Standard Disclaimer: Homestar Runner and Strong Bad and all the rest are the property of the Chapman Brothers. They most definitely do not belong to me.

To recap: Strong Bad was just trying to enjoy some television when he realized the airwaves had a higher Homsar content than usual. Disgruntled with what appears to be a trend in increased Homsar exposure, he feels the need leave his house and get some fresh air...or something.

Part 2. Out and About

Strong Bad was going to head over to Bubs for a drink and a quick bite. Perhaps that would get his mind off the midget.

It was strangely strange, the sudden uptick in Homsar's multimedia presence. Only a few weeks ago, he was just like, that creepy guy who shows up once in awhile. Like that weird guy at the office you don't run into much because you're in different departments in totally different parts of the building but then you do run into him in the restroom or a busy hallway, and he's like talking to himself out loud or sniffing his fingers a lot. Or both.

Then poof. Posters started popping up. And signs, in people's yards and on fences. Even The Stick had had some Homsar sign stuck to it.

Now, a freakin' sitcom. Plus a cooking tips segment on the local news.

Man, Strong Bad was still burnt over that. Why was it, that cool guys like him had their awesome star potential ignored in favor of losers and C-list stand up comics? Where was the justice?

Strong Bad was considering this when he decided to cut through Strongbadia on the way to Bubs. He looked over his kingdom and was immediately cheesed off. Seriously.

Homsar posters were plastered over the fence that bordered the old lot and even one on the propped up stop sign. Most were miniature versions of the billboard he saw unveiled on the TV news earlier, Homsar's face on the left and "EVERYBODY'S WILD ABOUT HOMSAR" on the right.

"Oh, this is such, such vandalism! No respect for my glorious land here, it brings a moist tear to my eye."

"THE CHEAT! GET OVER HERE!"

Strong Bad's little yellow lackey responded almost immediately, appaering at his man's side.

"The Cheat, look at this mess! This wasn't here yesterday! How could you let this happen, I trust you to be on guard to protect our borders from enemy infiltrators!"

"Meh! Meh-meh-meh, MEH!" The Cheat responded in his squeaky lingo.

"Oohhhh, do we have to sleep sometime? Well, sell your sob story to someone who'll listen. Get those posters off and try not to leave any of that glue on there, OK?"

"Meh mehhhh..."

Strong Bad walked off. Past the fence, he yelled out "Get this side too, those guys got like four of those stupid posters on here!"

The Cheat just let out a small, drawn out "Mehhhhhh".

Strong Bad made his way to Bubs' Concession Stand via a short cut. He knew just the thing to cheer him up, and a couple of cheesy corn dogs sounded just right. That and Bubs was the one place around where a guy could like, just order a cup of blue snowcone flavoring and get it without having to explain it or justify it to some pimplefaced counterjockey dorkon.

When Strong Bad came upon the small brick box of a building, he immediately started running to it. He couldn't believe his eyes, for there were at least six Homsar posters plastered to the side of the stand. Strong Bad continued running around the back of Bubs' and saw more posters plastered to the rear wall, even one slapped on the back door. The same story for the other side.

Strong Bad came around the so far poster-less front, ready to make with the fierce, red-hot demanding.

"Hey Bubs, what gives? Why are all these stupid posters of the stupid guy all over your stupid stand? WHY? I ASK YOU!"

Bubs just shrugged. "I dunno. They just were there when I got here this mornin' y'know. Normally I don't let some chump try to get some free advertisin' space from me and tackyin' up my fine stand with posters, unless it's for a worthy cause like Homeless Squirrel Aid. But posters just like 'em were put up on my establishment for the past two mornin's and I tore down before openin' up but they keep comin' back up! Kinda spooky if you ask me!."

Strong Bad grumbled. "Ah, well...I'll have two of th' cheesy corndogs and a cuppa 'Blue'.

"Uh, I'm outta blue. I still got's Red, Green and Pineapple."

"Ohhhh, Red'll do. I guess."

Strong Bad fumed as he considered that even his familiar places were not immune to the ravages of this new Homsar PR ah-yuggernat.

At least he hadn't seen the actual weiner yet in awhile.

Strong Bad took a reflective sip of red flavoring. Something fishy was maybe in the air, and it wasn't those jars of pickled fish sticks Bubs kept behind the counter either.

Homsar hadn't even showed up to play board games with Stupid for weeks. Not since all this started going on...even a tiny thing like that was enough to make a genius like Strong Bad start thinking in a suspicious fashion for no particular reason.

"If there's something to get to the bottom of, then I will get to that bottom, really fast."

So, with a belly full of fried batter, turkey franks, melted American cheese and some Red sloshing around in there Strong Bad decided it was time to become Strong Bad, Ace Investigator under the cover of Strong Bad, Total Hard Hitting Journalist.

Next: o/Come on down to Homsar's Place/for laughs to put a smile on your face' o/ Catch it, Thursdays at 8!