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Into the Fanon-verse
Serial	The World of SBFW
Season	i
Episode	8
Airdate	August 29, 2020
Written past	PrimitiveSponge129 PolarTem
Previous Episode	Malarkey in The World of SBFW
Side by side Episode	No Nut November

Into the Fanon-verse is the eighth episode of Season One of The World of SBFW.

Transcript

[Episode begins with Polar looking nervous. Primitive approaches her]

Primitive: Hey, what'south up?

Polar: Meh.

Primitive: What's wrong?

Polar: I've got a bad feeling today.

Archaic: Shouldn't that be everyday?

Polar: Yeah, merely I've got an extra bad feeling today.

Primitive: Why would that be?

Polar: Jasbre is interim a piddling more than… loony than usual.

[Cut to Jasbre inside his headquarters laughing maniacally]

Jasbre: Aye! Yep! I finally did information technology! Later all these years it's finally complete!

Polar: (from outside) What's that, Better Days flavour three?

Jasbre: Wha- where'd y'all-

Primitive: Hey Jabrini, what's all the hubbub?

Jasbre: Close up, I'm trying to express joy like a James Bond villain.

Primitive: Why?

Jasbre: You wanna know why? I'll tell yous why.

[He enters an lift. While he rides it, a muzak version of the theme song plays. He reaches the footing level and exits the headquarters]

Primitive: So… can we know why you're and so loony?

Jasbre: Are you crazy? I'thousand ever loony! (He starts bouncing all over the identify)

Primitive: Well, yeah, just… you seem looni-er today. Can we know why?

Jasbre: Yeah, I guess I tin tell yous two.

Polar: Yeah. (She takes out a walkie-talkie) This is Polar Puppy to Wicked Witch. Tin can you hear me, Wicked Witch? The Jasbrinator is about to tell us his plans.

[The camera pans over to CrazySponge with a walkie-talkie]

CrazySponge: he is??? oh happy happy joy joy!

Jasbre: Wha- Heinz? Oh no, I'm not telling you.

[He puts corks on CrazySponge'due south ears]

CrazySponge: aw, c'mon! you never tell me anything!

Jasbre: I know. Anyway, drumroll please.

Primitive: Sorry, I don't think any of us play.

Jasbre: (sigh, looks towards the photographic camera) Could we get a sound effect or something delight?

[A drumroll sound effect plays]

Jasbre: Thank you. I have successfully invented a fourth dimension car!

Polar and Archaic: Ooh.

Jasbre: Copyright Jasbre Corp.

CrazySponge: what did he say i have muffins in my ears

Primitive: Are you gonna get back in time to see dinosaurs? Or, or the pyramids? Or-

Polar: Or stop SBFW from beingness created?

Jasbre: Well I like that idea, but I was thinking more along the lines of killing Heinz when he was a babe.

CrazySponge: what'd he say?

Polar: Eh, cypher important.

Archaic: Isn't that a flake harsh, even for us?

Polar: I've done worse.

Lock: Did someone say impale CrazySponge?

Jasbre: Well, yeah. I did. I was gonna use my handy-peachy time machine to impale him when he was a baby.

Lock: Why not merely kill him now?

Jasbre: (sigh) I tried.

[Jasbre takes out a gun and shoots CrazySponge. Everyone else gasps. After ten seconds CrazySponge comes back to life]

CrazySponge: i'm okay

Lock: Ohhhhh, and so that's how he keeps surviving those houses.

Primitive: I causeless he had a clone-based organization.

CrazySponge: nah i just consume my cheerios. they're healthy

Polar: Immortality. Noice.

Jasbre: Anyway, I'll see you all later-

[The photographic camera pans over to Polar, Archaic, CrazySponge, and Lock in the time machine]

Jasbre: What the- get out of there!

Primitive: Ooh expect at all the buttons.

Polar: I wanna press them all.

Lock: What does this business firm button do?

CrazySponge: i don't wanna find out

Lock: Only I thought yous were immortal.

CrazySponge: i am, only that doesn't mean death still hurts

Primitive: There you have it folks, from the Box Productions CEO CrazySponge himself. Death hurts.

Jasbre: PolarTem, PrimitiveSponge129, CrazySponge, and Locknloaded23! Out of that fourth dimension car!

Polar: Ooh what does this big red push button do

Jasbre: NO DON'T TOUCH THAT-

[Polar presses it and the time machine closes and starts to milkshake]

Polar: Sayonara!

[interruption]

Polar: Await, why aren't we-

Archaic: Oh, cool. Information technology's like i of those arcade machines!

Lock: I'm gonna be sick.

CrazySponge: cool toy

Jasbre: No, no, no! Press the button once again, for the beloved of christ!

Polar: You mean the big switch matter? Okay.

Jasbre: NO!

[She pulls the switch and the time machine vanishes]

Jasbre: I- (sigh) I like 'em, well, iii of them anyhow, simply even I gotta admit. They're brainless as fuck.

Look at that sun, look at that heaven,

Await at my sweater vest, information technology looks and so wing!

Await at that mailbox, expect at that tree,

Information technology'due south nigh as beautiful equally it can be!

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh,

Today is gonna be infrequent!

Never tedious, even for a minute,

Information technology's my world and we're all living in it!

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh,

(We're all living in it)

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh,

Never slow, even for a minute,

It's my globe and we're all living in it!

[Cut to the motorcar travelling through some fourth dimension vortex or some shit.]

Polar: You know, in retrospect I didn't really think this through.

Primitive: Eh, we need an episode somehow.

CrazySponge: (burp) i shouldn't have eaten xvi bowls of cheerios for breakfast. i should have eaten 17

Lock: I prefer Corn Flakes to be honest.

CrazySponge: WHAT

Polar: Huh, so does Dan.

CrazySponge: WHAT

Archaic: Of class we start arguing over breakfast cereals while nosotros're stuck travelling through fourth dimension and- where are nosotros going anyhow?

Polar: It says here we're going to… The World of SBFW.

Primitive: Isn't that where nosotros started?

Polar: I think then. I oasis't paid attention in history class. I was too decorated thinking almost se-

Primitive: I think nosotros're landing.

Polar: Tin I finish?

CrazySponge: yeah can she finish?

Lock: AIDAN!

CrazySponge: what

Lock: I oughta mute you for that.

Primitive: Practice mutes even work across fourth dimension?

Lock: Well, there's merely 1 fashion to find ou-

[A white lite flashes the screen.]

Lock: Shit, we're here!

Primitive: Oh practiced. I can't wait to go to bed and sleep.

CrazySponge: i can't wait to become to bed and ja-

Lock: AIDAN!

Polar: Are nosotros going to go out of the time machine or stay here and talk nigh sexual intercourse all day?

CrazySponge: one of those sounds great to me

Lock: THAT'S IT! .mute @CrazySponge

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Lock: What? Why didn't it work?

CrazySponge: ha! await… lemme endeavor something. .mute @Locknloaded23

NotSoBot: okay, muted laffy#8095

Lock: WH-

CrazySponge: huh. that actually worked.

Primitive: Okay, fun is fun. Now unmute Lock.

CrazySponge: what if i don't want to

Primitive: ni-

Polar: Okay, out of the time machine anybody.

Primitive: Eh.

[The four go out the fourth dimension car in the spot where they got in.]

Polar: Huh. Nothing changed.

Archaic: Rip-off.

Polar: Maybe we oasis't travelled too far?

[Golfpecks rides on-screen on a skateboard and fourscore's teen dress]

Primitive: What the fu-

Golfpecks: How practice you do, fellow gnarly dudes? Welcome to the totally radical World of SBFW, dudes!

Polar: Okay, mayhap we have travelled too far.

Golfpecks: Remember to listen to some tubular music everyday, dudes! It's the work of God later all! Catch you later gnarly dudes! (He rides off)

[The four just stare silently for a few seconds.]

Polar: Was that-

CrazySponge: golfpecks, uh huh.

Primitive: Someone compression me. I think the machine must accept diddled up afterwards nosotros entered and I am at present in a blackout.

[Polar pinches him.]

Primitive: Well then.

Lock: mmm-mmm-mm!

Primitive: Oh yeah, we really should unmute her.

CrazySponge: what? i'm enjoying this.

[They all look at him.]

CrazySponge: fine. .unmute @Locknloaded23

NotSoBot: ok, unmuted laffy#8095

Lock: AIDAN!!!!

CrazySponge: uh oh. .mute @Lo-

[Lock punches him]

CrazySponge: at least now you lot know how i feel.

Lock: Nah, it's funnier when I do information technology.

Primitive: If Golf game is like that, how does everyone else act?

Lock: Prim, y'all're not suggesting we fuck effectually hither?

Primitive: Oh yeah. It's not like the machine'south gonna become away or annihilation.

[They plough to each other and grinning. Cut to a building labeled Pox Broductions. Screams are heard from within]

Lock: Besides the name everything seems normal so far.

CrazySponge: practise i need to mute you once more?

Lock: Erm, no sir.

Alternating Universe CrazySponge: (inside the edifice) Piece of work HARDER, BASTARDS!

CrazySponge: okay, i don't say that

Polar: I can legally not ostend or deny that.

[Cut to within the Pox Broductions headquarters. Alternate Universe CrazySponge is whipping his workers]

Alternating Universe CrazySponge: More than EPISODES OF ALPOOH'South HORRIBLE PARK! Bustle Up, I Demand MY MONEY!

Primitive: Hot damn.

CrazySponge: that's definitely not me

Alternate Universe CrazySponge: HURRY UP! WHAT Practise You THINK I'M PAYING YOU?

Alternate Universe Jasbre: You don't pay united states of america, sir.

Alternate Universe CrazySponge: DON'T TALK Back TO ME! (He whips Alternating Universe Jasbre)

CrazySponge: (grins) jasbre works for me here?

Primitive: Hot damn [ii].

Alternate Universe Matchy: Sir, don't y'all recollect yous're being a fleck harsh?

Alternate Universe CrazySponge: HARSH? HARSH?? AHAHAHAHAHA!!! Information technology'South Friday, MIREFATCH! THIS IS MY NICEST FORM! At present BACK TO WORK You lot N[redacted]ER

Polar, Primitive, CrazySponge, and Lock: :holupsquid:

[Alternate Universe Aaron walks up to the 4]

Alternate Universe Aaron: You four! I need yous to sign this petition!

Primitive: What's it for?

Alternate Universe Aaron: It's a petition to outlaw all music.

Polar: What? Even Lil' Pampers?

Alternating Universe Aaron: Niggling who?

Polar: Eh, nevermind.

Primitive: Merely why would y'all want to outlaw music?

Alternate Universe Aaron: Because it's the enemy of the state. It's the work of the devil! The last time I listened to that monstrosity I felt my ears were going to explode! Music is going to destroy humanity every bit we know it!

Alternate Universe Golfpecks: Oh come on, Aaron. Music isn't that bad!

Alternate Universe Aaron: Aye information technology is.

Alternate Universe Golfpecks: But music is swell, diggity dog!

Alternate Universe Aaron: LIES! LIES! DON'T Heed TO HIM!

Alternating Universe Matchy: Oh yes! More than drama! I beloved drama!

Polar: I think we've travelled further than I idea.

Primitive: This isn't just through fourth dimension! It's like… a whole other dimension.

Alternate Universe CrazySponge: Look! WHAT ARE YOU DOING Hither? WHAT DID Y'all Merely SAY?

Archaic: I, uh, hello?

CrazySponge: uh, hello me

Alternate Universe CrazySponge: You'RE ME? AHAHAHAHAHA!

CrazySponge: o

Alternating Universe CrazySponge: O? WHAT KIND OF RESPONSE IS THAT?

CrazySponge: well, you know, it'southward like when yous wanna contribute to a conversation but don't know what to say. so yous're but like, "o".

Alternate Universe CrazySponge: You Practise SPEAK SOME SHIT, DON'T Y'all?

CrazySponge: well yeah

Lock: I remember this might have been a bad idea.

Primitive: Would brand a proficient fanfiction though.

Alternate Universe Primitive: I hate Garfield.

Archaic: Nevermind. Nosotros need to fucking bomb this place.

Polar: But that might crusade our dimension to explode or some shit.

Alternate Universe CrazySponge: WHAT THE HELL IS Anybody TALKING ABOUT?!

CrazySponge: o, us four are from an alternating dimension, or at to the lowest degree that'south the current theory.

Alternate Universe Primitive: That would add together up.

Alternate Dimension Golfpecks: Wondered why yo' gnarly dudes were actin' so chill.

Alternate Universe Polar: Temmie is the worst Taleunder character.

Polar: WHAT

Alternate Universe CrazySponge: ALRIGHT, THIS IS COOL AND ALL BUT HOW'D YOU GET HERE THEN?

Polar: Oh, we stole some auto Jasbre made.

Alternating Universe Jasbre: Yous DID WHAT-

Polar: Our Jasbre'due south machine.

Alternate Universe Jasbre: Oh.

Lock: I wonder what my alternate universe analogue is like.

Alternating Universe Lock: j;

Lock: Oh.

Alternate Universe Lock: Oh, I'thousand sorry, did I hurt yous?

Lock: What-

Alternate Universe Lock: Aye, sorry.

Lock: No, what are you-

Primitive: Oh, so i approximate instead of telling everyone to shut up all the time-

CrazySponge: ahem.

Archaic: Yous're… like this.

Lock: I do not tell everyone to shut up all the time.

CrazySponge: you do.

Lock: Shut u- betoken fabricated.

Alternate Universe CrazySponge: YEAH, ANYWAY, BACK TO Piece of work, MY SLAVES!

Alternate Universe Jasbre: Yes, your highness.

[CrazySponge grins]

Lock: Is it just me or is this alternate universe is looking kinda similar a dystopia.

Prim: Are you lot implying our universe isn't?

CrazySponge: eh, i like this place.

Lock: Well I mean of course you do. What I'1000 trying to say is that we should probably retrieve about getting out of here at some point.

CrazySponge: WHAT? but this place is perfect! i wanna stay!

Lock: Eh, well suit yourself.

Alternate Universe CrazySponge: HEY, WHY AREN'T You Four WORKING?!

Polar: I idea nosotros already explained.

Alternate Universe CrazySponge: Oh, uh… (he pulls a contract from behind his back) SUBSCRIBE TO THE OFFICIAL CRAZYSPONGE DIED Mag! Become NOTIFIED CRAZYSPONGE, THAT'S ME, DIES! AND WIN FREE PRIZES EVERY MONTH!

Lock: Ooh.

(Lock, Prim and Polar pull pens from behind their back and sign.)

CrazySponge: why the hell would i subscribe to a magazine that notifies me everytime an alternating universe analogue of myself gets crushed by a-

Alternate Universe CrazySponge: JUST SIGN IT!

CrazySponge: well alright so

(CrazySponge signs.)

Alternate Universe CrazySponge: HA! At present Yous MORONS WORK FOR ME!

Polar: wait wut

Archaic: Fuck, that'due south the oldest trick in the book.

Lock: I did say we should have gotten out of hither, simply no, no ane listens to Lock.

Polar: Hey, I got us here in the first identify.

Archaic: Is that supposed to make united states feel better?

Polar: Well, no, but credit where credit is due.

Alternate Universe CrazySponge: QUIT YOUR JABBERING AND Get TO Work!

[Cut to the four in the writer's room for Alpooh'southward Horrible Park.]

Polar: Well this blows.

Lock: Hey, in this universe the show is really skilful! Who would have thought?

Primitive: Don't you lot work on HFB back in our universe?

Lock: No annotate.

Alternate Universe CrazySponge: ALRIGHT, You lot FOUR ARE TO Make A NEW EPISODE WITHIN THE V MINUTE @everyone DEADLINE 🚨🚨🚨🚨

Polar: Okay, but what'due south the plot?

Alternating Universe CrazySponge: THAT'South FOR YOU TO FIGURE OUT. NOW WORK!!

[A.U. CrazySponge leaves.]

Lock: I know! How about an episode where Alpooh gets trapped in an alternate universe and gets enslaved!

Polar: Damn, where'd y'all come up with that 1?

Lock: I dunno virtually you but I'k going home. This identify is weird.

[Paul Renaud enters.]

Paul Renaud: Hey guys.

Primitive: Mr. Renaud?

Paul Renaud: Yep, you forgot about me already? (chuckles)

Polar: No, we're from an alt- nevermind.

Primitive: What are you doing here?

Paul Renaud: Oh, I got out of prison house a few months agone and accept since reformed as a born-again Christian, God anoint yous, and have been hired every bit a part-fourth dimension intern at PB. Prim? What are you lot doing here?

Primitive: Nosotros're from an alt- it'due south complicated, okay?

CrazySponge: alpooh'south horrible park? what kind of a proper noun is that? ew this bear witness sucks. graphic symbol development, ew.

Lock: Then you concord nigh getting out of here so?

CrazySponge: yeah, lets go.

Paul Renaud: Woah, dudes, no one who enters Lead Inc. always leaves.

Polar: I idea you were working here part-time.

Paul Renaud: Yeah, just they never specified how much time I'g gonna exist here.

Primitive: So what are we supposed to do then?

Polar: It'due south probably been 5 minutes, and Alternate Universe CrazySponge is gonna come dorsum and be pissed.

Primitive: Peradventure… if I distract him… he won't be as pissed.

Lock: Distract him? How?

Primitive: You'll see.

[A.U. CrazySponge comes back.]

Alternate Universe CrazySponge: THAT EPISODE Meliorate BE FINISHED OR I'LL WHOOP ALL YOUR ASSES!!

[Primitive starts doing a lark trip the light fantastic toe. The other 3 are not in shot.]

Alternate Universe CrazySponge: uh… what are yous doing?

[Cut to Lock, Polar and CrazySponge crawling across the flooring under several tables towards the door.]

Lock: (whispering) Ugh, this isn't going to-

CrazySponge: shh!

Primitive: I'thou, uh, distracting you.

[break]

Alternate Universe CrazySponge: well, uh, it'southward working.

[A.U. CrazySponge starts dancing too for a few seconds before stopping.]

Alternate Universe CrazySponge: Expect, DISTRACTING ME FROM WHAT?!

[He turns around to come across the other three running out.]

Alternating Universe CrazySponge: CEASE THIS Irreverence!!!

[A.U. CrazySponge starts chasing them down the hallway.]

Paul Renaud: Well, uh, good day then.

Lock: I told yous this wouldn't wor-

CrazySponge: yeah yeah, yous can exist all sassy about this afterwards when our lives aren't potentially at chance hither!

Polar: Melodramatic much?

Lock: Wait wait, I thought you were immortal?

CrazySponge: i am, why are you-

Lock: If you're immortal, and so possibly…

Polar: Y'all're not suggesting what I think yous're suggesting, are you?

[Lock grins.]

Lock: Wait OUT - House!

Alternate Universe CrazySponge: Look out for wha-

[A house falls on A.U. CrazySponge and he fucking dies.]

CrazySponge: oh god oh fuck

[Primitive catches up to them.]

Primitive: Well that was super easy, barely an inconvenience.

Polar: I thought we already did CrazySponge Died: The Episode.

Lock: The writers are really lazy, aren't they?

CrazySponge: fun fact - pointing out lazy writing doesn't really excuse it

Lock: Oh yeah, thank you for that TED talk, creator of Hoopla's Fantastic Embankment. Can't wait for your next ane well-nigh telling the wiki staff how to do their jobs.

CrazySponge: hey, im content mod.

Lock: Eh.

[Polar looks up at the broken ceiling.]

Polar: Hope they take insurance.

Primitive: Where are we?

Lock: Oh yes. Nosotros are in the chamber room.

Primitive: Why would they need that?

Lock: To burn down the souls of the damned.

CrazySponge: i, uh, don't know what you're talking about

Polar: Well I mean I'g going to hell anyway so uh-

Archaic: How exercise we leave of here?

CrazySponge: well if i was a certain stickfigure i would take out a tool from popular-culture to go us out of hither and peradventure steal a diamond forth the way, but i'm not, so i can't.

Polar: Shame. That sounds actually cool.

CrazySponge: yeah, but it, heh, own't happening.

Lock: So how do we exit of here?

Polar: Maybe through the front door.

Primitive: Shit. A dramatic moment foiled by common sense.

[Polar opens the "forepart door" revealing SpongeBot tied upwards in a cupboard.]

Alternate Universe SpongeBot: (muffled) Uh… hello.

[Polar closes the door unfazed and opens the existent front door side by side to it.]

Polar: That'southward more than like it.

[CrazySponge vanishes]

Lock: Uhh… where did CrazySponge go?

Polar: Some weird time travel shit?

Primitive: I think that because we killed Alternate Universe CrazySponge, our CrazySponge is gone as well, resulting in some weird paradox shit.

Lock: Information technology'south a win-win then, amirit-

[Primitive slaps her.]

Lock: Ow!

Polar: He'll come back though, right?

[The alternate universe starts collapsing and shit. Black holes manifest. Everyone is screaming. Total apocalypse]

Polar: That's a no?

Primitive: You fool, you doomed us all. We should get out of here while nosotros even so can.

[The time machine gets sucked into a black hole]

Primitive: Well shit.

Polar: What a bogus journey this has been, which I definitely did not accept any part whatsoever in getting us into.

Lock: I guess this is it. Goodbye losers. I won't miss you.

Primitive: I won't miss you either.

[Polar starts fading away.]

Polar: Who are you lot two once more?

Primitive: Pfft, welp.

[Lock starts fading abroad too]

Lock: What's a house?

Primitive: Pfft, welp. [2]

[Archaic starts fading away every bit well]

Primitive: Before I get, I merely wanna say this from the lesser of my eye…

[Silence]

Primitive: Cock and balls.

[He fades abroad. Explosions. The screen glitches out. The motherfucking cease.]

[Except it's not. Cut to Polar waking up startled in her bed]

Polar: Aw. For a 2nd I idea I was done with TWOS.

[The camera pans over to Archaic standing at the terminate of the bed.]

Primitive: Happens to all of us.

Polar: GAH! What the fuck are y'all doing here?! Were you watching me sleep?

Primitive: No.

[pause]

Polar: Anyway, I had this really weird dream. Jasbre had built this time motorcar and the both of us went in it, and CrazySponge and Lock were in that location too, and nosotros like went to this weird alternating universe where everyone acted foreign, (deep breath) and Golfpecks liked music and shit, and we killed the alternate universe CrazySponge which fucked up fourth dimension and shit or something and and so nosotros all died.

Primitive: Huh. I had that dream too.

Polar: Wait, actually?

Primitive: Yeah. Jasbre had a machine. The four of the states went in. We killed CrazySponge. And we all died.

Polar: Await… maybe that wasn't a dream.

Primitive: (laughs) Nah, of course information technology was. I guess nosotros just have some telepathic bond or something.

Polar: Okay, that sounds weirder.

[CrazySponge bursts through the door.]

Polar: I really need to get a door lock.

CrazySponge: GUYS, GUYS, THERE YOU ARE!

Polar: I'm-

CrazySponge: okay so i had this really weird dream and-

[Jasbre climbs in through the window and shoots CrazySponge with a retention-erasing gun.]

Jasbre: Nuh-uh you didn't.

Archaic: What the-

Jasbre: (sigh) Thank you to you bunch I only had to get effectually fixing up time itself, and what thanks practise I get?

Polar: Wait, so it wasn't a-

[Jasbre shoots Primitive and Polar too.]

Jasbre: When the furnishings of this mind-wiper wear off you will remember zilch that just happened, okay?

Archaic, Polar and CrazySponge: (in a weird monotone voice) Okay.

Jasbre: Good.

[Lock bursts through the wall]

Lock: GUYS, I HAD A-

[Jasbre shoots her with the memory-erasing gun as well]

Lock: Uh, what'south a house?

Jasbre: (sigh) I actually need a wikibreak or something subsequently this.

[Jasbre walks out of Polar'southward house. Nosotros come across Alternating Universe Golfpecks riding on his skateboard]

Alternating Universe Golfpecks: Remember to mind to some totally radical music everyday, you totally tubular teens!

[Golfpecks shoots him]

Golfpecks: No.

[Golfpecks disappears. Explosions, blackness holes, screams, and shit. The end.]

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