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