"Marzipan, I'm worried about Homestar. He was still looking for his ticket when I got on the plane." Scott said in a low voice.
"He lost his ticket?" Marzipan stood up suddenly. "We have to go back-"
"All passengers please be seated, we will be taking off shortly." The intercom dinged and the seatbelt sign flashed.
"If we miss this flight, I don't think I'll be able to help all of you get another ticket… but we can't leave him behind. I'll talk to the stewardess and see what I can do to stop the plane." Scott offered. He started to walk away, but Marzipan caught his shoulder. "Just wait a moment, Scott. Pom Pom… what were you going to say?"
"I think we should just keep going. He's more trouble than he's worth anyway. If anything we're better off without him." Strong Bad interrupted.
Pom Pom was silent for a moment. Then he said, "I don't think it would be a good idea to turn back now. There's no telling whether or not we'd be able to get more tickets, and we can't afford to take that risk at this point. If I know Homestar, he'll either find a way to find us, or he'll hold his own until we get back."
"He was the only one of us who'd actually met Mike and Matt though." Marzipan pointed out.
"Well, we know where to find them at least." Pom Pom pulled a roll of maps out of his backpack. "Homeschool left some more maps in here, and they have written directions on them. But as for what they look like, that could be a problem."
"I know what they look like." Scott said. All eyes were suddenly on him.
"What, were they the ones trying to steal your wallet in that alley?" Strong Bad asked sarcastically. "No, I got it... you were on the bowling team together."
"Actually, I live next door to them." Scott replied.
A stewardess approached Scott. "Sir, is everything all right? Because you need to find your seat, we'll be taxiing onto the runway soon."
"Everything's fine… Marzipan, might I- ?"
Marzi moved her backpack out of the seat next to her. "Oh. Sure, go ahead."
Homestar picked up the strange object that had fallen out of Scott's pocket. It fell open like a book, revealing almost a dozen plastic cards and sending change scattering across the floor.
"A wallet?" Homestar groaned. "How am I supposed to get on the plane with a stupid wallet and five hundred bucks?" He was about to throw it into his backpack with the granola bars when suddenly he got an idea. "Wait… I have money! I can buy stuff… which means… I can get my snowglobe now!"
His mood lifted a little as he walked over to the gift shop and browsed through the sparkling shelves stocked with hemispherical wonders. He immediately located the one he grabbed the day before and carried it resolutely to the checkout counter.
"That'll be three ninety-five." The clerk said, gnawing at a piece of gum.
Homestar whipped out Scott's wallet, randomly grabbed a bill, and slapped it on the counter smugly. The clerk's dim eyes suddenly lit up as she slid the money across the counter and got a look at it. She silently counted out change and handed it to Homestar.
"Have a nice flight." She said as Homestar happily grabbed his snow globe off of the counter.
Suddenly a messy haired girl with glasses yanked Homestar backwards before he could make it out the door. "Hold it right there!" She commanded, sticking her finger in his face threateningly.
"What did I do?" Homestar asked, bewildered.
"She just shorted you twenty bucks! You can't let her get away with that!" The strange girl replied urgently. She spun around and leaned on the counter. "Give him his twenty."
Homestar looked on curiously, frozen in the doorway of the store. The clerk glanced between him and the girl, snapping her gum. She apparently determined it wasn't worth making a scene over and popped open the cash drawer to remove a twenty dollar bill and pass it to the strange girl.
"Here. You have to be careful in these little junk stores. They don't make much money off of the actual products they sell, if you know what I mean." The girl with the glasses said, tucking the twenty dollar bill into Homestar's hand.
"Well, I have to go grab some breakfast before my break is over with. Watch out for yourself." She waved and walked a few steps, then stopped and smirked. "You know, Dragon Con was last week." She added.
"What?" Homestar puzzled.
"Nothing, I just like your costume. That website rocks… 'sewiously.' Heh heh." The girl stuffed her hands in her pockets. Homestar stared.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. I'll shut up." The girl started walking away.
"Wait-" Homestar's voice caught in his throat. "Could you help me get a plane ticket?"
"If you're willing to wait while I grab some food, I'd be happy to. I get all messed up for the rest of the day if I don't eat in the morning." The girl replied, nodding toward the Burger King stand.
"Okay." Homestar shrugged, following her to the fast food joint.