it ended with me bouncing my head against the wall was even worse.

Dangeresque: Ah-

*jerks to Dangeresque no longer toilet papered, but with a piece of toilet paper on one of his shoes. He is standing with Renaldo in his office*

Dangeresque: Renaldo, I fear I've lost my touch in my awesome dangeresque skills. I mean, I always could do that ramp trick with the pit of lava, but this time, I fell in, and got taken advantage of by a bad guy. That is bad.

Renaldo: I fear it too! So, I'm-a gonna have tah deemoot ya.

Dangeresque: What?

Renaldo: DaMORT ya!

Dangeresque: Uh?

Renaldo: DEHMOOHHHAAAATTAAA!!!

Dangeresque: Dehmoohata? NO!! NEVER!!

Renaldo: Oh. I meant Demote.

Dangeresque: Oh, that's good. ... wait, DEMOTE?! But, Renaldo! My job!

Renaldo: Yer jaerble's gonna have to be let down. Yer slowin' down, Dangeresque. S' fer yer own gerrrd.

Dangeresque: ... fine... Renaldo.... bye.

*closes the door on Renaldo*

Renaldo: *reads the script* Renaldo sighs and starts to sip his cocoa. Mm! Cocoa! Is it real cocoa? *drinks the mug next to him, and spits out casserole* WAAAGGHHHCASSEROLEINMYCOCOAAAOHNOOOOO!!!

*jerks to Dangeresque sitting on a bench*

Dangeresque: Well, I guess this is it. No more Dangeresque.

Dangeresque: ... *calls off to the left* Well, I guess this is it. No more Dangeresque!!

Dangeresque Too (offstage): I agweee!

Dangeresque: No, man. CELLPHONE!

Dangeresque Too (offstage): Oh, wight. ... CELLPHONE!

Dangeresque: ... *falls off the bench*

*jerks to Dangeresque sitting on the bench again*

*you hear the cell phone*

Dangeresque: Oh! My brand new fangled cell phone with multiple screens and video transfer and AIM and internet service above the abilities of anything available on the market! I better answer it.

Dangeresque, Too (from phone): Strong Bah, I need some fish.

Dangeresque: I think you've got a wrong number bye.

*clips it shut and opens it again*

Dangeresque, Too (from phone): Dangewesque. You've got a new mission. We have discovewed the identity of the man who sabotaged the caw.

Dangeresque: Me? But I'm demoted.

Dangeresque, Too (from phone): This is youw scowe to settle. Meet me at the Fluffy Puffowium.

Dangeresque: Okay. I will. Right now. ... *stands up slowly*

*Dangeresque falls backwards*

Dangeresque: ... ow.

*jerks to Dangeresque at the Fluffy Pufforium, with Dangeresque, Too*

Dangeresque: So, what's this case all about?

Dangeresque, Too: Doctow Teeth seems to have been the culpwit of this. He's the exact same pewson who thwew the explosives in the pit. But now, he's kidnapped CUTESY BUTTONS!!

Dangeresque: CUTESY BUTTONS?!

Dangeresque, Too: Cutesy buttons.

Dangeresque: CUTESY BUTTONS?! THE ONE I SAVE ONCE EVERY DAY?!

Dangeresque, Too: Yes, YES! That Cutesy Buttons. Who has absolutely no button welevance whatsoevew.

Dangeresque: We gotta save her! But where is she?

Dangeresque, Too: That's the weiwd pawt. We had them both twacked, but then ouw scannews went blank.

Dangeresque: ... well, then what am I... supposed to do?

Dangeresque, Too: The twuth will be revealed, when you put on these red and blue glasses.

Dangeresque: Oh, awesome. A plot device. … I mean, give them to me.

Dangeresque, Too: Suwe.

Dangeresque: *puts on the glasses* Thanks, Dangeresque, Too- whigity whaA?

*words appear saying, “Put Glasses On”*

*Dangeresque, Too is nowhere to be found*

Dangeresque (voice): Dun-ananaaaa!!

Dangeresque: He’s gone!! *puts his glove in front of the camera as it pops out*

*Dangeresque, Too comes back, with a platter of marshmallows*

Dangeresque, Too: Oh, hey. I owdewed the mawshmallows!!! *pushes marshmallows into the screen*

Dangeresque: Well, I gotta solve the case… so I guess I’m gonna have to jump!!

*jerks to Strong Sad with the standard Paper Sack With Strong Bad’s face scribbled on it*

Strong Sad: AAAAAAHH! *falls into a well, as the well pops out at the screen*

*jerks to Dangeresque climbing out of it*

Dangeresque: Well, that was excruciatingly painful.

Strong Sad: You got that right.

Dangeresque: I feel like these glasses have sent me to a different dimension of reality. Maybe Cutesy Buttons is here somewhere… how about over… HEREE!! *points into the camera* No… how about… theree!! *points into the camera again* … no… *walks off screen*

*suddenly, you see Dangeresque and Dr. Teeth together*

Dangeresque: Doctah TEETH.

Dr. Teeth: Golden teeth, and golden tones. Welcome to my presence…

Dangeresque: You’ve got Cutesy Buttons hostage, and shown here in my totally realistic police sketch. *pushes badly drawn picture of Cutesy Buttons into the camera*

Dr. Teeth: Well, I’m not giving her back. She’s all mine! Here, you can have this pie! *throws pie into the screen*

Dangeresque: NO! NOT A PIE! But I’ve got Cutesy Button’s box of heart shaped chocolates! *pushes it into the screen* They will defend me and help me forever because of her love towards Dangeresque!

*takes a chocolate, pushes it into the screen*

Dangeresque: MACADAMIA NUT! MY FAVORITE! *eats it*

Dangeresque: Power surging through abs… I am… DANGEROUS DANGERESQUE!!!

Dr. Teeth: OH NO!!! But I’ve still got a chance at getting away! *takes lever pulls it down, protruding it into the camera*

Dangerous Dangeresque: Oh, no you don’t! *pushes a fist into the camera, and then it jerks to Dr. Teeth flying into the camera*

Dangerous Dangeresque: That’s what you get for messing with Dangeresque! Make that… DANGEROUS Dangeresque.

*DD reverts to Dangeresque*

Cutesy Buttons: Oh, Dangeresque! Thank you for saving me!

Dangeresque: No problem!

Cutesy Buttons: But where’s Dangeresque, Too?

Dangeresque: Oh no! I left him at the Fluffy Pufforium!

Cutesy Buttons: We gotta go in that direction! *leans in a direction, looking as though trying to point*

Dangeresque: … uh… Marzipan, you don’t have any hands.

Cutesy Buttons: Oh, right. Oops.

Dangeresque: I’ll do the pointing. *points into the camera*

*runs off to the Fluffy Pufforium*

*jerks to a bunch of scrap wood where the Fluffy Pufforium should be, a giant Dangeresque, Too stomping out of it*

Dangeresque: OH NO! DANGERESQUE, TOO!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

Dangeresque, Too: Mwahaha. Dangewesque, nice to see you back.

Dangeresque: DANGERESQUE, TOO! YOU WERE ON OUR SIDE! COME BACK! IT’S NOT TOO LATE!

Dangeresque, Too: Mwahaha. Pitiful Dangewesque, you thought I was on the good guy side? I’ve been on the Criminal side ever since they created me. I’m a wobot, Dangewesque. I always had this body, but when Dr. Teeth blew up the caw, it wevealed it. I’ve been Dr. Teeth’s pwoject for quite some time, and I’ve been filled on all of the villain’s schemes. Hence the fact I know evewything. I just gave you those glasses because it completed the plan. It was the only way I could finish world domination fow my good doctow. You see, those glasses both activated my systems, and would also allow me to take all your powers away! Those awen’t cool shaded 3-D glasses…

*suddenly, Dangeresque is Strong Sad with nerd glasses*

Dangeresque, Too: Those wewe cool suckews! HAAHAHHAAH!!! ... that means they suck all cool away. And now that my plan is complete, I can weveal myself fow what I twuly am…

*Dangeresque, Too is suddenly covered in tin foil from head to toe*

Dangeresque, Too: I am… THE CWIMINAL PWOJECTIVE!!!

Cutesy Buttons: OH NO, DANGERESQUE! WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU?

Criminal Projective: *puts his foot into the cam*

Cutesy Buttons: AAH!!!

Strong Sad: CUTESY BUTTONS!

*suddenly, Strong Sad jerks back to Dangeresque, and holds the foot off*

Criminal Projective: NO! IT CAN’T BE POSSIBLE!

Dangeresque: Don’t. Harm. Cutesy Buttons.

*throws Criminal Projective off screen*

Criminal Projective: NO! MY POWEWS! THEY’WE FADING FAST! HOW CAN IT BE POSSIBLE?!!!

Dangeresque: Don’t worry, Cutesy Buttons. You’re okay… well, looks like my work here is done.

Renaldo: Oh, no it’s not! *Renaldo walks on* Dangeresque, that was amazing work on that case! You’re rehired! Sorry about all that. That sure was dangerous!

Dangeresque: … dangerous? … no… Dangeresque.

Renaldo: Oh, right. That’s correct!

Dangeresque: Well, you know what all this means.

Renaldo: … no, no not really.

Dangeresque: Oh! … well, I gotta jump.

Renaldo: You don’t want to join us for the Dangeresque party?

Dangeresque: Sorry, chief. But there’s more evil out there in the world needing to be stopped. And when it’s dangeresque… it’s dangerous.

Renaldo: … I think you got it switched up.

*Dangeresque lunges at Renaldo, and it jerks to Strong Sad as Dangeresque pummels onto him*

--THE END--

[ChocolateMetal]

Super-awesome unchapter! The Chaps could hardly do better!