Author's Notes: Yeah, I know, I should work on Zaphod's Trial—and trust me, I will—but this is fun to write, so I wanna keep going. Oh, and to that reviewer, I was one of the people who gave a plot summary for Donnie Darko on IMDb! Mine's the third one.

October 2, 2003

1:17 AM

What's Her Face stepped quietly into the house and closed the door.

The car of her boyfriend, the one who had just dropped her off at her house (the car was a '73 Gremlin AMC), turned the ignition on and, before driving away, gave a loud honk to the house, and then drove off down the street.

What's Her Face sighed a breath of relief that she had not woken up anyone else in the house (though she wrongly made the assumption that Strong Bad was there and that Coach Z was in bed), and closed the door softly.

Coach Z was, in fact, sleeping at the time, on the couch in front of the TV (which was still turned on, and tuned into Caleb Rentpayer.

"You look like a fish, Tucksworth."

"Caleb, I need corrective lenses!"

Just then, all the care What's Her Face had taken to close to enter the house quietly was put to waste when a much louder noise—or rather, several much louder noises—woke up everyone in the house.

What caused these loud noises, you will find out soon enough. But what I will tell you is that one of them was a very, very loud crash, and another one of them was about everything in the house on a shelf violently falling off.

October 2, 2003

10:04 AM

Strong Bad later awoke to the sound of a golf cart driving up close to him.

For a minute, he didn't know why he head that sound, until he remembered he had fallen asleep on the golf course.

He lifted up his head and saw a man examining him with confusion. Another man, riding in the golf cart, looked over at the first man and said, "Who is it, Ed?"

"Um…no one, just my friend Z's roommate, Bubs."

Strong Bad looked around and squinted.

"Huh? Wha?" he murmured. "Wh…who are you? How dare you tresspass on my super fortress of small ponds with fountains and large wooden buildings with lots of windows that smell like club sandwiches? Uh—oh…right, I'm on the golf course."

"Not a very good place to sleep, eh, kid?" said the man named Bubs.

Strong Bad paused for a moment, distracted by what he saw written on a Post-It note he had just taken off his forehead.

28:06:42:12

"Yeah…um…sorry…uh…"

"Just try to stay off the course at night, okay?" said the man named Ed.

"Yeah, whatever…" murmured Strong Bad, hopping up and walking away quickly.

"Okay," said Bubs. "Let's bowl!"

"Let's golf."

"Fine, have it your way."

October 2, 2003

11:06 AM

There was definitley something going on at Strong Bad's house.

There were several police cars, several news vans, a signle unmarked black car, a fire engine, a huge yellow crane, and dozens of firefighters, cops, reporters and men in suits running around his lawn.

"No way!" said Strong Bad. "Can it be true? The police have actually come to arrest me for being too cool?"

Strong Bad pushed his way past the crowd of interested public to the cop standing behind the large band yellow caution tape around his yard.

He ducked under the tape and tried to push past the cop, but the cop stopped him.

"Hey, no going past the tape unless you live here, pal," said the cop.

"Do you live here?" asked Strong Bad.

"Well, no, but—"

"Get out."

The cop looked down, ducked under the tape and walked over to one of the squad cars.

"That's what I thought," said Strong Bad.

He looked around for someone to ask what had happened, but he saw no one. That is, until he heard Coach Z's voice shout, "There he is!"

Strong Bad turned around to see Coach Z, So and So, What's Her Face and The Ugly One all standing together next to a police car.

Strong Bad walked over to them and said, "Um…it's pretty obvious what I'm going to say, but I'll say it anyway. What happened?"

"Um…jeese, how can I say this…" said Coach Z slowly.

"You just say it like this," said The Ugly One. "'That fell on your room.'"

"Oh, right!" said Coach Z. "That fell on your room."

Coach Z pointed up to the crane. Hanging off the large metal hook on the end of it, having just been pulled out of a huge hole in the roof right over Strong Bad's room, being hosed down by a fireman on the fire engine, was a huge, rusty, two-toniron jet engine turbine.

The man from the black car in the black suit pulled out his wallet and flipped open a badge and said, "My name is Bob, I'm with the FAA. Which one of you owns this house?"

"We both do," explained Strong Bad, motioning to Coach Z.

"Well, which one of you bought the house?"

"Uh, that'd be me," said Coach Z.

"Man, I keep telling you, I could've paid for it!" said Strong Bad. "I just needed to get my Aztec gold out of my bank in Zurich!"

"I'll talk to you in the hat," said the FAA guy.

Coach Z shrugged and walked over to the black car with Bob. As they began talking, What's Her Face said to Strong Bad, "They have no idea where it came from."

After a minute, Coach Z returned to Strong Bad and the girls and said, "The Men in Black guy paid for us to stay at the Vacation Inn 'till they fix our house. We're gornna stay at a hotel."

"We're gonna sleep on those hills by the pond?" said Strong Bad increduly.

Coach Z frowned at him. "Come again?"

"Oh, sorry…nothing."

October 2, 2003

5:38 PM

They were lucky enough to get a suite from the FAA. There were 5 beds. Strong Bad and the teen girls had their beds, and Coach Z took the desk by the TV as a bed (even though the couch was a Hide-A-Bed).

Strong Bad felt upset that they all knew more than he did.

"All right, so," said Strong Bad, slumped down on his bed, "let me see what happened here. A jet engine fell on my room."

"Yeah," said What's Her Face.

"Why did it fall off?"

"No one knows," said So and So.

"Who owned the plane it fell off of?"

"No one knows," said The Ugly One.

"How long until we can go back to our house?"

"No one knows," said What's Her Face.

"IGNORANCE!" shouted the teens in unison.

"What's the point of the FAA even taking this case if they don't know anything about it?"

"Well, someone had to pay for our hotel room."

"Yeah, but why'd it have to be these cheapskates? They didn't even pay for the N64 games! Every time I turn on the TV and it goes to the hotel menu channel, I'm haunted by that creepy recorded voice telling me to pay the extra $3 to play Donkey Kong! It gives me nightmares. And the jibblies."

"You could've been crushed by a two-ton jet engine, and you're having nightmares about Donkey Kong?" said So and So.

"Um…well…yeah," muttered Strong Bad. "I mean…you can never trust that guy…I mean, what's the deal with his name? Donkey Kong? He isn't even a donkey."

The bathroom door was closed, and there was a loud sound of sound of someone crashing into it from the other side. The door was slid open, and Coach Z ran out and quickly tripped and fell to the ground.

"They're outta moushwarsh!" he shrieked.