"Yeah, that part was definitely still the same…" Homestar muttered. He got to his feet and absentmindedly began brushing off his shirt. Then he paused, turning out his hands. His quite visible, human hands. "I just knew this trip would get weird again!" He looked around the room and saw some strangely familiar, yet unfamiliar, people just getting untangled from their awkward landings.
"Whoever's big butt is squishing my leg needs to MOVE IT RIGHT NOW or get the living crap beat out of them!"
A guy in a wrestling mask was struggling to get out from underneath a big guy in an orange and yellow jacket, who happened to be helping a blonde girl in a purple dress to her feet. Any normal person viewing the scene would have thought the circus was in town.
"Dang. Look at all the dishes we broke! Homeschool isn't gonna be very happy." Homestar noted.
"Ugh… who gives a rats butt about the dishes… I think my leg has been pulped." Strong Bad hobbled over to the pile of ceramic shards that had once been plates on a shelf. "Whoa, what happened to you!" Strong Bad exclaimed, looking up at Homestar. "You're all… weird."
"So are you." Homestar retorted.
"I am not! Oh wait… Augh!" Strong Bad fell silent.
"Strong Bad, how did you end up underneath me anyway? I came through first." Everyone turned to stare at Pom Pom. He shrugged. "What?"
"You just… oh never mind. How did you get there Strong Bad?" Marzipan asked.
"He rolled over on me when he was trying to catch you." Strong Bad grumbled. "So what now?"
"I suppose we should try to find that list Homeschool mentioned," Pom Pom suggested.
"He said it was with the backpacks." Marzipan added.
"Hey you guys, check this out… double deuce!" Homestar announced. The room stared.
"That's it man, I want back through. Open up that portal again." Strong Bad started whacking at the air where the portal had been.
"Oh cut it out Strong Bad. Homestar, come on… focus. Help us find that list." Pom Pom ordered.
"Check." Homestar said, and started looking underneath a toppled dresser.
They dug around the room, but the mess was complicated by a file cabinet that had tipped over and scattered papers across the floor.
"What do I do with the papers that aren't the list?" Homestar asked, cradling a mass of paper in his arms.
"Just put it in the trash." Pom Pom said.
"No, put it in the recycle bin." Marzipan corrected.
Homestar carried the papers over to what looked like a hi-tech garbage and started sticking them in a slot in the top. The paper was yanked out of his hands and consumed by the garbage. "Cool!" Homestar started feeding paper enthusiastically into the ever hungry garbage.
A half hour went by before all the papers were cleaned up, and still there was no sign of the list.
"Well, we'll just have to go through the papers again. It has to be in there somewhere." Marzipan shoved some empty folders into the file cabinet.
"Bring the garbage over Homestar." Pom Pom commanded wearily.
Homestar brought it over, carefully unplugging it from the wall. "I don't know how you're supposed to get the lid off." He said, and he turned it upside down. Sure enough the top part fell to the floor with a thud, and thousands of ribbons of shredded paper spilled out onto the floor.
Pom Pom shook his head. "Homestar, that's not the garbage."
"Stupid garbage ate all the papers!" Homestar cried in outrage.
"Yep. We're screwed." Strong Bad sighed.