"Nope. Just another office building. They do all look a bit similar." Matt explained as he dialed his cell phone.
"Whoa, look at all the ants! Thewes a whole ton of them… look at 'em, cwawling all over the place… the ants go mawching one by six, huwwah... huwwah…" Homestar started singing.
"Hey, it's me, Matt. A mutual friend of ours is in need of assistance. You want to meet us somewhere? Okay… You get off work then? Sure…" Matt stuck his finger in his ear so he could hear over Homestar's singing.
"And the little one stopped to… um… get some melonade! And they all went mawching down…"
"All right, we'll be there in a bit. See ya." Mat flipped the phone closed. "Okay, Homestar. Lets go."
Homestar, however, didn't seem to hear him. He was busy singing and marching in place in front of a gathering crowd. "One more time! Oh, the ants go mawching thwee by two…"
Matt reached over and grabbed Homestar by the shirt, pulling him toward the building. More than a few sets of gawking eyes watched them depart.
"Hey, I wasn't done yet!" Homestar complained.
"We're here to send you back to your website, remember?" Matt patiently reminded him.
"Yeah, yeah. But I didn't even get to the good pawt."
"What part is that?" Matt inquired.
"The one with me in it." Homestar said matter-of-factly.
"I don't think that's part of the song." Matt replied.
"Oh. Well let's go see this guy you was speakin' of then." Homestar said, walking dutifully toward the office building. Then he stopped abruptly, staring at the doors. "What is this business?"
"Revolving doors." Matt explained. "You just walk in and follow the door through to the other side."
"Whee!" Homestar hopped into a compartment and started running around in circles.
"Yeah. The general idea is to get out on the other side though… Homestar… uh, buddy, you're gonna get sick if you keep doing that." Matt watched helplessly as Homestar went round and round. He waited for several minutes, checking his watch anxiously.
"Matt, this wide is awesome! You should twy it." Homestar called from within the spinning compartment.
"Homestar, we gotta get moving, man. You gotta get out now." Matt attempted to coax Homestar out of the revolving door, but to no avail. A few moments later, he disappeared around the corner of the building.
"One hundwed fifty seven, one hundwed fifty eight… hey, whewe'd Matt go?" Homestar wondered. Then he spotted Matt rounding the corner, this time carrying a rock.
"Hey, Matt… how do you stop this thing! What are you doing with that wock?"
"Sorry, Homestar… but I'd rather not lose a hand in there. Get ready for it…" Matt set the rock on the ground and nudged it forward with his foot.
"Get weady fow what? I- mph!" The rock brought the revolving door to a jarring halt, and Homestar was mashed against the side of the compartment. Then Matt kicked the stone out of place, and the door gently swung open to the lobby where Homestar toppled face first out of the compartment onto the polished stone floor with a groan.
Matt hurried in and helped Homestar to his feet. "You all right?"
"I'll have one fluffy puff melonade, please…" Homestar mumbled.
"Matt! There you are." A guy came walking briskly across the lobby toward them carrying a laptop. "What happened? Jeez, what is he doing here?" The man exclaimed, finally taking notice of Homestar.
"Well, good old Homestar got stuck in the revolving door. I had to get him out by jamming a rock in there. I think he got whacked pretty good though." Matt grabbed Homestar's shirt to keep him from tipping over. "The rest, I'm not even sure of myself."
"Which one of yous thwee is the concentwic computew man?" Homestar asked, his speech slightly slurred.
"Good one, Matt." The laptop guy scolded.
"Hey, what was I supposed to do!" Matt protested.
"Has you seen Mawzipan anywhewe? Oh, I don't feel so good." Homestar's knees buckled, and he was suddenly being held up tentatively by Matt's grasp on his shirt.
"Let's get him to that bench. He must've been going pretty fast." The laptop guy grabbed Homestar's legs and helped prop him up on the nearby bench.
"Faster than nobody's business! Ohhh… I think I'll take a nap." Homestar murmured, and he flopped over sideways.
"So, let's hear the story behind all this." The laptop guy proposed.
"All I know for sure is that I ran into him when I got off work. He was wandering around in the hallway. You'd really have to ask him to find out more." Matt thumbed in the direction of the slumbering Homestar. "But I checked out the room he said he got here in… and it sure looks like he came right out of the computer somehow. Poor guy just wants to get home, and I don't have a clue where to begin. What do you think, Mike?"
"I think we need to get back to that office. And we need to revive him. What's with the outfit?" Mike wondered.
"Lost and found. I figured he better not walk around in traditional… we don't need to attract any more attention."
"I think you're managing to attract plenty anyway…" Mike nodded toward a group of people who were loitering nearby, stealing curious glances at the three of them.
"Since we're leaving, maybe we should get him through the doors before we wake him up." Matt suggested.
"Good plan," Mike agreed.