"Look who decided to join the party," Strong Bad mused as Scott rattled bars of his cell in frustration. "I suppose this wasn't the welcome you expected to get when you went crawling back to your buddies, huh? Sucks to be you."

"Shut up," Scott snapped, leaning against the bars to look out down the dungeon corridor as best as he could.

"W-what are you looking for, anyway?" AntiStrong Bad wondered.

"Keys. They keep an extra set of keys down here somewhere." Scott replied. He paused and straightened, looking across the way at Strong Bad's cell. "Why don't you just get your big buddy to bust open these doors for you?"

"Dude, if that was an option, don't you think we would have been out of this dump hours ago?" Strong Bad replied, but he muttered something to Strong Mad nonetheless.

Strong Mad got up and slammed his shoulder into the big door. It seemed like the whole dungeon rumbled upon impact. The door had indeed taken some moderate damage, but unfortunately so had several of the stone blocks in the ceiling.

Strong Bad cleared his throat. "You see? He breaks down the door and this whole place will come down on top of our heads. Can't do it."

Strong Mad prepared to slam the door again, but luckily Strong Bad stopped him. "Whoa whoa whoa, big guy. We've made our point, you can sit down now."

"BUT I WANNA GO SAVE THE PUPPIES," Strong Mad protested, bewildered.

"Hey, look we can't save ANYTHING if we got two tons of rock on top of us, man," Strong Bad assured him. He turned back to Scott. "So about those keys…"

"Oh hey, you guys. I got a gweat idea," Homestar piped up from his cell.

"I know I'm going to regret even asking but what exactly is your so-called idea, marshmallow boy?" Strong Bad inquired unenthusiastically.

"Hows about we get out of these cages and take cawe of that evil me so we can go back and have a movie night," Homestar replied. "I just wemembewed my fwee wental expiwes today."

"Do me a favor. If you think of any more bright ideas, tell it to a rat instead of wasting my time with it," Strong Bad snorted. "Preferably a plague rat."

"What is that noise?" Scott interrupted. Everyone fell silent.

CLINK. CLINK. KA-CHINK.

"Hey, what IS that?" AntiStrong Bad got to his feet and looked around curiously.

"It's coming from Homestar's cell." Strong Bad noticed.

"What?" Homestar asked, not really paying attention. The noise stopped.

"Homestar, what are you doing?" Strong Bad demanded.

"Nothing."

"Then what was that noise?" Scott asked.

"Oh, that's just these keys I found." Homestar replied indifferently. The noise started up again.

"You mean you still had them the whole time and never said anything?!" Strong Bad exclaimed.

"Well that's why I said we should-" Homestar began, but he was interrupted.

"Just shut up and unlock your door," Strong Bad groaned.

"Okey dokey," Homestar chirped, getting up and easily levitating the keys through the bars. It took a couple of tries but finally he found the right key and the door swung open. He walked out and looked around. "It would be so much nicew down hewe if thewe was a window-"

"Dufus. Do you mind?" Strong Bad reminded flatly.

"No. I'm just saying some natuwal light could weally bwighten up the woom and-"

"HOMESTAR!"

"Yeah what?"

Strong Bad leaned his head against the bars. "Give me the keys, man."

"Awight, awight… jeez," Homestar muttered as he handlessly tossed the keys through the bars. Strong Bad proceeded to release everyone from their cells, with the exception of Scott.

"So now what?" Homestar inquired.

"Now what what? We're out of jail, obviously we… go…do the…" Strong Bad trailed off and scratched his head. "Homeschool, what exactly WAS the plan once we got in here?"

"Release this universe's King of Town so he can reclaim his throne from AntiHomestar," Homeschool stated.

"It seemed the most viable solution," AntiStrong Mad agreed.

"Of course it was. Let's do that then," Strong Bad looked around in the dungeon a bit, stopping in front of a very large, dusty door. From all the locks on it, it was apparent AntiHomestar didn't want the occupant getting out anytime this century. Obvious enough target?

"Hang on a minute," Scott interrupted as Strong Bad prepared to unlock the solitary confinement chamber. "How do you know there isn't something really nasty in that room that we shouldn't be letting out?"

"Um, hello- anything really nasty to AntiHomestar has to be pretty helpful to us," Strong Bad snorted.

"All the same I would rather not be stuck in here when you open that door. Maybe we can come to an agreement," Scott replied.

"N-no way! You already tricked us once," AntiStrong Bad glared at him.

"There is no "us" involved. He tricked Homestar once and that doesn't take much," Strong Bad pointed out. He managed to find the right key and the first of the three locks on the big door popped open.

Scott shifted nervously. "Well then, I guess I'm as trapped as you are, seeing as you don't have your transphere anymore. It's a shame because I am more than happy to hand it over in exchange for my release."

Strong Bad paused as the second lock clicked open. "Yeah, right."

"If I'm lying you can just throw me back in here again," Scott remarked. "I can't take on all of you."

"Okay then, if you really have it hand it over," AntiStrong Mad prompted, stepping over to Scott's cell.

"I will, after you let me out," Scott responded.

AntiBubs rolled his eyes. "We don't have time for this. It's obvious he's lying."

"If I just hand it to you now I have no way of knowing you'll keep your end of the deal," Scott insisted.

Strong Bad ignored him and unlocked the last latch on the door. He took a step back, but nothing happened.

Homestar marched up to the door and pulled it open to poke his head in. "Hellooo… any Kings of Town in hewe? Oh, man… "

"What is it?" Strong Bad shoved his dense companion aside rather than wait for the answer. He blinked and pulled the door open all the way. "There's nothing in here!"

"Well, that is an unexpected turn of events," Homeschool observed calmly.

AntiStrong Bad began to panic. "Ohhh, n-now what are we supposed t-to do?"

"All right, that's it. I knew it would come to this. We're taking out this guy ourselves, just like we SHOULD have done in the first place." Strong Bad threw down the keys and rolled up nonexistent sleeves.

"But we CAN'T," AntiStrong Bad protested, staring at his double like he had gone insane.

"We do outnumber him and can easily take him off guard since he believes us to still be imprisoned," AntiStrong Mad assured his brother.

AntiStrong Bad bit his lip. "Yes, b-but… "

"Let him stay here then," Strong Bad suggested flatly.

"I will not leave him in the dungeon," AntiStrong Mad disputed.

While they argued, Scott slowly bent down and attempted to reach the abandoned keys through the bars. He managed to hook a finger onto it and pull it in, hiding them behind his back for now.

Strong Bad eventually lost his patience. "All right, do what you want. I'm getting out of here." He headed for the stairs but paused with his foot over the first step. He grabbed Homestar by the shirt to keep him from going ahead. Someone had opened the door above them and was on their way down to the dungeon.

"Everybody get around the corner. We're gonna ambush this jerk," Strong Bad ordered suddenly.