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Recycling Bin: So, why exactly are we going to meet Team 2?
Salami: Diplomacy, my dear disposal unit. In a game like this, numbers are important. Nine: I sure am! Salami: If we can form an alliance with a neighboring team, we'll be unstoppable!
Teabag: You alright there, Brick?
Telescope: You know, it's weird. For banana bread I'm not smelling any bananas. Mitten: Sorry guys. Cinnamon Bun ate all my bananas. Couldn't use 'em. Should'a mentioned that.
Cinnamon Bun: Hi guys!
Cork: You brought her along? Come on, man. Mitten: Hey! She's our prize, so she's our responsibility! Recycling Bin: She's YOUR responsibility, Mitten! You're the one that's been babying her! Mitten: Because she's a precious bundle a' joy and YOU WILL LOVE HER! Recycling Bin: If she is not biodegradable or healthy for the environment, then she does NOT KINDLE JOY.
Mitten: Hey Cinnamon, what do we say about people that annoy us? Cinnamon Bun: Throw a rock at 'em!
Cork: Parent of the year, dude. Hanger: Halt! Who goes there!? Telescope: Team 3. We're here to form a dumb alliance that probably won't last. Salami: We bring the gift of... regular bread! Sock: Hmm... is it lemon and/or square shaped? Salami: What? No. Chalk: Then it is not welcomed here! We only accept baked goods that fit that criteria! Cork: Dude, we walked all the way up here. Hanger: Silence! Sock, activate the security system!
Teabag: Well, he was a good... uh... cork. Salami: Alright, let's go recover him. Cork: [muffled] I'm not dead!
Salami: How in blank...? Cork: Check it out, Salami. I look just like you now. Salami: Wonderful. I'm practically beside myself. Cork: Ah, but without all the wrinkles. Salami: Mhmm... Cork: Oh, and a voice that isn't annoying. Salami: We get it!!
Domino: Uh, Oodle?
Chip Bag: *muffled talking*
Chip Bag: *muffled whimper*
Domino: Oodle, I think we should really discuss, uh- Nine: Can I get another cookie, Oodle? I promise I won't lick your arm this time!
Nine: Okay!
Creamy: Well, I'm not getting THAT back...
Gold Nugget: Ow! Domino: Oodle!
Domino: WAIT OODLE!!!
Domino: Where IS Pear!?
Domino: Clearly...
Pear: Oh god. Hey, man. Uh... what are...? Why are you...? Did- did you need me for something?
Pear: Uh-huh...
Pear: Oh no, I AM excited, trust me. Another dumb elimination, followed by another boring challenge that has too many rules. Sounds like fun!
Pear: Uh, yeah, you kinda are. You forced us out to sea on giant ice blocks, you forced us to push boulders up a mountain, and then you gassed us, tore off our limbs and, worst of all, made us play a dumb arcade game.
Pear: That's the thing man, nobody here is! You uprooted us all from our lives to play this silly, childish game and send the losers to some... alternate dimension who-knows-where! The pure stakes of it all, is putting everyone at each other's throats! We're miserable! I mean, I'm not the only one thinking this, right?
Creamy: ...We didn't really have lives before this started. Pear: Well... neither did I, but I was fine the way I was before! I never even wanted to be a part of this game!
Pear: Shove it! I don't want to hear it! You're just some bored, semi-divine being who has no friends!
Pear: We only bother to listen to you because you have all these weird, terrifying powers! I'm not standing for it! I'm not playing this dumb game anymore! It's pointless! These challenges are pointless! These rules are pointless! And most of all, YOU'RE POINTLESS.
Tivo: Should I show the votes, sir?
Tivo: Ms. Pitchfork? Would you like to see the votes?
Tivo: Hmm. Then I shall save these for later.
Chocolate Chip: Ugh! Where's Oodle!? Lyre: Oh be patient, little one! I'm sure whatever Oodle's planning will be marvelous!
Glove: Chill everyone, let's just wait it out.
Sock: Say other words!
Ketchup: Just art? That seems pretty tame compared to... literally everything else we've done so far.
Brain: What shall we draw, though?
Farty: (Me?)
Cork: I don't think that's confidence you're smelling. Telescope: This is Farty we're talking about, right?
Domino: Are we not going to do something about that?
Can: Oh, I'm sorry. Who of us here is the super powerful being? Did you really need our help?
Creamy: Now what makes you think we'll use our fellow friends as art supplies?
Many contestants cheer for the prize.
Everyone rushes to their team stations.
Coconut grabs Chocolate Chip. Chocolate Chip screams from the agonizing pain. Flaggy: Coconut! what are you doing! Coconut: Making art! What's it look like?!
Pill: My eyes can already see clearly and they're already scarred. Coconut: Art is suffering. And sometimes, you gotta suffer for your art.
Candle: Speak for yourself. I'm a waked candle! I'm made of CRAYON! Coconut: Done! Candle: Whew! Coconut: Hey farty! Get over here! Farty comes over. Coconut: Like looking in the mirror, amirite? Farty: *Indecipherable sounds*
Coconut: Oh yeah. You don't speak... anything. Antimatter comes over.
Flaggy: The beauty of multiculturalism! Farty talks to Antimatter.
Coconut: A 5/10?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME! Why don't you say that to my face you sentient stinkcloud! Glue: So what's the plan, Alef(Aleph)? Nabla: Yes Alef(Aleph), Shower us with your endless supply of wisdom!
Leek: I don't get it, what's wrong with Aleph? Lyre: Isn't Aleph technically how your name should be pronounced and spelt? Envelope: WHY ALEPH, DO YOU NOT LIKE ALEPH, ALEPH?
Nabla: Ah, A chink in your metaphorical armor that surrounds your fragile ego?
Glue: Well that little friend is taking control of this challenge!
Glue: Yup! I'll have you know I am a trained artist. I'm also a pretty good trained artist. Envelope: GOOD USE OF PERSPECTIVE Glue: So if you don't mind, Aleph, Me and Nabla will be taking over this operation. Nabla: So, what's our plan? Glue: Hmmm...… Oh! inspiration has struck. Glue Takes Ketchup, squirts him, Mixes it with her own glue using Toothpick. Glue: There's our paint, and here's our Brushes. Nabla: Are you okay with this, Leek? Leek: Honestly, yeah, This is the most I've ever done for the team. Challenge/Team 6 Package: Introducing the leader wheel! Team 6: Oooooh! Package: In order to solve our little leader spat, We'll be spinning this wheel every challenge to randomly decide which member of our team will lead us through the challenge. Orange Food Dye: Not a bad idea, package. Yellow Food Dye: Sounds like a cop-out if you ask me. Also your name takes up like a third of the wheel. Package: What? I don't know what you're talking about... Shot Put: Where's my piece? Package: RIGHT HERE! (points to a thin slice) Shot Put squints just to see his slice. Shot Put: Oh! Okay. Glove: I like this idea, Package! Popsicle Stick: Well, I don't. When I joined this team, I was promised a fair and balanced heirarchy! Package: That is LITERALLY what this wheel is for. Popsicle Stick: Too little, too late package. I'm not going to be part of a team that has to resort to the lottery in order to function properly. I QUIT! Nacho: This is just an excuse to go be with Jelly, Isn't it? Popsicle stick looks at Team 2 Popsicle Stick: ...Byesies! Package: ...Well, anyway... Glove: Let's spin this wheel! Glove spins the wheel using himself and lands on the floor dizzy. The wheel spins and the pointer points to Showery. Everyone looks at Showery. Showery: Oooh boy...
Sock: Hey Chalk, guess who's a piece of chalk and is gonna draw for us? Chalk: Uh, actually- Sock: Guess. Chalk: Uhh... me, I suppose? Chalk But no, I'm not gonna draw anything. Hailstone: Why Not? Chalk: Well, it's just...
Safe: Hey, that was pretty good! Chalk: We haven't seen her, though. Sorry.
Safe: Bouncy Ball? What are you doing in there!?
Safe: In me!? Why?
Safe: What? Big? Bulbous!? Easy to spot in a crowd!?
Safe: AGH!
Hailstone: Uh, hi. You don't belong here.
Telescope: Ugh jeez, What's happing now?
Salami: What are you two bickering about? Recycling Bin: Salami! I Demand you do something about Cinnamon Bun! she nearly hit me with another rock and this one was really sharp and i think she knew that! Mitten: Give her a break, will ya? She hasn't been around anyone 'cept Oodle in probably years! This is good for her! Recycling Bin: Nobody except you even wanted her! She's done nothing inconvenience us since we got her! Mitten: She's just a kid...'s toy! Believe me, I'm doing everything i can to steer her in the right direction. You need to stop layin' into her! Recycling Bin: Well if you want to be responsibe for her so badly, then why don't you do us all a favor and put that thing on a leash!
[Cinnamon Bun Gasps] Salami: I-I think it's for the best for Mitten... Mitten: 'Ey Bacon, can I, uh, borrow one of your Lasso's?
Mitten: Look, you know I didn't want it to come to this. Mitten: Those guys are a bunch'a chuckle-nuts, but the contest will go by quick. It's just for this challenge, alright? Mitten: I promise as soon as it's over, we'll do something fun! Like, uh... well- well there's really only like three things to do here, but we'll do something Just you and me, okay? Mitten: ...Okay.
Cinnamon Bun: What are you in for?
Fireball: Oh, I Know! Let's use Apricot's insides as the paint!
Fireball: Ah, C'mon Appy! At least your dead body would actually be useful for something this time!
Chip Bag: [muffled speech] Domino: Oh, don't worry about her, Crisp. As far as we're concerned she's a liabitity. The less we see her, the better. Chip Bag: [muffled speech]
Fireball: Just hold still, Apricot! It'll be like ripping off a bandage!
Fireball: What the-? Where's Mr. Pickaxe? Fireball: WHERE'S MR. PICKAXE!?
Coconut: Oh, I'll show you pizzazz.
Filmy: Well if we cannot bust Apricot open, then we need a plan B! Gold Nugget: Why not just use Creamy? Cream is kind of like paint, right?
Creamy: N-now hold on, you guys! Let's be rational here... Domino: Now now, Creamy. No need to fuss. We just need a little. Creamy: No! I Know I'm irresistible, but I didn't think like this!
Domino: Let's get to it! Hailstone: So again, I ask, what the heck are you doing here? Popsicle Stick: I already said, I'm joining you guys' team! You owe me a favor, remeber? If I didn't get Jel recovered, you guys would have lost. Brain: Technically, we had no chance of winning to begin with due to the impossibility of getting Safe out of the claw machine. Safe: UGH! Brain: What did I say? Hailstone: Okay well, aside from the fact this is clearly a ploy to just get closer to Jelly, you can't just switch teams like this! Jelly: Well, I dont know. Wouldn't hurt to ask! Jelly: Hey Oodle! Are we allowed to switch teams?
Jelly: *shrugs* Hailstone: ...Whatever. Don't get comfortable.
Hailstone: Why...?
Hailstone: Aah!
Jelly: Doh!
Frisbee: Well if it means anything, I think ''Alef'' is a pretty rad name.
Frisbee: Yeah, apparently art ''a delicate and detail-oriented procedure'' and I am ''none of those things''. Whatever! Frisbee: They even have Whoopee Cushion standing guard! Can you believe THAT? Ketchup: Tell me about it! I was the art supplies. My head is still spinning...
Frisbee: You know what? Forget them! We should form our own little bro alliance!
Frisbee: Bro-liance! Ketchup: Sounds good! We can make our own impact!
Ketchup: What are you doing?
Nabla: Well, well, well... if it is Aleph, crawling back to us...
Glue: I think we have everything under control. Lyre: Yes, we're almost done in fact!
Nabla: No.
Nabla: You don't get to help, Aleph.
Nabla: Hmmph. Some family you are.
Showery: Okay. Thank you, Orange. Orange Food Dye: No problemo, Shower-o! Yellow Food Dye: Look at us, Orange-y! We lost so much weight! Orange Food Dye: Hahaha, I know! We look like supermodelssss...
Glove: Woah... are they dead? Nacho: I don't care enough to check.
Nacho: Careful there. Don't hurt yourself.
Shot Put: [strained] Someone's... missing!