A/N *laughs* This is just a stupid lil story me and my brother wrote (and are still writing xD). It's not to be taken seriously. There are a LOT of refrences and...cameos? crossovers? (I don't really know what to call it) Anyway, there's a lot, and some of it might just fly over your head if your A. Not a video game/movie fan B. Not a youtuber or C. A normal person (by "normal", I mean not me or my crazy brother.) So yeah, I just posted this thinking someone might get a laugh or two out of it. And if that's so, than my job here is done. ^-^ So, enjoy!

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Walking by the morning shops were several crabs that were deceased, (Huzzah!) who were seeking to try and become undefeated. The one who had defeated them was named Crow. Crow of Tupperware they called him, but his full name was Crow T. Robot. He had met them headfirst in a submarine-sandwich war, which was epic in proportions and sauciness. To become alive again they would need to seek out the Wise Sage of Commentary, Proteus, who was deep of throat and wise of jokes. He could also speak Italian! This wise sage lived deep in The Mountain of Snark, where all the wise sages lived. These wise one's included Spoonybard (Sage of Videos and Nerdiness), ProtonJon (Sage of Protons) and Azurablade (Sage of Romhacks), as well as many others.

The Entrance to Mt. Snark was not easy to reach. To get there you needed to pass through a rugged path of pitfalls and rocky ditches. And then one needed to get past the Snarklers who guarded the sages. The Snarklers were not vicious beings, though could be quite dangerous when angered. They were carved entirely out of brown stone by the sages, and as such were almost impossible to beat. It was only a very brave or very foolish person who challenged them willingly.

The deceased crabs scuttled along the street, attracting no attention, as it was still very early. But they soon realized they had a dilemma when one crab spoke up.

"Er…how do we know where the mountain is from here?" He said. All the crabs stopped and turned to him. They had all been so wrapped up in revenge that they had completely forgotten this point.

"Umm…well, we could just keep walking…until we find it…" Another said. They all murmured they're agreement that this was a very good plan, and started to walk again.

"But what if the mountain is behind us, not in front of us?"

All the crabs stopped and again turned to the first crab, a bit exasperated at this point. "Verily I say to you, if we are to reach such a place, we will need the assistance of non-organic search thingies, for we are cursed by nature to have only two eyes, two ears, and no nose."

"Not only that," the crab continued, "we are forced to walk sideways on little tiny legs, never quite seeing what is in front of us. Aye! It is hard being a crab! But fear not brothers, for we shall soon reach the mountain!"

"What makes you think that?"

"Cause we're standing right in front of it!"

All the crabs scuttled on their legs until they could see in front of them. Before them lay a very steep and rocky path, lined with boulders that looked ready to fall over at any moment. But that's not what caught their eyes. For towering above them was the largest mountain they had ever seen. The top of it was red-orange (they could have sworn it was pulsing) and was surrounded by a brown colored fog.

"Oh goodie goodie!" cried the youngest crab. "It's the land of Dairy Queen!"

The others looked at him queerly. "It's what?"

"The land of Mr. Misties and Banana Splits!" cried the young one, "Where everyone is covered in caramel up to their ears! Oh joy!" Filled with happiness, the young crab ran towards the entrance.

"Wait!" cried the eldest. "It could just be a very big mountain! Have you thought of that?"

But the young one was already halfway up the path, out of earshot. Suddenly, Mt. Snark roared and shook. The pulsing goo at the top of it started to turn bright red, then burst into pieces. The pieces showered down on everything within a 100 mile radius.

"COME BACK YOUNG'UN!!!!" The elder crab shouted, for the younger crab had stopped dead in his tracks. This was bad, as not only were the flaming hot pieces showering down everywhere, but the shaking had released a rather large boulder from its lodgings at the top of the path. It rolled quickly down the path, bearing down on the young one, who was running for his dear life back down the path.

Strangely, triumphant music started to play, confusing the crab somewhat. But he did not have time to be confused long, as two men who were shouting at each other soon overtook him, with the music growing very loud. The younger one wore a brown fedora upon his head, with a light brown shirt and a dark brown jacket. He also wore gray pants and a bag strapped around his shoulder. The older of the two wore a black hat upon his head, with large glasses, a gray-black suit with a bowtie, and a white beard upon his chin.

"Those people are trying to kill us!" The older of the two said, huffing down the sloping path.

"I know, Dad!" The younger replied, huffing a little himself.

"This is a new experience for me."

"It happens to me all the time."

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"You know," the old philosopher remarked, "If it weren't for the fact that those two came running down the mountain with their triumphant theme music, right at the very second the gooey stuff started falling from the sky, we would not have the pleasure of anticipating the deceased ones next moves while simultaneously eating great amounts of junk food."

"That is all very well," said the young man. "But now let us watch and see what happens next."