Grojband belongs to Todd Kauffman, Mark Thornton, and Fresh TV.
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Later, the three girls made it to the Riffin residence, Trina focusing on gathering clothing while Mina and Carrie were exploring the garage. "Do you smell that?" Carrie asked as she pulled a deflated beach ball from a pile.
"Probably Kon's three days old socks," Mina remarked, "That, or Laney's left over lunch from two weeks ago."
"How do you know?" The younger sister asked.
"Spend a few weeks disguised as a cactus and you learn a few things." The elder said. Carrie sighed and drew her attention to the stage, seeing the wooden stage and purple backdrop are the same as last time, but the instruments were gone.
"I can't help but feel bad." She remarked, "I should be happy; like, 'jump over the moon and make a crater on the return trip' happy."
"They'll be okay," Mina assured as she put a hand on her sister's shoulder, "They went through worse and turned out just fine."
"I can't help but doubt you…" Carrie admitted. Suddenly, a scream made the two run to the front door and into the main house.
"Trina?!" Mina shouted, "Trina, is that you?!"
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Trina shouted, prompting the Beff sisters to run up the stairs and towards the door to Corey's room. Mina broke the door down and the two spotted Trina sitting in the corner of his room, eyes shifting as she clutched Corey's spare hat in her hands.
"Trina?" Mina asked as she inched to the traumatized teen, "Trina, what's wrong? Did you find a new life form under Corey's bed?"
"He's under the bed," She whimpered, "They're all under the bed!" Carrie pulled the sheets to reveal the bed's underside, finding only darkness in the space.
"There's nothing here," She assured, waving a hand through the shadow, "I don't think there's anything under here." She looked under again, and then reached further, pulling a fluffy bunny plush out. "Okay, there's this." She said, "But that's it."
"Trina," Mina cooed, "I don't know what is traumatizing you, but you need to keep calm. For your dad?"
"They…they won't leave me alone," Trina uttered, "Even on the first day, they haunt me…" Mina sighed and walked out, leaving Trina in her corner, and Carrie to inspect the plush. She returned, holding Mr. Mooseface. "Will this make you feel better?" She asked, holding the teen's plush to her. Trina looked at her plush, then to Mina. She carefully took her toy and held it close, along with the hat.
"Maybe she's finally gone crazy," Carrie said, "By what, I don't know. Too much hair styling products?"
"Maybe we should get the clothes," Mina offered, "And Trina can take a nap or something." Trina's eyes widened and she instantly jumped onto Mina, hat and toy tossed aside.
"Don't leave me." Trina begged, "They'll haunt me if I'm alone."
"Okay, okay." The spectacled girl uttered, "Wait, who's 'they'?"
"Grojband…" The pink-haired girl whispered, "They blame me for everything…they won't leave me alone!"
"That's kinda clichéd," Carrie remarked, "Kinda like that game "Quiet Mountain Range"…"
"But you don't play video games." Mina said.
"I watched Kim and Konnie play through it," The younger sister said, "They didn't make it through the third level. But anyway, it's kinda freaky; this guy keeps seeing hallucinations everywhere he goes, starts going mad and attacks everyone with a sheep statue…that was a weird game."
"So," Mina said, trying to get back on track, "You think Trina's going nuts like that guy from the game?"
"Pretty much," The younger sibling said with a shrug, "I looked ahead and it revealed the main guy was a murderer with amnesia."
"Wait, what?" The elder sister asked.
"Yeah," Carrie said, "So Trina probably had a hand in what happened, and now is going totes crazy with guilt by seeing Grojband where ever she goes. It'll probably get worse when they turn to dust." Mina's eyes widened as she knelt down to Mina and looked her in the eye.
"Trina," She began, "Did you rig the speakers to explode?"
"I…" Trina uttered, "I didn't…"
"Trina…" Mina asked sternly.
"But…" The pink-haired girl uttered.
"Trina," The teal-haired girl said, "Tell the truth, or I'm telling your dad."
"It wasn't supposed to be like this…" Trina confessed, "Just supposed to mess up the speakers…something happened…I…I just…wanted him to break an arm…"
"Geez Trina," Mina grumbled as she turned away, "If you wanted a job done, then ask me! I already knew how to do this kind of junk backwards and forwards!"
"Well, do we tell everyone what happened?" Carrie asked.
"I don't think that would change the fact that Grojband is still in a coma, and would turn into dust." Mina said, "It'll just make everyone hate Trina. I wish I knew how to wake people from comas…"
"I think I have an idea," The younger sister said, "If only the machine would still work."
"What machine?" The older sister asked.
"Remember then Larry threw that fit and broke the computer?" Carrie asked, "Well Kim made this machine that allowed people explore dreams and junk and we tested it on Larry. Let's just say we found some weird stuff about him…"
"Wait…" Trina said, "That sounds like something that little Kujira dork made once."
"That machine with the helmets and tubes?" Mina asked, "I remember seeing that when you were reading that dream book."
"Wait, what do you mean?" The pink-haired girl asked.
"Nothing!" Mina said, "But we better dig through the garage for it."
"Why?" Trina asked.
"If this machine works the same as what Kim made," Carrie reasoned, "Then we could use it to get inside Grojband's mind and wake them up on the inside, right?"
"Exactly!" Mina said.
"So, we can wake up Grojband, and my dad will stop being sad?" Trina asked.
"Bingo!" Mina said, "But let's just hope Grojband didn't get rid of it."
"Not a prob," The pink-haired girl said as she stood, "The garage is full of Kujira junk. We just gotta dig until we find the thing."
"You sure?" Carrie asked.
"One time I was looking for a tennis racket," Trina explained, "And all I got was a multi-fly swatter."
"Point made." The Newman front girl said.
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Later, the three girls were digging through the garage, being careful with each item. "You'd think their roadies would sell some of this stuff…" Mina muttered as she examined a device made of coffee cans and pieces of a cell phone, "Or steal some of it."
"They just mostly go through my brother's stuff…" Trina uttered, "And once through my stuff."
"I think I found it!" Carrie cheered as she pulled a helmet out, but attached to it was a pair of small solar panels.
"No," Mina said, "That's something different. It's a bunch of helmets that have tubes attached to them, five in total."
"So…you think it will work?" Trina asked, "Going into their heads and fix them?"
"Long shot, but it should work." Mina said, "But then again, I'm just shooting suggestions out there. Miracles have happened before, so why not hope for the best, okay?"
"Yeah…" the pink-haired teen uttered.
"Hey Mina," the younger sister said, "Didn't you see where they put that dream machine?"
"I didn't stick around for that part…" The older sister said, "I somehow got knocked out when they pushed the couch backwards. Though I did hear something about, 'putting away from the hands of evil.' Kinda weird on their part."
"I think I know where they put it." Trina said as she walked towards a closet, opening the door to show a bulky object covered in a thick tarp. She yanked the tarp off and in a flurry of dust, the machine in question was found.
"Where did you…?" Mina asked.
"I do my own investigations," she admitted, "The little Kujira puts most of his secret stuff in this closet."
"Why that one?" Carrie asked.
"It's where dad puts all his manikins." Trina said, jerking a thumb, "He puts them there because they remind me of puppets."
"Oh…" Both Beff sisters said. The three girls pulled the machine out, seeing the machine was broken.
"Great, now what?" Trina uttered.
"Maybe Kim could fix it." Carrie suggested, "We load it up, take it to the hospital, and have her fix it in the hospital."
"You think the hospital would allow that?" Mina asked.
"Maybe." The younger sister said.
"They will," Trina said as she picked up the helmets, "I'll make sure of that."
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To be continued.