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1234567890: (narrating) I have found that QWERTYUIOP lacks intelligence, and would like to do something about it. So, I asked Mr. Op to meet me at The Chalkboard at 4:00 PM to hopefully take care of his mental disabilities. {cut to the chalkboard} 1234567890: He was supposed to come! No worries, I will just call him to see his business which is preventing him from coming. {dials some numbers} {cut to QWERTYUIOP's house} {phone rings} QWERTYUIOP: Wow, the toaster is trying to talk! Awwww, that's so cute! {picks up the phone} You can stop talking, toaster! 1234567890: (on the other line) This is not a toaster, Mr. Op! It is a telephone, a device invented to- QWERTYUIOP: Now the toaster is actually talking! 1234567890: This is 1234567890. You forgot to meet me at The Chalkboard. QWERTYUIOP: Sorry, 1890428 person. 1234567890: That is OK. I will forgive you if you meet me at The Chalkboard soon. QWERTYUIOP: POTATO! 1234567890: Goodbye. {hangs up} ASDFGHJKL: Can you repeat the answer? QWERTYUIOP: Huh? ASDFGHJKL: What? QWERTYUIOP: Huh? ASDFGHJKL: What? QWERTYUIOP: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! {QWERTYUIOP and ASDFGHJKL randomly run out of the house saying AAAAAAAAAA!!!!! OOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!} {They then run to a small building with The Chalkboard written on it and run into the door, then burst through it} 1234567890: I see that you are finally here! {locks the door} Now sit down. QWERTYUIOP: Huh? 1234567890: Sit down! QWERTYUIOP: You sound just like my telephame-my styrofoam-what's that word again? 1234567890: Telephone. QWERTYUIOP: Yeah, what he said! 1234567890: {muttering} Just...sit...the...frik...down. {QWERTY and ASDFGHY sit down} Now, the square root- ASDFGHJKL: What kind of flower has square roots? 1234567890: Mr. Jkl, do you not understand the subject of square roots? QWERTYUIOP: Haha, you got in trouble! 1234567890: Now, let me give a full explanation of this math subject so that you may fully or at least somewhat understand it. Shopiom: {bangs head against desk} Why do I have to be here over summer vacation? Why do I ever have to be here? 1234567890: Shopiom, have you noticed that you have had an appearance in every single one of your cartoons? Shopiom: Whatever, just shut up and go on with your stupid math crap! 1234567890: OK. {turns back to the board and writes} Now, if you multiply 5 by 5, it makes 25, and the square root follows that system of- {Shopiom stops listening. Well, he stopped listening before that, but, yeah.....} Shopiom: {thinking} (This sucks! I wish a villain would come and- Wait, that's it!) {gets out a cell phone and dials !@#$%^&*()'s number} !@#$%^&*(): {on other line} Hello? Shopiom: Can you come to the chalkboard and do some kind of invasion...thing? !@#$%^&*(): Nope. I don't feel like commiting crimes today. Shopiom: But, you have to- !@#$%^&*(): I don't feel like listening to good guys, either! Bye! {hangs up} Shopiom: {closes the phone} (Great, the one day Bleep doesn't feel like villainy is the day when I really need him!) {Shopiom then stops spacing out and finds himself sitting in a stool, in a corner. He takes off the hat he's wearing and it turns out to be a dunce cap} {gets off the stool and punches 1234567890 in the stomach} 1234567890: {holding stomach} Ow! Ow! ~QWERTYUIOP: That's funny! ASDFGHJKL: Gaaaaa! Hehe! {simaltaneously}~ 1234567890: THAT'S IT! I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE OF THIS! {opens a window, then jumps out} QWERTYUIOP: Wait, 911, you still haven't told us the how the how of the future! Shopiom: AAAAAAAA! {jumps out the already open window} {music starts playing, then QWERTYUIOP and ASDFGHJKL dance. QWERTYUIOP does the disco while ASDFGHJKL turns around and shakes his butt} The End |