Broternal Order Of Different Helmets/The Wrath of Tappatok

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(We open on a shot of the Pill-Mobile in the shape of a pickup truck driving towards the sunset.)
Honstlar: (off-screen) Now, normally you would see this kind of scene at the end of something, but in this case, you're seeing this at the beginning.
(Cut to a shot of Honstlar wearing a trucker cap version of his helmet driving the Pill Truck.)
Honstlar: This is the story of the worse day of my life. About how I lost my friends to a mindless army. And about the evilest... THING I ever faced. Worse than The Pretender, more annoying then the Cleanser Geek, even Grindolo seems like a nice guy compared to... TAPPATOK.
(Lightning strikes.)
{Cut to the Pillquarters Metallix}
{{hn}} And that's how I defeated nine evil goats with nothing but a crowbar, some moist towlettes, and a half-eaten shoe.
{{gf}} What a momentous occasion. That deserves waffles!
{{sp}} Waffles all around!
ALL: HOORAY!
{{hn}} Brother MX, give me those sweet, sweet, minutes!
{{sr}} 2:03 AM - Meeting officially started. 11:27 AM - Members begin to arrive. 11:30 - Pre-meeting waffles. 12:00 - Post-pre-meeting-waffles waffles. 12:13 - Gfd arrives. 12:21 - Frothy, shanty chant. 12:30 - Mid-meeting waffles. 12:49 - Voting begins. Results inconclusive. 1:00 - Post-mid-meeting-waffles waffles. 1:06 - Fund misappropriation. 1:29 - Weekly power play. 1:30 - Weekly power play interrupted by waffles. 1:59 - Weekly power play continues. 2:00 - Weekly power play interrupted by waffles again. 2:14 - Power play ends. 2:30 - Royal Secretarian decides to stop writing every time Stom gives out waffles. 2:47 - Art trades and story writings abound. 3:39 - Snacks (including waffles). 4:01 - Royal Secretarian leaves the meeting to finish programming my projects. 7:49 - Royal Secretarian returns, and a bunch of other stuff probably happened. 8:21 - Honstlar tells story about goats.
{{hn}} Excellent! Now, let's take a moment to talk about the forum!
{{gf}} You mean that thing we stole from those dead guys?
{{hn}} The very same!
{{gf}} It's nice! It's great! It looks like the Pillquarters... it has a bunch of emoticons of us... it has a cool helmet icon... there's a nice Shoutbox for to shout in...
(Honstlar pulls out a box and puts his head in it.)
{{hn}} EGGS!!!!
(He pulls his head out of the box.)
{{hn}} That's super neat!
{{gf}} Yeah, I know, right?
{{hn}} Anyone else have any comments on our fine fine forum?
{{sp}} I've got a couple.
{{hn}} Then indulge, Brother Stom.
{{sp}} It's a wonderful, beautiful thing. If it were to ever be taken away from us... that would simply be terrible.
{{sr}} That seems kind of random and specific. Why would our forum be taken away?
{{sp}} Oh, I dunno. It just popped into my head and sounded cool.
{{hn}}  Now it's time to post some posts!
{{gf}} I-
(Gfd is replaced by a white silhouette of him with text reading "Please wait, migration in progress.")
{{hn}} You what? Can someone try and tell me what just happened? Greg?
(Cut to a similar silhouette of Greg)
{{hn}} Stom?
{Everyone turns into a white silhouette, one by one, leaving Honstlar as the last one}
{{hn}} I gotta get outta here before I get silhouettified!
{Honstlar runs outside as the Pillquarters blows up, knocking Honstlar away. Cut to black, as a high-pitched ringing noise plays.}
{{hn}} (Thinking to himself) What the Hellman's mayo is that ringing doing in my ears?
{Honstlar gets up and looks at the Pillquarters. It is now a giant white block labelled "Tappatok".}
{{hn}} {yelling to the sky} TAPPATOOOK!!
{Thunder sounds are heard}
{Honstlar rushes inside to find everything is white and blocky, with "Tappatok" written on all surfaces. The BODH are still migrating.}
{{hn}} What. The. C-
{Gfd stops migrating and has turned back into himself, but completely white with a red robotic face}
{{gf}} Welcome to Tappatok, Honstlar Waddler.
{{hn}} —RAP!!
(Pause.)
{{hn}} ...Is Tappatok? I mean I screamed the name earlier, but I do that all the time.
(Another pause.)
{{hn}} What happened? Where's the cutaway to me screaming out words in a comical fashion?!?
{{gf}} We were too lazy to compile the sources for a proper montage.
{{hn}} The real Gfd wouldn't use words like that. Who are you, you impostor?!
{{ev}} We told you. We are Tappatok.
{{sr}} You will be assimilated, Honstlar Waddler.
{{hn}} Oh no you don't, you won't go all Borg on my butt!!
{{db}} You will submit to Tappatok. Join us. We will rule over a new, perfect universe.
{{hn}} Oh man, even Dooble?! He would never talk that way!! What's happened? ''What's Tappatok?!''
{{ce}} If you refuse to join Tappatok in our quest for a perfect world, you will be destroyed.
{{hn}} That's better than being a mindless robot.
{{ev}} Come. We will take you to Tappatok Headquarters, where you will learn the true greatness of our cause.
{Gfd kicks Honstlar and knocks him unconsious. Cut to black, as a ringing noise plays.}
{{hn}} {echoey voiceover} Why does this keep happening?
{Honstlar opens his eyes, revealing he is now in the Tappatok Headquarters. It looks nearly identical to the Tappatok Pillquarters, except bigger, and Tappatok robots are all around him, walking around and working. The robots look like white speech bubbles with a red robot face.}
{{gf}}  Greetings, #2819. We have brought the one who calls himself "Honstlar".
{{hr}}  He does not agree with our mission.
TAPPATOK #2819: Unfortunate. Give us 2.67 hours, and we will have him for sure. {to Honstlar} Welcome, humanoid, to Tappatok Headquarters. This is the central area for all Tappatok workers, helping to create a better universe for you living beings.
{{hn}} A better universe?! You mean universe where everyone's a robot zombie ghost slave? And everything's blank and bland?
TAPPATOK #2819: Clearly you misunderstand our intentions, non-migrated lifeform. Come, and let us take you on a tour, explaining what Tappatok is all about.
(The floor starts moving like a conveyer belt.)
{{hn}} Can't I at least get a turkey leg before I have to ride Carousel of Progress?
TAPPATOK #3739: Tappatok runs on electricity. We do not need nor have your humanoid food.
{{gf}} I, for one, am in no need of eating, for I have all the energy I need to serve Tappatok.
{{hn}} Wow. It's like I don't even know you anymore.
{The belt stops in front of a large screen}
TAPPATOK #2819: This informational datatape should tell you everything you need to know.
{A film plays on the screen. Cut to Tappatok Headquarters.}
NARRATOR: Tappatok. The greatest thing to ever happen in our lives. {cut to the inside of the headquarters} What is Tappatok? We're a group of androids with one collective mind, dedicated to saving the universe.
{{hn}} {offscreen} Pfft. "Saving the universe."
{Cut to The Field}
NARRATOR: The universe, as we know it, is dirty and complex. {The Field is turned white and blocky} Our goal is to turn the world into a bright, simple utopia, where all beings think collectively, and we all serve Tappatok in their wonderous mission.
{{hn}} That doesn't sound like a utopia. It looks bland and boring.
NARRATOR: Tappatok was started about six years ago, and since then, we've perfected the countries of Prance and Dortugal. We are currently in the process of improving the United States, starting with Free Country.
{Cut to a factory conveyor belt, where Tappatok robots are being assembled}
NARRATOR: Each Tappatok robot is built by other robots, to prevent any mistakes. They are perfectly content. They have no negative emotions, and no personality flaws whatsoever.
{{hn}} Or more accurately, no emotions, and no personality whatsoever.
NARRATOR: They are all programmed to know the greatness of Tappatok, and to help it with its mission, no matter the cost. Any Tappatok robot would do anything to help Tappatok.
{{hn}} Geez, you guys brainwash your robots?
NARRATOR: But don't worry, they're perfectly harmless. All they want to do is spread peace and happiness across the globe. They mean no harm to anyone, unless you disagree with their mission, in which case you will be assimilated or destroyed.
{{hn}} "Harmless", cough, cough. Yeah, like taking over the entire universe and turning everyone into mindless robo-slaves is harmless.
{Cut to the exterior of Tappatok Headquarters}
NARRATOR: Tappatok uses the most advanced technology available. We harness this technology to spread our own perfect appearance—
{The Field around the Headquarters begins to turn white and blocky}
NARRATOR: —and let everyone know the wonders of Tappatok.
{Cut to a character being migrated, and turning into Tappatok}
{{hn}} Translation: "We spread uncolored blankness, and brainwash everyone."
{Cut to a world of Tappatok}
NARRATOR: When Tappatok has completed its mission, the universe will be a collectively-thinking, simple, perfect universe, with no flaws in any way. The universe's population will be one organism, thinking together. Everyone will agree on every topic, never have any bad ideas, and help to make the universe a better place for the rest of eternity. Don't you want to join Tappatok and save the world? And if not...
{Cut to the dog's head}
NARRATOR: Why come?
{The screen turns off}
{{hn}} You sick crap for heads! How DARE you tarnish the good face of that dog you see in those info films!
TAPPATOK #3739: We have migrated the dog as well.
{The dog walks onscreen, turned white with a red robot face}
DOG: We all must serve Tappatok. We must achieve perfection in the universe.
{{hn}} Nooo!! Poudog! That's your name, right? Poudog?
DOG: I have no need for a name. I am Tappatok. We are all Tappatok.
TAPPATOK #2819: You still do not agree with our directive, I see, Honstlar Waddler. Well then, I'd invite you to take a step outside.
{{hn}} Yes. Thank you. Finally I can leave this place.
{Honstlar walks to the door, opens it, and steps outside... to reveal the Field is white and blocky, with "Tappatok" written everywhere, and all the characters turned into Tappatok robots}
{{hn}} {teary-eyed; quietly} I can't leave this place.
TAPPATOK #3184: Do you like it? No dirt, no crime, no disagreements, no starvation, no death. Just Tappatok. Everything and everyone is Tappatok. Is it not perfect, Honstlar Waddler?
{{hn}} You... you MONSTERS!! You've turned the Field into a... a sick abomination!
TAPPATOK #7952: No, not the Field. While you were distracted in our Headquarters, we've perfected the entirety of Earth.
TAPPATOK #2819: Now Earth is Tappatok, just like you will soon be, along with every other planet in the universe.
{{hn}} (Quietly) This is your idea of perfection? A universe without color, without creativity, WITHOUT INDIVIDUALITY?!
Tappatok #5309: To be fair, there is the color of-
{{hn}} SHUT THE FLOND UP! I will not let you turn everything in existence into a hellscape of grey, where they give you a number, AND TAKE AWAY YOUR EVERYTHING ELSE!!!!!!!
(Honstlar starts running away.)
{Cut to Strong Bad's computer room, Tappatok'd. Honstlar bursts through the door.}
{{hn}} Strong Bad! You gotta help me out here!
{Pan over to Strong Bad on the Lappier}
Dear Tappatok,
Tappatok is perfect.
Sincerely,
Tappatok
{{sb}} {typing} Of course. We are all Tappatok, and must serve Tappatok for all eternity.
{{hn}} Oh man. It's worse than I thought.
{Cut to the concession stand}
{{hn}} Bubs?
{{bb}} Greetings, organic lifeform. Would you like to buy a premium Tappatok membership? It gives you unlimited access to exclusive features, for upwards of a few seconds!
{Cut to the locker room}
{{hn}} Coach Z?
{{cz}} {staring at the wall} Tappatok is our hope. Tappatok will cleanse the universe.
{{hn}} Nooo! They even got rid of his accent!
{Cut to the Homsar Reservation}
{{hn}} Hom— oh, don't tell me...
{{hs}} Everything will belong to Tappatok. We will all be grateful.
{Cut to the King of Town's castle}
{{hn}} Kingy? Smithy? The two worst characters?
{{kot}} I am no longer a king, Honstlar Waddler. Tappatok is the king. I am merely a loyal subject.
{{ps}} Indeed. I, too, am one with Tappatok. I will forever submit to its rule.
{{hn}} Well... at least you can break your vow of silence.
{Cut to Honstlar walking through the Field, worried, surrounded by Tappatok'd characters}
{{hn}} Oh no... oh no... everyone on Earth is a mindless robot.
TAPPATOK VOICE: {echoing} ATTENTION, TAPPATOK. ONE PERSON, BY THE NAME OF HONSTLAR WADDLER, REFUSES TO JOIN US. ASSIMILATE HIM IMMEDIATELY.
{{hn}} Uh oh.
{{hr}} There is the traitor. Catch him.
{{pp}} Without a doubt, fellow Tappatok.
{Everyone starts chasing after Honstlar}
{{hn}} {out of breath} And I thought it couldn't get any worse...
{{sm}} Join us, Honstlar Waddler. Serve Tappatok. Submit to its glorious rule.
{{hn}} {mumbling to himself} I gotta find shelter! But Tappatok has taken over every—
{Honstlar sees his house in the distance, still colored}
{{hn}} My house!! It's still a bagel! It hasn't been Tappatok'd yet! Woo hoo!
{Honstlar runs faster, finally getting to the bagel house. He gets inside, closes the door, and locks it.}
{{hn}} I'm safe. Hopefully there's no Tappatoks in here...
{{gd}} {coming down the stairs} You would be correct, Honstlar. No Tappatoks in here... but the truth is far worse.
{{hn}} GRINDOLO! My mortal enemy... or... more like, immortal enemy. Why are you in my house?
{{gd}} To be honest, I had no idea this house was yours. Tappatok took over my moon castle, so I teleported to Earth to find a new place. This bagel seemed nice.
{{hn}} Well, you're gonna have to move out sooner or later. I can only afford so many snacks. Plus, we're always trying to kill each other.
{{gd}} I don't intend to stay. This is just a temporary home until I destroy Tappatok.
{{hn}} So, why aren't you a Tappatok zombie? And why is my house still normal? I thought they took over every person and place on Earth.
{{gd}} Magic, of course. I'm too powerful to be robotized. Plus, I put up a Tappatok-proof force field around the bagel. But it won't last long... they keep trying to get inside.
{{hn}} Huh. Well, since we're enemies, I guess we have to fight now.
{{gd}} Of course we do. Energy ball! {shoots a ball of dark energy at Honstlar, who dodges}
{{hn}} Take THIS! {jumps behind Grindolo and kicks him}
{{gd}} You really think you can harm an ancient evil spirit like myself? Have at you! {causes spikes to raise up out of the ground, which Honstlar jumps away from}
{{hn}} Come on, is that all you got?
{{gd}} No, of course not. I'm going easy on you because you're so weak and pathetic. {shoots lightning at Honstlar, scorching him}
{{hn}} OW! No fair!
{{gd}} Hey man, you're fighting the legendary Grindolo. I don't think "fair" applies to this situation.
{A Tappatok robot bursts in through the window}
TAPPATOK #7318: We've finally broken through your force field, Grindolo. Surrender now.
{{gd}} Yeah, I don't think so. {sets the robot on fire}
TAPPATOK #7318: Your sorcery will not work on me. My metal is immune to such heat.
{{hn}} Oh yeah? Well, what about this? {spin-kicks the robot in the face, damaging it}
{{gd}} Hey, I wanted to do that! {flings Honstlar back against the wall}
{{hn}} OW! Cool it! {picks up a spike off the ground and swings it at Grindolo and the robot}
TAPPATOK #7318: Ow, my mainframe!
{{gd}} Oof! Hm, a three-way fight scene. This should be interesting.
TAPPATOK #7318: I disagree. You will join Tappatok, even if it's the last thing I do.
{{gd}} Well, too bad. {smashes Honstlar and the robot together and throws them across the room}
{{hn}} OUCH!! My back's gonna be sore for days. Hope you're happy, Grindolo.
{{gd}} Well, I'm not. Not until Tappatok is over.
{{hn}} {whispering to Grindolo} Hey... what if I distract him, and you blow him up with a magic explosion or something?
{{gd}} I like the way you think, Waddler.
{{hn}} HEY! Come here, you waste of electricity, you!
TAPPATOK #7318: What did you call me?!
{{hn}} A waste of electricity. I mean, you could've been a microwave or something... at least you would've served a purpose in life.
TAPPATOK #7318: Under Tappatok's reign, microwaves will be meaningless, for they— {blows up}
{{gd}} Boom. You're welcome.
{{hn}} Hey, you did a great job!
{{gd}} You too, man. Now, if only Tappatok would be destroyed... I can't do it alone. I don't know how Tappatok works, or how to destroy it.
{{hn}} I know what you mean. I wish I could tear Tappatok into a jillion pieces. They showed me a boring filmstrip, so I know how it works... but I don't have the skills to actually destroy it.
{{gd}} I have magic, which could be useful.
{{hn}} Hey, good point! I know all about Tappatok... you have magic... I think we can do this!
{{gd}} For the record, I still hate you.
{{hn}} Thanks. You too, man.
{{gd}} Now let's go beat some bots!
(Cut to a 60's Batman styled transition featuring Grindolo and Honstlar)
{Cut to Honstlar and Grindolo in the Tappatok Field, surrounded by Tappatok Homestar Runner characters}
{{gd}} Die, robo-face! {punches Strong Bad into pieces} Take this! {blows up Marzipan}
{{hn}} Whoa whoa whoa! Grindolo! Stop! These people are my friends. Or... were my friends. I don't wanna kill 'em, just get them back to normal!
{{gd}} Yeah, I don't care who your friends are. They're Tappatok now. I just wanna destroy them all.
{{hn}} But... if your minions were Tappatok'd, you wouldn't kill them, would you?
{{gd}} Oh yeah, I would.
{{hn}} What?!
{{gd}} They're pretty useless anyways. Just get in the way all the time. By the way, that's not a hypothetical situation... they are Tappatok now. My two best minions, Pretender and Dando, were turned into weird robot things.
{{hn}} What about The Cleanser Geek?
{{gd}} I sent her on a mission couple days ago. She hasn't returned, so I assume she's Tappatok too.
{{hn}} Well, anyway, we can't just go around killing everyone on Earth.
{{gd}} Aw... but that sounds so fun...
{{hn}} Listen, as soon as we destroy Tappatok, you can kill as many people as you want. But right now, we need to keep on task. How can we return everything back to normal without destroying everything?
{{gd}} You tell me. You're the one who knows so much about Tappatok.
{{hn}} I don't know everything about it! Just a few things. They just showed me a propaganda film. Obviously they wouldn't tell me their biggest secrets.
{{gd}} So what you're telling me is... you know practically nothing and you're useless to this plan.
{{hn}} Er... yeah. Pretty much. I guess you could do it all yourself. But you know what they say... four arms are better than two!
{{gd}} But even if we worked together, we'd still have two arms.
{{hn}} My point is, we can do it better together. Ugh... now that I say it out loud, it sounds like a moral from a children's TV show or something.
{{gd}} I guess you're right... but if you distract me, annoy me, or slow me down whatsoever, I'll kill you without hesitation.
{{hn}} See? Teamwork! That's the spirit.
{{gd}} I find that offensive.
{{hn}} What, teamwork?
{{gd}} No, the... that last bit.
{{hn}} Ohhhh. Right, 'cause you're a spirit. Sorry, man.
{{gd}} 'S fine.
{{hn}} So what do we do first?
{{gd}} Maybe we can infiltrate Tappatok headquarters, and see if we can shut down the system.
{{hn}} Good plan.
{{hn}} How do we do that?
{{gd}} Here, I'll turn us invisible. Then they won't catch us.
{{hn}} All right.
{{gd}} {waves his arms around in a magical manner, poofing them both invisible} There we go.
{{hn}} {voice} This is awesome! Now let's get inside that building.
{Cut to Tappatok Headquarters. A Tappatok guard stands next to it. Footsteps are heard. The door is opened.}
TAPPATOK #1987: Lifeform detected entering building. Please escort them from the premises.
{Two Tappatoks come out of the building, and throw Honstlar and Grindolo out, slamming the door. Grindolo makes them visible again.}
{{hn}} I guess they can detect people without sight.
{{gd}} They must've tracked our heatwave signatures.
{{hn}} Well, how do we get inside now?
{{gd}} You got inside before. How did you do that?
{{hn}} They took me here to show me why Tappatok was so great.
{{gd}} Maybe ask them to do that again.
{Honstlar walks up to Tappatok #1987}
{{hn}} Hey, man. Remember that tour? With the video and stuff? Can I do that again?
TAPPATOK #1987: Perhaps. Do you wish to be assimilated?
{{hn}} Um... I guess?
TAPPATOK #1987: Excellent. Come with me to the migration chamber.
{Tappatok #1987 takes Honstlar inside. Grindolo comes in as well.}
{{hn}} {whispering} Well, our plan is going great. Now they're going to turn me into a mindless robot. What do we do now?
{{gd}} {whispering} I was thinking something along the lines of "leaving you for dead."
{{hn}} {whispering} I was thinking of something that wouldn't go against the truce.
{{gd}} {whispering} Oh right, the truce. We could try and find a weak spot in the Tappatok robots.
{{hn}} {whispering} You mean like a red orb that gets exposed after the third attack in their pattern?
{{gd}} {whispering} Something along those lines, but it could be anything. It could be an exposed circuit, a certain flavor of Kool-Aid, polka music, you get the idea.
{They get to the migration chamber and close the door}
TAPPATOK #1987: Now, Honstlar Waddler, stand on this device, and you will become one of us. You will become Tappatok #7862118903.
{{hn}} All right. Sounds good. Uh... say, do you like polka music?
TAPPATOK #1987: Tappatok does not have musical preferences.
{{hn}} Um, do you have any weaknesses?
TAPPATOK #1987: Not that I know of. Tappatok Supreme created us to be flawless, nearly indestructible in design.
{{hn}} Oh. Okay. What about, say... punches to the face? Or 'splode-'em-ups? Or too much electricity?
TAPPATOK #1987: Too much electricity would likely damage my circuitry. Now, please stand on the device.
{{hn}} Hey, Grindolo! Too much electricity!
{{gd}} Sounds good. {fires electricity out of his fingers at Tappatok #1987, frying him}
{{hn}} We did it! We took down a Tappatok robot!
TAPPATOK VOICE: {echoing} ATTENTION, TAPPATOK. THE TRAITOR, HONSTLAR WADDLER, AND HIS ACCOMPLICE, A PURPLISH GHOST, HAVE JUST DESTROYED #1987. DESTROY THEM IMMEDIATELY.
{{hn}} Well, this plan worked out terrifically.
{{gd}}  {locks the door} We should be safe in here for at least a few minutes.
{{hn}} Yeah, but what about after that? We need to escape!
{{gd}} But how? I don't know anything about this place!
{{hn}} Neither do I! The only people who know about anything is these robots!
{{gd}} Hey, wait a minute... {looks at the unconsious electrocuted robot} You wouldn't happen to have any programming experience, would you, Honstlar?
{{hn}} Oh, plenty! Being a potato farmer has taught me a few things about robot coding. Or maybe being in close proximity to SRMX12 has caused some of his abundance of computational knowledge to manifest in my brain.
{{gd}} Good, good. Maybe if we reprogram this guy, he can help us figure out how to defeat the rest of the robots!
{{hn}} {pops open the panel on the back of the robot} If the movies have taught me anything, I need to connect this blue wire instead of the red wire. {unplugs the red wire and plugs in a blue one}
{The robot's face turns blue instead of red, and it wakes up}
TAPPATOK #1987: What has happened? Who are you?
{{hn}} Uh... we were reprogramming you. I mean, we were... helping you to, uh...
TAPPATOK #1987: Tappatok can not be tampered with. You must both be destroyed. {gets out a spinning helicopter blade thing and levitates toward the two}
{{gd}} Well, that was a great idea, Honstlar.
TAPPATOK #1987: {stops spinning the blades} Wait a minute. "Tappatok can not be tampered with"? Why not? I don't even like Tappatok. You know what, I'll help you guys. You seem okay.
{{hn}} IT WORKED!!
{{gd}} So, Tappatok #1987, can you—
TAPPATOK #1987: Please, call me Tappy. I'm not a Tappatok anymore.
{{gd}} Fine. Tappy. Can you disable the alert system so we can get out of here?
TAPPY: I believe I can. Give me a moment.
{Tappy concentrates. The alert stops and the Tappatoks walk away from the door.}
{{gd}} Wait a minute. I see someone over there. They're not Tappatok'd.
{{hn}} You mean there's more of us?
{{gd}} They look familiar, but they're too far to see.
{The person walks closer, revealing themself to be...}
{{hn}} {{gd}} The Cleanser Geek?
{{cg}} What?! You guys are still non-robots? Uh, hooray! Good for you. How did you thwart those... evil Tappatoks?
{{gd}} A bit of magic. A bit of science.
{{hn}} Want to help us... {whispering} ...bring Tappatok down?
{{cg}} {gasp} Uh... no, no thanks. I'll just stay here.
{{gd}} What?! Don't you want to help me? Don't you hate Tappatok?
{{cg}} Oh... yeah, I— I hate it... Sure. I'll join you.
{{gd}} Great! What should we do first?
{{cg}} I have no idea, because I know absolutely nothing about Tappatok. Exactly zero percent. For sure.
{{gd}} That's too bad. Maybe we'll go on without you.
{{cg}} No, wait! I know! I just figured it out. It's in the migration chamber. Just step inside and I'll give you the instructions from out here.
{{hn}} If you insist. {steps inside}
{{cg}} Here, I'll close the door for you. {closes the door}
{{gd}} Thanks. Now what?
{{cg}}  Just keep looking, I'm sure there's something that will help you in there.
{Activates the migration chamber}
{{cg}}  {Fake surprise} Whoops! I accidentally activated the chamber!
{{hn}} NOOO!
{{gd}} It's starting! We're turning into robots! OPEN THE DOOR!
{{cg}} I have no idea how to open this thing! It's not like I designed it or anything!
{They begin turning white with Tappatok faces}
{{hn}} I can feel my mind— ergh, serve Tappatok forev— ARGH! It's... it's working! {struggling} Must... help... Tappatok... NO!!
{{gd}} Do not resist, Honstlar Waddler. Tappatok will consume the entire universe, turning it into a paradise.
{{hn}} No! Fight back, Grindolo! You have magic! You can... you can... submit to Tappatok. For it will control all life.
{{gd}} Indeed.
{{hn}} {to the Cleanser Geek} Thank you, Tappatok Supreme. Can you grant us permission to leave the chamber?
{{cg}} Permission granted, Tappatok #7862118903. {opens the door}
{The two robots leave the chamber}
{{hn}} Now that the last two rebels have been assimilated, what is our next goal?
{{cg}} We have already conquered Earth. Next... the entire universe.
{{gd}} How will we achieve this?
{{cg}} Simple, we harness the raw power of the Earth's core to supercharge the chamber's cyclotron to create a wave of cleansing no being can resist!
{{hn}} Excellent.
{{cg}} #7862118903, I need you to go to Earth to implant the harnesser!
{{hn}} Yes, my liege.
(Tappatok #7862118903 walks away.)
{{gd}} Excuse me, Tappatok Supreme. 
{{cg}} Yes, Tappatok #19004907534?
{{gd}} I believe you made a fatal mistake.
{{cg}} What do you mean, fatal mistake?
{{gd}} You betrayed Grindolo.
(Grindolo pushes The Cleanser Geek into the chamber and locks the door.)
{{cg}} What?! I thought I cleansed you!
(Grindolo's robot body becomes purple.)
{{gd}} Thousand-year-old demon, remember? All your stupid machine did is give me a corporeal form again. Thank you for that by the way. Now to clean up this mess you made. Oh, and one more thing...
(Grindolo hovers his hand over a button)
{{gd}} You're fired.
(Grindolo mashes the button, activating the machine.)
{{cg}} No!!!! You can't do this to me, ONLY I KNOW HOW HUMOR REALLY WORKS!!!
{{gd}} Ah, shaddap.
{The Cleanser Geek turns into a Tappatok}
{{cg}} Where is Tappatok Supreme? I must recieve orders from my master. I must spread Tappatok's reign.
{{gd}} Ha HA! You just got a taste of your own medicine, Cleanser!
{All the robots begin running around chaotically and smashing things}
{{gd}} Wait, what's going on?
{{cg}} Tappatok Supreme is missing. Without ouR leader, us feeble TappAtoks are maLfunCTIONiNG. The EArTH will collapse any — any SECond noW. 404
{The ground starts breaking and lava starts bursting out of it as the planet begins crumbling into nothingness}
{{gd}} Whoa! This is not what I had planned at all!
{{hn}} {bashing his head into the wall} mMMuST TaKE oveR unIIVERSE;
{{gd}} Honstlar! Shut up! We need to shut down Tappatok before these glitches destroy the Earth!
{{hn}} wH0 iS HonStlaR?>
{{gd}} Oh no. We're all doomed. If only there was someone else on this planet who wasn't under the control of Tappatok...
{Tappy runs in}
TAPPY: Whoa, hey! What's going on here?
{{gd}} Tappy! Man, am I glad to see you. You see, I learned that my minion was leading the Tappatoks. I turned her into a regular Tappatok, and now the robots and the planet are malfunctioning. We don't have much time left.
TAPPY: Well, while I was gone, I was looking for a way to shut down Tappatok. And I think I know how! Come with me. If we shut it down, everything will stop malfunctioning and Tappatok will be no more.
{{gd}} Great! Let's go!
(Cut to Grindolo and Tappy running through a hallway.)
Tappy: The cyclotron room should be around here somewhere.
{They run through a door into a cyclotron room}
{{gd}} Is this it?
TAPPY: It is! This cyclotron is a device that sends ultrasonic radio waves to convert regular atoms into Tappatok atoms. If we reverse the mechanism, maybe we can un-Tappatok everything!
{{gd}} But how do we reverse it?
TAPPY: Not sure yet. But we gotta figure it out as soon as quick! The Earth is still collapsing, and this machine won't last very long!
{{gd}} Okay. Uh... so many buttons. What do I press first?
TAPPY: {looks out the window} Hey, wait a minute... it's space out there.
{{gd}} What?
TAPPY: Out the window is just outer space. No Earth at all. We are in the last room on the planet.
{The room starts breaking apart and crumbling into nothingness, as the walls are sucked out into the vacuum of space. Intense music begins.}
TAPPY: Hurry! Based on my analysis, we have less than a minute left!
{{gd}} Can't you, like, scan the machine to find out what I need to do?
TAPPY: I can try. {scans the machine} Three things! First, press the blue button!
{{gd}} {presses the blue button as the machine begins to break apart} What now?
TAPPY: Turn the red knob at the bottom left!
{{gd}} There is no knob at the bottom left.
TAPPY: No, no! Find the knob at the bottom, and turn it left!
{{gd}} Ohhh. {turns it}
TAPPY: That's right.
{{gd}} Good. What now?
TAPPY: No, I mean, that's right. You're supposed to turn it left.
{{gd}} Oh. {turns it again}
{By now, all that remains of the room is a few broken pieces of the walls and floor. The cyclotron and Tappy are both breaking into pieces.}
TAPPY: One last thing. It's the most important of all, because it will return the Earth back to normal. You need to... {breaks apart completely}
{{gd}} Tappy!
{Now Grindolo is floating aimlessly through space with the crumbling cyclotron}
{{gd}} Okay, I need to find this last button before this thing breaks completely and Earth is lost forever. And... oh no. Can't breathe. Space. Need... oxygen...
{Grindolo begins writhing in agony, trying to get a breath of air, as the cyclotron turns into a floating pile of tiny scraps}
{{gd}} Button... find... button...
{By now, almost the entire machine is gone, and only one big green button remains}
{{gd}} Here... goes... nothing...
{He pushes the button just before it breaks into a million pieces}
(The button explodes in a large ball of light, vaporizing Grindolo.)
{{gd}} OW, MY ROBOD!!
(The earth pops back into existence, as we cut to Honstlar in the restored Field.)
{{hn}} Great gooey porgadons, I'm back to normal!! And so is everything else!
(A charred, robotized Cleanser Geek lands next to Honstlar.)
{{hn}} ...to an extent. Hey, where's Grindolo?
{Grindolo falls out of the sky}
{{gd}} WAAHHH— oof.
{{hn}} Oh, there's Grindolo.
{{gd}} (Muffled) My robod...
(Fade to the Pill Truck we saw at the beginning.)
{{hn}} And so, the earth was saved, the Cleanser Geek got robot'd, Grindolo got unrobot'd and Tappatok was defeated... For the time being. And I know you may be thinking "Wait, why are you in a truck driving towards the sunset?" And the answer to that is... Grindolo's still living in my house and I need to get as far away from him as possible. Hopefully, he can get over the loss of his body, go back to his moon castle and stop eating all my ice cream. Now, run along, Daddy needs to get his smokes!
(END.)

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{Cut to a shot of Honstlar's house. A brief musical sting plays. Cut to the inside.}
ANNOUNCER: This week, on Honstlar and the Ghost...
{{hn}} {walks in wearing a coat and hat; hangs them on the rack} I'm hooome!
{Grindolo walks in wearing a bathrobe. Canned audience laughter.}
{{gd}} You're back already?
{{hn}} Please tell me you didn't eat all my ice cream again.
{Grindolo shrugs as a sad trombone sound plays. Slow zoom-in to his face. Hysterical audience laughter.}
{{hn}} Ohh, Grindolo...
{Rimshot. The audience laughter intensifies until the scene can no longer be heard.}
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