| 
  • If you are citizen of an European Union member nation, you may not use this service unless you are at least 16 years old.

  • Files spread between Dropbox, Google Drive, Gmail, Slack, and more? Dokkio, a new product from the PBworks team, integrates and organizes them for you. Try it for free today.

View
 

WereDrunk

Page history last edited by PBworks 13 years, 5 months ago

The transcript below isn't found on any Homestar Runner related thingy. Me and Lapper (Mostly Lapper) made it one day when we were bored.


 

Mike: We should get our old buddy, you know, the best film maker in Atlanta.

 

Matt: Craig?

 

Mike: No, not him.

 

Matt: The guy who made that film. about those guys. in that place You know, the uh... the uh... producer in Atlanta. Old, what's-his-name.

 

Missy: Eikhoff, Dear.

 

Mike: Right, him.

 

Matt: I SAW that film.

 

Mike: You did not.

 

Matt: I did.

 

Mike: How was it?

 

Matt: You really wanna know?

 

Missy: Yeah.

 

Matt: It was total crap. {Mike laughs} Seriously. Like, 0 out of 5, but the best total crap in the state!! I know. I know. Call him. {Matt dials}

 

{Dial tone}

 

{Twice}

 

{Thrice}

 

Chad: Who the crap are you guys?

 

Matt: Old friends, buddy. Back in Mrs. What's-her-name.

 

Chad: Stop bothering me or I'll call the cops!

 

Matt: Kindergarten class. No, wait {Mike is laughing hard}

 

{Tooooooo}

 

Matt: We're your buddies.

 

Mike: Nah... Just stick his name there.

 

Missy: Y'all are drunk as hell.

 

Matt: Right.

 

Mike: He wouldn't mind.

 

Matt: Just throw some animations from the sketchbook on there. Just... just use the scanner.

 

Missy: I'm taking you to a detox unit; your BAC is like 3 times the legal limit.

 

Matt: Don't take us to detox.

 

Mike: We're not even that drun...

 

Matt: Drunk. Right.

 

Mike: What was in this fried chicken?

 

Matt: honestly. We didn't drink anything.

 

Missy: I don't care. Y'all are so drunk.

 

Matt: Fine. Can... can...

 

Mike: Can we bring the chicken bucket with us?

 

Missy: No, just don't eat that. It's like basted in Everclear.

 

Mike: Hon, we're... right in the middle of making a cartoon...

 

Matt: A cartoon. {Missy drags them into car}

 

Matt: C'mon. I don't wanna go.

 

{Back in Chad's place)

 

Chad: Hon, who were those guys?

 

Wife: I think they went to your kindergarten class, dear.

 

Chad: Oh, those guys? They'll just probably throw my name on their cartoon for good measure. Bunch of losers.

 

{Cut to back of car, Missy dragging TBC by shirts}

 

Matt & Mike: We don't wanna go.

 

Matt: We're busy...

 

Mike: Lying about our cast...

 

Matt: Right, we're too busy... lying to go to detox.

 

Missy: Shut up. Jeez, Matt if you put me in that cartoon of yours...

 

Matt: Fine, fine.

 

Mike: You won't be in it.

 

Matt: Or at least you won't talk.

 

Missy: Honestly, this website idea of yours is completely bogus. Do you honestly think you can make a livin' off this?

 

Matt: Absolutely.

 

Mike: Definitely.

 

Matt: I'm quitting my job right now... {Dials cell phone}

 

{Missy grabs cell phone}

 

Missy: You better not.

 

Mike: I already have.

 

Missy: Mike, dang it, how are we going to support ourselves?

 

Mike: I don't know.

 

{Matt grabs cell phone, dials, yells incoherently, closes cell phone, hands back to Missy in under 2 seconds}

 

Matt: I just did, too. We're unemployed.

 

Mike: Wrong. We're self-employed.

 

{Missy groans, walks away}

 

Matt: We have the greatest jobs.

 

Mike: Yeah, I order the chicken, and you talk in various voices.

 

Matt: Right. And Missy... Missy... yells at us...

 

Mike: And tells us to do stupid things...

 

Matt: Like bathe... and eat... and... and... {Chokes}

 

Mike: And breathe...

 

Matt: {exhales} Stupid stuff like that...

 

Mike: Yeah...

 

Matt: Jeez, Mike, you have a bucket of chicken on your head.

 

Mike: Oh, Gosh. {takes off bucket} That's embarassing.

 

Missy: I swear, if you two get that drunk again, I won't tell you to when to breathe anymore.

 

Matt: You neglect us!

 

{end}

 

Mike: Wait, New Orleans is under water?

 

Missy: {Groans} Y'all are drunk as hell.

Comments (0)

You don't have permission to comment on this page.