Support Box: S02E02

Support Box: Home Edition is the second episode of Support Box Season Two and the ninth episode of Support Box overall. The plot revolves around Support Box and Question Box running an episode of the show at Question Box's house.

After Question Box gets in trouble, the show takes place in his room.

## The Episode

**Salutations, viewers. Welcome to another episode of Support Box, the show where we talk about Support Box. I'm your host, Support Box. You're probably wondering why I'm talking in a soft ASMR voice right now. Why don't you explain it to the viewers, Question Box?**

*No.*

**Tell them.**

*I said no.*

**Fine. OH MRS.--**

*Alright, I'll talk! I was out past my curfew and my...Mom grounded me for it.*

**Yes, and now we're hosting this episode of Support Box in his room. His mom let us film it as long as we keep our voices down. As we speak, our guest for today is climbing up the blanket rope that we dropped from Question Box's window. Give it up for Carlos Markinson!**

**...**

**Oh yeah, no studio audience.**

(question box opens the window and a man enters the room through the window.)

Hey, guys, thanks for having me. You still live with your mom, Question Box?

*I'M SAVING UP FOR MY OWN PLACE ALRIGHT?!*

QUESTION BOX QUIET DOWN!

*Sorry, Mom!*

I understand trying to save money, but you're the co-host of one of the most popular shows in the world! Why aren't you living in a nice house?

*I'm supposed to be asking the questions here. Can we just move on, please?*

Fine, but I'm not letting up, Question Box. The people want the truth, and we'll get it one way or another!

*Okay, first question! What's your profession, Carlos?*

I'm a movie director, here to talk about my latest movie! Think Die Hard mixed with Flushed Away! A meeting between world leaders is under attack, and the world's only hope is a no nonsense cop. The twist? He's got IBS!

*That sounds hilarious! I can see him now, crawling through vents trying not to crap his pants! What do you think, Support Box?*

**Wow...that sounds really good! You're really reaching out to those untapped markets...like scat fetishists and people who hate the government! Who's playing the lead?**

Well, we're still going through auditions and everything...

(the door to question box's room opens and a yellow box with a face and a pink bowtie on her head enters)

Ooh, Quentin, you didn't tell me your friend was a director working on a movie!

*Moooom, what did I say about my stage name? Make sure to wipe that out in post, camera guys.*

(support box looks at the camera and shakes his head while mouthing "no")

Oops, sorry, Question Box! Anyway, I heard that you were still doing auditions! Think there's any place for a sassy middle-aged mom in there?

No not really, sorry, Mrs. Question Box.

*Yeah, really sorry Mom, thanks for stopping b--*

No problem at all! How about for my sister's son?

*Mom, stop shilling cousin Larry everywhere!*

Well, what does he look like?

He's the most adorable 8 year old! I have some headshots of him!

(question box's mom runs out of the room. question box leaps to the door and locks it)

*Okay, where were we?*

**What's wrong with you, Question Cock? What do you have against your mom?**

Yeah! And cousin Larry, too! I don't know where I could fit an 8 year old in a warzone, but I'll think of something!

*She cramps my style, alright? It's always "Question box, why do you have to wear those ugly yellow suits? Question Box, why do you use that foul language on television? Question Box, when are you going to give me grandbabies?!"*

If it's so bad, why don't you move out?

*I could, but I would need somewhere to stay for a bit. What if I kicked it with you, boss?*

**I'd love to, Question Box, but y'know...you'd cramp my style! The media would start getting ideas if they found out you were sleeping on my couch!**

Do you know how many fanfictions there are out there of you dicking down Bullo?

**OKAY WHO'S BEHIND THAT?! LET ME AT THEM! I'LL SUE THEM SO HARD THEIR KIDS WILL NEED LAWYERS!! Wait, how do you know that stuff exists?**

Where else would I get my movie ideas?

(theres a knock at the door)

**That must be our next guest! Could have sworn we told everyone to come through the window.**

*But we don't have a second guest WAIT BOSS DON'T!*

(carlos unlocks the door and a tall muscular box walks in, a carton of orange juice in hand)

Hey hey, party people! What's goin' on?

*Roscoe, what the FUCK are you doing here?!*

Language, man. I may not be your dad, but I am basically your stepdad!

**Ladies and gentlemen, for the first time ever, give it up for Question Box's stepdad, Roscoe!**

...

**Oh yeah, no audience.**

Thanks for havin' me, Support Box. Just got back from my break.

**What job do you have?**

Having sex with Question Box's mom. It's a full time job. We finished right before you started filming. Needed to recharge with some electrolytes. Having sex takes a lotta energy.

(roscoe chugs the orange juice carton)

When did you two mee--

*Carlos, I'll be asking the questions from now on. By myself.*

Don't be rude to your guest, Question Box. He came far to get to your your sleepover episode. Know who else came far?

(question box picks up a spray bottle next to him and begins spraying roscoe. he starts backing out of the room)

*Out out out!*

It was gettin' lame in here anyway! Also we're outta orange juice!

(question box closes the door behind him.)

**Wow, Question Box, I never really knew about your home life!**

*Of course you do, boss! Remember last week when I asked for an advance on my pay? I needed to bail Roscoe out of jail after he beat that guy up at the liquor store!*

**That was the real reason? I thought it was a cover so you could by drugs and hookers.**

*No, it wasn't! You think I get enough privacy to have girls around here?*

Ever walk in on your mom and Roscoe having sex?

*No? What kinda question is that?*

It's just that this whole episode has given me a great idea for a movie! Big Hollywood guy can't hack it in California, so he moves back in with his mom and her boyfriend whose half his age!

**Is this one of those autobiographies?**

Something like that. Anyway, it's a deep-dive introspective look on bad relationships, the risks they have, and how to turn them into good ones. Also, it's a comedy!

*Hey, wait a minute? We have our differences, but my relationship with my mom is good!*

She doesn't care about your boundaries, even though you're grown. And she's dating someone your clearly despise.

**Maybe it's this soft talking that's getting to me, but Carlos has a point, Question Box. Talk to your mom, work things through.**

*Yeah, I know, boss. It's good advice, but you being the voice of reason feels weird. That should be me!*

Didn't you keep that beached whale Earl as host, while he was framing Support Box for murder?

(question box's mom comes in with a scrapbook)

I couldn't find the pictures, but look what I have here! A book with all of Question Box's pictures!

*No time! We gotta get back to Carlos' riveting movie about people pooping on terrorists!*

No way, I would love to hear about Question Box!

*Look, do you want people to watch your movie or not?*

**Come on, Question Buck, let's do something actually fun...no offense, Carlos.**

Okay, so this one was when Question Box landed his first showbiz gig!

(question box's mom turns the scrapbook to the camera, showing a picture of a yellow box amongst other boxes in a warehouse)

He had the funniest line!

*Oh, sweet Jesus...*

Say the line, Question Box!

Yeah, say it, Question Box!

**Don't be a wimp, Question Box. The viewers at the edge of their seats, remember...the ratings.**

(question box hesitates, then jumps and clicks his heels)

*I'm feelin' crate!*

(everyone in the room starts laughing)

I'm feeling crate? Who would make you say that?

*It was a commercial, okay? I needed it to start up my career!*

I don't care where you are in life, you'll always be my little Quentin!

(carlos laughed even more)

Hey, it all worked out eh, lil' Quentin?

(question box took a deep breath)

*Okay, I don't care how much money we're getting paid to shill your shitty movie, you need to LEAVE.*

Hey, you can't talk to me like that, I'm a director! And uh, no folks, no one's getting paid to shill anything!

If you don't leave in the next 20 seconds, I swear you'll never direct another movie again. You'll have to hop on the casting couch just to STAND NEXT TO A CAMERA!

Okay, geez, I'm leaving! Thanks for having me, Support Box! And to all my people out there, be sure to watch my movie "Poopie has Fallen", only in theaters this--

(question box sprays him with the bottle and Carlos flees the room out the window)

Question Box, why would you talk to that nice man that way?

And YOU. I'm fully grown and I need some space! AND I DON'T NEED YOU PLAYING BUTT NAKED HOKEY POKEY WITH ROSCOE! HES A PIECE OF SHIT!

(question box's mom gasps)

**Oooooooooooooooohh...You're in for it now, Question Box!**

*Me? You're the one who told me to talk to her!*

**I said talk, not yell you stupid crackf--uh, spaz! Yeah!**

Question Box, that is no way to talk to your mother...but I understand your frustration. I know I've always wanted to have you close to me. But if the way I roll doesn't mesh well with you, then maybe it's time for you to spread your wings! You should go out and live how you want to!

*You really mean it, mom?*

Of course, son.

(the two boxes embrace)

That being said, I still have to beat your ass for speaking that way TO YOUR MOTHER!

(question box's mom takes off her slipper and grabs question box by his arm, beginning dragging him out of his room)

*Boss, do something! Help me out here! I'm about to get spanked!*

**Oh, uh oh no! Please, Mrs. Question Box, don't beat your son! Sorry, Question Box, did all I could. See you next week?**

*BOOOOOOOOSSSSSSS*

(question box is dragged out of the room and support box shuts the door)

**Looks like love won out in the end, huh, folks?**

(question can be heard getting beat in the background)

*MOM STOP IM SORRY FOR TALKING TO YOU LIKE THAT PLEASE DON'T AAAAAHHH*

**That's all the time we have today, see you next week!**

OW OW MOM COME ON!