Lords of the Internet

Captured

It was a peaceful day in Free Country USA. Everything was normal. Pom Pom was hangin' with the girls, Strong Bad checking his e-mail senders, and Homestar was working desperately to outsmart a beetle.

"Man. This thing is like, the…Magician…Guy." Homestar was in the field, closely watching a beetle. He was trying to trap a beetle in a pen of pebbles. And yet, despite Homestar's best attempts, the beetle always managed to escape via the gaping hole in the pen that Homestar always left accidentally. He just couldn't understand. "I will best you, my exoskeleton beawing fwiend. Oh, I will."

Strong Bad was at his desk. "There. I answered the stupid 'Boxing Gloves' question. Happy?!? Groooaan…" It had been a slow week for him. "Man, that was like, my only e-mail today. Normally I have like 50 in my inbox. Ugh. I need some thing to spice this show up. Oh! I know!" Strong Bad shouted out: "Hey Strong Sad, c'mere! You too Strong Mad! And bring The Cheat!" They all approached. "Strong Mad. The Cheat please." Strong Mad handed him to Strong Bad.

"Mehhh?" The Cheat asked apprehensively.

"Awww, don't worry, the Cheat, I'm just gonna…THROW YOU OUT THE WINDOW!!!! HA HA HA HAAA!!!!" The Cheat went flying out the window. "Okay, now before you get mad at me Strong Mad, I want you to punch Whiney McDorkle over there as hard as you can.

"GRAAAHHH!!!" Strong Mad belted Strong Sad in the stomach. Strong Sad sailed through the doorway.

"Big Guy, leave." Strong Bad ordered. Strong Mad left. "BWA HA HA!!! Oh MAN, that was great. Ohhhh." Strong Bad chuckled. "I bet you all the e-mails from all the ladies are literally pouring in right now. "Alrighty, lets see here…" He typed "strongbademail.exe" into his Lappy. "WHAT!?! NO E-mails! How is this possible??? I'm a real funy guy!!!" Strong Bad yelled in indignation. "I'm making a complaint to the King!" Strong Bad took off at high speed.

Homestar was still watching his beetle. "Man, I just can't owtsmawt this guy." Homestar mumbled. "I know! I'll ask the King fow help!" Homestar dashed away like only a Runner can.

Homestar met up with Strong Bad on the way. "Oh, hey, Stwong Bad, you going to see the King too?"

"Yeah man, my fans aren't sending me any e-mails!"

"I don't blame 'em." Homestar said under his breath.

"What was that, Doofus?"

"Um, nothing." Homestar replied quickly. "I'm going because-"

"Yeah, don't care at all." They commenced running.

They both arrived at the castle at the same time. For some reason, it was painted black. "Ummm…has the King gone Goth?" asked Strong Bad.

"I doubt it Stwong Bad. I think he's applying a more sentimental touch, to symbolize the wondowous feeling of the pitch black night."

"Whoa. That was pretty cool." Strong Bad caught himself. "Uh, I mean, sure is a long sentence for you Homestar!" he added mockingly.

"Yeah, I wead it in a home decow magazine!"

"Of course." They started to approach the castle. Five knights, all identical to the one they thought the KOT had, came forth.

"Halt! Who dares to approach the mighty king's castle?" they all asked at once.

"Uhhh…I'm dwawin' a blank." Homestar said.

"Strong Bad and Homestar! Whassa matter, you got a bone to pick with us?!?" Strong Bad yelled defiantly.

"Umm...yes!" The knights charged. Homestar and Strong Bad put up a good fight, what with Homestar's karate and Strong Bad's former wrestling career, but they were out numbered, and soon found themselves tied up and being dragged into the castle.

"This is not good!" they both cried.