Hey guys, this is a work in progress, but here's what I got so far.

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{Strong Bad, Strong Mad, and The Cheat are hanging out around the couch, being lazy, much like they were in Thing in a Bag.}

STRONG BAD: Man... so bored...

STRONG MAD: Mahhhhhh... MAHHHHHH...

STRONG BAD: I know, I know! Calm down. I'm thinking here. The Cheat, you have any ideas?

THE CHEAT: {dismissively} Meh.

STRONG BAD: Hey, don't give me that! Be a team player man. We've been lying around for like five, maybe six hours, and we still have nothing to do.

THE CHEAT: {mockingly} Meh-ne-meh-ne-meh.

STRONG BAD: What the crap, The Cheat - I told you to be a team player! You're more like, a team... non... player... or like... a non... team... player. Yeah, that's it. A non-team player. This room is for team players only. Isn't that right, Strong Mad?

STRONG MAD: CHEAT STAYS!

STRONG BAD: Aw, c'mon you guys! Throw me a friggin bone here!

{Homestar walks in.}

HOMESTAR RUNNER: Hey guys, whatcha doin'?

STRONG BAD: A whole lotta nothin'.

HOMESTAR RUNNER: Oh really? I thought cool guys like you would be having fun, maybe looking in some bags...?

STRONG BAD: Oh, OH! Of COURSE! We're, uh, we're having band practice. Yeah, that's right. We're practicing... for our band.

HOMESTAR RUNNER: Oh cool, can I join?

STRONG BAD: No, it's uh, it's top secret. Aren't you in a band anyways?

HOMESTAR RUNNER: Yeah, but they're not as cool as you. They do weird stuff like polka. I bet a super-cool band like yours must play some awesome music... like, um, hard rock, and techno... and rock...

STRONG BAD: I tried my hand at techno before, but I wasn't really into it. But yeah, our band, it's.. it's top secret, so uh, we can't tell you what kind of music it is. In fact, go away.

HOMESTAR RUNNER: You got it!

{Homestar walks out.}

STRONG BAD: Oh man, why didn't I think of that before! We'll start a band!

STRONG MAD: I WANT TO PLAY! I WANT TO PLAY!

STRONG BAD: Of course, big guy! We'll all play. The Cheat, you can play keyboard, right?

THE CHEAT: {excitedly} Meh-meh!

STRONG BAD: Right! And I can come up with some awesome lyrics and maybe sing some of the songs. Hmm... what can Strong Mad do?

STRONG MAD: MAH!

{Strong Mad leaps to his feet, and walks off. He walks back on with two garbage can lids and smashes them together. They crush under the force.}

STRONG BAD: Who-hoah! Nice one, big bro! You'll be percussion. We'll just need to invest in a lot more garbage can lids.

STRONG MAD: I'M IN A BAND!

STRONG BAD: You sure are. But we need more than three people to make a band... we're gonna have to hold auditions.

{Cut to the auditorium. Strong Bad and The Cheat are sitting in the front seats.}

STRONG BAD: Okay, let's call in our first contestant. Come on out!

{Marzipan walks on with Carol.}

MARZIPAN: Hey guys, let's get rocking!

{Marzipan starts to play guitar, but Strong Bad cuts her very short.}

STRONG BAD: Uh, Marzipan, didn't you read the audition notice? I said we wanted cool people for our awesome band. You're more of what we'd call a lame person for a stupid band. Next!

MARZIPAN: {as she walks offstage, muttering to herself} Fine, I didn't wanna be in your stupid band anyway. Come on, Carol.

{Marzipan leaves, and Strong Sad walks on.}

STRONG SAD: I would like to try out for the position of lyricist.

STRONG BAD: Give me five good reasons why I should let you read your crappy poetry instead of having Strong Mad kick you off the stage.

STRONG SAD: Well... one, because I feel after years of torment from you, I deserve some compensation; two, because you write the worst songs I've ever heard; three, because one time when we were little kids I got this new bike, and I wanted to ride the bike because I worked hard to get the money to buy it, and so I got the bike, and I was just going to go ride it, when I couldn't find it anywhere. And so I figured it was just my dumb luck that I couldn't find my brand-new bike, but then, I saw you riding a bike that looked identical to mine, but you said it was your bike, but I could swear it was mine, but--

STRONG BAD: Alright alright, already! Sheesh. Listening to that story again is worse than your poetry! Fine, go ahead.

STRONG SAD: Ahem. {pulls out a few sheets of paper from behind him} The world is a dark void / Lo, for I feel its cold embrace with every step I take / The darkness, swirling around me, inviting me in / I know not whether to proceed or retreat...

STRONG BAD: Thank you, next!

{Strong Sad hangs his head and walks off. Strong Mad walks on.}

STRONG BAD: Uh, Strong Mad, I said next. Who's next on the list?

STRONG MAD: {singing} I'M SAILING AWAY...

STRONG BAD: {under Strong Mad's singing} Uh, big bro, you're already in the band. You don't need to try out.

STRONG MAD: {singing} SET AN OPEN COURSE FOR THE VIRGIN SEA...

STRONG BAD: No, for reals, nobody wants to hear you sing. Get off stage so we can have the next auditioner.

STRONG MAD: {singing} I'VE GOT TO BE FREE...

STRONG BAD: You've got to get off the stage and let the next person come on!

STRONG MAD: I SANG A SONG!

STRONG BAD: Get off the stage!

{Strong Mad walks off stage. Homsar waddles in.}

HOMSAR: DaAaAaAaAaAaAAAAAAAAAAA!

STRONG BAD: Who let you in here?!

HOMSAR: I walked up the elevator.

STRONG BAD: NEXT!

{Cut to the couch room. Strong Bad, Strong Mad, The Cheat, Homestar Runner, Bubs, and Coach Z are there. The Cheat has his keyboard, Strong Mad has a pile of garbage can lids behind him, Homestar's holding Carol, Bubs has the keytar, and Coach Z and Strong Bad are both holding mics.}

STRONG BAD: Okay, everyone. First thing on the agenda. We need a name for the band.

COACH Z: How about the Wu Tang Clan?

STRONG BAD: Uh, I'm pretty sure that name's taken, Coach. Aren't they one of your favorite bands?

COACH Z: Oh yeah!

HOMESTAR RUNNER: I think we should go with Witch's Brew.

{Long silence.}

STRONG BAD: You're out of the band.

{After a brief pause, Homestar walks out.}

THE CHEAT: Meh-meh!

STRONG BAD: What's that, The Cheat?

THE CHEAT: Misoh! Minny-meh!

BUBS: I like it, it's got a nice ring to it!

STRONG BAD: Bubs, what are you talking about? We can't have a band name in Cheat talk! What would that even look like? The Cheat, I just don't think it's gonna work. Our band will never sell if people can't even say the name right.

THE CHEAT: {dejected} Meh.

STRONG MAD: I WANT TO SING AGAIN!

STRONG BAD: Oh no you don't! You already went through that entire friggin Styx album. You stick to smashing and we'll handle the finer aspects.

BUBS: Waitaminute! I got me a great idea! We got two of the Brothers Strong in the band, so why don't we call it... The Strong Band?

STRONG BAD: Bubs, that might be... the worst idea you've ever come up with. But still, it's better than what we've got, so we're going with it.

BUBS: That works for me! I'll just take 25% of the cut as payment.

STRONG BAD: Don't push your luck. Now we need to write some songs.

COACH Z: I wrote some mad rhymes right here!

{He pulls out a piece of paper from behind his back. Before he can read it, Strong Mad yanks it out of his hands, puts on some reading glasses, and starts peering over the paper. He then stuffs it in his mouth and chews on it before spitting it out.}

STRONG BAD: Uh, Strong Mad, we only do that with emails.

STRONG MAD: KETCHUP! KETCHUP!

STRONG BAD: Augh. I am this close to kicking you outta the band!

STRONG MAD: KETCHUP!

COACH Z: Hey, I worked all week on those rhymes! I ain't gonna sit here and take this punishmornt! I'm outta here.

{Coach Z takes off.}

STRONG BAD: Well that's just great. We haven't even started and we're already falling apart. The Cheat, start up some cool tunes. Let's write a song before we lose any more members.