At Peanut's house, he was writing something in his computer while Pickle watched. "And then it just ended there, the end," he said while randomly clicking buttons. "There! Our self-insert fiction for the self-insert potential TV shows draft contest is finished!"

"That's got to be the weirdest contest I've ever heard about," Pickle remarked, getting worried when he saw Peanut posting the fic and sending it somewhere. "Uh, Peanut, shouldn't you spellcheck, or at least take another look before posting it?"

"Nah, relax Pickle, the fic's good enough as it is."

And then he actually checked where he sent it. "Oh no! I sent it to an executive of Disney Channel!"

The bros threw the biggest freak out of their lives when they received a reply from the same executive. Peanut took a look at it and, instead of being horrified, he was utterly confused. "They want to turn our fanfic into a TV series?"

Luckily, Pickle took the job of freaking out at the reply. Not only that, he grabbed and took Peanut with him as he ran to the Mjrat Mart, ignoring his futile attempt to calm him down in the process. Once he got there, he went to Mr. Mjart, who was contemplating the carts. "Mr. Mjart, we got a problem!" yelled Pickle as Peanut clashed with him and hit the ground.

"Oh, hi Pickle and Peanut!" said Mr. Mjart after finally noticing the anthropomorphic food. "What's wrong?"

"Peanut accidentally sent a fic for an online contest to the Disney corporation, and now they wanna make a TV show based on it!" shouted Pickle in desperation.

Mr. Mjart rather unxpectedly put on a serious look and grabbed Pickle's shoulder. "Pickle, Peanut, this is the best advice I can give you for this kind of situation..." then, without warning, his eyes turned to rainbows and he flew away from the rainbows coming out of his butt as he gave his advice: "Have fun making the show!"

With Mr Mjart's "advice", Pickle helped his friend get back up and sat down. "*sigh* What do we do now?" he pondered.

"I guess we'll have to brace..." Peanut said before taking out a pair of sunglasses, putting them on and finishing with, "For impact."

Peanut stood still in a "cool" pose as silence covered the area and Pickle noticed his friend's odd posture. "What are you waiting for?"

"The loud "yeah!" sound that comes out of nowhere," Peanut explained as he took out the glasses and threw them away. "My sentence isn't nearly as cool without it."

After some more waiting, a tumbleweed went past by as Pickle broke the silence, "Maybe they're taking the day-off?"