"How long have we been waiting?" said Homestar Runner, slightly dizzy from the waiting, "Is the writer guy back yet?"

"Yeah, he's back," said Stinkoman, "And about time, too. I was beginning to lose faith in his challenge-worthy status."

"Now, just wait a minute," said Strong Bad, "Who is that other guy with you?"

"Oh, you mean Homsar K?" said 1-up.

Just then, the silhouetted figure stepped forward, and, sure enough, it was Homsar, only slightly different. His hat was bigger, and his shoes were too, and he had a 'K' on his shirt. But, it was Homsar alright.

"Whoa!" said Homsar, "It's the clone army come to take over our jengajam!"

"No, blue midget Homestar," said Homsar K, "I'm from the future to help you take over the banana empire!"

"Exactly!" said Stinkoman, "That's why we're here!"

"Wait, you understand Homsar?" said Strong Bad, surprised.

"Yeah, he's pretty easy to get if you just skip all the speech problems," said 1-up.

"Oh, okay," said Strong Bad, "So why are you guys here again?"

"Well, it's kind of a long story," said Stinkoman, "So unless you get bored easily, here we go!"

"Can I just finish my speech about safety?" said Strong Sad, who had just woken up.

"No!" shouted Stinkoman and 1-up, waking everybody else up, because they had all fallen asleep.

"So, anyway, the story," said Stinkoman, "It was a normal day in Planet K, everybody was fluttering around, all happy-like. It was like bees, only without the black and yellow. Anyway, me and 1-up were searching for challenges, when we came across this little teenager boy. He was tired, and scared, and sorta confused. He was about to tell us his name, when he disappeared. Before we knew it, we were in the Evil One's lair. He was not happy that we didn't knock. So, he set loose his robot army, and kidnapped all of our friends."

"So, we dug up this time machine in the hopes that we could come back and find the one who could save us. We know it's him, because he buried this power crunch-"

And he took out a photo of a cassette tape, and showed it to everybody.

"Hey, that looks like my old segatape!" said Coach Z.

"Aah! It's the Evil One!" said Stinkoman.

"No, no," said Bubs, "That's just Coach Z. This guy's the Evil One's great-great-grandmuncle!"

"Oh. Can I still punch him?" said Stinkoman.

"Go ahead!" said Bubs.

"Hey!" said Coach Z, and Stinkoman ran over and punched him in the side, "Oof! That hurt!"

"Wait, lemme see that picture," said Strong Bad, and he took the picture from Stinokman, "This is my mix tape! I buried it in that time capsule like three years ago!"

"So you're the chosen one?" said Stinkoman.

"I guess so," said Strong Bad.

"You have to help us!" said 1-up.

"I dunno, what's in it for me?" said Strong Bad.

"We'll give you a record deal with 20X6 industries."

"Hmm, I could do wonders with that. But, I'm still not convinced. What about you, Hommy K."

"How about my pot o' gold?" said Homsar K.

"No!" said Homsar, "Don't give him the pot o' gold, that's our jenga!"

"Nevermind...what can you offer Stinkoman?" said Strong Bad.

"I have this-" said Stinkoman, and pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, "It's a family hair-loom."

He handed the paper to Strong Bad, who examined it thoroughly. It was old, and wrinkled. But, he opened it, and was excited beyond belief.

"It's the cover to my old Gregg Degiorno comic book!" said Strong Bad, "The Adventures of Comic-con-hater-man 1. They discontinued this, and I lost the book! How'd you find this?"

"I can't tell you that," said Stinkoman, "But I can give you the rest of the book, if you help us."

"Deal! Now, everyone else, into the portal!"

"Why should we?" said Homestar.

"Yeah, why should we?" said Marzipan.

"Why don't you go in first?" said Bubs.

"Because I'm better than all of you!" said Strong Bad.

Just then, Homsar and Homsar K began humming monotonously. Soon, everyone began lifting off of the ground, still arguing, and completely unaware of what was happening.

"Wait, what?" said Strong Bad, "Why are we-"

They all were flung into the portal, and were soon followed by Stinkoman and 1-up. The Homsars stopped humming.

"Good job, brother," said Homsar K, in perfect English, "That will keep them from arguing."

"Yes, for now," said Homsar, also in perfect English, "Also, should we end the chapter now?"

"Sure, I don't see why not," said Homsar K, and they both walked into the portal. Which shut off after them.