STRONG BAD: {sings} Oh email, I'm gonna let you down easy... when I break up with you.

{reading}
Hey Strong Bad,
Get Bubs to give out free luncch {read "lunkich"} specials and I'll show you a hot girl. {stops reading} Hm. Sounds like a solid deal!

{reading again, pronounced as it's written}
Sincerly,
Someone

Aww, I hate it when they don't put a name. And when they misspell "sincerely." "Luncch" doesn't bother me so much. {He backspaces and erases the last two lines, then types out two new ones}
Keep on... tranglin',
Larry Pat

Well Larry, legend has it that Bubs has to give you a free lunch special if you can get him to say his name backwards... minus the first b. "Sbu." You have to get him to say "Sbu." How hard could that be, right? I mean, I'm saying "sbu" all the time. This'll be a cakewalk... or at least a sbu-walk.

{Cut to Bubs's Concession Stand. A sign that reads "Super Chinese Fish Buffalo Rice - Smoothies Too!" is hanging over the "Bubs Concession Stand" marquee. Bubs is inside holding a chicken in one arm and wiping it with a cloth. Strong Bad enters.}

BUBS: {sings} Shinin' up a chicken in the mo'nin', mo'nin'...

STRONG BAD: Hey, Bubs... read this sign for me. {holds up a sign}

BUBS: {squints at the sign, then reads slowly} "Duck A L'Orange."

STRONG BAD: What? {spins the sign around and reads it. Indeed it says, "Duck A L'Orange." Produces a walkie-talkie} The Cheat, I thought I told you to make it say "sbu!"

{The screen splits down the center. On the right is Strong Bad. On the left is The Cheat, who also has a walkie talkie and is sitting next to Strong Bad's computer. A piece of paper attached to the back wall says "Home Base" and has a Strong Badified skull and crossbones drawn on it.}

THE CHEAT: (assorted Cheat sounds)

STRONG BAD: Oh, you really want some duck a l'orange, huh? You know we can't afford to eat like that! {looks to the side, then puts his hand near his mouth to hide his voice} Aren't you a duck anyways?

THE CHEAT: {angry Cheat sounds)

STRONG BAD: I dunno. You kinda remind me of a duck...

{The screen fades to black. Fade back in to the Concession Stand. Strong Bad enters holding a mirror}

STRONG BAD: Hey, Bubbsie! Say your name into this mirror. {holds up the mirror}

BUBS: Bubs!

STRONG BAD: Uh, hold on. {puts the mirror closer to Bubs's face} Okay, say it again. Say it real clear this time.

BUBS: {slower} Buh-ubs.

STRONG BAD: Oh, this thing is worthless! {He smashes the mirror on the ground and walks away}

{Fade to black again. Fade back in to the Concession Stand. This time, Coach Z is there ordering something.}

COACH Z: Gimme a basket of double hot wings, pants down, a couple of egg rolls... {slams his hands to the countertop and speaks forcefully} ...and a cod plank platter!

BUBS: You got it!

{Strong Bad walks up and throws a hose into the stand}

STRONG BAD: {shouting off to the side} All right, The Cheat! Crank it! {water starts pouring through the hose}

BUBS: {annoyed} Can I help you?

{simultaneously}
COACH Z: I think he's flooding you out.
STRONG BAD: I'm flooding you out!
{They stop and stare at each other.}

{simultaneously}
COACH Z: I think he-
STRONG BAD: I'm floo-
{They stop and stare at each other again.}

STRONG BAD: I'm flooding you out until you say your name backwards minus the first B!

BUBS: Why are you trying to get me to say "sbu?"

STRONG BAD: THERE! You said it! Now you gotta give me a free lunch special!

BUBS: {shakes his head} No, no, no. Getting me to say my name backwards minus the B just makes me lose my super power!

STRONG BAD: What super power?

BUBS: Being able to fly.

STRONG BAD: You can fly??

BUBS: Well... {hangs head down} not anymore I can't.

STRONG BAD: Oh. Right.

BUBS: Eh, I never really used it all that much. Since I gained all this weight, I could really only hover a couple two or three inches above the ground anyways.

COACH Z: {slams hands to the countertop, looks around and speaks frantically} Either of you ladies gonna get me my cod plank platter?!?

{Back to the computer.}

STRONG BAD: {typing} I'm pretty sure Bubs is a big liar, but I did get him to say his name backwards minus the first B. So now you gotta show me a hot girl, Larry Pat. Or, buy me lunch. Or... whatever the deal was. I'll just go ahead and sit here and wait for the hot girl to appear on my screen, I guess. {stops typing, speaks quietly} Not like I got a whole lot else going on... mmm.

{The Paper comes down... but IT'S NOT OVER! If you wait around for a bit, the computer beeps and a new e-mail scrolls up.}

Ooh, an email!

{Strong Bad reads the email, talking slowly and pronouncing each word just as it's written}
Deur Strond bad,
I hava a emau] n ow. Cheet helps.

Stlong Mad

Well, looks like ol' Strong Mad has finally hit the Information Superhighway like a flaming sack of crap. Oh, and there's an attachment! Maybe he sent me a picture of a hot girl.

{Strong Bad double-clicks on the word "Attachment" underneath the email. A very poorly drawn picture of a dinosaur, a plate of bacon and eggs, and a glass of orange juice in front of a volcano pops up.}

An MS Paint drawing of a Brontosaurus having breakfast. Well... it's a fairly hot Brontosaurus anyhow! {talking softly} Well hey, what's happenin' Brontosaurus baby... what are you doing... OKAY I GOTTA GET OUT OF THE HOUSE. {he gets up and runs away}