Broternal Order Of Different Helmets/Poofers' Revenge

Miffa miffa meeka moo!

When Mr. Poofers escapes Homestar's imagination and takes over the world, Grindolo's team, the BODH and Old Man Rootbeer have to stop him once and for all!

The following transcript has not been formatted. {Open to a black screen. Ominous music plays. White text fades in, reading:} November 1, 2018 {And below it:} Day 1 of the Poofers Age {The text fades out. Fade in to a panning shot of the Field in chaos. The sky is orange, and garbage and fires are everywhere. The citizens of Free Country, USA are dirty and dressed as prisoners. Some are chained to cannonballs, or strike at rocks with pickaxes. Some are fighting others, and explosions can be seen in the background.} {voiceover} Helmet log. Day 1. It is a time of desolation, chaos, and uncertainty. Ever since Mr. Poofers became our dark overlord... nothing has been the same. {voiceover} Betrayal. Loss. No cheese pizzas. Slight inconvenience. {voiceover} The Pooferites and Antipimeconists are stuck in an unending war, with us trapped in the middle of it. {voiceover} Anyone who dares to disobey the dark overlord's demands is executed, or worse. {voiceover} Every business has been turned into a pimecone farm. Those who refuse are turned into slaves, despite the fact that everyone is. {voiceover} Unfree Country, Pooferia has been deprived of all freedom and order. The nation is divided, and the government is no more. {voiceover} One thing is for sure... Mr. Poofers must die. {A Mr. Poofers Must Die-style title card appears, with the same music, reading "Poofers' Revenge"} {Fade to black, then we see more white text that reads:} October 31, 2018 {And below it:} The Final Hours of Freedom {Fade to the exterior of the Pillquarters, which is painted orange and black as usual during Halloween.} And it's been numb ever since. {Cut to the interior, where everyone but Homestar is in their costumes.} as Upchuck from Ben 10: Excellent anecdote, as usual, Garbles. as Randall from Monsters Inc.: I do my best. Hey, glasses me, I really like your Bootleg Drew Carrey costume. as Steven Page from Barenaked Ladies: Can't you save that for later? Sorry, force of habitat. OH, CRAP! I forgot my plans! Your what now? Quick! What day it is? Uh... today's Wednesday, right? Yep. Wednesday. All right. So that means today is... {takes out a calendar and looks at it} Wednesday, November 7th. Thanks, tinym'n! See you next week! I gotta go dress up as Deeerk the Daring. {leaves} It's not November 7th. It's Halloween. Oh man! I just totally gave him the wrong date. Think I should tell him? Nah, he'll figure it out. I'm sure it won't cause any problems. {Cut to black, where we see yet another set of white text that reads:} A little while later... {Cut to the gang in Marzipan's house} All hail Mr. Poofers. SB undefined  SS undefined     Miffa miffa meeka moo! {Cut to Mr. Poofers slowly rising out of the house as the toon's theme plays. Cut to the BODH watching.} Did you just see that? A cloud with legs just rose up out of Marzipan's house! {exits the house} I'm afraid I've got some bad news, boys. Our new dark overlord, Mr. Poofers, demands you sacrifice all your pimecones to him. Mr. Who-fers? You mean that dog that was forced to dress up as you that one year? No, no, this is a completely different Mr. Poofers. It's a long story. You see, I wanted to kill him off so it would be a top-notch 4-and-a-half-stars-with-over-600-reviews-quality ghost story... but I couldn't, so now he rules over us all. That doesn't make sen— Pimecones, I said. Hand 'em over. Look, we don't have pinecones, we don't need pinecones, and we don't have to show you any stinkin' pinecones!!! Well, I'm sorry, my friends. Mr. Poofers has ordered your execution. WHAT?! Just because we didn't have pinecones?! Precisely. Unless... Unless what? Unless you all become his slaves for life, and spend the rest of your days mining for pimecones. You know what, that doesn't sound too bad. I could use the money. 'Cept you have to give all your money to Mr. Poofers. Oh. Look, nothing you do or say is gonna convince us to bow down to this "Mr. Poopypuff" guy. Besides, I'm pretty sure he doesn't even exist! {Mr. Poofers leaps out of Homestar's mind, gritting his teeth} He is now. Goodness gravy! What is that thing? That is Mr. Poofers. You will bow down to Mr. Poofers. {They bow down to Mr. Poofers} ALL: All hail Mr. Poofers. Very good. Now get to pimecone farmin'! {Cut to black, where we see, you guessed it, white text that reads:} November 1, 2018

{And below it:}

Where We Were Earlier {Cut to the BODH in the Pooferized Field, wearing ratty, torn prison outfits, chained to cannonballs, collecting pimecones} Why oh why did Homestar ever invent Mr. Poofers? What I wanna know is when he made him. {Cut to that black screen} October 30, 2018 {And below it:} Yet another time jump {Cut to Homestar writing in his Plan Thing} October 30th... ride a wildebeest through the Himalayas. October 31st... hmm... what should I do this Halloween? {Offscreen and echoey} Miffa miifa meeka moo! Not this again! Stupid ethereal voice saying funny talk. How long has this been happening again? {Black screen} November 6, 2006 {And below it:} Are you serious, we just had one! {Cut to Homestar in Strong Bad's bedroom laying down on the laundry pile.} {Sigh.} I'm bored... I'M BORED! SB undefined {Offscreen} Ohh. More animal cruelty. Take that lampshade off Mr. Poofers! {Zoom in on Homestar as his eyes widen.} SB undefined {Echoey} Poofers. {Zoom in further} SB undefined {Echoey} Poofers. {Zoom in further} SB undefined {Echoey} Poofers. {Offscreen and echoey} Miffa miifa meeka moo! {Black screen} November 1, 2018 {And below it:} Don't worry, this is the last one for now. Wait a second... this is all Strong Bad's fault!. SB undefined What? It’s not my fault everything I make a quick sarcastic joke about yet again becomes hellbent on conquering reality! He’s right. We gotta find the source of all the random things becoming reality... We need to do some research. {starts typing at his computer} Say Strong Bad, wherescome you get your ideas? SB undefined I dunno. They just kinda... happen. We need to dig deeper into this bizarre phenomenon. We must quest... INSIDE STRONG BAD'S BRAIN! SB undefined Wait, what? Ew, no. It's all gross and moist in there. It's fine. I used to be in there, remember? SB undefined Oh yeah, I forgot I made you up. So, Greg, since you came from Strong Bad's brain... think you can go back in there? Yeah, you can use your blinking powers! My blinks can only do drum solos, remember? I can't teleport with my eyelids. But perhaps you can. With enough precision and force, your blink could cause an atomic reaction, sending our molecules into the dimension of Strong Bad's mind. All right, I'll give it a try. {blinks} {Cut to the BODH inside of a brain-like place, wearing their Halloween costumes} It's emptier than I woulda thought. Whoa, look at all these ideas! Should we go in the Teen Girl Squad section? Or through the Trogdor door? Or Sweet Cuppin' Cakes Land? Not now! We need to find the source of Strong Bad's ideas, and how they manifest into reality. Ah, here it is! The idea factory. Let's take a look inside, shalls we? (Honstlar opens the door, revealing a futuristic room filled with computers.) What are all these computers for? I'll check! {goes to one of the computers} Whoa. This desktop has way too many files. Ooh! This one is labeled "01132002-drgn.ide". {click} {Trogdor appears on the screen, one piece at a time, constantly changing and adjusting itself until it becomes the Trogdor we all know today} Hey, it's that dinosaur man Trogort! These computers must be how Strong Bad comes up with his creations! {Cut to the real world. Strong Bad is using a pickaxe on a pile of pinecones.} How many pimecomes you got? SB undefined Er... 97,256. Gasp and several more gasps! You're behind schedule! Poofers demands his meals! {walks away} SB undefined Man... I miss the good old days. I can almost remember checking emails... "Dear Strongbad, what if you were a lizard? What would you look like? Sincerely, Tommy Jimjams." Well, Mr. Jimjams, that is one terrible name you have. And "Strong Bad" is two words. {Cut back to his brain} Hey, a new file was just created! "11012018-lzrd.ide". {click} {The computer shows a faint outline of a lizard. The lizard turns red. A Strong Bad face appears on it. The Strong Bad face shifts until it is on the lizard's head. The fleshtangle turns into a lizard mouth, then switches back to a fleshtangle. The lizard grows claws and sharp scales, but its features shift and change constantly. Eventually, the idea finishes generating, and a Strong Bad lizard is shown.} Ohh, I get it! The computer shows Strong Bad's thought process when he comes up with his ideas! But where do the ideas go when they're finished being created? {They look up at pipes on the ceiling. Glowing spots move through the pipes into another room.} Wherever it is, I sure hope it has air conditioning. (The BODH follow the pipe as we cut back to Strong Bad.) SB undefined Maybe one day I'll reunite with the Lappier, and then I can get back to checkin' emails like a tech-savy nightmare demon! Who said you could take a break? GET BACK TO PIME MININ'! SB undefined Okay, okay, don't have a cone, man. (Cut back to the computer where we see that a file marked "11012018-ndmn.ide" has been created.) Guys? What's a ndmn? Click it and see. Obee-kaybee! Click! (We see a complex outline of a humanoid monster, which then becomes dark red. A fleshtangle appears over the mouth area as horns grow from the head. The image finishes processing, leaving behind a disturbing mouthless demon Strong Bad with claws, bat wings, and scales.) What the Hellper’s Little Santa is that thing?!?!? (The demon tears open his flesh area, revealing razor sharp teeth. It then roars.) All: AAAAAHHHHH!!!! (Greg starts mashing the keyboard.) Go away, go away, go away!!!!! Voice: Priority Level Set To Maximum... Uploading File To Third Eye. (A glowing spot speeds off through the pipe.) Geez, and I thought I was the guy who nervously pressed buttons. Wait, Third Eye? Does Strong Bad have one of those? Well, he did say something about a piece of his mind once... That's right! Strong Bad has an eye in his brain! We need to get there! Follow the pipes! {They follow the pipes out of the room, into another area of the brain} There's a door here. It must lead to the eye! {They open it to find dozens of Strong Bad creations} WHOA! So many imaginary things!! What do we do?! Maybe one of them can tell us where the light went. Good idea, let's ask! Hey, pretend guys! Um, what SRMX12 said. {A giant electric guitar with robotic tentacles poofs out of nowhere} GUITAR: You mean those glowing spots in the pipes? Well, that's just the energy of Strong Bad's imagination! The computer collects the data from Strong Bad's ideas, and uses the pipes up to send 'em here to his brain eyeball, where all the fictional ideas dwell! Fascinating. So you're made up? GUITAR: That's right. And how do you guys become... un-made up? How do Strong Bad's ideas manifest into reality? {A rainbow snail comes out of a glowing portal} SNAIL: Once you're in the eyeball, you have the potential to become real at any time. It all depends on the inciting incident. The what? SNAIL: Something has to happen before you become real. A random incident that incites your manifestation in the real world. GUITAR: Why do you ask? We're from the real world. Which a thing from Strong Bad's imagination just took over. STRONG BAD-LIKE EEL WITH SUNGLASSES: Who? Mr. Poofers. ALL IMAGINARY CREATURES: Of course. GUITAR: I never did trust that guy. Is there any way to get him... back into this imagination? NINETEEN-LEGGED SPIDER: 'Fraid not. Once you become real, you're real forever. Then tell us everything you know. Is there any way to defeat him? NINETEEN-LEGGED SPIDER: 'Fraid not. He was imagined as being indestructible. He can't die. It's just not possible. What else do you know? SNAIL: He was always talking about world domination and pinecones. Then, on September 27, 2017, he just... left. That must be when the inciting incident happened. That's all we know. Well, thanks for your help. {Fade to later. A wide shot shows the BODH sitting around a desk in a conference room in front of an idea-filled whiteboard in Strong Bad's mind. They appear deep in thought, but no ideas are coming to them. The camera slowly zooms in as a slow, ominous rendition of the Mr. Poofers theme plays.} September 27, 2017. That was Mr. Poofer's inciting incident. The event that transferred his atomic structure into reality. We should find out what the incident was. What happened September 27? {typing} Let's find out. {his computer dings} Of course! What's of course? Characters from Yonder Website! That toon happened September 27! Something in Yonder Website must've incited the realization! {he skips forward in the cartoon} SB undefined {voiceover; in the cartoon} Maybe if we put them all together, we can create— {a chime plays} Oh! You know what that chime means. {stops the cartoon} THAT'S IT! Strong Bad tried to combine everyone's spice of life. That combination must've created Mr. Poofers! But how do we know that was the incident thing? I mean, that was a year ago, and we haven't seen Mr. Poofers until, like, yesterday. Plus, he came from Homestar's mind, not Strong Bad's, right? That's true. Mr. Poofers must've transferred to Homestar's mind at some point... Wait! I got it! While they were under the influence of Smarty Juice, the minds of Strong Bad and Homestar were linked. The spice combination must've been the inciting incident that manifested the idea within Homestar's mind! So, if the spice combination wasn't the inciting incident that brought him into reality... what was? It's all hypothetical at this point. My guess is when Homestar wrote the idea in his Plan Thing. Yeah, but all those things have already happened. How will this knowledge help us in any way? Don't you see? We have Strong Bad's entire imagination at our disposal. Chances are he's imagined a time machine at some point. All we have to do is find one, go to the past, and stop Strong Bad from thinking of Mr. Poofers! It's not that simple. Mr. Poofers started out as an idea. Our world is powered by ideas. According to the cartoon laws of time travel, preventing an idea essentially removes that idea from existence, causing multiple paradoxes. So that's out of the question. So... what if we time travelled to prevent the inciting incident? Then he'd never manifest in reality! That's not a good option either. If we prevent the inciting incident, all we're doing is delaying the inevitable. He could manifest in reality at any time. But time travel is so cool! Isn't there anything we can do? We can't prevent Mr. Poofers from being created, and we can't kill him or otherwise cause him harm. But, if we were to somehow prevent him from ever manifesting in reality, for the rest of eternity... that could work. And how do you suggest we do that? I'd say we keep him occupied forever, so he never leaves Homestar's mind. Give him an infinite supply of imaginary pimecomes or something. That's not enough to stop him. Imaginary pimecones aren't nearly as tasty as real-life ones. I know this from experience. What about another Mr. Poofers? They'd probably keep trying to kill each other forever. Of course. Immovable force meets unstoppable object. I think you're onto something. If we plant an idea of another Mr. Poofers in Homestar's mind, we'd need to do it at the exact moment the idea was transferred from Strong Bad. That way neither of the Pooferses... Poofi?... would get the chance to leave, and both ideas would be contained within Homestar's subconsious for all eternity. I'm not following. Too much sci-fi jargon. Can anyone explain all this stuff about inciting incidents and ideas and manifesting and whatnot? We're doing an Inception parody with time travel. That's really all you need to know. {Cut back to the real world. Mr. Poofers, wearing a crown, sits in a pillowy throne as his prisoners bring him pimecones. He samples one of them.} MR. POOFERS: Miff. {The guards drag the prisoner away.} PRISONER: No, no, you don't understand! It's a harvested bristlecone from the forests of Pooferite territory! Have you tried it with salt?! Wait! Wait! {fades out} {Zoom out of the castle window. Pan down to an underground military headquarters where a band of rebels with tattered uniforms and headbands are meeting.} FAMILIAR VOICE: Order! Order! I hereby call this meeting of the Antipimeconist Rebellion to order! {Pan to the front of the room to reveal Grindolo, wearing a military bandana and a chain of bullets. His cloak is dirty and scruffy.} I would like to thank you all for coming to this meeting. You have no idea how much it means to have you all putting your lives on the line to help overthrow our dark overlord. Specifically, I'd like to thank Rick, who infiltrated Pooferite territory and returned with the majority of his limbs intact! Don't worry, Rick, I'm sure your right leg will regrow. Or however that works. I'm not an expert on human anatomy. And most of all, I'd like to thank Clancy, who gave his life to retrieve vital information from the Castle of Poofers. His sacrifice will not be forgotten. Onto the news. The Pooferites have taken over 12% of our territory. But on the bright side, three weapons dealers have joined us since our last meeting, restoring our supply of rifles and grenades. And thanks to our spy division, we've confirmed our intel regarding the new pimecone-harvesting decree, so our strategic division is currently figuring out how to prepare. Anyone have any announcements to make? REBEL: Yes, I, uh, snuck past the Pooferite border and found out that they're still searching for our hideout. We have approximately eight days before they find our location. Thank you, Johnson. Now I suppose you're wondering exactly what the point of this meeting is. And the answer is... I have an announcement to make. A good one. You see, our rebellion has some strength in numbers, but on the other hand, you guys aren't particularly powerful or useful in any way. However, I have recruited someone very close to Mr. Poofers. Someone with loads of intel. Our dark overlord's bitter rival. Please extend a warm welcome to our newest recruit... Old Man Rootbeer! {Unenthusiastic cheering from the rebels.} Come on. That was nothing. I want to hear some applause! {Crickets.} Seriously? I spend hours tracking down a valuable asset for our revolution, and this is how you repay me? I've overthrown thousands of planets in my heyday, and I expect— REBEL: Hey, what about the Broternal Order of Different Helmets? What's that? REBEL: You know, Honstlar and all those guys. You said you wanted powerful members, right? I bet they'd overthrow that dog in no time flat. OTHER REBEL: Hey, aren't they the official Kings of Town? And the ones who stopped that lava monster who terrorized our town? And caught Duplicato and the Aminal Mafia? REBEL: Last I heard, they were pimecone collectors for the overlord. They've stopped so many bad guys, they must hate doing Mr. Poofer's dirty work. Why wouldn't they join us? ANOTHER REBEL: Hey, yeah! Let's find the Broternal Order of Different Helmets! ALL: Helmets! Helmets! Helmets! No. No, and that's final. ANOTHER REBEL: Come on. I know you guys have had some scuffles in the past, but... I mean, it wouldn't be hard to convince them, and they'd probably be better than all of us! Listen, boss, I know you hate them, but... this could be our chance to overthrow that stupid canine once and for all. Does anyone know their locations? TECH GUY: Security footage indicates they were last seen at the house of the Brothers Strong. Very well. Pretender, Dando, Cleanser, Rootbeer... you come with me to find Waddler and his gang. The rest of you... do whatever you normally do, I don't care. {Cut to the BODH walking through the hallways of Strong Bad's mind. The Mr. Poofers theme plays.} So, what's the plan? We use Strong Bad's imaginary time machine to travel back to when Mr. Poofers was transferred to Homestar's mind — that is, when they all drank way too much Smarty Juice. Strong Bad's mind will be under the influence of Smarty Juice this time, though, so we have to be careful not to get too far out. We then enter Character 2's mind. Things are gonna get even weirder in there. And that's when we create a new Mr. Poofers, right? Not exactly. You can't just create an idea. An idea has to grow naturally in the person's mind. And that's why, once we're inside Homestar's mind, we travel back in time even further. It doesn't matter how much. A few years should be fine. And then, we plant a shadow of the idea. Not the full idea, just enough for it to grow into the Mr. Poofers we know today. And how do we do that? We'll need to enter someone else's mind, within Homestar's mind. It needs to be someone who won't notice the brain activity we're causing. Someone unobservant. Someone dumb. Ooh! Ooh! Wha' 'bout me? You're exactly who I had in mind. Once inside Homestar's mind, we will find his perception of you, the imaginary Gfd, and enter his mind. We then tell him something about Mr. Poofers. Just a small detail. The idea will grow in imaginary Gfd's mind over the years, so that's when we time travel back to where we were before. At that point, Mr. Poofers should exist fully within imaginary Gfd's mind. We must cause an inciting incident to bring him out of that mind and into Homestar's, and it must be done at the exact moment that Strong Bad transfers his own Mr. Poofers into there. Then there will be two Mr. Poofers, and their powers will cancel each other out, never to be seen in the real world again. How do we escape Gfd's Homestar's Strong Bad's mind in the past? That's the tricky part. To get back to reality, we must have our own inciting incident. Three of them, actually. One to get out of Gfd's mind, one to get out of Homestar's, and one to get out of Strong Bad's. They should all happen more-or-less simultaneously so we aren't detected. Why can't we be detected? Same reason we can't just tell Homestar about Mr. Poofers in the past. The mind has a habit of destroying unfamiliar ideas. That includes us if we let ourselves be noticed. So how's we make these "exciting incidents" happen? We'll leave a few people behind in each layer we enter. They will cause the inciting incidents, one after the other, in rapid succession. What those incidents will be, exactly, I don't know yet. Which is why I've programmed these incident trackers. They locate the nearest exit from the mind. So explain this plan again real quick. Go back in time in Strong Bad's mind. Leave a few people there while we enter Character 2's mind. Go back in time in Homestar's mind. Enter Gfd's mind. Plant the idea. Travel forward in time as it grows. As soon as the other Mr. Poofers shows up, the people in Homestar's mind will help us exit Gfd's mind with the new Mr. Poofers. We leave both Pooferses there, as the people in Strong Bad's mind help us exit Character 2's mind. Then we time travel back to the present and ask Strong Bad to make us real again. This is complicated. Can you explain it one more time? Are you serious? I just explained it as simply as I could! Maybe you could, like, draw a graph or something. Fine. {stops walking and scribbles a graph on a nearby whiteboard} The dots represent people's minds. Red for Strong Bad, blue for Homestar, and green for Gfd. The yellow arrows represent time travelling. The orange arrows represent entering someone else's mind, and the purple is exiting. Does this make sense? https://imgur.com/4Fz0wxY Almost. Perfect. Let's begin. Now where's that time machine? {offscreen} Wait! {Grindolo, the Pretender, Mr. Dando, the Cleanser Geek, and Old Man Rootbeer run onscreen.} {muttering} Ugh. Figures you guys are already doing something about this. You're so annoyingly stubborn that way. Grindolo! How did you find us? Strong Bad told us you were in his mind, so I used my dark magic to teleport myself and my minions here. Well, you won't defeat us this time. And that's because— Whoa whoa whoa. You got me all wrong. I'm not trying to defeat you this time, I swear. As much as I'd like to. {muttering} I'd love to crush your puny, insignificant skull with my bare hands more than anything right now... {speaking} but now is not the time. I've called a truce. Why? I've overheard your plan. I want to h— heh— hhh... h-h-h-heee{chokes} ugh... h—help you. Eighteen heads are better than thirteen, right? But you're a bad guy. Why would you do something good? Mr. Poofers took over the world. That's kinda my thing. So I'm pretty angry. Trapping him in Homestar's mind for all eternity is something I definitely want to help with. I'm in. Great! But only on the condition that you don't try to kill me ever again. Uh... {crossing his fingers behind his back} sure. I promise. Now, as I was saying... where's that time machine? {Black screen.} September 27, 2017 {And below it:} Hey, it's been a while since we had one of these. {Cut to the basement of the Brothers Strong, where everyone is hallucinating. Bottles of Smarty Juice litter the room. Zoom into Strong Bad's head, and into Yonder Website. An imaginary time machine appears, and the BODH and B-Team step out.} Great. We're in Yonder Website again. Not just Yonder Website. Strong Bad's mental vision of Yonder Website. Here's where we can find a link to Homestar's mind. That sounds far out. Pardon? I said, that sounds good. That's not what you said. You said something more far out than that's right. DAHHH! The effects of the Smarty Juice are affecting Strong Bad's mind, and we're in Strong Bad's mind! We have to find Character 2 fast! SB undefined {voiceover in the distance} I think that's inordinate enough. Hey, I heard the narrator! That must be where Character 2 is! Let's get over there before we start baybobaybo-ing! Did you... mean to say that? Say what? Nothing. We need to hurry. {EDITED Video Greg poofs into his Yonder counterpart.} Tabletabletabletable. NO!! Greg! You have to fight the— {poof} Beediddledaddlediddlydaow. {Everyone else except Grindolo poofs into Yonder Website style.} ALL: {overlapping gibberish} {sigh} Amateurs. Let me show you how it's done. {He casts a spell over the BODH, turning them back to normal.} Hey, thanks! Who knew bringing an ancient vengeful spirit who wants to kill me would come in handy? Are you kidding me? I'm the Grindolo! Handy is my middle name! No, Handy is my brother's name. You have a brother named Handy? That name is almost as dumb as Honstlar. They're family names! {Honstlar tackles Grindolo and they start wrestling.} Stop, you guys! We'll have to get along if we want to get rid of Mr. Poofers. Besides, he's right. Honstlar has four entire consonants in a row. Who puts "nstl" in the middle of a name? {Honstlar tackles Gfd and they start wrestling.} Stop! The dumb hungry one is right. We unfortunately have to get along or Mr. Poofers will reign for— The dumb hungry one? {Gfd tackles Grindolo and they all start wrestling. Everyone joins in to break up the fight.} {offscreen} Hey, what are you guys doing? {Zoom out to reveal Bubs watching the fight.} Bubs? What are you doing here? To be honest, I haven't the faintest clue! I remember something about... spices... and, uh... gumption? Does that make sense, or am I going crazy? You're not crazy. What's going on? I, uh... may have accidentally cast that spell a little too hard. What? I tried to turn you guys back to normal, but, uh... {The background turns into the regular Field.} Well, I turned everything back to normal. Oh. Well, that's a good thing, right? We won't have to deal with all that Yondery stuff. Theoretically, yes, it would be a good thing. But the Smarty Juice is what causes the mental link between them all. Without it— {Bubs disappears.} See? {Cut to the basement of the Brothers Strong. Smarty Juice bottles litter the room. Everyone sits up groggily.} SB undefined Ugh... I was dreaming about... yonder website? Hey, so was I! Were we all dreaming the same dream? SS undefined {enters from left} You guys? {stops} Whaaat is going on in here? Were you guys drinking this— {picks up bottle from couch, squints at label} —"Smarty Juice"? SB undefined Apparently so. Eugh. SS undefined This stuff expired in 2007! It says, side effects include— SB undefined Please don't read it. I don't want to know what happened to my poor brain-eye. {Cut back to the gang inside Strong Bad's mind.} So what's the big deal? We need to enter Homestar's mind, right? Why don't we get Greg to blink us in like he did before? Strong Bad let us enter his mind because we asked. If we ask Homestar the same question, he'll know we're in there, and his subconsious will immediately reject any ideas we plant. What if we blink ourselves in secretly? His subconsious would detect foreign ideas, and immediately destroy us. The Smarty Juice link was our only way to get in discreetly. So we need to get Strong Bad and Homestar to drink more Smarty Juice? That's right. Far out. But how? Well, we're in Strong Bad's mind, so maybe we can influence him somehow. Put on a Smarty Juice commercial or something. {Cut to Strong Bad.} SB undefined I'ma go... check my emails or... something. Whatever I can do to get my mind off this gross Smarty Juice. I'm never drinking that stuff again. {voiceover} Don't be so sure... SB undefined Wait, what was that? {voiceover} Uh, I'm your brain. Drink more Smarty Juice, please. SB undefined No way. {voiceover} But it's so good! And also it creates the mental link we need to transport to Homestar's mind so we can create another Mr. Poofers to cancel out the original. SB undefined What? {voiceover} Just ignore that. SS undefined Who are you talking to? SB undefined I dunno. That expired juice must've fried my brains. I hear a bunch of weirdos up there. {voiceover} Hey, listen. I am a thousand-year-old evil spirit, and if you don't drink Smarty Juice right now, I will possess you. I'll possess you real bad. {voiceover} Yeah! He's going to take over your body and, um... make you do a whole bunch of embarrassing things. Like, he'll make you go to your coworker's house and engage in friendly conversation. It'll be real uncomfortable for everyone involved. SB undefined I've got an ancient spirit in my head? I'm totally still hallucinating. {voiceover} He's not buying it. {voiceover} Good, 'cause I dunno how to possess people anyway. {voiceover} We'll have to resort to plan C. The C is for commercial, of course. {Cut to black.} SB undefined {voiceover} WHAH! What happened? I can't see! I'm... I'm bland! I mean, blind! I'm not bland. I'm, like, the opposite of bland. {voiceover} Shut up and watch this. {Fade in to a refreshing liquid being poured into a bottle.} {voiceover} Soothing... {Fade out. Fade in to a bottle cap being opened. The bottle glistens with drops of condensation.} {voiceover} Refreshing... {Fade out. Fade in to someone drinking the bottle.} {voiceover} Far out. {voiceover} This is what you'll think when you drink a fresh bottle of Smarty Juice. {voiceover} Or even not so fresh. Like, even if it's been expired for ten years, it's still super great. {Fade out. Fade in to a close-up of the bottle.} {voiceover} Smarty Juice. The juice that never grows old. Try it today. {voiceover} We now return to the Reality Show, where actual things really happen. {Cut to Strong Bad as he snaps out of it.} SB undefined Whoa. That was weird. Suddenly I feel the urge to drink more Smarty Juice. {drinks some more} Mmm. Refresh. I'll say! I wouldn't mind some more myself. {drinks} {Suddenly, Strong Bad and Homestar are knocked unconsious. Cut back to Strong Bad's mind, which has turned Yonder Website again.} We did it! We re-established the link to Homestar's mind! I'll blink us in there, and leave a few people behind to help us escape. Perfect. {Greg blinks, and the gang (except for Stom, Rabite, and Mr. Dando) is sucked into Character 2's mind.} CHARACTER 2: Baybo? {Cut to everyone in Homestar's mind. It looks like Yonder Website.} We're inside Homestar's mind. Now we need to find an imaginary time machine and go further into the past. How do we know if we'll find one? Oh, please. Who hasn't imagined time travelling at some point? {points into the distance} Found one. {Cut to the past. The area is no longer under the influence of Smarty Juice. The group walks out of a time machine.} This is Homestar's perception of reality. If we want to find his version of Gfd, this'll be the place. {They walk through Homestar's mind.} SB undefined Hey, Homestar, you're the greatest! Thanks, I know! Gee, Homestair, you're the greatest airthlete on the team! Everybody knows it! ANOTHER HOMESTAR: Hey Homestar, I really like your haircut! Right back atcha! Looks like he's a bit out of touch with reality. I mean, he is Homestar. True. Why are we finding imaginary me again? So we can plant Mr. Poofers in his mind (which is really Homestar's), then release it in the future, thus creating a copy of Mr. Poofers to keep him inside Homestar's mind. IMAGINARY GFD: Hi! I ate a cheese! You don't say. I think they're going to get along swimmingly. Gfd, Coach E, Dean, Dooble, Pretender... you guys stay here while we enter your imaginary self's mind. {holding up the time machine} I'll bring the time machine. Fine. Will do! {The rest of the characters are blinked inside imaginary Gfd's head.} So, self, how's your week been? IMAGINARY GFD: I eat foods. I can imagine. I've had some food-eating experiences myself. IMAGINARY GFD: Pastry. Breads. Yes, those are certainly words. IMAGINARY GFD: I eat foods. You know, you're probably the coolest person I've ever met. {Cut to the rest of the gang in a black void.} So this is Gfd's mind? It's completely empty, so it must be. No, this is merely a shadow of Gfd's mind within Homestar's mind. That's why it's empty. Are you implying that Gfd actually has thoughts? If this were actually Gfd's mind, I suspect we'd see some condiments floating around. That's true. Now let's get to idea-plantin'. Ahem. {shouting} Hey, what if there was a dog named Mr. Poofers? {shouting} Yeah, and what if he couldn't be killed? That would sure be a neat idea to come up with. {shouting} Yes, a very original idea that is your idea, that you thought of just now, by yourself. {Pause.} Did it work? No, not yet. Like I said, it'll take a few years for Mr. Poofers to fully manifest. Hence why I brought the time machine. {They enter the time machine and exit a few years later. The black void now contains a copy of Mr. Poofers.} Okay, so now there's another Mr. Poofers. Now what? Now we wait. The original Mr. Poofers will be transferred from Strong Bad's mind to Homestar's in a few seconds. Gfd and the rest of the characters we left behind must initiate the inciting incident to bring us, along with this duplicate Mr. Poofers, out of Gfd's mind and into Homestar's at that precise moment, so the two Pooferses cancel each other out. Then another inciting incident is required to bring us out of Homestar's mind, and this must be done immediately afterward, before his mind detects our presence and destroys us. Of course. That makes sense and is completely understandable. Totally. {nods hesitantly} {Cut to Homestar's mind (still looking like Yonder Website), where Gfd is still talking to his imaginary self.} Wow. You know more about ranch dressing than I'll ever know. IMAGINARY GFD: Peanuts. You don't say? Well, you learn something new every year. {A portal appears, and Mr. Poofers walks out.} The stupid dog is here. What are we supposed to do again? You know the duplicate Mr. Poofers we created? We're supposed to bring him (and everyone else) out of Gfd's mind and into Homestar's, so the two Pooferses will cancel each other out. So... that means we have to cause an inciting incident, right? To make them real? Yeah, but we have to act fast. Every second Mr. Poofers spends in Homestar's brain, he gets more powerful. If the other Poofers doesn't get here within seconds, the timeline will stay the same and this whole time travel Inception parody will have been for nothing. Okay. So what kind of incident are we supposed to cause? Could be anything. Try saying a Mr. Poofers story. That might work. Ooh, let me try! {Cut to Mr. Poofers taking an autumn stroll as his theme plays.} Mr. Poofers was sneezing on the autumn leaves one fine afternoon, when he came upon a half-inch thick slab of lemon zest. "Eat your zest or no pimecones for you!" once declared that crochety old miser Rootbeer. Mr. Poofers, being the rebellious young chap that he is, didn't take that guff, no sir. Seeing as Old Man Rootbeer was dressed as a particularly autumnal leaf, Mr. Poofers sneezed on that man and ran and ran. What a rascal, that ol' Reginald J. Poofman. Go ahead, dabble some sauce on them leaves. You've earned it. {Cut back to the gang. The music stops.} Cool, great. Did it work? {A copy of Mr. Poofers appears suddenly, along with everyone else who was in imaginary Gfd's mind.} Hey, it did. Great job, you guys. Now to get out of here before Homestar's mind notices our presence and destroys us all. {Characters 1 through 8 appear, all holding machine guns.} : ...Guys, I think he noticed us. {typing} "Please... help..." send. {Cut to Stom, Rabite, and Mr. Dando in Strong Bad's mind. Rabite's phone dings and she looks at it.} Hey, that's the signal. The signal is "please help"? Well, it's a signal. We should probably help. Make an inciting incident happen. {makes waffles} WAFFLES! {Cut back to Homestar's mind. Everyone poofs away except the Mr. Poofers clone, leaving two Mr. Poofers inside Homestar's mind to cancel each other out. They poof into Strong Bad's mind.} Did someone say waffles? How'd you know that would work? Waffles always work. So, we're all reunited again. What's the next part of the plan? The plan is done. Now we just need to use that time machine to get back to the present, then ask Strong Bad to let us leave his mind. This plan was so complicated, I kinda forgot we're in the past now. But yeah, we should prolly do those things. {Cut to Strong Bad in the present. He concentrates really hard, and everyone appears next to him.} SB undefined Hey, you guys made it. Aw man, everything's still ruined. I guess our time travelling accomplished nothing. Actually, it'll take a few seconds for the timeline alterations to take effect. In a few seconds, everything will go back to the wonderful way it used to be. {They wait. In a flash, the timeline is altered... and the entire countryside is engulfed in flames and ruin.} Or it'll be even worse. What the hey?! Why didn't our plan work? Why is everything even worse than it was before? {A giant silhouetted figure rises up from the horizon... revealing itself to be an eldritch abomination, MegaPoofers.} Ahhh, that makes sense. Putting both Mr. Pooferses in Homestar's mind didn't make them cancel each other out... it made them combine into a new, exponentially more powerful entity. How do we stop it?! No travelling between different time periods and minds, that's for sure. It's way too complicated to be entertaining. Then I guess we need to beat this monstrosity the old-fashioned way... Waffles? Sure, waffles, why not. {Stom throws waffles at MegaPoofers. Enraged at the lack of pinecones, he begins shooting deadly laser beams out of his several eyes.} Pleaseletthewafflesdeflectlasers, pleaseletthewafflesdeflectlasers... {The waffles deflect the lasers.} Phew, that was lucky. What you call "luck" I call decades of training in the art of laser-deflective waffle-baking. You wouldn't happen to have a recipe for waffles that destroy giant abominations made up of two dog clones combined, would you? I left the recipe for that at home. {MegaPoofers fires a beam out of its mouth at Stom's house, blowing it up.} Aww, I was going to have lunch there. That's where I keep all my cockroaches! Taste vengeance, raging beast, and feel the wrath of the unpronouncable! {Gfd inhales, but nothing happens.} He's too powerful for me to eat. This is serious. Perhaps I can be of assistance. Magic blast! {Grindolo sends a wave of magic at MegaPoofers, but he merely absorbs the blast and sends it back.} OLD MAN ROOTBEER: Take this flamethrower, you rambunctious rabble-rouser! {Old Man Rootbeer throws his flamethrower at MegaPoofers, who consumes it and breathes fire on the countryside.} Well, he followed your advice. What can we do now?! How can we save everyone from Poofers' fiery rage? {Homsar waddles up. Cut to a Mr. Poofers story as the usual music begins.} HS undefined DaAaAaAaAa, one crisp evening on the badminton court, Mr. Pooofers was feeling bluuue. AaAaAaAand he tucked in his shoelaces, put on his jaunty cap, and went to town. "Where's the pimecones?" he asked the pimeconetender, but alas, there were none. Lost and malnourished, Mr. Poofers died a saAaAaAad, lonely death of starvation. {Cut back to MegaPoofers. He looks shocked for a moment, then disappears.} You did it, Homsar! You told a top-notch four-and-a-half stars with over six hundred reviews quality ghost story! HS undefined Thank you! AaAah'm here all week, senators! {waddles away} So, um... I guess now's a good time for some more time travel. Hold on a second. {SRMX12 walks offscreen, and the ravaged landscape turns back into the regular field. He walks back.} There. Crisis averted. Status quo remains intact. We're free of Poofers' reign! All the overly-complicated story threads have been tied up! What happens now? {Cut to another black screen, reading:} The End {And below it:} You know, the part where the episode is done. {voiceover} Ah, that makes sense.