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Post by Honstlar on Feb 7, 2019 14:22:51 GMT -6
After SRMX12 accidentally opens a portal to another galaxy, the gang will have to face the most fearsome beings ever to not have any legs, The Daleks.
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Post by Gfdgsgxgzgdrc on Feb 13, 2019 21:40:07 GMT -6
1. Sorry, I didn't see this script existed 'til now. 2. Just warning you in advance, I know 0% about Doctor Who. So this may not be my best script. Anyways, continuing.{Fade in to Gfd buttering a live salamander, putting it on a brick, and putting that between two slices of bread} Now that's a sandwich. {He starts to take a bite when an alarm goes off} Wha buh huh? My alarm!! I'm late for the meeting! {Cut to Gfd running through the Field. He speeds through the door of the Pillquarters, exhausted. The members are working on a machine.} Sorry I'm late, Supreme Overlord and the rest! What's going on here? What is this metallic wonder of science?
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Post by Honstlar on Feb 14, 2019 11:28:57 GMT -6
It's an interocitor. A what? An interocitor. It's a device that lets you view other planets without actually going there! Oh... So, it's a telescope. No, it's not.
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Post by Gfdgsgxgzgdrc on Feb 16, 2019 14:40:29 GMT -6
So how does this telescope work? Step inside and see! {SRMX12 opens a door and everyone walks inside. Cut to the BODH on the surface of Mars.} Whoa! We're on the Mars planet! Can we go to the Hershey's planet next? We're not on Mars. I said it lets you view planets without being there. This is just a holographic illusion. Whoaaa. This is one fancy telescope. How on Earth does it let us see Mars? The positionic celestial calculator predicts the location of whichever planet you choose at the current moment, and aims the lasertronic echo beacon toward its location. The beacon sends out millions of high-frequency laser signals per second toward the planet, deflecting back an echolocated landscape of the atmosphere, including pigmented atoms so that the planet's color can be detected! This data is recieved by the lasertron detector feed, and converted to a three-dimensional rendering, and projected holographically inside this small room using state-of-the-art Z-axis light graphic projection technology! {Silence} It makes it look like Mars. Ohhh. Now I understand. What other planets can we visit?
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Post by Honstlar on Feb 16, 2019 17:12:48 GMT -6
How about Mercury?
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Post by Gfdgsgxgzgdrc on Feb 19, 2019 17:57:03 GMT -6
'Course! {It switches to Mercury}ALL: Co oo ool.
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Post by Honstlar on Apr 24, 2019 20:32:25 GMT -6
Ooh, do Jupiter! {switches to Jupiter} Jupiter's neat and all, but I want that chocolate planet! {switches to a smooth, brown world} Hey, this is dollar store chocolate, I wanted Hershey chocolate! {cuts to Honstlar in a hamster wheel} I'm working on it! {Honstlar starts running}
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Post by Gfdgsgxgzgdrc on Apr 25, 2019 17:58:11 GMT -6
{The machine switches to a nearly identical planet} YES! This is all I've ever dreamed of at night for seventhree-nine years!! You realize you can't eat it, right? Oh. But after all, I'm Gfd... so I can still try! {Gfd starts chomping at the machine, causing it to malfunction} GFD! STOP! You're wrecking the beam transmitter! It'll affect the anti-atom displacement theorem I've formulated! I CAN ALMOST TASTE THE CHOCOLATE!
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Post by Honstlar on Apr 25, 2019 18:12:54 GMT -6
EVERYBODY RUN!!! (Honstlar starts running) Wait, I'm still in the wheel. (Honstlar jumps out of the wheel, leaving it spinning) Okay, let's try that again. (Honstlar runs out of the machine, with the rest of the gang following suit.)
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Post by Gfdgsgxgzgdrc on Apr 25, 2019 18:24:25 GMT -6
{The machine glitches and sparks, before it ignites into flames and explodes, opening an intergalactic portal} Oh no! The anti-atom displacement mechanism has backfired and torn open a quantum hole within the very fabric of the space-time continuum! Oh no! It be's portal! Stand back, everyone. We don't know what kind of cacodemons that swirly Photoshop magic may hold!
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Post by Honstlar on Apr 25, 2019 18:53:58 GMT -6
(Silence.) Huh, nothing's happening. Well, I guess that's the end of that. Let's get ice cream! (The BODH walks out of the Pillquarters.) I like ice. (Zoom in on the portal, then fade to deep space where we see a bronze saucer.) Text: Meanwhile, on the other side of the universe... (Cut to the interior of the ship, which is populated by bronze tank like machines with telescopic plunger arms, a glowing eye stalk, and two light bulbs on the head) Dalek 1: SUMMON THE SUPREME DALEK. (A red Dalek with a longer, gold neck appears.) Supreme Dalek: EXPLAIN WHY MY PRESENCE IS NEEDED AT THIS TIME. EXPLAIN! EXPLAIN! EXPLAIN! Dalek 1: AN ANOMALY HAS BEEN DETECTED NEAR THIS SECTOR OF SPACE. Dalek 2: IT APPEARS TO BE A WORMHOLE TO AN UNKNOWN PLANET. Supreme Dalek: THEN WE SHALL CLAIM THIS WORLD FOR THE DALEK CAUSE AND EXTERMINATE ANY OPPOSITION! Dalek 3: APPROACHING ANOMALY. SPACIAL WARP TO COMMENCE IN 21 RELS!* Supreme Dalek: SOON, ALL OF THE UNIVERSE WILL BOW DOWN BEFORE THE SUPERIOR BEINGS! THE TIME HAS COME TO EXTERMINATE! Dalek 1: EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE! Dalek 2: (Simultaneously) EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE! All: EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE! (Cut to the saucer flying through the portal as the chanting continues, then cut to the mall.) *Author's Notes: A rel in Dalek time translates to 1 earth second.
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Post by EDITED Video Greg on Apr 27, 2019 10:04:48 GMT -6
Ice Cream Man: (spots Gfd) Ohhhh boy. It would be appreciated if you- Ice Cream Man: We are quite familiar with your usual. Unfortunately, lack of mothballs, mixed nuts, sour grapes, every brand of alcohol ever consumed by Frank Zappa, the basics foundations of comedy in the eyes of an 18-year old and an extra molecule on the 13th and 27th popcorn Jelly Belly means we must draw your attention to "Fred's Frozen Yogurt".
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Post by Honstlar on Apr 27, 2019 10:52:50 GMT -6
THERE'S FROYO?!?! (Gfd dashes off.) MUST. EAT. EVERYTHING! Ice Cream Man: I feel like I've made a huge mistake. I'll have an M.C.C.C. Ice Cream Man: A what? M.C.C.C. Mint Choccy Chip Cone. Ice Cream Man: Oh, OK. I want a Sonic bar! You mean an S.D.H.O.A.W.S? A Sonic's Decapitated Head On A Wooden Stake.
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Post by Honstlar on Apr 27, 2019 15:26:25 GMT -6
THERE'S FROYO?!?! (Gfd dashes off.) MUST. EAT. EVERYTHING! Ice Cream Man: I feel like I've made a huge mistake. I'll have an M.C.C.C. Ice Cream Man: A what? M.C.C.C. Mint Choccy Chip Cone. Ice Cream Man: Oh, OK. I want a Sonic bar! You mean an S.D.H.O.A.W.S? A.K.A, a Sonic's Decapitated Head On A Wooden Stake?
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Post by Gfdgsgxgzgdrc on Apr 27, 2019 21:50:17 GMT -6
Just so you know, you can edit your posts.{Cut to the BODH and B-Team eating their desserts at a table. Honstlar has an ice cream cone, Homestar has Sonic's head on a stick, and Gfd has a container of frozen yogurt.} Wow. Am I hallucinating? What? You only got one container of yogen frozurt!! What have you done with the Garbles? Oh no, this is the entirety of Earth's frozen yogurt supply. Several million tons. I compressed it into a single container for maximum flavorage. Smart plan. Can I have a spoonful? The froyo density will cause the atoms in your mouth to implode, and your stomach will burst from eating like a b'jillion pounds. Ooh, sounds cool. But wait, why can you eat it? I'm the Garbles, remember? I can handle it because of my mysterious eating wizardry.
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Post by Gfdgsgxgzgdrc on May 16, 2019 20:52:05 GMT -6
Hey, what are those big fancy saltshakers doing over there?
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Post by Honstlar on May 16, 2019 22:16:02 GMT -6
Those are trashcans, Gfd. They eat garbage. Oh right, I keep forgetting that. Does that flying saucer eat trash too? All: FLYING SAUCER?!?!?!?
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Post by Gfdgsgxgzgdrc on May 18, 2019 15:32:44 GMT -6
{An actual saucer with wings flies by} Oh, it's just an actual flying saucer. It was nothing to worry about after all. I guess we don't have to worry about those aliens over there either. ALL: ALIENS?!
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Post by Honstlar on May 20, 2019 17:35:34 GMT -6
(Pan to two stereotypical green aliens talking near a clothing store, then pan back to the group.) Those guys are here every week. Oh, then tell me what that bronze thingy is. All: BRONZE THINGY?!?!? (The bronze Dalek saucer from earlier lands near the mall.) Okay, that's new.
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Post by Gfdgsgxgzgdrc on May 20, 2019 20:23:44 GMT -6
{The Daleks come out of the saucer}
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Post by Honstlar on May 20, 2019 20:57:38 GMT -6
Dalek: ATTENTION INFERIOR BEINGS! YOU WILL BE EXTERMINATED ON SIGHT! RESISTANCE IS POINTLESS! Stereotypical Green Alien: Woah, calm down Eugene Eugenics, maybe we can talk this over- Dalek: EXTERMINATE!! (The Dalek fires a beam of energy from its whisk, causing the stereotypical green alien to disintegrate.) The Other Stereotypical Green Alien: Oh my glob, he killed Stereotypical Green Alien #1!! You monster!
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Post by Gfdgsgxgzgdrc on Jun 14, 2019 20:01:28 GMT -6
How on Earth do we fight these alien maniacs? Or... how in space, for that matter?
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Post by Honstlar on Jun 14, 2019 22:56:31 GMT -6
Dalek: SIMPLE, YOU DON'T! EXTERMINATE!!! (The Dalek fires at Gfd, who quickly dodges.) RUN! (The gang runs away.) Daleks: EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE! (Cut to the BODH hiding in a clothing store.)
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Post by Gfdgsgxgzgdrc on Aug 8, 2019 18:56:55 GMT -6
{whispering} We'll just stay here 'til they leave. We may have to survive on clothes for a few weeks. {whispering} I have no problem with that.
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Post by Honstlar on Aug 9, 2019 19:00:46 GMT -6
A few weeks?!?! We're lucky we've survived these past 30 seconds! Those things are unstoppable! We can't just hope that they don't vaporize everything with their whisks of doom! They will find us, and when they do... Earth goes bye-bye. But if Earth goes bye-bye, my stash of honey-kissed Panzer tanks go bye-bye! I CAN'T LET THEM GO BYE-BYE!!! NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO PANIC! It is however, the time to plan-ic.
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Post by Gfdgsgxgzgdrc on Aug 9, 2019 20:47:27 GMT -6
Okay. Let's planic. Planic. Wait, that sounds like picnic. {Zoom in on Gfd as he thinks.} I GOT IT! {takes out a blueprint and starts drawing} So, we invite the alien robot whatever thingies to a picnic. With not only bread, but also peanut jam! They'll be pleased by our offer and then they won't want to destroy our planet no mores!
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Post by Gfdgsgxgzgdrc on Oct 14, 2019 18:23:47 GMT -6
You're onto something. SHUT UP! Now is neither the time nor the place nor the state of existence for picnics. Exactly. Now, what should our plan-ic be?
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Post by Gfdgsgxgzgdrc on Jul 1, 2020 12:37:58 GMT -6
Hmm. Let me think some more. {ponders for a moment} Well, there is a robo-trashcan in front of us, so maybe we could use that to our advantage. {Zoom out to reveal a Dalek right in front of them.} Or we could just run. Why should we run from a trashcan? Oh wait. It's that trashcan.
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Post by Honstlar on Jul 1, 2020 23:42:59 GMT -6
Dalek: EXTERMINATE! (The Dalek fires and the gang speed off before the blast can hit any of them.)
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Post by Gfdgsgxgzgdrc on Jul 17, 2021 16:25:50 GMT -6
What do we dooo?!
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