Other Character Email The Unguraits/Plots are Overrated
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The Unguraits see what it would be like if there wasn't a plot going on.
Cast (In order of appearance): The Unguraits, Contestro Sevornkey, Nen Yim, Jan, Ungurait #4, Bubs, Strong Bad, Tucksworth (voice), Caleb (voice), Saddy Dumpington (voice), Strong Sad, Koopa Pharoah
Transcript
{a peice of paper prints out of the Belty}
UNGURAIT #1: Checkin' up the email in the mornin', mornin'!
Unguraits, Do you remember when you used to answer emails without some sort of strange plot going on behind you? Missing the good ol' days, Stinkoman K
UNGURAIT #1: {"typing"} If there wasn't a plot, half of the things about this show you love wouldn't be here! I mean, plots are the foundation of entertainment! And you say we don't need a plot, but many others disagree with you.
CONTESTRO: But man, wouldn't it be nice to not be chased around by some crazed villain for once?
UNGURAIT #1: {not "typing"} Yeah... we could be bandits and steal things some more instead of trying to save the world. That's a heavy burden, that is. Just think of us being in Free Country, acting like a funny email show, instead of a dramatic show... {wavy effect to the Unguraits (All four of them) in their computer room on the Bandit 300.}
UNGURAIT #1: It sure is nice to check emails on the Bandit 300, that has not been destroyed by some crazy, green-haired girl!
UNGURAIT #2: Why are you stating the obvious?
UNGURAIT #1: Dunno. Let's check an email!
OTHER UNGURAITS: Okay!
Dear Little Green Dudes, Have aliens ever been spotted around here? I've seen a UFO over there at the edge of town. -Noriko
UNGURAIT #1: {typing} You saw some aliens? Lemme tell ya, you're not the only one. My main man Contestro saw a few the other night. He said he'd try to get them to accept them as one of their own. Let's see how that'd work out. {gets up and leaves}
{Cut to the field. It is night time. Contestro is holding a pair of flashlights, waving them around wildly. Jan is standing next to him, annoyed.}
JAN: Contestro, there are no such things as aliens. Stop acting stupid!
CONTESTRO: No! I will get them to accept me, and I will be the ruler of... Contestron!
JAN: Contestron?
CONTESTRO: You're right. I should think of a better name. {The Unguraits come in}
UNGURAIT #1: Hey Contestro. How's the alien search?
CONTESTRO: Almost got 'em... just a few more minutes........... {The Unguraits and Jan leave} Any second now...
{Cut to Bub's Conces5ion Stand. Jan and Ungurait have glasses of red, while Bubs has a blue.}
BUBS: So Contestro believes in aliens, huh?
JAN: Yeah, what an idiot! {laughs}
BUBS: Not so fast there, Jan! The alien loony market is where I get half of my business!
JAN: What do you have for {ahem} "Alien loonies"?
BUBS: Well, I got a fake martain head, {holds up a stuffed alien head} this evil alien repellent, {holds up a can of Roach Killa, with a piece of paper labeled "Alienator"} Keys to a UFO... {Holds up car keys and presses a button.}
{Cut to Strong Bad's house. Strong Bad is watching Caleb Rentpayer.}
TUCKSWORTH: Caleb, did you steal a lightbulb from the hardware store?
CALEB: I did now! {The channel suddenly changes to what sounds like a Saddy Dumpington cartoon.}
SADDY: I saw a squirrel choke on some nuts! Isn't that great?!
STRONG BAD: I swear, this show should be cancelled.
{Cut back to the stand.}
BUBS: And that's just half of the merchendise we have in here.
UNGURAIT #1: But who, besides Contestro, believes in aliens? {Homestar comes in}
HOMESTAR: Bubs, I need some more of that Alienator. I used it all.
UNGURAIT #1: On what?
HOMESTAR: An alien, duh! What else? {Cut to Strong Sad lying on the ground. He appears to be dressed as a jawa.} That thing was just asking for it! {Cut back to the stand}
JAN: Are you sure it just wasn't Strong Sad going to the Star Wars convention?
HOMESTAR: Naw, I'm pretty sure I'd notice. {Bubs gives him a can. Homestar gives him $10.} But I will say this... it makes some gooooood air freshener! Won't Marzipan be so happy! {leaves}
BUBS: See? It's just that kind of stupidity that keeps me in business!
UNGURAIT #1: I'm pretty sure that's illegal in most states.
BUBS: Is it also illegal to sell rat blood as a delightful beverage? {The Unguraits and Jan look at their drinks, shocked. They dump the rest on the ground.}
JAN: Let's go see how Contestro's doing.
UNGURAIT #1: Right. {they leave. Cut back to the field. Contestro is gone.}
JAN: Where'd he go?
UNGURAIT #1: He probably just gave up. I mean, there are no such things as aliens.
JAN: Then he's probably at the lair. Let's go. {They leave. After a few seconds, a beam comes from the sky and Contestro floats to the ground.}
CONTESTRO: Alright! See ya guys! {UFO sounds leaving} What nice aliens. {Cut back to the Bandit 300. The Unguraits are at it.}
UNGURAIT #1: {typing} Well Naruto, there are no such things as aliens. And if you say there are, you're a liar! {stops typing} Okay, so until next time, email us, and we'll aswer you... your emails.
{The Paper}
{Cut back to the virtual world.}
UNGURAIT #1: Ah, a life of simplicity...
CONTESTRO: Now that I saw it, it looks like it'd be pretty boring.
UNGURAIT #1: You're right. It's much more entertaining fighting a bad guy.
DISTANT ROBOTIC VOICE: 24 hours...
CONTESTRO: What is that? {The Koopa Pharoah crashes into him and gets up.}
KOOPA PHAROAH: Oh, thank goodness I found you! There's something bad about to happen, I think!
{Fade to black. "Click here to email The Unguraits" appears}
