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Writer's Commentary

When I was writing this episode, I thought that I could give Cruroar and Cieeia the role of being in the limelight whilst working in Sirhcnoc and his evil schemes. However, this backfired and it ended up getting scrapped. The plot for the episode was sort of lame anyway.

Transcript

{Open to Conchris' House - Living room, Conchris and Cruroar are there}

CRUROAR: You know, the writer has gotten a lot more lazy these days.

CONCHRIS: Well he has quit smoking...

CRUROAR: {raises an eyebrow} I thought that was playing that Team Fortress 2 game... thing...

CONCHRIS: Oh right, you'd think he'd have more time. Oh well, at least we have more time...

CRUROAR: Time for what?

CONCHRIS: This. {pulls out a rocket launcher and fires a glowing rocket at Cruroar, Cruroar blows up} Crit Rocket!

{Cue intro}

{Open to Conchris' House, again. Cieeia is asleep on the couch as Cruroar walks in}

CRUROAR: Hey, Cieeia. Sleeping on the couch again?

{Cieeia wakes up and yawns, she then sits up}

CIEEIA: Yep. It's like I'm stuck to this couch.

{Conchris suddenly appears behind the two}

CONCHRIS: Hey! Good morning! How are you all today? I'm fine.

CRUROAR: Can we at least have a DECENT conversation without YOU interrupting?!

CONCHRIS: No. Because I am the interruptererererer....er...

{Pause}

CONCHRIS: Anyway, have you seen Chrion-

CRUROAR and CIEEIA: No.

CONCHRIS: Oh... how about For-

CRUROAR: She says she's gone to blast some robots because she is sick of our idiocy!

CONCHRIS: Spare me the details, Drama King! Right, I'm going to go... place... bye now.

{Conchris walks over to the basement door, opens it and throws himself down the stairs}

CONCHRIS: {gets quieter over time} OH CRAP, I FORGOT TO TURN ON THE LIGHTTTTtttt....

{The basement door emits a bright light, Cruroar shuts it}

CRUROAR: So, now what?

{Pause as the two begin to think}

CIEEIA: {smiles} Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

CRUROAR: Sure am.

{Pause}

CIEEIA and CRUROAR: CHECKERS!

{Cut to the same room, only a few minutes later, Cruroar and Cieeia are sitting on the floor with a checkers board in front of them, Cieeia is beating Cruroar in the number of her pieces left on the board}

CRUROAR: Why do you always win?

CIEEIA: You're not even trying, are you?

CRUROAR: Maybe I just suck at board games.

CONCHRIS: {off-screen, echoed} Maybe you just plain old suck. With a capital S!

CRUROAR: Grrr...

CIEEIA: Just ignore him, Cruroar.

{Cruroar moves his red piece across the board and takes away four of Cieeia's black pieces}

CIEEIA: There! You see? You got me!

CRUROAR: Thanks.

{Pause}

CIEEIA: Hmm... It's so quiet around here, I wonder where that funny guy went off to?

{Cut to the govermental offices, Chrionroar is constantly slamming the table with the stop sign dressed in a bridal outfit}

GOVERNMENT MAN #1: No, we will not change the law to allow marriage of inanimate objects! That's just sick!

CHRIONROAR: YOU WILLS! {smacks the man in the face with the stop sign, he shows no signs of being hurt}

GOVERNMENT MAN #1: {to self} Somebody please kill me...

{Cut back to Conchris' House}

CIEEIA: That... was an odd cutaway...

CONCHRIS: {off-screen, echoed} Yeah, an odd cutaway for LOSERS! AH HA HA HA HA!

CIEEIA: SHUT UP! {pulls out a pipe and throws it at the door, breaking a hole in it. A little while after, a clang noise is heard}

CONCHRIS: {off-screen, echoed} OW! STOP THROWING STUFF AT ME!

CIEEIA: Shut up.

CONCHRIS: {off-screen, echoed} Fine!

CRUROAR: So... anyway, what's on TV?

{Cruroar grabs the remote from the small table and turns the TV on to reveal Newsman McNewsman at the docks}

NEWSMAN MCNEWSMAN: Hi! Newsman McNewsman here with a special report! Two hooligans by the names "Sirhcnoc and Greg" have stolen an oil ship in an attempt to do evil stuff! Back to you, Mr. Yffulf.

{The screen cuts back to the news station, revealing a Yffulf wearing a business suit, the name "Bob the Yffulf" pops up on screen}

BOB: Thank you, that's all for today on Wikity News.

{A news jingle is heard and Cruroar switches off the TV}

CIEEIA: We gotta do something!

CRUROAR: Pfft, it's probably Sirhcnoc doing it for the attention.

CIEEIA: But the oil! If we don't act fast, oil prices will go up!

CRUROAR: G.A.S.P! Quick! Let's get Conches to help us!

{Cut to Conchris' Basement, Conchris is fiddling with a box as Cruroar runs down the stairs}

CRUROAR: Hey, Conchris!

{The box suddenly opens to reveal a spring-loaded boxing glove, it hits Conchris in the face, disfiguring it for the rest of the scene}

CONCHRIS: What is it now?

CRUROAR: Sirhcnoc's stealing an oil ship for his evil plans!

CONCHRIS: That's stupid. Evil villains do evil stuff all the time! What's next? Sirhcnoc kicks a puppy?

{Cut to the news station, Bob has a piece of paper in front of him}

BOB: In other news, Sirhcnoc has kicked a puppy... but then he showed remorse and recovered it.

{Cut back to the basement, Conchris' face is no longer disfigured}

CRUROAR: Anyway, will you help us?

CONCHRIS: No.

CRUROAR: Why not?

CONCHRIS: Wikity's Annual Burst Into Other People's Houses Whilst Looking For Gold And Stuff Competition.

CRUROAR: The WABIOPHWLFGASC?

CONCHRIS: Yes, the Wabio-phowlef-gask. Now, leave me be. I have to set a million traps in this house...

CRUROAR: {sighs} Fine... {walks back upstairs}

{Cut to The Streets, Cruroar and Cieeia walk out of Conchris' House}

CRUROAR: Looks like we got our own episode again!

CIEEIA: Yeah! But don't you think the plot could be changed a little?

CRUROAR: I don't know, we should ask the writer.

{Cut to Wiki User City, Cruroar and Cieeia are in the park pleading with the writer, the writer has his arms folded}

WRITER: No.

{Cut to a time card that reads "Two hours of a train ride later..."}

{Cut to Wikity Train Station, Cruroar and Cieeia walk out of the station onto the streets}

CRUROAR: Well, that was timewasting...

CIEEIA: Yeah...

CRUROAR: Do you have to agree with everything I say?

CIEEIA: You keep taking the words out of my mouth!

CRUROAR: Oh...

{Pause}

CIEEIA: This is going to be a very poorly written episode, isn't it?

CRUROAR: I don't know, let's ask the writ-

{The writer appears out of nowhere and punches Cruroar in the gut}

WRITER: I said, NO! {runs off}

{Pause}

CIEEIA: Well, let's go off and find this oil ship, it's probably not very far from here...

{Pan right to reveal a sign that reads "The Docks: Not very far from here miles"}

CIEEIA: How convenient! Let's go Cruroar! {walks off, dragging Cruroar with her}

{After Cruroar and Cieeia had left the scene, Chrionroar suddenly pops up from behind the sign and takes a bite of it, the board reading "The Docks" are then replaced with "Toxic Factory", (DUN DUN DUN!)}

{Cut to the outside of the toxic factory, Cruroar becomes more and more worried as they go further in with several pools of toxic waste appearing in the background and a few skeletons appearing in both the background and foreground}

CRUROAR: Cieeia, I don't think this is such a good idea...

CIEEIA: We're headed for the docks right? Signs don't lie!

{Cruroar and Cieeia venture onward}