Time Junction/Valentian Radio

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(A show by MirrorSamurai and MR Z BRAINZ)
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TIME JUNCTION
(We see Orange Cookie, bored at the reception and playing tennis with herself, when the Snatcher creeps up from her shadow)
Snatcher: Hey, kiddo! I see you’re not busy.
Orange: What’s going on, Snatcher?
Snatcher: Well, you know the hotel’s been going through some financial issues after last week’s fiasco. 
Orange: Right, the pool repairs. Don’t we have backup funds?
Snatcher: Apparently we have a radio room now, so Hat Kid must’ve spent it all on that! We don’t even have people to run it!
Orange: Yeah, we need dedicated radio hosts too. Anyway, what’s new?
Snatcher: I’ve got a very special deal to pitch to you to solve our money woes! (slinks back into the shadows, then emerges on the opposite side of Orange) The guests are dumb! They’ll accept any entry price we give them! We need to raise our check-in prices to compensate. And YOU can get a cut of the proceeds!
Orange: Raise the prices? Shouldn’t you ask Hat Kid?
Snatcher: Hat Kid said no, but this can just be between you and me! Think about it, kiddo!
Orange: Well, it IS my job, and she did choose me because-
(A time portal emerges at the entrance, and the Mafia Boss falls out)
Orange: Ah, a new guest! Wel-
(The Snatcher pops up behind Orange and drags her down)
Snatcher: Hello, valued guest! Feel free to check in! Only 50000 Pons!
Mafia Boss: Fifty thousand? Scandalous! In our hotels in Mafia Town, we only charge eighty a night!
Snatcher: Well, this isn’t your average one-star hotel, buddy.
Mafia Boss: Of course not! If there is a hotel less than four stars on my island, I will know!
Snatcher: You’re telling me your room service is better than your cooking? Feel free to camp out in the reception if you’re so stingy. It could be a long wait for the next exit rift...
(Another time rift appears immediately above Mafia Boss, and Alm and Celica fall out, landing on top of him)
Snatcher: WHY, HEL-
(Orange Cookie jumps back up, hitting the Snatcher in the neck as she does)
Orange: Welcome to our time-space nexus hotel, the Time Junction! If you’re lost in time, this is the perfect place to stay until we can get you back home safely!
Alm: This isn’t the Temple of Mila. What’s going on?
Orange: Well, you must have fallen into a space-time rift…
Celica: I’m sorry, I don’t understand. What is a “rift”?
Orange: Umm… uh, it’s a-
(the Snatcher looms in over Orange, getting as close to Alm and Celica as possible)
Snatcher: What’s important is, you can stay here until we get you home! For a small fee of 50000 Pons!
Alm: We’ve never heard of “Pons”, either.
Snatcher: Valuable green orbs. Look, I also run a bureau de change, so just give me all the cash you have and we’ll work out what that equals, alright? Cough up.
Celica: Well, then…
Alm: Wait, don’t-
(Celica hands all of her Gold to the Snatcher)
Snatcher: Ooh, this should amount to… 500 Pons. Too bad. Looks like it’s reception camping for you!
(Orange grabs the Snatcher and suplexes him)
Orange: Don’t worry! You don’t have to pay all that much-
(Snatcher quickly gets back up)
Snatcher: WAIT, WE CAN WORK SOMETHING OUT! Say... how about a little… community service? Working here to pay off your debt?
Orange: Huh?
Snatcher: (whispers to Orange Cookie) I think I’ve found a solution to our radio problem...
Alm: ...You want us to work for you?
Celica: …Wait, we’re in debt?
Snatcher: (looms in close to whisper to Alm) We do have a cushy reservation…
(transition to Alm and Celica in the radio broadcasting room, utterly confused by what everything does)
Alm: So… we have to wear these? (picks up a pair of headphones) What do they do?
Celica: What about this? (pokes a speaker, only to get greeted by startling feedback) AAH!
Alm: GAH! …maybe we shouldn’t play around until we know what it all does.
(Celica gets out a record case)
Alm: So, we have to speak into these (pointing to the microphones) when we want to… what did that Vestal say again? “Broadcast”?
Celica: Was he really a Vestal? He wasn’t burning brightly.
Alm: Well, I’m not sure what else he could be. Vestals are the only incorporeals to exist.
Celica: The only incorporeals to exist in our world.
Alm: Right, right… I can’t get used to this nex-something… 
(Celica puts the record on the record player and presses play. Loud music blasts)
(we see several scenes of the hotel rooms. Miroir is seen wincing from the volume of the radio music, followed by Brainz and Wet Balloon, then Lemon and Sea Fairy, the IT department, and finally Hat Kid and Bow Kid in the manager’s office)
Bow Kid: Is that… the new radio station?
Hat Kid: But I haven’t hired hosts yet! Ugh, somebody must be playing a prank!
(Snatcher seeps in from the floorboards)
Snatcher: No pranks. We’ve got hosts now. Legitimately, I may add!
Hat Kid: You didn’t swindle anyone into a contract, did you…? This better not have to do with your request to raise the check-in prices…
Snatcher: There MAY be some debt involved, but I’m not the one making all the poor financial decisions, kiddo!
Hat Kid: What’s so poor about my-
(Bow Kid points to the huge pile of pillows at the back of the room)
Snatcher: You may be a time traveller, but you’re still a kid, kiddo. You need me to help you with money. And yet you decided to buy an entire room of radio equipment without even telling me!
Bow Kid: We’ve had that room for two months.
Snatcher: Woah woah woah, two months!? And you NEVER TOLD ME!?
Bow Kid: I thought we did.
Hat Kid: I, um… passed the letter on to Corrin. He must have put it on the pile with all the complaints.
Bow Kid: Speaking of Corrin, I need to go talk to him about the electricity complaints. Must be the radio station.
(Bow Kid leaves the room)
Snatcher: ...Ugh, well at least you didn’t spend the backup funds on it... We’re not doing tight financially right now, remember?
Hat Kid: Right, right… So, the hosts? Who are they?
Snatcher: First people to fall in my scam, kid.
Hat Kid: ...Who?
Snatcher: Never caught their names. You should check with them yourself. (winces from a sudden jolt of feedback coming from the radio) As soon as possible.
(meanwhile, in the radio station)
Alm: ACK! …what did I do wrong?
Celica: (reading a manual) It says here… that it’s called “feedback”. It happens sometimes, but it’s not something you can avoid.
Alm: So, what do I do?
Celica: …just try again.
Alm: Really? That sounds too simple.
Celica: It’s what the manual says.
Alm: Well, then… (speaks into the microphone) This is the Time Junction radio station. I’m Alm…
Celica: …and I’m Celica. We’re here to bring you, from the kingdom of Valentia… (pause) …Alm, what do we have to bring them?
Alm: ...Uh, music? Isn’t that what a radio’s for? 
Celica: We’re not bards, though… wait! Those records!
Alm: The last time we used them, they gave me this horrible ringing in my ears...
Celica: That’s because we had the volume too high. (turns down a dial) There. It should be just right now.
(Alm places a record on the record player, and music plays at just the right volume)
(we see the Mafia Boss enjoying the song, followed by Herb and Basil, Sanae, and Verriere)
Alm: This song is called… “Dancing Cosmos”.
(Meanwhile, outside DJ Octavio’s record shop)
Mari: Hello? Is anyone there?
(A groggy Octavio walks to the door, unlocks it, and enters)
Octavio: Sorry for the wait. I uh, overslept.
Mari: Ah, it’s fine. I was just wondering if you sold a record of the song playing on the radio right now.
Octavio: The… what?
Mari: The new radio station. It’s playing on a speaker over there. You were probably asleep when it went live…
Octavio: A… radio… station. Without ME.
Mari: No, but the hosts seem like they’re getting the hang of it now.
Octavio: HANG OF IT? HANG OF IT!? I’M LITERALLY A PROFESSIONAL DJ! I WAS BORN FOR RADIO! WHY DO THEY NEVER TELL ME ABOUT THIS STUFF!?
Mari: ...because you’re always sorting out your… heat beats?
Octavio: I CAN MAKE TIME FOR WHATEVER I WANT! I’M STORMING DOWN THERE RIGHT NOW AND… hey, do you know what this song’s called?
Mari: It’s “Dancing Cosmos”. What, do you like it?
Octavio: OF COURSE I DON’T! BUT I’M DEFINITELY SEARCHING MY SHELVES TO SEE IF I HAVE IT IN STOCK!
Mari: If you do, would you mind if I buy a copy?
Octavio: COME BACK LATER! I NEED TO HAVE A VERY ANGRY WORD WITH THE HOSTS!
(Meanwhile, Lemon and Sea Fairy are busy in the maintenance and utility room)
Lemon: The radio station is using up a lot of power… I don’t think my cube can power it all. 
Sea Fairy: Do you just have the one cube?
Lemon: I mean, we have generators and stuff too. My cube just supplies power where the generators can’t cut it.
Sea Fairy: Where did that cube come from?
Lemon: I stumbled across it in Hero Cookie’s laboratory, and he let me keep it. It helps regulate my internal voltage, but it seems like it contains a lot of voltage itself. It’s served me a lot of use all these years…
Sea Fairy: So, the cube’s power comes from its binding to the owner… 
Lemon: I remember making my first friend thanks to the cube! She was fascinated by my cool electric tricks...
Sea Fairy: Orange?
Lemon: Yeah, her. She’s always been my best friend.
Sea Fairy: Apparently Orange has been getting in fights with the Snatcher. Something about… him wanting to take over reception…
Lemon: Right, so he can scam people?
Sea Fairy: He tried charging fifty thousand Pons for a stay…
Lemon: Ugh. I know business hasn’t been good lately, but that’s just waaaaay too much!
Sea Fairy: I wouldn’t be surprised if he told me to start charging guests for water…
(The Snatcher rises in from the floor)
Snatcher: So, aren’t these free utilities a little generous?
Sea Fairy and Lemon: Oh, for the witch’s sake.
Snatcher: Look. We’re going to go bankrupt. We’ve had hardly any check-ins. I’m trying to save this sinking ship, you prideful pecknecks!
Lemon: Snatcher? Sometimes, you need to take a step back, and consider the fact that we’re trying to give our guests a good pecking time!
(We briefly see King Dedede in his storeroom next-door, looking confused as he hears the muffled argument)
Snatcher: Don’t blame me when we go under, then! As soon as that happens, I’m going straight back home! TO MY LUXURIOUS AND BEAUTIFUL FOREST!
Sea Fairy: I’ve heard about Subcon, you know. And I’ve heard it’s a complete dump.
Snatcher: HOW DARE YOU! I’M IN MY RIGHT MIND TO SENTENCE YOU TO AN ETERNITY OF PAIN AND TORMENT RIGHT NOW!
(Bow Kid opens the door)
Bow Kid: Snatcher? I need an urgent word with you. It’s about this greedy behaviour.
Snatcher: ...Say, how much of that did you hear?
Bow Kid: Uh… All of it.
(music plays over the radio)
Bow Kid: Hey, what’s this music? It’s really good!
Snatcher: Heh, those hires are doing alright after all! I know a good employee when I see one!
Bow Kid: Wait, you hired the hosts? We have our own radio station because of you?
(brief dramatic pause)
Bow Kid: That’s excellent! Keep up the good work, everyone!
(Bow Kid leaves)
Snatcher: ...Phew. Looks like my tail is saved. Let’s at least hope the radio will bring in more guests...
(meanwhile, Alm is busy searching through the shopping district)
Alm: So… where’s the general store? Celica wants me to get some snacks for the radio room...
(Alm notices the Fantasy Costco in front of him)
Alm: This must be the place. (opens the door and enters)
Garfield: Ah, greetings! Welcome to my Fantasy Costco!
Alm: Greetings to you. What foods do you sell?
Garfield: Why not try our New and Improved Brick?
Alm: I’m… not sure that’s edible…
Garfield: What are you, a snob!? It has every nutrient you could ever want!
Alm: What does the label say?
Garfield: 60 grams of Chemical X, 500 grams of Pixie Dust, and 192182 grams of Microstasis Yeast. All the components of a balanced diet!
Alm: …I’m sorry, what are Chemical X and Microstasis Yeast? 
Garfield: Completely organic!
Alm: Humans don’t eat yeast, though. They put it in their bread.
Garfield: Fine, forget the yeast. How about this Power Protein Black Hole Shake? It literally contains a black hole!
Alm: Uhhhhh… 
(Dedede busts in)
Dedede: Hey, kitty! I’m here with your daily delivery of lasagna, straight from the Kirbies’ Restaurant.
Garfield: My… lasagne? The robots usually give it to me...
Dedede: Well, the Roombots have this weird new glitch involving lasagna, so I’m having to give it to you directly. (doing a bad Roombot impression as he takes the lasagne from the box) YOUR FRESH LASAGNA, SIR!
Garfield: MY LASAGNE? SWEET, SUCCULENT MORSELS! THE FOOD OF THE GODS!
Dedede: Uh huh. Piping hot lasagna. (Jeez, I didn’t realise he’d be this weird around lasagna.)
Alm: Uh, excuse me? Mr. Penguin? Are you sure this is a general store?
Dedede: Technically, no. This is a store for magic spells. Probably not up your alley.
(Dedede passes the lasagne to Garfield, who practically goes nuts over it)
Dedede: (whispers) But there’s a perfectly good store just down the hall… If you’re into normal food and all...
Alm: (whispers) Really? Can you show the way?
Dedede: (whispers) Uh-huh. But let’s go now, while he’s distracted by the lasagna. He REALLY doesn’t like people leaving without buying anything.
(Alm nods, and the two quickly slip out of the Fantasy Costco, heading straight for the Dededemart)
Dedede: Say, I recognise your voice. Aren’t you one of those new radio hosts?
Alm: That’s right. My name is Alm.
Dedede: Nice to meet you! I’m King Dedede. How’s the radio life been treating you?
Alm: It’s been alright. I’ve never played music before,
Dedede: You’re doing a great job so far!
(Dedede walks over to a speaker playing the radio station)
Celica: (from the radio) Coming up next on Valentian Radio, we have-
(knocking is heard from the radio)
Celica: (from the radio) ...Just a moment, folks.
(the sound of a door opening is heard)
Celica: (from the radio) Hel-
Octavio: (from the radio) LISTEN UP, CHUMP! RADIO IS MY CALLING! HOW DARE YOU AND THAT OTHER INKSQUIRT STEAL MY DREAM JOB! YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW RADIO WORKS! YOU’RE BOTH NOTHING BUT USELESS IMPOSTERS! THIS STATION IS RIGHTFULLY MINE!
Celica: (from the radio) Well, we-
Octavio: (from the radio) ZIP IT! I’M THE ONE WHO’S SUPPOSED TO BE IN CHARGE OF THIS RADIO! THE STAFF NEVER LET ME DO ANYTHING! THIS ROLE WAS MEANT FOR ME, SO GET OUT, CHUMP!
Dedede: Ugh, I hate that guy. His record store is right next to my Dededemart, so I’m listening to his terrible sounding tunes all day long! I don’t need him on the radio too!
Octavio: (from the radio) STEP AWAY FROM THE BROADCASTING STATION! IT RIGHTFULLY BELONGS TO ME! DON’T MAKE ME GET VIOLENT!
Alm: I… better get back to the radio station. And maybe bring security with me.
(Alm rushes away in the direction of the radio room)
Dedede: Wait! What about my store!? And the snacks!? ...There goes another customer. I need to up my marketing campaign, intruding into other people’s stores isn’t cutting it anymore...
(at the radio station, Celica and Octavio are struggling over the microphone)
Octavio: BACK OFF, PRISSY!
Celica: (prepares to cast magic) You think I can’t fight? Well, then… SERAPHIM!
(Celica blasts Octavio with an orb of light surrounded in angel feathers)
Octavio: (slams into the wall) AGH!
(Alm bursts in, followed by Susie and some Roombots)
Alm: Celica, what’s going-
(Octavio binds Alm with his tentacles)
Octavio: DON’T COME ANY CLOSER! I’LL SUFFOCATE HIM!
(Alm pulls his Royal Sword with his free arm and points it at Octavio)
Octavio: W-Wait, where did you-
(Susie points her blaster at Octavio)
Susie: DJ Octavio, stand down. You are under arrest.
Octavio: ARREST? You're the head of entertainment!
Susie: I, uh, pull double duty sometimes. We don’t have proper security other than the Roombots, and we can’t trust them by themselves because-
(one of the Roombots’ eyes flash, and it fires a blue beam towards Celica, though she jumps away instinctively)
Celica: What the-
Octavio: Ah, the Roombots are on the right side!
Susie: They’re just glitching. I don’t think the security functions are fully programmed yet…
Alm and Celica: …glitching? Security? Programmed? 
Octavio: THIS DOESN’T CHANGE THE FACT THAT I’M STILL THE MOST QUALIFIED FOR THE JOB, AND YOU ALL KNOW IT!
Susie: Maybe you should start your own radio station, then! And quit bothering them for a change!
Octavio: MAYBE I WILL! I’M WHAT THIS HOTEL NEEDS THE MOST!
Susie: You’ll be lucky if Hat Kid doesn’t boot you out of the next exit rift for this!
(Susie and the Roombots escort Octavio out of the room)
Alm: ...Hopefully he won’t bother us anymore.
Celica: Hopefully. (pause) Oh, no, I forgot to put the music on
Alm: Wait… The microphone’s still on… (grabs the microphone) Uh, sorry, everyone. We were just experiencing some technical difficulties. Your regularly scheduled Valentian Radio should now continue.
Celica: This next song is called… “Angry Sushi”. Ironic.
(we see Girlfriend at the Go Ape as the music starts, bopping to the beat. Vincent passes by on one of the rope ladders, carrying the Quintessence)
Vincent: Hey, have you seen the worm? That gross thing made off with my chocolate bar earlier.
Girlfriend: I don’t think I have… I’m sure they’d stand out though. Being blue and all.
Vincent: Eh… I guess I can just buy another chocolate bar later...
Girlfriend: Hang on, is that…
(Girlfriend notices Worm squirming around near the start of the zipwire, clutching a still-wrapped chocolate bar)
Girlfriend: There’s the worm!
Vincent: That chocolate thief!
(Vincent starts running towards the zipline, closely followed by Girlfriend. The music from the radio starts to quicken in pace as they start running.)
Vincent: Give me back my chocolate, you pest!
(Worm notices them and jumps away)
Vincent: You’re not getting away!
Girlfriend: It’s no use! It’s too fast for us to keep up with!
(Vincent jumps on the zipline and zips in the direction of Worm.)
Worm: Come and get some! This choco is mine!
Vincent: I bought it with my own money, can’t you afford your own?
Worm: Does it look like I have cash, kid?
Vincent: Can’t you fit a 500-Pon piece in your mouth?
Worm: Ew, as if. You know how unsanitary money is?
Vincent: What if I buy you a chocolate bar of your own?
Worm: ...Wait, you’d really do that? ...Well, no! Finders keepers! Tough luck!
(the Worm jumps off the platform)
Vincent: Come back-
(Vincent falls off the platform)
Vincent: AAAAAH-
(Vincent gets caught by Girlfriend, standing on the platform before)
Girlfriend: Woah, are you okay?
Vincent: The worm got away with the chocolate… (shouts in the distance) I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT, YOU PEST!
Worm: (distantly) I WILL, AND IT’LL BE DELICIOUS!
Girlfriend: It’s fine, I don’t mind buying you another one.
Vincent: Really? Thanks!
Girlfriend: The pleasure’s all mine.
Vincent: ...by the way, can you please let me down? This position’s really uncomfortable on the safety harness.
Girlfriend: Ahaha, sorry. (puts Vincent down)
(Meanwhile, Octavio sits alone, in the dark, inside his record store)
Octavio: “This is your first and final warning. If you continue to disrupt our staff, you will be fired and removed from the hotel premises”. What does SHE know? She’s not a DJ. I’M THE ONE WHO SHOULD BE RUNNING THAT STATION!
(pause)
Octavio: “Maybe you should start your own radio station”. That’s what Susie said. But she’d never understand…
(Octavio enters his storeroom and starts rooting through piles of audio equipment)
Octavio: I’ll show them. I’ll show them all. The world will RUE the day they all laughed at DJ Octavio Cephalus!
(Finally, Octavio pulls out a set of old-looking broadcasting equipment)
Octavio: IT’S SHOWTIME! The people don’t need Valentian Radio. They need… ME. And I’m going to GIVE IT TO THEM! BWAHAHAHAHAHA-
Mari: Hey, did you find that record I asked for earlier?
Octavio: (turns around) I DID, IN FACT! But I’m afraid it’s not for sale. It’s reserved for RADIO. OCTAVIO Radio.
Mari: Wait, we’re getting a second radio station?
Octavio: In a way, yes. But it won’t be long until there’s only one. The superior station will remain standing.
Mari: We’ll see about that, I guess. Good luck with the radio!
(Mari exits)
Octavio: ...Ok, back to my evil laughing. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
(scenes of a montage of Octavio setting up his radio booth fade in over his evil laughter)
(Next, we see Snatcher in his office, busy counting Pons)
Snatcher: Nope. Still no profits.
(tentacle slapping at the door. The Snatcher slinks into the ground, and we see Octavio slapping the door on the other side)
Octavio: Open up!
(the Snatcher emerges from Octavio’s shadow)
Snatcher: What do you want, fish finger!? I have Pons to count, so this better be worth it!
Octavio: I need funding to get my radio station on the air.
Snatcher: Oh, you have GOT to be kidding me! One radio station is bad enough for our finances! What, do you WANT this place to shut down or something!?
Octavio: My profits will get you the funding for TWENTY radio stations! Think of the record sales!
Snatcher: You’re the one that’s supposed to be selling them, moron!
Octavio: I can get somebody else to do that! Just trust me. We’re gonna go BIG! Forget Valentian Radio. This is a REAL radio we’re talking about, not some knockoff newbies who don’t even know the difference between a turntable and a microwave!
Snatcher: Well, you at least have experience… very well! I’ll endorse you instead! But if this plan falls flat on its face, we’ll have a new special restaurant offer instead - Fried Octopus!
Octavio: I assure you, my musical genius will NOT fall flat on its face.
(Mafia Boss is inspecting his hotel room. First he surveys the kitchen countertops)
Mafia Boss: Hmm… This is a quality room… But it’s not perfect…
(Mafia Boss walks over to the fridge and repeatedly opens it, watching as the light blinks on and off)
Mafia Boss: Fridge does not seem faulty…
(Mafia Boss walks into the bathroom and flushes the toilet to inspect it)
Mafia Boss: Toilet works fine…
(Mafia Boss walks over to his bed and presses down on it)
Mafia Boss: And mattress is soft.
(Shouting is heard from next door)
Mafia Boss: But neighbours are annoying.
(Mafia Boss then walks over to the radio)
Mafia Boss: This radio doesn’t seem to work.
(Mafia Boss twists some knobs on the radio)
Octavio: (quiet) What’s up, Time Junction? This is Octavio Radio, coming at you live with the freshest wasabi beats!
(Mafia Boss twists a knob, and the volume increases)
Octavio: Our first hot remix of the day - Des-pah-rito! Dis-pe-ceeto? Uh, Das-pis-cetoh? Whatever it is, it’s the Wasabi Remix!
Mafia Boss: This station confuses me.
Octavio: ~Dess-Lah-Peepo, Wasabi Beats are cool, listen to my radio!~ DUBSTEP REMIX ~WUB WUB WUB PEOW, WUBWUBWUB DESSLAPEEPO STYLE LET’S GO OH, YO~
Mafia Boss: …
Octavio: ~Dess-Lah-Peepo, these beats are hotter than fire, don’t bother with Valentian Radiooooo~ WASABI BEATS ACTIVATE ~WIBIBIBIBIBI BOOM WUBUBUB PEOW WIBIBIBI BOOM SUPER HEAT WUB WUB WUB PEOW, DESSLAHPEEPO STYLE~
Mafia Boss: I think I have had enough of this.
Octavio: ~WE’RE TURNING UP THE HEAT~ ~THE DRIP NEVER STOPS~ ~DESSLAHPEEPO STYLE, WE’LL SING UNTIL YOU DROP~ WIBIBIBIBIBI BOOM WIBIBIBI PEOW WUB WUB WUB WUB WUB WUB-
(Mafia Boss turns off the radio, followed by Corrin, Miroir, and Sanae. Girlfriend, meanwhile, keeps the radio on)
Girlfriend: I mean, it’s not terrible…
(Meanwhile, in the IT Department)
Jen: Apparently we have two radio stations now. Did you hear?
Roy: No, and I don’t really care what goes on in the hotel unless it involves broken computers.
Jen: Oh, come on, Roy. We’re basically hermits. We should at least try to be more connected with the rest of the hotel.
(Jen walks over to the radio and turns it on)
Octavio: (from the radio) D-D-D-D-DROP THE SEA BASS! DESS-LAAAAAA-PEEPO-
(Jen turns the radio off)
Jen: On second thought… Maybe we’re better off not associating with these people…
Moss: Wait, turn it back on, Jen. It’s practically a new music genre!
Jen: No. I am never touching that thing again.
(Meanwhile, at Flippa’s room)
Wet Balloon: This sounds terrible. Why haven’t you burned the radio yet?
Flippa: No, no! This guy’s a musical genius! It reminds me of home…
Wet Balloon: Meh. I’m leaving…
Flippa: Please. You’d happily listen to the sounds of running water!
Wet Balloon: Yeah, and it’d be way better than this!
(Wet Balloon leaves in a huff)
Flippa: Who put you on the planet? Eugh.
(Nova opens the door)
Nova: Excuse me, can- (notices the music)
(Nova immediately shuts the door)
Flippa: (sigh) Octavio is unappreciated in his time... How could anyone dislike his music? It’s pure art!
(Nova is moving down the corridors, trying to avoid Octavio’s music)
Nova: (I just can’t stand this unrelenting noise… Now, where can I find somebody with good music taste…)
(Nova stops at the end of the hall and sneaks into Miroir’s room, where no music is playing)
Miroir: Who’s there?
Nova: Only a visitor. Trying to evade that ghastly music.
Miroir: I’m Mirror. What’s your name?
Nova: ...You can call me Nova.
Miroir: A pleasure to meet you. I’m not a fan of Octavio’s music either.
Nova: I don’t know anyone who is. ...Well, I know one person.
Miroir: Hyper-modern, driven only by what’s popular, that kind? Just a guess.
Nova: Yes, he’s also a living pinball in a mushroom-shaped astronaut suit.
Miroir: Oh, you mean Flippa? It’s just a species thing.
Nova: How do you know so much about him?
Miroir: I just had a chat with him. That’s all.
Nova: Ah. I don’t usually… chat with anyone. I just want to leave, really. But my destination’s remote, so the exit rifts aren’t able to reach it yet. 
Miroir: Well, that’s problematic. At least time doesn’t flow, so nobody ages here.
Nova: I guess so. But that means this hotel holds the secret to immortality, doesn’t it? If you never leave, you’ll never grow old, and you’ll never die. But eventually, you’ll be alone in an empty nexus. Everyone else will have long left, and the hotel would be derelict.
Miroir: That’s the whole reason the hotel was made, though, so people can have a place to go if they’re lost into time. Immortality is only a problem if there’s no good reason for it.
Nova: That’s the thing, though. How long can the staff keep this up? The hotel’s been open for at least a year already, and it’s practically falling apart at the seams with the amount of shenanigans that happen on a day-to-day basis. Eventually they’re going to crack. Otherwise, they’ll be here until the end of time.
Miroir: Oh, that’s way too negative… I’ve changed my mind, can you please leave?
Nova: ...Understood.
(Nova gets up and leaves)
Miroir: (Phew, now I can enjoy total silence… besides the constant reverberation from the neighbours’ radios.)
(Meanwhile, in the radio room)
Celica: Alright! It’s time to read out some of our viewer feedback. (takes out a stack of cards)
Alm: “Are you aware that Octavio has set up his own-” YES. We know. But we’re not worried about competition.
Celica: Yes, have you heard his music? It’s… an acquired taste, to say the least.
Alm: Do you think he’ll get mad if we talk him down live on radio?
Celica: Possibly. But he’ll get in trouble if he tries to pull a stunt like that again.
Alm: Whatever he does, he won’t be able to beat us. That’s for sure.
Celica: But we need something to lure listeners away from Octavio and to our radio… Something special and unique to us…
(meanwhile, in Octavio’s makeshift radio booth)
Octavio: Hmm… if I’m really going to be top of the charts, I can’t just play music! I need something more! Something that gives my audience a reason to choose ME over those amateurs! The question is… what?
(pause)
Octavio: Wait. The question, huh? That’s IT! I’ll start a radio quiz show!
(Owain is in his room, switching between the two radio stations out of boredom)
Alm: (fades in) ...thank you for the continued support… (fades out)
Octavio: (fades in) ...and that’s a wrap! You better… (fades out)
Celica: (fades in) ...our next song is going to be… (fades out)
Octavio: (fades in) ...get ready for the Octavio Quiz Show!
(Owain stops upon hearing the words “quiz show”, clearly very interested)
Octavio: Make sure you’ve got a piece of paper and a pen or pencil! If not, just use your head!
(Owain dashes and scrambles to get a piece of paper. Instead of taking a single pencil, he takes the whole pencil pot with him, throwing it on the bed and scattering most of the pencils)
Octavio: Questions ahoy! (musical riff plays) Question Number 1. 
Owain: Hmm…
Octavio: What combat machine would a Twintacle Octotrooper be suited to pilot?
Owain: Twintacle Octo-what now? What does that even mean?
(Jasmine, sitting in a garden room with Crazy Dave, is similarly confused)
Jasmine: What’s a Twin-
Crazy Dave: I know! I know! (writes an answer down on his pot hat)
Jasmine: Uh… What did you write?
Octavio: Time’s up! (musical riff plays for longer) Question Number 2! How many metal layers does the Great Octoweapon Octostomp have?
Crazy Dave: I know this one, too! (writes his answer down on top of the answer to the first question)
(Meanwhile, in Callie and Marie’s room)
Callie: Hey, I know this! We were there to watch Agent 3 blow it to smithereens, after all!
Marie: Not that anyone else would know. These questions are way too specific…
Octavio: Time’s up. (musical riff plays again) ...Wait, did I seriously only prepare one riff?
Marie: He seriously didn’t prepare?
Octavio: But anyway, Question Number 3! When was the Dreaded Octonozzle first built?
Callie: Uh… I’m not too knowledgeable on Octarian history, though...
Marie: You only care when stuff blows up, right?
(meanwhile, at the radio booth)
Celica: Alm? Have you heard the news about Octavio Radio?
Alm: You mean the “quiz show”? Yes, I have. Now that his radio station has something that ours doesn’t, it’s starting to pull viewers away.
Celica: What if we make something else?
Alm: It’s a good plan… but what else can we do?
Celica: Well, I was reading the radio presenter’s guide book, and it says something about “interviews”. Where we talk to people, ask them questions, and they answer those questions for everybody listening to the radio to hear.
Alm: ...I see. That sounds like a good idea, though who can we interview?
Celica: The entertainment manager did say something about a water-based scandal...
(in the next scene, Sanae is busy rowing at the pond, the radio sitting in her boat)
Sanae: Hmm… The water here’s different from pool water… a lot less chlorinated.
Alm: Hello, Time Junction! Today on Valentian Radio we’ve got an exclusive interview with the very menace who ruined the pool party!
(We see Poison Balloon in the radio room surrounded by Roombots pointing weapons at them)
Poison Balloon: Uh… Hi. This is Poison Balloon.
Celica: Tell me, Poison Balloon. Why did you fill the pool with chemicals?
Poison Balloon: To sustain my elemental energy, of course. It’s not like I had anywhere else to go in this time nexus. ...And of course, to do a little trolling.
Alm: You menace. So, tell us a bit about your life story.
Poison Balloon: Uh… Nah. I’d rather you two just die.
Two Roombots: ORDER ACKNOWLEDGED. EXECUTING COMMAND: “YOU TWO JUST DIE”.
(two of the Roombots point laser cannons at Alm and Celica)
Poison Balloon: Wait, they accept orders from ANYONE?
Alm: Uh… Folks, we’re experiencing some technical difficulties…
Celica: Be sure to check back soon!
(Owain, in his room, is lying on his bed and boredly swinging a toy sword as he listens to the radio)
Owain: Wait, is this scripted?
(a Roombot knocks on the door)
Owain: Who is it?
Roombot: ROOMBOT UNIT #00305. SIR, YOUR PLACEMENT OF PRAWNS IS HERE.
Owain: Prawns? That’s not right. I ordered octopus!
(meanwhile, Octavio in his radio station)
Octavio: Jammin’ out my beats~ Valentian Radio’s beat~
(A Roombot charges in)
Roombot: YOUR COOKED OCTOPUS, SIR.
Octavio: Excuse me?
Roombot: THIS IS ROOMBOT UNIT #05701. YOU ORDERED COOKED OCTOPUS.
Octavio: Wh-what?! Cooked octopus, that’s disgusting! Do you really think I’d eat my own kind, tin can?
Roombot: THAT IS WHAT YOU ORDERED-
Octavio: I ordered prawns, you idiot! Now get that plate out of here before I throw up. 
Roombot: I WILL JUST PLACE IT DOWN ON THE TABLE FOR YOU. HAVE A GOOD DAY, SIR. THIS MISTAKE WILL BE LOGGED WITH THE IT DEPARTMENT.
Octavio: (...I can’t get up to remove it. The song’s about to finish. Eugh, do I seriously have to keep on operating the radio while staring at THAT? Ew, I think I’m actually gonna be sick…)
Octavio: W-well folks, this is Octavio Radio, and that was a song! Time for… Time for another one! This next song… Is… (desperately searching his record cabinet) It’s- (Octavio puts his tentacles to his mouth) Urp...
(Meanwhile, Flippa listens to the radio from his room)
Octavio: (vomiting noises)
Flippa: Huh, abstract title. I like it.
Octavio: Eugh… This has GOT to be a prank by that other radio. I’m through with them. THEY’LL FACE MY WRATH!	
(meanwhile in the Valentian Radio room, where Alm and Celica are still being held at gunpoint. Bow Kid walks in and remotely deactivates them)
Bow Kid: Haha, sorry about that. Their order permissions must’ve glitched. Let me just restart them…
(The Roombots reactivated and continue pointing their weapons at Poison Balloon)
Poison Balloon: Ugh…
Bow Kid: Okay. Poison Balloon, you’re coming with me. Sorry about the interview.
(Bow Kid, Poison Balloon, and the Roombots leave)
Celica: ...Okay, the problems are sorted. But, uh, the interview is cancelled.
Alm: ...That was scary. What caused the Roombots to act like that?
Celica: I call foul play. Somebody must’ve tampered with them… Wait, Octavio! He must’ve messed with their configurations!
Alm: How could he? He’ll pay for this! We’ll show him who’s the best!
(meanwhile, the IT department are busy looking through the viewings of the two radio stations)
Roy: So… People are listening to both stations. They’re just as popular, somehow. It’s reached a stalemate.
Jen: I thought you said you didn’t care about what goes on inside the hotel?
Roy: This is different, Jen! It’s radio wars!
Moss: I’ve analysed the individual viewing rates and it seems Valentian Radio has a very slight lead. Maybe because their quizzes aren’t unfair?
Roy: They make up for it with never being able to finish an interview.
Jen: So these radios are earning Pons, aren’t they? But how is that calculated?
Moss: People pay to have their radios hooked up to the stations. Not to mention all the donations that are coming in.
Jen: And which is earning more net val- (checks and sees that both radios have the same net value) Oh! They’re both earning just as much! 
Roy: It isn’t all about the cash, Jen. It’s about the RESPECT. Which radio station do you think the people respect more?
Moss: Sadly, we don’t have a numerical value for respect.
Jen: Uh… I guess...
(meanwhile, Octavio is angrily hopping down one set of corridors, while Alm and Celica run down another. Along the way, the three cross paths, and Alm and Celica both end up tripping over Octavio’s tentacles, throwing him down with them as they do)
Octavio: HEY! LOOK WHERE YOU’RE GOING, YOU… YOU! HOW DARE YOU SWITCH MY ORDER TO FRIED OCTOPUS! YOU SICKOS!
Celica: What are you talking about? We didn’t do anything!
Alm: Octavio, (draws his sword) have you been tampering with the Roombots?
Octavio: I’d have liked to on the one that misplaced my order of prawns! I don’t even know how they work, morons! I’m only familiar with Octarian tech!
Alm: How else would the Roombots have tried to attack us during an interview?
Octavio: They just glitch in the face of your filthy reviewing skills! It shows you’ve both never picked up a microphone before!
Celica: Excuse us?
(Celica casts fire magic on Octavio, but he easily dodges) 
Octavio: Oh, resorting to violence? That’s rich! You can’t beat my argument, huh?
Alm: Need I remind you who grabbed me into a tentacle lock and threatened to SUFFOCATE me?
Octavio: THAT WAS IN THE HEAT OF THE MOMENT! IT DOESN’T COUNT!
Celica: How about if we refrain from fighting over the radios? We can settle this in the civilised way…
Octavio: CIVILISED!? YOU LITERALLY JUST THREW FIRE MAGIC AT ME!
Celica: That was in the past. Let’s take this to the manager.
(cut to Alm, Celica and Octavio at Hat Kid’s office)
Hat Kid: I kinda expected this to happen.
Alm and Celica: (simultaneously) We need him to shut down his radio.
Octavio: (simultaneously) I need them to shut down their radio.
Hat Kid: ...oh… kay…
Roombot: MANAGER, THEY ALL WANT TO SHUT DOWN EACH OTHER’S RADIO.
Hat Kid: I… kinda gathered that. How about a competition?
Celica: A radio competition?
Hat Kid: In order to see which radio’s fit to stay, we’ll give them a live contest to show which one’s better at their job!
Octavio: Pfff, piece of cake. I’m gonna remix your faces!
Alm: Well, we may be new to this radio business, but we’ve both learned a lot!
Octavio: You think you know anything? I’ve been a DJ since I could WALK!
Celica: Have you considered our audience, though? The nexus invites people from many eras, and not all of them like the same music. 
Octavio: Please. Who wouldn’t like my Wasabi Beats!? It’s certainly better than the bland trash you put on your radio!
Hat Kid: Hey, save the arguing for the actual event! Until then, get onto your radios and start publicising! You three are gonna need your best songs playing. So… Get to work! And please stop arguing in my office!
(turning clock transition to show the next day. We see the hotel theatre with a full audience and closed curtains, which soon open, as DJ Grooves shines a spotlight on-stage to reveal Hat Kid with a microphone)
Hat Kid: Welcome one, welcome all, to the Time Junction Radio Showdown! On this day, our two radio stations are here to compete LIVE, and see which one is going to stay!
(polite applause)
Hat Kid: In this corner… (spotlight turns to DJ Octavio at a grand DJ booth) …we have Octavio Radio, run by DJ Octavio, the owner of our very own Wasabi Beats!
Octavio: I will take back what’s mine! Prepare to taste my dust!
(applause mostly just from Flippa)
Hat Kid: In the other corner… (spotlight turns to a simple but advanced DJ booth with two seats) …we have Valentian Radio, run by newcomers Alm and Celica!
Alm: We’ll easily knock you off your feet!
Celica: ...don’t you mean tentacles? But yeah!
(quiet applause)
(Meanwhile, above the stage, DJ Grooves and Conductor are managing the lighting)
Conductor: Ey, Grooves. Ain’t YOU a qualified DJ too?
Grooves: This isn’t my fight, darling. It’s not my fight.
(Back on the stage)
Hat Kid: We’ve given you all timetables on when each round is happening. Check in at 10:15 for Valentian Radio’s news broadcast, and then at 10:30 for the news from Octavio Radio! Until then, we’ll give our hosts time to prepare!
(The curtains close, giving the radio hosts privacy)
Alm: Okay, we’ve got our script sorted, right?
Celica: Well, we do have our news story… (looks at the script for the Poison Balloon news) ...but this isn’t current.
Alm: Is there anything more recent that we can cover?
Celica: ...nothing that I know of.
Alm: Uhh… What if we make something up? The audience wouldn’t know, right?
Celica: Isn’t that untrustworthy? We could get disqualified for that…
Alm: Have you got any better ideas? We can’t run an old news story again.
Celica: Maybe if we were more social, we would’ve been told more…
Hat Kid: (on the speakers) The news will begin in one minute!
Celica: Agh, nevermind! But we need to make it convincing!
Alm: Trust me! I’ve got an AMAZING idea!
(the news at 10:15 begins)
Alm: Hello, Time Junction, and welcome to the Valentian Radio live contest! We’ve got some killer news for you today, so let’s zoom through today’s headlines!
Celica: Okay… Breaking news! A large mutant sushi monster went on a rampage at the Kirbies’ restaurant! (whispers) Alm, this is too unrealistic!
Alm: (whispers) I was feeling hungry.
Celica: (Turns back to the audience) Uh, the monster destroyed a large portion of the hotel, and was promptly destroyed by a squadron of super-powered robots.
Alm: After that, an entire solar system veered too close to the hotel, giving the guests a great view of space out their windows.
Celica: (whispers) ALM, THE HOTEL ISN’T IN SPACE!
Alm: (whispers) It’s not?
Celica: And finally, a gang of bandit dogs broke into the hotel and held several stores at gunpoint. Thankfully, the group was dispersed by… (reads script) ...headpats. (whispers) Seriously? Dogs?
Alm: And that’s all for our news! Ideally, please don’t do any fact checking, as the aforementioned incidents may be too traumatic for witnesses to recall. Now it’s over to Octavio Radio in 15 minutes… But it’s not like he’ll tell you anything worth telling, right?
(audience laughs)
Celica: Okay, maybe cool down the trash talk. Anyway, see you all for the quiz!
(the curtains close)
Celica: I’d like to see Octavio beat that. Wait, he probably will…
Alm: He’s been here a lot longer than us, after all.
(Meanwhile, at Octavio’s booth)
Octavio: This is too easy! All that stuff was entirely made up! ...unless I DID repress the trauma of it. BAH, WHAT AM I SAYING!? What kind of animal gang would commit crime in a time nexus?
(the news at 10:30 begins)
Octavio: Wassup, Time Junction! In the news at half past ten, hotel guest Sarv… Saane? No, Sanae Kochiya! Sanae has announced her upcoming card game, Aquashooters, to the general public! Soon, this nexus will finally have one of the few things it’s missing! Proper gaming!
Octavio: Additionally, an unidentified golden object was spotted careening down the halls, but it was promptly captured by Roombot security and detained to an exit rift. Nobody was injured, but some of the walls and carpeting were damaged!
Octavio: Finally, the Kirbies have added a new deal to their menu - a Star Combo Meal. You can order any combination of a main, side and a dessert for a cheaper price. This offer is limited-time, so make sure to go while you can!
(at the judging booth)
Bow Kid: I think the judging’s quite easy on this one.
Snatcher: Yeah. When were there bandit dogs in the Grand Slam’s minute of glory? We don’t even have dogs! Not yet, at least!
Vanessa: There weren’t any casualties, either! I was, umm… trying to raise the stakes when I mentioned the sixty-five earlier.
Bow Kid: You and your dark humour…
(The judges write down their scores)
Hat Kid: The judges have decided! The winner of this round is Octavio Radio! The score is one-nil to Octavio! Next round, the quiz! The Valentian Radio quiz will begin in 15 minutes, so stay tuned!
(The curtains close)
Alm: That wasn’t fair at all. We only got here last week, so how would we know any of this stuff?
Celica: We’ll have to ace the other rounds to compensate. The quiz should be easy, since Octavio only knows obscure Octarian trivia.
(Meanwhile, at Octavio’s booth)
Octavio: This should be a breeze. My questions are so easy, even a baby could answer them!
(at 11:00, Alm and Celica’s quiz begins)
Alm: Hello and welcome to Valentian Radio’s live quiz special! We haven’t got much time, so let’s jump straight into the question… Question One! How many cards are there in a standard pack of cards?
(listeners in their hotel rooms write the answer)
Celica: The correct answer is fifty-two - four suits with thirteen each!
Alm: The questions get harder, though. Let’s move to the next!
Celica: Question Two… (takes the trivia book and finds the bookmarked page) in metres, how long is an Olympic swimming pool?
(listeners in their hotel rooms write the answer again)
Alm: The correct answer is fifty metres!
Celica: And finally, the last question… Question Three! What nut is used to make marzipan?
(listeners in their hotel rooms write the answer yet again)
Alm: The correct answer is… almonds!
Celica: ...wait, ALM-onds?
Alm: Hahaha…
Celica: ...well, that’s the end of our quiz! Congratulations to everyone that got them all right!
Alm: We’ll see you later, when we play our best song! For now, you’d be better off tuning out before you hear Octavio’s terrible attempt at a qu-
(The curtains close abruptly, cutting off Alm’s sentence)
Celica: Alm, what did I say about talking the enemy down?
Alm: I know… it’s just funny to imagine how horrible his questions are going to be....
(at 11:30, Octavio’s quiz begins)
Octavio: Welcome back to Octavio Radio! Despite what you may have HEARD, I’ve toned down my questions to suit a more general audience. So… let’s get straight into it!
Octavio: Questions ahoy! (musical riff plays) Question Number 1. How many Octocopters are needed to carry the Octo Shower?
(all the guests at home and in the audience are still confused)
Octavio: Oh, come on! It’s simple, guys! (musical riff plays for longer) Oh, we’re out of time! On to Question Number 2! What type of weapon are most Octoling soldiers outfitted with? This one is easy!
(more confusion from the audience)
Octavio: … (musical riff plays) I give up on you people. It’s uncanny how easy it is. Question Number 3! Where do Octarians live? I’ll be soul-crushed if you people get this one wrong!
(silence from the audience)
Octavio: OH, FORGET IT! YOU PEOPLE MAKE ME ASHAMED! YOU DON’T KNOW A SINGLE SPLATTING THING! I’M FINISHED WITH YOU IMBECILES! (slams the microphone down and walks off in a huff)
(Octavio jumps out of his DJ Booth and physically pulls the curtains shut)
Hat Kid: Uh… That’s it for Octavio’s quiz! So, let’s move on to round two’s judging.
(at the judging booth)
Bow Kid: …what was Octavio even on about?
Vanessa: Those questions were too personal to him. I didn’t have a clue!
Snatcher: Hahahahaha! I’ve seen better questions from my toaster!
Hat Kid: The winner of this round is Valentian Radio! They’ve come back, and the score is tied! Come back soon for our final round, the song contest!
(Behind the curtain, the two radios are preparing)
Alm: Okay… our best song… any ideas, Celica?
Celica: I’ve got one. What about Dancing Cosmos?
Alm: Again? We can’t repeat our songs… Wait, I know! Double Days!
Celica: Double Days? You’re sure this will beat Octavio?
Alm: I’m certain.
Celica: Let’s do it, then!
(at 11:50, Valentian Radio are ready to play the music)
Alm: Welcome back, everybody. We’re about to give you an extra-special taste of the music we provide at Valentian Radio.
Celica: It’s a personal favourite of Alm and mine… we hope you enjoy Double Days!
(music plays, we see several guests enjoying the music)
(next, at 11:55, DJ Octavio is already ready to play his music)
Octavio: Wassup, once again! I hope you’re all prepared to rock, ‘cause you’re all about to get a fresh dose of sick wasabi beats! It’s my magnum opus, so give it up for… I Am Octavio!
(music plays)
(at the judging booth)
Vanessa: Valentian Radio easily won this round.
Snatcher: No, no! I think Octavio came out top!
Bow Kid: Well, I think neither of them won. Both songs were good in their own way!
Hat Kid: Hey, that’s the same as my thoughts! So… big surprise! This round ended in a tie! Our score is still one-all, so we’ll have a bonus round as the decider!
Octavio: W-WHAT!? I HAD YOU DWEEBS BEAT!
(the time ticks to 12:30, and Alm, Celica and Octavio are gathered at the stage again with Hat Kid)
Hat Kid: Now, for the bonus round to begin! To properly gauge the opinions of the people, we’ll have a race to see who can get the most signatures!
Celica: So we just run around and get people to sign on a notepad, right?
Octavio: WAIT JUST A MINUTE, TWERPS! This is two against one! Do you realise how unfair this is!?
Hat Kid: ...He’s got a point. Okay, one of you will have to stay behind for this. So it’s completely fair.
Celica: You can do it, Alm. I’ve never been good at running…
Alm: Alright. Are you ready for this, Octavio?
Octavio: Me? You’d better be ready yourself, because I’m gonna dubstomp you into oblivion!
Hat Kid: You’ll both start running when I say “Go”. You have thirty minutes to get back here in time. Take these notepads and pencils.
(lights start cycling, a dramatic fanfare plays. The camera pans up as DJ Grooves is seen doing a drum roll at the lighting set, while the Conductor just stares at him)
Hat Kid: Three! Two! One! GO!
(Alm and Octavio set off in opposite directions)
Celica: Good luck, Alm! 
(pause)
Celica: ...maybe I’ll check out Octavio’s setup while he’s gone. That light show was crazy...
(Alm is running down the corridors, soon coming across a place full of doors. Guests exit out of the doors, and he catches them as they do, asking them questions in montage form and writing their answers down on his notepad)
(Meanwhile, Octavio is doing the same, but notably slower, as his movement is limited to hopping. However, he soon comes across Marina)
Octavio: Hey, I know you! You’re Marina Ida, right? I heard about your top-notch engineering work on the Flooder line of Octarian weapons.
Marina: (Shoot, he must be from a point in time before I left the Octarians.)
Octavio: Hello? Is everything ok? I need you to sign this notepad. I’m running short on time!
Marina: ...wait, are you seriously just hopping around?
Octavio: Does it look like I have any other- Wait, I’m your boss! You can do the work FOR me!
Marina: Well, I-
Octavio: (presses the notepad into Marina’s hands and hops off) Much appreciated! I’ll put in a good word for you when I leave the hotel and get back to Octo Valley!
Marina: (sigh) I guess I’ve got no choice. I wouldn’t want Octavio’s radio to shut down just because of me.
(Marina runs off)
(Meanwhile, Celica is inspecting Octavio’s DJ Booth behind the curtain)
Celica: Wow, I’ve never seen anything like this before. What is this? Octary-An tech? Is that what his species is? Either way, it’s state of the art.
(Celica opens multiple panels to take a look inside)
Celica: Record holders, speaker systems, missile… missile launchers? What are those?
(Celica looks deeper and finds many weapons concealed within the “booth”)
Celica: Wait, this isn’t a DJ Booth! It’s full of weapons! So he IS a sore loser… I need to warn Alm!
(We see Alm continuing to go around and gather feedback from guests, while Marina does the same on Octavio’s behalf)
(We next see Hat Kid checking the time - ten minutes left)
Hat Kid: We have ten minutes left! Let’s hope they get back soon!
(More scenes of Alm and Marina talking to the guests. Hat Kid checks the time again - two minutes left)
Hat Kid: Three minutes now… (scene of Alm flashes) Two and a half… (scene of Marina flashes) Two… (scene of Alm flashes) Ninety seconds… (scene of Marina giving her notes back to Octavio) Sixty… (Alm returns to the stage) Forty-five… (Octavio is still hopping to the stage) Thirty… twenty… ten… (Octavio arrives at the stage) Five, four, three, two, one, time over!
Octavio: Huff… puff… Haha! It’s over, Alm! The airwaves are MINE!
Hat Kid: Well, let’s see. Show us how many reviews you got! Let’s start with…
Octavio: Go ahead, you’ll see how better I did than-
Hat Kid: ...Alm!
Alm: Alright. I gathered… fifty-four reviews total!
Hat Kid: ...and Octavio?
Octavio: Eighty-eight! 
Alm: Wha-!? With those stubby limbs?
Octavio: Read it and weep, twerps!
(the Snatcher stretches in from Octavio’s shadow and takes a look)
Snatcher: Let’s see… four, five… hey, did you get new handwriting?
Octavio: Uh… you realise Octarian tentacles all have individual handwriting, right? I just used two hands!
(Vanessa walks on stage)
Vanessa: Hold on, I have an idea. Octavio, (hands a slip of paper) can I get your autograph?
Octavio: Gladly! (signs his name in obviously different font)
Hat Kid, Vanessa and Snatcher: (gasp)
Vanessa: A-ha! You ARE cheating! Straight to the dungeon with you!
Hat Kid: We don’t have a dungeon!
Vanessa: It’s a figure of speech!
Hat Kid: Okay, okay. Either way, you’re immediately disqualified. So… Valentian Radio wi-
Octavio: Shut it! Did you really think I’d give up this easily!?
(Octavio jumps into his radio booth)
Octavio: The truth is… this booth is a-
Celica: (runs in) Combat mech! I know!
Octavio: H-huh!? You little SNOOP!
Hat Kid: Snatcher, call security. By the authority of the Time Junction, you are under arr-
Octavio: I SAID SHUT IT! You people want an encore? You’ll get one!
(Octavio activates the Octobot King, which rises nto the air and reveals its fists)
Celica: Yeah, about that… I took a look while I was alone on the stage… and I snuck some magic in.
(the fists on the Octobot King blow off with a blast of fire magic)
Octavio: AGH! YOU IMPRUDENT INKQUIRT!
(the Octobot King collapses, with the roof falling on top of Octavio, who splatters into ink)
Hat Kid: Twice in two weeks… He’s set a new record…
(Marina runs in)
Marina: Agh, what happened!?
Hat Kid: Marina, do you have a respawner? We need to revive Octavio. Again.
Marina: Uh… I think I left it in my room…
Snatcher: We also need to track down the despicable soul that helped Octavio cheat!
Marina: Haha, good luck with that… I’m just gonna go and get the respawner…
Hat Kid: (walks to the microphone) So… The results are in! Valentian Radio win, with a score of- wait, we disqualified Octavio. Uh, anyway...  Valentian Radio will stay on the air, and Octavio Radio is no more!
Snatcher: Maybe we should hold off on respawning him for a while.
(the crowd applaud Alm and Celica as they bow on the stage)
Alm: (whispers) So… what now?
Celica: (whispers) I think we need a break from radio for a while…
Written by MirrorSamurai and MR Z BRAINZ
(Post-credits scene)
(We see Worm in their room alone eating the stolen chocolate bar)
Worm: Haha, still totally worth it.
(Wet Balloon knocks on the door)
Wet Balloon: Hey, W! Vincent’s telling me you nicked his chocolate!
Worm: Yeah, and I have no intention of giving it back!
Wet Balloon: That’s fine. You can just sit here on your own and eat it. Like you always do.
Worm: Hey, I could have friends if I wanted to!
Wet Balloon: With an attitude like that, it’s no wonder everyone hates you so much.
Worm: Get out of here and let me eat my chocolate in peace!
Wet Balloon: I hope you enjoy it.
(Wet Balloon leaves)
Worm: Heh, I certainly will.
(pause)
Worm: ...Actually, no. I haven’t got much of a sweet tooth.
(Worm pushes the chocolate bar aside)
Worm: Still worth it, though.
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