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A break room in a long, dark hallway with "Mega Moonstones" is seen. Inside, Gucci Flip Flop, Candy Paint, and Maybe are seen sitting at a table, Neon Grassy is floating around, Oxygen is sitting in a corner pondering something, C is slouching, and Pearly looks troubled.
Candy Paint: I think we did good last time.
Gucci Flip Flop: Totally!
Maybe: I dunno, maybe we did terrible and Clinko didn't care to say that we just sucked.
Candy Paint: Maybe, have faith in us, please.
Maybe: Maybe I should… Be open minded and not biased.
Candy Paint: Ugh… Maybe, just don't screw up on us.
Maybe: ...Alright.
Gucci Flip Flop: Come on, purple blob! We've gotten a good crew! Pearly's a bit of a weary man, but that should not drag us down.
C: Well man, I don't think it's worth the slander.
Pearly: Eugh… Whatever, guy. I just gotta get a grip of what's going on around me. My allergies suck.
Neon Grassy: Hey! He's trying!
Oxygen is seen in the corner writing on a notepad.
Oxygen: Well, let's look at the facts. Neon Grassy is quite the element, Pearly's a tad nervous because of his cautions regarding his allergies but perhaps we can help him gain some confidence. I'm just a "box" of oxygen and I think I know myself well enough. Candy Paint is fairly friendly, Gucci Flip Flop is a bit of a guy who's… Excitable? Not sure how I could word him. Maybe is undecided and can be hard to work with sometimes, and C has a bit of an ego.
Pearly: You have a physical form?
Oxygen: Not as a solid.
Pearly: I'm allergic to basic element gases.
Oxygen: Oh dear! Do you need an inhaler?
Pearly: No.
Pearly looks at oxygen and runs away but bumps into the wall.
Oxygen: Well then, what was I saying?
Neon Grassy: C had an ego, I'm quite the element, Candy Paint was nice,
C: Ego? Pff, I'm just taking in what's around me and going with the flow!
Neon Grassy: And your flow is trying to be the cool guy?
C: Cool starts with C, y'know. Owned.
Maybe: Maybe you're just pathetic.
C: Grr…
Neon Grassy: H-hey! Maybe I'm not as pathetic as you!
Maybe: Maybe…
Neon Grassy: I can breathe in space!
Maybe: Maybe I don't care.
Neon Grassy: Maybe? Maybe you should shut up.
Maybe: Maybe I should.
Neon Grassy: Glad to see you agree.
Oxygen looks shocked and frets.
Oxygen: I didn't mean it like that! I take it back, you're pretty cool, C.
C: Just as I thought!
Gucci Flip Flop: I think we could get along, C.
C: Huh?
Gucci Flip Flop: Well, y'know, you're so cool.
C: Well, I'm FlAtTeReD.
Gucci Flip Flop: I didn't mean it sarcastically!
Candy Paint: We know each other fairly well, I can read Gucci's sarcasm senses. He's not fibbing.
C: You REALLY mean it? Test me.
Gucci Flip Flop: Of course.
C: What's my full name?
Gucci Flip Flop: If you look in the dictionary to see how you pronounce "C", it says "Cee".
C: Huh?
Gucci Flip Flop: Um… A- Urk. Darn…
Gucci Flip Flop grabs a piece of paper and writes down "Cee".
C: …
As C looks at the paper, Gucci Flip Flop looks nervous. Candy Paint is seen with a determined look.
C: ...Correct.
Gucci Flip Flop: Really?
C: Guess we'll be friends now. Doesn't mean that I won't let you win.
Gucci Flip Flop: Awesome!
C and Gucci Flip Flop shake hands.
Candy Paint: Congrats, Gucci! You made yourself a nice friend!
Pearly: I wish my allergies never got in the way of friend making…
Candy Paint: I can be your friend.
Pearly: Really? Are you made of oil?
Candy Paint: No.
Pearly: I guess we can be friends.
Candy Paint: Awesome!
Candy Paint and Pearly move close together and hum.
Oxygen: That's great for them all.
Neon Grassy: Yeah, now if you'll excuse me, I gotta find a misplaced thing I left in space.
Neon Grassy flies out at a super fast speed through the hallway and out a window and from the stratosphere, the mesosphere, to the thermosphere and is in space.
Neon Grassy: Gee, space sure is weird. It's cool, though.
Neon Grassy notices a box of junk and opens it.
Neon Grassy: Bingo!
Neon Grassy rummages through the boxes and finds a telescope.
Neon Grassy: This will be useful for making friends.
Neon Grassy flies back to Clinko's building.
Neon Grassy: I'm back!
Maybe: What happened?
Neon Grassy: I brought one of my possessions from space. It's a telescope!
Neon Grassy places his telescope on the break room's floor.
Gucci Flip Flop: Neato!
C: So… Now what?
Neon Grassy: You use it to observe the stars in outer space! Space is one of my favorite places to be.
C: ...Ok. You do realise that we're in a building, right? We have no use for this.
Neon Grassy: Darn, you're right.
Neon Grassy sadly puts his telescope away.
Candy Paint: Maybe we can see the stars later, NG!
Oxygen: Candy Paint is right, maybe another time.
Neon Grassy: Hmph.
The camera pans out of the break room. The camera then moves through the hallway out a window and it zooms through the clouds.
Camerapidgeon: Where's the Atomic Reapers?
Marmoset Angel 1: I believe you're mistaken. They were revived and are no longer in Heaven.
Marmoset Angel 2: Try looking where they died…?
Marmoset Angel 1: Uh, I have some intel on revival for this show.
Marmoset Angel 2: What show?
Marmoset Angel 1: Corporate Businessman's Telethon, Mrs. Marmoset! Clinko invented his Patented Revival Machine, killed himself, and gave me the details about the show!
Camerapidgeon: Gotcha. I just remembered the contestants died and figured they would be here. My mistake.
The camera flies away.
Moth Angel: Hold up, if he's alive, how did get to heaven?
The camera backtracks to Clinko's building and finds a breakroom with the Atomic Reapers.
Keychain: I can't believe we died.
Comic Book: Even heroes need a little time to cry. *sob*
Milk Flavored Straw: Man, I wish we were still in heaven!
Doggie Bone: Who cares? I just wanna eat some potato chips.
Doggie Bone grabs a bag of potato chips and starts scarfing them down.
Comic Book: Gluttony is a sin, you know!
Doggie Bone: Shut up, goody two shoes. I wanna fricking eat.
Flavored Milk Straw: Say, I'm hungry too. I'd actually like it if I had some pie.
Keychain: Aren't you milk flavored?
Silence.
Milk Flavored Straw: No. You PUT me in milk to FLAVOR it. A milk flavor thing sounds gross as hell.
Doggie Bone: *chew smack scarf nom*
Milkshake: Not gonna lie, you eating those potato chips sure makes me hungry…
Keychain: I'd like some fries.
Comic Book: A heroic diet of mine requires an apples.
Flamingo Plush: I want shrimp!
Milkshake: This is all Flamingo Plush's fault, guys! If she never crashed her firetruck, we would have never died!
Milkshake covers her mouth in disbelief over what she said.
Flamingo Plush: Sometimes the biggest wins require the biggest sacrifices.
Brown Kind of Flower grabs Flamingo Plush by her neck.
Brown Kind of Flower: Does that win even matter when we died!?
Flamingo Plush: Death is cheap.
Brown Kind of Flower: What do you mean?
Flamingo Plush: Are you unaware of the Patented Revival Machine that Clinko invented?
Milkshake: What the hell are you talking about? We're dead!
Flamingo Plush: You think you're still dead? Touch me, Doggie Bone.
Doggie Bone: Huh?
Flamingo Plush: If I'm dead, you can't touch my physical being. Try me.
Doggie Bone: Hmph, alright.
Doggie Bone puts his hand on Flaming Plush and feels her plushiness. He is shocked.
Doggie Bone: I'm… Not dead?
Flamingo Plush: No. Weren't you the one who said we were gonna be revived anyway when we were briefly in heaven?
Doggie Bone: Oh yeah, that makes sense now.
Milkshake: Let me try.
Milkshake puts her hand on Flamingo Plush.
Milkshake: I take it back, I think we're alive.
Suddenly, the Strawberry on Milkshake's puff whipped cream talks.
Strawberry: Yay! I fear dying. People who eat strawberries first in their milkshakes should rot in hell!
Comic Book: Hey! Don't say hell! As your local superh-
Strawberry: Why would you arrest a goddamn strawberry?
Comic Book: Nobody is exempt from the law, miss!
Strawberry: Yeah. Whatever.
Milkshake: Woah, you can talk?
Strawberry: Well, duh! Did you NOT notice I had a face and arms?
Milkshake: Oh. Well then, welcome to the team!
Strawberry: Whatever.
Doggie Bone: You know that Strawberry can't be her own separate contestant, right?
Flamingo Plush: Anyway, in the contract, it was stated that upon death, it was Clinko's responsibility to revive us. Was it not?
Milkshake: We don't have the contract on hand though.
Keychain: Yeah.
Flamingo Plush: Well, it's there if we find one again! Death is cheap and that's pretty much final.
Brown Kind of Flower looks mad.
Brown Kind of Flower: I don't believe you!
Flamingo Plush: Well-
Brown Kind of Flower punches Flamingo Plush and she flies across the room and bounces on Keychain.
Flamingo Plush: Ow!
Keychain: Ow.
Flamingo Plush: What the hell was that for, bastard!?
Brown Kind of Flower: I'm certain I'm still dead, we're in heaven, and Flamingo Plush is a LIAR!
Keychain: Do you ever read anything, like, ever?
Brown Kind of Flower: One more word before I pumbell you, green block with a star on it.
Keychain: My name's Keychain. The contract also states that-
Brown Kind of Flower grabs Keychain's "tail".
Brown Kind of Flower: You look cute when you're mad. I love stirring up a little drama.
Keychain: Unhand me, you jerk! What's the meaning of this!?
Milk Flavored Straw: Wait! You're INTENTIONALLY causing this!?
Brown Kind of Flower: (quitely) My tongue slipped, crap!
Milkshake: Are you just doing this for a reaction?
Brown Kind of Flower: Well… Yes.
Flamingo Plush: Oh brother.
Brown Kind of Flower: You see, I was a well known internet troll on Reddit. I; one day, went too far and harassed a person known as "Ultra Dart" to the point they attempted suicide. Ultra Dart's best friend, Walten Tophat, sued me in damages for $6 million. Ever since then, I was admitted to a mental hospital for 3 years and 4 months for a removal from society and rehabilitation. I was given a therapist to improve as a person and I have since then attempted to relive my glory days by hurting people. I bet my therapist would be disgusted right now…
Keychain: Are you going to put me down or what?
Brown Kind of Flower: Sure.
Brown Kind of Flower puts down Keychain and he walks away.
Keychain: Ugh.
Milkshake: Y'know, it's really hard to sympathise with you after you admitted to bullying someone to the point they attempted suicide and I before my own eyes say you assault someone.
Comic Book: The world has mercy upon you, Brown Kind of Flower.
Flamingo Plush: Comic Book, weren't YOU the superhero wannabe?
Comic Book: Every villain deserves a redemption arc! They can really improve as people.
Milk Flavored Straw: Except the "villain" has just unfolded to subvert his "redemption arc" by punching an innocent stuffed flamingo after arguing whether he is alive or not.
Brown Kind of Flower:...
Comic Book: Come on, villain, we can redeem you and maybe you can become an anti-hero in the long run of things!
Milkshake: I question your morals, Comic Book.
Comic Book: Do you wanna get locked up for opposing the hero!?
Milkshake: I don't even care anymore.
Brown Kind of Flower: Comic Book, I'm glad you see my side of things.
Comic Book: No problem! Everyone deserves a second chance.
Flamingo Plush: I got a rip in me! Oh no... Oh wait, I know! I can use my powers!
Flamingo Plush glows in a beam of light and her rip is magically repaired.
Flamingo Plush: Whew! I'm so glad I have my powers on me.
Keychain: Woah! You have magic powers!?
Flamingo Plush: Of course! I can teleport, revive, and heal people! But I need a lot of energy to do that stuff.
Keychain: That's neat!
Strawberry: Can you summon me some whipped cream that I can wear as a hat?
Flamingo Plush: No… Summoning food is one of the few things I can't do with my magic powers.
Strawberry: Aww… I want a whipped cream hat just like Milkshake!
Milkshake: Y'know, you could just grab a wad of whipped cream from me and put it on your head.
Strawberry: Okay!
Strawberry grabs a tuft of whipped cream off of Milkshake and puts it on her head.
Strawberry: This is so cool.
Milkshake: You're welcome.
Keychain: I'm just glad that we're all here and we managed to win the last challenge, even if it did cost our lives.
Milk Flavored Straw: Yeah, I think Keychain's right.
Flamingo Plush: I agree!
Comic Book: We won, therefore we are heroes!
Milkshake: We stole a firetruck…
Brown Kind of Flower notices Flaming Plush and tries to talk to her.
Brown Kind of Flower: Flamingo Plush?
Flamingo Plush: Hmph!
Brown Kind of Flower: Oh well… At least I tried to apologize.
Comic Book: Your redemption act is sure to win over some fans, I know it!
Brown Kind of Flower: You think so, Comic Book?
Comic Book: Maybe if you get good enough, you can possibly become my sidekick!
Brown Kind of Flower's eyes light up.
Brown Kind of Flower: Wow… I've never received this much support in a long time! I…
Brown Kind of Flower gets down on one of his knees and hugs Comic Book.
Brown Kind of Flower: ...Can't thank you enough.
Comic Book: It's no problem!
Comic Book and Brown Kind of Flower hug each other while Milk Flavored Straw looks from afar.
Milk Flavored Straw: They're totally gay.
The camera cuts out of the meeting room. The camera then pans out of a window and to the roof of the building. The Gentle Warriors our seen on top of the roof.
Paperclip Snake: This is bad. We already lost our first challenge and one of us is gonna get the boot.
Beehive: Who's gonna go?
Paperclip Snake: Probably not you, Beehive. I think that I may get a vote or 2 because of my demands to be petted.
Paper Lantern: I very shy. I be scared for my safety.
Paperclip Snake: You did nothing wrong, Paper Lantern, I'd bet you'd be safe.
Paper Lantern: Okay.
Paperclip Snake: Does that make you feel any happier?
Paper Lantern: Kind of.
Paperclip Snake: Good, now reward my encouragement with some pets.
Paper Lantern pets Paperclip Snake.
Paperclip Snake: Ooh, ahhhh… Ah, yeah… Mmmm…
Octagon: You're weird.
Daisy Flower: Oh, I don't know! If it's not me, that means I'm one step closer to winning!
Beehive: At least you're acting optimistic. If I'm gonna try to remember what I've done wrong… I think I got upset and some of my bees came out.
Cat Bell: Meow, what did you do in the challenge that may have affected the viewers' opinion on yon?
Beehive: I did nothing in the challenge, I was simply let down by my first impression to everybody.
Yoylebook: It's not the end of the world, Beehive! You can always try your best next challenge! I too, did absolutely nothing.
Beehive: Then who did something?
Yoylebook: Everyone except us.
Beehive: Darn. What kept you from contributing?
Yoylebook: Oh, well, y'know…
Beehive: Hm? Is there an issue?
Yoylebook: I… Actually didn't have a reason to not do anything myself.
Beehive: Maybe it's our fault for our team's loss for not doing anything.
Cat Bell: We at least gave it our best shot, nya?
Octagon: Well, apparently I'm the one to blame for our loss.
Beehive: Why is that?
Octagon: I hid the Office DeClutterer and it just… Disappeared.
Paperclip Snake: It didn't just disappear, you were too lazy to keep an eye on it and the Atomic Reapers hit it and destroyed it.
Daisy Flower: That sucks, man.
Octagon: Well, I'm glad that I at least did something. If the viewers are voting based on usefulness, I bet that I'll be safe!
Paper Lantern: Guānzhòng bìng bù shǎ. Tāmen kàn dàole yīqiè, tāmen mùdǔle nín duì wǒmen ānquán de lěngmò.
(The viewers aren't stupid. They see everything and they witnessed your apathy about our safety.)
Octagon: Sorry, I don't care about the thoughts of Chinese people.
Everyone gasps.
Paper Lantern: Shenmé!?
(What!?)
Beehive: Oh dear… I don't want to hear an argument now!
Beehive covers her "ears".
Cat Bell: Well then, looks like our team has a racist!
Paperclip Snake: More of a reason to dislike you, Octagon!
Daisy Flower: I am ashamed of you.
Yoylebook: ...Um, ok.
Octagon: Who cares? It's jot like I can even understand her.
Paper Lantern: I can speak English, although not extremely good.
Octagon: Then speak English always. Watch videos on how the English language works. You're in East Virginia, Paper Lantern. Nobody is going to adjust to your language as you see convenient.
Paper Lantern looks away and almost wants to cry.
Paperclip Smake: Jesus, Octagon! What the hell were you thinking!?
Octagon: I have no time or patience to learn Chinese, that's all.
Daisy Flower: No, you openly stated that you disliked Paper Lantern because she mostly speaks Chinese!
Octagon: Um… No?
Beehive: You pretty much everything you needed to say to be considered a bigot.
Octagon: Yeah, whatever.
Paperclip Snake: Paper Lantern?
Paper Lantern: Shí?
(Yes?)
Paperclip Snake: You don't need to speak English if you don't feel comfortable doing so.
Paper Lantern: Rúguǒ nín mǎnyì, wǒ yīdìng huì zhuā zhù jīhuì! Xièxiè!
(If that's okay with you, I will definitely take the opportunity! Thank you!)
Paperclip Snake: No problem! It's my duty to make my teammates feel more welcome.
Paper Lantern: Hǎo ba!
(Okay then!)
Octagon: Ew.
Cat Bell: Be quiet, Chinese-ist!
Yoylebook: That's not even a word.
A figure approaches the Gentle Warriors.
Clinko: Well then, it looks like that you guys are all here! What's going on?
Cat Bell: Octagon hates people who speak Chinese!
Clinko: Why?
Octagon: Because I simply cannot understand the language.
Clinko: Um, okay then. I'm here to collect you people for the elimination ceremony.
Beehive: Oh no! Already?
Clinko: Well, yeah. It's that time.
Daisy Flower: Octagon?
Daisy Flower makes a cutting throat gesture with her finger towards Octagon. Octagon is unfazed.
Octagon: Meh.
Clinko: Well then, Gentle Warriors, follow me to the elimination room!
Clinko walks to the roof exit door with the Gentle Warriors following him down the stairs.
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Clinko is seen walking in a long, dark hallway. The contestants follow from behind.
Beehive: Where are we going?
Clinko: To the elimination room, of course! Where else would I take you?
Yoylebook: I dunno…
Octagon: Who cares?
Daisy Flower: We're the contestants, we have to worry about our fates!
Clinko: Exactly. Stay in a straight line and follow me from behind.
Clinko and the Gentle Warrior walk for about 3 minutes until they reach a decommissioned room resembling a courtroom with a noose in the center.
Daisy Flower: Yikes! This is creepy.
Clinko: This is the elimination room. When your team is up for elimination, you and your teammates will all meet here for the elimination ceremony. The person who is eliminated will be HANGED!
The Gentle Warriors look shocked.
Clinko: Nah, nah; I'm just pulling your leg. When you've been eliminated, you will step onto the platform that looks like a trapdoor next to the noose. From there, you will be dropped into My Personal Torture Dungeon, where Lyndon the Executioner is tasked to be your sole authority, custodian, doctor, and caretaker while you are subjected to torment.
Octagon: Meh. How long is the drop?
Clinko: 8 feet.
Cat Bell: Ouch! That would really suck.
Clinko: Alright everyone, please be seated.
The Gentle Warriors sit down in stools each.
Clinko: Alright then, we got votes. The person with the most votes will be removed from the show and will be sent to the torture chamber.
Beehive: Oh, dear…
Clinko: If you are safe, you will receive a dragonfruit. If you are not, down into the torture chamber for you.
Clinko grabs 6 dragonfruits and grabs a note.
Clinko: Cat Bell and Yoylebook?
Cat Bell and Yoylebook: Yes?
Clinko: Congratulations, you both received zero votes.
Clinko throws 2 dragonfruits at Cat Bell and Yoylebook.
Cat Bell: This is pretty, nya!
Yoylebook: Lemme eat it.
Yoylebook rips off the skin and eats the inside.
Yoylebook: It kinda tastes like a kiwi watermelon with 3 times the seeds.
Clinko: Paperclip Snake and Paper Lantern are both at 1 vote each.
Clinko throws 2 dragonfruits at Paperclip Snake snd Paper Lantern.
Paperclip Snake: Oh cool! I always wanted to try these.
Paper Lantern: Wǒ xǐhuān huǒlóng guǒ! Zhè bǐjiào suān, dànshì dāng nín zài kǎoròu chuàn shàng shāokǎo shí huì gèng hǎo.
(I like dragonfruit! It's rather tart but it's even better when you grill it on a kebab.)
Clinko: We're down to the bottom 3. Either Octagon, Beehive, or Daisy Flower will be eliminated.
Daisy Flower: W-what!? I don't even know anything I did even remotely wrong!
Beehive: I guess there's no second chance for a first impression...
Octagon: Why am I in the bottom 3? I actually did something in the challenge!
Clinko: Beehive?
Beehive: Yes…?
Clinko: The viewers have spared you this time around. You got 4 votes against your safety, which wasn't enough to eliminate you.
Clinko throws a dragonfruit at Beehive.
Beehive: Oh… That's a relief!
Beehive gnaws on her dragonfruit, not knowing how to eat it.
Clinko: Well then, we've reached the bottom 2. Between Octagon and Daisy Flower, one of them will stay for another 5 days, and the other will be dropped into the torture chamber.
Daisy Flower: Oh no!
Octagon: Again, why am I in the bottom 2 if I actually did something for my team?
Clinko: Time to show the results!
Clinko grabs a projector and turns it on.
Clinko: Who's gonna go? Who's gonna go?
Clinko grabs a piece of paper and puts it under the projector light. The paper reads "Daisy: 6 Octagon: 7".
Clinko: Daisy Flower is the last one safe at 6 votes!
Clinko throws a dragonfruit at Daisy Flower.
Daisy Flower: Aw, yeah!
Clinko: Octagon, you received 7 votes, the most out of everyone else, and you're eliminated!
Octagon: H-what!? I actually did something compared to the rest of you guys!
Paperclip Snake: Doesn't mean you did a good job. You weren't even paying any goddamn attention!
Octagon: Why!? Why am I subjected to this!? Not fair in the slightest!
Clinko: The viewers have spoken, Octagon. You gotta accept your fate whether you like it or not.
Octagon: I demand an explanation from the voters!
Clinko: Oh gee, I wonder if the viewers would like an explanation- Oh dear! Looks like we can't contact them! What a goddamn shame.
Paper Lantern: Hahaha!
Clinko: Well then, eight sided two dimensional shape, let's get you to that drop panel, eh?
Octagon: No, NO!
Clinko grabs Octagon and puts him over the trap door next to the noose.
Clinko: As an extra precaution…
Clinko presses a button and an old, rusty steel cage falls over Octagon.
Clinko: You're trapped now. It's all downhill from here, Octagon.
Octagon: NO! STOP THIS! Oh wait, I'm flat! I can just simply slide through the bars an-
Clinko presses another button and the trapdoor opens. Octagon falls through it.
Octagon: AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!
A "Plunk!" noise is heard as Octagon hits the ground below.
Octagon: Hello? Anyo-
Clinko presses the button again and the trapdoor closes, and cuts off Octagon's voice.
Clinko: Now then, contestants! You don't want to end up like Octagon and fall down that pit, eh?
Beehive: Uh, yeah. Sure.
Daisy Flower: Even though I'm safe now, I must wonder… Why did I get so many votes!?
Cat Bell: Some questions are beyond answering, nya.
Paper Lantern: Yěxǔ rénmen rènwéi nín méiyǒu zúgòu de bāngzhù…?
(Maybe people didn't think you were helpful enough...?)
Daisy Flower: I cannot understand a word you're saying, and that's probably for the better.
Paper Lantern: Wèishéme méi rén lǐjiě wǒ!?
(Why does nobody understand me!?)
Paperclip Snake: Paper Lantern, are you ok?
Paper Lantern: Méiyǒu.
(No.)
Paperclip Snake: Well, just try to carry on! A language barrier shouldn't stop you now! Actions speak louder than words!
Paper Lantern: Nǐ yěxǔ shì duì de.
(You're probably right.)
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Paperclip Snake: I am so glad Octagon is gone. He made Paper Lantern so upset.
Paper Lantern: Gàosù wǒ zěnme huí shì er.
(Tell me about it.)
Daisy Flower: Clinko, where are we now?
Clinko: Where you will be doing your challenge.
Cat Bell: I see cameras, props, and green screens, nya! Are we making a movie?
Clinko: No.
Cat Bell: Awww…
Beehive: I think I should try the challenge contribute this time to make up for doing nothing last episode.
Yoylebook: Good choice, Beehive! I bet you'd be a powerhouse for the Gentle Warriors if you at least give it a shot.
Beehive: To be honest, I thought I left a bad impression when I first arrived and it really got under my skin…
Clinko: Contestants, excuse me for a moment.
Paper Lantern: Dāngrán.
(Sure.)
Clinko grabs a wall phone and dials a number. Suddenly, the building's speakers make a feedback noise. Clinko connected to the PA system.
Clinko: Attention, contestants! Please meet me at Filming Lot A! It is located on the 3rd floor with steel double doors. You can't miss it.
Clinko hangs up the phone and the PA system shuts down. The camera then cuts to the decommissioned meeting room with the Atomic Reapers.
Milk Flavored Straw: Well then, we've got a challenge to do guys! Come on.
The Atomic Reapers rush out of the room. The camera cuts to the Mega Moonstones walking out of the break room.
Neon Grassy: Come on, guys!
Maybe: Maybe this challenge will be our downfall.
The Atomic Reapers and Mega Moonstones are seen at the elevator terminals, waiting to get on. The elevator door opens.
Brown Kind of Flower: We were here first! Let us go first!
The Atomi Reapers and Mystic Moonstones fight and beat each other over the elevator. Maybe is indifferent and goes on it while nobody was noticing.
Maybe: Maybe I made a good choice by not fighting.
The elevator dings and the door closes. Everyone catches a glimpse of Maybe as he descends to the 3rd floor.
Candy Paint: Maybe!
Comic Book: That is cowardice to not fight!
Neon Grassy zaps Comic Book.
Neon Grassy: Heh! Sucks not to be an isotope, eh?
Milkshake: Who's the hero archetype again?
Gucci Flip Flop notices a door saying "Fire Stairs".
Gucci Flip Flop: Candy Paint, a staircase! We Moonstones can use the stairs!
Candy Paint: Good eye!
Pearly: Oh no, I'm allergic to running!
The Mystic Moonstones rush down the stairs and the Atomic Reapers are left confused.
Keychain: Huh? Where did they go?
Doggie Bone: Who knows? All I know is that we have the elevator now!
The elevator returns and the Atomic Reapers climb into it.
Flamingo Plush: Here we go!
The elevator door closes and the elevator descends.
Flamingo Plush: I've always liked the scent of elevators.
The elevator door opens and the Atomic Reapers rush out. The Atomic Reapers notice the Mega Moonstones running into Filming Lot A.
Doggie Bone: Hey! How did they all get here first!?
Brown Kind of Flower: After them!
The Atomic Reapers rush into Filing Lot A.
Milkshake: Dang, I think we lost.
Clinko: No…? You didn't lose anything.
Keychain: Wait, what?
Clinko: The challenge wasn't a goddamn race, I'll tell you what it is! Gather round, people!
The 20 remaining contestants gather around Clinko.
Clinko: I have prototypes for 3 products: an instant ice cream maker, an alarm clock and humidifier hybrid, and a toaster oven and an air fryer hybrid. They have been released to manufacturing, but I have not officially put them up for advertising. I have 3 target demographics that I want to sell my products to: The turkeys, geese, and turtles. Your teams will choose 1 item and 1 demographic to advertise to. You will film a commercial advertising the product and once you are done you will give me the reel and I will transfer it to a VHS. Afterwards, I will gather 10 members of each demographic to show you your commercial. After I show them the ad, I will ask how many people are interested in purchasing the product. For example, 7 people say yes, your team scores a 7/10. The lowest scoring team loses.
Doggie Bone: Not gonna lie, I feel as if that this is a bit complex. Where do we start?
Clinko: I will allow your teams to elect jobs for the commercial, such as actors, props, camera, blah blah blah. You got that? I'll let the teams go in this order: Gentle Warriors, Mega Moonstones, Atomic Reapers. Gentle Warriors, you may now discuss your staffing.
Paperclip Snake: I'll be the speaker!
Beehive: Can I be the prop designer?
Paperclip Snake: Sure!
Daisy Flower: I wanna be an actor!
Paperclip Snake: Sure.
Paper Lantern: Wǒ xiǎng pāi shāngyè guǎnggào.
(I want to film the commercial.)
Paperclip Snake: I take no issue with that.
Yoylebook: What about the rest of us?
Paperclip Snake: Stand by, you can probably fill in the odd jobs. As for our demographic, I'd say that Turtles are quite the audience for an alarm clock and humidifier! They'll love it.
Clinko: Are we settled with the staffing?
Cat Bell: Yeah, nya!
Clinko: I shall submit to your satisfaction. Mega Moonstones, your turn!
Candy Paint: I want to be the speaker!
Gucci Flip Flop: Hey! I wanted to be the speaker!
Candy Paint: How about we both be the speakers?
Gucci Flip Flop: I can live with that.
C: I'd like to take the responsibility of being the cameraman.
Neon Grassy: No fair! I wanna be the cameraman! I love cameras!
C: First come first serve.
Candy Paint: Well then… Let me test you. Whoever wins gets the job.
C: Deal.
Neon Grassy: I bet I'll get the job!
Candy Paint: What is the purpose of a focus lens?
Neon Grassy: To make the camera focus more!
C: The focus lens is used to adjust the focus, or visibility of an object or person by adjusting it.
Candy Paint: C wins.
C: Awesome, I didn't think there was any serious competition anyway
Neon Grassy: W-what!? I lost?
C: Yeah.
Neon Grassy: No fair! I want a rematch!
Candy Paint: I'm sorry Neon Grassy, but we gotta be speedy and do a good job. I'll tell you what; you can be the prop designer.
Neon Grassy: Ugh, fine.
Candy Paint: Oxygen can be a stuntman or something, I dunno.
Oxygen: But does it matter if nobody can see me?
Maybe: Maybe you're just camera shy.
Oxygen: I do have a physical form, but I lack the energy to make myself visible.
Candy Paint: Just try your best.
Maybe: What do I do?
Candy Paint: Lighting…?
Maybe: Maybe.
Gucci Flip Flop: I like the ice cream maker. Can we advertise it?
Candy Paint: Sure! No harm in doing so!
Pearly: What about our target audience? Turkeys or geese?
C: Turkeys are stupid.
Maybe: I like geese. They're cute and they love bread.
Candy Paint: Okay then, geese it is.
Clinko: We all settled then?
Candy Paint: Sure.
Clinko: Good. Atomic Reapers, your turn.
Milk Flavored Straw: I guess we're stuck with the toaster oven-air fryer hybrid and the turkeys.
Comic Book: My superpowers do not assist me with the filming studio.
Keychain: Flamingo Plush? Any directions for us?
Flamingo Plush: Well, unlike those other selfish team captains, I don't want to be the star. Hey Keychain, wanna be our spokesman.
Keychain: I'll pass. I don't really like my voice…
Flamingo Plush: Ugh. Anyone else up to be the spokesperson?
Silence from the Atomic Reapers fills the room.
Flamingo Plush: How about you, Doggie Bone?
Doggie Bone: Eh, I'll pass.
Flamingo Plush: GODAMMIT! Milkshake?
Milkshake has a blank stare on her face.
Flamingo Plush: ...AGH! We'll figure it out later. I just hope we're good enough.
Brown Kind of Flower: I'll be the set designer.
Milkshake: I guess I can operate the camera.
Keychain: Turkeys.
Flamingo Plush: Yes, what about them?
Keychain: Oh, nothing. Just thinking about Thanksgiving.
Flamingo Plush: Oh.
Clinko: Have we reached a conclusion for the staffing.
Doggie Bone: Truth be told, we're-
Flamingo Plush: Trying to get our stuff together.
Clinko: Too bad, deciding time is over. Let's hope you at least picked out the essentials.
Brown Kind of Flower: What did we do? I know I'm the set designer.
Milkshake: And I'm the camerawoman.
Milk Flavored Straw: So who are we filming…?
Flamingo Plush: I don't know…
Clinko: Alright, quit talking amongst yourselves, Atomic Reapers. Your team and the Mega Moonstones should get off the filming lot, go into the storage closet or something, I dunno.
The Atomic Reapers and Mega Moonstones move away to a corridor.
Candy Paint: We're gonna please those geese, I just know it!
Clinko: As for the Gentle Warriors, get to work. Prepare your sets, come up with a script, and rehearse for a bit, I dunno.
Daisy Flower: Let's go warriors!
Yoylebook, Paperclip Snake, Cat Bell, and Beehive: Yeah!
Paper Lantern: Shì de!
(Yeah!)
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The Gentle Warriors are well under way with their commercial project. Beehive is seen painting a room while Cat Bell pushes in a bed.
Beehive: I think I'm doing a good job. This would definitely be a room I'd sleep in. That is, if it was real...
Cat Bell: Meow! I think the prop set is perfect just about now. We should start filming.
Beehive: Are you guys… Ready?
Paperclip Snake: Sure, I just require confidence pets.
Beehive: Uh… Sure.
Beehive starts to stroke Paperclip Snake briefly.
Paperclip Snake: Ah, yes… Thank you. That was pleasing. I'm ready. Paper Lantern, start the camera!
Daisy Flower: We're gonna annihilate the competition with our commercial!
Cat Bell: Nya, I agree!
Paperclip Snake: Come on Daisy Flower, get into the bed, remember what to do.
Daisy Flower: Ok Snakey!
Paper Lantern: Hǎo ba, wǒ xiànzài yào kāishǐ pāishè!
(Alright, I'm gonna start filming now!)
The camera testcard comes up and a beep is heard, the filming begins.
Paperclip Snake: Sleeping is not easy. Between those thoughts about why you exist and tomorrow's agenda, you just suck at sleeping. I have a solution. This is the Sleepifier: An alarm clock and a humidifier in one object. The Sleepifier releases a special mist that boosts the sleep process and when it's time to get up, the mister stop it's mist and a gentle but later intense lullaby plays to help you get up. Sleeping will never be easier with The Sleepifier on your side.
The camera makes another beep and stops recording.
Paper Lantern: Zhè shì yīgè bāozhuāng! Gàn dé hǎo, rénmen.
(That's a wrap! Good work, people)
Yoylebook: Daisy! You ok?
Daisy Flower: Nah! I just pretended to be as asleep as possible!
Cat Bell: ...Meow, Falling off the bed is considered a state of deep sleep now?
Daisy Flower: Perhaps!
Paperclip Snake: Y'know after trying out that Sleepifier, I don't know if I feel so great. I feel sick to my stomach…
Yoylebook: Oh dear! Paperclip Snake!
Clinko: Gentle Warriors, is your commercial finished?
Daisy Flower: Yeah! Here's the film.
Clinko: Awesome. Lemme get this transferred to a VHS. I pray you all can sell that humidifier alarm clock.
Beehive: We actually came up with a name for it!
Clinko: Huh?
Daisy Flower: Yeah! The Sleepifier! A sleepy humidifier! I hope you're pleased.
Clinko: A generic name, but it does the job. I'll accept it. Naming a product gives it an identity, after all.
Paper Lantern: Hǎo ba, wǒmen gěile wǒmen zuì hǎo de jīhuì. Wǒmen zhǐ xīwàng wūguī míliàn yú wǒmen de guǎnggào.
(Well, we gave it our best shot, guys. Let's just hope that the turtles are enamored by our commercial.)
Cat Bell: Nya, Turtles are cold blooded.
Paperclip Snake: Heyyy, just becauuuse turrttttles arrre collld bloooded dooooesn't meeean theeeey're stuuuupid. *cough* Awwwww craaaaap. I feeel likee I'm gonnna vommitt.
Cat Bell: Um… I think he's fading away.
YoyleBook: Oh dear! PS' voice is slurring and he's coughing so much! He must be really sick.
Paper Lantern: Cliniko, lǐmiàn de shuǐ zhēngqì shì shénme!?
(Clinko, what was inside that water vapor!?)
Clinko: Huh? What was that?
Paper Lantern: Nàozhōng hé jiāshī qì hùnhé chǎnshēng de yānwù yǒudú ma? Zhè jiùshì wèishéme huíxíngzhēn shé zhòngdú dí yuányīn?
(Was the mist generated by the alarm clock and humidifier hybrid toxic? Is that why Paperclip Snake is poisoned?)
Clinko: I'm sorry, but I don't understand Chinese. Can you please speak English?
Paper Lantern: Hǎo de.
(Ugh, fine.)
Yoylebook: Oh dear, I do hope Paper Lantern can cope with English.
Cat Bell: She'll manage, nya.
Paper Lantern: Clinko, Sleepifier make mist. Paperclip Snake sick. Poison from Sleepifier? Yes or no?
Clinko: Ah, let me get this straight. The Sleepifier poisoned Paperclip Snake and you're wondering if it involved the Sleepifier?
Paper Lantern: Yes, Clinko.
Clinko turns around and turns back to the Gentle Warriors with an odd look.
Clinko: Ah yes! I never told you. These products were actually prototypes that were never approved by the government for mass production due to many issues. With the Sleepifier's case, the mist contained excessive amounts of lead and traces of plutonium.
Beehive: Yikes!
Yoylebook: So, you're making us advertise products that are dangerous to consumers!?
Clinko: No, not really. These are just prototypes, I've arranged plans with our manufacturing plant in China to produce safer, lead and plutonium free versions of Sleepifiers. However, I would have had to wait 2 months for the new prototype to arrive.
Paperclip Snake: Eeeugh…
'Paperclip Snake vomits a radioactive mixture of melted metal, plutonium, and lead.
Paperclip Snake: Helllp meee…
Clinko: I'm sorry. I'll call a hospital right away.
Beehive: Wait, Daisy, how come you were exposed to the toxic vapor and didn't get poisoned?
Daisy Flower: Oh, y'know… I'm a flower! I just pretended to slop to my side.
Beehive: Alright then.
Clinko is looking through a phonebook.
Clinko: ...Aha! The Pendleberry Poison Control Center! Perfect.
Clinko grabs a cell phone and dials a poison control center.
Clinko: Uh, yes? Pendleberry Poison Control Center?
Cut to a cross shot between Clinko at the Filming Center A and a Guinea Pig in a lab coat at the Pendleberry Poison Control Center Reception Desk.
Receptionist: Hello, this is the Pendleberry Poison Control Center. Fosse Pedelton speaking.
Clinko: Ah, yes. Do you treat snakes?
Fosse: Most of us Pendleberry residents ARE animals. I am a guinea pig.
Clinko: Okay, but the person who needs treatment isn't an ordinary snake, he's made of… Paperclips.
Fosse: Well then, is he an object?
Clinko: Yes.
Fosse: We have an object specialist. Send your patient soon enough before any suspected ailments develop into worse issues.
Clinko: Alrighty then.
Clinko hangs up and the screen returns to normal.
Clinko: Paper Lantern, may you please fly Paperclip Snake to the Pendleberry Poison Control Center?
Paper Lantern: Hăo ba.
(Okay then.)
Yoylebook: Here's Paperclip Snake, be careful!
Paper Lantern: Wǒ huì!
(I will!)
Paperclip Snake: Thaaank youuu…
Paper Lantern grabs the ill Paperclip Snake and Cat Bell opens a window. Paper Lantern and Paperclip Snake bid farewell and she (Paper Lantern) flies away.
Beehive: Get well soon, Paperclip Snake…!
Daisy Flower: See you soon!
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The Mega Moonstones are seen well under way with their commercial. Neon Grassy is designing the set.
Oxygen: Ooh, I like pink and white tiles!
Neon Grassy: Well, what could I say? I have good taste.
Neon Grassy places the last tiles down and hangs up a grey wallpaper.
Neon Grassy: I'd say our set is just about done.
Pearly: Well, what's gonna kill us if we roll the commercial now? Now that I think about it, is this tile made of ceramic? I'm allergic to ceramic...
Candy Paint: Already? I don't think we even came up with a script.
C: Just improvise. Some famous lines in movies are the result of improvisation.
Gucci Flip Flop: Uh, alright then.
C: Welp… Cameras rolling! Good luck pisanos! Just to let you guys know I'll probably not get any votes if we lose.
The camera testcard comes up and a beep is heard, the filming begins.
Candy Paint: Have you ever wanted to treat yourself to some ice cream but lack the money or time to buy a quart from the grocery store? Try the instant Ice Cream maker!
Gucci Flip Flop: Well then, how does it work, you may ask? You get a special container. From there, insert milk, ice, and a flavor syrup and SHAKE IT LIKE YOUR NEWBORN CHILD!
Candy Paint: Gucci? Is that even a good comparison?
Gucci Flip Flop: Uh… No?
Candy Paint: Exactly. Can we have a second take?
Clinko: No.
Candy Paint: Darn…
The camera makes another beep and stops recording.
Neon Grassy: That's a wrap!
Candy Paint: Gucci Flip Flop? How was that appropriate in the slightest!?
Gucci Flip Flop: I was under intense pressure and C said we could improvise, and that's just what came to mind.
Candy Paint: Oh dear…
Candy Paint facepalms.
Maybe: I can say with certainty that we at least got the message across.
Candy Paint's eyes brighten up and quickly gains confience.
Candy Paint: You think so?
Maybe: Yeah!
Candy Paint hugs Maybe!
Candy Paint: Oh, you're gaining certainty!
Maybe: W-what?
Candy Paint: You said that we got the message in the commercial "with certainty"!
Maybe: …Maybe I am.
Candy Paint: I'm feeling so much better now. You helped me get back up after I was feeling down!
Maybe: I'm genuinely confused, but I'll just play along.
Pearly: I'm not exactly feeling confident though. What if the Geese think that our mistake was awful?
Neon Grassy: I doubt that will matter. Geese are not the most calm creatures on the planet, they'll probably love it.
Oxygen: Uh, you sure?
Neon Grassy: Why not?
Oxygen: I wanna make a bet with you.
Neon Grassy: Sure. Spit it out.
Oxygen: If the geese deem our ad good enough that we win or place second, you get to have my brownie.
Neon Grassy: Too good to be true. Deal
Oxygen: Awesome.
Pearly: I'm allergic to brownies.
Oxygen: You want a cut?
Pearly: No!
Oxygen: Like, different compensation.
Pearly: Um, okay…
Oxygen: Do you like clams?
Pearly: I'm from a clam… Yes.
Oxygen: How about I treat you to a night out at Forsen's Seafood for some clams?
Pearly: That sounds lovely…
Oxygen: Now then, are you allergic to shellfish?
Pearly: Actually, that's one of the few things I'm NOT allergic to. That would be great if you take me out.
Oxygen: Great. Now, earlier, you said you're allergic to oxygen?
Pearly: Y-yeah?
Oxygen: If you're allergic to oxygen, how come you're breathing it right now and not having any breakouts?
Pearly: Oh dear… My doctor told me I was allergic, and all this time, I never had an allergic reaction?
Oxygen: Yes. If you were truly allergic to oxygen, I'd think you'd be dead by now.
Pearly: Oh wow, this is gonna be great!
C: I'm too good for rewards. This will all pay off in the end.
Oxygen: Oh well. Let's just hope for the best.
Candy Paint: Maybe Neon Grassy's right, the geese may like our ad!
Gucci Flip Flop: Yeah, hopefully…
Clinko comes out of the backdoors.
Clinko: Hello contestants! How are you all doing?
Candy Paint frets.
Candy Paint: Uh, f-fine!
Clinko: Good! I'll be taking your film now and I'm gonna transfer it to a VHS.
Pearly: I'm allergic to VHS tape plastic!
Clinko: Does it even matter if you're not in the room I process the film in!?
Pearly: ...Maybe.
Clinko: Whatever. I'll be off!
Clinko takes the Mega Moonstones film reel and leaves the film lot.
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Doggie Bone: How's the script coming along?
Flamingo Plush: I already finished it.
Doggie Bone: Mind if you read it off for us?
Flamingo Plush: No harm in doing so.
Flamingo Plush grabs a piece of paper with rather sloppy handwriting.
Flamingo Plush: Have you experienced the pain that is wanting to cook some frozen waffles in the toaster oven, but you also wanted to cook some fried chicken, although they're not combined to a single object? Introducing the FryToaster! Not only can you toast some toast or fry some fries, you can all do it simultaneously, that's convenient! Fry responsibly and cooking large poultry in whole form will lead to accidents and fires. Buy now!
Doggie Bone: What's up with the poultry warning?
Flamingo Plush: Some people are really, really dumb.
Milk Flavored Straw: So have we decided on who the spokesperson will be?
Flamingo Plush: Is it you?
Milk Flavored Straw: No.
Flamingo Plush: Well then, who else wants to rise up for the job?
Doggie Bone, Keychain, and Comic Book stand idly and say nothing.
Flamingo Plush: Let's make this easier, shall we?
Flamingo Plush points out her wing.
Flamingo Plush: Eeny, meeny, miny, moe. Catch the shrimp by the toe. If he hollers, gobble him up. Eeny, meeny, miny… MOE!
Flamingo Plush's wing points at Keychain. Keychain looks upset.
Keychain: Oh, dear lord…
Flamingo Plush: Brown Kind of Flower, how's the props?
Brown Kind of Flower: I had the props, but…
Flashback.
Brown Kind of Flower: Oh wow, a collapsable table!
Comic Book: This table has strange engravings on it!
Brown Kind of Flower: Huh?
Comic Book: It must be destroyed!
Comic Book grabs a laser pointer and points it at the table.
Comic Book: My Death Laser of Justice will destroy it!
Brown Kind of Flower: Wait, no!
Comic Book: Aha! I knew that the villain would have an affinity to the table! It must be destroyed!
Comic Book grabs a flamethrower and burns the table to ashes.
Brown Kind of Flower: Oh my god!
Comic Book: And once again, the day is saved thanks to me!
End of flashback.
Brown Kind of Flower: ...Let's just say a certain someone got overzealous.
Flamingo Plush: Oh.
Doggie Bone: I think we should start with the filming just about now...
Milkshake: Camera's starting right about now. Good luck!
The camera testcard comes up and a beep is heard, the filming begins.
Keychain: Have you ever wanted to cook some waffles but also wanted to cook some fried chicken at the same time? Then b-b-b…
Keychain looks confused and pauses.
Keychain: What's the…? I don't get it, what's the next line, and… Help?
Brown Kind of Flower: Just a moment!
The camera turns to static and then makes another beep and stops recording.
Flamingo Plush: Okay then, that was very bad. Keychain, did you even review the script?
Keychain: I didn't even get a good look at it! You grabbed it out of my hands after I read 7 seconds into it.
Flamingo Plush: Sorry I got excited, Keychain!
Keychain sighs.
Milk Flavored Straw: I'm gonna ask Clinko if we could do a retake.
Milk Flavored Straw walks out of the room and sees Clinko.
Milk Flavored Straw: Hey, uh… Clinko?
Clinko: What? You want drugs or something?
Milk Flavored Straw: No!
Milk Flavored Straw looks around the outside.
Milk Flavored Straw: Wow… This is quite spacious.
Clinko: Tell me about it. Now if there's anything I want YOU to tell ME, it's why you walked out of the filming lot to see me.
Milk Flavored Straw: We screwed up our tape.
Clinko: I'm not doing retakes!
Milk Flavored Straw: But Clinko-
Clinko: These 30mm cameras and the remaining film we used for past commercial filming in our glory days are all we've got!
Milk Flavored Straw: Ugh…
Milk Flavored Straw walks away from Clinko and back into the filming lot. The rest of the Atomic Reapers notice he is rather upset.
Keychain: What's the problem, Milk Flavored Straw?
Milk Flavored Straw: We can't do retakes.
Milkshake: Oh, darn!
Flamingo Plush: We're screwed!
Brown Kind of Flower: Do you guys think that cutting off the film early helped us or hurt us?
Silence fills the film lot.
Comic Book: Perhaps you did good.
Strawberry: I dunno…
Milkshake: I heard that Turkeys are very judgemental. But they're also stupid.
Doggie Bone: If that's true, we're screwed!
Milk Flavored Straw: Let's just brace for the worst.
Flamingo Plush: I don't think that optimism will hurt, would it?
The rest of the Atomic Reapers give Flamingo Plush a weird look.
Brown Kind of Flower: Is that seriously all you can come up with saying?
Comic Book: Ok, "hero".
Flamingo Plush: Ugh.
Clinko comes into the film lot.
Clinko: So… I heard you had a bit of an affair with the production of your commercial, eh!?
The Atomic Reapers look ashamed.
Clinko: I'll take that as a yes. Now, I'll be taking your film reel and I'll transfer it to VHS.
Clinko tries grabs the reel from the camera, but Milkshake stops him.
Milkshake: You don't want to see that film! It's very inappropriate! Flamingo Plush and Keychain made love during the filming! Why would you WANT to show that to innocent people!?
Clinko looks at Milkshake with a scowl and looks at the film and sees that the description that Milkshake said does not match the film.
Clinko: Embarrassed because you misspoke one of your lines, eh?
Keychain's eyes glow up and his face turns red, Flamingo Plush facepalms, and Milkshake sheepishly laughs.
Clinko: Whatever. Transfer time.
Clinko walks out of the film lot with the tape.
Doggie Bone: We are totally screwed.
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The contestants are seen sitting in a spare room inside the filming lot room and Clinko barges in on their peace.
Clinko: Alright contestants, I have received all of your commercials on VHS format and I have invited the test audiences! I hope you all did a good job.
Candy Paint: This it, make it or break it.
Clinko: I will show your commercials to your test audience. Stay put here, I will take my leave now.
Clinko walks out of the spare room and walks down the hallway to a room with a large, widescreen CRT television.
Clinko: I think I've gotten everything. I'll call down the turtles.
Clinko grabs a telephone and dials a number, the PA system turns on.
Clinko: Test audiences, please come to the 3rd floor and visit the screening room. 3rd door to your left after you come up the elevator. Can't miss it.
Clinko hangs up the telephone and the PA system shuts down. The camera then cuts to the warehouse's lobby with 10 turtles, turkeys, and geese. They all get up and start walking away.
Turtle 6: I better get that $5,000.
Turkey 2: I was promised all travel costs cut!
Goose 4: I was promised a $100 gift card for Morgan's Discount Hardware Supply!
Turtle 9: …Hold up, these are all different. I was promised $250 cash.
Goose 1: Yeah… I wanted my son back, and it said he would be here!
Turkey 8: Something seems fishy here…
The 30 test audience members get into the elevator.
Turkey 10: I really hate crowds of large people in small spaces.
Turtle 7: Get off my goddamn shell! You're crushing me!
Goose 4: I can't! I'm being crushed by everyone else!
The elevator door opens to the 3rd floor, and everyone rushes out.
Turkey 3: I get to get in first!
Clinko hears honking, gobbling, and turtling outside and steps out of the room.
Clinko: People, people! Let's all settle down. I would like the turtles I invited in first.
Turtle 5: Oh, cool!
The 10 turtles walk into the screening room.
Turkey 6: Hey! What about us!?
Clinko: You will all be called in by species.
Goose 9: That's racist.
Clinko: Shut up.
Clinko slams the door.
Clinko: Sorry about that, potential customers.
Turtle 4: No biggie.
Clinko: So, the reason why you have been invited here is that I have tasked some fellow employees to create a commercial. I will show you the commercial on this handy dandy TV right here, and once the commercial ends, I will ask you if you are interested in purchasing the product.
Turtle 10: Alright, but what about our compensation!?
Clinko: Once you are done we will discuss that. Anyways, sit tight and watch the commercial.
Clinko places the Gentle Warriors' commercial VHS into a VCR. Clinko turns on the TV, and changes the output to the VCR. The commercial starts to play.
Clinko: So, what did you think about this product? Please raise your hand if you are interested.
6 turtles raise their hands, er… Feet.
Turtle 5: Okay, I liked it, does that mean I get my $5,000?
Clinko: Your reward is a return payment for travel costs and $500 cash.
Turtle 3: Okay… I can live with that, I guess.
Clinko: Alright people, scram, grab your $500 and drop your contact info in the suggestions box so I can call you about your strains and costs to get here.
The turtles are given $500 cash by Clinko and write down their phone numbers, email addresses, credit card numbers and social security numbers. The turtles then use the emergency elevator and promptly leave the building.
Clinko: I have no idea why I asked for their credit card numbers and social security numbers. Oh well.
Clinko opens the door and sees the geese and turkeys fighting.
Turkey 6: I'M NEXT!
Goose 1: No, my species is next.
Clinko: Random goose, you are correct.
Goose 1: Wait, I am? Oh cool!
Goose 1 hugs Clinko.
Goose: My name's Trey. I'm an electrician from East Dakota, pleasure to meet you!
Clinko: Uh, thanks Trey.
Trey: I promise I'll be a good audience member!
Clinko: Alright then. Any other geese, please gather in the room!
The remaining geese flock into the screening room.
Clinko: I hope that you all will be pleased with this brand new product!
Goose 3: Godammit, you sent here to advertise a dumb product!?
Clinko: You didn't even let me finish! I want you all to watch a commercial advertising the Instant Ice Cream maker, and then tell me if you'd be interested in purchasing it!
Goose 3: No need to raise your tone.
Clinko: You raised yours first, but whatever. Commercial time.
Clinko places the Mega Moonstones' commercial VHS into a VCR. Clinko turns on the TV, and changes the output to the VCR. The commercial starts to play.
Clinko: ...Oh dear. I knew I shouldn't have trusted Candy Paint's re-
The geese start honking happily and 9 geese raise their wing.
Clinko: Wait, you guys actually all liked it?
Goose 7: Yeah! The infant shaking part was so funny!
Goose 2: You must have liked your cameo, chicken! Eh?
Clinko: Well, you at least all liked it, just 1 shy of a perfect score. Who's the party pooper here?
The camera cuts to Goose 3 for about 1 second and cuts back to Clinko.
Clinko: Oh well. Here's $500 cash for each of you. Please write down some contact and identification information so I can call you about how much you paid to get here and cover travel costs.
The geese take the emergency elevator and leave the building.
Turkey 5: (from outside) God! What's taking them forever!?
Clinko opens the door.
Clinko: Turkeys? You may now come in.
The turkeys quickly and haphazardly flap their wings in frustration as they rush in.
Turkey 6: About damn time!
Clinko: Yes, I understand all of your concerns. Rest assured, you will still receive your compensation.
Turkey 4: ...Ok.
Clinko: Now, this commercial is one that isn't exactly the most professional of quality. However, I do believe the message will still be sent across.
Turkey 8: Boo.
Clinko: Aw, come on! Our interns are trying their best. Anyhow, let's get this road on the show.
Turkey 10: It's "show on the road", dumbass!
Clinko: Right right, whatever. Watch the tape.
Clinko places the Atomic Reapers commercial VHS into a VCR. Clinko turns on the TV, and changes the output to the VCR. The commercial starts to play.
The room fills with awkward silence.
Clinko: So… Thoughts?
The turkeys angrily gobble and make other noises that turkeys make in an aggressive manner.
Clinko: Aw, come on! Can you people at least raise your wings so I can know if you liked it or not?
1 turkey raises their hand.
Clinko: Who was that?
Turkey 4: Me. You said to raise your hand if you didn't like it, right.
Clinko: No. It was if you liked it.
Turkey 4: HEY!
Clinko: Wow. You guys suck. Here's you stupid $500 and leave your contact info in th-
The turkeys attack Clinko and get their $500, and jump out of the window.
Clinko: What the hell!?
Turkey 5: COWABUNGA!
Turkey 8: GOODBYE, CRUEL WORLD!
The turkeys plummet to the ground and die when they hit the pavement.
Clinko: Godammit, now I have to repair this window! I knew that those giant wall windows were a bad idea…
Clinko leans his head out of the broken glass to look at the dead turkeys.
Clinko: On the bright side… I got $5,000 back, and it doesn't hurt to have a little roast.
Clinko puts his head back in the window.
Clinko: Well then… I've got a few numbers to call…
Meanwhile, the contestants are seen in the observatory on the seventh floor. The contestants are seen messing around with binoculars, telescopes, and admiring the glass architecture. 
Flavored Milk Straw: Ooh, I'm so nervous!
Doggie Bone looks out and notices the dead turkeys.
Doggie Bone: Hold up, why are there a bunch of dead turkeys on the pavement?
Beehive: What the…!?
C: I've gotta see it to believe it.
C rushes to Doggie Bone's outpost and sees the dead turkeys.
C: My… God…
Daisy Flower: Those poor turkeys! What has the world come to!?
Flamingo Plush: Hold on, count the turkeys.
Milkshake: Uh, okay…
Milkshake goes to Doggie Bone and C to see the Dead Turkeys.
Milkshake: Strawberry, grab your mini binoculars.
Strawberry pulls out a miniature pair of binoculars out of Milkshake's whipped cream.
Strawberry: 1, 2… 4… 7… 10. 10 dead turkeys on the blacktop with broken glass.
Maybe: Maybe they made a suicide pact.
Pearly: Oh dear! Not only am I allergic to turkeys, I'm allergic to blood splatters!
Flamingo Plush: 10 turkeys… 10… Doesn't that seem oddly familiar?
Paper Lantern: Ō, děng děng, wǒ jìdé kè lín kē céng shuōguò jiāng yāoqǐng mùbiāo rénqún de 10 míng chéngyuán guānkàn wǒmen de guǎnggào, ér yuánzǐ shōugē zhě shì zuìhòu yīgè ānpái qí tuánduì xiángxì xìnxī de rén, tāmen bèi huǒ jīmen shùfùzhe guānkàn tāmen de guǎnggào. Wǒ jìdé! Mítuán yǐ jiē kāi.
(Oh wait, I remember Clinko saying that 10 members of a target demographic would be invited to view our commercials, and the Atomic Reapers were the last ones to arrange their team details, and they were stuck with the turkeys to see their commercial. I remember! Mystery solved.)
Gucci Flip Flop: What is she saying?
Beehive: Well, Paperclip Snake is fluent in 4 languages, and Chinese was one of them. But he got poisoned by the alarm clock and humidifier hybrid and is in the hospital.
Candy Paint: Not all is lost. Paper Lantern can speak English too!
Yoylebook: Yeah, but there was an incident in a bit of a private time and now she's not very fond of speaking English.
C: Who cares? We gotta know!
Cat Bell: Paper Lantern, try to say what you meant, but in English.
Paper Lantern: Huíxíngzhēn shé shuō, rúguǒ zhè shì wǒ zuì xǐhuān de yǔyán, wǒ huì shuō zhōngwén.
(Paperclip Snake said that I could speak Chinese if it's the language I'm most comfortable with.)
Oxygen: Wait! I think I remember now! Clinko invited 30 test audiences to see our commercials, and 10 of them were turkeys!
Flamingo Plush: Bingo! Gimme a shrimp!
Brown Kind of Flower: No.
Flamingo Plush: Aww, why not?
Comic Book: Hunger can wait when a crime has been committed!
Flamingo Plush: Aww. Well then, I guess I can wait. Back on track here, if the turkeys were assigned to us, what if our commercial was so bad they commited suicide!?
The contestants gasp.
Keychain: I doubt it was that terrible…
Doggie Bone: Says the star of the commercial.
Keychain: How did you know…!?
Doggie Bone: We've been here for 24 minutes, we already discussed each other's tapes. What were you doing?
Keychain: ...Stuff.
Doggie Bone: I sincerely doubt that would be the case, but whatever. What says, goes.
Oxygen: I doubt that the Atomic Reapers' commercial was that bad…
Brown Kind of Flower: It was garbage.
Neon Grassy: Apparently, Keychain just winged it and didn't know the script.
Pearly: I'm allergic to… No, I'm actually not allergic to misspoken scripts, that's not even a concrete thing.
C: Yeah, I'm starting to think that your excessive allergies may not even be a goddamn thing.
Beehive: Give Pearly the benefit of the doubt.
Yoylebook: Yeah!
Neon Grassy: You don't have to deal with his constant complaints!
Cat Bell: I mean, he is right, nyan.
Oxygen: It's not that bad. Just be more tolerant.
Milkshake hears a siren, and notices an ambulance, police car, and search and rescue vehicle.
Milkshake: Look, guys!
Milk Flavored Straw: What's going on?
Milkshake: I see emergency vehicles!
Candy Paint: You don't think they're for us, are they…?
Maybe: Probably not for us.
Neon Grassy: "Probably"? I thought your line was Maybe.
Maybe: I don't have lines. Just because I'm in doubt and uncertainty doesn't mean I'm confined to putting "maybe" in every single sentence I say out of my mouth.
Doggie Bone: ...Yeah, they're heading here.
Keychain: Oh dear… What if I drove the poor turkeys to suicide over our bad commercial? This is all my fault…! I'd be charged for manslaughter! I'd be locked up!
C: You're damn right you'd be.
Flamingo Plush: No, you probably wouldn't.
Keychain: W-what?
Flamingo Plush: Something about this mass sucide seems fishy… Almost as if it's to frame someone. But who?
Comic Book: Oh dear! Is a villian on the loose?
Flamingo Plush: No, I doubt that.
Neon Grassy: Then what the hell is going on!?
Flamingo Plush: It's a mystery. This is not a result of mental health issues or anything of the sort.
Keychain: You mean it…!?
Flamingo Plush: Yeah. Keychain, you screwed up, but I doubt that people would kill themselves over you.
Keychain: I'm already feeling better… Thank you.
Flamingo Plush and Keychain embrace each other.
Paper Lantern: The Pendleberry police here!
Beehive: Nice English, Paper Lantern!
Paper Lantern: I thank you for your kind words.
The police arrive out of their cars and start placing police tape.
Officer: Citizens stay away, a crime scene is in place.
Medic: I'll investigate the bodies.
The medic tries using cpr and checking the pulse of the turkeys.
Medic: They're dead.
Detective: What's the matter, medic?
Medic: Investigating the bodies reveals the cause of death was a 3 story fall and a combination of a strong impact on asphalt and fatal bleeding due to severe cuts from glass shards.
Detective: I shall create autopsies soon enough, I need to get some DNA tests among other detective work.
Milk Flavored Straw: This is intense!
Beehive: I think we should get down.
The contestants run down the stairs and elevators and leave the building to the crime scene.
C: What the hell is going on here!?
Officer: Citizen, please leave. This is an important crime scene that took place.
Neon Grassy: I think we have a witness.
Officer: Hm?
Clinko rushes out of the building.
Clinko: Oh my god, oh my god!
The Contestants: Clinko!
Keychain: Did I kill them? Am I a murderer!?
Clinko: No, Keychain. I'll tell you about it later.
Officer: Mr. Clinko?
Clinko: That would be me, sire.
Officer: You were the one who called us about the suicides of the turkeys?
Clinko: Yes.
Officer: Were you the only one present when the incident occurred.
Clinko: As far as I believe.
Officer: Enlighten us with what happened.
Clinko: Gladly. I offered 10 turkeys from all around the world to come here to be a test audience for a new product I made, a hybrid of an air fryer and a toaster oven. The turkeys arrived and were rather impatient, as they were the last to watch the commercial, they took the $500 that was offered as compensation and did not give me their contact details for travel reimbursement and jumped out my glass window and plummeted to their deaths.
Officer: Right. Detective, any new developments?
Detective: I have found several wads of five one hundred dollar bills located in pools of blood. Also, I located a note.
Officer: Read it out for me, please!
Detective: It reads… "Calling all Turkeys against Clinkocorp! If you are aware of the test audience event on November 14th, 2019, please come and participate, but be sure to kill yourselves! At the end of the test commercial run, we attack Clinko and kill ourselves by either jumping out of a window if we are placed in a room with a window, or take a lethal dose of cyanide provided by Thankful Gaylord. He is the grey turkey. No, do not laugh at his name. The police will arrest Clinko for sure and he'll go to jail! Are you in or out?" Signed, "Montreal Terragon".
Officer: Crucial! Anything else!?
Detective: The mentioned cyanide bottle was found hidden in the turkey presumed to be Thankful Gaylord. The same note was also located in 3 other turkeys.
Clinko: Jesus! What did they want from me!?
Detective: It's okay, Clinko. Calm down.
Officer: This appears to be a suicide pact in an attempt to frame you. Apologies for the trouble, Mr. Clinko. We will keep you updated on the situation. For now, you can resume your normal business. You're off the hook.
Clinko: Alrighty then, thanks officer!
Clinko looks back to the contestants. They all look surprised, confused, and other similar emotions.
Neon Grassy: What just happened…?
Maybe: A thing…
Clinko: Anyways, contestants, let's get back inside!
Oxygen: Okay then.
The contestants and Clinko walk back into the building.
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The contestants are seen sitting in an auditorium. Clinko walks up to the stage, and grabs a microphone.
Clinko: Ahem… As you may have already noticed, there has been a bit of an incident regarding the test audience and we will have to deal with the situation as it stands.
Paper Lantern: Shì shénme shìjiàn dǎozhì zhèxiē tǔ'ěrqí rén rúcǐ zēnghèn kèlíndùn?
(What even caused those turkeys to hate Clinko so much?)
Clinko: Regardless of the repercussions, I have received the audience reactions and will now announce the results for you commercials.
Clinko grabs a piece of paper and reads it off.
Clinko: The Gentle Warriors received a score of 7/10. That's fairly good.
Beehive: Wow!
Daisy Flower: I bet my acting was superb!
Beehive: If only Paperclip Snake was here right now…
Clinko: The Mega Moonstone's commercial received a 9/10.
C: See? What did I say? Some of the most famous lines in movies are the result of the actors improvising! Now where is my trophy?
Gucci Flip Flop: Well, that turned out wayyy better response than I anticipated.
Candy Paint: Yep! I'm sorry for doubting you talent, Gucci.
Clinko: And last but not least, the Atomic Reapers received a score of 1/10.
Keychain: Aw, man…
Flamingo Plush: Cheer up, Keychain!
Keychain: I dunno, Flammie. I pretty much cost our team the challenge.
Brown Kind of Flower: Admitting to your mistakes is one way to help you improve.
Keychain: You're not wrong.
Clinko: As a result of being the lowest scoring team, the Atomic Reapers are up for elimination! You can vote for these seven people:
*Comic Book
*Flavored Milk Straw
*Flamingo Plush
*Brown Kind of Flower
*Keychain
*Milkshake
*Doggie Bone
Clinko: Voting ends on November 19th. I hope to see you again!
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The camera cuts to a dark room. In the center, Octagon is seen lying on the ground. Octagon gets up.
Octagon: Hello? Anyone here?
A figure in the shadows is visible.
Octagon: Who is that?
The figure approaches closer. A fire skink wearing a ragged cape, torn trousers, and a hood approaches Octagon.
Lyndon: So… You're the eliminated contestant?
Octagon: Uh... Yeah. My name's Octagon.
Lyndon: Uh huh. My name's Lyndon. The Executioner.
Octagon: Eek.
Lyndon: So then, sire. Ready for your punishment?
Octagon: Um, sure. Actually, I hate punishment, but I have nothing else to do.
Lyndon: Okay then. Follow me.
Octagon follows Lyndon. Only lit by a few lamps on the ceiling, some objects such as a treadmill, an oven, and a shower can be made out from the lighting.
Lyndon: Alright then, Octo. Your first punishment is to cook me an onion sauté.
Octagon: Do you have eyedrops?
Lyndon: Uh… Yeah? I always have a first aid kit on me.
Octagon: May I have them, please?
Lyndon: I don't see why not.
Lyndon grabs a lunchbox and opens it, containing many medical instruments and paraphernalia.
Lyndon: Here.
Octagon: Okay!
Octagon cuts 6 onions and throws them in a frying pan. Afterwards, he uses some eyedrops.
Lyndon: How's the sauté coming along, Octo?
Octagon: It's good. I'm gonna add some salt and parsley.
Lyndon: Uh… Okay?
Octagon is seen cooking the onions and turns off the stovetop.
Octagon: ...Voíla.
Octagon places the onion sauté on a table.
Lyndon: Done already?
Octagon: Yep. What else am I gonna do, eat shrimp at Las Vegas?
Lyndon: Mind if I try it?
Octagon: I mean, you requested it…
Lyndon: Thank you.
Lyndon eats the onion sauté and his eyes light up.
Lyndon: My god… This is delicious.
Octagon: Huh?
Lyndon: This is a fantastic sauté. Here, have some.
Octagon eats some of the sautéed onions.
Octagon: Yeah… These are good.
Lyndon: Here, have five bucks.
Lyndon hands Octagon five dollars.
Octagon: Why are you paying me?
Lyndon: The Thirteenth Amendment outlaws slavery except as punishment for a crime, and you never commited a crime, you were on a game show. I'm paying you for your work so I don't get into any trouble. There's also protection against cruel and unusual punishment so I can't really harm you.
Octagon: Why not?
Lyndon: I'm a stickler for the rules and nobody is above the law, not even a corporation like Clinkocorp.
Octagon: Oh?
Lyndon: Clinko never actually checks my job. He thinks I kill or harm people because of the job he hired me for. While it is my job, I just can't do it for legal and moral reasons.
Octagon: Do you have a phone?
Lyndon: Every room in this building has a telephone. Look to your left.
Octagon: Okay then. Thanks.
Octagon dials a number.
Wendy: This is the White House, Wendy Weasel speaking!
The screen cuts to a splitscreen with Wendy and Octagon.
Octagon: May I speak to the president of the United States.
Wendy: Sir, the president is a very busy man. I'll have to ask him myself if he is interested. I'll ask for some of your details. I'd like your name and reason you're calling us.
Octagon: Alright. My name is Octagon from the town of Pendleberry, East Virginia. I am questioning the applicability to the Thirteenth Amendment's exception for involuntary labor for crimes.
Wendy: Okay then sir, stay on the line and I'll ask the president.
Octagon: Alright, thank you.
The screen returns to normal on Octagon's side.
Lyndon: What's going on, Octo?
Octagon: I'm asking the president himself if it's legal to torture people for losing a game show.
Lyndon: No, please no-
Octagon: I already got the secretary to ask him, I got too far to go back.
Lyndon: Oh, dear…
The screen cuts back to a splitscreen with Wesley and Octagon.
Wesley: Hello?
Octagon: Who is this?
Wesley: You're speaking to the President of the United States of America, Wesley.
Octagon: Hello! I have a question regarding an amendment to the constitution.
Wesley: The thirteenth amendment, correct?
Octagon: Yes, the one abolishing slavery. Would it be legal to punish those with slave labor and torture for losing a game show until the said show ends, whoch could be months?
Wesley: ...Who is this nutjob you're dealing with?
Octagon: Nothing, nothing! Just asking because I saw a game show that flung eliminated contestants on a trebuchet.
Wesley: Regardless of real or fiction, that's illegal as hell. I have no time for stupid questions. Goodbye and bless.
Wesley hangs up the phone and the screen returns to normal.
Octagon: Yep, it's "illegal as hell", Lyndon.
Lyndon: I figured. Glad I'm playing it safe. Want a slice of pie?
Octagon: Uh… Okay?
Lyndon: Lovely!
Lyndon brings put a chocolate silk pie and puts it on a table.
Lyndon: Have as much as you'd like, Octo.
Octagon: This is getting creepy. Aren't you supposed to be like, hurting me?
Lyndon: Weren't you the one who called the president over the legality of it and he said it wasn't? I just wanted to be friendly.
Octagon: Oh.
Lyndon: Well, I haven't explained the Clinkocorp Torture Chamber Rules yet. Every 3 hours I'll give you a job. Once you complete your job, I'll pay you $5 and you will be free to mess around. Doing extra jobs means more money.
Octagon: Where does this money come from, exactly?
Lyndon: The company reserves. Occasionally my paycheck.
Octagon: Well… Okay. You're a weird executioner.
Lyndon: Well, I don't have the heart to harm people for losing a game show, and Clinko doesn't know, so make yourself comfy.
Octagon: Awesome.
Lyndon: Now then, let's have some pie.
Lyndon and Octagon share the pie. The camera cuts to Forsen's Seafood. Inside, Flamingo Plush, Oxygen, Pearly, and Trey are seen inside.
Oxygen: This is some good seafood.
Pearly: Who's the goose?
Trey: I'm Trey! I was invited to see a commercial and I absolutely loved your commercial with the instant ice cream maker. I believe that the floating air and the pearl were one of the masterminds behind it.
Pearly: Yeah, we assisted the production.
Oxygen: Why did you come along here, Trey?
Trey: I wanted to meet you guys and plus I was hungry.
Flamingo Plush is seen eating endless shrimp.
Flamingo Plush: Darn. I already ran out. WAITER!
A waiter sparrow arrives and brings more shrimp for Flamingo Plush.
Flamingo Plush: Yay! More shrimp!
Pearly: How come you invited Flamingo Plush, Oxygen?
Oxygen: I knew she loved shrimp and she was already having a bad day, so I wanted to cheer her up a bit.
Pearly: That's nice. Also, I love the food.
Oxygen: You're welcome.
Trey: I'm so glad I could meet you guys. You all seem like really cool people. It sucks that I'm going back to East Dakota, because East Virginia and Pendleberry seem really cool.
Pearly: Uh, yeah. Really cool.
Oxygen: Anyone want dessert?
Flamingo Plush: Shrimp!
Oxygen: That's not dessert, but I could by more shrimp for you if that would please you, Flamingo Plush.
Flamingo Plush: Yay, shrimp!
Flamingo Plush shouts for the waiter and he brings more shrimp.
Flamingo Plush: Waiter?
Waiter: Yes?
Flamingo Plush: Another order of endless shrimp, please!
Waiter: Unless it's for another person, we can't do that. I could simply add more shrimp for the endless plate if you'd like.
Flamingo Plush: Okay!
Flamingo Plush starts eating the shrimp.
Trey: She… Really likes shrimp.
Oxygen: Let her live.
Pearly: I like seafood now!
Oxygen: I'm glad you do, Pearly!
Pearly: This was such a great idea.
Everyone laughs except Flamingo Plush, who is still eating shrimp. The camera then cuts to Beehive in the observatory, crying honey.
Beehive: ...This was such a terrible day. 10 people died, Octagon is gone and will be tortured for a long time, my best friend got poisoned, and 4 people hate me. I hate my life…
Suddenly, Beehive's cell phone rings.
Beehive: Huh?
Beehive opens the cell phone and accepts the call.
Beehive: H-hello?
The camera cuts to a splitscreen between Beehive and Fosse.
Fosse: Hello? Is this Paper Lantern or an affiliate?
Beehive: Yes, I'm Paperclip Snake's best friend.
Fosse: I have some news for you. Paperclip Snake is making a great recovery.
Beehive: Really!? That's great!
Fosse: Paperclip Snake will be discharged from the hospital in the coming days.
Beehive: Oh wow! Am I able to speak to Paperclip Snake right now?
Fosse: I can ask him if he is alright with talking with you.
Beehive: Alright.
The screen cuts to the hospital. Fosse walks to Paperclip Snake's room.
Fosse: Excuse me, Mr. Paperclip Snake. Someone would like to speak to you on the telephone.
Paperclip Snake: Okay then.
Paperclip Snake grabs the phone and the screen turns to a splitscreen with Beehive again.
Paperclip Snake: Hello?
Beehive: Paperclip Snake!
Paperclip Snake: Yeah, I'm getting better now. I'll be coming back to the building in 4 days.
Beehive: That's great, Paperclip Snake!
Paperclip Snake: Yeah, the doctors here are amazing at decontamination. I did very well.
Beehive: I'll see you then, Paperclip Snake!
Paperclip Snake: See ya. Here's the phone, Dr. Fosse.
Fosse: Alright then.
Paperclip Snake hangs up and the screen returns to normal.
Beehive: Finally, some good news for once…
Beehive closes her eyes and falls asleep happily.
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CORPORATE BUSINESSMAN'S TELETHON EPISODE 2: COMMERCIAL COMMERCE TAPES
Writer: ProblematicPeriwinklePlum
Producer: Randomfrog
Cast:
*Clinko: Randomfrog
*Paperclip Snake: ProblematicPeriwinklePlum
*Candy Paint: BendyApproved
*Gucci Flip Flop: BendyApproved
*Keychain: ProblematicPeriwinklePlum
*Brown Kind of Flower: ProblematicPeriwinklePlum
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