Broternal Order Of Different Helmets/Interuniversal Expedition

{Open on a shot of an old-timey radio. As the announcer talks, cartoon lightning bolts fly out of the speakers.}
ANNOUNCER: {voiceover} Good news, littlest tiniest babies and full-grown babies! It's time once again for the zany shenanigans of the Olde-Fashioned Brethrenhood of Assorted Dissimilar Headgear-Wear!
{Cut to an Old-Timey black void with Delicious "Bag" in the center}
ANNOUNCER: Partially sponsored and endorsed by the Delicious "Bag" Corporation, Incorporated, Trademarked, LLC, Comma, Comma, Period!
DELICIOUS "BAG": {the words appear at the bottom of the screen in quotation marks as he says them} You may never find a more delicious bag than Delicious "Bag"! {a "ding" is heard as a "TM" is added to the end of the text}
{Iris wipe to a title shot of each character as the announcer introduces them. The audience makes unenthusiastic "meh" sounds after each one.}
ANNOUNCER: {voiceover} Starring, Ruthless Dictator The Honstlar Waddler! Loyal Comptroller Sir Unpronouncablesworthingson! Regal Administratorian of Sorts... {Old-Timey SRMX12 appears} eh, this guy! Head Incanonical Fiction Laureate Lady Erin Locomotive! Editorial Director-in-Chief and Arts-and-Crafts Enthusiast Collage Gregory! Flapjack Out-Giver... {Old-Timey Stom appears} erm, I'll get back to that one. Superior Officer of Methodical Human-Make... {Old-Timey Rabite appears} jeez, these names are hard to remember! This week, we'll be joining our favorite band of headwear-havers in their latest animated picture: Interuniversal Expedition!
{A title card for the toon appears, with the title at the top, a picture of each OFBADHW member around a cardboard box in the center, and "Shamelessly Ripping Off Sir Bernardoriam Chimendez's Hard Work" at the bottom. Open to Fat Dudley's basementorium, where the OFBADHW members are sitting around a desk.}
SIR UNPRONOUNCABLESWORTHINGSON: {speaking quickly} I say there, fellow chaps! Heartily salutations to all! Now I may ask of you, my brothers and brethrens, what humorous shenanigans should we get ourselves into today?
THE HONSTLAR WADDLER: I found this peculiar contraption on the street! {holds up a cardboard box} It appears to be some sort of a new-fangled projector device crammed inside of a small but ridiculously luxurious kitchenette! What say we give it a try?
Collage Gregory: How does it work?
THW: why it’s simple. You simply collect it with ease and then you pretend it’s a fantastical apparatus for whatever you are currently partaking in!
(Old Times Bubs is in the basement)
Old-Timey Bubs: Why...I could double in my finical intake if I sold such a thing along with whatever crazy cahoots I normally sell! In fact, I feel this way I could just sell this along with parsnips as an activity pandering off of young whippersnappers and charge extra! Why it’s such an unforseenably tapped market! I bet eight decades from now some Orential electronic delight company will make such a godforsaken scam! Maybe naming it after the most decefious canine: The labradoodle!
The Honstlar Waddler: Um, Unmarked Grave, are you a snake oil salesman now?
Unmarked Grave: You bet your Asbestos!
{Unmarked Grave poofs away.}
The Pomer of Stoms (Old Timey :stom ): I do declare, that was peculiar.
SIR UNPRONOUNCABLESWORTHINGSON: So what suppose we does now, brethrenhoods?
{The Honstlar Waddler kicks the projector/kitchenette machine, creating a portal of swirly Photoshop magic}
The Honstlar Waddler: It's a gateway to another world!
Mr. McPixel (Old Timey SRMX12): I wonder what hides behind its spirals of manipulated picture.
Old Timey Rabite: Only one way to find out!
{The gang walk through and end up at modern-day Honstlar's house where we see Honstlar reading the newspaper.}
Honstlar: Old-Thymey Honstlar? I haven't seen you in a while.
THE HONSTLAR WADDLER: Grandson! Er, young me! Er, future me! Er... how are we related again?
Template:hn Not sure, actually.
THE HONSTLAR WADDLER: So, where's the Golden Fedora?
Template:hn The huh?
THE HONSTLAR WADDLER: Remember? I risked my life giving you that clue.
Template:hn Oh, yeah. We found it, but I destroyed it 'cause it was too convenient.
THE HONSTLAR WADDLER: WHAT?!
Template:hn Yeah, and turns out I also freed an evil spirit by getting that fedora. Now it wants to kill everyone.
The Honstlar Waddler: DOUBLE WHAT?!?
Honstlar: Don't worry, we can become superheroes now!
THE HONSTLAR WADDLER: Wait, how?
Honstlar: I'll show you!
{The morphing thing from Coach E's Happy Stay In Mortality Night happens}
Mr. McPixel: What magic!
Template:gf You bets! {gasp} Who are you? You look familiar.
SIR UNPRONOUNCEABLESWORTHINGSON: So do you, chap! We bear quite an uncanny resemblance to one another, if I do perchance say so m'self! Only you have a hideous face of unbrushed teeth, instead of a dashing, dapper mustachio like I do have upon my charming head of hair!
Template:gf What did you call my face?!
SIR UNPRONOUNCABLESWORTHINGSON: Why, jolly good fellow, I simply referred to it as an utterly repulsive maw with the most uncouth of—
{Gfd tackles Sir Unpronouncablesworthingson}
Template:ev Oh-ho, this should be good.
Template:hn Fight! Fight! Fight!
{The theme from Mortal Kombat starts playing as Gfd starts kicking his Old-Timey counterpart's... hat.}
Sir Unpronouncablesworthingson: Ow! How is this possible?!
Template:gf Take that, evil fiend!
SIR UNPRONOUNCABLESWORTHINGSON: Ow, my hat! My precious hat! I'll show you...
{Sir Unpronouncablesworthingson picks up the cardboard box and throws it at Gfd, causing the box to explode. Cut to white. Slow fade-in to the BODH and their Old-Timey counterparts, unconsious, lying on the grass.}
Template:gf {sits up; shakes his head rapidly with an audible "ai-ai-ai"} Phew. What a nice nap!
{Everyone stands up and looks into the distance. Pan up to show round bushes and futuristic buildings.}
Template:gf Ohhh man.
Template:ev HOW LONG DID WE SLEEP
Template:hn Why exty eight years of freakin c—
THE HONSTLAR WADDLER: No, modern doppelgangers, it was the magical box! It transported us to a different time period!
{2-Up walks by}
2-UP: What— Honstlar? Older Honstlar? Some other people? What are you doing here?
THE HONSTLAR WADDLER: We were instantaneously transported here by some manner of magical card-boarded box!
2-UP: So, cardboard box time machine? Are you sure you're not talking about the game boy in a blen—
Template:hn It's the Old-Timey version of the game boy in a blender.
2-UP: Makes sense makes sense. Well, let's get you all back to your normal thyme. I've got a time machine of my own somewhere... I think I left it in the negative-fourty-second floor of Pan Pan's spaceship. Come along.
{2-Up walks offscreen to the right, with the BODH and their old-timey variations following behind. Cut to Collage Gregory.}
COLLAGE GREGORY: And wherest, may I ask, is this star-boat of which you speak?
2-UP: Pan Pan's spaceship is right across here. {gestures with his foot to level 1}
Template:gf Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh man.
Template:sr ...the whole game or just that level?
2-UP: Eh, I forget exactly. But I guess we'll find out, won't we?
EVERYONE: Mmm... gulp!
{Gfd starts walking and gets hit by the first jaro}
Template:gf Ow! I lost an energy!
Template:ev Jeez, you're terrible at this game.
Template:gf At least in the game, I can shoot fireballs. I can't do that in real life! Now I have to jump over this guy!
Template:sr You can go around things, you know. The world has 3 dimensions.
Template:gf Right. {walks behind the jaro} I forget sometimes. My depth perception isn't the greatest. {blinks left eye repeatedly}
Template:hn Let me try!
{Honstlar kicks the second jaro and comes to the stairs. He slides under the first step and kicks the chorch from below. He attempts to jump up and kick the greggo, but it protects itself. Honstlar goes back down the steps and comes back up behind the greggo, and kicks it from behind.}
Template:hn This is a slice of relatively difficult pie! {turns around in shock, seeing floating platforms surrounded by enemies above a pit of spikes}
Template:gf Depth perception will not help here.
Template:hn We're gonna need a lot of mans.
2-UP: Oh, that is right! I have just remembered something.
Template:gf What?
2-UP: In the past, you guys do have the Pillmobile?
Template:hn Yep!
THE HONSTLAR WADDLER: No, but we have the Medication-Automobile, which is located in the basementorium of Fat Dudley's luxurious residence.
2-UP: Well, here in the future, we have the CAPSULEMOBILE! {whistles}
{A pill-looking thing comes flying down. It looks identical to the Pillmobile, but one half is gray instead of white, and it has no wheels.}
2-UP: Here, G-guy, you are the one who has got hit by that jaro. Here, take a bite.
Template:gf This... this is edible?
2-UP: 'Course! How could we make a capsule without it for to be restoring your health?
Template:gf FINALLY! Something inedible that's edible! It's a dream come true! {takes a bite and restores a bar of energy}
{Cut to a close-up of 2-Up}
2-UP: See? With a spaceship like this, you can—
{Cut to a wide shot. The Capsulemobile is now missing.}
2-UP: Who has stolen our Capsulemobile?
Template:gf Sorry. It was delicious. Got any more?
Template:hn {turns to 2-Up} You... you've created a monster.
2-UP: We do have some spare Capsulemobiles. But the one you ate cost three billion dollars. You'll have to pay it back.
Template:gf {gets a grape out of his hat} Will this suffice?
2-UP: Absolutely perfect! {eats the grape}
Template:ev That grape was worth a billion dollars?
2-UP: Most definite! Because of inflation. This is the future, you know.
Template:sr I, uh, don't think that's how inflation w—
Template:gf {loudly} Uh, you're welcome, 2-Up! For the grape! You're, uh, welcome, for that. To having... to having of that.
2-UP: All right then. Everyone come aboard Capsulemobile 2.0!
{A second Capsulemobile flies down, identical to the first one. Everyone gets inside.}
Template:hn Now let's fly to Pan Pan's spaceship!
2-UP: Um, this is Pan Pan's spaceship. Or it was, at least. So the time machine should be around here somewhere...
Template:gf {gestures toward a Videlectrix Swap inside a holographic food replicator with chopsticks} Is this it?
2-UP: Yes! Now we can—
{Cut to Shadowy Figure pressing a red button}
(A black hole opens and sucks the edible spacecraft into hyperspace.)
Template:hn Oh no! We started up the flux circuits in a black hole! Now the plutonium energy will conflict with the cosmic energy that makes up a good percentage of hyperspace!
2-Up: Meaning?
Template:hn I don't know! No one has ever done any experiments or even thought of that!
The Honstlar Waddler: Why?
Template:hn Because scientists don't know what hyperspace is really like!
All: AAHHHH!!!
{Blue electricity surges around the CapsuleMobile sending it to the Next Dimension.}
{The Capsulemobile falls from the sky, and crash-lands in an otherworldly blend of colors. There is very little gravity, and looks similar to the inside of the portal from the Strong Bad Email alternate universe.}
SIR UNPRONOUNCABLESWORTHINGSON: Now, I must ask of you fine fellows and folks, where, may I ask, have we crash-landed this indubitably high-technological medication-style air-transportation autovehicle?
Template:hn He means, where are we?
2-UP: Let's check. {looks out the window}
{Character 0.G walks up to the Capsulemobile}
CHARACTER 0.G: Beediddledaddledaowdiddlybeedaowdle?
Template:gf You again?
Eh Steve: Eh, Steve!
Template:hn Wha?
Vector Strong Bad: Hammoh!
Template:gf Great Garbling Ghosts! We have entered a plane of existence where all the weird spin-off universes converge!
Template:hn We have no other choice... WE MUST FIGHT TROGDOR!!
Template:gf Already did that.
Template:ev Twice.
Template:hn Well, nevermind then.
Template:gf Say, twice-style-extraman, how do we get outta this jam?
2-UP: Dunno, man. Never been in this predicament before.
SIR UNPRONOUNCABLESWORTHINGSON: Ah, but perchance I have thought of a proposal for such a strategy to get us out of this, as modern fellows like the azure unpronouncable one might say, gelatinous fruit preserve! For if this certain plane of existence holds such every single entity currently living, no matter what the alternate universe from whence they came, perhaps we might/could attempt to locate an individual who has such a technologically-advanced device that might return us to our own time periods and away from this mish-mash of converged alternative dimensionary planes of existence most instantaneously, my fellow assorted-headgear-bearing chaps!
Template:gf Guh?
Template:hn Buh?
Template:ev Wuh?
Template:sr Xuh?
SIR UNPRONOUNCABLESWORTHINGSON: {eyelids lowered; without an accent} We could find someone who can time travel.
Template:gf Ohhh. But who?
Template:hn Hey, this place has every character from every universe ever. I'm sure we could find somebody.
Template:gf Maybe that guy can help.
(Cut to the shadowy figure from Stinkoman)
Master GD: (Maniacal laugh.)
All: Master Green Dude!!!!!
SIR UNPRONOUNCABLESWORTHINGSON: Pardon me, silhouetted being, but I must ask of you, would you just so happen to be acquiring a time-alteration device, for which me and my friends and their alternate variations to use to return to our own time periods?
MASTER GD: {in pixelated subtitles} ALMOST. I AM CURRENTLY TRYING TO ACCOMPLISH THIS. UNFORTUNATELY, I LACK THE GREEN CRYSTAL SHARD. I NEED THIS TO POWER MY INVENTION.
Template:gf I don't have a green shard, but I do have a green stick of rock candy! (Sticks it in his eye.) THIS DELICIOUSLY HURTS SO MUCH!
Template:hn Wait, wait, wait, why should we help this guy, who may I remind you, is a demonic shadow clone from an obscure anime which is distributed by a company whose logo proudly features a screaming, shirtless man?!?!?
Template:gf Because he can help us get home!
MASTER GD: {subtitled} PLUS, I AM NOT PLANNING AN EVIL SCHEME IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM. NOPE. NO WAY.
Template:hn Sounds promising! Let's find you that shard.
Template:sr Let's see... we have the entire Homestar Runner universe at our fingertips. How should we get that shard?
Template:ev I've got it! We could use the Cheat Commandos Energy Tracking Tank!
(The Cheap As Free logo appears in the bottom left corner.)
Template:sr But that's just a toy.
Template:hn You're clearly forgetting that in the Cheat Commandos cartoon, the playsets and toys are LIFE SIZE.
Template:sr Oh yeah, it wouldn't make sense for Gunhaver to ride a tiny Action Figure Storage Vehicle.
{They float over to the Cheat Commandos}
Template:hn Hey there, Cheekymandos, we have a favor to ask of you!
GUNHAVER: Hold it right there, Cheat Commandos! It appears The Purple Giant has shrunk and turned into an armless midget!
Template:gf {looks at Honstlar and gasps} He's right! You don't look anything like The Purple Giant anymore!
Template:hn You guys. It's me, Honstlar. I'm the voice actor.
GUNHAVER: Well, Hon...start...ler...? Well, Honstartler, we're at your service?
FIGHTGAR: What do you need? Blue Laser invading the security mainframe again?
Template:hn No, it's something else, we need to find the Green Crystal Shard to power a time machine that belongs to the villain of an obscure anime and the only way that we can think of is to borrow your Energy Tracking Tank.
Silent Rip: Why would we ever let you borrow our equipment? You're normally a giant robot built by Blue Laser to destroy us!
Template:hn First of all, thanks for explaining my character for the people who don't know. Second, I'M NOT THE REAL PURPLE GIANT!!
Ripberger: That explains the lack of a glowing red monoeye.
Template:hn (Sarcastically) Thank you, Shiny Red Ninja!
Gunhaver: Okay, we'll lend you the tank.
{Cut to the BODH, their variations, and the Cheat Commandos in the tank}
CHEAT COMMANDOS SINGERS: {singing} Energy Tracking Tank! For radioactive heat waves! 'Least, I think that's how it works! Energy Tracking Tank! Always great for the crystals! Buy all our playsets and toys!
Template:hn I've got a bip on my radar!
{Cut to the tank screen, which shows a red dot in the top-right corner}
Template:gf To northeastward!
Template:sr TO THE CRYSTALprobably!!
Crackotage: We don't care if this mission's hard, we won't give up 'til we find that shard. Hee-hee, Ha-ha!
SILENT RIP: Almost there!
{They reach the red dot and get out of the tank}
Template:hn All right! The shard's gotta be around here somewhere.
{Cut to The Cheat throwing a lightswitch rave}
Template:hn Hey!! This isn't a shard! The tank was detecting the energy from The Cheat's glowsticks.
FIGHTGAR: {still in the tank} 'Ey, there's anotha dot over 'ere!
Template:hn Please tell me it isn't coming from the other glowsticks The Cheat has in that box over there.
{Firebert rummages through the box until he finds an oddly-shaped glowstick}
FIREBERT: {questioning The Cheat noises}
THE CHEAT: {explanatory The Cheat noises}
FIREBERT: {triumphant The Cheat noises}
Template:hn Can anyone tell me what's going on here?
Template:gf {wearing glasses and writing on a notebook} "Meh. Meh MEH meh. Meh heh meh." No wait, no. It's "meh MEH heh". Does that help?
Template:hn They found the shard!
(Gfd hands the shard to Master GD)
Template:gf Here you go, sir, one Emerald Gem Fragment. (Whispering) That's fancy talk for Green Crystal Shard.
Template:ev Wait didn’t Stinkoman find it already
Template:dn Yeah, but he lost it in a recent episode.
Template:ev Which one?
Template:gf The one that goes bee-boo-boo-bop-boo-boo-bop.
Template:hn Oh, that was a good one.
Template:gf I forget, how did that episode go?
{Cut to a flashback. Stinkoman is sitting at Planet K at a desk with neatly combed hair, and the green shard on his desk}
STINKOMAN: Buy! Sell! Buy! Sell!
{The Cheat, in thief clothing and his regular modern-day style, comes up from the below the table and grabs the shard}
STINKOMAN: Buy! Suh-wuh?! Cheatball! You come back here with my energy crunch! Are you asking for a CHALLEEEE—
{Cut to modern-day. The Cheat shrugs.}
Template:hn So, Master GD, now that you have the shard, what are you going to do now?
MASTER GD: {cheerily} Why, thank you so much! This will help me a lot with... WORLD DOMINATION!!
Template:gf You're welcome! Wait wha?
MASTER GD: Supreme Master Doloman! I've collected all the shards!
{20X6 Grindolo walks over}
SUPREME MASTER DOLOMAN: Absolutely perfect.
Template:sr Nooooo!
Template:gf Master GD was a bad guy?!
Template:hn Well, he is Stinkoman's enemy, the end boss of the Stinkoman's game, and a silhouettey supervillain. Honestly, we should've expected this.
MASTER GD: We couldn't have done it without you, puny helmet fools. Abra-cadabra, world domination!
{The crystals start floating}
Template:hn Not on our watch!
(The crystals float down.)
Master GD: What are you gonna do, weird me to death?
Template:hn Close, IT'S MORPHIN' TIME!
Template:gf Aw, I kinda wanted to weird him to death...
(The morphing sequence begins.)
Template:hn HENSHIN!
Template:gf I'll never stop being hungry for thyme!
Template:sr Trooper Transform!
Template:sp Jouchaku!
Template:dn Dean Degree Power! Graduate!
Template:ev Whatever the hell I say!
(They morph into their Ranger forms.)
Kamen Honstlar RX: Power Helmets!
(Cut to Gunhaver and Fightgar.)
Gunhaver: Wow, they must be seriously toyetic.
Fightgar: I wish I could have fingers and drop the H-Bomb.
(Cut to Master GD)
Master GD: RANGERS?! THIS WON'T BE GOOD FOR MY PORGADON!
Template:gf TERRIFIC THYME BLAST! {A laser of thyme explodes out of Gfd's face}
MASTER GD: Ow! My lack of thyme on myself!
Template:ev AMBIGUOUS CATCH PHRASE ATTACK! {He slides under Master GD, and kicks him from behind, sending him flying into the air}
Template:hn I don't see how that has to do with an ambiguous catch phrase.
Template:dn SHARP DEAN! {Dean grows spikes all over her, jumps in the air, and hits Master GD with her spikes, sending him down to the ground}
MASTER GD: You didn't think this would be so easy, did you? Doloman! Need some help over here!
SUPREME MASTER DOLOMAN: My pleasure, little one. {electrocutes the BODH}
Doloman: Taste my lightning, Rangers!
(Kamen Honstlar's armor absorbs the electricity)
Doloman: What?!?
Kamen Honstlar RX: Now you've cheesed the bull! DAI HENSHIN!
(His armor upgrades into an even shiner suit.)
Kamen Honstlar V3: Just call me, Kamen Honstlar V3!
Master GD: Double what?!?
{Kamen Honstlar V3, still covered in electricity, fires it back at both Master GD and Supreme Master Doloman}
Master GD and Doloman: OW, OUR COLLECTIVE PORGADONS!!!!
Template:gf DON'T-EVEN-KNOW-WHAT-A-PORGADON-IS FINISHING SMASH!! {jumps up in the air and soars toward the two bad guys, leg outstretched, causing both to blow up} See you later, betrators!
MASTER GD: You... {cough} haven't seen the last of us. {wheeze}
(The two villains explode in classic Power Rangers fashion)
Template:sr Bad guys go bye byes!
Template:hn So, what were we doing again?
SIR UNPRONOUNCEABLESWORTHINGSON: I believe, my good fellow chap, that we were attempting to regain a method of—
2-UP: We were finding a time machine to take us home.
Template:hn Wait, I have an idea.
(Cut to everyone squeezed into a box with "thyme?" written on it)
Template:sr Oh, yeah, I forgot I made this.
Template:hn Alright box, do your stuff!
{The box flies off and enters transwarp}
Template:gf Cool purple graphics!
Template:sr Oh dear. I just realized something...
MR. MCPIXEL: And what might that be, my young fellow?
Template:sr This box does not exist on the same plane of existence as us! It'll send us somewhere else!
{Cut to the Pixstar Runner Field, where the box lands}
Template:hn Okay, Step 2: we find a way back to our world.
Template:sr All right. Um... {looks around}
{Pixstar Runner Strong Bad walks by}
STRONG BAD: Hey, what the style are you doing with my thyme machine?!
Template:gf Oh, hey there, Pixel Bad! How's things?
Strong Bad: Pretty good, knocked out a drunk Russian, climbed up some girders, ate a legume, you know, standard pixel stuff.
Template:gf That's sweet, that's sweet. Do you have any tips on how to get us back to our own unpixelated universe?
Strong Bad: Uhh, find a camera?
Template:hn A camera?
Strong Bad: You know, so you can fax yourselves back.
Template:hn Fax ourselves?
Template:gf Are you sure that's the way anything works?
Template:sr {stepping up front} Well, uh, yeah. Yes! I read that someplace. It's scientifically backed up. {pause} With SCIENCE!
{another pause}
STRONG BAD: {unsure whether or not to be sarcastic} This guy knows what he's talking about.
Template:hn That's a satisfying explanation!
Template:gf So where can we find this fax-a-machine?
Template:sr You see, that's the problem, guys. I never made one.
Template:hn But hey wait! This place was made by you, wasn't it?
Template:sr It was, yes.
Template:hn And you have your Prisma One on you, right?
Template:sr {pulls it out of hammerspace} As always!
Template:hn Do you realize what this means? You can just code up a faxer! And a camera.
Template:sr I'll see what I can do! {starts typing}
{The bottom of a fax machine is slowly rendered next to SRMX12}
Template:sr This might take a while.
Template:gf In the meantime, let's take a tour!
{The BODH (except SRMX12), their Old-Timey counterparts, and 2-Up walk offscreen. Cut to the Pixstar Runner computer room, where they all are.}
Template:gf Ooh! This looks like an Easter egg!
{He "clicks" some text on the Lappier, and a whipped cream can appears}
Template:gf Nice! I've always wanted to try me some Cool Bad whip style. {pours it into his mouth}
Template:hn Hey, guys! Look at this gold-fashioned bag!
Template:gf Think we can steal this from Stro Bro?
(The bag has disappeared)
Template:hn Think? I've already done it!
Template:gf Reminds me of when I stole something last Tuesday.
Template:ev What is it with you and stealing things?
{Strong Bad walks in}
Template:sb {singing} Ohhh, checkin' up an email toniii— {normal voice} wait a small fraction of time! What are you doing in my 'puters room?
Template:hn {whispering} Uh oh. Let's scram!
(Gfd quickly jumps into the camera)
Template:hn Blue Skadoo, we can too!
(The others follow suit as dial-up noises are heard)
{Cut to The Garage back in Free Country, USA. Each BODH member and the rest pops out of a fax machine.}
Template:gf Ow! That fax machine really wrecked my back. It's claustrophobic in there!
Template:hn Well, we made it back home, now what?
SUPREME MASTER DOLOMAN: {voiceover} I told you fools you haven't seen the last of us...
{Grindolo, Supreme Master Doloman, and the ghost from That A Ghost appear in a black portal}
Template:gd And this time, all of our variations are here!
THE HONSTLAR WADDLER: Great Gatsby! It's Sir Grinsly, our vile nemesis! Have at you!
2-UP: Ah, Supreme Master Doloman, we meet again.
Template:hn Hey, Grindolo. 'Sup?
Sir Grinsly: (In a Boris Karloff-type voice) Your time has come, The Honstlar Waddler.
Doloman: With our combined powers, all universes will be in our grasp.
Template:gd We still doing that moon rock fight after this?
Template:hn Yeah.
SIR GRINSLY: Low-quality filmstrip mayhem! {stretches his arm out, causing the BODH to appear black-and-white, with scratch lines and flickers}
Template:hn Why do you guys always call your attacks before you do them?
SUPREME MASTER DOLOMAN: It's more fun that way! Toxic Storm Rage! {waves his arm, causing a rainbow explosion near the BODH}
Template:hn Template:gf Template:ce Template:sr Template:ev Template:sp Template:dn WOAH!
THE HONSTLAR WADDLER: Can kick! {kicks a can at Sir Grinsly's face}
Sir Grinsly: I must say, that hurt slightly.
Template:hn Bicycle Foot Thump! (He bicycle kicks Grindolo.)
Template:gd Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, oh, ow!
2-UP: NEGATIVE SEPTUPLE DEUCE! {does that}
SUPREME MASTER DOLOMAN: Argh! You'll pay for this! {disappears}
Template:hn Woo! One down, two to go!
The Honstlar Waddler: COLORARIZATION!
(Sir Grinsly becomes colorized.)
Sir Grinsly: The colors, they're too much for me!
(Sir Grinsly catches on fire and disappears.)
Template:gd Now you only have the most powerful Grindolo of all to deal with!
Template:gf Go away.
Template:gd Aw man. {leaves}
Template:hn Well, everything seems to be back to normal.
2-Up: But what about us?
Template:hn Oh, don't worry, you'll be back in your timeline soon. But first...
(Cut to the gang and the Honstlar variations at a dinner table.)
Template:sr Why are we having dinner again?
Template:hn I forgot that today was the day I was going to have dinner with 2-Up, so I thought, "Might as well bring the whole gang while I'm here."
Template:gf Oh. (He eats a chunk of the table.)
Template:hn So what'll ya be having?
SIR UNPRONOUNCABLESWORTHINGSON: Might you fellows happen to have Dry Meal?
2-UP: Or Spiced Bun?
Template:hn Even better... SPICED BUN FLAVORED DRY MEAL!!!
All: Hooray!
THE HONSTLAR WADDLER: What an excellent time we have had. {winks}
{A vignette appears around The Honstlar Waddler, until the screen turns black}
(Fade to a black and white shot of a drum that Honstlar shortly bursts out of.)
Template:hn That's all, folks!
END.
(A cursor clicks on the period.)
{Cut to a black screen with white text reading "Meanwhile...", slowly zooming in as ominous music plays. Fade to Strong Bad in the computer room}
Template:sb And that, my dear Stounchtimerson, is why baked beans have always held a special place in my heart. See you next time!
{The Pixstar Runner BODH walk in}
PIXSTAR RUNNER GFD: {subtitled} 'Scuse me, non-pixelm'n, b'wouldja happen to be havin' a fax machine about?
Template:sb BWARGH! {looks down at the subtitles} Fax machine?!
Pixstar Runner Honstlar: (subtitled) Yeah, we need it so we can send ourselves to a universe where Super Voice Time exists.
Template:sb Why do you need that to talk?
Pixstar Runner Stom: Uh... grapefruit?
Template:sb Sounds good to me.
END.
(The cursor then clicks on the N in END. as we cut to a shot of Grindolo And Honstlar on the moon throwing moon rocks like snowballs.)
Template:gd Take this!
Template:hn Take that!